Date: Sat, 06 Jan 2007 17:05:53 +0000
From: jason argo <jacklloyd22@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hank  m/mdom

It was a dream come true, thought Lenny unlocking the door. He'd planned for
it, saved for it, and now it was a reality. He and Sue were sharing a
vacation together in a motel apartment just a few blocks up from Long Beach.

He'd been tracking Sue ever since she came to work at the same place he did,
but he hadn't found her an easy catch. Even by LA standards, Sue was a
spectacular looking woman. She was tall, with shoulder-length hair. Her eyes
were a lovely blue, like bits of violet sky and she had perfect features and
very white teeth. She was also the kind of free-spirit that everyone
admired. She often turned up to work in a jogging suit or short tennis
skirt. She played golf and tennis and enjoyed swimming. He'd been trying to
date her for the past year without any success. That is, without success
until he'd hit on the idea of bribing her with an all-expenses paid long
weekend at a classy beach resort.
`A classy resort for a classy lady', he'd told her, ignoring the fact that
the smarmy flattery department had earned him zilch by way of her affection
in the past.

The apartment was small and hardly luxurious. The bedroom looked vintage
sixties, and the bathroom little better, and it was on the third floor and
not served by an elevator. But that didn't matter, did it? They were there
for the sunshine and whatever could be made of the nights. At least he was.

They dumped their luggage as they entered, Lenny made light of the dingy
interior -- loved the character of it, he said, the quaintness, the charm.
And wow! Sue didn't ever blink when she saw there was only one bedroom and
one bed. He made some fatuitous remark about testing the bedsprings, but Sue
didn't show any interest. She said she was hungry and wanted to go and eat.

They walked down a couple of blocks to Max's Grill, a place that was pure
1920's kitch, all palm fronds and Art Deco, and which all the travel
brochures Lenny had researched promised had a lively atmosphere. When they
arrived Sue said she didn't want to go inside because it was too crowded and
noisy, so they took a table on the sidewalk.
Max's place specialised in Mexican cuisine, but Sue said she was feeling
vegetarian that day and ordered up a meatless salad and a yogurt. Lenny,
trying to ingratiate himself with her, agreed that was a good choice and
ordered the same.

They had barely begun eating when a tall, broad figure holding a plate
loaded with hamburger and fries loomed over their table.
"Hi!" the stranger said with a killer smile. "There's a lack of eating space
around here. Would you guys mind if I joined you?"

He was a man in his early twenties. His nylon shorts were black; his top was
a pricey taupe polo shirt, white. Both were stunning contrasts to his deep
suntanned skin and both revealed an impressive amount of well-toned muscle.
The top hugged his broad shoulders and tapered to lean hips. In sharp
contrast to Lenny who looked pallid and rained-on the newcomer was casual
chic, very masculine -- sex personified.
Lenny bristled at the intrusion, but Sue took one look and invited him to
sit down.

"I'm Hank." he said briskly when Sue introduced Lenny and herself. He spoke
in a pillowy bass, with a gentle West Coast accent. "You're both looking
pretty pink." he observed dryly as he settled beside her.

"We've just come down from Crump Lake," said Sue amiably, "we don't start
with the serious sunshine until tomorrow."
Hank popped a French fry into his mouth and chewed. "Mark Twain reckoned LA
was a great place to live, but no one should want to visit it."
His smile mellowed into something intimate and way too friendly as he
propped an elbow lazily on the table and leaned directly into Sue's field of
vision.
"You smell great, by the way. Have I mentioned that?"
The stranger's look was all too familiar and loaded with sexual intent.
Lenny had previously observed that Sue kept men at a distance by throwing
them off balance in such circumstances. He expected her to jerk back, but
she didn't. Her expression went all soft and mushy.
"I don't think so, but a girl is always ready to hear that kind of thing."

Hank grinned, flexing his arms to display his deeply tanned and nicely
muscled biceps. It transpired he was a trainer in a gym, and he was the
possessor of one of those LA bodies that were perfectly proportioned and
rock hard. He was used to getting reactions from women, and avoidance wasn't
one of them. He didn't think himself conceited, but he wasn't blind either.
He wasn't oblivious to his own good looks -- not his fault that he came from
a great gene pool.
Lenny shot Sue an accusing stare, wanting her to shut her mouth and stop
drooling.

Music blared from the cafe. Hank gazed at Sue, to the curve of her jaw,
slowly working its way lower, to her bare shoulders and along the low cut
line of her bodice. "This is one of my favourite songs." he said with just
enough pout in his voice to make it sexy. "And here I am with no one to
dance with."

Hyperaware of his gaze Sue pushed away her plate. "Lenny won't mind if I
take pity on you, will you Lenny?"
Lenny shot her an accusing stare. "Er -- no, I guess that's okay."

Sue stood up at once and with no more ado Hank put his hand in the small of
her back and guided her in among the dancers.

Lenny watched them dance three dances, the last one a slow number which they
did heads together, laughing, talking, absorbed with each other and
oblivious to anyone else around them. Totally oblivious of himself.
When they returned Sue was glowing and Hank appeared buoyant.
"So, how's it going?" this to Lenny who knew he had lost the fight to
impress.

"So, so." Lenny mumbled. He sensed he was in danger of being sidelined and
set about trying to re-establish himself. "Would you like coffee, Sue."

Her violet-blue eyes froze. "No coffee. Coffee as nine hundred different
things in it that aren't good for you."

