The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Collecting Things" 11 (M/M oral bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I see, so what you're saying, Rex, is that you want me to pick up on your father's duties."
"Of course you will be receiving the same benefits, as father would."
Michael adds, "And for your 'master' duties, I'm sure we can arrange some type of..."
"Wait a minute, Michael. Don't forget that I worked for Rex's father at one time. I can tell you that he treated me like a dog at times. No, let's keep this nice and businesslike. Taking him on as a slave with be entirely my pleasure!"
"Sounds aggreeable to me. What do you think Rex?"
"If it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me, Michael."
"Well, it looks like we've struck up a deal here. Now when do I get to see my new slaveboy?"
"The night's young, Jim. How about some young fun?"
"Young fun, Michael?"
"Yeah. If you hold on a second, I'll be right back."
Michael ascends the stairs, headed for a specific room. He knocks on the door, opening it.
"Ben? John, you aslee...huh?"
Rico, lay out on the bed, John and Ben slurping away at his body.
"You come in Michael. It okay."
The two slurpers stop their oral workover, looking up.
"What's up Michael?"
"Um, well.... I thought... ah, can I steel Ben away from you, Rico?"
"Me, Michael?"
"Yeah. Got somebody downstairs I want you to meet, Ben."
"You take Ben. I can have John, okiedokie?"
"Ben, you up for some action tonight?"
"Sure. What do you have in mind, Michael?"
"Could be some heavy s&m, if you're up to it, Ben?"
"Hell yeah! Okay, Rico?"
"You go. John and I play, okiedokie, Michael?"
"Sure. No problem."
Ben, already standing in front of Michael, asks, "Should I put anything on?"
"Ah, no. I think you're good the way you are, Ben. Sure you're up for a good workover?"
"Um, what do you think?"
Michael laughed, as he looked at Ben's hairy pubes.
Walking down the stairs, Michael tells Ben, "Now I want you to know that this guy Jim, can be as fair as me."
"That's one worry I had when I thought you and Rex weren't interested in John and I anymore, Michael."
"Well, I hope you got that out of your head, Ben."
"Oh, John and I understand now. And Michael, thanks."
"Hey, wait and see how sore you'll be tomorrow, then thank me."
"No, I didn't mean about that. I'm talking about..."
"I know what you mean, Ben. Um, by the way, I'd suggest using a safeword tonight."
"If you think I should, Michael. You know this guy Jim, better than I do."
"Oh, you better believe it. He can get rough."
"Sounds hot."
"But don't worry, Rex and I will be there."
"Are you going to help Jim torture me?"
"Is that how you want it to go, Ben?"
"Hell yeah, Michael. That'd be so cool, having two or even three tops torturing me, at the same time."
However, when Michael reported back to the den, Rex wasn't there.
"Where's Rex?"
"He said he had a splitting headache and for us two guys to have a good time."
"Splitting headache, my eye!" Michael said, smiling.
"Yeah, I figured the same. Hmm... what have we got here?"
"Jim, meet Ben Morris."
Right away, Jim moves away from the hospitable person he's been all evening and switches on the dominant mode.
"Stats, boy," he demands.
Ben replies, "Twenty years old, five feet, nine inches tall, hundred and seventy-six pounds, eight inches cut, black hair..."
"I can see that, boy. Still a virgin?"
"No, sir."
"I guess I have you to thank for that!" Jim says to Michael, who smiles back.
"Experience, boy?"
"I've only played with Michael."
"Hmm," Jim says, looking to his friend, "Looks like you skipped the chapter on manners, Michael?"
"Ben's into taking pain."
"Oh, no problem. I can get into that," Jim replies, then adds, "I just happened to have my toybag in the car."
Thinking that Jim will go out and get it, took Michael aback. Instead, he gets on his cellphone.
"You can come in now."
"One of your slaveboys, Jim?"
Ben questions, "You have slaves? Real slaves?"
"Didn't you teach this boy anything, Michael?"
"Hee heeee... told you, Jim.."
"I know, Michael. He likes pain... just pain."
The doorbell rings. Michael goes to answer it. Standing there, is a man, not too much older looking than Ben.
"And whom might you be?"
"Tom, sir."
"Enter, Tom."
Michael watches the totally stripped boy come in, hauling a rather large bag over his shoulder, as if Santa Claus.
"Ah yes, Tom. Come in."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Well, I suppose since you're putting Ben at my service, the least I could do is offer fair trade, Michael. Tom?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"You will be Master Michael's boytoy for this evening."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, sir."
"What's your limits, Tom?" Michael inquires."
