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" 16 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Now the problem is, who gets it first!"
There, in the upstairs bedroom, which the four shared during their hours of lust and resting, the three brief and black tie clad men stood, as their master paced the floor.
Carson whispers to Michael, in a whispering sort of manner, "Since when does Michael Sardi bow down?"
"What did you say boy?" the eighteen year old directs, to the badboy who's spoken out, without permission.
"Me? Bow down? I um..." Michael responds, to the question inquired by Carson
"Did I give you permission to speak, boys?"
"No, Master Rex," the two answer, as if the school teacher asked.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkooooohshiiit!" Carson screams out, as Rex gives him a baby tap of the leather strap flatly, in a downward nip ring.
Michael giggles, saying, "What a wimp!"
"Wimp, huh?" Rex directs to Michael.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Gnnnnnh! Oooohshiiit!" Michael carries on, as his left pec glows with a red spot, through his dark forest of chest hair.
"You two are very bad boys!" Tom ventures to say, since Rex he saw that Rex let him get away with a giggle.
"Yes, they are being bad, aren't they, Tom?"
Carson pouts, saying, "Hey, how come Tom is getting away with speaking without permission?"
Rex gives him a logical answer, "Because of this..." responding with the demonstration that proves much ado about nothing, Rex places the belt around the back of Tom's neck, holds it with two hands and then reels him in for a kiss.
It had to be the 'more than a few beers' that caused Michael to take on such a sarcastic attitude with his master. Of course, neither Rex, nor Tom or Carson would be any different. That's what got them moving the party from the grand ballroom, to their little suite, upstairs.
Michael continued addressing Rex, "My royal apologies, sire!"
He completed his statement, with a salute.
"Oh, you're gonna get it now...hiccup! Michael!" Tom replied, not minding his own P's & Q's.
"You're all gonna get it! Turn around and bend over the bed!"
"Yes, Sir!" Tom replied, turning twice around before falling face first into the mattress.
Even though he could get away with it, Tom missed the 'neglect', volunteering for punishment, even though he was forgiven without the asking. Carson kind of tripped over his own feet.
"Did you mean me too, sire?"
"Yes, I meant you too, but before you do...."
Rex didn't pass up the innocent moment, walking up to Michael, embracing and placing his firery lips up to his lover.
"Mmmmmm....."
"Fine, now show me some ass, Michael!"
"Oooooh," Michael sighed, like a little kid.
However, he completed the trio of six white mounds, forcing his hard erection into the bed, in the middle of the other two. Rex eyed up his targets. Like a comparison chart, showing the variations of hairy asses, it proceeded from left to right. Carson's smooth body, except for the treasure trail from his navel to his balls, his ass remained totally void of any hair, as if shaved to perfection. Michael's ass showed a light covering of dark brown hair, seemingly originating from his lower back, in a trail straight down his crack. Rex had 'inside' info, knowing that Michael's deep crevice had a thick trail of hair, buried deep to his chute. Eyeing up Tom's hairy ass, it's no secret either, to Rex that his whole hairy ass covered him, into the crevice as well. His cock has been stimulated by the hairy matter, many times within the month that he's had Tom in his company, as a friend and bedfellow.
"Yeah and after I whip each ass to perfection, I'm gonna fuck everyone of ya's!"
As Rex looked upon the three asses, wanting to redden each one, he decided to hack away at Tom's first.
"Oooomphfff!" Michael let the air out of his lungs, as Rex sat on his back, straddling him, backwards, facing his ass.
"Looks like we know who's gonna be first! Akkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Carson let out a yelp, as Rex slammed the leather strap against his ass.
"Hee heee... you a badboy, Carson...Akkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Michael, sizing up his actions, receives a lash across his ass, as well.
"Hee... heee you guys are sooooo bad! Akkkkkkkkkkk!" Tom cries out.
"You're all badboys," Rex tells them, "however.."
An evil thought comes over him. He already knows that Michael would take anything he could dish out. Carson, as well, but it's Tom that turns him on the most, when it comes to punishing a body. Plus, he already knows that Tom shoots a hot load, from being punished.
"Yes, Master Rex?" Carson and Michael reply, as if responding to their first grade school teacher.
"I've decided that absolutely worst attitude is from this boy here!"
Reaching over, he pulls on Tom's hair, lifting his head up.
"Oh yeah... I'm being such a son-of-a-bitch tonight, hiccup!" Tom replies, grinning at Rex.
