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The Nerd - Chapter One
I used to think it was something of a failing, this lack of attraction to "my
own kind" - by which I mean typical gay men. I'd go to clubs or baths or parks
and the men there would leave me cold. Which doesn't mean I didn't do anything
in those places, but that my heart was never really caught up in any of it. And
the usual fetishes didn't do anything at all for me. But I'd be, say, at some
club and someone across the room would catch my eye and my heart would beat
faster - the only eyes in the place that would catch mine - and I'd be trying to
catch their attention and signal my interest... and if I got drunk enough or was
stoned enough, I'd make a move - always to find out that it was some straight
guy there to be supportive of a brother or a cousin or a room-mate. The only
fetish that has ever made me hard was for straight guys. Those guys who like
rubber and boots and leather biker jackets - they've got it easy in comparison
to me.
I was raised on a farm, in a rural community. The first sex I had was with
cowhands and fruit-pickers. They called it "corn-holing" and saw it as something
guys did together when women weren't available. And I guess if I still lived
there I'd probably still be a stand-in to a lonely brute, for a cold-blooded
girlfriend or a wife who was knocked up and couldn't manage to get too excited
about her husband.
But, as luck would have it, I turned out to be a computer genius. I have no idea
how my background or my genes made me so, but there you have it. The first
computer I saw was a broken one. I had it working in a matter of hours. Within
months I was writing programs. Before I graduated from high school I had been
approached by several large companies and universities wanting to take charge of
my education if I would only allow them to give me whatever I wanted.
Of course what I wanted to say to those recruiters was, "Give me your son - or
your daughter's boyfriend - or your gardener... or yourself." But I was young
and naive and intimidated. If I had it all to do over again, I might even say
that. They might even agree to my terms. I don't know. I'm more than happy with
the way things have turned out.
So off to the big city I went to learn everything I could learn. It was
difficult for them to keep up. After a while, they mostly made sure I had
everything I needed and then tried to understand what it was I was doing and how
they could use it in some practical ways. At that point I could still have said,
"Give me the garbage man who cleans out the waste-baskets - give me the swimming
coach - give me your brother-in-law for a night." But I was getting laid as much
as I wanted, if not by the men I wanted, and I figured I was just lacking in
some way. Maybe therapy would help? It didn't. In the end I concluded that
whatever gift made me so insightful in the land of binaries and codes and
program relationships was somehow related to the quality that made most gay guys
happy with each other. I had one in plenty; but not the other. So long
frustrated in my fetish, I began to require not only that the man be unwilling,
but that he be subjected to my increasingly sadistic impulses.
I had enough money to hire "straight" hustlers and I tried that a few times but,
really, it didn't satisfy. Some vibration in them all made me feel like they
were only pretending their disinterest. My money made them feel okay about
something they would have been willing to do, but were not brave enough to admit
to. I wanted men who wouldn't consider making it with another man under any
circumstances, not for any money in the world. And I wanted them to cry and
whimper as I tortured them, mentally and physically.
I was only 25 when I discovered the programming language that allowed me to
create a form of artificial intelligence that could be inserted into any
computer to track the decision making and responses of the user and replicate
that human intelligence. The implications, were, of course, huge - such a
program could soon do away with most jobs that required keyboarding skills - we
could begin now to think of robotics and of replicating what had seemed to be
singular intelligences... if Einstein had used my program while he worked on
spreadsheets we'd have an artificial intelligence that would make the decisions
he would have made. The government stepped in to take my program for their own
use immediately and in exchange for it and for my silence, they had the
university I was attached to make me a full professor with no teaching duties, a
research budget that would have supported the state I was born in and no one to
report to.
What to do next with my life, I wondered? I was so horny once the obsession of
completing my program was over. I hadn't had really satisfying sex since I was
about seventeen and left home. Even on my trips back to the farm - I was now a
city boy, not one of "them" - and the simple exchange of fluids by two country
guys that had cemented the image of my desire was no longer possible. I figured
it was time to start working on something for myself.
So I began. It took a year and then I was ready for my first experiment.
It was very late but I knew he'd be there after all the others had gone off to
more comfortable lives. I'd noticed him a few years ago when he first began
studying at the university. He was too beautiful to simply melt in with the
other freshmen, and by the end of his first year he had been written up in the
student paper for his achievements; by the end of his second year he had been
written up in the awards newsletter as a double scholarship recipient; by the
end of his third year he was a common figure in the sports pages of the city
paper. He was famous for how fast and far he'd come. A boy from a poor backwoods
family - white trash one would call them - who had come to university on a
scholarship and managed to become the star of the football team, our champion
swimmer and an honour roll student. For the last year I had been tracking his
movements and I now knew his whole schedule. I watched him swimming laps from
the stands, back and forth, lithe and quick-turning as a seal in the water. His
tanned body rippled with muscles as he moved from one end to the other and back
again, over and over, legs scissoring and his butt in tight blue speedos
pumping. His concentration was so superb that I don't think he even noticed me
watching him.
He pulled himself out of the pool and shook off the excess water like a puppy.
He was only a few years younger than me but I felt so much older. 6'2", 190
pounds and not an ounce of fat. I admired his smooth brown nipples and the bulge
in the front of his wet trunks as he padded off to where the gym was.
I followed him slowly, my laptop computer case slung over my arm. I wanted him a
little pumped from the weight machines I knew he finished his exercise routine
with, with a sheen of sweat. And I would have what I wanted.
For the last year I had worked with the best hypnotists in the country, paying
them exorbitant fees to keep them quiet. Stage hypnotists, Doctors treating
addicts, lay practitioners treated stressed out executives, dominant leather-men
and their hypnotised slaves, cultists with their mind-control subjects and
pseudo-spiritual healers and their hopeless patients. With each one I had
carefully entered into my program their methods, their trail of decisions...
everything about the experience that I could think of. And now I had the result
- a little program that could run on my laptop, without the knowledge of the
computer user.
He glanced up at me and nodded as I entered the gym, then continued his work on
the pec deck, obviously thinking I was there for a late swim or work-out and
assuming I would walk past him to the locker rooms. I stood patiently as he
strained to complete his set, confident enough in my invention that I did not
even pretend not to be admiring his chest and bulging arms and the pouch of his
genitals as he moved. He looked increasingly suspicious of me as I let my eyes
slowly rove over the body that I'd be more closely examining very soon. Finally
he finished his count and then released the weights...
"Yeah?" It was obvious that he was trying hard to be polite when he wanted to
tell me to fuck off. I felt my own cock stir at the idea of his trained civility
warring with his impulse to smack me out of the way. Soon I'd be seeing more of
that war, indeed.
"I am a professor in the computer department. My name is Dr. Locke but I prefer
Brian."
"Oh." His face molded into a more polite form. He knew his place in the
hierarchy of students and professors. "My names's Jake. Can I help you with
something?"
"I know who you are, Jake. You're something of a legend on campus."
He blushed attractively and shrugged.
"I'm afraid I've worked very late tonight - I have been designing a new
program... it is sort of an interactive teaching tool that can actually increase
receptivity and memory... and my assistant has gone home for the night. There is
no one in the department at all and I would very much like to try it out on
someone besides myself, so that I can sleep tonight. It's been rather a long
haul with this program... I'm so sorry to interrupt you when you are working out
but I wondered if I could impose on you..."
