Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 13:42:52 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Dog Pound Daze, part 12

Dog Pound Daze, part 12		by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of
Security and To Folsum and Beyond.

NOTE: This story includes references and descriptions to gay, male to male
sex, if such matters offend you, please exit.  Also, actions of a sexual
nature occur in this story which are not a statement supporting unsafe
sexual practices, this is a work of fiction and fantasy.


Red drove home from the gym with a feeling that things were different in
the world.  He wasn't sure how, but things were just different.  Darrell
and Ron had been busy working on plans for their new house.  He hadn't been
asked for much input and maybe that was making him feel somewhat left out.
He knew he hadn't brought much to the house when he moved from San
Francisco but was beginning to feel more and more distant.  The sex was
good but beyond that, he felt out in left field.  He shrugged it off,
chalking it up to too many hours at the gym.

He parked the car and unlocked the door.  He walked in to a dimly lit
space.  He was used to the radio or TV going and his two lovers always
being active somewhere in the now too small apartment.  The smell of dinner
was not evident.  Maybe they were out shopping.  He kicked off his shoes
and headed to his room to get comfortable.  Darrell, Ron and Sonny were
waiting for him when he entered.  They stood around the bed that had been
prepped for an evening of sex.  The bed had been stripped and covered with
the rubber sheets that they used when they planned some intense play.
Darrell and Ron each held a wrist restraint.

Darrell pointed at the bed.  "You're late."

"Things were a bit hectic at the gym today."

"No excuses, strip."  Red pulled off his clothes and walked over to
Darrell.  The wrist restraint was put on his right wrist and he was
instructed to lie on his back on the bed.  As he lay down, he got sight of
the enormous black dildo Sonny was slapping in his hand.  It was bigger
then any dick Red had seen. He took a deep breath thinking about that
monster up his butt.  A cold shiver went down his back.  He lay on his back
as Ron attached the second restraint.  His arms were stretched over his
head and cuffed to the headboard of the bed.  Ron grabbed him by his ankles
and pulled him toward the foot of the bed.  This way he was stretched out,
his chest, dick and balls within easy reach.  Pillows were stuffed under
his butt to raise it up for easy fucking.  The lights were dimmed and Red
felt sweat breaking out on his forehead.  He couldn't quite see what was
happening at the foot of the bed.  He felt hot hands playing with his butt
as the three men took turns slapping his ass.  Ron appeared at his head and
got onto the bed.  He straddled Red's face and instructed the slave to eat
his ass.  Red began his task.  Ron's big dick and balls flopped over his
throat as the stocky man pushed his butt down for Red's tongue.  The
callused hands began working Red's sensitive nips. He felt the fingers
twist and pull and the flesh began to swell with blood.  Titclamps were
attached and Red began to moan.  Someone was eating his ass and burying
their tongue deep inside. Someone else was greasing his floppy dick and
balls.  His dick responded by getting hard within seconds.  A ball
separator was strapped in place and a leather strap slipped through the
D-ring.  The strap was attached to the titclamps and pulled tightly.  Now,
no matter which direction Red squirmed, his movements would pull on his own
nipples.  A tight grip was stroking his lubed cock.  Ron's ass was opening
up and Red pushed his tongue deeper.  Ron responded by punching the pitbull
man's heavily muscled pecs.

Lube was being applied to his butthole and fingers worked into it.  It had
to be Darrell's long fingers massaging his prostate.  Red felt his head
spin and fought back the urge to cum.  The fingers were removed and a large
blunt object took their place.  Darrell or Sonny was about to fuck him.
With Ron sitting on his face he had no clue.  The big dick roughly pushed
in and began rutting his ass.  The harder he was fucked the more his body
moved around on the bed resulting in more tugging on his sore nips.  Hands
raised his legs and Ron grasped his ankles and bent Red in two.  The
fucking became harder and rougher, bouncing Red around under Ron.  He was
having difficulty getting a breath as Ron's muscular thighs closed around
his face.  He let out a muffled scream and was rewarded with a gasp of air.
The bed was bouncing and squeaking as his assailant plowed his ass.
Suddenly, the cock was gone. Another object was being pushed in in its
place.  This person also fucked his ass roughly as men took turns stroking
his now purple dick, pulling on the leather restraint attached to his balls
and nipples.  This man fucked him for several minutes before Ron slid off
Red's sweaty face and Sonny took his place.