"No limits, sir."
Jim looks at Ben, then asks, "And what are your limits, boy?"
"Um, no..." Wanting to be just as good as Tom, he continues, "No limits, sir."
Michael butts in, "Some limits, Jim."
"I see. A 'no limits wannabee'."
"I can take a lot of pain!" Ben says indignantly.
"This might be true, but your manners are atrocious, boy."
Ben doesn't say anything.
Michael offers, "Then maybe you should focus on some slavetraining, Jim?"
"Is that what you want boy? Train to be my slave?"
Michael winks at Ben.
"Yeah, I think that could be fun."
"Oh, it'll be fun alright!" Jim replied.
Unlike Jim's home, the Jarvis mansion had a basement, but it wasn't outfitted like a medieval dungeon. However, it did have some amenities, that could help in binding a boy for some hot bdsm.
"Nice stripes, boy."
Ben noticed Tom being complimented and replyed to Michael, "Thank you, sir."
Ben replied to Jim, "Thanks you, Sir."
"Boy, take my toybag and lay out each item on that table over there."
"Yes, sir."
"Your old humiliation tricks, Jim?" Michael asked.
"Yeah. Lots of fun when some of these new guys see what I'm about to use on them."
"Hee heee... you still pack the branding irons?"
"Yeah. Only had one guy, that didn't shake in his boots, when he saw them."
"Oh?"
"Yeah and in fact he wanted me to use them on him."
"No kidding and did you?"
"Sort of."
"You branded the guy?"
"After I tied him eagle-spread, I stoked a fire, with the branding irons in the hot coals. After I blindfolded him, I took another set and put them in a vat with ice."
"You dog, Jim!"
"Yeah. When I pressed the ice cold branding iron in the middle of chest, he screamed like hell, then cursed me out... haa ha ha ha.. what a turn on!"
"Hmm..."
"What's that for, Michael?"
"I'll see how much I can dig up, for later?"
"Michael, you ole dog!"
"Nice assortment, sir," Ben told Jim, signifying that he had all the toys laid out for his use.
"See anything that turns you on, boy?"
"Lots of things, sir."
"Tell me what interests you, boy."
For whatever reason, Jim liked the attitude of Ben, not caring that he didn't know every rule in the slaveboy's discipline book. For a change of pace, he wanted to step out of character with Ben and play as Michael would.
"Some of these larger buttplugs look like fun, sir."
"Call me Jim."
"Jim?"
"Yeah. LIke you call Michael, 'Michael'. You don't call him sir, do you Ben?"
"No, sir.. I mean Jim."
"So, which toys would you like to experience?"
"The buttplugs, those balls on the strings."
"They're called Benwa balls and can be quite intense."
"Hey, I'm not looking for any easy stuff, Jim. I like pain."
"What area of your body, Ben?"
"Anyplace; cock, balls, ass, nips, navel, whipping my back or chest..."
"Sounds cool, Ben. Your safeword will be redgreen. First I need a blowjob."
As Michael took Tom away to a secluded area of the basement, Jim has Ben stand over an area where his body can be tied eagle-spread. After getting his cock throughly lubed, he rubbed it against Ben's rear.
"Bet you want this inside you, boy?"
"Maybe."
'Maybe...hmm!' Jim thought to himself, wondering about Ben's audacity. After all, that's not what his other boys have thought about his nine and a half inch fat nail, after seeing it in it's full glory!
"Let's see what we've got to work with, shall we?"
After wetting his two fingers, Jim plays with Ben's ass. First he picks up on the ass crevice, all hairylike. If this was one of his other boytoys, his ass would be shaved smooth. However, Ben, a big turnon from the start and nothing like any of the boys he's played with, the extremely hairy asscrack made his cock pulse, as he felt for the rim of his asschute.
Ben sighed, "Ooooooh," as Jim found the small opening, geared only to fit one finger into.
"Tight! Nice! Real nice!"
Going to where Ben had laid out all of his toys, Jim picked up one of the buttplugs his boy had handled.
"Yeah, right," Jim exclaimed, "not yet. Don't intend on ripping that ass wide open yet!"
Placing the long, wide torture toy on the table, Jim picked up a slender dildo and a tube of lube. After icing it up, like buttering up a layer cake, he came back around Ben.
"Oh, you're gonna like this!"
The tip of the dildo just fit into Ben's asshole.
"Oooooooh....oooooooh....oooooooooohhhh!" Ben sighed, as the neat toy fit right in, without any contraints.
Even though Jim felt great pleasure in working a guy's ass, as he did with the dildo almost fully implanted in Ben's, he eyed up the almost faded welts on his back.
