Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2020 20:32:55 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Enslaving the Renegade chapter four - Celebrity

Enslaving the Renegade
Chapter Four: Top Man
by Evan Andrews
2020


This is a fan fiction. The story is based on one that appeared in a 1984
issue of the magazine First Hand. That story was only 3 pages long, but I
enjoyed it so that I decided to expand it and recast it in the universe of
the TV show, Renegade, starring Lorenzo Lamas. The story should in no way
be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the
actor or his character.

The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that
offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you
are please stop reading now. Thank you.

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Reno lay back on Malik's chest, his legs spread wide so that the big Black
man could plow his ass from underneath. In the days since he had been
broken in to getting fucked up the ass, a daily session with Malik's fat
cock had become routine. Today's session had a set goal, and as much as
Reno wanted to ride the cock in his ass hard and fast and make it spit out
its heavy load of cum, he instead writhed on that cock, panting,
concentrating on slowly teasing the man behind the engorged meat for as
long as he could.

With his eyes closed, he heard the door to the bedroom open and a man walk
in. From the tread, it was Torres, but Reno couldn't be bothered with that
right now. He had to concentrate on Malik's cock.

Torres watched the two for a few moments and said, "It's interesting, but
what's the point?"

Malik laughed through his lust and said, "Well, Mr. Torres, Vince here has
a special job to do. He has to ride my cock as long as he can without
bringing me off. He doesn't want to be provocative in either extreme, too
much or too little. I figure that eventually he'll get me too hot, and I'll
just roll him over and finish pounding the life out of his ass for
today. Of course, if he doesn't keep me hot enough, I'll get bored and take
him hard anyway. And of course, he doesn't get to cum himself until I'm
done, one way or the other."

Torres walked over to where the two men were rocking away on the bed. Reno
opened his eyes and looked up at his master. Torres looked back and slowly
opened his own pants. He pulled his cock out and crawled up on the bed.

"Boy," he ordered, "Open up your mouth and take my cock with those lips
Suck me ther same way you're fucking Malik."

As Reno swallowed the thick, olive cock, Torres pulled off his shirt and
leaned back, resting his hands on his calves. With a slow, steady rhythm he
thrust in and out of Reno's mouth while Reno used his tongue to tease the
Latin dick. The days when he gaged on Torres dick, and even Malik's, were
the distant past.

They managed to go on like this for most of a half-hour, and then Torres
cursed and, grabbing Reno's head, rammed his cock as deep into the slave's
throat as he could manage. Reno tensed his throat muscles and pulled
Torres' load screaming down into his stomach. Torres fell back and watched
Malik roll over on top of Reno and start to long-dick the slave's
increasingly talented asshole. In less than a dozen hard, deep strokes the
butler was shooting his own cum into the biker's body to the accompaniment
of Reno's screams of submissive passion that he and Torres were both
getting used to. Malik pulled out and rolled Reno over, wrapping his
fingers around the biker's hard dick to give him his reward, but Torres
laid his hand on top of Malik's.

"No," said Torres, and Malik held his hand still around the biker's cock,
"Not today."

Reno thrust up into the fist that held his shaft, but Torres grabbed him by
his balls and said "What part of `No' didn't you understand, boy? You never
cum unless I say you can."

Reno was desperate after the prolonged attack by both his horny masters and
begged, "Please, sir, I'm so hot, so horny. I've got to shoot. Please, sir,
this slave has to get off."

Reno thrust up into Malik's hand again, but Torres squeezed his balls hard
enough to bring tears to the biker's eyes and pulled Reno's cock out of
Malik's fist.

"Maybe later, if you're good. Not now. You don't deserve it," Torres said.

"Malik," he said looking over at the Black stud, "I want you to stay with
Vince this afternoon. Get him cleaned up and oiled down. Then this evening
after dinner, bring him down to my office.  Whatever happens, I don't want
him to cum before then."

Torres put one finger on Reno's frenulum, and Reno moaned at the simple
teasing caress.

"I want him desperate when I get him tonight, so desperate that he'll do
anything to cum. Got it?" Torres asked.

