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From the author:
This is my first attempt at 'hot fun writing', be kind. Your comments are welcome. RUBIGGER@HOTMAIL.COM
Introduction / Explanation
A young man's first experience, the awakening of his male sexual desires, was with 'bigger boys'. Though Mark is enviously endowed by most standards, there's always the comparison. Although the two boys who initiated him were only a few years older then he, he carries a mental picture and comparison from that experienced that has branded an image of massive endowment indelibly on this brain.
Mark is grown into a strapping, handsome young man with a problem. His lasting image of enormous, throbbing erections and the tremendous pleasure derived from his first sexual encounter haunts him. He lives with a need, a hunger. An emptiness that needs filling and will never be filled.
-= Dreams =-
CHAPTER ONE
He stood at the urinal next to me, milking his cock to erection. I turned my head sideways, giving him a long, slow, open appraisal. He was young, but not too young, somewhere in his late twenties. He stared straight ahead with well- practiced indifference to my scrutiny. He took his hand away from his long, thick meat. It's so ripe and full of juice that it twitched powerfully from side to side. The heavy looking, light pink crown was deep-ridged.
A picture flashed across my mind of that grossly big cock-head working slowly in and out of Mark's asshole. My prick quickly grew stiff with the image.
The man was unaware of my hard-on, of course. Hands on hips, pelvis thrust slightly forward, his meat danced and throbbed as if it were an independent part of him.
Typical hustler, I thought. He'll do nicely.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked matter of factly.
He jerked his head in my direction. His narrow, cool gray eyes told me that he had known the score almost from his moment of birth. His features were sharp, his complexion swarthy. He was handsome in a slightly sinister kind of way. I could have done much worse, I thought. He certainly looks the part, at least.
"Sure," he grunted.
Apparently he had decided that I was reasonably affluent looking. That's what studs like this one searched for in tea rooms, an affluent cocksucker.
Well, I was comfortable enough. Though I think he's got something quite unexpected this time. Or had he? I doubted if anything ever had, or ever could shock him.
I took him into the hotel bar. It was mid-afternoon, and the bar was not very crowded. He would be able to talk things over and not be overheard. He was dressed neatly. He wouldn't look out of place.
"You live here in the hotel?" he asked after we ordered our drinks - bourbon and water for him, vodka over ice for me.
"No, I live outside of town," I answered.
He shrugged indifferently.
I got right to the point. I told him as briefly and bluntly as I could what it was I wanted. I told him about Mark. He stared stonily ahead, taking it all in without a sign of emotion. When I finished talking he took a sip from his drink.
"Sounds wild," he said, his voice flat.
"How old is this Mark?"
"How old?" I said, smiling thinly.
"He's much younger than me. He's young, but not as young as he was." And I failed to suppress an hysterical little giggle. He glanced at me sharply, wondering if he hadn't connected with some kind of nut.
"Mark's twenty six," I said soberly. "Okay?"
"Don't matter," he shrugged. "I just wondered."
"My car's in the garage," I said. "Shall we go?"
He shrugged again.
I drove slowly. Mark would not expect me back so soon. And with such a handsome well hung treat! Instinct told me that this one would work Mark perfectly, deep and hard. As I drove I thought, how strange his dreams had affected my life and given me Mark.
Driving home with the arrogant stallion I picked up in the men's room, I hope this stud will nearly sate Mark. The little audience gathered awaiting my return will give him added pleasure. If it weren't for Mark's dreams...
"Nice place." he said as we pulled into the driveway. It's the only thing he has said during the whole trip, except to tell me that his name is Jack. He's obviously looking forward to using Mark. His only reservation when we talked over our drinks was that my slave would be able to take all of his cock. "Everyone wants it and no one really takes it all. They only want to lick and suck my cock head. When I want to bury it in their fuckin' ass, only the size queens let me try. Even they start squealing it's too big".
I assured him Mark would swallow every inch. When he was ready to mount Mark's smooth round buns, he could drive it to him like a truck.
I've never picked up anyone this good to bring home to Mark. I fix Jack a drink and excuse myself to find Mark.