'No limits, huh?' he said more for him own benefit. He retrieved the dildo in one quick jerk, out of Ben's ass. Returning to the toy table, he once more picked up the buttplug that Ben had termed, 'wide'. He didn't grease it up as much as the dildo. Returning to Ben's backside, he eased the tip into the tight ass crevice. Ben sighed out loud, his mouth forming an 'o' and reacting, when the tip of the buttplug touched his assrim.
"Oooooooooh..." Ben called out, bracing himself, as his assrim didn't budge when Jim forced it a bit.
"Ready for some 'real' pain, boy?"
Not sure of his capabilities for accepting, but his throbbing cock telling himself he wanted it, Ben let out a decidedly, "Yes, sir!"
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" The scream came long and loud, as Jim pressed the wide buttplug in, stretching the twenty year old's ass entrance.
"You can say 'yellow', if you want me to back off, boy."
"No fuckin' way!"
A wide grin filled Jim's face. If his slaveboy, Tom, had answered him in that frame of manner, he would have been punished, but for Ben's worth, Jim got a thrill at both the painful groan elicited and the untrained slave's stamina.
With still holding half the buttplug in his hand, Jim rubbed Ben's shoulder, saying, "Still got more pay coming at cha... ready, Ben?"
If any of Jim's top buddies, whom he played with often, ever heard Jim say something like that to a boy, they would have cussed him out, accusing him of being a 'woosie', 'wimping out' or becoming a 'softee'. No, the crowd Jim played with would adhere to 'torture first and ask questions later'!
"Ready for me to stuff the whole thing up your hairy ass, Ben?"
"Um.. okay."
Another thing, if this was any other boy, Jim would have put his fist behing the power and driven that fat plug right in. However, with a hand still on Ben's shoulder, he slowly pushed the buttplug upwards, moving it quarter inch by quarter inch into Ben's asschute.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Iiiiiiiiihoooooh fuck!" Ben yelled out.
"Should I stop?"
"No fuckin' waygnnnnnnhhhaaahhhakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
So tough was getting that buttplug lodged fully into the tight hole, that Jim used a trick that would put less of a strain on his arm. Putting both hands on Ben's shoulders, he placed his knee against the flat bottom of the buttplug and then lifted his leg. The counterbalance of his arms pulling down and his knee pressing upwards, lifted the buttplug in.
Ben screamed out loudly, his cock leaking like a sieve. Suddenly Jim found himself doing something he never thought he would ever do, in a million years. His hands had flowed down Ben's back and around his torso, Jim's fingers interconnected above Ben's bellyhole. Placing the eagle-spread landscaping jock in a full body, bearhug, Jim's chest adhered like glue, to the stripped back.
"Feels good, don't it, Ben?"
Hardly able to express what he felt at this moment, Ben said, "Ooooh fuckin' yeah.. Feels sooooo...so hot..."
Experiencing something for the first time, the twenty-eight year old topman pressed his own human buttplug up against the artificial torture toy, wanting himself buried in there, instead. However, his bod also took in the warmth of his hairy chest and stomach up against Ben's back, sensing something electric, as he held the twenty year old in his arms. Some boys he allowed himself to get close to, but none as intimately as he began falling in with, as Ben. His hands began to paw up and down the stretched out body, running over the lightly hairy pecs, tweaking the jock nips, then dividing his hands, to feel the effects of the niptwisting, farther down.
For Ben, he had the ultimate experience, intense pain mixed with the sexuality of the moment.
"I want you, Jim," Ben said, trying to turn his head to his side, to capture Jim's lips.
If Jim had started in on the slave training bit, from the beginning, he might've taken Ben's talking out of turn, as defient. Yet, he couldn't breakaway from the body hold and when he sensed Ben's turned head, he stood up straight, to be able to put himself out, in order to touch lips.Slowly, one of his own shoulders began to dip under Ben's armpit. Like sliding past someone in a crowded hallway, Jim slipped right around Ben's body, the newly builtup sweat lubricating the slippery passageway. His cock broke from the artificial ass opener, along Ben's hairy thigh and then lined up with the jock balls. Standing two inches taller than Ben, he easily gained access to the luscious lips, as the front of their bodies met. Stretching his arms out, as if hanging in bondage with Ben, Jim began fingering the ropes, as they French kissed. Jim soon found Ben's arms flopping down over his own shoulders, his rough garden-hewn hands drawing in his shoulder blades, as they molested each other's mouths. After a spell, one of Ben's hands fell to his side, then around his torso, to his ass.