Malik smiled as though he understood something Reno had missed.

"I follow you, boss," he said, "Vince here'll be just what you want for
tonight."

Torres stood up, pulled back on his clothes and left Malik to pull Reno up
out of the bed.

"First, fuck-boy, we're going to get you cleaned off, then we're going to
lay you in the sun for a few hours before I oil you down. Mr. Torres wants
you for something special tonight."

All Reno could imagine was another group scene like the one when he'd
served dinner just a few days ago. Mmm. Four cocks taking his every hole
and hosing him down with man-sap. His cock started to rise again until
Malik noticed and chuckled. Malik might have been under orders not to let
Reno shoot his load, but the big Black stud did everything else to keep his
charge hard and horny. In the shower, large skilled hands kneaded every
muscle and teased every nerve ending Reno had. In fact, Malik seemed to
take an almost sadistic delight in touching Reno where it would send a
flood of sensations straight through to Reno's cock. By the pool, Malik had
him lay out completely nude, and the passing breezes nearly drove him
further into a frenzy.

Luis brought a light dinner out to the pool late in the afternoon. Malik
pulled Reno to his feet and sat him down facing his virile chaperon. Reno
had never thought of a patio lunch as a means of seducing anyone, but the
way Malik ate his food and the way he fed him from his own fingers kept
Reno's dick rock hard the whole time. Finally, as the sun was setting,
Malik led him back into the house and gave him a massage. A phone on the
side table rang and Malik picked it up, keeping an eye on Reno to see that
he did not touch himself.

"Yes sir, Mr. Torres," he said into the mouthpiece, "Certainly, sir, he'll
be oiled up and ready for you in ten minutes."

He hung up the phone and turned to face Reno.

"Out of bed, boy, and stand right here."

Reno came over and stood in front of Malik who took a bottle of oil off the
dresser and dribbled part of it out onto Reno's chest. His big hands worked
the oil warm and stroked it into the slave's skin. In the lamplight, Reno's
body began to take on a warm glow. Malik oiled his back and arms, his legs
and took a cruel pleasure in oiling the biker's muscular ass before
reaching between his legs to finish the job with this balls and cock. Reno
choked back a gasp, but Malik's hands were gone before he could really
register their presence.

Malik completed his preparations by fastening a leather collar around
Reno's neck. He hitched a finger through the collar and said, "Let's get
you to the master, then. He's waiting."

He led the naked Reno downstairs and towards the room in the back of the
house where Torres had first had his way with his jack-of-all-trades. Two
men were waiting there for him. The first, Torres, was smiling, and the
second, a handsome Latino man with a trim beard and angry eyes, glared at
him. Reno felt an impulse to cover his erection, but a warning glance from
Malik kept his hands at his side before they'd even traveled an inch.

"What?" the second man demanded, "Who the hell is this? What are you trying
to pull?"

Torres walked over and slipped his fingers under Vince's collar, drawing
him across the room and then forcing him to his knees on the coffee table.

"This is Vince," Torres said, "And I think that he may be just the man to
help us tonight."

"Help us? Just let me at that little prick for five minutes. I don't need
any help with that," the man countered.

"You could do that, certainly, Esai," Torres agreed, "And you'd be
perfectly within your rights. But how much use would Jeremy be to you after
that? You've got a hot temper, my friend, and a heavy hand. Besides, a
beating your way would only strengthen the slave's resistance. Trust me,
I've been handling fuck-boys for longer than you have."

"So, what? You want to have this one do it?" Morales asked, staring at
Reno.

"Not it--him," Torres smiled, "And a lot more. The problem is that you
wanted a virgin, and you just don't get a good sex slave without breaking
him in. Trust me, when Vince here is through with our little problem down
in the basement, the boy will beg to do whatever you want him to. He'll be
even better than that virgin you thought you wanted."

Morales stood up and walked over to the kneeling Reno.

"Yeah," Moales said, "I did see this guy this afternoon. He was out by the
pool with a raging hard-on. Hell, he's still got it."

