Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 20:01:52 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Worthy of Worship, Chapter 17

 The following story is an erotic fantasy about consensual and
nonconsensual sex between men and boys.  If this is not your thing or
you're not of legal age, don't read it.

 Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but
keep in mind that this is fiction.  In reality, safe sex should always be
practiced.  This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any
characters or places or actual events in real life.  Any similarity to
reality is entirely coincidental.

Worthy of Worship

Chapter 17

Jason's Dad. Again

"Hey Coach.  How's it goin?" Randy said as he entered Coach's office.

"Randy, please.  I wish you'd knock before you come in" Coach said as
he turned red with embarrassment and reached down behind his desk for
something.  Randy stepped up to the desk and saw that Coach was trying to
pull his jock back up, and his very hard cock was sticking out and
dripping with precum.  His workout shorts were lying on the floor.

"Oh shit, Coach" Randy laughed aloud.  "You really missed me today
didn't ya?  Oh man did you ever."  Coach stood up and reached down to
pull the jock up.  Randy pushed him back down into the chair and grabbed
his cock.  "This is fuckin cool man.  You missed me so much you gotta
jerk off just thinking about me.  I love it man."  Randy couldn't stop
laughing.

"Randy please.  Let it go" a very embarrassed Coach said, as he
continued trying to pull the jock up over his thighs.

"No way man.  This is really hot; you're turning me on.  I know you
love my cock, but I didn't know you jerked off fantasizing about it.
Shit, this is really cool."

"Leave the jock off, Coach" he said as he let go of the hard cock.
"Com'on, take it back off."  Coach was still really embarrassed, but
he was accustomed to obeying Randy, so he pulled the jock back off.
Randy reached over and grabbed his T-shirt and started pulling it up so
Coach raised his arms letting him pull it off.

"You are so fuckin big Coach.  I love those huge muscles of yours"
Randy said with admiration as he grabbed Coach's hands and pulled him
back up to his feet.  Coach stood up wearing only his socks and his
whistle around his neck, and his still hard cock sticking out like a
flagpole.

Randy stood back and just admired the big man.  "I love your body
Coach.  Those big muscles are amazing, and for an old guy you're in
amazing shape."

"You know Randy; I'm only 38 years old.  That doesn't make me an old
guy" Coach retorted.

Randy reached up and rubbed his hands over the big round deltoids.  "I
don't care how old you are man, but you look fuckin amazing" Randy said
as he stepped back.   "Hey, flex for me man.  Show me what you got.
Gimmy a big double bicep pose"

Randy grabbed Coach and pulled him around the desk, and then, stepping
past him, took his place in the desk chair.  Then he leaned back and
looked up.  "Go ahead Coach.  Put on a show for me.  Flex those big
muscles for me"

"Please Randy.  You're still my student, and I've got things to do."

"Yeah; you got things to do; like jerking off while thinking of sucking
my dick.  But that's cool man.  I've got the time.  You got me all
horned up, so let's go ahead and get it on.  Now, gimmy a double bicep
poses like I told you."

That was Randy at his most forceful and Coach obediently raised his arms
and flexed his biceps.  Coach worked out regularly and at 214 pounds his
biceps and triceps and deltoids bulged magnificently and his massive
pectoral muscles were stunning, and if his abdominals were not completely
ridged, his stomach was still almost perfectly flat.

"Oh yeah Coach; that's really cool.  Gimmy a show.  Go through the
compulsories for me, man.  Show me your muscles while your big hard cock
sticks out.  Get me turned on."  Coach sighed as he looked at the
demanding muscle boy sitting at his desk and started going through the
compulsory poses.

Randy was a totally hot and amazingly aggressive muscle boy, and Coach
had given up arguing with him weeks ago.  He was barely more than a child
in age, but in attitude and in looks he was a dominant demanding muscle
god.  He only weighed about 180 pounds, but his muscle definition was
truly phenomenal, and he not only had Coach totally intimidated, but had
turned him into a worshiper.  Randy had not been at wrestling practice
today, and Coach really did miss him, and, in truth, had been fantasizing
about sucking him off.

"Do `em again Coach.  Do `em again.  But you're getting soft, so
think about gobbling this big prick I got here.  You're turning me on,
so don't go soft on me."  Coach obediently went through the seven
compulsories once more, and as he watched Randy rubbing his crotch, his
cock began to grow again.

"Sorry I wasn't at practice today Coach, but that asshole Mr. Manton
gave me detention.  But it's a good thing I stopped by so you can have
the real thing instead of just fantasizing about it."   He started
laughing again as he framed with his hands the enormous rod now showing
in his pants.  "Okay, com'er and get me stripped down.  You got me hot
already man so I'm ready to get it on."

"Randy ...."

"My shirt man; get my shirt off" Randy ordered impatiently.  Coach
stepped over, took hold of Randy's shirt and pulled it up and off.
"Good man.  Now the shoes.  Get down there and get my shoes off."

Coach sighed again, as he got down on his knees and started removing
Randy's shoes.  As much as Randy humiliated him, which he did
constantly, Coach was always turned on by his aggressiveness, as he was
right now with his cock getting hard.  As Coach removed his shoes, Randy
stood up with his crotch right in his face.  Taking hold of Coach's
hair, he pulled his head back.  Coach was staring straight up at Randy's
hot muscular body and grinning face.

"Terrific Coach" Randy said with delight.  "Ain't nothing better than
you on your knees in front of my cock.  Now tell me you want it.  Hell, I
already know it, but I want to hear it from you.  Go ahead; tell me."

"Okay, you know you turn me on Randy" Coach said with resignation.
He'd done this before and knew what he had to do to satisfy Randy's
enormous ego.  That's part of what Coach found so exciting about Randy.
His breathtaking arrogance and narcissism; his total conceitedness and
selfishness were an amazing turn on.  His spectacular muscular prefection
and his enormous cock didn't hurt either.  Coach couldn't get enough of
it and was willing to do about anything to get it.

"I want to suck your cock, Randy.  You know how much I want it.  And
okay, so I was thinking of you when you walked in a few minutes ago.  You
know you make me hot."

"Oooh Coach.  I love it.  That's way cool.  Give me some more.  How
about begging.  You know how much I love that."

"Okay, Randy; I'm begging you.  Please let me suck your cock."
Smiling with delight Randy pulled Coach's face into his crotch, rubbing
his face against his cock which was trying to tear its way out of his
pants.

"Get my pants off Coach" Randy ordered.  "You got me so fuckin hot I
can hardly wait."  Coach unbuckled Randy's belt, undid the pants, and
pulled them down and off.  "Leave the jock for now."

Coach buried his face into Randy's crotch, rubbing his nose against the
hard as steel prick covered by the jockstrap.  He was well versed on how
to please Randy, so he got a lot of saliva going and sucking on the tip
of the cock he gave it a loud smack.  Then, developing more saliva, he
started gnawing on the big rod with his teeth. Each and every time Coach
did this, he was newly amazed at how big this kid was.  Coach had no idea
he was into sucking cock until Randy trained him, and now he couldn't do
without it.  Randy and his cock were overwhelming.

Randy suddenly yelled.  "Hey, Jason.  Com'on in."  He grabbed Coach's
hair with both hands so he couldn't get away as the door opened and
Jason walked in.  Randy laughed.  "Sorry Coach, but Jace and I were
heading home and I only planned to stop here for a minute.  But hell,
Jace doesn't mind waiting for a few minutes while you enjoy yourself.
Jace knows he'll get his share of this later on?"

