Copyrighted to Robert Rodgers 1991
Sam found the entrance to the alley. The directions had been very specific, half way down on the left would be the garage door he was looking for, the one he had been instructed to enter. With the motorcycle throbbing between his legs as it idled Sam reached into his back pocket for a crumpled piece of paper. The ink was faded and blurred from the sweat that pasted his army fatigues to the curves of his butt. The bands of his jockstrap tangled in the crack of his ass heightening the sensitivity of his hole. As he stared at the piece of paper, trying to make out the right address, he adjusted his crotch, to rearrange his bulging mass of _c_o_c_k_ and balls to give them breathing room. His fingers played lightly over the semi-hard meat, enjoying the pleasure of his own touch and the way it hardened him even further.
Sam was a handsome guy. His blond good looks made it easier for him in many situations though he didn't really know why. His body was nicely defined (not perfect, for sure) and the parts that were not already smooth he kept shaved giving him a youthful innocence though he was barely past the age of consent. Sam enjoyed all the sensations of his body as he moved his hand up under his loose fitting tee-shirt across the ripples of his belly to the coffee colored nipples that stood hard and erect on the slabs of his pecs.
The Kawasaki roared down the alley in a flash to the door he was seeking. Though he was horny as hell he was somewhat apprehensive about what he was getting himself into. The voice over the phone had been very seductive and full of promise for the craving Sam felt in his ass. Thus far no one had been able to fulfill his deep seated needs and desires. Maybe Sam was crazy to be coming here. He drove the bike out onto the street and parked it. Walking back down the alley to the garage.
It was unlocked, just as he had been told. Inside it was like any other garage except there was a chair with a towel and a pair of handcuffs. A note on the chair instructed him to strip place the towel over his head and lock the handcuffs around his wrists. Sam could just leave now, no one would know, but, a deeper need took over as he placed his clothes in a corner. The snap of the steel around his wrists insured that he would have to stay. He sat back into the coolness of the straight back wooden chair and waited.
Sam knew virtually nothing about the man who had lead him here or the possibility of what might happen. It had been just a disembodied voice giving Sam detailed instruction over the telephone. It was a voice that knew Sam far better than many of his closest friends. All Sam really knew was the guy's handle (Toy Top) on the computer bulletin board where they had met. The few scant lines of description were more about what was expected of Sam than the man's own description. But it had made Sam hard when they chatted across the lines. Now he was here waiting. As Sam sat lost in thought he was suddenly brought back to reality by a crunching sound. There were boots on concrete outside the garage -- he was here. The small door at the back of the garage opened spilling light into the darkened room. The man stood in the door frame. Sam's feverish excitement flared. He thought to rip the towel off his head to see the man, but, he didn't. The man stepped into the room saying nothing. He was behind Sam when something snaked around Sam's throat. This was it the guy was going to strangle him. Instead he felt whatever it was being locked around his neck. It was a collar. The man ordered him to stand for inspection. His hands explored Sam's body.
"Very nice," said the instantly recognizable voice.
Sam was handed his pants and told to put them on and then his leather jacket and nothing else. The man pulled the towel from Sam's head. What stood before Sam was a man in leather. Perhaps he was not what Sam expected, but, clearly this man knew what he was doing and Sam knew instinctively he could trust him. Nothing more was said as they moved into the house where they would play. Sam liked the feeling of being controlled like this. The collar was a nice touch and Sam felt comfortable wearing it. This was not going to be like times past where Sam would have to ask for what he needed, this man already seemed to know what was necessary. Sam would see this through.
The room they were to play in was not at all dark as might be expected but bright and well lit. It was still late afternoon on a Saturday, just barely past three by Sam's calculation Sam was ordered to strip except for the collar which already seemed a part of him. They would talk first, there were a few errands to be run and then they would play. The man asked all the questions. The seemed pretty straight forward and then moved into Sam's history apparently the man had no need to ask what Sam wanted or why he was there. Sam knew the man was in control and could be trusted even though he had learned nothing more about the man's history. He was just easy to talk to.
When they returned from the errands where Sam had the odd sensation that he was being shown off, though they spoke to no one and the man said nothing about it. Darkness was falling and the room took on a whole new pallor. Sam stripped and was sent to douche in the bathroom. When he returned the room was laid out with toys and the bed was covered for play. Sam stood in the middle of the room waiting head bowed for his first instructions. The man walked behind him.