Morales walked around Reno, looking his body over. Then he reached out to
feel his arms, his pecs, his throat, his hair, his thighs, and finally his
abs. He was about to take Reno's hard cock in his hand when Torres
interrupted him.

"Don't do that, please, Esai," he said, "I had Malik spend the afternoon
keeping Vince right on the edge. That was the hard-on you saw. Right now,
he's so hot that he might explode if you touch him."

"Okay, so how do we do this?" Morales asked.

"Come downstairs, and I'll show you," Torres said.

Torres latched his fingers under Reno's collar and pulled him off the
table. They all four made their way downstairs to the dark room where Reno
had gotten royally ass-fucked for the first time in his life not so many
days ago. Reno's hard dick pulsed in sympathetic memory of what the room
represented.

They entered, and Reno found the room in almost total darkness. The only
exception was a spot in the middle of the room that was bathed in light. A
young, slender White boy was bound to a St. Andrew's cross. A padded bench
sat some ten feet in front of the boy,

Reno recognized the young man as Jeremy, a kid he'd seen once or twice
being sunned in the afternoon. He was totally naked, as was Reno, but his
eyes were blindfolded and his mouth filled with a gag. If the nudity was
not enough of a clue, the leather collar with steel rings attached to the
sides made his place in the house abundantly clear. The boy's wrists had
been manacled head high on the frame, and his ankles likewise secured so
far apart that his dick dangled down like the piece of hose it was. The kid
was hung. Reno was a little jealous. It didn't seem fair for a boy like
that to have that much meat hanging. Then again he was also obviously on
the bottom end of the current situation, and Reno didn't envy him that.

The young man turned his head to listen as the four men made their way into
the room.

"Well, Jeremy," Torres said, "Have you had time to reconsider your little
show of pique? Mr. Morales was quite upset with you, justifiably so, but
he's willing to forgive you if you've remembered your place. You are my
slave. That means you do what I tell you and who and when. So, when I tell
you that tomorrow, one way or another, you are going with Mr. Morales as
his new fuck-boy, you will not contradict me and you will do exactly what
he and I tell you to. Do you understand?"

The gag garbled Jeremy's words, but the intent was clear and defiant.

"I was afraid that you might still be of that mind," Torres said, "Malik
would you please get ready."

Torres crossed the room and spoke quietly to the restrained young man.

"You are a slave, and your body is to be used."

Meanwhile Malik pulled Reno aside and put a finger to his lips.

"Not a word," he whispered.

Reno listened to Torres repeating to Jeremy that he was just a slave and
that whoever he was told to suck or fuck, he would. The young man shook his
head, but Torres just repeated himself again and again.

"Mr. Torres wants you to fuck this boy, fuck him long and hard, like the
piece of trash he is," Malik said in a low voice, "You got that?"

Reno was stunned.

"Me? Fuck him?" he asked.

"Yeah," Malik said, "And not just up the ass. Show him just how low he
is. Drill home the fact that he is a sex slave and that he must submit. Got
it?"

Reno said, "Yeah, I got it, but how do I keep from cumming? I'm so hot I'll
shoot the minute I slide my dick into him."

Malik grabbed hold of Reno's cock and slathered it with some sort of cream.

"This will deaden your nerves just enough to let you fuck him long enough
to make our point," Malik said, "You ready to earn your keep?"

Reno grinned at him.

"Yes, sir!"

Malik slipped a leather harness over Reno's head and fastened it around his
body. Carefully, he threaded Reno's long shaft and balls through the
harness' cockring, then he pulled a leather jock with a snap-on codpiece up
the biker's thick thighs. He held gloves for Reno to slide his hands in,
slipped boots on his feet, and topped the whole outfit with a mask and
leather cap.

"Very nice," he said, "Now do exactly what Mr. Torres tells you. You may be
going to top, but you're a fuck-boy, just like Jeremy. Never forget that."

They re-entered the lit area, and Torres smiled at what he saw.

"Very nice, Malik," he said, "I like the look. You're to be congratulated."

