Author's note: Wow! I got a lot of mail on the first part of my story, so read on, and let me know if you like it. As I said, it's my first-ever Internet story, so I know it's not perfect--but constructive criticism is always welcome, and compliments make my day!
Disclaimer: This is a story about men getting it on with other men. That's right, gay sex, and lots of it! So, if that gets your knickers in a twist, or if you're too young to be reading such garbage, please go play somewhere else. I'm sure there are some nice, wholesome Disney sites out there you'll find amusing.
A CUP OF JOE, pt. 2 (m/m, domination, oral, rimming)
Lying on his back, still tied, his face coated with the young stud's sperm, his back wet with sweat and with the stale piss that covered the rubber sheet and rolled toward his body, Brad took a moment to think about his situation. That morning, he'd been just another good-looking 28-year-old gay man getting a cup of coffee. In the last hour he had been rough-housed, bound, humiliated, peed on, and forcibly penetrated in his mouth. Now, he lay totally exposed on a stranger's bed, a stranger six years younger than him even, loving the sexual attention he was getting and craving a chance to please this stud even more.
Although he had yet to shoot his load, Brad was more than satisfied by the experience. Yet, something told him it wasn't over. In fact, he thought it might be merely the beginning of a long episode of pleasure to come. How long would he remain at Joe's apartment? Another hour? Overnight? Days? What if he didn't show up for work tomorrow? Who would find him? How would they know...
"So bitch, it looks like your dick is still hard," a voice interrupted from the bathroom doorway.
Lacking the energy yet to move his whole body, Brad strained to turn his eyes to see his new daddy, still naked, with a gym towel over his shoulders. Joe had washed off his spent dick and was now using the towel to wipe some sweat that had collected on his pectoral muscles during their intense encounter.
Brad merely stared at the stud's beauty.
"You're quiet, bitch." Joe continued rubbing the towel over his chest and the back of his neck as he walked around the bed toward a dresser. Above the dresser was a window facing the street, its blinds shut. "You don't have my dick gagging you no more. And I haven't put the other gag back in you--yet. What have you got to say?"
"I love your cock, sir," Brad sighed automatically. It was the first thing that entered his head, so to speak.
Joe sneered. "Yeah," he said, mostly to himself. "Yeah, you do, don'tcha."
Joe turned toward the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. This gave Brad a perfect view of the top dude's beautiful naked ass. Years of athletics had molded Joe's lower body into a sculpture of toned muscles and sensuous male curves. Seeing Joe in this position, with his bare ass facing Brad and the towel thrown casually over his shoulders, reminded Brad of a movie he'd seen recently, where the young male star emerged from a pool and the camera displayed him nude from the rear as he toweled off. However, Brad's new daddy was even more beautiful than the movie star, and his ass was even more perfect.
The drawer slid shut, and Joe turned back around, a cloth object in his hand. To his excitement, Brad instantly recognized it as a jockstrap. Joe bent over forwards and stepped into the jock, and as he was pulling it up his sexy frame, Brad caught a glimpse of his cock. It seemed to be re-gaining its hardness, but he couldn't tell for sure. Even soft, it snaked considerably down his leg, and Joe had to adjust the jockstrap slightly after pulling it on to make sure the whole unit fit comfortably inside.
Joe stood, wearing only the jockstrap, directly in front of the bed. "You're a cute little pig," he said softly. "You treat my dick very nice."
Brad swallowed, his heart rate quickening from having his master once again in such proximity. After a moment, he repeated: "God, sir, I love your cock."
"I know you do." Joe continued standing there. The dim light from the window above the dresser behind him backlit his stunning frame. He looked like an angel. "What else do you like about me, bitch."
Brad didn't know where to begin. "Your beautiful muscles, daddy. Your legs. Your handsome face. Your voice. Your whole body, sir." Just reciting the elements of his lust made him swoon, feeling dizzy. He continued, choking. "Your...your great, tight ass."
