Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 11:36:46 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Out of Control

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"Hey babe, it's me. There's been a slight change of plans."

"What do you mean? What's up?" Terry knew how much I hated last minute
changes.

"Nothing drastic, but I'm still in Atlanta. There are thunderstorms all
over the place and all flights have been delayed."

"So do you think you'll get home tonight? Should we reschedule this?"

"No problem, Steve. I've got a new estimated departure time of nine o'clock
so I should be at Reagan National by eleven. I can take a cab straight to
the club and meet you there."

"We can do this another time, you know. It's not a big deal."

"Yes, it is. It's your birthday and I'm not going to let a little weather
spoil it. Besides, I've made all the arrangements."

"Okay, if you're sure. So what are we doing, anyway?"

"It's a surprise. You know the routine."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, see you at the club. When do you think you'll be there?"

"Somewhere between eleven-thirty and twelve. I'll call you once I'm on the
ground. Get some rest now, you've got a fun night ahead of you."

I hung up the phone and frowned. I loved these birthday surprises, but
hated glitches in the plans. It's not that I'm a worrywart, more like I'm a
control freak. Some of our friends call me a totally dominant top but
that's not really what it's about for me.

I'm 33, a political science professor at the University of Maryland. I'm
definitely a top, no doubt about that. I'm white, 5'7", 164 pounds, short
light brown hair and brown eyes. I was a quarterback on my high school
football team but was too small to play in college. Nonetheless, I've spent
years working out and am solid muscle and still have my 30" waist. Because
I'm a top who has to be in control, many of my relationships in the past
were more along the lines of traditional S&M. I'm not really into the whole
master-slave thing but most of the submissive bottoms I met were. With
Terry, it's different. He hates to make decisions and take charge as much
as I hate to not be in charge. We have a good, equal relationship, but I
generally make the decisions. We've been together over five years and it
seems to work well that way. When I met Terry he was a senior at Howard
University. Now he has his doctorate and is an assistant professor of
sociology there. He's black, 26, 5'11", 155 pounds, with a buzz cut; nearly
black eyes and a beautiful smooth slim body with an ass to die for.

A few minutes after ten o'clock I left our house on Q Street and walked the
few blocks to Dupont Circle to catch a cab to the club. I got in the back
of the taxi and gave the address on L Street SE. The driver turned around
and smiled.

"Wet?"

"Yeah, that's the place." I wondered if every cab driver in the district
new every club or just the hot gay ones.

He got onto Rock Creek Parkway and headed south toward the Potomac passing
under the edge of the Kennedy Center. We followed the highway along the
river until he got off in the south capitol district. After a few turns
through an area that looked like nothing but warehouses he pulled over. I
paid the fare, gave him a good tip and got out. There was a short line
extending out the door so I took my place behind a couple of young
women. That was the only downside to this place. I have nothing against
women and there's no way they can legally keep them out of a club that's
open to the public, but having straight young women in the place just ruins
the atmosphere. You've got a dozen hot young naked guys on the bar and
assorted platforms dancing and waving their somewhat engorged penises
around, video monitors all over the place showing hardcore porn, and then
these straight women gawking and giggling. They take what ought to be a
sexually charged raunchy atmosphere and turn it into a high school
cafeteria.

I paid the cover, walked down the hall and around the corner into the main
room and looked around. It wasn't a bad crowd and fortunately there were
very few women. I wandered around a bit before getting a drink, checking
out the guys, looking for familiar faces. There didn't appear to be anyone
there I knew and the only two guys who impressed me were two very tall
young black guys standing near the entrance talking to each other. I
spotted a couple of empty stools on the left side of the bar, grabbed one
and ordered a gin and tonic. I paid with a twenty and asked the bartender
for my change in singles so I'd be able to tip the dancers. I took a sip
and then began to study the dancers.

