Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 19:11:18 +0100
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: Peter's Clueless Seduction 6: Rugby Mates Help Out

Recap: Peter and his flatmate Nick have been slowly influenced by Nick's
psychologist mate Martino and his hypnotism tapes until they are in a
constant state of innocence and vulnerability about their sexual
needs. When Nick's rugby friends come to visit the flatmates they are keen
to get them to explore Nick's behind.


The two muscular flatmates were naked on their hands and knees. Nick's
three rugby mates, the posh, beefy management consultants, were positioned
behind them, big fingers playing with the tight holes. A difficulty had
arisen. If only there was something bigger to probe Nick's problematic arse
with. Nick and Peter were at a loss to help. But the rugby players, still
in their work suits, enjoyed problem-solving. They discussed the issues as
they played with their executive toys. They needed something big. Ideally
something big for each of them. Something they could insert into Nick's
tight behind and probe him with. Thick and cylindrical, and long
too. Something with a degree of flexibility so that Nick could accommodate
them. Nick was worried about his arse and was keen for them to think of
something. The men debated what big, long, thick instruments they might
have that they could push into their rugby mate's meaty arse. If only they
had something on them, about their person. It was such a tricky
problem. And then, with a flash of astonishing insight and brilliance,
Peter had it. What about their cocks?

Steve-O, Henry and Thomas discussed this for a moment. Their big cocks,
pushed tight up the arse of their muscular rugby mate Nick? It was a tricky
call. Could he take them? Would they fit? They seemed to be grinning a lot
as they had this discussion, Peter observed. These guys couldn't take
anything seriously. He turned round and told them to pull themselves
together. This was a serious issue - Nick needed his bottom explored by
large probing objects, and if they weren't willing to seriously consider
inserting their penises into Nick's arse then both he and Nick would be
extremely disappointed. That seemed to sober them up. They all agreed, it
was a brilliant plan and Peter was a genius. They all ruffled his hair and
patted his bottom. Peter glowed with pride. Yes, he was rather clever, he
had to admit. And it was great having these guys confirm that.

Nick looked a little annoyed at being left out. Sure, Peter was clever, but
it was his arse that they should have been concentrating on, wasn't it? And
here it was, all exposed and neglected, when the whole point was that it
needed attention. Before he could stop himself he found he was asking them
all to check his arse out again, just to make sure it was okay. Three pairs
of big, rough hands were gripping and fondling and examining his butt
before he could think. He smiled. His mates were great. They touched him up
thoroughly, and he wriggled his big muscular bottom back at them. There was
so much friendly attention on his arse now Nick glowed with pride. He felt
like a real man now, on all fours, naked, with his friends poking fingers
up his arse and playfully spanking him.

But the guys were not sure about the best way to proceed. Would their cocks
fit? They really needed an expert who was used to examining cocks up close,
who could check their big dicks out in great detail and make sure they were
suitable for Nick's hole. Where could they find such a man? This time it
was Nick who had the brainwave. Peter used to kneel before Nick and examine
his big cock in great detail. Perhaps he would be able to help? Peter was
very excited about the idea of helping them out like this. The other guys
were a little confused though - why had Peter been examining Nick's cock,
when it was clearly his arse that actually needed it? Peter explained that
initially Nick's big dick had been in need of attention, but that he's
recently discovered that it was the wrong sort of big. The guys were
curious, so got Nick to stand up and show them his cock. He turned around,
naked and hard, proud of his large member. The guys laughed at it. They
could see what Peter meant - it was big, but the wrong sort of big. Not a
real man's cock. Nick was embarrassed, but his cock seemed to like the
attention, even though it was humiliating. They kept touching it and
slapping it and knocking it about as they laughed, doing funny voices like
his cock was talking and telling everyone how pathetically big and stupid
it was, and eventually even Nick was laughing at his own dick. They loved
how dumb his big cock was. It was a joke. They called it Thick Dick and
made it sound as stupid as they possibly could. Eventually satisfied that
Nick's Thick Dick was a joke, they got Nick to get back on all fours where
it was hidden away pressed hard against his tummy.