Red figured it was Ron's turn to fuck him as another cock entered his ass.
The three men took turns fucking him for what Red thought had to be over an
hour.  They worked Red over never letting him cum.  Darrell's dick was slid
into his hungry throat as more lube was applied to his stretched ass.  A
grouping of fingers was worked into this hole and Red realized he was about
to be fisted.  A huge fist slowly slid into his butt.  Getting fisted was
not high on things Red enjoyed and his whole body broke out in sweat, as he
feared for his ass.  His legs were getting tired and cramping from being
bent over his body for so long.  His tits were sore and hurt more than he
ever remembered.  The arm entered what Red estimated to be about eight
inches.  He knew the size of his lovers forearms and visualized how far
stretched his ass now was.  The thought and the physical action of the dick
in his throat and a fist up his ass pushed him over the edge.  His cum shot
out and splattered over his tensed abs.  Hands rubbed it into his sweaty
skin.  The fist was removed and the three men took turns fucking him again.
Each one shot a huge amount of cum on Red's chest and abs.  His legs were
still held in place as another blunt object was pushed into his ass.  It
had to be the enormous dildo.  His mind was reeling with the length of the
rubber toy being pushed into his body.

Red recalled being fucked by Eric's monster horse cock and this was longer
and bigger.  He began to fear for his body and damage to his colon.  He had
lost count of how many loads of cum had been spilled over his body.  The
room was spinning as another cock fucked his face.  He could no longer tell
if it was black or white.  The dildo was pulled out and he was allowed to
relax his legs.  His wrists were uncuffed and Ron helped him up.  Red had
no feeling in his legs and fell to his knees.  He held onto Ron for
support.  He heard Darrel instruct him to let Red do it for himself.  He
was instructed to go to the bathroom and use the enema bag to clean himself
but not to wash any of the cum from his body.

Red collapsed onto the toilet and pissed for several minutes.  He felt
other fluids draining from his ass.  He stood up and looked into the
mirror.  The titclamps were still tied to his balls and pulled the huge
fleshy points downward.  His face was flushed and wet with sweat.  His
chest was red from punching, as was his ass from slapping.  As much as he
loved sex, this was a test of his limits.  He flashed back to his torment
in Chicago and felt tears welling up in his eyes.  He loved his two men but
felt betrayed.  Bloodshot eyes looked back at him.  He walked back into the
bedroom.  Red thought their evening of sex was over.  He was turned and
placed back into position on the bed.  The wrist restraints were reattached
and the pillows placed back under his butt.  This time though, a hood was
slipped over his head and face.  He no longer had any sense of light or
time.  His three captors, as he was thinking of them, left the room.  He
never had dinner and over the next several hours was fucked numerous times
by cocks, dildoes, and fists.  His face was fucked until his throat was raw
and his mouth split at the corners.

His only promise was morning when he could return to work at the gym.  That
didn't happen.  Richard was told Red was sick and wouldn't be in that day.
Red was held in the bedroom and fucked by dicks he didn't recognize.  He
was allowed moments to relieve himself in the bathroom but it had been
hours since he had eaten.  He was not allowed to remove the hood, shower or
shave.  No one spoke around him to give him a clue as to whom his sex
partners were.  He slept only a few minutes at a time.  His body was thick
with dried cum and spunk.  As hot as it was for him to serve his two
lovers, he was terrified of what was happening and tears flowed freely as
his ass was fucked or fisted.