"What are you?"
"Sir?" said Sam, unsure of what to say.
"I don't answer questions, _f_u_c_k_hole, you answer questions. Now give me the right answer."
Sam paused in thought. "I am a _f_u_c_k_hole, Sir."
"No, you're not, I just called you a _f_u_c_k_hole. Tell me what you are."
Sam was intoxicated with the moment unsure of what to say. Was there a right answer for this man? He seemed to know so much about Sam already. The man's arm snaked around his neck. If he chose to this big hairy man could have snapped Sam in two without even thinking about it. Sam was perplexed.
No, Sir, I am a _f_u_c_k_hole, the name fits me perfectly. That is why I have come here. I need to have my hole stretched."
The man released his grip apparently satisfied with the answer. He ordered Sam to lay across the bed. He reached up between Sam's legs and pulled his _c_o_c_k_ and balls back between them so he lay flat on the bed with his taut bubble butt up in the air. He pushed Sam's legs wide apart and slipped his hand into the crack of his ass toying with the rosebud pucker of Sam's freshly shaved asshole. The excitement of waiting for this afternoon had proven too much the night before and Sam had decided to shave his ass while fingering himself in the shower. Sam wondered if it would anger the man who now asked who had done it. Instead it seemed to please him.
The man reached for the can of lube they had just purchased while on their errands and began greasing up Sam's ass. His powerful hand wedged into the crack. His thick manly fingers moved in and out of the tight hole causing Sam to relax fully. Sam now knew why he had come, he needed to pig out on _s_e_x_. This stranger was more than Sam could have hoped for as he writhed to the man's touch. The fingering of his asshole seemed to go on forever and Sam enjoyed it all writhing with ecstasy. He was being used by this strong dominant stranger in ways that were both exciting and pleasurable. Sam's asshole softened under this man's touch quickly turning to a mushy sloppiness as more fingers were added to the first as the hole gave way. Sam's body burned with _s_e_x_ual abandon. The man halted for a moment replacing the heat with something cool and large. Sam turned in an attempt to see what was being done to his asshole. But, when it slipped into place Sam knew immediately that it was a butt plug meant to stay in place and stretch his hole while the man moved on to other parts of his body. The butt plug remained in place as the man rolled Sam over and worked on the boy's _c_o_c_k_ kneading it with his hands and stroking the shaft. Holding the shaft erect (as though it needed any help) he ran the palm of his hand in a circular motion around the slit of his _c_o_c_k_head. Sam's body tensed at this new kind of touch. It seemed more than he could bear and his mind reeled. Sam's hands moved to his own pecs and massaged them deeply as he accepted all the pleasure this man was giving him while his hole clamped down on the butt plug.
"There is so much I am going to do to you"
"Oh, yes, SIR, do it all, do anything you want, I need it."
"I know boy, I know."
Sam did need it, maybe more than even he knew. The man seemed to know everything about Sam as the boy's body submitted to the man's sensuous touch. Sam had no need to verbally express what he felt at this exact moment, or why he craved this kind of attention or what this man had over him. He just went with the flow of the action.
Sam groaned as the stranger's hands moved over his helpless body, cupping his bulging pecs, rubbing his thumbs over Sam's nipples until they tightened and thickened, stiffening up as they had never done before. Sam breathed in short gasps as the man dug his thumbnails in the swollen nipples stretching and twisting the flesh out from his chest.
"What's the matter boy? You got a problem?"
"No, sir, no problem," said Sam trying to hold in the pain.
The man moved in on Sam's nipple with his mouth swabbing the erect tit with his tongue and spit. The warmth of the sensation from the laving spread through his whole body as the lips spread across his bulging pectoral, pulling the whole muscle taut as though he were being devoured by a savage animal.
Sam continued to moan as the man nursed the nipple itself; as though he were suckling it. The firm erection slipped easily between the full and sensuous lips sucking it deep into the man's hot mouth, releasing it, and then stretching it taut again, milking, it as he continued to make it grow and thicken. The sensations were heightened as the man's teeth pulled on the brown fleshiness making it pulpy and highly sensitive. The nibbling turned to chewing as Sam's flesh burned with the increasing heat until the nipple was so tender that Sam thought he would scream from the eroticism.