"I'm sorry, Professor, I don't know much about computers beyond word-processing
and how to check my e-mail."
"That's not a problem. The whole thing is quite self-evident and at the end of
it you should feel more intelligent, more capable of success. It's all quite
subjective and I don't think you'll have much trouble at all." I knew this would
hook this notorious over-achiever.
"Well, uh, sure, I guess I could give it a shot. I'm about done here anyway. Do
you mind if I shower first?"
I nearly sighed. Watching him shower one last time as his own man would be so
lovely.
"That would be just fine. I really don't mean to trouble you and I appreciate
your willingness."
He smiled and said he'd just be a moment, obviously thinking I would wait for
him here in the weight room. Instead I followed him, increasingly excited by his
shy, nervous glances at me. In the locker room he looked at me a bit more
closely, as if trying to figure out what I was up to and why I was looking at
him so brazenly and hungrily. Then I suppose he decided I was just another nerd
professor so excited by his newest project that I'd forgotten how to behave in a
locker room, in a man's world.
He shrugged and pushed his speedos to the floor. His cock flopped free of the
tight spandex and I eyed it greedily. It was pale pink, thick, surrounded by
curly gold hairs and his balls hung heavily below. He looked annoyed and puzzled
at my gaze and I smiled at him very sweetly, as if he must be misunderstanding
my examination. He turned quickly and went to the showers and, glancing back at
me every few minutes in disbelief at my careful perusal of his ass and legs and
cock and back and chest, soaped himself up, rinsed, dried himself and dressed in
record time. He was terribly uncomfortable and I think nothing like this had
ever happened to him before. It was all quite wonderful, witnessing these last
uncomfortable moments of him owning himself, knowing he'd soon be utterly
mine...
"Okay, I'm ready." He sat down a good distance from me on the changing room
bench. He was more abrupt now and not at all friendly, annoyed with my
examination and what he considered my rudeness. I couldn't resist a last
lingering stroke of his attitude. I looked deep into his eyes and licked my lips
as if I was going to eat him. He scowled at me and sort of shrugged with
distaste. He was so close to telling me to fuck off. Only all those years in
Sunday school and practicing good manners with his mom at the dinner table kept
him from it. By attending and responding to him for all those years, she'd
brainwashed him to politeness and now, in a matter of moments, I would replicate
the process and make him mine.
I opened up the laptop and turned it on, listened to it begin to come to life.
"Do you have a favourite computer game you like? Or a program you are familiar
with?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment, no longer scowling but now interested in what
I would show him. So easy for him to forgive my stares and signals and deny
them. So sweet a boy.
"Uh, I don't have time to play around with much. Mostly I just write my papers
and I use whatever program is on the library computers for that."
So sweet. I called up a solitaire game. "You do know how to play solitaire?" He
nodded. Then I told my program to run and put the laptop down so that he could
not see the screen.
"Okay. How this particular program works is that it runs 'behind' any other
program - you could even switch from program to program during the course of a
session on the computer... the information is given to your subconscious while
you are working - or playing a game - and at the end of the session you know
much more than you did before. Are you ready? It will be quite a lot of fun."
Well, it would be fun for me...
"Sure."
I turned the laptop so that it faced him and he reached down to begin moving
cards around on the screen. He was rapt in concentration. I liked the look. I
looked forward to being able to see it whenever I wanted. I looked forward to
looking down at him as he sucked my cock deep down his throat and seeing that
look on his face as he tried to swallow it all.
In short little bursts - so brief they did not register on his conscious mind -
all the rendered experiences of those smokers who wanted to not smoke, those men
who could not stay hard, those fat people who could not stop eating, those
happy-go-lucky people who were turned to chickens to make an audience laugh,
those hungry-for-god people who came to believe that their cult leader had all
the answers they had always sought... all those hypnotic experiences turned to
colours and shapes and images and words that were working their way deep into
his mind, more quickly and deeply than anyone with merely a voice and whatever
accoutrements - a swinging pocket watch or a spinning spiral - could manage it.
As he moved the cards, the program registered his reactions and made subtle
changes to the sub-program (I always laugh to call it that) so that it wormed
it's way deeper and more certainly into his mind... at last he was done. It only
took about 13 minutes.
He looked up at me, his eyes just a little glazed and confused. On some level he
knew he was changed and he was afraid. It was my favourite thing about this
program. He would gladly agree to my every wish - no matter how much it was
against his nature - and in some part of his mind he'd be struggling,
hopelessly, against compliance. The scorn he'd shown me would never quite leave
and would always show, just behind his eyes.
"Well, I didn't win that game. Should I try again? How can you tell if the
program worked?"
"I guess we'll have to test you." I smiled brightly at him and watched the fear
rise into his eyes.
"Hmmmm... well, you see Jake, if it worked - and I am sure it did - the next
step is to reduce you to a very good boy who will gladly serve my every whim.
That's really not even a step - it's just a matter of me uttering a word to make
you realize that you've already taken that step. You'll respond by pushing all
the reservations of your consciousness back into some dark place in your mind
and wondering only how you can serve me better... and when I'm done with you,
you can return to your normal life but the memory of what you've done will
always be with you - rather horribly I suspect - but you won't be able to
discuss it or ask for help. Didn't I tell you it would be fun?" I smiled at him
and licked my lips again.
He was angry now, his eyes flashing - the glazed aspect of them deep behind the
blue. "Okay, that's enough, fella. I'm sick of this shit. You look at me like I
was a piece of meat and asked me to help you out with this thing - I believed
you were a professor but now I'm pretty fucking doubtful. I am gonna call
security, you freak."
"Coryadalis," I said, oh so softly.
The struggle in his eyes was brief but dramatic and the horror passed fleetingly
across his face, as he realized what I'd just told him was true... and he
succumbed. I sighed at the beauty of it.
"Come here; stand in front of me."
He came to me, hands clasped behind his back, eyes down.
"I want your cock hard... for me."
I watched it grow under the fabric of his jeans - swell and lengthen until it
was a hard silhouette in the soft blue denim.
"That's perfect. Stay that way. I'm afraid you won't be working on any papers
tonight. You'll be learning to serve your new Master. But you'll be very proud
of what you find yourself capable of - with your mouth and your ass. It'll be
beyond any ideas you ever had of what a man can do for another man. Things that
never occurred to you - your tongue deep up my ass for example - will be more
pleasing for you than any orgasm you've ever had. And the orgasms - when you're
allowed to have them - will be so special. And it will all go on for years and
years, until I tire of you. Which, at the moment, I can't imagine doing." The
shadow flamed in his blue eyes and then faded away. I leaned close to him and
kissed his lips and his mouth opened for my tongue... I felt my own cock harden
in delight as I reached for his nipple and pinched it viciously. It would be
great fun to train him to respond.
I took him back to my home and pointed the way to the bedroom. He had been
silent during the drive to my house. I could have fixed that but sort of enjoyed
it. If he hadn't been so much under my control he'd have been screaming blue
murder.
"You can strip now - I prefer you to be naked when we are here." He pulled off
his clothes as he walked towards the bed. Ah, well, housekeeping training would
come soon enough. He walked up to the bed, naked now, his hard cock jutting
proudly before him, leaking a little pre-come now, and stood waiting for more
orders.