Joe smiled. "Yeah?" He swiveled slightly, and the fading daylight played off his tan globes. Brad saw the stud in profile, the V-shaped torso tucked into the jockstrap on top, the bounteous tight flesh of his glutes protruding from the rear, curving down to join his legs--muscular, hairy, unblemished, the easy build of a young man whose endless exercise yielded Michaelangelo-like results.
Brad sighed again. "Yeah. Sir."
As he stood there, smirking at his prey, Joe made up his mind what he wanted next.
"OK, little piggie, if you like this ass so much, I'm going to give it to you." For a moment, Brad thought this meant his daddy wanted a fucking, but Joe read his mind. "No, not like that, slut. You can DREAM of the day I let you fuck me. Right now, I want to you to get in there with something else. Your tongue."
"Oh, yes sir..."
With that, Joe climbed onto the bed, straddling Brad's face backward, and as he leaned forward over the young man's bound torso, his meaty butt hovered inches away from the bottom's face.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asked, teasing. "Is this the ass you were talking about, bitch?"
"Yes...oh, yes, sir..." In those few seconds, Brad's dick had gone from painfully hard to near-explosion. He couldn't decide which torture was worse: having such a delicious-looking ass a few inches away from his face where he couldn't lick it, or not being able to take his hard 8-inch dick in hand and satisfy his own pleasure. Of course, he knew that pleasing his daddy came first.
"Tell me what you see, bitch."
"Your hot hole...sir, I want it so badly...I want to lick it and make you happy. I want to use my tongue on your asshole, sir, I want to clean it with my tongue, lick up all your sweat. I want you to fuck yourself with my face, sir. I want you to sit on my face and use me for whatever it takes. To earn your pleasure. Sir."
"Yeah..." Joe was very satisfied with that answer. He pushed his ass backward a few inches so the bitch could stick his tongue inside. "Do it," he commanded, and the bitch started licking.
Joe knew he loved getting rim-jobs, but he was unprepared for the voracity with which this particular bitch was attacking his hole. Even though he was still bound, the young man could still thrust his neck forward to get his whole face buried into Joe's sticky hole. He could hear the bitch moaning and grunting from the exertion: a long "mmmmm" sound, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath and loud grunts. This whore knew what he was doing.
"Oh god, do it," Joe moaned. "Lick out that man-pussy. Eat my ass. Get it wet, bitch. Lick that hole. Oh..."
After a few minutes of intense attack, Brad's head fell backward again, exhausted. "Oh god sir, I love eating your hot hole."
"Shut up, bitch, and keep doing it!" Joe was maddened by the feeling of the bitch's tongue going away from his ass. Still, he knew it was a difficult position. He also noticed that the whore's cock was hard to the point of being engorged, and it was leaking a steady trail of pre-cum all over his tan, hard belly.
After a few deep breaths, Brad replied, "Yes sir!" and renewed his oral attack on his jock-daddy's delicious asshole. He pushed his tongue as deeply as possible into the moist, tight hole, and dragged it all around the walls of the stud's inner channel. As he ate, he was consumed by the feeling of total submission to Joe's pleasure. He was proud to be used as a tool for pleasing his daddy's hole. He could only hope that Joe would use his own hole later...
Presently, Joe pulled his ass away from Brad's probing tongue. "It's OK, bitch, I'm not done yet," he promised. "I'm just turning around to give you better access."
With that, Joe stood up on the bed, towering over his bound prey, and turned 180 degrees so that he was facing the wall. He took Brad by the shoulders and pushed him so that his head was off the pillow, leaving room for Joe to squat directly onto his ass-sucking face.
But before his mouth was filled with Joe's ass again, Brad had a meek request.
"Sir?" he asked.
"What is it, bitch?"
"If...if you untie my hands I can do it better, sir." Brad gulped. "I can pull your ass onto my face."
Joe looked down at the boy. Brad's face was a pool of sweat, and whatever other juices had collected there from the slime on Joe's ass. The bitch was breathless and excited, but probably uncomfortable. He had been tied up for over an hour.
"Okay." Joe stepped off the bed and retrieved the handcuff keys from the bedside table. "But one thing, bitch"--Brad feared what he would say next--"I don't want you touching yourself. You're my bitch and you're going to please me. You're here to make MY dick happy, not your own. Remember, I'm still punishing you for making that mess in my shop today."