Rex, jumping off of Michael's back, stubs his shaft on the hairy asscrack, his ooze buttering up the hairy crack, as if a knife slobbering mustard on a hotdog.
"You two swine," Rex yells in his most convincing voice.
"Yes, your highness?" Carson says, half drunk.
"Hold the prisoner for punishment!"
"Hold him?" Michael says.
"Yeah, like grab his arms or something!" Rex tells them, not sure exactly what he meant in the first place.
Michael says to Carson, "We could fight over who holds his cock! Hee hee.....Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Oooooooh shit!"
"Michael, you're such a badboy... why dost thou provoketh me?"
Shaking it off, Michael overlooks the lash of the leather strap that has left a red mark over his shoulder and down his back, turning to Rex and saying, "Sorry. Kiss and make up?"
"Um, excuse me," Tom says, tapping Michael on the shoulder, "but Carson has my arm. You gonna take the other one? Can we get on with this?"
"You bet your sweet ass, boy!" Rex exits from the sweet moment, realising that he's left the two in limbo. "Well just don't stand there, Michael. Grab Tom!"
Michael wiggles his eyebrows.
"Not there!"
"OWWWWWWWWCH!" Michael screams out, as Rex literally 'whips' his hand away from Tom's crotch.
"Serves you right, boy... yeah... oooh yeah, that's sooo hot!" Rex exclaims, as he watches Carson and Michael take hold of Tom's wrists.
What a fucking hot scene, as Tom's back faces Rex. Carson mimics Michael, facing Rex, with Tom's left arm straight across, in front of him. Tom's hairy forearm, rests in the nook of Carson's elbow, resting on his left bicep. Carson's right hand holds the twenty-one year old's wrist. To Tom's right, Michael too faces Rex also, the six footer's hairy, right forearm lays across the makeshift binding, Michael's right bicep, his captor's left hand, holding his wrist.
"Spread those legs, boy!"
Like a piece of machinery, in sync with each part, Carson and Michael each move their feet, closest to Tom's outstretched, bound bod, curling them around the almost twenty-two year old's ankles, drawing them apart, as they slide against the oriental carpeting.
"Wider!" Rex yells, well knowing Tom's legs are spread already to the max, seeing his balls and tip of his 8.5c hanging down between his legs.
To Rex, this is the ultimate of ultimate positions, involving the three hottest men of his life. His throbbing, leaking 8.5c keeps kicking over, like a stalled car engine, the driver keeping the key turning, to make it kick in, as he views Michael's 9c stiff as a walking stick, jutting between his fully loaded balls, waiting for the punishment to begin. He's not sure of Carson's will, but the proof is there that the thirty-one year old blonde is getting his natural high off of this, too.
"How many ya gonna giv'im?" Michael asks.
Now, more into the punishment of Tom, rather in bringing any other incriminating evidence against the lot, Rex replies to his lover, "we'll start with a measly ten and work our way from there."
"Good idea," Michael replies, watching the extension of Rex's arm, the thick leather strap tap against Tom's hairy asscheeks.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Tom yells out.
"Whoooooooooooa!" Carson's reaction registers.
"Oh fuck!" Michael calls out.
Rex laughs his ass off.
There, before him, Tom's reaction, screaming out loud, when he struck him point blank across the ass, with the leather assbeater, caused Tom to arch his back and at the same time lose his balance, being stretched onto his tippeetoes. Carson, more drunk of the three falls backwards, onto the bed, taking Tom with him. Michael has no recourse but to careen backwards, too.
"Ooooh shit, Michael... you're crushing my balls!" Tom yells out.
"Feel any good?" Michael asks him.
"A little... second thought.. hell yeah!"
"What's this? A fuckin' circus?" Rex yells out.
With his hands on his hips, the leather strap dangling from his hand, on his right torso, Rex takes in the lunacy. However he starts to grope his erection, as he watches Michael's snaking hand reach in between Tom's legs, capturing his balls and gently squeezing. Next, Michael notices Rex watching his hand. He kicks Rex lightly in the leg, to get his attention, then Michael's grin lights up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. Rex flashes his smile back.
"Yeah... Do it, Michael," Rex gives his whole-hearted permission.
"Do what?" Carson asks, then answers his own question, as he looks between Tom's legs.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkk! Ooooh shit! Akkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkk!" Tom reacts in a flurry of both pain, then pleasure, then blurts out two short reactions to Michael's mishandling of his big globes.
As if trying to escape, even though it's pleasuring him tremendously, Tom crushes the bedcovers in his hands, pulling himself up towards the top of the bed.