After a few minutes I noticed one of the black guys near the door wander
off to the other side of the bar. The other one came my way and sat on the
stool next to me. As if on cue all of the dancers started filing toward the
back. They'd no more than disappeared when another set came out and
positioned themselves around the bar and started dancing. I noticed Jorge
begin to dance a little ways down the bar. He finally looked my way and
smiled. He looked hotter than ever, 21 years old, about six feet tall with
a light brown, hard muscular body. His uncut cock wasn't hard though it was
definitely more than a bit swollen and hung halfway to his knees. He slowly
danced his way over to me and squatted down in front of me. I ran my hands
up and down the outside of his calves. That was about the most touching
that was allowed anymore since the Republicans had taken over Congress.

"Hey babe, how's tricks?"

"Same as ever, Jorge. How's everything with you?"

"Good, getting ready for the fall semester. I'm taking your course on
foreign relations and trade."

"Great, like a need anything distracting me from my lectures."

He gave me a sly smile, moved up a bit and shifted slightly. He pulled back
his foreskin, exposing a large shiny, purplish head, then continued down,
lowering himself until his dick dipped right into my drink. He pulled it
out, wrapped his thumb and index finger around the base and ran them the
length of his shaft, stripping the liquid off it. He brought his hand up to
his mouth and licked his fingers.

"Tanqueray?"

"Right the first time. Thanks for stirring my drink in more ways than one."

"My pleasure. Gotta move along now." I stuffed a few bills in his left sock
and he danced on down the bar. I smiled as I took a sip of my drink,
thinking of his dick.

"Damn, he is so hot. You know him?" The black kid had been watching us as
we talked.

"Yeah, I've known him a while. He was a birthday present I gave my lover a
few months back."

"No shit! I'd love to get me some of that. So you're in an open
relationship then?"

"Not exactly. We have a basically monogamous relationship with the
exception of our birthdays. You might say we indulge each other then,
fulfilling a fantasy as a gift."

"And that dancer was your boyfriend's fantasy?"

"Sort of. His fantasy was to be double fucked, you know, fucked by two
dicks at once. That was something I obviously couldn't do by myself so I
got Jorge to help me out."

"Fuck, your guy must be a real slut. Two at once, and one of them that huge
pecker?"

"Hey, watch it. You're talking about the man I love. He's not a slut, just
a very capable bottom."

"So what did he get you for your birthday?" He was really getting into
this, I could tell.

"Well, I've always wanted to try fisting, but my partner isn't quite that
capable, so last year he rented a guy for me. So many of the guys you see
doing that in porn are big beefy guys but that wasn't what I wanted, so
Terry found me a guy like that twink over there."

I pointed to a naked blond boy dancing on the corner of the bar. Facially
he didn't resemble the 'escort' Terry had found but their bodies were
practically identical. Short and slim, small frame, tiny waist and
hips. Looking at the dancer I still couldn't believe a guy that size had
taken not only my hand but half my forearm as well. That was a birthday to
remember.

"So where's your boyfriend tonight? If you're monogamous what are you doing
in a bar alone on a Friday night?"

"He's meeting me here in a half hour or so." It might have just been my ego
but I thought the guy looked disappointed.

The dancers changed shifts again and for a while I concentrated on the
entertainment. Each dancer would stop in front of me for a minute. If I put
money in his sock he'd stay awhile, dancing over me, talking to me. It was
kind of surreal, having a casual chat with a naked stud shaking his dick in
your face. I'd just taken a sip of my second drink when I felt my cell
phone start vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the
display -- Terry. I got up and turned to the kid next to me.

"I gotta take this. Keep an eye on my drink. Don't let any strange dicks
dip in it."

He grinned. "Sure thing, bro."

I answered the phone as I headed for the relative quiet of the unisex
restroom.

"Hey, Ter, you on the ground?"

"Yeah, but not where I want to be. The flight's been canceled. I won't be
able to fly up until morning."

"Fuck! I told you we should have put this off until another time." It
wasn't really that big a deal and I knew I shouldn't be so pissed, but hey,
that's me. When things don't go my way I'm not happy. Terry understands.

"I'm sorry, baby. They seemed so sure we'd get out of here tonight. I'm
sorry."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Where are you staying tonight?"

"The hotel here at the airport. I'll call you in the morning. I really am
sorry."