As long as his torment was, it was suddenly over.  The hood was untied but
not removed from his head. The wrist restraints were undone. Duct tape was
put over his mouth and he was instructed to lie still for a count of
100. It didn't matter anyway; he was too tired to move.  He slowly sat up
on the side of the bed.  He pulled the hood from his head and squinted.  It
had to be late afternoon.  The sun was low in the sky and the room was dark
with gloomy sunlight.  He looked at the rubber sheets covered with lube and
bodily secretions.  He felt sick.  The bathroom light hurt his eyes and
head as he struggled to look at him self in the mirror.  His beard was
heavy and his head equally covered with red stubble.  The titclamps stung
like hell as they dropped to the floor.  He gritted his teeth to keep from
screaming as the nipples returned to semi-normal shape.  He staggered
through he empty apartment.  The bed in Darrell and Ron's room was neatly
made, but the kitchen was strewn with empty beer cans and pizza boxes.  Not
normal in this apartment of anal-retentive men.

The answering machine blinked with three messages.  He rewound them and
listened.  All three were from Darrell and Ron wanting to know where he was
and why they hadn't heard from him.  They had left a number of a hotel in
Denver.  Through the haze of not eating, he remembered they had gone out of
town to work on a project for Eric. The last message was dated and timed
Monday morning at 10:30. Three days later.  He had been a fucking captive
in his own apartment for three days.  He dialed the number of the hotel but
when the desk clerk answered he had no voice to respond.  His voice was
gone and his throat fucked raw.  He hung up.  The only thing he could think
was that Sonny had set him up.  His mind raced with what to do.  He tried
talking to himself but could only manage a dry squawk.  He drank a
half-gallon of orange juice hoping that would help but it only got him a
slight whisper of a voice.

He dialed Eric and Tom's number and heard Tom's voice.  He whispered as
loudly as he could but Tom couldn't hear him.  He knew Tom had to know it
was he.  They had caller ID and it would show the name and number.  He
squeaked out at Tom.

"Red?  What's wrong?  Where've you been buddy?  Are you OK?  We'll be right
over."  The phone went dead but Red had accomplished his purpose.  He knew
Tom was on his way and he searched through the kitchen for food.  He found
some leftover spaghetti and swallowed it cold from the container.  He wiped
sauce on his cum covered forearm.  Oh shit.  It looked like blood.  He had
to clean himself up, but he couldn't move.  He stood in the kitchen and
looked around helplessly.  The doorbell rang.

He lurched toward the door and unlocked the latch.  Eric and Tom rushed in
and caught him as he crumbled in an emotional heap in Tom's arms.  Eric
took one look and called Vic and Joe.  The two men were there in a matter
of minutes followed by Dr. Pratt and Dan.  Vic began going through the
apartment treating the place as a crime scene.  Tom carried Red into the
other bedroom so the doctor could examine him.  Red was considered battered
and raped and the doctor documented it as such.  He took several photos to
assist with the documentation.  He didn't think Red needed to be admitted
to the hospital but didn't think he should be left alone.  Red found his
key for Vic to continue the apartment check the next day.  Eric packed
clothes for Red, called Marsh and had him track down Darrell and Ron.  Tom
threw a blanket over Red and carried him to the car.  Vic sealed the
apartment door with official tape and they all headed to Eric and Tom's.

Mike and Doug were making dinner when they arrived.  Doug was visibly upset
over Red's condition and Mike helped Tom get him to the shower.  Tom got
the water going as Mike held Red and gave him some aspirin.  Red was more
disoriented now than at his apartment so Mike went to find Dr. Pratt.  Tom
leaned Red against the side of the shower and stripped.  He stepped under
the hot spray with the young man in his arms and held him.  The water
helped revive him and soon Tom had him soaping down his beaten body.  Red
was silently sobbing and shaking.  He leaned against the tile wall and
shook.  Tom carefully finished washing his friend.  Mike returned with Tom
Pratt and helped Tom towel Red dry.  The doctor had thought from what Mike
had said that Red had gone into shock but now thought he was having an
emotional breakdown.