"That's so sweet, waiting to be told what to do. I am sure you know what to do
by now - or you have a good idea of what might happen next. I don't particularly
want to give you commands constantly so instead of waiting, you should be trying
to think what would please me most."
Again the shadow of struggle drifted across his eyes. Then he slid onto the bed
and lay back, mouth open... I could see the ideas working through his brain,
wondering what I would want. He looked excited. He whispered, "Please, Sir, let
me suck you." I stood waiting for his mind to continue roaming through all the
images he'd have refused to consider less than an hour ago. He raised his legs
in the air, exposing his virgin hole and reached down to stroke it softly...
"Fuck me, Sir, please." I continued to wait. He struggled to think of what I
might want. I myself wasn't quite sure of where to start but I knew that I'd
have everything of him before too long. "Sir, I am all yours, please have me."
I laughed in delight. He'd thought of the magic words. My own clothes dropped to
the floor and I slid into bed beside him. His opened to me, arms and legs
spreading, the briefest shadow of struggle in his eyes and then his cock was
rock hard and slick with pre-come sliding against my belly and he opened his
mouth wide to kiss me, sucking on my tongue. It was like he'd been doing this
for years. I enjoyed his tongue sliding against my own for a while and then
pushed his head down to my cock and he took just the tip of my cock-head in his
mouth gingerly, tentatively, licking at it eagerly but so softly I could barely
feel it.
"How many blow jobs have you had, Jake?" I asked him, thinking I knew what the
problem was.
He lifted up to look in my eyes, wondering if he had failed me in some way.
"One, sir. She didn't really want to but I guess she felt like she had to, as
she got me all hot and then told me she intended to stay a virgin till she
married."
"Ah," I said. It wouldn't take him long to learn a few skills, given how
dedicated he had been programmed to be. "Deeper and harder." His head went back
down and my cock slid down his throat. He gagged violently. "Let your throat
relax." He took me deeper, breathing shallowly, and began to suck obediently.
"Stroke my balls." He did, and within a few strokes he was taking my whole cock
down his throat.
Eventually I had him turn around so that I could play with his beautifully round
ass while he sucked me. He was so tight I could at first only stroke the pink
hole, tugging at the fine blonde hairs that surrounded it and watching him
twitch uncomfortably. I could have told him to relax, as I'd commanded his
throat, but I liked the prospect of his discomfort on this first night. I poured
lube into the crack of his ass and he made a slight, frightened noise in the
back of his throat. I laughed and pushed his head down deeper on to my cock.
My finger tip entered him and his ass spasmed around it. This was a boy who had
never entertained the idea that anything would enter him. I pushed deeper. He
bucked under me, despite any intentions of obedience he had. I sighed with the
beauty of it - his muscular ass, the pink hole tight and quivering around my
finger. I could feel in the heat of him his distaste for the sensation, even as
he pushed his ass back to pull my finger deeper into him.
"Poor sweet Jake," I whispered. I slid another finger into him, widening the
tightly puckered hole. "You've been such a busy student... have you fucked many
girls?"
He lifted his mouth off my cock - he had taken me so deep that it took a moment
to disengage... "No, Sir. Only two." He went back to work. I slid another finger
in and felt his asshole spasm desperately.
"And you were probably looking forward to finishing university and maybe getting
married... having all the sex you wanted with your wife." He nodded, throat
pulsating around my cock. I shoved even deeper down his throat, enjoying the
muffled little choking whimper as he got used to the thickness of me. "And now,
instead of that, you get this." I forced a fourth finger into his slippery hole.
"My cock down your throat, my fingers up your ass... and soon I'm going to feel
you under me, like a woman, my cock deep in your ass." His hole constricted
around my fingers. "You're going to be a wonderful slave for me, by morning. And
when I'm tired of you..." I felt him loosen just a little, part of his mind
hoping that I would say that I would then free him to go back to his old dream
of a normal life. "Then I'll find someone that I like to watch fuck you and see
you used... again and again." His asshole spasmed as part of his mind cried out
against the image. "Perhaps I'll demonstrate my program to your whole football
team and then just watch them take turns filling their star quarterback with
come. That would do wonders for team morale, wouldn't it? Perhaps we'll even
book you into a highschool football team for an inspirational talk on how you
succeeded, and then show those youngs guys my program... and you can do a
demonstration." I pushed his head away from my cock and turned him around so
that he was under me, my fingers pumping his hole while I did so. He spread his
legs obediently and lifted them in the air.
I pulled my fingers out quickly, not much caring if I hurt him. I'd be hurting
him more as the night wore on. He hadn't even seen the dildoes yet. My cock slid
into him with surprising ease - a bit disappointing really. He gasped and his
face contorted.
"Hmmm..." I said, slowly pumping back and forth, luxuriating in the tightness of
his virgin ass. "That look on your face gives me an idea." I pushed his hands up
to the top of the headboard and with a finger drew lines across the inside of
his wrists. "You are tied," I said. I drew more lines across his ankles. "And
shackled... now see if you can free yourself." He struggled against the ropes
and shackles that he could feel biting into his skin. He couldn't budge from his
exposed position. I pulled my cock out of his ass.
"Now it is yesterday... and we have not yet met."
His eyes cleared and he looked up at me in horror, said, "Hey - what the hell -
you aren't going to get away with this!" then moved to push me away with his
hands, demanding to be freed all the while - of course they would not move from
the imaginary ties that bound him. He began to thrash wildly back and forth,
trying to free himself, calling for help.
"You are lovely when you struggle," I whispered. I reached into the drawer of
the nightstand and pulled out nipple clamps. He began thrashing again, trying to
get away from the cold metal, though I doubt he'd seen anything like them
before. I attached one and he yelped with surprised pain. I tugged the chain and
was rewarded with an even louder cry. "I'm afraid my apartment is completely
soundproof, Jake. You have no hope at all. Besides - your new life has begun...
you might as well lay back and enjoy it." He gritted his teeth together and spat
out that he wasn't queer and if I didn't let him go right now, he'd beat the
shit out of me. I nodded at him confidently. "What do you think that taste in
your mouth is, my darling?" I could see his face register surprise. "Feel the
tightness around your lips? That's from my cock - my come... which you've been
sucking like a baby, for hours." His face screwed up desperately and he
whispered hoarsely, "no, no, no...."
"Oh yes," I continued, "and what about your asshole..." I reached down and
stroked it, though he desperately tried to pull away. "Doesn't it feel a little
stretched? A little sore..." I pulled the chain of his tit-clamps again and
listened to his indrawn breath. "It's begun already. You'll never fuck another
girl again. Those days are over."
I positioned my cock against his slippery bucking hole and pushed in hard and
fast. He screamed like the virgin he had been, some moments ago. I laughed. This
was delightful. I could have him be a virgin night after night if I wanted it
so. I owned this boy completely. He was begging me to stop and then threatening
me. I began thrusting into my very own little quarterback, enjoying the way his
asshole struggled hopelessly against me and the look of fury on his face. I
pulled the tit-clamps off brutally and, whever he slowed down from exhaustion,
twisted his senstive nipples or slapped his smooth flat belly or his cheeks or
his swollen balls... at one point when it seemed he was getting tired and
dispirited I took the nipple clamps and attached them to the soft skin of his
nuts - he began bucking again. Tears streamed down his face. He'd never expected
anything like this to happen in his life.