Hank chuckled. "We need to get you in training, missy. Coffee is a religion
in LA."
He glanced sideways. "Say, Lenny. Go grab hold of a couple of six-packs from
the store across the street. Sue's invited me back to your apartment for a
nightcap.
"Don't be too long, the last one in as to give me a kiss." he added,
eyebrows waggling.

It was the sort of demeaning humour that put the cork in the bottle for
Lenny that evening. Disenchanted with events he sullenly queued for half an
hour at a store to buy beer, and then made his way back to the apartment
still with a sense of nagging dissatisfaction. He just didn't figure it was
right that he should be the one paying for the beer and carrying it home,
while that big guy was already up in the apartment with his girl.
Yes, he'd paid for Sue to be with him there, so she was his girl, and she
was just as bad as the stranger. The way she'd simply walked off made him
feel like she'd dismissed him from her thoughts. The woman was enough to
make a man chew nails and spit rust, but he'd walk naked through a blizzard
before turning her out.
And he couldn't blame her for being attracted to Hank. That guy gave out
assurance like an old-time sea-captain, his strong face tipped to the wind,
his capable hands on the wheel. Tanned and lean and muscled in all the right
places. His shoulders so broad, his hair so black, his lashes so long and
spiky. No wonder she'd gone overboard for him.

By the time he'd carried his burden back to the apartment he fancied the
weight was near to pulling his arms out from their sockets.
Hank was lounging on top of the bed with just a towel wrapped around his
loins.
"Where's Sue?"

"In the bath," Hank said, "She's a spicy little number, ain't she? She likes
to experiment. Likes to move around. Girls enjoy a soak in the tub after
they've been shagged."

Lenny moped visually. It had taken him a whole year getting Sue sweet about
this trip to Los Angeles, and during that time he'd never even had a glimpse
of her underwear. Then along comes a guy like Hank, who screws her inside of
an hour of first meeting her.
"You -- you made love to Sue?"

"Sure." He gave him a bland smile and winked. That's why you brought her
here, ain't it. For bedtime pleasure?" The man rose up, carelessly allowing
the towel around his hips to drop away to reveal a mammoth-sized penis
swinging over a pair of massive testicles. He hoisted a can out from Lenny's
burden, tore away the ring-pull and threw back his head to down half the
contents in one go.
Lenny watched his epiglottis bouncing up and down and endured the uncouth
burp as he surfaced.
"Ah, I needed that. I need replenishing. A chick like Sue knows how to pull
the fluid out of a guy."

Lenny was discomforted. He felt diminutive and weak in Hanks hulking
presence, but he screwed up his nerve and confronted him. "Look, I've saved
up a whole year to treat Sue to this vacation. It wouldn't be right for you
to develop a relationship with her now we're here."

Hanks contoured suntanned cheeks dimpled with saint and sinner charm. He
drained the first beer as if it were a speed trial and reached for another.
"Relationship! Well... the fact is...I don't ever do relationships. I do one
night stands or flings. Since you're both here for a few days this will
probably be a fling."

Lenny's features seemed to melt as if he were a chastened puppy and his lips
twisted. "Hank, please, I..."

"You seem to think Sue belongs to you, like she's a possession. What have
you done to deserve her? You aren't married."
Lenny swallowed but was too startled to speak, much less move.
"Don't get upset. You only brought her here so you could get laid, and since
I can confirm she's a hot mover there's bound to be plenty left for you.
"How old are you?"

"T-twenty."

"How long is it since you last dicked a chick?"

Lenny's head moved with an infinitesimal wobble. "That's personal."

The stranger crossed his arms and watched Lenny's face. "Come on, Lenny,
we're guys together. No harm in sharing those kind of secrets."

"Well...it was quite a while ago."

"What I think you meant to say was, never. Right? You were hoping to make
Sue your maiden voyage."

One corner of Lenny's mouth tipped up. "Am I that transparent?"

"Clear as a plastic wrap." Hank replied with an irritating cheerful smile.
"Let me take a look at you. I work a gym and I can judge potential in a
guy."

He stepped back slightly and shoved out his bottom lip as he deliberated.
Lenny had the kind of narrow frame that a stiff breeze could blow over and
he wasn't in the same beach-boy league as himself, and just to emphasis how
out of touch he was he wore baggy beach-shorts and one of those loud
Hawaiian floral-pattern shirts middle-aged men thought the right thing to
put on in the sunshine.
He shook his head in mock despair. "You're wearing sandals and socks, Lenny,
an' that's not cool. Guys these days wear trainers or deck-shoes when
they're being active. They leave open-toed sandals to Jesus-Creeps and old
men."

Lenny let his hands fall to his side. "I like to wear sandals." He was
feeling helpless. His heart pumped frantically. Nervously, he watched as
Hank moved, circling around him.

"Do yourself a favour and shake off the footwear. Ditch the shirt too and
show me what sort of a man you are. Show me some muscle."
The man tugged at his clothes, but it wasn't as if his touch repulsed Lenny.
Just the opposite. The slight but proprietary and wholly male gesture of
dominance far from repelled him. It made him feel hot, edgy and exposed.

"I -- I don't have much muscle to show." he admitted.

"Uh-huh! You're right." agreed Hank as the shirt was removed. "You need to
eat beef an' start pumping iron, kid. No biceps to speak of; no pecs to
write home about. I mean -- you're a ninety-eight pound weakling, more like a
girl than a guy. I `spect you still call your mother, Mommy."

"My mother likes me to call her, Mommy." protested Lenny.