Jason was shocked to see Coach on his knees in front of Randy.  Although
he knew that Randy had been getting it for weeks, actually seeing it was
a totally different thing.  But, hell, Randy got it from anybody he
wanted, whenever he wanted, and Coach was no exception.

"Geeze Randy, you gonna let me watch?" he said with glee as he felt
himself getting hard.  Seeing his enormous Coach, his teacher, nude and
on his knees sucking Randy's cock was astounding.

"Yeah Jace.  Sit down and play with yourself while me and Coach get it
on."  Randy was holding Coach's head tight into his crotch with both
hands in his hair, and even though Coach tried to pull away, Randy
wasn't having it.

"Easy Coach.  Jace's my buddy and knows everything, so don't you worry
yourself.  No one else will ever know."  He pulled Coach's head back
from his crotch and looked down into his eyes.  "Besides, I don't mind
him watching, in fact I like it.  Jace's my bud.  You don't mind, do
you?  I mean, I like it so that makes it okay, right?  Right?  If I like
it you like it, right?  Wha'cha say Coach?"

"Okay, Randy.  Whatever you say" he said, resigned to Randy's demands.

"Good man.  Hell, maybe you'll be an even better cocksucker with an
audience."  Randy laughed aloud.  "Yeah, my big beautiful cocksucker."

"Randy; please" Coach said as tears of humiliation formed in his eyes.
"Don't do this."

"Com'on Coach.  Lighten up.  You know I'm only kidding.  Jace's my
bud and won't say anything." He leaned down and gave Coach a kiss on
the lips.  "You know I like to kid you and tease you, so don't get so
serious."

Coach didn't say anything, but the tears were still there.

"Now, pull my jock down and let's get at it" Randy ordered.  "Com'on
man.  Just pretend Jace's not here.  Or better yet, pretend he is here
and put on a show.  Show him what you can do."

Randy now pulled Coach's face back into his crotch, and as always, Coach
gave in.  He rubbed his nose against the big rod and kissed it a couple
more times.  He then pulled the jockstrap down and off allowing Randy's
enormous cock to flip out.

"Kiss it first, babe" Randy ordered.  Coach put his lips on the tip and
gave it a very wet, very loud smacking kiss.  "Good boy; good boy."
Coach actually cringed as Randy called him boy, but he knew that was part
of the game.  Randy could do anything, and Coach knew he would go along.
Being treated like his pet cocker spaniel and being called a cocksucker
were requirements of the game in Randy's world.  And being forced to
accept it by this intimidating child-god was degrading; but it was also
incredibly exciting.

Randy pushed forward and Coach took the big tool into his mouth and
started sucking.  Coach had lost track of how many times he had blown
Randy, but it must have been reaching a dozen, and he liked it better
every time.  Sometimes Randy was rough and demanding and other times he
was gentle and accepting, but Coach had learned that he would take it any
way he could get it.  This forceful boy was incredibly exciting.

Randy was really hot.  Seeing Coach jerking off and fantasizing about his
cock was such an unexpected turn on, that he couldn't stop smiling and
gloating and almost laughing aloud.  Talk about a hell of an ego boost.
He wanted to tell Jace about it and rub Coach's nose in it but right
now, with his big dick in Coach's mouth ready for another assault, he
was almost too hot already.  He just watched for a couple minutes as
Coach sucked and jacked in and out slowly, taking it all the way back to
his throat, and then back to the tip.  Coach had had plenty of practice
on Randy's cock by now and could give a pretty good blowjob, so Randy
just let him go at it for a while.

But Jason was watching, and Randy wanted to put on a show.  Pulling his
cock out of Coach's mouth he rubbed the wet rod against his face.  "My
balls, Coach.  Wash those balls for me.  Get `em nice and wet and make
it feel really good."  Coach obediently started licking and sucking
Randy's balls as Randy took hold of his cock and bounced it against his
face.

"Look at me, Coach" Randy ordered as he continued banging his prick
against his face and watching him suck his balls.  Shit, that looked so
friggin wild   The only thing better than banging his cock against a
pretty young face, was banging it against his teachers face.

As Coach looked up Randy saw a look of insatiable desire and lust on his
face.  He was worshiping and loving it.

Randy finally pushed his cock back into Coach's mouth.  "Okay Coach.
I'm hot and ready.  Bring me off man.  Show Jace how good you are."
From experience, Coach knew what to do next, so he started to speed up
the sucking and began to force the big bludgeon into his throat.  He knew
very well if he didn't get it into his throat, Randy would force it in
there himself.  But, in truth he didn't care.  He loved sucking Randy's
cock and if Randy wanted it rough, that's what Coach wanted too.

After a minute or so, he felt Randy's hand behind his head and he
started trying to take the big prick even deeper.  Then with a hard
thrust, Randy forced himself all the way down to the pubes, and just held
him there.  Coach was not surprised but continued moving his tongue and
just held on until Randy was willing to let him go.  Finally, after what
felt like forever, Randy pulled back letting him breathe.

Then grabbing Coach's head with both hands, he started fucking,
beginning slow but going hard and deep.  Coach kept sucking and grabbed a
breath every chance he got, and just let Randy ride his mouth.  Blowing
Randy was the hottest thing he had ever done in his life and being
dominated and controlled by this astonishingly powerful demon-child was a
constant thrill and always turned him into a worshiping fanatic.

And Coach started to shoot.  Without even touching himself, his cock
started shooting across the room.    He had come off a couple times
before while sucking Randy but never like this.  But then again, he'd
never had an audience before either, and even though it was a student (or
maybe because it was a student), he found it tremendously exciting.
Being totally under Randy's control was always electrifying but doing it
in front of someone else was daring and exhilarating and shameless.  The
ejaculation was as intense and anything he had ever felt.

But Randy hadn't cum yet and was now slamming deep into his throat.
Randy looked up at Jason who was watching with amazement as Randy was
really ramming into his Coach's mouth.  Randy's spectacular body was
glistening with sweat as he gave Jason a big grin and silently mouthed
`fuckin hot'.

Randy laughed aloud and Jason joined him as he pulled his own cock out
and started jerking it like mad.  Jason already knew Randy had been
fucking Coach, but actually seeing the big sweaty muscle man nude and on
his knees being force fed Randy's cock was totally awesome.  Coach's
face was red, he was dripping with sweat, and he was moaning and grunting
as the cock slammed into him.

Then Randy let out a yell and started to cum.  He had a tight hold on
Coach's hair as he shot first into his throat, and then into his mouth,
and then finally into his face.  Jason gave his prick one final jerk and
shot halfway across the room.    When Randy finally started to calm down,
he gently rubbed his cock all over Coach's face, smearing his cum
everywhere.

"Clean me off Coach" he said after a bit, and Coach licked his cock
clean and then gave him a loud kiss on the tip.  Randy laughed aloud and
fluffed his hands through Coach's hair.  "Damn good Coach" he
laughed.  "You really know how I like it."

"Okay; Jace and I've got to go.  Gimmy my jock and pants."  Coach
started to get up, but Randy held his hand on his head.  "Stay on your
knees man.  I like you down there" he said as Coach looked up and saw a
big grin on his face.  "Now, get my jock and pants."

Randy loved his games and loved humiliating Coach, so this was not
unexpected, but doing it in front of Jason was too much.

"Randy ...."

"I said, get my fuckin jock and pants" Randy growled.  "Crawl for me.
Move it."