"Are you getting the point yet, Jake? I like you struggling. I like you
objecting to this. You've been such a self-confident little stud, haven't you?
And now here you are... beyond your wildest dreams. And you think it will end,
sooner or later, and you'll get a chance to escape or perhaps I'll just let you
go..." I reached down to his cock, soft now, as it had been yesterday when he
hadn't yet met me or seen my program. When he was expecting me, least of all. I
took his tortured balls, welted from the clamps, and squeezed hard. He cried
out. I twisted and pulled on his big nuts and he yelped and struggled
hopelessly. "...then you could press charges against me for rape or you could
just try to forget the whole thing. And tomorrow will be a normal day - you'll
study... your nuts will be a little sore.. and then you'll go to the gym and
swim and then work-out..." I was panting as I whispered to him. He looked
terrified. "But it won't be a normal day at all - it will be the beginning of a
life you no longer have control of. The beginning of your slavery..." I was
slamming into his ass, close to coming. "Tomorrow you will meet me... I'll come
to the locker room and ask you to help in an experiment with a computer program
I've written, and you'll be glad to comply. Because...," thrust, "you...,"
thrust, "are a good...," thrust, "boy...! My own polite little Jake." I could
see by his eyes that he was remembering what, for him, was in the future. It
must have been a strange sort of deja vu vision. That he knew what I was saying
was true and that his life as he had known it and planned it was over. I began
to shoot and drove into his ass again and again, pumping him full of my come as
I watched the tears stream down his cheeks. He cried and moaned desperately, as
if it was lava or hot lead entering his ass, instead of just the gift of his new
Master.
The night continued on and on. I had been preparing for this for a very long
time and, as I said, I had been very, very horny. I had napped this afternoon,
knowing I would want to prolong the enjoyment of this first night of owning him,
body, mind and soul...
I showed him the dildoes and we worked our way - well, he continued to struggle
against them - from the smallest to the largest. He swore the smallest was too
big and would never fit but I managed to force it up his ass. It looked very
pretty there. It was hard to believe that mere hours ago he'd been a virgin
football hero and scholarship boy. I'd known gay men who had been working at
their craft for years and couldn't have managed such a large dildo. I was very
proud of the efficacy of my program. My own cock had recovered now and I was
ready to continue his education.
"Jake, stop struggling now... it is now today again. Or the morning after,
actually. And you are mine. You are no longer bound, and you have returned to
the state of wanting only to please me." The look of desperate horror faded from
his face and he became compliant and eager to please, only the occasional shadow
passing across his eyes as, in some depth of his mind, he remembered who he was
and what his true nature was.
I had him kneel on the floor, reaching back to manipulate the dildo in and out
of his ass in nice, slow, easy strokes. I raised my legs and pulled his face to
my own asshole. "Lick like a puppy, Jake." He began slowly and I continued to
utter instructions. "Around the edge of my hole... now push your tongue
in...good boy... be eager, Jake, be delighted to give me this much pleasure...
that's it... use your tongue like a little cock, pushing it in and out. Now suck
on the hole." I had never been so satisfied with being rimmed. I love my ass to
be tongued but every man I've ever been with got exhausted long before I was
ready to stop.
I began to shoot without even touching my cock - my sperm flooding out and
covering his face... when I was done I stroked his slippery skin and then
allowed him to lick my hand clean.
I was weary at last and needed to sleep. Jake had dark rings of exhaustion
around his eyes but I knew he was in superb physical condition and would recover
after a few hours sleep; and he'd get used to this life... sooner or later. I
pulled him up on to the bed and told him to remove the dildo - we had two more
larger sizes that would have to wait until tomorrow night... unless I woke up
early in the morning. I pushed a butt-plug in for the night, so he'd be slippery
and receptive in the morning when I woke up. I curled up behind him and took his
hard meat in my hands, squeezing it roughly. It was a lovely toy to play with. I
was looking forward to seeing him shoot but I thought I would save that
pleasure... for a month or two and then just have him shoot repeatedly, until it
hurt, and then continue... orgasming until he screamed. The idea of it was
nearly enough to make me hard again... but I was exhausted and, finally, fully
satiated as I had not been since I was a teenager.
"Sleep tight and look forward to morning, Jake. There is much more for you to
learn." He sighed in my arms, snuuggled back against me, and fell asleep at once
like a puppy.
The next few weeks were wonderful. I had him give up his apartment and tell his
current girlfriend that he would be unable to see her anymore as he had realized
he was gay. She, of course, spread the word around the campus and soon Jake was
being adoringly followed by most of the campus gays. He was a prize they had not
expected. He was, of course, not interested. In fact he was, unless he was with
me, horrified. When he was not with me, he wanted nothing more than to be able
to ask someone to save him - but his throat was as stopped up as his ass was
with one of the butt-plugs I sometimes had him wear to class. He couldn't talk
about me and he couldn't not return to me. Sometimes he would come home from his
classes with tears in his eyes, even as he stripped down upon coming through the
door and prepared himself for any possible act I might require of him. There was
now lube in the hall closet for him so that that he could get his ass ready
before coming to me.
Given the commands of my program, Jake was able to remember everything he read
and heard in his lectures and didn't need to spend so much time studying. I had
him work out more and changed his diet and enjoyed watching as his beautiful
lithe body bulked up and became more heavy and muscular. I had him change his
courseload so that he learned things I was more interested in talking about. I
loved going out for dinner with him and seeing all the looks of admiration he
got as he sat with me, chatting about things that interested me in the
companionable way I desired. When enough people were looking I would sometimes
reach over and stroke his wrist or rub his leg with my foot or even caress his
crotch - and watch the shadow pass across his eyes as I noted the shock of most
of the viewers and the delight or envy of the gay ones.
One particular night when our waiter was quite obviously smitten by my beautiful
slave, I leaned over and whispered into his ear. He blushed prettily but, as I
had ordered, put down his napkin and walked to the men's room, standing - his
cock obviously hard in his pants, until he caught the waiter's eye and then
giving him an inviting look before entering the washroom. The waiter hesitated
and then followed him, willing to risk his job for this prize. I had to laugh
when the busboy, who I had not even noticed, suddenly had a similar urgent need
to use the men's room. Jake returned shortly after, his cock still hard in his
dress slacks, a thick tube down one leg. I am sure everyone in the restaurant
noticed.
A few moments later the waiter came by, a similar tube of flesh hanging visibly
behind his white apron, with a bottle of very good wine for us. "On the house,"
he whispered to Jake softly, as he poured him a glass to taste.
"My master thanks you," said Jake, handing it to me to taste. The waiter blinked
and Jake and I both smiled brightly at him. The shadow flickered deep in Jake's
eyes. The waiter looked utterly envious and the bulge behind his apron grew
noticeably. The bus-boy just kept looking at Jake and sighing for the rest of
our meal.
I had Jake join the wrestling team. I never ceased enjoying watching him
struggle against me and I decided I wanted to see him struggle against other
men. Every week or so I freed his mind enough to realize what was happening to
him and played with him. It kept him fresh. The university wrestling coach was
thrilled to have him on the team, although distraught when he refused to travel
for competitions, especially when Jake would not even deign to explain why not.