The boy stiffened. Reno guessed that he imagined Malik standing there in
front of him ready to do, well, whatever to him. Instead the Black man
smiled and disappeared into the shadows, probably to jerk off.

Torres walked across to a new pool of light where two easy chairs were
sitting. He motioned for Morales to take one while he sat down in the
other.

"I think you know what to do," Torres said, "If I have any suggestions,
I'll pipe in, and, Jeremy, if you are minded at any point to remember your
place, Mr. Morales is right here for you to apologize to."

Reno walked up to Jeremy, slowly, letting each footfall register in the
boy's imagination. He grabbed the boy's chin with one hand and whipped out
the gag which fell down around his collared throat.  Jeremy ran his jaw
back and forth, and tears of pain ran down from underneath his blindfold.

"Remember this," Reno hissed at him, "And don't give me a reason to stick
that gag back in."

Jeremy started in surprise at hearing Reno's voice, and he turned his
unseeing face towards him.

Reno let his hand travel from the boy's jaw down his throat to his
chest. He traced one pert nipple with a single finger, and then the other
before running it further down over the taunt stomach. Sinking to his knees
while his fingers explored the boy's body, he eventually made his way down
to his waistline. He was almost to Jeremy's cock when he drew aside and ran
both his hands down the inside of the boy's thighs instead. Eventually he
reached the ankles where, deliberately, he unfastened the ankles, drew them
together, and then refastened them to one another with a only few inches of
play between the cuffs. Rising to his feet once again, he unfastened one
wrist and reattached the restraining cuff to a ring on the boy's
collar. The other wrist followed suit. The boy nearly fell into Reno's
arms, but the biker stud pushed him back roughly against the frame and
grabbed the kid's big cock. The boy had been in Torres' hands long enough
that he automatically began to respond to that treatment. When he was fully
hard, Reno released the shaft and began to unfasten Jeremy's blindfold.

He pulled it from around Jeremy's head and stepped back so the boy could
see him. Jeremy's eyes were half lidded against the bright light, but
eventually his vision cleared and he focused on the leather-clad stranger
in front of him. Reno grabbed him and drug him from the cross to the
bench. Sitting down, he pulled the boy over his knees, leaving his bare ass
high and vulnerable. Reno raised his hand and brought it down hard on the
white ass cheeks. Jeremy gave a cry, and tried to wriggle free, but Reno
grabbed the boy's wrists and attached them to his collar to make holding
him in place easier.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded, punctuating the
question with another slap across the firm ass cheeks which was promptly
answered with another cry, "Who the fuck-- what the fuck do you think you
are? You stay put until I'm done spanking your ass."

Reno rained blows across the boy's but cheeks until they were a livid,
angry pink and Jeremy's cries had dissolved into a constant sob. The boy
was really desperate now.

"Please, please, stop spanking me!"

Reno glared at him.

"Stop?" he said, aiming another blow, "Why should I stop? Can you tell me
one good reason why I should stop?"

"Oh god, it hurts."

"Yeah, so it hurts. What else should I do with this ass of yours? I'd have
some use for a fuck-boy right now, but you, you're just some piss-ant
disobedient punk who needs his ass beat good."

Another few blows fell, and Jeremy was singing a different tune from his
earlier defiant tone.

"Please, no, use my ass. Please, sir. Do anything, but stop spanking me,"
the boy begged.

"Use it?" Reno asked, "Like this?" and he began to force two fingers into
Jeremy's asshole.

Jeremy cried out, and Malik (his hard cock sticking out the fly of his
pants) was suddenly at the biker's side with a tube of lube. He squirted a
bit onto Reno's gloved fingers and stepped back as Reno went back to his
finger rape of the boy's ass.

"Use you like this?" he demanded gruffly, "Use you like a common fuck-boy
whore?"

He added a third finger to the assault on Jeremy's ass and listened as the
boy screamed some more.

"Are you a fuck-boy, boy?" Reno asked, "Say it!"

"Goddam you, no!" Jeremy cried, but Reno could feel the precum oozing from
the boy's cock and the slight fucking movements he was making in response
to Reno's finger-fucking.