Coach still hesitated as he looked up in Randy's face.

"You're about to piss me off, Coach" Randy said threateningly.

"Okay Randy."  Coach gave in and crawled on his hands and knees over to
the desk and picked up Randy's jock and pants.  Randy took the jockstrap
from him, used it to wipe his cum off of Coach's face and then handed it
back.  "This is for your collection."  Randy slipped into his jeans and
buttoned them up.  Coach handed him his shirt and he slipped it on.

"Watch this Jace" Randy said as he sat in Coach's desk chair again.
"Go ahead Coach."

"Please Randy...." Coach whispered as his face began to get red in
embarrassment.  "Don't."  Coach knew how much pleasure Randy got from
treating him like a wimp and humiliating him, but at least he'd always
done it in private.  Doing it in front of someone else was totally
demoralizing.

"Jace's my bud Coach, and I share everything with him, and I want him
to see this" Randy said threateningly.  "Or maybe you'd rather I make
you do him next Coach.  He's got a cock needs suckin.  Wha'da'ya
think?"

"Okay Randy.  I'll do it."

"Of course, you will" Randy said as he gave Jason a grin.  "Make it
loud so Jace can hear it."  Coach leaned down and kissed each of
Randy's feet with a big smack and then picked up his tennis shoes,
slipped them on and tied them.

"Way to go man" Randy said with a grin as he leaned down, took Coach by
the chin and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"It looks like you and Jace made a mess on the floor."   Standing up,
he pulled Coach to his feet.  "Better clean that up before anyone see's
it."

Then the arrogant young stud walked out of the office followed closely by
Jason.

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Randy patted Jason on the butt as they went out to his old VW in the
school parking lot.  "Don't worry Jace.  You know I've always got
something left for you.  We'll get it on tonight after I talk to your
dad."

"That's okay Boss.  I know that. And thanks for letting me watch.  Man,
that was sensational; you doin Coach like that.  That was super hot.
That's the hottest thing I have ever seen, even better'n you doin the
math teacher."

"Yeah; doin Coach is the greatest.  He is so damn big and muscular and
so devoted to my cock.  I love it."  He glanced over a Jason with a big
grin on his face as they got into his car and headed for home.  "The
greatest except for you, of course" he said with a laugh as he reached
over and patted Jason on the leg.

Later, after the boys had worked out and showered, they piled into the VW
and headed to Jason's house.  They had agreed that Randy would come by
once a week and have a chat with Jason's dad, and this was the third
week after they had come to an understanding.  Although Jason gave Randy
daily updates on his dad's behavior Randy liked to see the guy shake and
cringe in fear when he came by.  Randy hadn't hit him again after their
original confrontation, but he wanted to keep the threat in the guy's
face on a regular basis.

"What's that" Jason said as they drove into his driveway.

"What the fuck" Randy exclaimed.  "Is he selling the house?"
Standing right in the middle of the yard in front of the house was a
`For Sale' sign.

Jason peeked through the garage window.  "His car is gone so he's not
home yet.  I wonder what the hell is going on."  He unlocked the front
door, and they went into the house.  And it was a mess.  As they walked
through the large house, they saw every drawer open, and stuff tossed
every which way and some of the furniture was gone.  Jason led Randy down
to his dad's bedroom and as they entered, they saw the closets and all
the drawers open and empty and all the furniture gone.

"Oh shit" Jason exclaimed.  "He's gone.  The fucker moved out."

"How can that be?  Was he here last night?" Randy asked.

"He was here when Bobby and I went to school this morning.  I'll be
damned, he moved out while we were gone today" Jason answered in
amazement.

"Oh man.  This is going to be a problem" Randy said.  "He's got the
money and you can't live here without cash.  And, shit, he's trying to
sell the house anyway.  Hell.  Does he really think he can get away with
this?  All we have to do is track him down at the dealership.  Stupid
asshole."

"I don't know Randy.  This is getting scary.  He's not stupid you
know.  He must have planned this out.  Let me call his office and see
what's going on."

Randy wandered around the house while Jason made the call.  The place
looked like a cyclone had hit; everything was thrown every which way.
Mr. Riley must have been in a big hurry to check out, and obviously he
was not planning on coming back.

"Randy.  They said he doesn't work there anymore" Jason said with a
puzzled look as he entered the room.

"Wha'da'ya mean he doesn't work there anymore?  I thought he owned
the place."

"I knew he had a partner in the business, and I got him on the phone,
but he wouldn't say anything.  He just repeated that dad hasn't worked
there since last week.  I told him who I was, but he just said he was
sorry, but he didn't know anything.  I guess he must have bought dad
out.  He said he didn't know where dad went either."

"Yeah, he must have bought him out.  That's the only explanation that
makes any sense.  Oh shit; the little son of a bitch pulled a fast one on
us.  What the hell do we do now?  Jace; does he keep any cash around?"

"Yeah.  He has a safe in his bedroom closet which usually has some money
in it.  Let's check."  They went back to the bedroom and neither boy
was surprised to see the safe open and empty.  "Oh shit" Jason spat.
"We're really in trouble.  What in the world are we going to do?"

"Do you have any money at all?" Randy asked.

"I've got maybe a hundred dollars stashed in my room and Bobby might
have twenty or thirty bucks.  Dad fired the housekeeper last week, so I
had to do grocery shopping yesterday.  So, we're okay for a week or so,
but then we're in trouble."

"Well okay.  We've got a week.  You should call your aunt and tell her
what's happening and maybe she'll finally tell you where your mom is.
And then let's check that `For Sale' sign.  There's got to be a real
estate agent, and he's gotta know where your dad is."

"Okay; those are good ideas" Jason said with relief.  "Thanks Randy.
I don't know what I'd do without you."

Randy grabbed Jason and pulled him close, right up eye to eye, and
noticed tears beginning to form in his eyes.  "Take it easy, babe.
Don't worry, we'll figure this out."

Jason put his head on Randy's shoulder and started crying softly.
"That fucking bastard.  That fucking bastard" he mumbled through his
tears.

"Don't you worry about it, babe.  I said we'll work our way through
this."  Randy grabbed him by the shoulders, jerked him around and pushed
him against the wall, and started kissing him aggressively.  "You're
still mine, babe, and I ain't letting nothing bad happen to you."

Having a confrontation with Jason's dad always made Randy hot, and he'd
planned on fucking Jason afterwards anyway.  So, they hadn't had their
usual `after workout session' today, and Randy wasn't about to wait
any longer.  Besides, they had the house to themselves.

Randy reached around with both hands and grabbed Jason's ass and
squeezed hard.  Jason grunted in surprise and grabbed Randy around the
waist and hugged him tight.

"Have you been naughty, Jace?" Randy asked softly with a faint smile.
"Tell me; have you been a naughty boy?"

Jason knew this signal well from many previous occasions.  This was a
lead-in to a hot fucking session.   But he was definitely not in the
mood.  His mind was going a mile a minute, worrying about what he was
going to do.

"No Randy.  Please don't.  Not now" he replied.

"Answer my question, babe.  Have you been naughty?" Randy asked.

"Please Randy.  Not now.  I can't do it."  His tears continued to
drip.

"You just got three more, babe.  Two for pissin me off, and one for not
calling me Boss.  Now answer the god-damn question."

"Yes Boss.  I've been naughty" Jason said with resignation.