He simply refused to answer.
I had no desire to share him but one night I wanted pizza and the pizza boy was
particularly fetching. Jake had bulked up into something of a specimen and this
boy was thin and puppy-like. It was a whim... and why not manifest what I
desired, given the absolute power that my program gave me.
"You are probably too busy tonight to test a new computer game?" I said to the
pizza boy as I paid him.
"Never, man!" he said with delight. "I am addicted to computer games!!!"
Jake had never had another man before, other than his Master, and it was quite
lovely to see his now massive, utterly masculine body being speared by the
energetic boy's long, thin cock and then by my own. The boy, under my orders,
orgasmed again and again until Jake's ass was slippery with come and tears were
rolling down the boy's cheeks as he orgasmed for the eighth time. I could see
the shadows flicker through Jake's eyes and then through the boy's eyes. In that
shadowy place that remembered who he had been before I took him away from that
life, Jake knew too well what the boy was going through. Perhaps, I considered,
I should take pity on them both.
"Take him over your knee, Jake..." I waited while the command was obeyed. "Now
spank his ass." The boy's beautiful pale butt was soon scarlet and exquisitely
sensitive as Jake's hand slapped first one cheek and then the other, leaving the
imprint of his fingers.
"It looks fine, Jake." I stroked the welts and felt the boy shiver under my
touch. Spreading his ass cheeks (with him whimpering delightfully - the program
I'd shown him had not had the command that he enjoy pleasing me, merely that he
obey), I squirted lube into his tight hole and slid a finger in. He yelped. "Put
him between your legs and let him suck you now." Jake and the boy repositioned
themselves. "Push deeper into his throat, Jake. Now thrust." While Jake fucked
the boy's throat I took his virgin ass, ramming my cock deep into him and having
Jake match my rhythm. At last I was ready to come and shot my load deep inside
the boy.
"You can dress now," I said to him. He did so. "I want you to come out of the
place you have been, confused and weary." I watched his eyes clear as he looked
first at me, standing naked before him and then at Jake, our cocks slick with
use. His eyes widened and he gulped. "Thanks for the pizza and... everything
else," I said softly. "You were excellent." I looked at Jake and raised an
eyebrow. "Yes," he said, "you were great." The boy shivered unhappily in his
confusion and looked close to tears. "Go home and sleep... when you wake
tomorrow you will not remember our faces or this address. Nor will you look it
up in the records... that you are such a good cock-sucker and excellent bottom
will be our little secret... though you'll probably wonder how it all happened
and if you will ever be... shall we say, compelled, to be with men again."
I signaled Jake to open the door and the boy went out, shoulders hunched wearily
and legs spread wide apart as if he was sore. I am sure he was.
"Come, Jake, time for the butt-plug." He sighed happily and the shadow flickered
through his eyes and then disappeared.
Jake's wrestling career was a huge success. I loved watching him pin his
opponents and push them to the tarp, knowing this powerful, heroic creature was
mine - that he'd be wearing white socks and white jockey shorts and serving me
later, his ass stretched to the max with one of the dildoes he had been trained
to.
One night Jake lost to a massive black wrestler from another state. It was sad
to watch. He'd had a season of wins thus far and I felt he deserved to be
punished. He had to be motivated to try harder. When he came out of the dressing
room, looking forlorn and knowing he had failed me, I didn't speak to him. We
walked to the car and I gave him the address I wanted him to drive us to.
It was a bath-house. We stripped and I wrapped a towel around myself. He didn't
need one. He followed me closely and I led him to the orgy room, which was where
it had been so many years ago when I visited here. I pointed to a low bench in
the center of the room and told him to get on his knees on top of it. He did.
Already men had gathered in hopes of having a piece of my muscle-stud. I leaned
down and whispered in his ear that he was not to speak to anyone, but only to
signal to them by reaching back to spread the cheeks of his ass when they
approached him. He was to pleasure anyone who came to him. I found a chair in
the corner and watched.
The men were various. Word soon spread through the place and they crowded in,
waiting their turn and egging each other on. I had never seen Jake look so
conflicted - and still he continued, reaching back to spread the cheeks of his
ass for a young man or an old one, men of every colour, of every size and shape
of cock, men who took their time and men who simply used his ass to jerk off
into. A man who felt he'd been waiting too long stepped in front of him and held
out his hard cock to be sucked. Jake looked up at him and then back at me, so
the man looked at me quizzically and I nodded my permission for him to use my
boy's mouth. Jake began taking them from the front and back.
We were only there a couple of hours but the crowds were thinning as men were
satisfied and went on their way. I whistled to my puppy and moved to the door,
leaving a few men unsatisfied and wishing they had come earlier. By now many of
them understood that Jake was mine to command and they came up to offer their
phone numbers - some because they wanted me to similarly Master them, others
because they wanted to know when I'd arrange a similar treat for them. I wadded
up the numbers as they were handed to me and they soon got the message. Jake and
I dressed in silence and made our way home. As he parked I said, "You do know
that you'll be much too loose for your Master now. Tomorrow you'll have to do
more reps to tighten up the muscles of your ass. I'm not at all pleased to have
to make other arrangements for the night."
Eyes downcast, he came around to open my door and we walked up the sidewalk to
where his wrestling opponent had been patiently waiting all these hours, hands
clasped behind his back. Jake looked startled.
"I had a few moments while I waiting for you to dress. Derek turns out to be a
great fan of computer games, it seems."
We went in and I told Derek to strip. I had guessed from the bulge in his
spandex wrestling uniform that he was well-hung but I was amazed to see how
large and thick his meat actually was.
"Let's see how big that is when it's hard, Jake. Be a good puppy and kneel in
front of him. After all, you did lose the match."
Even after all these months the real Jake was still present, an angry flash
behind the eyes, a glance of refusal even as he knelt down to obey, his mouth
opened wide.
"Derek, have you ever had a man suck your cock?"
"Yes, Sir, at camp when I was a kid. One of the other kids."
"I see. Show me how deep you could go with your little friend."
Derek push the head of his cock into Jake's mouth. Even this much stretched
Jake's lips.
"Good boy. Now show me the deepest anyone has ever taken your cock down their
throat."
He pushed in a few more inches. He was rock hard now, his balls drawn up tight.
"Goodness, that seems wasteful. Jake, relax your throat and take more... keep
going... good puppy... keep taking it, keep sucking it deeper and deeper... let
your throat swell around it. There you are, Derek - are you amazed at what an
excellent cock-sucker Jake is?"
"Yes, Sir - I never would have thought it from the way he can wrestle."
"Yes, I am sure it must be a surprise. I could make you an equally good
cock-sucker. Would you like that?"
"No, Sir. I only like girls."
I looked down meaningfully at his hard cock, pistoning in and out of Jake's
mouth. "Look at that - are you quite sure you're not enjoying this?"
He looked down and for a moment seemed very confused and I could see the
struggle in his eyes and feel it in his body, a palpable thing. "Yes, Sir, I am
sure."
"No hankering for the occasional boy - not even when you've been wrestling and
are in the showers, all hot and sweaty?"
"No, Sir. Only girls."