The man removed his mouth letting the evaporation of the spit cool the boy's fevered breastfor a moment. Then he returned his hand to the work rolling the sensitized nipple between his thumb and index finger and pulling it far from its anchoring pec. As though it were a magic sleight of hand trick the stranger quickly twisted a rubber band around the brown cone making it stand out to its full length with a slight bulbousness at its tip. The same process was repeated on the boy's other nipple with increasing inflammation. The boy's chest burned as the man turned him to face a mirror where he was forced to confront the fiery redness of his ecstasy. The man flicked the bulbs of puffy flesh causing Sam to wince.
"Looking real good, slave boy."
Sam's body arched towards the mirror as he watched his tits glow a deep red. The man moved behind him again forcing him to stand and spread his legs. The man disappeared momentarily and returned to the boy with a large bowl of hot water which he used to douse Sam's remaining tuft of pubic hair above his _d_i_c_k_. He then lathered it up and began stripping away the very essence of the boy's manhood with broad strokes of a razor. Sam had never felt so naked or so vulnerable before.
"Now you really belong to me boy."
"Yes, sir," said the blond his very spirit bent to the will of this hot man who knew him so well.
"Let's see how your cunt is doing, pig."
The man's strong hands turned Sam away from the mirror and forced him to bend at the waist until he was looking backwards between his legs into the mirror this time. There was his ass spread wide with the base of the butt plug flaring parallel to the crack of his ass. Sam watched as the man pulled the grease slicked rubber toy from his pulsating asshole.
"Is my little _f_u_c_k_boy itching for some man _c_o_c_k_ in that sloppy hole?"
The man's fingers again played with the Sam's slimey hole working in and out, moving around inside, sending shivers of heat through his whole body and making Sam's _c_o_c_k_ jerk around between his sweat soaked thighs.
"That's it, little boy, lets loosen up that hole. Give it to me. It belongs to me now. Your whole body is my personal property now. What happens to it is none of your business any more. Just let me have it. That's right, just give it to me."
Sam's ass moved in unison with the stroking as the finger moved deep into his ass to the prostate. The man hawked a gob of spit into the fiery asshole to lubricate its sliding and gyrating motions so Sam could loosen even further to the man's demanding touch.
"See how good that feels, pussyboy. You're just a male cunt."
The index finger was replaced by the man's thumb sending waves of heat through Sam's guts and down the sturdy columns of his thighs and straining _c_o_c_k_. Sam was not sure how much more he could take as he edged closer to spasming a thick load through the shaft of his throbbing _c_o_c_k_.
"Use those pussy lips, suck it in there."
Sam lost all sense of proportion as he gave into the barking demands of this powerful man. He was sinking to a lower nature now as he began to understand the true meaning of submission. His body gave into the probing finger as his puckered hole slopped it deeper into his guts. The boy squirmed feeling his own hard _c_o_c_k_ pressed against the sweat soaked sheet. Sam's breathing changed to long labored sob of ecstasy as the passion continued to build past anything he had ever experienced before.
The man stopped again. Sam was racked with new emotions he had never experienced before. He could not lift himself from the sheet as the man stood above him. After a time Sam was able to look up and see the man standing above him stroking a pendulous mass of man meat that protruded from buttons of his wide open jeans.
"Crawl, boy, crawl for your man. Crawl for his _c_o_c_k_. Your hungry for it, aren't you?
His master's words cut through him like a knife. Sam knew he was right. That fat piece of uncut _c_o_c_k_ was the juiciest thing Sam had ever scene. It was like water to a thirsty man crawling through the desert. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Sam began to move toward the man his every muscle undulating in rhythmic unison to carry him the few feet to his single minded goal. The slit of the _c_o_c_k_head leaked the shiniest pre-cum as the long foreskin of the uncut _c_o_c_k_ slipped back and forth over the mushroom head. Just as Sam was about to close his lips around the fat girth of the swollen shaft, the man stepped back taunting him with his cruel masculinity. Sam knew what he needed to do.
"Please, sir," begged the well muscled blond as he crawled again, "please, sir, I need it. Please, sir, I need your _c_o_c_k_."
You're just a hungry little _c_o_c_k_ slave, aren't you?" mocked the powerfully built man who stood towering above Sam.
