Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2006 00:33:19 -0500 From: Derek Warner Subject: Derek and Brett Chapter 2 Anniversary Brett is 21, 6'1", 165 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, light hair on his legs, and shaved-smooth chest. Brett is the top in this hot duo, very skilled in the use of his 7" uncut, very thick cock. He has average-sized balls - completely hairless. The thing Derek loves about Brett's cock is the unusual amount of foreskin that overhangs Brett's cock head. Even when rock hard, there is still a good inch of extra foreskin. Derek is 22, 5' 11", 155 lbs., brown hair, and brown eyes. His chest is naturally smooth and his legs are slightly hairy. Derek's cock is 6 1/2" cut with a large mushroom head. His balls are rather large and can stretch pretty low, with light hair covering them. But Derek's best asset is his ass. His cheeks are round and smooth, with slight dimples. His ass hole is perfectly framed in his ass crack, with a small ring of dark hair around his pucker. Anniversary Derek had been having a terrible time. He had been working long hours and had little sleep. He had been leaving before Brett woke up. Sometimes, Brett would fall asleep on the couch while he was waiting for Derek to come home. To make matters worse, with the long hours, Derek and Brett had not had sex in over two weeks. Derek needed to cum regularly -- either by sex with Brett or by jerking off. He was not used to going long periods of time without cumming. And with all the stress at work, the long hours, and little sleep, he had become irritable, short-tempered, and quick to snap at Brett. Brett was frustrated; he didn't know what to do to help Derek. He was desperate, so against his better judgment, he went to visit Madame Osma. Madame Osma was one of those psychic readers who made their money by reading people's futures. Derek had known Madame Osma all his life -- she was his mother's best friend - and he believed she could read his future. Brett didn't believe it, but he did have to admit there were some past instances where Madame Osma was right with her predictions about Derek. He went with the intention of speaking to her to get advice on how to help his lover. As Brett approach the doorway to Madame Osma's, he heard Madame Osma call to him, "Come in, Brett." He chuckled in disbelief, shook his head, and went in. She hugged him and whispered to him, "I know why you came. I can help you. Please, sit." As he lowered himself into the chair, Madame Osma continued. "I know you don't believe I can read futures, but you love my Derek and you want to help him. This is good. I will help you." She paused. Long enough that Brett thought he was supposed to respond. But before he could, she said, "The anniversary is the key." "Huh? What anniversary?" Brett asked. He was very confused. "Your anniversary. With Derek. Two years ago, you started love making, no? Is this Friday two years?" Madame Osma worded her sentences like questions, but said them like they were fact. Brett was stunned. How did she know? The two-year anniversary of the first day they made love was coming up on Friday. "How did you...?" Brett started to ask, but she ignored the question and cut him off. "The anniversary is the key. And you are the gift." Madame Osma continued. "He does not remember; you will remind him. I will help." Brett was speechless. How did she know any of this? Had Derek told her? But how could she possibly help? All these thoughts and questions were spinning around in Brett's head when Madame Osma got annoyed. "Ach!" She grunted at him and snapped him out of his thoughts. "You don't believe. Ach! Wait..." She got up and left the room. Brett was confused. Where was she going? Just as he was going to call for her, she returned. She was holding a box -- about the size of a shoe box. "You take this." Madame Osma handed him the box. "Do not open until you get home. You read the instructions carefully. Do it Friday. The anniversary is the key." Brett wished she would stop saying that. "But..." As Brett started to ask a question, she cut him off again. This time she put her index finger under his chin and her thumb over his lips almost sticking it up his nose. "Ach! My Derek loves you. You love Derek. He needs you. You need him. Believe, don't believe -- just do it for Derek. You love him?" Again, she said the question like it was a fact. "Yes, I do love him", Brett was resolved. He had to try. So what if it didn't work? -- whatever it was... At least he could try. "Good." She hugged him and smiled. "After you do this, the two of you come to me and I will have my anniversary gift for the two of you." She got very excited about it. "You two will love my gift." She paused and looked in his eyes, "Ach! You still don't believe." She rolled her eyes as she said it. "When you come back with