A hand impertinently touched the gently quivering hillocks of Lenny's
backside, making him bite his lip and blush as the stranger offered a
mischievous grin.
"Drop your pants an' let's see how your dickory-dock shapes up against
mine."

Lenny rebelled at the prospect of such intimacy, but the visitor took the
law into his own hands, tucked his thumbs into Lenny's waistband and pulled
his pants down.
Lenny jerked back suspecting the strangers look and touch were loaded with
some form of indecent intent. Then it was obvious what he was doing. He was
belittling him and making him feel the lesser man. Hank himself was gross in
the male department. Lenny had always thought of his own penis as average
size, but it was only half the dimensions of Hanks monster dangle.
"Oh, go to hell." he muttered softly under his breath.

"What was that?" Hank asked, his dark gaze falling on him like a hammer.

Lenny quaked at his own impertinence. He felt sure he came up short in
Hank's assessment because Hank himself was big. As he met the gaze of the
tall muscular man he realised his bigness was more than just height and
cock; everything about him looked overwhelmingly strong -- starting with his
jaw. He'd studied his legs, then his lean hips and the wedge of his torso.
His shoulders were broad and his hands were large too. He had a nice smile,
but like a Roman gladiator he looked like a no nonsense guy who wouldn't put
up with any foolishness from a physically inadequate man like himself.
"I -- I --." He clamped his mouth shut. He may have his share of shortcomings
but he didn't want stuttering because a big man was giving him a hard glance
to be one of them. "What I mean is...would you do me a favour and -- leave?"

Hank stared at him as if he'd spoken in Swahili. Lenny thought he saw a wry
twist at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes held his own, staring him
down and making him shrivel inside.
The other man raised his eyebrows and looked him over, like a lighthouse
keeper judging the weather. "LEAVE? Are you throwing me out, Lenny?"

Lenny dipped his face and looked at the floor. "No, of course not. I
couldn't throw you out, could I? I know that. But you're interrupting my
weekend and proving a distraction to Sue, so couldn't you just - go?"

Hank stood back and took a pull on his beer. "You're not being very
hospitable. I feel insulted. I've being gentle and patient -- I've been a
regular Boy Scout so far. But now you're giving me cheek. You're not showing
me respect." Quietly, he took a seat on the edge of the bed. "C'm here. Get
down and put yourself over my lap."

Lenny's eyes opened wide in alarm and he swallowed hard. "Over your knee?
Are you going to spank me?"

"Sure I am."

"But -- but Sue is only in the other room..."

"So let's get going and have it done with before she comes in here."

Lenny's hands flew to cover his suddenly vulnerable feeling bare bottom. How
could he compete with such a demanding giant? "Oh dear! You mustn't - I mean
-- guys don't spank other guys."

"Wrong kid. Some fella's need to be reminded of their place in life. You
look fragile, so I'll settle for a few little slaps. You're a naughty boy
giving me cheek, and I reckon it's a fitting punishment. What do you think?"

"Umm...well...I guess that depends."

Hank's face creased in a stiff clownish grin. "Depends on what?"

Lenny squirmed. He felt torn, desperately not wishing to seem a fool with
Sue so close at hand, yet utterly unable to defy Hank's demand.
He moved forward sulkily and blushed hard as his chin fell onto his chest.
"Y-you won't smack me hard, will you? I'm sorry I was cheeky, Hank. I won't
do it again."

The stranger took an iron-hard grip on his arm and dragged him forward. "You
understand. You got it in one. No need to explain things to you. You know
you did wrong, and you know exactly what kind of treatment a naughty boy
deserves."

Lenny swivelled skittishly, but despite being hot with shame he lowered
himself over the broad thighs and reached down to support himself with his
hands on the carpet. Legs straight, bottom clenched, his testicles and penis
squeezing against Hanks hot skin.
A hand touched lightly, petting Lenny's obediently up-thrust cheeks and
making his hips jiggle.
"Pretty ass, Lenny, but it'll benefit from some colour." observed Hank,
reaching over to grasp his offside arm and twist it up his back -- a
sure-fire way of making sure he stayed in place if the going got tough.
A big hand went up, and Hank brought it down with a resounding CRACK!

"Ooo!" It took Lenny by surprise and his left leg kicked up while his belly
squeezed down on Hank's bare thighs. He couldn't help crying out. His
backside felt like it was giving off sparks.
"Push it up. Give that wiggly ass to me." Hank insisted.

SMICK, SMACK! Two more blows swung down in rapid succession.
"YEEE-EEEK!" Lenny whinnied as his bottom-cheeks bobbed up and down beneath
the sizzling impact of the massive hand, and he yowled and bawled and
finally burst into tears. Being spanked like a little girl was humiliating,
sure. But it hurt too. His bottom was on fire.

It was a mercy when the big man eased him from his knees. Lenny stood in the
middle of the room snuffling and sobbing. "My bum's very sore. Please don't
smack me anymore."

Hank's eyes covertly raked Lenny's body with a gaze as hot and smoky as his
voice. "It's a promise. No more smacks as long as long as you behave. In
fact I kind of like you and reckon you deserve a hug."

Lenny cast a speculative glance at him. The fire in the man's eyes rocked
him from head to toe and reached every secret place in between.
"A hug?"

"Sure, a hug. You want me to like you, don't you?"

"Yes, Hank."

"Well, come and get it. It'll be fun."