"Yeah, I know. We'll talk tomorrow. Sleep well."

"You too, baby."

I shut off the phone, went back to the bar and sat down. My mood must have
been all over my face.

"Bad news?"

"Yeah, his flight was canceled so we've had to cancel our plans. Guess I
might as well finish my drink and go home." I gulped the drink down without
even tasting it.

"You don't have to rush off if he's not gonna be home. Why don't you stay a
while?"

"No, I'm not in the mood anymore." I was about to walk off when Jorge
reappeared in front of me, dangling that beautiful piece of uncut meat in
my face. I enjoyed the view for a few minutes, stuffed a few more bills
into his sock and finally turned to leave.

"So long, enjoy the rest of your night." I waved to the black kid and made
my way out of the club.

I stepped outside into the fresh air. As I started down the steps to the
sidewalk I felt dizzy and nearly lost my balance. At the bottom I shook my
head and that made it even worse. Damn, I shouldn't be feeling anything
from two drinks. I crossed the street and turned toward the corner to head
up to M Street to find a cab. I'd tripped over the curb on the other side
of the street and was having trouble staying on my feet. Something was
definitely wrong.

I was just about to collapse when I felt a hand under each arm pulling me
up. I looked to the right and it was the black kid from the bar.

"Take it easy. We've got you." I turned my head and saw the guy he'd been
talking to in the bar before he came over to sit next to me.

"Wha happened? Wha's goin' on?" I could barely slur the words out.

"Don't worry about that, we're gonna take real good care of you."

My head felt like it weighed a ton and I couldn't keep my eyes open. If the
two guys hadn't been holding me up I would have been lying on the
sidewalk. My head dropped and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes I didn't feel much better. I was still groggy and
confused but at least I was conscious. I panicked when I realized I was
fastened into what felt like a sling. My arms were raised up and attached
to two vertical cables. My legs were also up and spread, with my ankles
attached to two more cables. My head was mostly free and I could turn it
left and right and tip it back, but there was something around my neck
keeping me from lifting my head forward, so all I could see were the walls
on either side of me, the ceiling and an upside down view of the wall
behind me.  It was fairly dark but I could make out that I was in a room
that looked a bit like a dungeon. It had a familiar look to it, but then
all playrooms like that are pretty much the same.

"Hey guys, he's awake. Time to get started."

The black guy from the bar stepped into my line of sight on my right
side. He was naked and hard, his cock very long and very thick, pointing
right at me.

"Hey, bud, glad you're back with us. Time for the fun to begin."

He gave an evil grin and his buddy from the bar and two other black guys
appeared. They were all naked and hard, all pretty well hung.

"Lemme go. I don't want to do this."

"Just relax, bud. What's gonna happen is gonna happen. You might as well
lay back and enjoy it."

"No fuckin' way! Let me loose right now!"

"Aww, don't be like that. Tiquan, how about plugging his mouth to shut him
up?"

The other tall kid from the bar stepped up behind me and tipped my head
back so his ebony rod was right in my face. He pressed the head against my
lips but I kept them clamped shut. Just then someone grabbed my balls and
squeezed them hard, causing me to let out a yell. Tiquan took advantage of
that and shoved his rod into my mouth.

"Watch the teeth, pussy boy. You bite me and I promise you will regret it."

He slowly pushed his dick into my mouth. I had always been pretty good at
deep throating, though Terry's dick wasn't much longer than average. In
this position with my neck stretched back, I had no trouble taking all of
the cock being fed to me. From the glimpse I'd gotten before he shoved it
in my mouth I knew it was about average thickness and maybe seven inches.

"Okay, Troy, you're the smallest so you get first crack at that pussy."

"Hey, it's not the size, it's what you do with it," a deep voice growled.

"Well, do whatever you want with it but don't forget your condom. You
wouldn't want to catch anything from this slut." As tense as I was, I
relaxed a bit, hearing that at least they intended to be safe.

I felt a slippery finger touch my exposed pucker and begin to work its way
in, rubbing around the rim, pressing in a little at a time. He hit my
prostate and massaged it a bit, causing my own cock to swell.