"Yes sir." Brad was defeated. He wanted to touch himself so badly it was driving him out of his mind. He didn't know whether he had the self-control to resist it while he continued to eat out his jock-daddy's ass.
Roughly, Joe pushed Brad's body so that it rolled onto its side, then reached behind the boy and undid the top set of cuffs. He removed the rope connecting Brad's wrists to his ankles, but left the ankle cuffs intact.
"There, cunt," he said. "You can use your hands now. But only to make a meal out of this daddy ass."
Actually, the meal itself was so enticing that Brad quickly forgot about his own cock's need for release. He waited breathlessly for Joe to return to his position on the bed. Instead, however, Joe stood by the bedside a moment longer, looking over the specimen before him. Joe's dick was hard and raging from the special attention this slut-boy had been paying to his ass.
"You've got my dick nice and hard, boy," he admitted. "I think you need to suck on it a little more. Now that you're untied."
Brad welcomed the invitation, and instantly reached for the stud's hard log. "Yes sir," he sighed with ecstasy. "Give me your dick to suck on, sir. I'll give you all the head you want."
He wrapped his right hand around Joe's considerable circumference and gave the loose skin a few slow pulls. The shaft beneath the skin was hard as marble. Then, since his daddy clearly didn't plan to move, Brad pushed down on the mattress and shimmied closer to the bed's edge. With his legs still tied, he propped himself into a half-sitting position, and aimed the huge cock for his lips. A second later, the cock was inside his mouth, and he was bathing it with his saliva, his tonsils, his talented lips and tongue.
"Oh, fuck..." Joe emitted a deep growl. This bitch gave some of the best head he'd had. He'd have to hang onto this one for a while.
As Brad continued worshipping the hot pole, Joe resumed his dirty commentary. "You suck so good bitch...yeah...just like a slut...your face has gotten so many dicks...you love it...I bet you've been sucking off dudes since you could sit up, ya faggot...you love making Daddy's cock feel good..."
It was all true, except maybe the sitting-up part. Brad had sucked his first cock at day-camp when he was only thirteen. Since then his face-hole had been used for the pleasure of dozens of men, maybe hundreds--he wasn't sure. He knew there was a time in early college when he sucked at least one dick per day for an entire semester. In high school, when he visited the truck stops and lockerroom glory holes, he would keep track of his head-jobs with hatch-marks scribbled on a school notebook, but after a few months he lost count. A teacher asked him one day what the marks meant, but he never said.
Joe continued: "Oh god...bitch...suck on that cock, get way down on it...yeah...eat that whole thing. Your fuckin' face...your fuckin' wet hole...use it on my dick, bitch. Daddy needs a good suck-job. Daddy needs a hot pie-hole to fuck."
Caught up in his pleasure, Joe moved toward the sucking mouth until he was leaning over Brad's body on the bed, his knees supporting him on the bed's edge as he fucked his pole in and out of Brad's hoover-like mouth. Soon, he got on the bed again, straddling Brad's broad shoulders as he continued humping the submissive boy's face.
"Eat it. EAT THAT COCK, bitch!" His voice gained volume now. "You gotta eat that cream, boy. Gotta make Daddy happy. I want you sucking all that jizz outa my cock, bitch. Suck like you mean it--come ON!"
Even with his mouth full of hard daddy-dick, Brad managed to moan with pleasure at his master's increased excitement. Joe was leaking pre-cum like a water hose. Every suck Brad took sent more of the salty liquid into his happy throat. In this new position, Joe's cock was installed so far into Brad's mouth that he could barely taste the sticky natural lubricant, but he swallowed it dutifully and kept up the steady pace of the face-fuck. With the lowest part of his throat he massaged Joe's raging dick-head, as he flickered his tongue and lips all over the rest of the shaft. He used his hands, now free from the cuffs, to warm and massage Joe's sexy, muscular rear.
"Damn." Joe was breathless, on the verge of cumming, but decided to hold back. "You want this load, don'tcha?"