When Hank beckoned, Lenny moved towards him with doe-eyes and a fragile shy
smile. A kick of need bounced up and down inside him dissipating the result
of the sharp, stingy blows he had recently received, and slowly, lifting an
ambivalent gaze to his he moved closer, snuggling against Hank's broad
chest, tucking his head under his chin and blatantly enjoyed the
Californian's firm, bare body.
When Hank squeezed him close he rose on his toes and arched his body against
him, wiggling disgracefully until Hank took advantage by sliding his hands
down to his hips and guiding him into the cradle of his thighs.
"Are you going to be kind to me now?" cooed Lenny hopefully.

"Sure, you bet I am." Hank replied pulling him close. He held him until he
ceased snuffling, then kissed his brow and murmured down at him. "It's done.
No more spanks, not as long as you're a good boy."

The words, uttered in a deep voice, rubbed over Lenny's senses like lush
velvet. Heat flooded every follicle from breast to hairline. His nipples
tingled and he didn't try to move away.
With a low growl the man wrapped both arms around him, big hands spanned
wide over his buttocks, pressing him tight and close, and while one hand
pressed him forward the other skated slowly up and down his body, skimming
past his waist and then funnelling down to continue palming his bare bottom.
Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, Lenny's moist mouth formed an `oh' of
reverence. Hank was touching him with gentle hands as if he were a precious
work of art.
But what was he thinking of allowing this stranger to fondle him so
intimately?

Fingers spread wide; Hank's other hand clasped his jaw and tipped his head
back, forcing him to meet his gaze. His dark eyes smouldered as he nudged up
his chin with a thumb, his lashes dropped to brush his cheek as he lowered
his head to cover his mouth with a kiss that was all moist heat.
"Aah, ooh, uuumm, oh, Hank!" for Lenny the kiss was all the more exciting
because it wasn't supposed to happen. It introduced an element of the
forbidden. There was no finesse in the way he was being kissed, but he
didn't care. He slipped his arms around the big man's bull-neck and kissed
him back, engrossed in the moment and ignoring the style.

"Boy!" Hank exclaimed softly as he brought things to an end, "You're some
fun date. You liked doing that, huh?"

"Oh, Hank, I... I ..."
Lenny felt suddenly shy, in over his head with a forceful man who had, with
one hungry kiss, melted every bone in his body. What had happened had been
spontaneous; he hadn't manoeuvred him into anything that time. It had just
happened, and he didn't object. He'd wanted him to do it. Past caring, past
wanting. Safe in the arms of a big, manly man. Dark eyes, sleek muscles,
barely veiled desire. Hank was all that when he looked at him. He'd kissed
him the way he'd wanted to be kissed ever since they met, open-mouthed,
seeking tongue, unleashed need. He'd been jealous of Sue and had tried to
keep cool. But inside he'd been hot with curiosity about the stranger
himself.

"Just what the hell is going on here?" Sue's voice hacked from behind.
Lenny hopped back in the manner of a guilty child, shaking, one hand trying
to cover his naked groin, the other attempting to hide the newly acquired
rosy hue on his bare buttocks.
Hank showed no such alarm. "Hi, Sue." he said by way of greeting, his easy
killer-smile suddenly locked and loaded.

The girl was quite naked herself and stood blatant in the doorway, wrists
corded, fists clenched, face tight. She was furious. "You two make a
charming sight." she said in a voice that reflected surprise and revulsion.

"There's no need for sarcasm, hon'."

"I was using irony, sweetheart. Sarcasm's crueller."

"Hey, don't knock the guy you said had given you some of the best dick
you've had this summer. I may sometimes stray and try a little something
different on the side, but the main course on the menu is you."

Sue made a face, as if contemplating a relative's coffin. "That's a terrible
analogy, you rat."

"You were supposed to laugh at it, and then you were supposed to throw your
arms around my neck and tell me what a virile hunk I am."

Sue frowned as if tasting something bitter. "No thanks." she pouted. She
fixed her violet-blue eyes sternly on him and crossed her arms over her
perfect breasts as she leaned against the doorjamb. "You can't blame me for
feeling offended. It's disturbing to find you tangled up with another guy."
When her accusing eyes bored into him, Lenny felt a surge of shame.

"Just showing how versatile I can be." Hank told her. He gave Lenny's
shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "And don't be hard on my little friend,
Lenny. He's got the hots for you real bad."

Sue twisted her mouth. "I don't see why I should give that sad specimen any
consideration."

"You came on vacation with the fella'"

"Only because he was offering a freebie in the sunshine. I sure wasn't
looking forward to bedtimes." She glanced down at Lenny's nether regions
with a look of disparaging contempt as she compared what she saw there with
the monster attached to Hank. "He's not half the size you are. I don't
intend letting the maggot he's got anywhere near me while you're around."

"Well, yeah. He's a smooth little cherub without his clothes on, a real
cutie. How about you making him look pretty for me?

"Pretty? Do you mean girl-pretty?"

"Sure. Seems like the perfect time to try something different, don't you
think?" His voice was deep, brimming with suggestiveness. "Lenny's okay.
He's the nearest to being a girl a guy can get without having his dick cut
off and I was hoping we could enjoy a little more fun with him. He's petit
enough to carry it off."

Sue looked doubtful but succeeded in throwing off her pique. "Well, okay.
But Lenny will need to co-operate."

"He'll co-operate. He knows I'll pull off his balls if he makes a fuss." He
raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Lenny. "You don't object at
dressin' up for me, do you?"

Mortified yet powerless Lenny meekly shook his head. The message was so
pointed -- so lewd -- his face went quite pale as he sank into a posture of
supplication. He felt even more awkward and inadequate than when they'd
started, but he had to please Hank. Pleasing the man he'd known for no more
than a couple of hours had suddenly become very important.