"Get me a belt" Randy said as he walked into the living room,
straightened the cushions and sat on the sofa, the only piece of
furniture left in the room.   "Strip" he ordered as Jason came into the
room carrying a belt.  Jason now conceded that he was going to get his
ass whipped.  He knew better than to argue with Randy, but he really
didn't want this right now and he grudgingly started removing his shoes.

"If I don't see a smile on your face, and a real sexy strip show in the
next couple seconds, you're going to be in a world of hurt" Randy
growled.  "Now get with it!"

"I'm sorry Boss.  Sorry."  Jason swallowed his irritation and forced a
smile.  Pissing Randy off was a crazy thing to do, and he reminded
himself that Randy always got what he wanted and was in charge one
hundred percent of the time.  Besides, he realized this was Randy's way
of making him get his mind off his problems and pick up his spirits.

As he got his shoes off and stood up, he started feeling himself up,
rubbing his hands over his body as he performed a kind of a dance and
slowly started stripping.  He'd done this before, so he knew what Randy
liked.  As he began to calm down, he knew Randy was going to spank him
and fuck him, and that was getting him excited.  When he was finally
naked and without any direction he went to Randy and lay on his lap.
Randy took the belt in one hand and grasped the hot ass with his other.

"How many?"

"Eight" Jason said as he closed his eyes tightly and started getting
ready.  The pain before pleasure.

"Well?"

"Eight Boss.  Five because I need it; two for pissing you off, and one
for not calling you Boss, Boss."

"Okay.  Here goes.  Count `em."

Jason loved Randy dearly and the sex games they played were the most
exciting and fulfilling events in his life.  He yelped and counted after
each of the swats, letting Randy know that they hurt.  Even though it was
all a game, Randy always asserted his authority and made sure Jason felt
the swats.  The first five were not too bad, but Randy made the last
three sting.

"Thank you, Boss, for spanking me" he said when Randy finished.  His
cock was now super hard, and he was ready to get fucked.

"Way to go, Jace" Randy said with pride as he dropped the belt and
gently rubbed Jason's ass.  "You did real good."  Then he gently
pushed Jason off his lap onto his knees between his legs.  "I'm proud
of you babe."

Randy quickly stripped off his shorts and jockstrap, allowing his hard
nine inches to slap up against his belly.  "I'm hot and ready, Jace.
Banging your ass really turns me on, so get your ass ready and climb up
here."  Jason spit on his hand and gingerly reached between his legs and
rubbed in on his ass.  As he spit a couple more times and started
loosening up his ass hole, he watched Randy playing with his big hard
cock just inches from his face.

Randy slid down so his ass was barely on the sofa cushion and spread his
legs wide, as Jason climbed up facing him and positioned his ass above
the big hard pole.  Grabbing the big cock and aiming it towards his ass
crack, Jason gradually started to sit down, forcing the bludgeon into his
tight hole.  He knew his ass was red, and his cheeks were stinging, but
the greater hurt now was his ass opening up to allow the enormous shaft
to force its way in.  His eyes were tightly closed as he pressed down,
and then hesitated for a bit to adjust.  He started panting hard as he
reached down and pulled his cheeks apart and then started a gentle up and
down motion.  Going very slowly and easing it in, he gradually pressed
more of the cock into his ass.  Randy didn't seem to be in any hurry,
and hadn't said anything, so Jason continued to go slow; gradually going
deeper, forcing his ass to open up.

When he finally felt his ass reach bottom, tight against Randy's crotch,
he opened his eyes and looked down at his gorgeous lover.  Randy was
wearing a wife beater which showed his big round deltoids and the tight
definition line leading to the swollen biceps and triceps.  The tight
wife beater barely held in the massive pecs with the nubs clearly showing
through the thin cotton.  Randy was looking him in the eye with a big
smile on his face.

"Oh baby.  That's good" he said with a big grin as Jason started
slowly raising and lowering his ass over his big truncheon.  Randy was so
gorgeous that Jason could hardly stand it.  Just seeing that smile on
Randy's face gave him a thrill, knowing he was giving his lover so much
pleasure.  Giving satisfaction to Randy's cock was the most important
part of Jason's relationship with him.

Jason now started bouncing up and down on the cock a little faster, and
it started to feel good.  His ass cheeks still stung a little as he
banged into Randy's crotch, but the feeling of the big rod going in and
out of his ass was wonderful.  Randy moved his legs farther apart so his
cock would go deeper and started getting into the action by pushing his
crotch up to meet each downward thrust by Jason.

Jason's own cock was sticking straight up and dripping onto Randy's
tight abs.  Jason kept the slow up and down motion going, enjoying the
feel of his lover's big rod sliding in and out.  He didn't want it to
end, and if he could have, he would have kept it up for hours.

Then his heart skipped a beat, and he gasped as he felt Randy grab his
cock and start to stroke it gently.  Randy almost never touched his cock
while he was fucking him, and the feeling was awesome.  Jason was
delirious with pleasure as he saw that his gorgeous lover was grinning at
him as he gently jerked his cock and matched each down stroke of his ass
with a matching upward thrust of his crotch.

Jason tried to hold off as Randy sped up his jerking motion, but the
pleasure was just too intense, and he started to shoot.  His body
shuddered and he groaned with pleasure as he shot into Randy's hand, but
somehow, he was able to keep his fucking motion going even through his
ejaculation, and then he felt Randy ram into him hard and start groaning
as well.  As Jason finished cuming he looked at Randy's face, seeing his
eyes tightly closed with a look of total exaltation in his face as he
fired over and over into his ass.

When Randy finally stopped and opened his eyes, he smiled brightly at
Jason.  "You made a mess baby" he said holding out his hand filled with
Jason's cum.  Very deliberately he took hold of his wife beater with his
other hand, pulled it up and over his head.  Then, with a big grin on his
face, h rubbed Jason's cum all over his bulging pecs.

Then chuckling at the surprised look in Jason's eyes he said: "It's
your mess babe.  Clean it up."   Jason smiled at his lover, and gently
rose up so the softening cock would slide out of his ass.  Then he leaned
down and started to lick his cum off Randy's chest.

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Randy and Jason were sitting on the floor leaning against the wall of
Randy's workout room, both covered with sweat, and still panting from
the final exertions of their afternoon workout.  It had been a busy
couple days as they tried to figure out how to deal with the
disappearance of Jason's father.

"Yeah, mom has agreed to take Bobby and he's already home packing.  She
wanted me to come too, but I told her no way.  Besides, she made it clear
her job as a waitress didn't pay much and I'd have to find a job to
help out.  But, I'm not leaving you Randy, and I'm not leaving my
school, and I'm not leaving all my friends."

"Way to go, man.  So, are we going with the original plan?"

"Yeah, Randy.  I really don't have any other options.  Mom didn't seem
to be bothered when I told her I wasn't leaving.  I think she's worried
about being able to support us.  She says she can't do anything about
dad selling the house because he never let her put her name on the
title.    He always made sure she never had a dime of her own.  And that
fuckin real estate agent is a total asshole.  He says dad told him no one
was living in the house, and if he finds me there again, he's going to
report me to the authorities.  So, I've got to get out, and soon."

"What a total creep.  Well, anyway, I've talked to Coach, and he has
agreed to let you use his address as your home of record, so you'll
still be in the school district.  He's says it's no big deal; people do
it all the time.  But now we've just got to see if our plan will work."

"I know, but I'm really nervous.  It's got to work."