Wide-eyed, handsome Brad looked longingly up at his master. "MM-HMMMPH!" he exclaimed, nodding his head in agreement.
"I want it, too, bitch. But not yet." Joe slid his dick out of the slave's mouth. Brad gasped for breath, but looked disappointed. Joe slapped the dick around Brad's lips a few times, teasing, as he made up his mind. "Nope," he said finally. "Not yet."
Instead, Joe grabbed the headboard and brought his body a few inches closer, so that his asshole was over Brad's lips. "Get back in there, cunt," he commanded. "I want more of that good rimming you were giving my hot ass."
Without hesitation Brad pushed his tongue up into his daddy's pucker. The familiar scent of Joe's ass flooded him once again, and he started in, rabidly eating the deep, tight chute. He used his tongue, lips, and even (gently) his teeth to stimulate the round lips of the ass, licking it and the hairy skin that pressed into the musky crease. Then he pushed deeper into the ass with his nose and tongue, until his whole face was covered. He flexed all muscles in his tongue so that the flickering tip penetrated Joe's delicious tunnel as deep as possible, while the broad sides of his tongue licked all the flavorful juices that ran down the side.
Because his mouth and nose were covered, serving his master's ass made it a challenge to breathe. Brad took deep breaths only when necessary and held them as long as he could before exhaling into the butt cavity and then snorting for more. His pleasure was multiplied by the smell of his own breath as it mixed with the juices of his jock-daddy's tasty ass.
Up top, Joe was enjoying the meal this bitch was making of his ass. "God, slut..." he moaned appreciatively, his strong legs propelling him against the mattress as he energetically rode up and down on Brad's face and tongue. "You love eating that hole...don'tcha bitch...you love having some hot young stud's ass to dine on...you love me giving you a meal with my asshole..."
Brad tried answering affirmatively, but "Yes sir!" only came out as two indecipherable, staccato grunts. Joe, amused by this, asked with a laugh: "What was that, bitch?"
Brad tried responding again, but again what Joe heard was only muffled, hasty grunts as the bitch continued heavily rimming his ass. Playfully, Joe pushed his butt down harder on Brad's hungry mouth.
"Say it again, bitch."
Brad, terrified of displeasing his master, repeated loudly: "YEMMMMF FFFRR!"
Joe laughed again. "What, cunt? Louder!"
"YEMMMMF FFFR!"
Each time he asked the question, Joe pushed his ass down hard onto Brad's tongue, making a clear reply impossible. The louder Brad grunted, the better the sensation in Joe's ass.
Finally, Joe said: "I don't understand what you're saying. I guess I don't speak BITCH."
And, with that, he mashed his whole ass onto Brad's face, ramming his pucker over the bitch's tongue repeatedly, force-feeding him his asshole. The grunts continued, ever louder, and Brad's hands, which had been clutching Joe's glutes to pull his own face deeper, now started slapping Joe's ass and legs excitedly.
"Yeah, cunt! Yeah! Ride that ass with your tongue! You love it! I'll give you more ass to eat than you'll ever want!"
And so they continued, until their conjoined bodies were a blur on the bed--Brad slapping his daddy's backside, Joe pummeling and punishing the whore's handsome face with his hard jock ass. The only assurance Joe had that Brad could continue breathing was the steady stream of loud grunts he was emitting into his master's ass as he violently rimmed and sucked the tight, insatiable hole.
The grunts built and built until they formed one long scream, broken a few seconds later by sobs as Joe at long last lifted his asshole off the boy and looked down to inspect the situation. Brad's cute face was red from exertion and covered in fluids, and it was fixed with a mixed expression of sheer pleasure and--what was it? Shame?
Then Joe looked behind him. Brad's cock was wobbling, half-hard, newly spent. His smooth, lithe chest was coated with a huge load of sperm, still white-hot, which was just beginning to roll off his pectoral muscles toward the rubber cover on the bed. The bitch's hands were still grabbing Joe's ass cheeks, and Joe realized now that Brad had been grabbing his ass extra hard to prevent himself from masturbating. Still, the excitement had gotten to be too much for him, and against Joe's demands, Brad had allowed his dick to shoot off all by itself.