Sue grabbed Lenny none too gently by the arm and marched him across the room
before pushing him down, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed. They sat
down with an unconvincing air of cosiness while on the floor before them lay
the bags they had brought, still unopened. When Sue unzipped one and flipped
it open she exposed nylon stockings and shoes encrusted with diamante,
jumpers adored with those random scraps of leather, gilded chain and
irrelevant tassels that denote purchase in a boutique for people who have no
sense with money. Not for her the fondant colours of beige and fawn, her
evening attire was a wince-inducing concatenation of startling bright
colours.

Lenny's face coloured with shame. He sat with his knees pressed together and
his hands in his lap. It was the only way he knew to reduce his nakedness.
With the ambiguity of a woman who was guaranteed some good cock later Sue
had already forgiven Hank for his sexual deviation, but with Lenny she was
less generous. "Hank wants me to dress you up like a girl and you're
allowing me to do it. Don't you feel humiliated, you disgraceful, disgusting
wimp?"

Lenny hung his head and studied his hands. For a moment he seemed to have
difficulty replying to even a simple question, then with a resigned sigh, he
said. "Yes, I feel awful. But Hank can be real mean. I don't want him to
shout at me, and I don't want to make him angry, so I have to do what he
says."

"Don't doll him up in anything too showy." growled Hank from the direction
of the beer cans. "I want him in black nylons and suspenders. Black's
wicked, an' it's my favourite colour."
Sue grinned as she set about making Lenny's short sandy hair look stylish.
"No wonder Hank goes for you. You make such a sweet girl. Such a darling
little girl. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Lenny looked sheepish. She wore a gold narrow-band wristwatch and the
ticking in his ears matched the thumping in his temples. He could never
remember a woman's hands being so soft and yet so forceful.
"It's okay. I'm not a girl, but I have to look like one. It will please
Hank."

"Is pleasing Hank so important?"

Lenny remained still, full of indecision, a head full of cotton wool. "Um, I
guess so. He is the boss here, isn't he? He could scrunch me up like a
paper-bag if he had a mind to."

Knowing that girly makeup took some time to apply Hank went off to take a
shower. On the bed a spectrum of glittery cosmetics vied for Lenny's
attention. First came the face. A light powdering all over, and then black
liquid eyeliner on the upper lashes of his eyes and black pencil beneath
which she smudged slightly with a delicate finger. Next came the eye shadow,
pearly lavender brushed to a lighter hue in the centre than at the
extremities. The final touch was clip-on cluster earrings and a rope of
river pearls around his neck.

Sue asked him to make a decision about nail lacquer. He said he thought
maroon polish on his toenails would look exotic, but when Hank came back he
objected and demanded red.
"We can't keep calling you Lenny when you're dressed like that." he said
while towelling his hair. "We'll have to call you Linda. She was the first
girl who ever let me put my tongue in her mouth."

Sue reached into her bag and picked out a pair of black midi briefs.
"No," said Hank, "No pants."

With a smirk Sue dropped the item back and pulled nylons from her bag, a
pair of black lace-topped stockings which he timidly rolled up his nearly
hairless legs. While he was doing that she rummaged around and found a
matching black lacy suspender belt, which she wrapped around his waist
before attaching the straps to the stocking tops.

"Do a little promenade." demanded Hank suddenly. "Let's see what we've got.
Let me see how you strut."

Lenny felt blood rush in his ears. His full pouty lips were liberally coated
in scarlet lipstick, which matched his long, painted fingernails, while his
vacuous pale blue eyes were surrounded by matching eye-shadow.
He had stockings on, and black suspenders, and they made him feel almost
more exposed than if he'd been totally naked. He was now a sweet-smelling,
slinky slim-hipped seductress called Linda, who looked willowy rather than
thin and spirited rather than self-conscious. He wore silky black seamless
hose on his legs and strappy shoes with four-inch pencil heels. His face was
heavily made up, feminine lips made luscious with lipstick as red as a
fire-engine, huge eyes artfully emphasised by black eyeliner and lavender
eye shadow and thick heavy lashes.

He slid from the bed and stood for a moment to get some balance with the
shoes, then he ventured to walk back and forth, shoulders undulating slowly,
wrists hanging limp. On reaching the wall he turned in an instinctive
pirouette and blinked like a tall thin monkey who had caught its own shadow
by surprise.
He heard Sue giggle in callous amusement at his predicament, but he ignored
her; the important thing was to please Hank.
He moved again. The high heels caused his hips to sway as he walked and the
garter-belt rolled with his hips, and he was conscious of the stocking tops
tugging on the suspenders, helping to accentuate every nubile curve of his
bare backside and to frame the incongruous male genitalia at the front.
The sight of him flouncing around proved a natural aphrodisiac to Hank who
became intensely focused, like a cat considering a bowl of cream. He gave
out a low wolf-whistle. "You scrub up nicely, you little minx."

Sue sniggered. "Get a load of that freaky slut. I wouldn't be surprised if
the sissy pervert has done this kind of thing before."

Lenny gave Sue -- who was looking far too amused -- a dark look. She was
enjoying this, damn her. "No, no. Honestly I haven't." he said lamely.

Hank observed him again much as he had done earlier, circling him like a
bishop around a nun, but he refused to think of his large hands, so much
stronger than his own, and the man's long, muscular body and broad
shoulders.