Tom put him on the bed as Pratt went back downstairs to talk with Eric and
call in a prescription.  Mike toweled Tom's back.  Tom turned around and
let the big gentle man towel his chest.  He pulled an oversized T-shirt and
Baggies on and sat on the bed.

"I knew someone in the video business who had this same experience.  He
thought he could make some extra money but the guys fucked him as a slave
for days then left him in an alley.  He was almost unconscious when they
found him.  Pretty horrible scene.  But, he fought back and is a stronger
person for it but has some misgivings about a lot of people's intentions.
Trust isn't always easy."

"Red here is a pretty trusting little pup, but this is the third time he
has been treated like this.  It's bound to leave some scars."  Red quietly
leaned against Tom's thigh with one arm wrapped around.  Doug walked in
with a plateful of food.  Pratt thought he should try to eat.  Some of his
disorientation might be from hunger and dehydration.  Doug had also brought
up a couple of bottles of water.

"I'm going back down to the kitchen to feed the guys, you want a plate,
Tom?"  Tom shook his head as Mike and Doug left.  He sat next to Red as the
man slowly ate.  He would stop every few bites and shake.  Tom watched in
silence as his buddy fought back a nervous breakdown.  He put his arm
around his shoulders and held him.

"You don't have any body hair again, why?"  Red suddenly spoke.  He
suspiciously fingered the chain and lock around Tom's neck.  "This is new
too."

"Something I did for Eric.  You want to talk now?" Red shook his head no
and continued to eat.  Mike walked in and handed Tom a plate of chicken and
veggies.  He sat in a chair to keep them company.

"So, the guy you talked about, from videos, who had a similar experience?
You?"

"Yeah."

"How'd you get through it?"

"With the help of a couple of good friends.  Guys like you and Eric.  I
learned to protect myself and worked out to build myself up.  The best
thing I did was to learn how to read who respected my limits and wasn't
going to use me."

"A good lesson for all of us."

"Doug is a blessing.  He's kind, generous, intelligent, caring, and all
those good things. OK, and he as a dick of death and I enjoy being a bottom
to him, a lot.  He's a good man.  I only hope I am worthy of that."

"You tell him lately how you feel?"  Mike bit his lip.  Tom looked at him
between bites.  "Do you love him?"

"Yeah, I think I do."  Mike quietly admitted.

"Then go tell him."  Tom pointed toward the door with his fork.  Mike
smiled and left the room.

"Darrell and Ron left me."  Red startled Tom.

"Something there doesn't make sense.  Did you know they were going out of
town on business?"  Red said yes.  "But they left you tied up in the bed
and went out of town?  That doesn't add up.  It's not something they would
do. Then some how, someone got a key and got back in, I don't know.  Vic is
working on it.  But I doubt that they just left you.  There has to be more
to the story."

"I'm not sure I can do the sex thing again, it scares me now.  I'm not sure
who I can trust."

"Well, number one, you need rest and you can stay here until the guys get
home.  You're safe here."

"Thanks.  I really love you two."

"Thanks, buddy."  Tom hugged him and got up to stretch.  Red finished
eating and curled up on the bed.  Tom pulled a blanket over him and sat at
the bedside.  He quietly watched over his buddy, one hand on the muscular
shoulder. Eric stood at the door watching.

"Marsh called.  Darrell and Ron are trying to get a flight home.  They left
Sonny asleep in the bedroom and alone with Red.  Vic thinks Sonny and some
friends used Red as a sex slave."

"Wow, he didn't seem like the type to do something like that."

"Well, he has an alibi.  He's been in Indianapolis since Sunday, and we can
corroborate that story, so then he couldn't have been one of the people
working Red over these last two days."