Derek, you'll believe." She nodded her head once as if to confirm that it was true. "Thank you, I'll try it." Brett said as he got up to leave. "Yes, yes you will." Madame Osma said as he closed the door behind him. Brett was tempted to open the box on the way home, but didn't. He was not sure what was in it and he wanted to be out of public view just in case. He got home and opened the box. Inside he found several items and an instruction book. He looked at each of the items, trying to figure out what they were. He then picked up the instructions and read them from front to back, picking up each item as the instructions referred to them. When he was done, he smiled. He wasn't sure if Madame Osma could read the future, but he did believe that he and Derek would enjoy using what was in the box. Friday morning, Brett woke up. He was on the couch again and Derek was gone. Brett was not sure at first that Derek had even come home until he saw that the coffee was made and some was taken. He started thinking about Derek. He loved watching Derek make the coffee in the morning. It was a strange connection that they shared. Usually, Derek would have just gotten up and thrown on only a T-shirt. It would come down to just about cover his ass cheeks. With Derek's back to him, Brett would watch him as he set the coffee maker up. He would always wait until Derek had turned on the coffee maker and then Brett would make his move. He would move in behind him and they would make slow, passionate love in the kitchen as the coffee brewed in front of them. In the two years they had been making love, they had probably fucked that way fifty times in the kitchen. Brett realized he was getting a hard-on thinking about it. He shook the thoughts out of his head and prepared for tonight. Derek's project was supposed to be completed that day. Brett figured he would be home on time. He was 15 minutes later than usual, but it didn't screw up Brett's plans. Derek came in the door and he was as crabby as ever. Brett did not try to engage him in conversation, so no arguments could be started. "I'll put dinner on the table." Brett said in a very neutral tone. Derek said nothing and sat at his place. Brett thought he looked awful. He watched as he ate a few forkfuls. Brett was relieved -- it was working. The instructions had told him to put a spice in a bottle from the box into whatever food he was serving. It was a tasteless, hypnotic drug. It would make Derek's muscles loosen up -- to relax him - but he would not fall asleep. But more importantly, he would feel compelled to do whatever Brett told him to do. "Do you feel OK?" Brett said. He was looking for signs that the spice was working. "No, I feel like crap." Derek snapped and continued eating. Clearly, the spice was not working yet. Brett waited a while longer. Derek had eaten most of his meal. "Do you feel OK, honey?" Brett asked again. "I don't know." Derek looked confused. His eyes looked like they might close. "You need to lay down on the bed." Brett suggested. "Yeah, I need to lay down on the bed." Derek echoed Brett. It was working. "I'll help you." Brett said as he got up and helped him move to the bedroom. They made their way to the room and Derek lay on the bed. "We need to get your clothes off." Brett commanded. "Yeah, will you help me?" Derek asked Brett. The muscles in his body had been so tensed up for so long, that the affects of the spice on his muscles were making him very weak. "Of course, I'll help you." Brett responded. Derek smiled and let his body go limp. Brett worked all of Derek's clothes off of him until he was naked on the bed. He had already turned the heat up in the apartment a couple degrees so Derek's exposed body would not be cold. Brett picked up the instruction book and got to work. He checked the book and then positioned Derek's body on the bed. He kept him on his back and put a pillow under his head. Brett had already laid towels on the bed beforehand. He extended Derek's arms so they were completely stretched out, almost touching each bedpost. He then spread his legs wide. They were also almost touching the bedpost, too. "You OK honey?" Brett checked to see if Derek was still awake. "Yeah, I'm OK. I feel really good right now." Derek's eyes remained closed. His speech was no different than if he was having a normal conversation with Brett. Brett stepped back and looked at his lover. His arms and legs were spread wide -- his body was open to him. Brett could see the small tufts of hair under Derek's arms. His ballsac was stretched low, covering most of his ass crack. His balls had made their way into his crack, one sitting on top of the other. His soft cock was draped over his ballsac, slightly to one side. Brett removed an item from the box. It was black and made of some kind of leathery material. It looked like a wrist sweat band with extra