A second later, despite Sue being in the room, Hank took his head in both
hands and tilted his face up for a kiss. There was nothing about it that
hinted at jocularity for the sake of Sue. He opened his mouth wide and
demanded Lenny do the same, then he ravished his mouth with a marauding
tongue that plundered and withdrew and then plundered again.
Back and forth, up and down he explored the effeminately dressed man's
subservient mouth, ploughing his tongue in with such vigour that Lenny was
soon feeling passion right down to his toes and was opening his mouth in
invitation. Hank smelled clean and totally male. His hair was damp from the
shower and thick to his touch, his neck was warm, his shoulders strong. When
he slid his palms over the swell of his chest, his legs quaked.
"Go climb on the bed." Hank told him in a whisper. "I'm going to fuck your
sexy feminine ass."
Just for a moment Lenny hesitated, but when Hank barked louder, "Do it!" he
hastily scuttled across the room and climbed up on the bed, his own penis
prominent but blatantly ignored.

Inhaling and swelling his chest Hank moved forward, placed his hands on his
hips while he studied him, then swivelled him around so he could get a clear
view of his unprotected rump.
"Get a grip of the headboard, dip your belly and swing that sweet looking
ass out in my direction." he said whilst stroking the smooth contours
thoughtfully.
"Hold him open for me." he urged Sue, and Sue moistened her lips
thoughtfully and leaned across to spread Lenny's tender nates and gaze at
his dainty pink rosebud. How, she wondered, would it cope with the lustful,
muscular male appendage wanting to make use of it?

A tingling sensation caused Lenny's stomach to flip at the thought of the
big man touching him, to experience the heat of that all caramel-gold skin
and hard, corded muscle, and that turgescent length of flesh with its broad
well defined helmet.
A slush of clear lubricant flooded the delicate eye of his anus just moments
before Hank wormed his bloated tip forward. Lenny felt his stomach muscles
tighten, and he squawked and clutched at the headboard as his rectal pucker
flattened out and his tense anus was compelled to expand.
"Oh, oooh Hank, it's -- it's -- oooh, Hank!"

The rim of his rosette slowly indented inwards, becoming oddly concave as
the great intruder moved relentlessly onward and upward. As his backside was
prised open Lenny's belly undulated in spasms while his lips drew back in
voluptuous agony.
"Oww, gah -- gah -- gah!" he spluttered, quivering as he flexed in response to
the vehement force heaving into him. "I can't. It's too big, Hank."

"Push with your belly muscles."

"Aah -- aah!"

"That's it. There you go. I knew you could manage it. It just needed a
little bit of commitment."

Hank began to move in him, and Lenny, provoked by the movement, tilted his
hips and pushed back to draw him deeper, letting him go all the way. The
delicious penetration was so intense it seared his heart. A juggernaut
ploughing; doing what it wanted to do, fast then slow, just a few inches,
then going deep.
"Oh, yes," he groaned, the noise wrenched from deep in his chest as Hank
increased the tempo, building the excitement, filling him with the grinding
pulse of his big body and his big cock.

Sue watched closely as Hank's thick forceful cock flashed back and forth and
Lenny's delectable milk white bottom bounced merrily away to the
accompaniment of his little `Oooh's' and `Aah's'. It was a very muted
reaction when considering the liberties being taken, but they couldn't have
looked hotter. Two of them joined. Big thighs slapping against small bare
bottom, strong prick sliding in and out. She became fascinated at witnessing
such fine rampant action. Hank had such a beautiful dick, and those balls of
his -- his massive balls swung back and forth as he moved. Lenny was being
extremely well fucked.

The big guy eased back, extracting most of his length, but when almost
completely out he shoved back in again, his suntanned features grimacing as
he began a rapid in and out movement that made Lenny's stomach tighten. Hank
was ecstatic. Lost in pleasure he cared nothing for the discomfort he was
inflicting. Every nerve ending that mattered was experiencing a wonderful
friction and his cock was in a tight happy home.

Eventually the muscle of his cock gave a spasming ripple, and he grunted.
"Oooh, uughh!" a look of profound astonishment crossed his face, eyes flying
wide while his jaw sagged.
Lenny squealed softly as he sensed the throb of ejaculation inside him, then
slowly the strain on his face began to wilt, only to be replaced by a look
of guilt. It was bad enough letting a guy fuck him without Sue being there
to watch.

Ridiculously, quite unfazed by what had just happened, Hank then extracted
himself, climbed from the bed and turned to Sue, speaking as if he were
sitting on the terrace of a hotel with a chilled beer in front of him.
"We'll go down to Huntington tomorrow, babe. Ever surfed with a board?"

Sue responded eagerly, pleased to be the centre of attention again. "No, but
I'd like to learn."

"It can take weeks just to learn to sit on a board, but you can have fun
with a boogie. I'll teach you belly-boarding when we do the beach."

"What about him?" she asked, indicating Lenny. "What do we do with that
little tramp tomorrow?"

"Linda can sit on the sand and watch the towels." he said. Smiling at Lenny
he added, "You'll enjoy it. We'll find you a skimpy two-piece bikini to
wear, and you'll have a ribbon in your hair. Every beefy jock for miles
around will come along to flash his pouch at you."

Lenny clambered from the bed, ruefully rubbing the bare bottom that had so
recently been roundly spanked and then so soundly fucked.
Thinking Hank's eyes were lingering too long on his latest lover Sue poked
him in the chest. "Hey, mister, remember me? I'm supposed to be your date
tonight." She sent a scathing gaze towards Lenny. "Now you've emptied your
balls in him will you get rid of the damned fairy queen?"