Rounding the corner onto the patio I see Mark's sleek buns as he's just stepping through the patio doors. He's found where I've left Jack to wait. He probably heard us arrive and is looking for me. He's been taught always to greet me naked and prepared to be fucked. He can never wear underwear. Underwear would be a needless delay. Mark can drop his jeans the instant I offer his ass to a stranger or when I want it for myself. It would be rude to keep a man waiting to fuck his sweet ass.
Walking toward the doors, I can see Jack with his legs stretched out before him. He is sipping his drink. His cold, narrow eyes flick quickly over Mark's nude body.
"Groovy," he says. He takes his thick, long cock from his trousers. He drapes his flaccid tool around the bulge of his balls, still encased in his tight jeans. A few thick inches lay flat on the chair's seat.
"Suck it!" he says.
Mark assumes the dog position as trained, on hands and knees. I've taught him well. This is the most generous position, making all of his assets available for the taking. It's not for him to choose. It's not his place to show preference.
Yea, he is perfect! As I walk through the doors, Jack roughly takes Mark's ears in each hand. With a controlling grip he pressures his mouth down on his now ridged, massive cock.
Guests begin to arrive a few hours later. Three people I have met within the past year, Don with a new friend, and Vance. He is long-haired, fresh- faced, young.
"Vance has never watched a slave in action before," Don says.
It is a warm evening, as I lead all of them out onto the patio to witness the scene I have arranged.
The timing is just right.
Mark is lying across a table on his back, his knees pushed down to his chest. The thick 'doorknob' head of Jack's cock wedging Mark's slick shaven cheeks apart.
"Like it big huu? You feel that hard, heavy pressure against your little pucker whole? That's my big dick.. feel good? I can feel that whole starting to give way. I'm going to bury every thick inch in you slut ass."
We gather around to watch. I have told the others that I have picked up a stud in a T-room. Jack's body is quite white, too white, but the muscle-tone is good.
At nearly the same instant Jack's lips pull back and he sucks in air; Mark lets out a guttural moan. "Yea you fuck, my big fat cock Head's in your slut whole now. You want it bitch? Ride me. Ride Me!! Back on it! Reach back here and pull those sweet cheeks apart. Ride it... you want it RIDE IT!
Mark does as he's told, as he's been trained. He's pulling those smooth cheeks wide, squirming, bucking... pushing back as hard as he can on his back with his hands full of his own ass.
"You want it? You want it! Rid it slut! Drive that thick shaft deep in your little pig slut ass." Jack has crossed his arms across his ample, chisels chest, pressing his hips forward. He's given himself a view along his flat, hard stomach. He can watch his massive cock being worked by Mark's hungry ass.
And it is the face and of course the cock that we all ogle. The thin lips curled slightly in a grin, the narrow eyes glinting with lust and cruelty.
Oh yea, his rod feels so good. Thick, really stretching my ass. Oh fuck I need it deep... gotta make it feel good for him to please master. Fill my need fucker, bury that cock, find that never filled spot only the dreams reach.. the dreams... oh fuck... the dreams...
Jack grabs Mark's hip-handles and has taken full control. His stream of obscenities is sublime as he works the cock-head in and out of that puckered hole. And Mark's whimpers and moans tower above even the loud, raspy, coarse words, eyes rolling back he's lost in the lust, lost in his dreams....
It's hot. It's dark. There's a rhythmic drum beat, pounding, far off setting a tempo to the night. The only light a small brazier in the corner. It flickers a golden light across the glistening ebony skin of the witch doctor. Reclining on leopard pelts, he's naked except a ceremonial tiger tooth necklace. His cock is enormous, looking more animal then humane.
I'm tied, standing spread eagle, arms outstretched with only gauzy brief shorts covering my nakedness. Sweat tickles as it beads and rolls down my chest and stomach. It wets the native, nearly transparent shorts, soaking them and making them cling.
There's a pleasing pressure against my crotch a rubbing, probing though no one's in the hut. The witch doctor, still reclines on his couch across wide the dirt floor of the hut. He's fondling a straw doll. The doll wears a small rag around it's middle. It's strangely similar to the native, open weave shorts covering my nakedness.
The witch doctor caresses the doll, tenderly rubbing it's miniscule loin cloth. My crotch is warming. My cock thickening watching him caress the doll. It's as though he's caressing my groin, my cock, my balls. The pleasure is indescribable torture. I want to grab my meat and release the building desire. The sensation, the friction increases, my body reacts to unseen fondling. My cock swells & grows. Thicker and stretching, larger then I can ever remember being. My cocks' so thick, so hard...