straps on it. He slid it onto Derek's right hand. There was a hard, flat object sewn into the material. Brett moved the band around until this part of the object was in Derek's palm. He then took the straps and wrapped it around his hand and secured it with a small piece of velcro that was attached to it. He did the same with the other hand. Brett leaned in to Derek and whispered in his ear, "This will make you feel better." "Yeah, it will make me feel better." Derek echoed back to him. He then removed another object from the box. It was the same material, only a different shape. This looked like it was a sock with the toes cut off. Brett slipped it onto Derek's right foot and positioned the hard flat piece at the sole of Derek's foot. He secured it with the velcro straps. He then did the same to his other foot. The instruction book said that the spice would continue to keep his muscles weak for at least an hour but the hypnotic aspect would only work for a few minutes. Derek was beginning to come out of his hypnotic haze. Why was he on the bed? What was Brett doing to him? How come he couldn't move. "Brett? Brett, what are you doing?" Derek had a slight tone of anxiety in his voice. "You love me, right?" Brett asked. It was their special phrase. Derek and Brett thought that saying `I love you' sounded trite. One of them said `You love me, right?' once, and it became their thing to say to each other when they wanted to express their love. "I do. What are these things on me and how come I can't move?" Derek asked. Brett moved to the side of the bed on Derek's right. He kneeled down on the floor and leaned over to Derek placing his right hand on Derek's left cheek. He tilted his head toward him and his lips came right up to Derek's right ear. "It's the anniversary of the first time we made love", Brett whispered. "Madame Osma helped me pick out this gift for you. Lay back and relax. It will make all your frustrations wash away and remind you why you love me." As he finished, he brushed his hand softly on Derek's cheek. "Oh, Brett", Derek moaned. "I forgot our anniversary." He paused and took in a deep breath. "And I've treated you so badly." A wave of frustration fell over him. He felt awful for the way he had been treating Brett. A tear started to drop from his right eye down his cheek. Brett leaned in and kissed the tear, tasting its saltiness. "Stop worrying. You love me, right?" Brett said with a smile. Derek looked into Brett's eyes. "I love you so much." Derek was almost pleading. "I know. Now just relax; I'll take care of everything." Brett said as he moved away to get the next object from the box. Derek still could not move, his muscles were so weak. He trusted Brett and knew he would not hurt him. He started thinking about what Brett said. Brett and Madame Osma working together? But Brett thought she was a fraud? Did he really love him that much that he would team up with Madame Osma? What are those things on my hands and feet? What was Brett doing? "Brett, please, what is all this?" Derek asked. "I'll show you." Brett said as he turned and held something up for Derek to see. It was completely silver. And it was all slick from some substance that Brett had put on it. From the way Brett was holding it, it looked like it was heavy. As Brett moved it closer for Derek to see he could finally make out what it was. "A butt plug?" Derek asked. "You and Madame Osma picked out a butt plug as a gift for me?" He sounded shocked, but he was also on the verge of laughing; it seemed so ridiculous. "Yes..." Brett smiled. "And more." Brett moved to the foot of the bed. He crawled in between Derek's legs and moved in close. He lifted Derek's limp cock and lay it flat on his stomach, stretching it out to point up at Derek's face. It rolled slowly a little bit to the side. With his left hand, he cupped his fingers under Derek's ballsac and pulled it up to uncover his ass crack. He positioned the silver butt plug outside of Derek's ass crack. He lined up the tip with Derek's hole, centering it in the ring of hair around Derek's asshole. Brett twisted the plug around, spreading the lubricant that he had put on the plug onto Derek's hole. "Oh, oh, oh...god, that feels good." Derek moaned. His breathing started to get faster and heavier. Brett pushed the plug gently against Derek's hole and it almost jumped out of his hand. It slid easily into Derek's hole and nestled itself into position. "Ungh!" Derek grunted and then he exhaled. His breathing was deep, but at a normal rhythm. Brett forgot that Derek's muscles were weakened. He should have realized the butt plug would go in easily. He got up and retrieved the last object from the box. He went back to his position next to Derek. Kneeling on the floor to Derek's right again, he leaned in to whisper in Derek's ear. "This is the remote that controls everything. It