"Not a fuck-boy?" he said, roughly pulling his fingers from Jeremy's ass,
"I think you're lying to me."

Reno grabbed Jeremy by the hair and pulled him back up. He grabbed Jeremy's
cock and rubbed the boy's precum up and down his fuckmeat.

"See, I got your dick dripping wet by finger-fucking your punk
ass. Straight boys don't get off on being finger-raped by a man, only
fuck-boys like you. You probably want my dick next, don't you?" he
demanded.

He forced Jeremy down between his thighs, and then he forced open Jeremy's
mouth and rammed the ass-slick fingers in. The boy tried to pull back, but
Reno had him by the hair and pulled him down onto the fingers.

"Suck those fingers, fuck-boy. Lick them clean of your ass juices like the
sex slave you are. Show me how you're going to service my big dick."

Jeremy's tongue began hesitantly to circle the fingers and run their
length, and he soon had them clean. In the meantime, Reno released his hold
on the boy's head and began to unsnap the codpiece of his leather jock so
Jeremy could see. The black cup came away, and Reno's dick sprang up. He
pulled his fingers from Jeremy's mouth and held the cup up to his face
instead.

"Smell this," the biker said, "And watch as I get this piece of meat ready
to fuck you."

The boy breathed in the scent of Reno's junk, watching hungrily as Reno
stroked his own meat into full hardness and greased it with more lube.

"You see this big cock, fuck-boy? You know what I'm going to do with these
nine inches?" he taunted.

Jeremy opened his mouth and lunged at Reno's dick to kiss and suck it, but
the biker caught him by the hair and pulled him back roughly.

"Forget that, fuck-boy," he said, "You get what I give you when I give it
to you the way I give it to you. Now, on your feet."

Reno pulled Jeremy back up and turned him around. He locked one hand
Jeremy's hair, pulling him down into a crouching position. The other
reached around the boy and grabbed hold of his cock, pulling him back
towards Reno's glistening dick.

Reno positioned himself, and rammed up into the boy's asshole, while at the
same time he pulled him back over those hard nine inches of rigid
fuck-meat. Jeremy wailed as cock invaded him for the first time, but Reno
ignored his cries of pain. The biker came up into a crouch, pulled out a
little, and slammed back into the tight hole, forcing Jeremy to take a step
forward. He did this again, and forced another step, and then another.

"What are you?" Reno demanded, punctuating each word with another thrust
and step.

He held still waiting for the reply, but all Jeremy did was whimper.

"Answer me," he growled, slamming the boy with his cock again and again.

Jeremy screamed as Reno fuck-walked him around the room.

"Oh god, I'm a fuck-boy," the kid finally cried out.

"Yeah, tell me again. What are you?" Reno taunted, punctuating his words
with merciless pounding.

"Yes, sir, yes. I'm a fuck-boy, sir," Jeremy said.

"Then why aren't you begging me to fuck your ass harder?" Reno growled.

He fucked Jeremy around the room for several more minutes while the boy
begged to be used like the worthless punk whore he was.

Eventually, having bent the boy over the leather bench, Reno stopped,
buried to the hilt in Jeremy's ass, and demanded "Whose fuck-boy are you?"

"Yours, sir," Jeremy cried.

"Wrong answer," Reno snarled and threw several more deep strokes into his
ass, "Who is your master?"

Jeremy glanced frantically towards where Torres and Morales sat in their
easy chairs, stroking their crotches. Torres pointed at Morales

"I'm Mr. Morales' boy," Jeremy said, defeat coloring his words.

"Right," said Reno, "Now let's go, and you can show me that he's your
master."

Reno fucked Jeremy across the room while Torres disappeared into the
darkness. When they came to Morales, the Latino stud reached up and took
the boy's head in his hands, pulling him down into his crotch. He held
Jeremy's head in place with one hand, grinding up against his face, while
he unfastened the boy's wrists from the collar with the other hand. Then he
pulled Jeremy's face up.

"Get my pants off, and suck on your master's cock, fuck-boy," the lustful
top ordered.