"You know, Jace, I've really worked on my folks, and they absolutely
refuse to budge on you moving in.  My dad doesn't get much work as a
painter since he hurt his back, and mom works only part time and makes
shit-all at that toy store.  We're barely scraping by now, and they're
even talking about maybe losing the house.  Sorry.  I'd really love to
have you here.  But let's see how it goes tonight.  I'm going to be sex
personified tonight, and when you dress in that sexy outfit we put
together, you will be too."

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At exactly eight o'clock I rang the doorbell and entered the house.  As
always when I visited Wade, I was wearing the sexiest outfit that I could
come up with.  This time the shorts were low cut boxer types, but were
not only sheer, but were of some type of clinging material.  They were
see-through and snug and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and
were so low cut that the crack of my ass was showing in back and it was
molded to my half hard cock in front, and my crotch hair was clearly
showing through the gauzy material.  I might as well not have been
wearing anything at all.  For a top I had a cut off football jersey that
barely reached the nubs of my tits.  I'd spent hours in the local thrift
shops looking for the sexiest outfits that I could put together, and this
was definitely the most outrageous.  I was fuckin pornographic.  And I
was fuckin gorgeous, and I damn well knew it.  And I hoped Wade would
think so too.

As always when visiting Wade, I had the most strenuous of workouts before
coming so my sixteen-year-old body showed my astonishing definition in
its total perfection.  At Wade's direction I had not had my usual
blowjob today from Jason, nor yesterday either.  Wade wanted me really
horny for my visit today and was I ever.  The past two days had been
sheer torture because it had been months since I'd gone two days without
shooting a load.  I'd been hot and hard all the way through my workout,
through my shower, and particularly while getting dressed in my
scandalous steamy outfit in front of the mirror.  In fact, just seeing
how sexy I looked forced me to look away from the mirror to keep from
shooting.  Yeah, I'm so fucking sexy that I can blow my load just by
looking at me.  And, just thinking about seeing Wade always made me hot
anyway.

As I entered the living room, I saw that Wade was sitting on the sofa in
only his Jockey shorts with his hand on his crotch.  That was a really
good sign, because if he was already playing with himself, he was hot for
me.  As usual, Wade was breathtaking, and I instantly felt heat shoot
through my body just by looking at this miraculous creation of God.  Wade
was beyond awesome.  He had truly enormous muscles, but so perfectly
proportioned that he was an image of consummate perfection.  Add to that
his startlingly handsome face and he was nothing less than a god.  But he
was sometimes moody, and I had to be very careful to be aware of those
moods and act accordingly.  But seeing him rubbing his crotch and smiling
told me this was going to be the hottest ever.   I walked over to the
sofa, got on my knees, gave each foot a light kiss, and waited.

"Give it some tongue muscle boy" he murmured.  I got a surge of
excitement, because that meant the green light was on and Wade was ready
to roll.  I started to gently lick his feet, making sure I had enough
saliva to keep my tongue wet, but not so much that I left any spit on his
feet.  What I did was wash his feet with my tongue, while I worshiped
them with kisses.  If he wanted me to suck, he would say so, but for now
my tongue and my mouth were focused on making him feel blissfully
satisfied.  With Wade, after many beatings and scoldings, I learned to
never, ever think of myself while cherishing his body.  My pain and/or
pleasure was irrelevant and had to be completely ignored while my total
concentration was aimed on how it must feel for him.  My major objective
was to try to get inside his head and imagine how each lick and each kiss
must feel to him, and there was nothing more exciting to me than getting
a moan of pleasure from him while I worshiped.  I found that the harder I
worked to worship him, the hotter and more excited I became.

"I can't wait today, baby" he said.  "Get up here in my crotch."  I
instantly lifted my head and buried my face into his cotton covered
crotch.  His enormous cock was fully hard and sticking straight up and
out of his jockey shorts with his hand still on it, as I pressed my face
against it.  Since his hand was near the head of his cock, I jammed my
face below and started trying to suck his balls through the shorts.  I
had barely started trying to suck when he moved his hand and grabbed my
hair.

"Lick it baby" he directed as he started pulling my head up and down,
forcing my mouth to slide up and down on his cotton covered cock.  I just
held on and let him go at it, while I formed as much saliva as I possibly
could, trying to get the cock wet while I was being jerked around.  Then
he really got at it, pushing my face into his hard crotch, and dragging
it back and forth and up and down in total delirium.  But even though I
was being manhandled, I kept trying to lick him as he had ordered, and
his shorts were beginning to get wet.

Then, still holding my hair, with his other hand he pulled his shorts
down below his balls, grabbed his cock, aimed it at my mouth, and pulled
me down on it.  Pulling down hard, he crammed my nose in tight against
his crotch, and his enormous ten-inch rod went deep into my throat.  And
he just held me there.  It had happened so fast that I didn't get much
of a breath, so I was already worried.  But he just held me there and
rammed his crotch up into me several times trying to get even deeper.  He
damn well knew he was choking me, and I knew he was probably enjoying my
torment.  I held out as long as I could but as I started to panic, I
couldn't help but struggle and try to pull back, and I brought my hands
from behind my back to try to push him away.

"Hands behind your back" he yelled at me as he jammed his crotch in
even tighter and really yanked my hair.  I pulled my hands from his
waist, but in the midst of my panic I couldn't force them behind my
back.  I thought I would black out.

Suddenly, I was gasping frantically for breath, and my heart was beating
a million miles an hour.  I don't know if I actually blacked out or not,
but everything did seem to go dark for a second.  As I was gasping
uncontrollably, I was vaguely aware that Wade stood up, moved to the end
of the sofa dragging me around so my head was dangling over the arm.
Suddenly I was looking at him upside down with his balls in my face.

"Oh yeah slave boy.  Gonna fuck your face hard" he said.  Then he
pushed his cock into my mouth and into my throat, jamming his balls
against my nose and getting his full ten-inches deep down into my
esophagus.  I hadn't even got my breath under control when he pulled
back and started to fuck.  He started fucking me in a way that only Wade
could fuck; hard and deep.  Really deep.  He started slowly, forcing
every bit of his enormous cock into me, and always ending each thrust
with a final jerk driving every last centimeter in tight.  He then pulled
about halfway out before pushing back in again.  And again.  And again.
I grabbed a breath between each thrust but was never able to get quite
enough.

Then I felt him slap my barely covered cock and realized that I was as
hot and hard as I could possibly get and was exalting in this rough
treatment.  I was almost ready to shoot just from his rough treatment and
total domination.  In fact, I felt a surge of excitement zap through me
right to the tip of my cock, and when Wade slapped my cock again, I
started to erupt.  Shit, was I a masochist when I was with him or what?
I thrived on his brutality.  My body began to jerk uncontrollably as I
started cuming, and I felt Wade grab my head with both hands, push in one
more time and start shooting as well.

"Yeeeaaaoooh" he yelled sounding almost like Tarzan.  To keep from
strangling me, he pulled back, so he was shooting into my mouth instead
of my throat.  I was trying madly to swallow his cum as I was also
gasping for breath, and still shooting into my shorts.  When I finally
stopped shooting, Wade was still going strong.  Pulling out of my mouth
he sent a final squirt into my face.

This was certainly equal to some of the most exciting events in my life,
matched only by the dozen times or so that Wade had fucked my face
previously.  Each time Wade fucked me he seemed to be even more
pernicious, and for me each time was more adventurous and more dangerous
and therefore more exciting.  There was no question that satisfying this
muscle god's incredible demands was a dangerous proposition.  This was
the closest I'd ever come to blacking out, and it was totally scary, but
also completely exhilarating.  When I visited Wade, I simply submitted my
body to him for his gratification, which always resulted in the most
exciting moments in my young life.  My cum filled shorts were a clear
sign of how fabulously exciting sex always was with Wade, my master.