has 4 settings -- OFF, START, SLOW, & FAST. It's OFF now. I'm going to put it on START." "Oh, Brett." Derek was getting anxious again. "Please..." Brett responded, "You love me, right?" Before Derek could answer, Brett turned the switch to START. Derek tilted his head back and opened his mouth, "ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuckkk!". Derek was finding out what Brett already knew. The butt plug was opening up and expanding. Not only that, it was designed to locate the prostate gland. During sex, Brett's cock would massage Derek's prostate gland as he thrust his cock in and out of Derek's ass. This was different, though. This was more intense. The butt plug had found Derek's prostate gland and was applying constant pressure to it. "Hang on, honey," Brett encouraged him. "This part should only take a few minutes." Derek could not think straight. This part?!?! How many parts were there? The intense pressure on Derek's prostate was too much for him. But he could not move. He couldn't verbalize anything either. Each intake of Derek's breath was very raspy. And on each exhale, Derek groaned, "ohhh", in a deep guttural voice. Brett watched Derek's cock and balls as the butt plug kept the pressure on Derek's prostate gland. His cock started hardening. It started out limply lying to the side -- Derek's shrunken cockhead about two inches to the left of Derek's navel. It then slowly rolled from its position -- the cock head now covering Derek's navel as it got thicker. Brett thought he could see Derek's cock get a little bit bigger with each pulse of Derek's blood racing through his cock. Brett moved to look at the effect on Derek's balls. His nut sack was contracting. The sac was pulling up and getting smaller. He could definitely see Derek's heart rate in his nut sac -- with each beat of Derek's heart, the ball sac would contract a little bit more. Finally, his cock was hard enough to lift off of Derek's stomach. Brett could definitely see the pulsing now, as Derek's cock bobbed into the air with each heart pulse, getting higher as his hardness grew. Derek's rhythmic breathing and moaning was broken and he let out a higher-pitched half-scream, "AAAHHH". Brett got concerned. What was happening? Is something going wrong? Is Derek OK? He looked at the remote and put his finger over the OFF switch. He looked at Derek again, before he pressed it. Then he saw what was happening. Derek's nut sack had become so contracted, that his balls had moved completely up into his body. Brett took his finger off the button and moved in for a closer look. Derek's balls are larger than average -- it must have hurt momentarily when they pulled into his body. Brett took his hand and slowly, gently ran it over the tight nut sac. Its skin was all hard and his balls had almost disappeared. When his fingers made contact with the nut sac, he saw goose bumps run down Derek's legs. Derek had resumed his breathing/moaning again. Brett went back up to Derek's head again and whispered, "Just a little while longer honey. Once I see some pre-cum we can move on to the next level." The instructions had said to keep the setting on START until there was pre-cum spotted on the cockhead, then move the switch to the SLOW setting. Derek heard what Brett said, but he could not respond. He tried to tell him to stop, that it was too much for him, but it came out as a gurgling noise during one of his moans. Derek's cock was rock hard -- harder than Brett had ever seen it. The skin on his cock head was pulled very tight. His cock slit was normally just a slit, but now it was pulled slightly open forming a small oval. Brett was mesmerized watching Derek's cock. He was watching it bob with each heart pulse. He realized his own cock was hard; he adjusted himself, putting his cock straight up and down in his pants so it wouldn't hurt as he got harder. When he looked back up at Derek's cock, he saw a droplet of pre-cum sitting on the slit of his cockhead. It slowly moved down the cock head with the bobbing of each pulse and beaded up at the ridge of the mushroom rim of Derek's cockhead. Brett leaned in to Derek and whispered, "You love me, right?". He moved the switch to SLOW. The pressure on Derek's prostate gland was released. Derek was so relieved. Derek's next breath out was not a moan, but a large exhale. His breathing was still raspy, but very deep. He could talk again. "Brett, please, this is too much for me. Make it stop." "It's OK, honey. You'll like this next part." Brett was caressing his cheek again. "No, Brett, please." It was the last intelligible thing Derek would say that night. The instructions had told Brett that the inserts sewn into the hand and foot objects were silvery metal like the butt plug. They would produce small shocks that would travel very slowly through the weakened muscles in the body to converge on