The big man shrugged his shoulders in resignation and opened the door of a
free-standing wardrobe that stood against a wall. No one had unpacked yet,
so it was still empty.
"The lady of the house as has spoken, Linda. Step in here."

Lenny wobbled in his high heels, his jaw clenched and his cheeks turned
pale.
"Inside the cupboard?"

"Yes. Stand inside. Sue wants me to take her out on the town this evening,
and you being here is a distraction to people getting ready." When Lenny
seemed to hesitate he added, "Do as your told little Miss, else I'll have to
smack your legs."

Gingerly Lenny mounted himself inside a narrow, tall section that enclosed
him like an upright coffin, and he felt even more like a coffin when Hank
shut the door in his face.
It took him a while to get used to the darkness and it was uncomfortable
because there was no room to move around, but at least he wasn't locked in.
There was even a little catch on the inside of the door with which he could
let himself out. But of course it was best not to upset Hank by doing that.

Solitude gave him time to dwell on the massive pounding his slender
alabaster bum had just taken. It had been uncomfortable at first, painful
even. But eventually he had started to appreciate the strength of the solid
meat ramming in and out of him.
During the short time he had been in LA he had been transformed from a man
into a subservient girlish slut who would consent to just about anything to
please Hank. Hank was ten Greek gods all rolled into one neat
testosterone-wrapped package, and he sure knew how to fuck. It had been
wonderful. It had been wonderful to be held down and so forcefully fucked by
such a hunky guy. It was easy to be a girl when he was in his arms.

Unused to being encased in high heeled shoes his feet began to ache, and
having stood in the cupboard unable to move for fifteen minutes he steeled
himself to open the door an inch and call out in a timid sing-song voice.
"Can I come out now, please, Hank?"

A gruff, guttural voice snapped back at him from an unseen point somewhere
in the room. "No. I'm shagging Sue, you little perv'. Shut the door. Stay
where you are until I let you out."
Lenny stood abruptly back, closed the door and immersed himself in darkness
once more.

Some time later, he didn't know how long, Hank opened the cupboard and
gallantly helped him step back into the room, and he did it not without
seeing the dribble of white cum on the inside of the door.
"Did you play with yourself while you was in there?"

Lenny blinked at the sudden light and blushed as he nodded in answer to the
question.
"It was boring just standing there, so I started thinking about you, Hank."

The muscled hunk grinned. "Uh, uh! That's okay then. Did you enjoy what we
did together? Did you like feeling my cock in your ass?"

Lenny's face coloured. "Yes, Hank." he said. He felt ashamed to qualify it
more than that. His fluttering eyes took on a look that comes with a mixture
of hero-worship and physical adoration. His knees turned to jelly but he
didn't feel tense anymore. He didn't resent his touch. It felt so wonderful
to be squeezed up tight against his big hard body and feel protected.
Hank looped an arm around his shoulder in a kind of guys-together comradie
as he dipped his mouth against an ear. "You know, you lay on fine
entertainment for a randy dick. Frankly I enjoyed screwing you more then
screwing Sue."

There was a coy flutter of eyelashes and slight preening. Lenny's mouth took
on a tiny, soft smile and he demurely dipped his eyes has he simpered back.
"I tried my best to please you."

"Sure, I know that. You should chuck that crumby job you have in Crump Lake
and move down to LA. You could move in with me. I'm a slovenly kinda guy and
I need someone to wash my clothes and clean up the mess I make all the time.
O' course I'd smack your little rump whenever you got things wrong, but
you'd get plenty of fucks. When some of my buddies come around you'll likely
get more than you bargained for." After a moment of consideration he added.
"I'd expect you to grow tits o'course, but that's only reasonable for
someone who has the chance to have my babies."

Lenny giggled. "Hank, you say such awful things."
He was dressed like a girl and he didn't mind acting the girl for Hank. He
couldn't help feeling like a girl when that big macho man was so near.

With almost nonchalant ease Hank suddenly produced some pieces of nylon rope
and Lenny made no protest when he pulled his hands behind his back and tied
together his wrists. That done, Hank grabbed him under the arm and
frog-marched him back to the bed and sat him down. Then he tied his ankles
together, and for good measure knotted a double loop of cord around his
legs, just above his knees.
Lenny watched it all in mesmerised inactivity. "Why are you tying me up,
Hank?"

"Sue and I are going out to do some partying in town. This is the best way
to make sure you don't make a run for it while we're away."

"I wouldn't do that Hank."

"Sure, I know that. You're my girl. You're my fuck-doll. But all the same,
I'd miss you if you were gone when we get back, so this is the way it as to
be. Make the most of the bed while we're away. You'll likely have to sleep
on the floor most of the time while you're here. That is unless I can
persuade Sue to let you sleep the other side of me. But most women tend to
be unreasonably pernickety about sharing my cock during the night."

He wandered away for a moment, and came back holding Lenny's wallet in his
hand. Without any qualms he removed all the money from it and stuffed it
into his own pocket. "You brought along the cash to show Sue a good time,
and I'll make sure she as one." he said. "You'll need to call in at the bank
tomorrow. This will pay for tonight, but you're not going to get any change
back and we'll need some more tomorrow."

Lenny nodded glumly.

"You look so sweet when you're helpless, Linda, and I can't leave for the
bright lights without first giving you something special."

Languidly the big Californian unbuttoned the fly in the front of his
trousers and levered out his penis. The thing looked such a dramatically
big, thick truncheon of firm flesh it took Lenny's breath away. It was the
first time he'd viewed it at such close quarters, and now he could
appreciate how the foreskin had already been drawn back to reveal the
flaring, smooth contours of its broad tip.
He giggled girlishly and batted his eyes. It looked so awe-inspiring and so
massive he couldn't imagine what to do with it.