"That was fuckin hot, slave boy" he said as I began to get my breath
back.  He rubbed his cock against my face smearing his cum around, and I
stuck my tongue out licking him as much as I could.

I loved Wade so much that it actually hurt, and my heart sometimes felt
like it was going to burst.  Each time I was with him it was a totally
new experience and I loved him even more.  And I was well aware that
people would think our relationship was a little strange.  I know he
loved me, but I know he loved other boys as well; he blatantly told me
so; regularly.  But he was a god, and I was honored to even worship him,
and just knowing he loved me made me weak in the knees and made my heart
flutter.

He was always rough and exacting, and still slapped me around
occasionally when my performance wasn't one hundred percent up to his
standards.  Actually, he slapped me around even more than just
occasionally, that was his style.  But the really strange thing about our
relationship was that no matter how hard I tried to please him and guess
in advance what I needed to do to venerate him, I was never quite good
enough and he punished me for being inadequate.  But I knew how lucky I
was to be allowed to serve him, and did everything in my power to make it
good and fulfill his every desire.

I loved seeing the look of determination and lust in his face as he
sometimes corrected me to increase the intensity of his pleasure.  My
love for him was so extreme that I craved serving him and loved making
his pleasure paramount to any desires of my own.  And, actually, I could
have smiled sometimes as he punished me, just from the attention I was
getting from him.  Of course I didn't dare smile, because although it
might have been a game, getting fucked or punished by Wade was serious
business, and definitely not to be laughed at.

Our relationship in some ways had become a game; me breaking my ass
trying to fulfill his every desire and need while I worshiped him, and
him always expecting and demanding more from me. There were few things in
my life that made me feel more alive and more fulfilled than Wade using
me for his gratification, so with every physical slap and every verbal
rebuke my love for him grew deeper and deeper.

But that didn't mean I didn't have some love left over.  I loved my
boys Jason and Landon and I know they loved me.  But my love for them was
different.  Basically, I loved them because they loved me, and that love
was dependent upon their submissiveness and total attention to my needs.
They had to love me and worship me and obey me and for that I returned
their love.  I almost never punished them like Wade did me, but I did
insist upon their total loyalty and fealty.   The more obedient and
cognizant to my needs they were, the more I loved them.  Except for their
terrible jealousy of each other, they were happy with the relationship
and so was I.  Actually, I enjoyed their anxiety when I got them
together, and their conflict about who could worship me better, and love
me more.

"Are you cozy, baby?" Wade asked as I sat in my favorite place: both of
us nude and me sitting on his lap with my head leaning back against his
shoulder.

"Mmmm" I whispered, half dozing.  Wade had allowed me to give him a
shower and dry him off, and now we were just resting.  I knew he was
going to fuck me later, because on days like this when he was super
horny, he always came twice and maybe three times.  Wade was gently
rubbing his hands over my abs and pecs, which I loved.  As much of a
muscle god as Wade was, I was thrilled every time he noticed what a tight
muscular body I had and gave me recognition by feeling me up.

"Wade?  Master?" I murmured.

"Yeah, baby, slave boy.  What is it?"

"Ah.... master?" I said haltingly.  "Ah....  you remember me telling you
about my boy Jason?  How his father was such an asshole?"

"Yeah.  You said you straightened him out.  And you enjoyed it.  So
what?"

"Well.... we have a real problem.  The asshole skipped town.  He sold his
business, put the house up for sale, and took off.  We've taken care of
Jason's little brother Bobby; he's getting on a bus to St. Louis
tomorrow to join his mother.  But right now, Jason has no place to go.
He refuses to go join his mother, and I guess she doesn't particularly
want him and can't afford to keep him anyway.  Besides he's my lover,
master, and I don't want to let him go.  He also wants to stay at out
school and be on the wrestling team with me."

"Alright slave boy" Wade said emphasizing `slave boy'.  "You can
stop.  I don't think I'm going to like hearing what you're going to
say next."

"Please master.  Please.  Just hear me out" I pleaded.  "We have a
possible solution.  Please."  I knew better than continue without
permission.  I'd been punished too many times for stepping out of
bounds, to even hint at doing anything Wade might not like.  "Please
master!" I whispered as I waited for an okay to go on.

"Alright" he said after hesitating for a moment.  "Go ahead.  Spit it
out" he ordered.

"Master" I said with a gulp.  "Coach has agreed that he can accept
temporary custody of Jason, and we can use his address so we're still in
the school district.  But Coach says he can't take him in.  I tried to
talk him into it, but since he has kids of his own, he absolutely refused
to take Jason.  He really meant it because Coach never refuses me
anything.  My folks say we can't afford it, don't have room, and all
kinds of crappie excuses, so I can't take him.  And we've got to do
something quick before the child welfare agency finds out."

I took a deep breath and just blurted it out. "Will you take Jason in
master?" I said and waited.  There was a long pause.  A very long
pause.  A several minute pause.

"When can I meet him?" Wade asked.  My heart leaped into my throat with
excitement.  He didn't say no!  He didn't say no immediately!  I was
thrilled.

"He's sitting on your front lawn right now master.  Can I bring him
in?"

Wade laughed aloud as he tousled my hair.  "You little shit" he
laughed.  "Get him in here."  I jumped up, ran to the front door and
gave a yell for Jason.

Wade and I were still nude from our shower, but Jason was dressed.  Or...
sort of dressed.  I'd made sure he looked as sexy as possible.  Wade
loved his boys looking super sexy and as totally outrageous as possible.
We had ordered something called a `cock sock' from the internet which
was a pair of tight thin underwear with a cock sized pouch in front to
hold your prick.  It was kind of like a thumb on a pair of mittens, but
it made your cock stick out even when it was soft.   I had loaned him my
bright yellow tank top that fit like a second skin and emphasized his
amazing muscular body.  He'd obviously been playing with himself because
his cock was hard and was really filling up the sexy `cock sock'.

I had instructed him in advance, so when he entered the room, he
immediately went to Wade, got on his knees, and kissed his feet.

"Stand up" Wade ordered, and Jason jumped to his feet.  "Turn
around."  Jason slowly turned around as Wade inspected him.  "I see why
Randy latched onto you boy.  You are a sexy little bastard, aren't
you?"  Wade twirled his finger and Jason slowly turned around again.
"Gimmy a double bicep" Wade ordered.  Jason lifted his arms flexing his
biceps and expanded his chest showing his amazing fifteen-year-old body
at its finest.

Jason looked magnificent.  Not as much muscle as I have, but he looked
absolutely stunning with amazing musculature for a kid so young.  I
watched Wade's face as he examined Jason's body.  I was as nervous as
hell because we'd really run out of options.  Wade either let him stay,
or the child welfare agency took over, and they'd probably force him to
go to his mother, and then he'd probably have to go to work to help her
and Bobby.

"What's your name kid?" Wade asked.

"Jason, master" he answered, and I smiled.  Wade should like that.

"I am not your master.  You will call me sir.  Now tell me again."

"My name is Jason, sir."