"Oh. Oh, you bitch," Joe mumbled ominously. "I told you not to do that."
Now Brad cried openly. "I'm...I'm so sorry, sir," he sobbed. "I couldn't help it. Your ass, sir...it made me so happy. It made me feel so good, sir...to get used as a tool for sucking out your ass, for eating your hot hole..."
"SHUT UP! That doesn't MATTER, cunt," Joe said, angry. "I told you not to cum!"
Brad could only repeat weakly, "I'm so sorry, sir..."
Joe crouched motionless over his boy a few minutes more, assessing the situation, letting his anger subside. He felt furious that this bitch had gotten satisfaction without first giving him satisfaction of his own. That wasn't at all the way this was supposed to go.
He left the boy, sobbing and sniffing, on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. He yanked a few sections of toilet paper from the roll, and made a cursory pass at wiping the cunt's saliva from his ass. The jockstrap still hugged his lower body, his half-hard dick tucked inside.
In the bedroom, Brad, still bound, was near delirious. He was very ashamed to have displeased the best master he'd ever had. He hoped he would have the chance to make it up to him. He wondered what his discipline might be.
Joe appeared at the doorway from the bathroom. The sun had all but faded away outside, beyond the shut blinds of the bedroom window. Joe appeared only as a shadow, lurking, studying. Brad felt his penetrating gaze, and his body shook with fear and anticipation. Moments later, he heard Joe's soft, low voice:
"Alright, bitch, here's what we're gonna do."
Brad watched as Joe slowly approached the bed, picking up the cuffs and rope from the bedside table where he'd earlier moved them. Without a word, he re-assembled the hog-tie mechanism, a little tighter this time, and pushed Brad's coiled body onto one side, facing away. Then Brad heard his daddy open the drawer in the bedside table and bring something out. He shuddered to guess what it was.
It was probably just as well that he couldn't see the size of the vibrator. It was the biggest one in Joe's collection, and he only used it on two kinds of boys: boys who he knew could take it, and boys who had been very bad.
He set the tool on the mattress top and squirted some lube onto his hands, rubbing them together. Then he rubbed his hands methodically all around Brad's ass, slowly working open the boy's hole. It took great patience to do this; he wanted more than anything to just shove the thing up this bitch's ungrateful ass and be done with it, and certainly this latest event had pushed him to that limit. But something made him want to prepare the boy's hole first. Maybe it was because he wanted to continue using it later, and that would be harder if the boy were hurt. Besides, cleaning up blood, even from rubber, takes so much goddamn extra time.
To his surprise, the bitch didn't squirm too much as the vibe went in. Maybe never seeing the size of it helped him relax, gave him a psychological advantage. In any case, the boy's hole must be no stranger to tools, because the first ten inches sunk in with little effort. The latter six were more difficult, mostly because at that point the sex toy expanded to its full eight-inch diameter.
Joe installed it with a steady hand, and Brad, like a good bitch, accepted it with a minimum of crying and protest. In the end, as the last tapered bit behind the handle fit inside with a plop, Joe looked down on the boy, somewhat pleased, somewhat avenged. The six-inch handle on the toy pointed inviting toward him, and he thought about taking it and raping the boy with some in-and-out motions. Instead, he merely reached down and turned the switch. The vibrator set to humming, shaking slowly. With a firm steadiness, Joe twisted the switch until it reached high speed.
Brad was still crying, but was trying to remain as quiet as possible. He deserved whatever happened to him, now. As the vibe reached top speed, he let out an involuntary noise that sounded like a frog croaking, then shut his mouth and waited for his next instruction.
But there wasn't to be any, at least not for now. When Joe moved around the bed and into his view a few minutes later, he was dressed in jeans and a shirt. Brad's vision was blurred, and he realized he was still crying, this time from the steady shaking and immense volume that consumed his whole ass.
Joe was back to his normal, even-natured self. "I'm getting something to eat," he announced. "You stay here, bitch, and think about what you did."
To be continued.
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