With the roles of dominant and submissive clearly defined the man spread his legs and let the boy snake his way up the smooth black leather of his chaps and devour the throbbing piece of manhood that swung between them. Sam's movements seemed hypnotic as he moved in on the shaft slipping his tongue out to meet the tip of the uncut penis that was crowned with a perfect, single drop of pre-cum. It rolled along Sam's tongue and dropped down the back of his throat like the most exquisite food he had ever tasted. The suction of Sam's mouth pushed the foreskin back and drew the _c_o_c_k_head fully into his mouth quickly causing him to gag as the massive girth filled his hunger fevered mouth. The man groaned at the sensations which shivered from his crotch to his brain. His hands moved to the back of Sam's head and forced the boy even further down on to his shaft. Sam moved his own hands to the meaty buttocks of his master and clenched his fingers into them as he took every thrust the man drove deeper into his throat. The agony easily gave way to blissful passion as Sam grew used to have his throat rammed full of the hot juicy meat of this stallion stud.
Sam felt his own nuts swelling as his _d_i_c_k_meat burned for release. He wrapped a free hand around his own meat and started pumping it wildly. The plum sized head of his _c_o_c_k_ immediately slicked with pre-cum and turned darker as the hot jism built inside his hairless ball sac and worked up the length of his prick. His whole body throbbed as he paid homage to his master's every need.
Sam felt himself being twisted up and over until he found himself once more looking up at this towering man. He was on his back with his legs spread wide ready for the most intimate act yet. He felt the man's strong fingers at the entrance of his anal canal greasing the tender hole. This was what Sam had come for. The _c_o_c_k_ wavered hot and thick between the man's legs bouncing with its own excitement protruding from a nest of thick dark hair. Sam twisted up to offer his asshole completely pulling his knees to his own shoulders so that his ass spread to its widest point directly under the man. Sam watched as the man then stretched a rubber along the shaft of his dark prick and then moved in on him. Sam reached between his legs and stroked the _c_o_c_k_ tenderly, almost gratefully, happy at last to have what he desired most.
The reservoir at the tip of the condom touched the tight pucker of his hole teasing Sam even more. Then the _c_o_c_k_head touched down and began stretching his hole as it moved inside. The man moved slowly letting Sam experience every sensation of the _c_o_c_k_ as it sank into the hot young boy. The ridge of the _c_o_c_k_head slipped past the sphincter with a silent pop and moved deeper into the sloppy mass of tender flesh that gave way as Sam's own hands guided the man into himself. The sphincter had to stretch wider to take the swollen and throbbing shaft. Three inches became five and then nine and still the shaft was not fully inside Sam. The boy threw back his head and let the man continue until finally the soft nest of pubic hair rubbed the insides of Sam's ass cheeks. The full weight of his body now rested on Sam's upturned ass. The man moved in and kissed the the boy's full and sensuous lips in the most tender moment yet.
However it was just an excuse to stretch his powerful arms on either side of the boy's head. The man pushed back lifting his weight off the boy pulling his thick shaft halfway out so he could thrust it back in again with a bit more force. The man set the pace driving deep and hard into Sam's eager ass. Watching the boy twist and turn all over the rumpled sheets.
"Oh, yes, that's it, _f_u_c_k_ me. Ram it in my asshole, oh, yes."
Sam beat his own meat in rhythm to the man's _f_u_c_k_ing action so that they seemed to move together. The man drove Sam up the bed until he was pushed against the headboard so that he could get more leverage and drive into the deepest part of Sam's asshole. The friction burned inside Sam's innards as he took everything the man had to give. He pounded the boy demanding more and more of him. Sam's mind and body let go giving his body willingly.
Then like the roar of cannons going off he heard the simultaneous explosion of both _c_o_c_k_s at once. It was like both their bodies had been caught up in the roaring waves of the ocean as they bucked and twisted in an all out, no holds barred, orgasm, their bodies awash with wave after wave of hot jizz. As muscle slapped muscle with unequaled passion.
Drenched with sweat and cum as the fury and heat drained from their bodies Sam felt a need to hold on to this man, this stranger who knew him so well. The feeling seemed mutual as their bodies eased into a satisfying entanglement and peacful sleep. It was the sleep of two lovers.