"Jake, show him how you've learned to work the muscles of your throat." Jake
demonstrated and Derek began slowly pumping back and forth into his throat. Spit
and pre-come ran down Jake's chin and his chest shone wetly.
"Convinced yet, Derek?"
"It feels very good, Sir, but I only like girls."
I laughed.
"Well, I have another idea. Pull out of his throat, Derek. Slowly. His mouth is
too beautiful and skilled to do damage to... Now, bend over and grab your
ankles." I stroked his ass, feeling his involuntary flinch. I reached down and
grabbed his spit slick cock and balls and pulled them up roughly until they
poked between his legs. "Squeeze your legs together and keep them in position,
Derek. I want to see your meat."
"Jake, get behind him... let's see that long tongue. Okay, Derek - I want you to
feel all the nerve-endings in your ass-hole that your girlfriends feel when you
go down on them... just feel the blood rising and coursing through, the nerves
tingling and engorging as they respond to your tongue..."
I waited a moment and his ass, almost imperceptibly, began to shift back and
forth and his pink asshole quivered the tiniest bit. "Jake, you can begin -
slowly..." I sat down and watched my boys. Jake's tongue lapped and circled the
quivering hole. Derek began moaning, pushing back greedily, his butt-cheeks
clenching. Jake began pushing his tongue in a bit deeper... Derek sighed louder,
nearly growling with excitement...His cock was hard and throbbing, red with
blood and leaking pre-come. It pushed out nearly five inches beyond his clenched
thighs. I leaned over and pinched it, hard, and he yelped.
"Very good, boy. I could train you to enjoy that. Perhaps I will."
I watched Jake's ministrations open Derek's ass-hole wider, I am sure, than it
had ever been - he was now completely receptive.
"Ok, Jake, now stand up behind him... very good. Now slide the head of your cock
against his hole. Derek, see if you can pull it into your ass. You are so ready
for this. I can only imagine how excited that little hole is to be fucked. Do
you think any of your girlfriends were ever so excited?"
"No, Sir," he said softly, pushing back against Jake's hard cock, trying to pull
it inside himself with the slick pink lips of his asshole.
"Perhaps you have learned something that you will be able to use on them... what
do you think?"
"Oh, yes, Sir.... thank you, Sir."
I laughed. "Assuming you ever get the chance to fuck anyone again."
Jake was panting - his restraint at not just pushing past the tight pink lips
and into the hot ass was admirable. Well, my programming of his brain was
admirable.
"Jake, I want you to go back to the way you were before we met... for just a
moment, but do not leave your position."
His eyes cleared. He looked down at the muscled wrestler under him. At his cock
poised to fuck the boy. He looked at me beseechingly.
"Would you like to fuck Derek, Jake?"
"Yes, please let me... I have to come... Please!"
I laughed with delight. "But you are as straight as he is - you, too, only like
girls... or am I mistaken?"
He looked confused. He looked down at his cock again, so hard and dripping at
the entrance to the boy's ass, and at the boy's huge cock which stuck out behind
him and stroked his own balls as they slid over the underside of the shaft.
"I don't care anymore, Sir... I'll do anything... please let me."
I walked up behind him and stroked his nipples, then pinched them hard. They
were bigger and swollen for the tit-clamps I liked to use on him, and far more
sensitive now than they had been... i let the edge of my finger-nail drag across
an engorged tip. "Tonight you were fucked by so many men, Jake... do you
remember? Men you didn't even see the faces of." I stroked his throat as he
swallowed miserably. "And you performed admirably as a cock-sucking slut... do
you mean to tell me that you are not straight, after all? That all my work on
you has been a sham?" I slapped his hard cock and reached down to twist at his
nuts. He whimpered.
"No, Sir, I am straight, I am... I want to go home... I want my old life... but
let me..." he looked down at his cock, poised so nicely, "just let me... this
once."
"Jake, return to your slave-state." I waited while his mind subsided. "Dear
little puppy - I think I told you that you'd never fuck again, not a man or a
woman. You're mine now. Your cock is mine to play with. That's your pleasure,
Jake. We have more work to do on you I guess. Now get behind me... lick my ass
while I fuck this boy."
Derek loved being fucked. Until I made him return to his natural state, thinking
he was tied and chained and could not move out of position. Then he made a
wonderful bucking pony of a straight-boy. Jake worked diligently at my ass,
licking without fatigue, his tongue lapping at the insides of my hole and
delving deep into me. I took the boy slowly, enjoying both sensations, grasping
his cock like a lever to pull him back and forth on my shaft. At last I
orgasmed, deep inside him. He cried out joyfully, making me laugh.
I cuddled both boys in my bed, enjoying the sensation of their hard bodies
against either side of me, their hard cocks pressing hopefully against me, and
pushing their mouths down to my nipples and telling them to suck softly.
"Well, Derek," I said, after Jake had served us both breakfast and given me my
morning blow-job while I looked at the paper, nice and slow the way I liked it.
"I am not quite sure what to do with you. What do you think you would like?"
He looked uncertain and began to blush. "I honestly liked last night, Sir. More
than I thought I ever would."
I nodded and pulled Jake up onto my lap and slid my cock into him. He began to
ride me, the muscles of his ass grasping me tightly as he stroke my cock with
the soft flesh of his hole.
"Derek, you are free to go. You will not be able to speak of anything that
happened here." Jake rode me faster, then slowed down... he was so well trained.
I took a deep breath to keep from coming. "And perhaps we will see you again."
For a moment he looked confused and then my program left his mind and his face
cleared. As he realized what I'd said I saw an honest look of disappointment
cross his open face. I pushed deeper into Jake's ass and he whimpered. Derek
looked at us as if what we were doing had only just regitered - he looked
appalled and disgusted. He seemed in the same moment to realize he was naked and
then saw his clothes in the living room where they had been shed last night.
"I don't know what you did to me, but I am out of here. If I ever see either of
you again, it'll be too soon." He nearly ran to his clothes, pulling them on as
he made his way to the door.
"Oh, by the way Derek," I called out to him. He turned back to us angrily. "Feel
free to tell all the other wrestlers that Jake is a class A cock-sucker."
Jake whimpered deep down in his throat, wanting to object to the denigration
that this would cause, wanting to say it wasn't true. I began to shoot deep into
his ass.
It was only about a week later when the door-bell rang and Jake answered it.
Derek walked past him and came directly to me where I sat reading and listening
to music.
"Yes," I said, "I thought we'd seen the last of you."
He blushed furiously and licked his lips.
"Get down on your knees... crawl to me."
He looked as if he was at war with himself and then he dropped between my legs,
each muscle moving as if he had to command them seperately. I parted my robe and
pulled him by the hair to my cock and felt him lick my shaft tentatively. I
shoved deep down his throat and was rewarded with a sigh of contentment. I
picked up my book and began to read where I had left off, his hot mouth making
the technical details of the text even more interesting.
The challenge, when your dreams have come true, is to think of new dreams. I had
exactly the boy I had always wanted. He could now have the conversations I
wanted to have. He was trained to please me in the most sutble and specific ways
imaginable. And now I had a matching pair. One objected to nothing and had no
mind of his own while he was with me, unless I freed it. The other was addicted
to the replacement of his will with my own. Both of them watched women pass us
by with a look of hopeless rapture. And if the women looked back at them I would
reach out and pat their asses or stroke them like puppies, and watch them blush
furiously.