"That's better.  Okay Randy" he said to me, and I stepped forward.
"I'll give it a try and we'll see how it goes.  But there are some
rules.  First of all, Jason, you are not my slave, and I am not your
master.  We'll pretend you're my son, or better yet: my long-lost
nephew.  You will sleep in my guest bedroom, and you will never wear a
sexy outfit again in this house like you're wearing right now.  You will
dress like a normal schoolboy.  And you will not have sex in this house.
You will treat me like an uncle and there will be no sex between us.
What you and Randy do outside is your business, and you will make
yourself scarce when I'm fucking somebody here.  Got all that?"

"Yes sir.  I got it" Jason answered with a big grin.

"Thank you, master" I said as I stepped up and put my arm around
Jason.  "Jason's a great kid and I know he'll be no trouble.  We'll
do anything we can to make this work."

"We'll talk about homework and curfew and stuff like that later, but
you can go ahead and move in tomorrow" Wade said as he stood up.  "Now
you get your ass back out in the yard, because Randy and I have some
business to attend to."

"Yes sir" he answered, and I gave him a big grin and a pat on the ass
as he turned and left the room.  Wade stepped up to me, reached around
with both hands and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulled me in close and started
kissing me.

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AND THEN THE INEVITABLE

Jason's Story

Jesus.  He was the most gorgeous creature on the planet.  An Adonis or
maybe Hercules, or some combination of the two.   Or any list of
superlatives that might describe him.  And I was going crazy with
desire.

Wade had set down all kinds of rules of how I could act and how I could
dress, and when to do homework and when to go to bed.  All kinds of
stuff.  And I even had to give up on the sir and call him Uncle Wade.
But I was going crazy with desire.  Me being a fifteen-year-old horny gay
kid, and having the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, fucking and
sleeping in the next bedroom was becoming excruciating.  Even having sex
with Randy almost every day didn't relieve my hard-on completely.  I was
hard from the time I arrived at Wade's in the afternoon until I went to
sleep at night.  With all the action going on in the next bedroom, I
jerked off every evening and then had wet dreams most nights as well.  I
used to think only of Randy when I was jerking off, but now it was
generally Wade.  Randy was gorgeous but Wade was awesome.  Randy was a
`superboy' muscle kid and my lover, but Wade was simply a god, and I
couldn't help but lust over him.

I've been living with Wade for three weeks now and things are going
pretty well.  I'd spend every afternoon working out with Randy and then
come to Wade's and make dinner for him.  It turns out I'm a better cook
than he is, so I make most of the meals and do the shopping.  My mom had
been a lousy cook, so I had to learn early on how to do it and Wade was
very appreciative.  It also made me feel a little better about staying
with him because I felt I was partially paying my way.  I'm only fifteen
but I clearly understand how much I owe him for taking me in and I am
extremely grateful.  I'm willing to do just about anything to show him
how grateful I am at his taking me in.

But Wade was fucking someone every night and the agreement was I had to
stay out of the way.  So, I had to stay in my bedroom; but at least I had
a TV there.  But TV or no, I had to listen.  And let me tell you, there
was plenty to hear.  Actually, Wade seldom raised his voice; but then
again, he was accustomed to being obeyed without raising his voice.
However, his slaves/tricks/worshipers were not so quiet.  There was
yelling and screaming and begging going on, particularly if Wade was
working with somebody new. I knew Wade was a harsh taskmaster; Randy had
told me that, but hearing the slaps and the grunting and groaning was
almost more that I could bear.  Did Wade really think I was in here doing
my homework while he was fucking his slaves and making them squeal in
pain and pleasure outside my door?  Actually, I was, but it wasn't
easy.  I always sat at my desk in the nude with my prick hard as steel
and dripping.  I don't know what my teachers thought about the cum
stains on my homework papers.

So, this could not go on.  I was desperate to get into bed with him.  So,
I started planning my move.

I was waiting for some night when he was not fucking someone, but it'd
been here three weeks and there hadn't been a break.  I think he was the
most oversexed guy on the planet, because some nights he had a couple
guys over, one after the other.  And several times he was doing two guys
at once, and one night even three.  Fucking three guys at once?  How the
hell could he do it?  From the moans and groans and the slaps I heard
that night I know he must have gotten his cock into all three of them.

But anyway, he was driving me bonkers.  I did talk to him about it, and
he admitted he was probably not the best roll model for a young kid, but
he was not about to cramp his lifestyle for my benefit.  Then he ordered
me to use earphones or turn the TV up so I couldn't hear what was going
on.  I tried that for one day only, but the fact is I loved hearing his
fucking sessions.  So, I pretended that I forgot his order, and didn't
mention it again.

So anyway, this evening, for the very first time, we'd actually watched
a little TV together.  Then he sent me to my room to do my homework.  I
opened my door a crack so I could tell what he was doing, and I heard him
go to bed early; about 10:30.  I gave him a half hour and then went to
his bedroom door and opened it quietly.  He was asleep.

I'd thought about having sex with him a lot.  Hell, I thought about it
constantly.  I'd decided that if he was on his back, I'd suck his cock,
but if he was on his stomach, I'd work on his ass.  I knew he slept in
the nude.  Hell, with all the fucking he did, I don't think he had time
to put anything on.  As I tiptoed into his bedroom, I saw he was on his
back covered only by a sheet.  Very gently I raised the sheet and put my
head under it and took his cock in my mouth.

I was very gentle at first, just kind of holding it in my mouth and
washing it with my tongue with lots of saliva.  But of course, it started
to grow.  He didn't move at all, but I felt sure he must be waking up.
At least I know if somebody was sucking my cock I'd be waking up.  I
kept up the gentle suck until he was really getting big, almost up to his
full ten inches, or whatever.  Now, let me tell you.  I am a really good
cocksucker.  I've sucked Randy more times than I can remember and he
always told me how great it was.  In fact, Randy was the only guy I'd
ever sucked, but now I was tasting a new one.  And a bigger one.  Wade
was enormous, and I realized as good as I was, this was going to be a
challenge.  But I was ready for it.

To give him a feel for what I was capable of, I slowly pushed forward
allowing the enormous rod to enter my throat and keep going until my nose
was touching his crotch hairs.  Then I give three quick pushes, mashing
my nose against him and taking every last centimeter deep into my throat.
And I held it there for as long as I could.

Then pulling back, I started really going at it.  Good suction with lots
of tongue, jacking back and forth.  I know most guys would grab a cock
this big with their hand to jack it, but I knew what dominant guys like
Wade and Randy wanted from their cocksuckers.  They wanted true devotion
and fervor from their submissives.   Using your hand was a cop-out and
showed a lack of willingness to show real servility.

He still hadn't moved a muscle, although I could feel his cock throbbing
in my mouth.  There was no question he was awake, and he had to know who
was going down on him.  I was hard as a rock anyway, but now I felt a
shot of excitement shoot through me knowing that he was letting me get
away with this.  He was making no effort whatever to stop me.  Since he
hadn't had a trick tonight, I guessed he was probably really horny, and
I was right.  I'd only been on him ten or fifteen minutes or so and I
could feel his throbbing cock get ready to shoot.  And now his whole body
began to shake, and I felt his hand on the back of my head.  I grabbed a
big breath just in time as he jammed me down hard forcing his bludgeon
deep into my throat.  And he started to shoot.