He's straddling his massive cock with this strange doll. There's a pressure, pushing up between my legs, under my falls against my thighs as though like I'm straddling a fallen tree. He manipulates and caresses what can only be some totem of ME! He rivets me with a glaze, glassy eyed stare.
Oh fuck! My cock is so fucking hard, so ready. I can't separate the pleasure from pain. I don't understand. Why haven't I spewed a heavy load into these bizarre shorts.
Squirming with near ecstasy, I see for the first time. Through eyes barely open. Nearly hidden in the darkness. The walls of the hut are decorated with cocks! Some carved, some painted. Others seem to be dried animal cocks, so large and unfamiliar I can only guess at the animal. I recognize one as horse, having seen a stallion grazing with his extended dick hanging inches from the ground. Another probably donkey or mule and at least a half dozen dog cocks.
As this realization registers at some level below or mingled with the over ridding sexual torture in my mind. I'm also aware of a massive, wet pressure against my ass.
So unexpected I arch my spine forward bending my neck back to see. A natural instinct to defend myself with the only futile means available... The sight is as frightening as the sudden and insistent pressure against my ass..... nothing. There's nothing behind me though my ass is clearly being assaulted.
The fabric of the native shorts is clearly being pressured into my crevice. Spreading my cheeks. Pulling the rough cloth tight across my hips and ass. Some monstrously thick round intruder is trying to penetrate me!
I turn a questioning look to my captor. There is an irrational explanation as my captor, master of magical sexual powers, presses the ass of his strange voodoo doll against the swollen head of his massive cock.
His lips, drawn back, exposing gleaming white teeth in a sneer of sexual ecstasy. With a firm grip encircling the doll's mid-section, his massive, mean looking cock, threatens to tear the doll apart. Through some mystical transformation, his massive cock, is immense in human proportion. His supernatural member, the intruding force spreading my ass, feels at five times that of his blood pulsing cock.
The sound is real! The rear seam surrendering, ripping under the pressure of the unseen intruder. My own ass has turned traitor relaxing, inviting the invasion. My hole is giving way to the unrelenting pressure, stretching, opening, tearing itself wide to accept and embrace this inhumane, unseen engine of lust.
The pain is excruciating. My mind reels and hovers at the edge of unconsciousness. The pain lessens, stops or is being shut out by my mind but the piston, pounding, driving assault impales and suspends me.
The bonds at my <<* 31. COMPLEX SENTENCE >>^ wrists and ankles no longer restraints, my feet lift off the dirt floor and no longer support me. The restraints now simply provide ^<< 31. COMPLEX SENTENCE *>> resistance to the impaler to push deeper.
The pounding, driving pace reaches a fast, frantic staccato. My ears are ringing, a fever spreads across me from head to toe. An unquantifiable lust grips me and I scream, breaking the silence that has blanketed the hut.." FUCK ME, TAKE IT! USE IT! FUCK MY SLUT FUCKING ASS!"
With my ass filled with demon summoned monster cock, more filled then anyone could ever be, in a real world, a sudden massive explosion erupts deep inside me. Filled even more until I'm sure the invasion must be nearing the back of my saliva thick throat.
The explosion erupts and subsides simultaneously as a gusher of thick, molten hot, stringy, ropy semiliquid spews around the thick unseen shaft of my assailants inhuman cock. A demon flood drenching my ass, legs, pooling and spreading to encompass both of my spread eagle feet.
I'm suspended on the impaling invader, lifting and subsiding in rhythm to the far-off drumming, like the throbbing heart of the planet; lifting, subsiding, up, and down.
It's too much. I scream, possessed of a lust so wanton, so encompassing, I want more! I want the witch doctor's massive black stallion cock! I want his animal cocks. FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME! SHOVE YOUR DAEMON COCK DOWN MY THROAT! I WANT TO DRINK YOUR LOAD. GIVE IT TO ME. FUCK ME IN THE ASS. MORE! FUCK ME MORE! AGAIN! GIVE IT to me, Take it, give it to me.. take it, USE ME.....