Ben broke off the kiss to exclaim, "Wow! That sure is a big one!"
Jim laughed, as Ben felt up the flat end of the buttplug.
"Still hurt?"
"A little, but it feels so awesome, too!"
"Ready for some really intense ass action, Ben?"
"Sure. What do you have in mind, Jim?"
Like the spider and the fly, Jim wanted Ben in his lair and the reflex left him with an immediacy. Holding onto Jim's shoulders, for stability, he untied the rope from the leather cuffs around Ben's ankles.
"Y'know I really like these leather cuffs, Jim."
"You do, do you Ben?"
"Yeah. So.... erotic!"
"Erotic, Ben? Oh no, you haven't experienced erotic, but before this night is over, you will have! C'mon!"
"Wait, Jim... aren't you going to torture me some more?"
"Oh just you wait, Ben!"
Taking a few choice favorites off the table; a pair of alligator clips with a chain attached, two white candles, a lighter, a thick leather strap, ballgag, some rope and a buttplug, meaner looking than the one up Ben's ass, Jim led his new boy up the stairs.
In the meantime, Michael wanted to take full advantage of Jim's gift of the evening, however he thought about Rex's 'splitting headache', too. What would be the perfect cure, other than some smooth, soothing, massing action? Of course, as he approached the toy table, he noticed the two empty ropes hanging from the crossbeam.
'Jim, you ole dog!' Michael said to himself.
"C'mon, Tom. Help me pick out some of your 'favotires'!"
Michael laughed an evil laugh, but his now easy going attitude, which Tom picked up on, made him think that there would be more pleasure than pain for the evenings continuence.
"I see that the fun alligator clips are missing, but these should do."
"What makes them less fun, Tom?"
"These? They don't have the gradual tension screw the other pair has."
"Oh, so you get the zapper all at once?"
"Yeah, but don't get me wrong, Michael. They'll feel really awesome on my nips. Hmm.. both big buttplugs are missing too."
"I wouldn't worry about that. I'm sure we can improvise."
Tom laughed along with Michael. After all, Michael had released the twenty-one year old from any obligations, when they first began their play.
"Ever get into any navel play, Tom?"
"Navel play? Why, no. I didn't even know there was such a thing. At least Master Jim hasn't done it. Sounds interesting. I'm willing to try it."
Definitely, it grabbed Tom's interest, as Michael stuck his pinkie in the boy's navel, giving it a twist.
"Oooooh fuck yeah! Oh man does that feel hot, Michael!"
Looks like Michael had another bellyhole worshipper on his hands!
"Hey, Michael?"
"Huh?"
"Are you really into whipping? I noticed Ben's back. Would you want to do me?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Um, could you get into whipping my cock and balls, too?"
"You don't have to ask silly questions like that, Tom!"
Michael had to hurry up and get to work on Tom before he shot his load right then and there.
"Hey, I got an idea!"
"What's that Tom?"
"The ropes are already here... how about it?"
Even though Jim had used the leather cuffs, Michael got the same idea. Well, his original plan had been to take Tom upstairs to the bedroom and share him with Rex, but there would still be time for that, that is if Tom didn't ache and hurt too much afterwards.
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"Oh yeaaaah! Oh fuckin' yeaaaaah!" Jim cried out, as he mashed his chest against Ben's.
Willing to suffer a bit himself, Jim's 9.5c ground into Ben's crotch, as his chest scraped over Ben's nip-clamped chest. In his mind, Jim's nips sensed the erotic feeling of having the chained toys mingle with his own sensitive nips, the little facets making his hairy nips hard as rocks. He couldn't get enough of Ben's sighs of pain and pleasure mixed. At times Jim would fall to Ben's side, looking up at his face. Ben's blackened armpits stood out, as his hands remained coupled behind his neck. With some sharp pulls on the chains, the sharp alligator clips would dig into Ben's nips, causing him to scream out in pain. However, as he stroked that precum out of Ben's 7c, he knew how much sheer pleasure they both sensed, drawing it from each other.
"Yeah... Ready for a tighter experience, Ben?"
The twenty-eight year old picked up the ballgag, as he straddled Ben's torso, mixing their sexual organs with the sweet goo. Before applying the mouth tool, he bent and kissed the sweet lips.
"Oooh, you're gonna really like this," Jim said, pairing their cocks up before giving them a couple of mutual strokes.
Next, Ben looked down at his right nip, as Jim's hands figited with the tension screw. Then focusing on each other's eyes, like searching down into their soul's for a connection, Jim smiles, as he untwists the screw. Jim felt the ride, as Ben arched his back, screaming into the ballgag. His right nip was on fire with pain. Jim got an extra jolt, as right then and there, Ben's cock erupted, sending a stream of cum straight up..