Hank answered the unspoken query when he moved up close and nudged the
moist, fat end against his lips.
"C'mon, honey-bee. Take it in your mouth."

Enslaved and utterly besotted by the man before him Lenny stroked his lips
against it and nervously flicked his tongue around the purple head before
opening up and taking it in his mouth. Before he'd had a chance to become
accustomed to its size, Hank grabbed his head and humped forward.

Holding the back of his head he pumped the thick stalk of his cock in and
out, first going down the middle then pushing left and right to make the
cheeks bulge, fucking his face and grunting like a rutting pig.
"That's it, that's the way. That's good. You've got a mouth like a young
cunt. Hold on tight while I fuck your face."
He pumped back and forth, pushing his cock to the back of Lenny's mouth and
almost down his throat.

Sue was still tweaking her eye makeup in the bathroom mirror. "Will you
hurry up and finish with that mincing queen? We've got to get going soon."

Hank gave a small shrug of annoyance and glanced down at Lenny. "Come on
doll, we have to get a move on. Help me a little. Show some enthusiasm."

Gripping with his lips, nodding his head back and forth in slavish
obedience, Lenny tried his best, knowing it was vital to please that cock
and give pleasure to Hank.
"Uuumpg, gluck!"  He gasped, and Hank sighed with delight as he felt the
elastic inside of his sucking cheeks and his tongue moving around rapidly
like some kind of slick, slithery marine gastropod from Undersea World.
"Hold on, you puppet. Not so fast. Now you're being too eager, an' I want to
do the last bit myself. Tip your head back and look up at me. Now open your
mouth. Open it wide and keep it open."

Stupefied and overawed Lenny meekly obeyed, looking up and watching,
fascinated and horrified as Hank's fist energetically pummelled his gigantic
cock over the wide gape of his open mouth, sliding the sheath of skin up and
down over the fat knob which was purple and juicy like a massive plum.
He observed Hank's handsome features screwing up as the intensity of his
impending orgasm developed.

"Don't move when it happens. I'll spank your ass raw if you don't catch it
all."

Lenny whimpered like a small fluffy animal when Hank grunted and hosed
several streams of viscous warm goo into his servile gaping mouth.
His eyes opened wide and rolled like marbles in their sockets. "Arrr!" he
panted, revolted, but keeping his mouth open and available.

Dispassionately Hank disengaged a stubborn clinging strand by wiping it on
the corner of his mouth.

"Now close up and don't lose anything. Shut your mouth and don't spit
anything out. You've got three-hundred million of my spermatozoa in there,
and I want you to look after `em."

With an expression of bewilderment Lenny contemplated the large soft bolus
of cum he'd gathered on his tongue, knowing he was forbidden from ejecting
it. To ensure compliance with his instructions Hank had prepared a broad
band of parcel tape which he immediately plastered over Lenny's dubiously
clamped lips.

Having tidied himself up Hank plumped up a pillow for Lenny's head and
lifted his legs onto the bed covers.

"I'll put Cartoon Network on the television for you. It runs until the early
hours and it'll give you something to look at until we get back."
Standing away he gave a thoughtful, lingering look at the helpless
trussed-up, effeminately dressed body lying on the bed. "I'm going to
introduce Sue to some of my buddies; football team studs and lifeguards from
the beach. We may decide to invite some of them back here afterwards, an'
she'll need some help with all the stiff pricks wanting relief. That's where
you come in, sweet thing. You're a fuck-slut who's already proved his talent
for pulling sperm out of a guy's balls."

Lenny made no effort to move. Wide-eyed he watched Sue and Hank get their
things together. Sue was looking red-hot and spectacular in a long black
dress. With a Mexican silver necklace and matching silver earrings which
swung with every move of her head she could have passed herself off as a
movie star. But it was Hank he admired most. No matter what the guy wore he
had the confidence and charisma to be attractive. He was very much a live
Marlboro Man, minus the hat the horse and the cigarette of course, but with
all the rugged good looks.

He watched them leave. Heard the door close. Heard the lock click.
He lay helpless, bound and gagged, spanked, fucked and wanked over yet
amazingly not resenting any of it. It was lovely to be Hank's girlish
plaything.

When he'd first appeared he had tried to appear bored and annoyed, all the
while aware of his scent -- like musk and spice and something exotic. He had
admired his lean-hipped walk and watched his biceps ripple. Now, when Hank
wasn't there Lenny felt it like a physical force. Not odd, he thought, that
a man's absence could be so strong when his presence was so imposing.

He tried not to dwell on the heat of his hands, or of how small he had felt
when Hank's chin had brushed the top of his head and his breath had stirred
his hair and made him flush all over. He'd tried -- really he'd tried -- not
to remember the touch of his thighs on his belly and the crush of his burly
chest against his own, but Hank was bigger and stronger, wiser and more
sexually mature than he was. He was enough to make a guy fall in love, or at
least dote on him in idol worship, and he couldn't deny it had been
wonderful to have his servile bum hanging on the big man's dick like a coat
on a hook.

There was no longer any chance of doing something sexual with Sue, of
course. She now rated him as a full-time effeminate wimp, and anyway she
would get as much sex as she could manage from Hank and his friends. And
later, while they ravaged her on the bed, he would be lying at her side and
she would hear him bleating and moaning as they ravaged him too.