"Huh."  Tom watched Red as Eric came up behind him and enveloped him in his
big arms.  He kissed the back of Tom's shaved head and tugged on the neck
chain with his teeth.

"We need to talk about what happened between us this past weekend.  I
consider you my son and lover and while I find it a big turn on that other
men find you attractive..." Eric's voice caught.  "I won't ever put you in
a situation which will bring harm to you."  Tom felt Eric's labored
breathing and tight arms.  "The way things happened the other night, well,
I thought it would be a hot scene.  I didn't mean it to, I don't know, what
to say.  You've been very quiet these last couple of days.  Please, Tom,
tell me you don't hate me."

"You said you wanted to punish me."

"I know, but I didn't mean in a sense that you would ever end up like Red.
He's been through too many abusive situations.  I didn't mean anything to
be abusive.  I would stop doing whatever if you give me the word.  I don't
want to lose you."

"You aren't going to lose me, why would you think that?"

"The way you've acted these last couple of days, how quiet you've been, not
your usual self."

"I guess what I had to think through is how much of a slave you want me to
be, whether it's full time or just occasional scenes.  I want to satisfy
you and if it means being your boy or slave all the time, then I do that.
If it means playing the role when it satisfies you, that's good too.  But I
was confused.  I didn't mean for the sex to happen in the shed the other
day, it just did.  I wasn't raped the same way Red was but in a way it
wasn't consensual."

"I realize that, but from what I overheard, well, I overreacted.  I'm
sorry.  Please forgive me."  Tom turned around to face Eric.

"I was confused.  I didn't hate you, so there's nothing to forgive.  I love
you.  I want to be with you and if you say on your back, boy, these 12 men
are going to fuck you.  That's what I do."  The two big muscle men embraced
and kissed.  Eric slid his tongue down the side of Tom's thick neck, biting
and sucking as he went.  His hands massaged the huge muscle butt and came
up along the wide lat spread.  Eric loved the feel of Tom's wide lats.  He
loved to run his hands over them although it tended to tickle Tom.  He felt
the tight thick upper back muscles and brought one hand up to the back of
Tom's smooth shaved head and held him tightly in the kiss.

Tom closed his eyes and gave into Eric's hands.  His head was tilted back
and his mouth open as Eric's touch sent shock waves through his body.  All
his lover had to do was touch him and he felt the heat radiate throughout.
He worked Eric's nipples through his T-shirt and had his owner moaning.
Eric moved his hand up under Tom's shirt and felt the smooth shaved chest.
The big nips with the heavy gauge rings sprung to full erections.  Tom's
tits were easy to play.  Eric sucked the underside of Tom's chin just at
the line of his goatee.  Tom reacted with Goosebumps over his skin.  He
raised his arms and let Eric remove his shirt.  Their eyes met and Eric
reached for Tom's waistband.

"Oh for heaven's sake, get a room."  Red's voice startled them both.  They
had momentarily forgotten about him.

"Uh, we have a room. This is it."

"Oh.  Yeah."  Red moved to get out of the bed but both men stopped him.

"You can stay there.  Are you OK?"  Red shook his head slowly.

"I think so, except for this feeling inside of confusion over what
happened.  And the feeling of also not being sure I should stay with
Darrell and Ron."

"Well, you won't know that until they get home."

"Maybe I should go to another room so you two can be alone."  Tom looked at
Eric and sat down next to Red.

"Perhaps we can help you in healing."  He ran his hand over the thickly
muscled body under the blanket and felt Red's hard cock.  "See, you aren't
totally disinterested."

Eric pulled off his T-shirt.  "Maybe you need to give back a little of what
you got."  Red looked at them suspiciously.  Eric finished stripping off
his clothes and pulled the blanket off of Red.  He knelt between Red's legs
and sucked down the fat cock.  Tom went for Red's big nips.  The muscle pup
was soon moaning as much as he was protesting.