the butt plug, or more specifically, Derek's prostate gland. The first shockwave started. Derek open his mouth, took a deep breath and did not exhale. He could feel the muscles in his hands and feet tense up. Then his wrists and ankles tensed up while the tension in the muscles in his hands and feet were released. This tensing and un-tensing of muscles made its way in waves up Derek's legs and down his arms. The waves from his arms converged at his shoulders and moved down his chest. As it passed his nipples, they instantly hardened. The waves from his legs and his chest all converged at once on his prostate gland. The total time it took the waves to travel his body was about 30 seconds; it was moving very slowly. When the waves converged on the prostate gland, it was like a wave in the ocean lapping at the shore. Derek could feel the waves approaching his prostate gland and then it very gently touched his prostate gland and dissipated. During the course of the first wave, Derek did not breathe. As soon as the wave dissolved over his prostate gland, he released a slow exhale. There was a trace of a moan -- almost like it was too deep in tone to hear. Brett was in awe of what he saw during the first wave. He could see Derek's muscles actually contracting and releasing as the waves made their way toward their goal. Brett watched Derek's cock. As the wave made its way through his body, Derek's cock was hard and pointing up at an angle; his cockhead was about 4 inches above his navel. When the waves reached Derek's prostage gland, his cock bounced up slightly, held itself there, released a small droplet of pre-cum, and then resume its previous hard position. The pre-cum dripped down the path of the previous pre-cum and it pooled at Derek's mushroom rim. It was too much pre-cum to remain on the rim and gravity took over. Brett watched as it slowly dripped down, forming a sticky line from his cockhead to his navel. "Fuck," Brett gasped. He didn't realize this was going to be so sensual. Derek was able to inhale and exhale 3 times before the next wave started. Just like before, it slowly washed over his body, massaging his muscles as it made its way to the prostate gland. Derek was lost in his own intensely pleasurable world. As the waves made their way through his body, he could feel the negative energy he was carrying being released. He imagined it was being pooled in his ballsac, to be released when he came. The feeling of the waves coursing through his body was not the part Derek liked. He liked it when the wave reached his prostate gland. It made him feel warm and loved. He knew Brett loved him. He decided this was the best gift he had ever received. After about 5-6 waves, Brett could not believe how much pre-cum Derek had produced. It was pooled up in his navel. The sticky rope leading from his cockhead to his navel was still there. Each time pre-cum was produced, it would travel down the line and settle in Derek's navel. Brett dipped two fingers into the pre-cum and brought it to his lips. "Mmmm," he said as he sucked the sweet taste from his fingers. He went back for a second scoop. This time he brought the fingers up to Derek's lips. He waited for the next wave to start. Derek breathed in and held it. His mouth was open a bit. Brett took his fingers and gently rubbed the pre-cum onto Derek's lips around and around, getting as much off his fingers and into his mouth as he could. When the wave reached Derek's prostate gland and dissolved, Derek exhaled and closed his mouth around Brett's fingers. Brett slid them out slowly and he watched as Derek swallowed. "Fuck," Brett gasped again. Brett watched a few more waves course through Derek's body. He then moved back down to Derek's cock. He broke the stringy line with his finger and slowly took Derek's cockhead into his mouth and cleaned up as much pre-cum as he could. The instructions said to wait until all of the pre-cum was produced before switching to the FAST setting. Brett felt he had cleaned enough, so with a slippery, "pop!" he pulled his mouth back. Derek's cock bobbed right back to its hard position -- waiting for the next wave. Brett watched the next wave sail through Derek and reach his prostate gland. Derek's cockhead flare out slightly, his cock bounced up and held itself there. There was a pause and then his cock went back to its hard position. No pre-cum came out. Derek was ready for the last setting. Brett was excited. He couldn't wait for Derek to release his 2 weeks of built up cum. He moved back to his position near Derek. He waited for the next wave. The next wave came as all the others did and Brett watched Derek's cock flare, tense, and then go back into position. Brett was ready. "I love you, Derek." He said in the most serious voice he could muster. He switched the remote setting to FAST, put down the remote and took Derek's