"Hey guys, I think he's getting into it. Look at that puny white dick
grow."

He pulled his finger out and pushed in what felt like two. He was
stretching me as he worked his fingers into me. All the while that Tiquan
guy was slowly fucking my face, moaning as he did so but not in any hurry
to get off. As much as I enjoyed the physical sensation each time Troy hit
my magic button, I was panicking inside. Whatever drug had made me pass out
had completely relaxed my body but that didn't stop my mind from completely
freaking out over this lack of control. These guys, whoever they were, were
going to have their way with me. I had no idea why they picked me or what
they would do. I didn't even know if they were going to let me go when they
had had their fun.

Troy took his fingers out of me and I felt a larger blunter instrument
pressing against my rosebud and I knew I was about to fucked. He gave a
sharp jab and I felt discomfort as he popped through my ring. About half
his dick went in on the initial thrust. He stopped and waited while I
adjusted. It's not like I never bottomed so I was used to the feeling and
the drugs certainly seemed to help. After a minute he pushed the rest of
the way in, pulled almost all the way out, and then began thrusting. He was
popping into me like a jackhammer, rhythmically pounding into my ass. He
was holding onto my hips but even so the sling was rocking slightly, so
Tiquan stopped pushing into my face and let me slide up onto him instead.

After about ten minutes Troy's fucking became even more frenetic and then
plunged all the way into me and froze. I could feel his pole pulsing in my
ring as he shot his load. He and Tiquan withdrew from me as if in one
motion and Tiquan moved down my body and out of my sight.

"Let's see if your pussy's as good as your mouth."

I heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and a minute later felt him at my
back door. He rammed his meat all the way into me in one hard thrust. He
wasn't any thicker than Troy had been so I felt no pain but he was longer
and I could feel him deeper inside me. He wasn't thrusting as hard as Troy
had but he was definitely in control of my ass. He also put his hands on my
hips but used them to pull me on and off his cock. My body was relaxed and
enjoying the feeling, but my head was still stressing out. I closed my eyes
and tried to loosen up, pretending it was Terry and that I was making him
fuck me.

I felt a tap on my forehead and opened my eyes. I looked up and there was a
stocky, very dark-skinned young man sneering down at me. Right over my face
was a long thick black rod that reminded me of a tall beer can.

"Good evening. My name is Shawn and I'll be your fucker tonight, at least
one of them."

With that he placed his dick on my lips and pushed it into my mouth. It was
all I could do to open wide enough to accommodate his head.

"Just lick it, boy. I don't want to scrape on your teeth so I'll save my
fucking for your cunt."

He swayed in rhythm with the sling, keeping his cock in place in my
mouth. I began to get into the feel of that huge head filling me. I ran my
tongue around it, savoring the feel and taste of it. Tiquan kept pistoning
into me, changing his direction now and then but hitting my prostate with
each thrust. My own cock was hard as a rock by now and dripping, with each
thrust of his pushing more precum up and out of my piss slit. I was moaning
at that point and that must have let them know I was getting into it.

"Ah, our white piggy is beginning to enjoy himself. I knew he wouldn't be
able to resist our charms for long." It was the guy from the bar,
ironically the only one whose name I still didn't know.

Tiquan let out a yell as he began shooting into my ass. Shawn pulled out of
my mouth and quickly moved around; ready to take his turn at my hole the
second it became available. One cock slid out of me and the next went it as
if in one fucking motion. Except that Shawn was huge, much longer and
thicker than the others, so I felt myself being stretched beyond belief. It
didn't hurt, I guess the drugs took care of that, but I knew I hadn't ever
been opened up like that before. He wasn't rough, with that dick he didn't
have to be. He just started slowly long-dicking me, pulling nearly all the
way out before sliding back in balls-deep.

I felt another dick slapping against my face. I looked up and it was the
first guy, the one from the bar.

"Hi, I just realized we never properly met. I'm Matt. I'm not usually so
rude. Please forgive me." With that he shoved his tube steak in my
mouth. His wasn't as long as the one in my ass but was every bit as thick.