Eric pulled him to his knees.  "You need to be on the giving end for a
little while and not the one always getting fucked or being the bottom."
He got on all fours in front of Red and motioned for Tom to climb on top of
his back.  Red sat looking at the two freaky muscle lovers both offering
their butts to him.

"Oh holy fuck."  Red drove his tongue deep into Tom butthole while
fingering Eric's ass.  Tom took advantage of the position and grabbed two
big handfuls of Eric's meaty chest while licking and biting the back of his
neck.

"Oh yeah son, work those nips.  You know I love it and what it will get
you."

Red sucked and tongue fucked Tom's ass while lubing Eric's. He pulled Tom's
long, think cock down and sucked both balls deep into his mouth then pulled
back. Tom reacted by biting harder on Eric's neck and twisting his owner's
nips more.  Eric's arms were flexed supporting his lover's 250 pounds of
muscle.  The triceps stuck out like mountains.  Tom tightened his grip
around the thick arms.  Red stroked both big dicks and sucked both sets of
balls until they were dripping with his spit.  He stood up on the bed and
guided Tom's cock into Eric's wet asshole.  Tom lost no time in sinking his
cock to the base.  Before he could react to his master's hot hole, Red slid
his cock deep inside his hole.

"Oh fuck, you're on fire.  Your ass feels so good."  He ran his hands over
Tom's wide back and pulled out just enough to allow Tom to begin fucking
Eric.  His hands felt the muscles in Tom's back and ass move as he fucked
the big man.  The sensation went straight to Red's dick.  He felt it expand
bigger and Tom moan.  He dug his fingers into Tom's waist and began plowing
his buddy's ass.  He fell forward across Tom and reached for one each of
their tits.

Eric's arms and legs were burning as he braced to support both boys' weight
now.  Tom was lost in sucking and biting Eric's neck and ears.  The hot
breath was all over Eric's own shaved head.  He could feel Red's tempo pick
up and slam into Tom's ass.

"Hey, don't I get any of that?"  Tom pushed up and forced Red to stop
fucking him then slid out between the two men and guided Red's dick into
Eric's ass.  He watched for a few seconds, as the little heavy-duty muscle
pup fucked like a person possessed.  Then Tom got down and slid under Eric
in order to suck on Eric's dick and balls and get a close up view of Red's
fat cock fucking his lover's ass.  Eric pulled Tom under him in a 69
position.  He grabbed Tom's rock hard cock and slapped it against his face.
He dropped suddenly onto his elbows forcing Tom's prick all the way down
his throat and causing Red to fall slightly forward sinking his dick even
deeper into the mammoth muscle butt.  Tom craned his neck to suck on Red's
flopping balls.

"Oh no, don't do that.  Shittttttttttttttt."  Red let go with a load that
shot downward onto Tom's face and Eric's balls.

"Yikes.  I'm drowning."  Tom felt hot cum all over his face.  Red stumbled
backwards to catch his breath.  Eric didn't miss a beat.  He quickly got
up, spun around and sat on Tom's cock.  He displayed amazing balance as he
fucked his ass with Tom's cock, sliding up and down on the big member.  Red
was doubled over licking his cum from Tom's face and goatee.  He kissed his
buddy and only stopped when Eric tapped him on top of the head.  He looked
up just in time to swallow Eric's cock and load.  Tom was now buried on the
bottom of the heap.  Red's dick flopped over his face.  Red felt the tongue
and sucking on his cock and balls.  Tom's arms flailed out to the sides.
He pushed his hips up and filled Eric's ass with his cum.  The three men
crumpled in a heap on the bed, each gasping for breath.  Tom's dick slowly
slid free from Eric.

Red sat partly upright leaning on his shoulders.  "Wow, that was awesome.
Thanks guys.  Maybe that was what I needed.  He ran his hands over the mass
of muscles lying out in front of him.

"Now just what exactly happened between you two?"

To be continued - comments - suggestions?		Lennoxbear@aol.com