I didn't particularly want more boys. I have never been a great one for variety.
And what more would I look for - more muscles? More intelligence? More
obedience? I simply changed their training programs and their diets, or I
changed the make-up of their courses... and every time either of them wrote an
essay for a class their obedience was intensified and reinforced. Every once in
a while I had them service someone else. Perhaps a man I liked or thought
deserved some special treat. Or if they annoyed me - which happened rarely -
then I punished them with other cocks in their mouths and asses. If I'd thought
either of them enjoyed it at all I would not have done so, but really they
wanted only me and both of them worked so hard after such sessions to please me
even more.
They studied and I made sure they got good grades and studied the things I
wanted to talk about. Derek had switched universities to be close to me and I
had bought a huge bed to hold us all. The wrestling coach at the university
couldn't believe his luck, but was dismayed to find out that Derek like Jake,
refused to travel.
I had our local fetish shop make them matching collars and leather jocks and a
double leash so that I could take them for walks through the leather bars. They
would oil each other up and groom themselves to make me proud. They had grown to
quite enjoy looking like black and white brothers and had their hair cut in the
same style. Occasionally, if it interested me, I would allow them to be used in
a scene. And sometimes, for a faculty event, I would dress them up in matching
conservative suits and take them as my companions. The other professors found it
quite shocking. I didn't much care what they thought.
At last, as I had expected, the army came to check out what I had been working
on. I think they knew before they got there.
The representative they sent was a handsome older officer, dressed in
plainclothes for the visit of course, but stiff and regimented in every movement
and every word. He walked in with a barely concealed sneer. Obviously, he knew,
at the very least, that I was interested in men... and I would have bet that he
had seen it as one of his many jobs throughout his career to save army boys from
guys like me. And now, he suspected I had invented something that would thwart
every little pep talk he'd ever given on morals and family values and the nature
of real men.
"Professor, we have had reports that everyone is talking about your boys and
wondering how you are managing to keep them... so obedient. May I be frank?"
"Of course."
"Are you continuing your experiments with the artificial intelligence program?"
"Hmmm... I think you must agree to a demonstration in answer to your question...
General?"
"I am used to having my questions answered directly, Sir."
I merely smiled.
When I made no move to back down, he nodded in the briefest way. "Go ahead,
then, demonstrate."
I waved the boys to me and whispered in their ears. They nodded and went towards
the general.
Derek leaned close to kiss his lips and the general backed away frantically.
"Now, then, let's stop this right away!" he cried out. Derek and Jake looked
back at me. I shrugged and motioned that they should proceed. One clasped a hand
over the generals mouth and the other began to strip him. He was very strong but
they were now, of course, experienced wrestlers. He was soon naked, red-faced
with indignation.
"Stand him up." They complied and I had them turn him around for inspection. I
stroked his ass. A good ass for a man of his age. A pretty cock - thick and
blunt and short. I flicked the head of it with my finger and he yelped in anger
and said, as they always did, that I would never get away with this. I nodded to
them and they bent him over. I inserted a finger roughly and listend to the
muffled yells that came from him.
"I told you I would demonstrate, General." I motioned for the boys to tie and
gag him and when he was nicely trussed up I pushed him into a chair. I signaled
for the boys to strip and kneel down in front of us.
I had trained them to perform so skillfully. I took my own chair and sat back to
watch the show. The whole length of Derek's black cock slid down Jake's throat
easily. Derek kept up a lovely rhythm, sliding deep past Jake's wet pink lips. I
could see the General's cock growing hard despite himself. I laughed and he
looked away, furious. I leaned over and pinched his nipple, hard. He gasped.
"Don't look away from the demonstration you requested, General. And do relax and
enjoy it - they can go for hours like this, without ever coming. In fact, they
only orgasm when I tell them to. You can see how well trained they are. Imagine
what fun it would be to have one of them in every platoon."
The boys took turns - using their mouths and asses on each other, moving ever so
slowly and then picking up the pace to a savage rhythm that had the General
wincing in sympathy as he watched their cocks pound down their throats or asses.
His own cock was rock hard now and his face was flushed.
"Why, General, when was the last time you were so excited I wonder?" He gritted
his teeth and fumed. I could already see that he was torn between what had
always been a hidden desire and his own values. "I do think you want these boys
- which one would you like? Or would you like both..."
His quick glance at Jake gave him away, before he said, from between clamped
teeth, that he was a happily married man.
"Do you have a son, then?" I smiled sweetly at his look of disbelief and then
horror as he realized what I was suggesting. "What fun," I said softly.
I turned on the computer from the console that I had made. With it, I could
control everything in the house. And everyone, of course. I redirected the
program to flow through the stereo - a pattern of heart-beats and whispered
suggestions that mixed indiscernibly with the music. It was nearly as effective
as the computer screen. I watched the battle for control of his mind that was
being fought behind his eyes. The General struggled against his bindings - sweat
beading on his head. It was very beautiful to watch him fight so bravely, a
battle he could not win. No conscious thought, no conscious vow, no act of will
could hold up long against the insidious program that wormed it's way deeper and
deeper below the conscious mind and then welled up as a set of unarguable
impulses to obey me.
Gradually he stopped struggling. Tears coursed down his cheeks. I leaned over to
him and whispered the word. He was mine. I signaled to the boys to stop their
lovely dance of lust and desire and untie him.
I signaled for him to approach me and he stood to walk over. "No, I think you
had better crawl to me, boy." His knees buckled under him and he began crawling
over to me, naked and crying. When he was close enough I took his head and
pushed him down. He began to suck immediately, with the same tentativeness that
the boys had demonstrated. I smiled down at the sweet sight of the General with
his mouth full of cock.
"Get the camera," I said to Derek. He found it and brought it back. I nodded
assent and he began to photograph the General, first with my cock in his mouth,
then I had the two boys fill his mouth with their cocks at the same time and
photograph him. Finally, without any lubricant I had Derek push his long black
cock into the General while Jake fed him his meat, and I photographed them at
work.
"Enough," I said. "Come back to us, General. Remembering everything that has
occurred."
He pushed the boys off him furiously and stood before me in a battle-ready
crouch, snarling like an animal.
"Don't be silly. All I have to do is whisper a word and you are mine again.
You'll obey my every whim. And you want to be very very nice... or these
photographs will find themselves widely distributed on the internet. And no
matter what you say - no matter how true the story you tell of your innocence -
you'll be finished as an army man."
He subsided a little, still obviously trying to find a way out of this
predicament.
"There is no way out. Is there, Derek?"
Derek shook his head 'no.' I looked at Jake and the General followed my eyes.
Jake shook his head 'no' as well.
The General, a good strategist, knew when he was beaten. He hung his head and
his body relaxed.
"Very good - come here."
He walked over to me. I hadn't realized how huge his balls were. I tried to take
them in my hand and couldn't grasp them both at the same time. He was blushing
prettily. I graped the skin behind them to push them out in a tight shiny sack
and pulled. He winced. With my other hand I slapped his nuts. He gasped and
tried to pull away but quickly realized that only increased the pain. His penis
had shrunk to a tiny nub.
"I could send you back into a trance and you could enjoy this very much... or
you can continue as yourself and work hard to please me. Which do you prefer?"