Jeremy dove into Morales' pants and inhaled the thick cock while he forced
pants and boxers down over his legs to the floor. Morales lay back and
spread his thighs apart.

"Yeah, chico, work that cock," he said, "Chupa me. Make love to that meat
like the cock-sucker you are."

Jeremy sucked at the Latin man-meat as though it were the last he would
ever taste, and Morales unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it back over his
shoulders. Jeremy reached up to play with Morales' nipples and swallowed
Morales' entire cock into his throat at the same time.

Reno had been fucking the boy's asshole all along, slowly and gently, but
now the gasping Morales gave him a sign, and the biker pulled out of the
boy's ass, slowly. Jeremy moaned as the flare of Reno's cockhead pulled
past his sphincter, and Morales yanked the boy's head up off of his dick.

"What is that noise? You'd rather have that slave's dick in your ass than
my cock in your throat?" he demanded.

"No, sir," Jeremy said, "I mean, yes, sir. I mean, I want cock in my ass,
but I want your hard cock inside me, not his. Give me your cock, sir,
please. Fuck your boy."

Morales gestured at Reno, who knelt and began to unfasten the cuffs on
Jeremy's ankles.

"There now," Morales said, "If you want my cock, boy, you climb up here and
plant yourself on it."

Jeremy climbed up onto the chair where he squatted down over the thick pole
of prime, Latino meat. Morales grabbed the boy' hips and pulled him down
hard onto his cock. Jeremy threw back his head and thrashed back and forth
as Morales' dick took Reno's place in his ass, claiming his heart and
mind. And soul.

The trim beard reflected the smile on Morales' face.

"Ah si, chico," he gasped, "Ride my hot meat. Make papi proud."

Reno disappeared back into the shadows as the two studs threw themselves
into a frenzied fuck on the easy chair. Once he was hidden by the dark, an
invisible hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.

"We can't have you putting this away for the night with the engine still
running," Torres voice said in his ear, and the wet warmth of a mouth took
the place of the hand on his dick.

"I think you've earned the right to shoot now," Torres said, "But first..."

Torres put his hand over Reno's mouth and then slid a slick finger into his
asshole to loosen him up. Eventually his master's thick olive cock took the
probing finger's place inside him, and the three men began to rock back and
forth in their coupling.

The fucking in the light and the fucking in the dark gained momentum. Reno
reached behind him to cup Torres' ass and pull the olive dick further
inside him. With the other hand, he grabbed the head of the man sucking his
cock and ground that mouth and throat down over his shaft. The
smooth-shaven skin told Reno for sure that those were Malik's lips on his
cock, a first, and he reveled in the Black stud's sucking technique.

After very little time, Reno grunted out his orgasm into Malik's unseen
mouth at about the same time that Morales and Jeremy screamed out
theirs. Morales' dick spent its load into the boy's butt, which was all
Jeremy need to trigger his own orgasm, dousing Morales' chest with boy
sperm.

Malik stood up and tongued the creamy biker load back over his thick lips
into Reno's mouth while Torres wrapped his arms around his muscular torso
and snarled as his cock erupted up Reno's ass. The two men took Reno by the
straps of his harness and pulled the beefy stud further back into the
darkness to where a bed was made up. At the same time, Morales pushed
Jeremy off his cock and onto his back on the floor where he began to pile
dive the fuck out of him, face to face and just as hard as he had before.

As Reno eagerly wrapped his lips around the cock that prodded his mouth,
feeling muscular thighs lock his head in place, he heard Jeremy cry out.

"Please, Mr. Morales, sir, fuck me. Yeah, fuck my ass hard with your big
dick. Oh God, never stop fucking me, sir!"

"Damn right, never stop," Reno thought as pulled up his legs to get fucked
himself.


Author's note:
This story was written back in the 90s, and I cast certain men in given
roles. You may want to imagine someone else, and that's okay. The same
caveats as to the sexuality of my cast of actors apply here.


Esai Morales (Esai): from his Outer Limits episode,
Jeremy Jackson (Jeremy): from his later appearances on Baywatch.