"Oooooh shit!" Jim cried out, as ropes of cum continued to shoot out, hitting Jim in the chest and stomach.
Then, like he didn't even expect it, his own cock began it's own spurting. As he sensed it's first pulsing action, Jim's hand went to his pubes and he stroked like mad, sending the first two shots way over Ben's bod and hitting the ballgag. Successive shots wound up covering Ben's chest and stomach, the last seven or eight rounds filling the hairy navel. Jim didn't wait to wonder why it had progressed so fast. His body slapped down onto the jeweled chest. Not even thinking about it, he licked his own cum off of the ballgag, wanting the use of Ben's mouth so badly. A hand uncoupled the leather binding and soon enough Jim got his wish. After awhile, he produced the handy key, which unlocked the metal cuffs.
"Now... make love to me, Ben."
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"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkk! Oh fuckin' yeah!"
Michael was beside himself with erotic lust, as Tom shook in his bindings, with each lash of the strap against his upper back.
"Oooooh don't stop! It feels so fuckin' good!"
But Michael did, to give his willing victim a breather and to feel up the heat displayed by the eight or nine red welts that crisscrossed the twenty-one year old's back.
"Hot," Michael soft said, as he felt the temperature of Tom's skin.
However it was about to get hotter. First though, Michael wanted to add some heat to the front of Tom's body. He picked up the more intense set of nipclamps. As Tom looked on, Michael opened both jaws and then held them like that over his targeted area. Like two target boards, Tom's mostly smooth chest supported to rounded wisps of brown hair, circling each nips. Not wide, but tightly clutched to his chest, the two nubs, previously firmed up, remained in store for a hot treat.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Tom screamed out, arching his back.
Michael's hand immediately went to Tom's shaft, gently stroking the already leaking shaft.
"Not too much now!" Michael said, smiling, knowing how turned on Tom is.
Tom looked down at his own throbbing chest, cursed at the alligator clips, firmly attached to his chestnubs, digging into the darker brown skin, like sharp razors. Several more times he arched his back, as if throwing his chest out, forward, would relieve some of the stress, or on the contrary, cause further pleasure!
"Now, before we continue the whipping?"
"Oh fucking nooooooooooo!" Tom called out, as he watched Michael pick up a couple of small weights from the table of torture gear.
"Giving up so soon, Tom?"
"Noooooo... oh fuck no... bring it on!"
Michael's cock and churning balls gave him even more incentive to proceed. Taking one of the small, round weights, with a hook attached, he held the middle of the connecting chain up, so that both of them could take in the view. Then, as part humiliation, he ordered Tom, "Open that mouth."
He lay the weight laden chain across Tom's tongue.
"Close." Then, picking up the leather strap, Michael tells him, "You drop the chain boy, you cause your own pain, so don't blame me!"
Reporting to Tom's rear, he eyes up a few areas of the untouched back and gazes at his ass. After running his hand over the shoulder blades, down his back and then over the smooth mounds, Michael stands back, letting the leather strap dangle. He holds out, gearing Tom's adrenaline rush up, for the ultimate strike.
Tom gets a double whammy of a pain/pleasure rush, as Michael puts all his weight into the lash that strikes from the left side of Tom's back, just under his left arm, upwards, the tip of the strap striking over his right shoulder. The pain of the leather striking his skin cause him to scream out in mortal pain, opening his mouth wide, dropping the chain, the weight falling to his midchest area, bouncing a few times, tearing at the sharp alligator clamps that bite into his nips. Michael continues with the ultimate thrill, giving Tom two more lashes, one across his back and a second tanning his asscheeks. The small weight wreaks havoc on Tom's nips, pulling them outward and downwards.
"Ready to give up, Tom?"
"Oh fuckin' nooooooooooooo!" He shouts in between the pain.
"Hot!" Michael replies, wondering if Ben is as tough as Tom here.
Yeah, Ben was tough when Michael whipped him, but he hadn't played with Ben's nips or balls, or any other area of his body. Now his mind wondered how tough Tom's balls could be. How much could they take? But for the moment, he wasn't done with Tom's nips, picking up another weight that equals the one already making the chain sag, pulling the tips of Tom's nips away from his pecs. Again, Michael plays the game, telling Tom to open his mouth. He liked the way Tom's ass reddened up right away, at striking it with the leather strap. This time, doubling the strap, he holds it back, readying to deliver a torturing blow.
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