Their three guests turned to Peter and asked him if he would judge if their
cocks were going to be sufficient for using to investigate Nick's
bottom. Peter was really delighted to be taken so seriously by these guys,
it meant so much to him. He'd forgotten he was just in his jockstrap now
and was quite comfortable with them since they had started showing him so
much respect. Peter suggested a good first step would be for the three men
to remove their trousers. They looked a bit sheepish at this, but did as he
suggested and dropped them. Peter examined their underwear - Steve-o was in
blue boxers, Henry was in blue tight-fitting trunks, but Thomas was in a
very small and tight pair of bright orange briefs. Everyone laughed at
Thomas's choice of underwear. Peter noticed that all of them had leaked a
bit sometime over the evening, so none of the pants were clean or
spotless. Their erect penises were clearly visible in all of them -
Steve-o's was pushing the fly of his boxers open and trying to escape,
Henry's was up against his belly, trapped under the elastic, and Thomas's
was held firmly in place by the tight orange cotton. Peter remarked on the
apparent size of all three of them. He was clearly very impressed. The
rugby players all grinned to each other, glad their cocks had passed the
first test.

Peter knelt before them and told them to remove their underwear. There was
a pause while the men had a moment of shyness at someone paying so close
attention to their manhood, and then they all pulled their briefs
down. Three big, meaty cocks bounced up eagerly for attention. Peter
whistled. They were beauts. He looked up into their eyes and grinned. He
congratulated them on their manliness. The rugby players visibly swelled
under his praise. Henry's was long and sleek, like a missile. Peter sniffed
around it, examining the length and shape of it. Henry loved being
described as a weapon. It felt right. Manly. Peter gently held it in his
palm, weighing the heft of it. It was substantial, no doubt about it. If
Nick's bottom needed a sharp, stiff, long incisive weapon, Henry had it.

Peter turned to Thomas. His was a thick, fat, throbbing lump of flesh, a
club, not sleek and sophisticated like Henry's, but thuggish and brutal. It
was much wider than Henry's, but perhaps not as long. It looked like it
must have been a real struggle to fit this heavy, wilful member into his
briefs and trousers. Peter asked Thomas a few questions about how heavy and
distracting having something as big and demanding between his legs
was. Thomas was extremely flattered, and confirmed that it was hard to
think about anything else when he was so well endowed and manly. Peter
weighed it, and it felt like a hefty club in his hand. He complimented
Thomas on the brutal power of his big cock. Thomas was glowing with pride.

Then he came to Steve-o. This was a revelation. Bigger than both his
well-endowed friends, Steve-o had superior length to Henry's missile and
was substantially thicker than Thomas's club. It was big enough to have
been sentient in its own right. In fact, Peter asked Steve-o whether he
could control it or whether it has a mind of its own. Steve-o said it was
insatiable, a wolf that stalked the streets in his pants, sniffing out prey
and having it. Peter was unsure what Steve-o's flowery metaphor meant, but
went along with it. Cocks didn't have prey, after all. What did cocks hunt?
Silly Steve-o. His cock might have been massive, but he was none too
bright, thought Peter. But he had to admit, there was something mesmerising
about it, as it throbbed before his face, engorged and waiting. He was
slowly leaning forward, as if to nuzzle the hypnotic member. Then he
remembered his role, and reached out and held the dick in his hand. It
weighed a great deal. Peter laughed as he described how thoroughly enormous
this cock was. Steve-o has the smuggest grin as he looked at his mates,
whose own prize-winning penises were now beaten into submission by his big
boy. Peter asked the other two men if they wished they had cocks as massive
as their mate's. They both denied that they would. Peter was unsatisfied
with this answer, reminding them that it was bigger than either of theirs
and that Steve-o was therefore the alpha male of the group. Steve-o laughed
as his mates blushed and reacted defensively, hardons waggling indignantly
as they argued for them.