right hand into his. Brett was startled when he felt the shock in his hand. He was further shocked by the speed of the wave. He watched it move through Derek's body and reach his prostate gland in about 3 seconds. There was about a 3 second gap and the next wave started. Derek was scared. He felt the speed and intensity of the first fast wave come on too quickly. As the wave made its way through his body, it almost lifted him off the bed as it coursed through him. When it reached his prostate, there was no slow, gentle dissolve anymore. The waves slammed into his prostate with the same intensity as when there was constant pressure at the beginning. His cock jumped at the conclusion of the wave and then bobbed up and down from the force, waiting for the next wave. Brett was stunned by the speed and intensity, too. He watched with his mouth open as about 15 waves went through Derek and slammed into his prostate gland. He was mesmerized by Derek's cock. It was tensing and bobbing and moving with each wave. The pre-cum that had been contained in Derek's navel was jostled by the intensity of the waves and was forming streamlets down both sides of Derek's stomach onto the towels. Brett wasn't sure if Derek was breathing. Maybe this was too much for him, Brett thought. He panicked. I need to turn it off! Before he could figure out where he threw the remote, Derek's back arched up as a wave started. As it made it way through his body his head came forward and he let out a deep loud grunt, "UUNNGGHH!!!!". Brett watched as cum spurted out of Derek's cock. It formed one continuous stream from his cock head, up in the air, toward Derek's face. It reached right below his left eye, crossing over the corner of his mouth (a bit went in as well), down his chest, barely missing his nipple and subsided underneath his cockhead in his navel. It made a slurpy thud as it hit his body. It was one unbroken stream from his eye to navel. Brett could not believe it. He had never seen so much cum in one spurt. He turned to watch for the next spurt, but it didn't come right away. Brett had been making love with Derek for two years. He knew that Derek came like most people do -- spurt, after spurt, after spurt -- with no pausing in between. Before Brett could figure out what was happening, Derek arched his back again as the next wave started. He watched it make it way through his body and Derek's head came forward again, and he grunted again, "UUNNGGHH!!". The second spurt came out. This one went higher, but it only reached to Derek's bottom lip (again, a bit went in his mouth), trailed down his chest to his navel again. This stream was also unbroken as it lay on his body. The first stream was starting to spread and some of it mingled with the first stream. Brett watched each spurt from Derek's cock. They all made unbroken ropes of cum on his chest. After about 7 spurts, they started getting smaller. His chest was soaked in cum. Derek's cum spurts started to look like normal spurts by about the 15th spurt. Brett watched as wave 21 came and his cock tensed and bobbed up, but no cum came out. He must be done, Brett thought, I have to shut this thing off. Before he could find the remote, he heard a click and then a slurping noise. Brett let out a soft moan, "aaahhh". Brett saw the butt plug fall out of Derek's hole. His cock started bobbing down and it softened enough to dip into the pre-cum and cum mixture on his stomach. Derek's breathing was deep, but seemed to be returning to normal. "You OK, honey?", Brett asked. Derek tried to answer `I love you', but it came out as, "aahh mmph tlnp". Brett smiled. He removed the hand and foot objects and put everything back into the box. He got some wet cloths and cleaned Derek up. Derek randomly moaned and said things to Brett that he could not understand. When he finally made his way down to his crotch, everything was back to normal. His balls had come back out, his sac was hanging as low as ever. His cock looked a bit red, but otherwise, no different than normal. During Derek's `adventure', Brett had gotten a hard-on, dripped some pre-cum in his pants, but did not cum. There were moments when he was tempted, but this was Derek's gift -- he didn't want to ruin that. When everything was cleaned up, Brett took off his clothes. He crawled up next to Derek and rolled him on his side. Before going to sleep or after lovemaking, Brett would always lie behind Derek, nestle his soft cock in between Derek's ass cheeks and hug him from behind. Even the times when one would go to bed before the other, they always woke up in the morning in that position. Derek finally relaxed when Brett slid up next to him and felt his cock nestle into his ass crack. His loving arms enveloped him. Derek felt Brett kiss him on the back of the neck. Derek felt warm and safe and loved, as they both drifted off to sleep.