I don't know if it was the drug or the non-stop sexual assault, but I felt
my inner defenses collapse. My head stopped resisting the onslaught and
gave in to it. Not just gave in, but began enjoying it. I got into the feel
of the dick in my mouth, sliding past my tongue and down my stretched
throat. And I thrilled to the feel of that huge pole plunging into my ass,
stroking my prostate, going so deep it felt like it was going to bump into
Matt's dick somewhere in side me.

Everything became a blur of big black dicks fucking me at both ends after
that. I know that some of the guys had a second shot at my ass and my mouth
was never empty for more than a few seconds. I took a few loads down my
throat and felt cum splash onto my chest more than once. My own dick
exploded with one of those big tools fucking the cum out of me. I was
beginning to wonder just how many times these guys were good for. They were
all young but there had to be some limit.

Finally the action began to wind down and as it did it got quieter. My ass
was being plugged one more time but my mouth was empty for a change. I was
so exhausted that my head was hanging back, my eyes closed. The guy fucking
me put a lube covered hand on my dick and began stroking me in time with
his thrusts. He seemed to know just how I liked having my dick worked over
and brought me to my second orgasm in no time. As I shot my load all over
my chest and abs I felt his cock swell inside me and he dumped his load as
well. I collapsed back into the sling, having no energy left. He slowly
withdrew from my hole and as he did I felt his warm cum seeping out of me,
running down my crack.

Fuck! What happened to his condom! I opened my eyes and tried to sit up,
but was still strapped in place and couldn't move much. But as I looked up
I saw Terry standing between my legs, grinning down at me.

"Happy birthday, baby. Did you like your surprise?"

"Surprise? More like shock." I was gasping for breath, still trying to
comprehend what was going on. "You planned this? This is my birthday
surprise? What made you think this was my fantasy?"

"Well, you never said anything about wanting something specifically like
this, but as much as you insist on always being in control, you do complain
now and then about having to shoulder all of the responsibility for
everything."

The other guys were unfastening my arms and legs and massaging them as he
talked, getting the blood circulating again. They helped me up to my feet
and walked me around the room as I tried to get my legs working again.

"So I decided to take the control and responsibility away from you for a
while, so you could just relax and be taken care of and not have to make
all the decisions."

"Wouldn't a massage in a nice spa have worked just as well?"

"No, I thought you needed a chance to be totally out of control. Besides,
you know you love a big black dick up your ass."

He had me there, although on the rare occasions I bottomed I still liked to
be the one controlling the action. When that happened it was usually more
like I was fucking myself on Terry's dick. By this time the other guys had
their clothes on. I looked them over. They were four very hot young studs.

"Thanks a lot guys. You were all perfect."

"We should be thanking you, Prof. This was one hell of a lot of fun. You've
got yourself a great pussy there." Matt's grin was ear-to-ear as he nodded
toward me.

"Hey now, that's no way to talk about the love of my life."

"Maybe to you he's your great love, but to the guys and me he's just a
really hot fuck. Maybe we'll all have a chance to get to know one another
better sometime. In the meantime, if you ever need a few hard men, we're up
for it." The guys turned and went out through a doorway and up some stairs.

"Where are we, anyway, Ter?"

"Mike and Dave's place. They were kind enough to lend me their dungeon
although I didn't tell them why I wanted it."

I knew the place looked familiar. They lived a block away from us and had
shown us their playroom when they finished it last year.

"And who were those guys?"

"You know I'm one of the faculty advisors for the GSA at school. I asked a
few of the guys to help me out."

Terry showed me where my clothes were and helped me into them and then got
dressed himself. As we were leaving, he turned and kissed me.

"So are you okay? I didn't fuck up, did I?"

I thought for a minute. Although at first I had been totally stressed out
by being so out of control, it had ended up being a good experience. And
the sex had been wild, like nothing I'd ever done before.

"No, I'm good. It was a hot time once I got into it. Just don't ever do
anything like that again." We went upstairs and left the house to walk
home. "And just wait until your next birthday."


The End.