Peter announced that the clear winner of Nick's bottom was Steve-o and his
obscenely large penis. Steve-o asked Peter what he needed to do to Nick's
behind with his massive cock. Peter explained that because of Nick's
insecurity it needed a thorough exploration, and his cock had been chosen
because it reach the parts that his friends could not. Steve-o smiled, as
if he had asked Peter to repeat the facts merely for the sake of his
ego. Nick looked a little apprehensive now that Steve-o had been chosen. He
wondered if he really needed to go through with it. Steve-o was very
insistent and persuasive. Nick didn't really have any argument to use to
protect his arse from Steve-o's enormous cock. And he did understand the
sense of it, why his arse needed it. Sort of. Except that he kept getting a
bit muddled and his Thick Dick was quivering like it knew something was
up. But it was just Steve-o penetrating his muscular straight arse with his
massive hard cock. Something about this seemed wrong to Nick but he just
couldn't put his finger on it. No, it was too hard to think about, and
everyone else thought it was perfectly reasonable. While on his knees
before Steve-o Peter was slicking up the monumental cock with lubricant. He
wasn't himself 100% sure what Steve-o was about to do to Nick, but he knew
that this big hypnotic cock was in charge of that now and it was all going
to be alright.

When it was all shiny and thickly coated with lubricant Steve-o thanked
Peter and walked over to Nick. He suggested they went into Nick's
room. Nick whimpered a little as he stood up. Everyone laughed at his rock
hard Thick Dick. Steve-o took him by the hand and led him away to his
room. The guys applauded. Nick kept looking nervously back at Peter for
reassurance. Peter winked at him. Before they got to the door Nick yelped
as Steve-o slipped a finger between his muscular naked buttocks and pushed
it into his tight hole. Nick wanted reassurance - Peter would look after
him, wouldn't he? Peter assured him he was perfectly safe and that Peter
wasn't going anywhere. As Nick was talking Steve-o pushed him onto his bed
and winked at the guys before shutting and locking the door.

There was a bit of muffled commotion from within the room. Nick could be
heard quietly protesting and resisting while Steve-o seemed to be
overcoming his feeble resistance. Peter couldn't quite work out what was
going on there. All he knew was it was right. Nick seemed to be calling
Peter's name. He sounded frightened and a little distressed. Peter got up
to check on his flatmate but Henry and Thomas kept him rubbed up against
them as he tried to move. Nick was telling Steve-o no in a rather childish
way for a big strapping rugby player. There was no comeback from Steve-o
other than further sounds of movement. Nicks pleas for Peter's help and
Steve-o to stop were becoming more insistent, and Peter really wanted to
help his flatmate. But Henry and Thomas had all the answers, whispering
them in his ears, telling him Nick was in safe hands, that Steve-o had to
probe Nick's arse and that Peter would only undo all their hard work if he
interfered now. A loud yelp and grunt from the bedroom was followed by a
now very weak sounding Nick pleading for Peter to stop Steve-o, which was
eventually drowned by panting and a mysterious rhythmic slapping of
flesh. Peter was determined to help his friend, but his legs were trapped
either side of the sofa arm, and he felt the familiar feeling of two meaty
fingers tickling his hole. Peter told them that this wasn't a game and his
flat mate needed help. Thomas and Henry responded by sliding a finger each
into Peter's arse. No matter how he wriggled the fingers were corkscrewing
deeper.

Nick's weak protests were almost inaudible now, and Peter was distracted by
these naughty fingers. This was a bad moment to have his fit arse
penetrated by thick fingers that was for sure. The rugby players somehow
pivoted him so the he fell onto his back on the sofa, fingers ever
deeper. He tried to reason with them. His flatmate needed him. As he spoke
they had lifted his thick, muscular legs so that his feet were either side
of his head. Those fingers buried deeper, and then another couple of digits
pushed into his mouth. Nick was whimpering, but Peter would help him. If
only he could dislodge these guys fingers from his arse and mouth. Perhaps
if he wriggled his arse and sucked on the fingers. Sucking made the guys
smile, so he continued. And then they began inserting a further finger each
at both ends. Peter would show them, oh yes! He'd save Nick's bottom from
Steve-o's massive cock. He sucked some more and his very tight arse took
four playful fingers. Henry and Thomas praised Peter's intelligence and
bravery. Nick was so lucky having such a spunky, spirited flatmate. Peter
smiled as he took their fingers. They really respected him and treated him
like an equal. Nick's distressed cries were still coming from his room, and
the slapping was much faster and more rhythmic now. The fingers were
wriggling in his spread bottom and he sucked on the ones filling his
mouth. Henry and Thomas's hard cocks, the missile and the club, rubbed
against his tummy from either side as he lay there. He relaxed and opened
up to them, his good friends. He would save Nick's bottom alright. But for
now, just for a moment, he would lay here and take the respect his friends
fingers were opening him up to accept.


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