I controlled my reflexes until he finally pulled back a little, and then
started swallowing as fast as I could.  Luckily, I didn't choke, but I
couldn't swallow fast enough and his cum was coming out the corners of
my mouth.  But shit; I was in heaven.  Wade had let me suck him.
Finally!!  I kept swallowing and swallowing as he continued firing into
my mouth, and it felt like he was shooting gallons.  Only one day without
a fuck and it was like he'd gone without for weeks.  When he finally
stopped shooting, I carefully gave his cock a final suck, and then buried
my face in his crotch smearing the cum I'd missed all over my face.  Oh
yeah, I want his cum not only in me but all over me as well.  Then I
licked his crotch clean.

My legs were still hanging off the bed, so I now dropped to my knees and
pulled the sheet off my head.  As I looked up at his handsome face, I saw
him looking at me with a big smile on his face.  Again, my heart almost
stopped at his sheer magnificence.  The absolute pinnacle of perfection
in body, and unparalleled godlike masculine features.  An astonishingly
sublime human being.

"Thank you master for letting me suck you" I said, totally in awe of
his beauty.  No more Uncle shit.  No matter what he said, in my mind he
was now my master.  If he could be Randy's master, he could be mine as
well.  What could be more rewarding than being an acolyte to a demigod?

"So, you finally made the move" he said with a laugh.  "I was
wondering how long it would take you to get up your nerve to go for my
cock.  Randy said you wouldn't last a week."  He reached down and
pulled me up on the bed on top of him and gave me a kiss and started
tussling my hair.  "You know there's no turning back now, don't you?"

"Yes master, but this is what I want.  I want to be yours.  I want you
to own me."

"Being my long-lost nephew and my slave are two very different things.
As a master I am very demanding and expect obedience and total dedication
to my needs.  You don't do anything without my direction, or there is
punishment. Do you understand that this is how it's going to be?"

"Yes master.  But that's what I want."

"Okay.  So be it.  Now, you sucked my cock without permission.  Do you
need to be punished?"

"Ahhhh.... yes master.  I guess I need to be punished."

"There is no `I guess' about it.  You will be punished" he said as he
grabbed a handful of hair and gave it a sharp jerk.   "This time I'll
use my hand, but if there is a next time, I will not be so lenient.  Now
go into the living room and bend over the arm of the sofa.

As I bent over the arm of the sofa and buried my face in the cushion, I
watched out of the corner of my eye as he walked in.  And I saw exactly
what I wanted to see.  The most Herculean creature on earth was nude and
came into the room carrying a tube of cream and his enormous cock was
sticking out, almost fully hard.  He was going to fuck me.  My heart
started fluttering and I actually gasped for breath in excitement.  I
wanted him to fuck me more than anything else in the world.  As he walked
up to me, he grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet.

"Get down and kiss your master's feet and beg him to punish you" he
ordered.  I dropped like a stone and had my lips on one of his feet in
less than a second.  I gave it a big wet kiss, and then kissed the other
one.

Then I put my forehead on the floor between his feet.  "Master, forgive
me for disobeying.  I will never do anything again without your
permission master."

"We're not talking about forgiveness; we're talking about punishment.
Now do as I told you and beg me to punish you" he demanded.

"Sorry, master.  Please punish me.  Please punish me for disobeying
you."  Wade took my hair and pulled me up and over the arm of the sofa
again.  Then he started groping my ass.

"You must understand Jason, that just because you want to be my slave
doesn't mean you automatically are one.  You must learn how to be a
slave and I'm here to train you.  And there will be pain and punishment
involved before I'm done.  Got that?" he said as he continued roughly
squeezing my ass.

"Yes master, I understand."  Then I let out a yelp as he slapped my ass
with his open hand.  He caught me unawares on that one, but I was
determined not to cry out while he spanked me.  All five swats that I had
to count out loud were hard and hurt like the dickens.  I didn't scream
or yell but was completely stoic.  I was actually proud of myself for
taking it so well, but Randy had given me worse a couple times.  When
Wade was done, he pulled me to my feet.

"Kiss my feet and thank me for correcting you" he ordered.  I dropped
to the floor, kissed and thanked him.

Then getting me back on my feet and holding me bent over, he pushed his
cock into my mouth.  As I started sucking him, he reached over my back,
and I felt the coolness as he started rubbing the cream into my crack.
As I sucked him, he began to grow, and by the time he had worked two
fingers into my hole he was fully hard in my mouth.

"Here goes sonny boy.  You're first fuck from your new master" he said
as he pushed me back over the sofa arm.  With the pain from the spanking,
I had forgotten how much I wanted him to fuck me.  But as I felt his
enormous tool press against my hole it all came back.  My ass stung from
the spanking and I knew taking his cock was going to hurt too, but I was
more than ready, and I would take any amount of pain to make this
happen.

He forced his way into me, and he wasn't particularly gentle about it
either.  He just jammed it in, and it felt like a god-damn telephone
pole.  I'd been fucked dozens of times by Randy so I knew I could handle
it, but Wade was definitely bigger, and it felt enormous.  But even
through the pain it felt absolutely glorious!

"Halfway there slave boy" he said as I groaned and gasped for breath.
Oh shit.  Only halfway.  He gave me a minute to adjust, and then started
to deliberately fuck in and out, gradually sinking in deeper and deeper.
I was used to getting fucked, and I loved being fucked by Randy, so I
knew the pain would very quickly turn to pleasure.  And it did start to
feel good.  Then Wade really started fucking.  He started slamming into
me like there was no tomorrow, jamming my crotch against the sofa, and
almost moving the sofa each time he banged into me.  I was loving it: a
mixture of pain and pleasure, but damn was he rough.

He slowed up a few times and just reamed me out twisting his cock up down
around and every which way, and then he would speed up and get rough
again.  And now I knew why he was a master.  I loved Randy fucking me,
but Wade was on a whole different page.  Going from gentleness to
violence and back again over and over. Sometimes slapping my ass, and
sometimes holding tightly to my hair.  Sometimes he was pulling me up
tight against him almost crushing me, and then he would be jamming my
face down into the sofa cushion with his hand pushing down on my neck.
Obviously when Wade was totally absorbed and concentrating on his own
intense pleasure, his partner was just a tool to be used in any way
necessary to enhance the intensity of his carnal delight.  The fact that
his partners loved being used just as much as he loved using them was
totally secondary to his own gratification.  Wade fucked me on and on and
on and on.  I was deliriously happy,

This was a totally different kind of fucking and I wanted to scream in
euphoria.  Then I did scream as I started cuming.  Wade didn't even slow
down but kept ramming into me banging my shooting cock against the sofa
as my whole body shuddered and surges of excitement charged through my
body over and over again.  I was totally elated and literally transported
into another plain of nirvana as my cock shot all over me and the sofa
and the floor.  Easily the most exciting ejaculation of my young life.

And just as my cock was spitting one last time he started to cum.
Ramming into me one final time and viciously yanking my hair, he started
pumping his hot cream deep into my ass.  Pulling me up by the hair and
putting his massive arms around me, almost crushing me against his chest,
he rammed his crotch into my ass two more times as his raging cock kept
shooting.  I felt him bite my neck and the pain just enhanced the
pleasure of his shooting into me.

We just stood there for a while, both breathing hard and starting to calm
down, his softening cock still up my ass.  When his cock finally popped
out and he loosened his crushing hold on me, I turned my head, and
reaching up kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you master.  Thank you."

Stepping back from me and taking me by the hand, he headed towards the
bedroom, pulling me behind him.  "Let's go to bed slave boy.  We'll
sort this all out tomorrow morning."  With a big smile and a feeling of
joy in my heart, I willingly followed him into his bedroom.

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May 2010 -- September 2022