"Yeah... Tom! Hot!" Michael replies, as his grip stretches the two orbs farther downwards.
"Heey, can I try that?" Carson asks, placing his hands around his own ankles and lifting his legs up to nearly his shoulders.
"Your cue, Michael!" Rex says, swatting Michael's hand away from Tom's balls.
"Ooooooh!" Tom sighs, at the feeling of the grip loosened on his orbs.
In an even exchange, Michael gets up, moving his hairy bod over Tom, to address Carson's desires. Rex, still with the leather strap in hand, slaps Tom's ass.
"Turn over, Tom."
With the scene restarting, Rex decided his cock needs attention real bad.
Tom, smiling, says, "You're gonna work my balls some more, aren't you, Rex?"
"Yeah, but first 'my' balls need some attention!"
With his arms tightly cemented to the sides of his bod, Tom lays there, Rex's knees keeping them in place, as the twenty-one year old hairy-chested captive lays under his ass.
"Open up real wide, Tomboy!"
Not disputing the action one bit, Tom opens up for the swelled 8.5c, letting the eighteen year old stab the full erection inside.
"Mmmmmmm," Rex hears, as he sinks the full length in and down Tom's throat.
"Oh yeah..." Rex sighs, feeling Tom's soft throat milk his rigid cock.
Now, with a more rhythmic approach, Rex slides out a little and then leans forward, his balls slapping up against the underside of Tom's chin, as Rex plunders and ravages the orifice.
Such a hot fuck he's having, Tom so willingly accepting the meat down his throat, that Rex orders, "Hold your ankles Tomboy. Spread those legs nice and wide!"
Trying to concentrate on the deep throat fuck he's getting, yet wanting to please them both, at this point, Tom bends his legs, grabbing for his ankles, with both hands. He completes his objective. Rex knows he has, as he feels both of Tom's hairy thighs on his back.
"Wider, Tomboy!"
Tom's legs slip open. First Rex reaches back. Their eyes connect when Rex holds in his hands Tom's wet balls. Their eyes remain focused on each other, as he takes his left hand away from the wet globes. His right hand, holding the leather strap, moves behind his back. Rex grins. He takes hold of his cock with his left hand, sliding it completely out of Tom's mouth. It's as wet and juicy as both of their sweating bodies.
"You know what I'm going to do, don't you, Tom?"
"Hell yeah! Do it, Rex!"
Tom doesn't wait for Rex to replace his cock in his mouth. He bends his head forwards, surrounding the bulb with his lips. Smiling, Rex leans his pubes forwards, his balls taking their place at the base of Tom's chin. Not being able to see a thing, Rex raises the leather strap. The stare, unbroken, remains between Tom and himself, unbreaking.
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnh!" Tom sighs, the cock muffling his cries of sweet pain, the twenty-one year old's eyes squinting shut.
Rex feels the rough ride, as Tom arches his back, the self-bound feet pushing against the mattress, after the leather strap ushered in it's sweet torturing of Tom's balls.
"Was a little worried that I might of wound up with a severed cock!" Rex now safely joked about the torturing strike.
"You sure have guts, Rex!"
"Oh, I didn't know you paid attention, Michael."
"Yeah, well no guy in his right mind would whack a guy's balls with his cock down the guy's throat!"
"I guess it's a matter of trust."
"Just the same Rex, if I were you, I wouldn't press my luck!"
Causing Tom to let go of his right ankle, Rex leaned over to kiss Michael on the lips.
"Hmmm... hot ass, huh Michael?"
"Oh yeah... Carson's got a hot throat, but right now I feel like a hot fuck more!"
Michael leaned into every stroke of his 9c, pumping his hard shaft in and out of the blonde's ass, as he pinned Carson's arms to the top of the bed.
"Don't think he's not getting some pleasure out of this."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me, Michael. I can see that even though he's almost wasted, those nips of his are getting a workout rubbing on the bed!"
"Oh yeah... oh fuck! I think I have to speed up the process."
"Good night, Michael!"
Knowing that Michael's sweaty body would be ready for sleep after he shot his load, deep into Carson's ass chamber, they kissed each other goodnight. Turning his attention back to Tom, he heeded Michael's warning about whipping his balls, while swallowing his cock.
"Ooooh, you're not going to whip my balls anymore, Rex?"
"C'mon, Tom. Let's leave Michael to his hot fuck!"
Standing at the side of the bed, Rex reached out for Tom's hand. Like sometimes happened, either two of the four would break into a couple and lead the other one to the extra bed in the adjoining suite.
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