"Myself." He didn't even hesitate. One had to admire the willpower. He knew he
could be signing up for nearly anything.
"Really? I'll want your son - sooner or later - you do know that?"
He glared at me and looked as if he was ready to spit. I almost expected him to,
but I saw in his eyes some thought that while he was in control there was a
possibility of escape and that he would bide his time. He cast his eyes downward
in a pretense of submission, to hide his intentions. I laughed and pulled
feircely on his balls, twisting them hard, waiting for him to cry out. I was
amazed at how long it took to make him do so.
I enjoyed our months with the General, as he swallowed our come - a bitter pill
- and licked our asses and took our cocks up his own - and filed a report that
said that there was no substance to the rumours about my boys and I. After only
a few weeks he changed. I discovered, through an accidental meeting when I was
having him drive and accompany me to a gay club, that his wife had left him and
that he was raising his son alone. When we turned away from the friend who had
greeted him and asked so soliticiously how he was doing and went into the gay
club I looked back to see his friend gaping and then a look of understanding
crossed his face. The General was frighteningly scarlet and I worried for his
heart. I suppose that the little games I was playing with him were having some
effect at home.
About this time I realized that the General was beginning to enjoy the feel of
his cock sliding into an athletic butt - and instantly I was bored by him. My
fetish is so specific. I only wish I was one of those men who can be made hard
by rubber and ropes and the pretense of slavery.
I began to talk to the General about his son, whom I had not yet touched. There
were several interesting weeks that followed, seeing who the General would bring
over to satisfy my whims rather than giving up his son to us. During this time I
did not allow him to fuck the boys, of course. He had been enoying it too much.
He brought over aides who worshipped him... and I had them worship me. He
brought me Marines, chauffeurs, sailors, his fellow officers and privates who,
with his new sense of a man's ass, he thought would please me. He began to think
up new delights for me to try with them. I continued to mention his son every
once in a while. He began to perform like a porn star in hopes that I would be
distracted from his son. I would sigh and say what a shame it was that his son
had to spend so many evenings alone... he brought me his son's friends.
At last the night came that he arrived with a lovely young black Marine who was
quickly brought under my control and stripped. His cock was huge. The General
looked at me hopefully, proud of his find. I reached over and slapped the big
black cock and then the boy's nuts and watched his shaft thicken and his nuts
draw up tight in self-protection.
I signaled to the General to drop to his knees and he began heroically trying to
fit the meat into his mouth. I slid a dildo up his ass to help him concentrate
and the Marine's eyes rolled back in his head as the General took his cock
deeper than, I am quite sure, it had ever been taken before. I signaled to Jake
to come close and replace the dildo with his own cock. He fucked the General
furiously.
"My goodness, a whole three inches of cock is being missed here, General," I
said heavily. He whimpered. "Wouldn't you like to have your whole cock sucked,
boy?" I said to the Marine. Of course he nodded hopefully. I brought out a
blindfold. "I think that perhaps the difficulty is that you are keeping your
eyes open - you don't believe that you can swallow what you can see is so large.
This should help." I tied it around his eyes and grabbed the Marine's balls and
pushed him forward. The General was gagging as even more of the gigantic cock
slid down his throat. "You see how much easier it is when you only believe?" I
said, laughing at him.
"Now let me see you take turns on his ass - I want it rough," I said to the
boys. They complied, fucking him deep and fast. He whimpered. I took a turn
myself. While I rode him I signaled to Jake and, very quietly, he left us and
went to bring out the surprise.
The boy did not resemble hs father much. His hard cock was longer, though the
thickness of it showed his genetics. It was dripping with pre-come as I'd had
him worked over for the last few hours. Only his ass was untouched as yet. The
General seemed actually to be enjoying the trio of cocks that were taking turns
pumping his ass - he had taken more of the black cock down his throat than I
would have believed possible. I signaled to Jake to get the camera.
I pulled out of the General roughly and pushed the boy to his knees behind his
father. Jake began to photograph them. At a nod from me he slid his cock up the
slippery hot hole - it was probably his first time. He began pumping with the
un-rhythmic thoughtlessness of the inexperrienced, the General's ass bucking
under him like a wild pony. When I could see that he was ready to come I pulled
him off his father and pushed the Marine away, replacing the huge cock with the
boy's - it slid deeply down the General's throat, his balls tight and furry
against his father's cheeks, and he began to shoot, crying out guttarally. The
General swallowed bravely but the come began to run down his cheeks and chin. I
had Jake take a close-up.
When the boy was finally done I pulled him off and told the General to get on
his back. His thick cock was rock hard and jutted off his belly in a way that it
probably had not done since he himself was a teenager.
"Let's play a guessing game, shall we?"
I pulled the boy over to his father and had him straddle the General's belly. I
lubed up his tight pink hole - for a moment wondering if I should take him first
and then deciding this was too deligthful to miss out on - and then pushed him
down. He gasped and I looked deep into his eyes. He sank back slowly, gritting
his teeth. He would have done anything I asked. The General moaned with delight
and began to slide back and forth into the tight ass.
"That's just fine... now here is the game. If you can guess whose asshole you
are fucking, you can come - how's that for fun?"
The General pumped, harder and faster, and the boy caught his rhythm. There was
something singular about watching them as Jake moved around them taking
photographs. It was as if their relationship made them sense each other's needs,
even though neither had any idea who the other was.
As the General came closer and closer to needing to orgasm he began saying who
he thought it was - Jake was his first choice... he even suggested it was me.
At last I said to him, "Oh dear, I'm afraid you are going to lose this game." I
pushed the boy forward and slid the hard dripping cock out of his ass, but kept
him straddling his father's belly. I knelt behind him and slid into his ass.
Despire taking his father's thick cock, the boy was delightfully tight. After a
few moments of bliss I withdrew, reached down and took the General's thick cock
in my hand, squeezing it harshly.
"What will you give me if I let you come?" I whispered.
The General moaned; his cock was leaking pre-come profusely. "More guys...
anything you want."
"Your son?"
"No!!!"
I sighed heavily. "Are you so sure he wouldn't enjoy these games?"
"Leave him out of it!"
I pulled his nuts and twisted cruelly. "Do you think you give the orders here,
General? That's not quite our agreement."
He grimaced and moaned. Incredibly his cock grew harder. I slid it to the boy's
slippery hole and popped it in. He shoved it deep and hard and the boy moaned. I
followed with my own cock and enjoyed the feeling of or two cocks sliding
together in the deep hot channel.
"Oh God, please... please... let me come..."
I could see what an act of will it was for him to hold back. I signaled to my
boys to get ready and they silently came to crouch on either side of him.
I began to thrust against his cock, sliding against his meat as he begged me to
let him orgasm. Finally I was ready and called out, "Come for me, General." As
we both began to shoot our loads the boys whipped off his blindfold and held him
down by the arms. He pumped his come into his son's ass as he looked up,
blinking in the sudden light, to see his boy, sweating and grunting above his
body, grinning mindlessly as the two cocks pumped him full of sperm. "Yes!!
Yes... no, no... no."
He was beaten in that moment. I flipped him over and told his son that this was
his father's ass and I wanted to see how much he loved his dad. We watched his
son fuck him gently and lovingly as the tears rolled down his cheeks. .