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This story contains explicitly detailed sexual act between males, all of which, I can assure you, are physically possible.
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Author's Note.
This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, gets to tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to read either or both parts, or press your browser's back button and read neither.
Getting a Life Part 9 - Tim's tale
I didn't sleep for long as the somewhat rough handling my bum had received during the course of the evening left me with an urge to go and empty my bowels. So I got up, crept into the bathroom, crapped and crept out again. Soon I was happily back, warmly wrapped in my lover's arms and snuggled against that broad hairy chest of his.
William getting up in the next bedroom and leaving to do his chores woke me again just as day was breaking. I had had another erotic dream and my bum was slightly sore. I checked back there and worked out that the dirty bugger had finally achieved his ambition, I had been most thoroughly rogered in my sleep!
This time he was going to pay for it!
Silently I left the bed, pulled on some clothes and went down to the floor below. There I borrowed four puppy collars and four dog leads. Back in the bedroom I quietly attached the four leads to the posts at each corner of the bed. Then, with the utmost care, I put the puppy collars round Mark's wrists and ankles.
Moving his limbs into the spread-eagled position, without waking him was the trickiest bit, but I managed it. As each limb was in position I clipped it onto the waiting dog lead. I then adjusted the length of the leads until he was quite secure. I now stripped and sat at the bottom of the bed, between his wide-spread feet, to contemplate a suitable fate for him.
For no good reason at all a long forgotten childhood memory surfaced. I remembered a trick played on me by a male cousin when we were both kids. You see I have a dread of ants, I just can't stand them running over me. My cousin knew this and, one night when I was sleeping over at his place, he played a rotten joke on me.
He waited until I was asleep, then he began whispering in my ear about there being ants crawling all over my face and body. As I was asleep, but close enough to being awake, I was in a sort of "suggestible" state. The net result was I woke screaming that I was covered in ants and just about stripped the bed trying to find them. Needless to say my cousin was rolling on the floor in fits of laughter.
It was worth a try. I nuzzled up to Mark's ear and began whispering in it. "You have got to have a pee. You really need to go! You have got to do it now!" and various other urgent remarks on that subject.
When he began to get restless I gave up on the suggestions and got back between his legs. Once I had his limp cock safely in my mouth, I pressed firmly on his belly, midway between his navel and the top of his bush, in fact right over his bladder. Now the prophecy that I had whispered in his ear was coming true, and I was having to swallow very quickly to keep up with the flow.
About halfway through Mark suddenly awoke. His first concern was he was still in bed and peeing like a fountain. The panic this brought on was a joy to behold. The second thing that he noticed was he was unable to move. They may only make those collars for puppies, but they are quite strong enough to hold someone even of Mark's strength.
The last thing that came to his attention was my mouth round his dick, it was then that the penny finally dropped. All the half asleep yelling and bawling that he had been doing suddenly condensed into two words, which came out at a rather excessive volume, "YOU BASTARD!"
It is actually possible to grin while your face has a cock stuck in it and you are gulping like crazy. However this didn't seem to help as my victim now began to test his bonds while I finished the job of emptying him.
When I was finished I sat up and looked at him. Watching his muscles flex as he tested his bonds made him look magnificent. However he was not a happy camper. "That'll teach you to fuck me in my sleep," I said happily. He had the grace to blush.
"I didn't know that you could do that," said a voice from behind me. Apparently the noise had woken Ziggy who had come through to see what all the fun was about.
"Oh he can manage it, he is a very sneaky fucker, when it suits him," I said grinning, as I played with my lover's cock, wetting it with my spit and working him up to an erection.
"OK Ziggy, you like the way I do blow jobs? So how about I show you how I do it, since I seem to have a cock to hand and the owner can't really object," I said warming to my part. In a flash Ziggy was sitting beside me ready to watch my every move.
"Right, we are going to give Mark lover's balls," I said.
"What's that?" Ziggy asked. I had forgotten how naive the lad was.
"We are going to take him right up to the very edge of an orgasm, then we stop, let him cool off and start again. As he can't reach his cock with his hands, or for that matter rub it up against anything, he can't stop us," I said, and Mark groaned.
So starting with the eye of Mark's cock, I began Ziggy's education. When he had mastered the art of flicking his tongue across the slit and encouraging the flow of pre-cum he learned to tickle the end of it by trying to get the tip of his tongue into the slit. An impossible feat, but quite, er, um, stimulating.
Next was a lesson on the sensitivity of the head, paying particular attention to the underside, just below the eye and of course the rim round the edge of the head. My lesson had to be suspended for a few moments as Mark was now nearly tipping over the abyss.
When I had completed showing Ziggy how it was done, he had a go. I had to pull him off as Mark was surreptitiously trying to cum quietly, alas I could tell when he was getting close, so he never made it.
We moved on to using the lips to simulate entry. Here you force the head through your closed lips and as soon as it is in, you release it, pull back and repeat the process. The actual act of entry is very stimulating and having it happen repeatedly tends to make your partner very excited.
By now we were having to stop about once a minute as Mark was living on the edge of an orgasm. Again, after I was finished showing him, Ziggy had his go. About here Mark's gasps and groans began to change into pleas for release.
I had never seen Mark in this sort of state before. He was as horny as Hell and unable to get his release. His cock was leaking pre-cum at a prodigious rate in a futile effort to assist in reaching a climax. One that was always so close yet unachievable.
When Ziggy had mastered the art of the continuous entry I moved on to servicing the head whilst it is firmly in the mouth. This feels quite different from just licking it as your tongue can be assisted by your lips.
By the end of me showing Ziggy how it was done, we were running at about a 2 to 1 ratio. In other words, after we had worked him up we had to wait twice as long for him to cool off before we could start again. Also, he was beginning to become quite tiresome in his begging. So when Ziggy had gained proficiency in this department I decided to end the game.
"OK, you like fucking me when I'm asleep?" I asked, and Mark managed a nod.
"Why?" I asked and got no answer.
Turning to Ziggy I said, "When they get a bit uppity you can always bring them to heel like this."
I spat on my hand, cupped the wet palm over the naked head of my lover's cock and began rubbing round the head in a circular motion. This causes an over stimulation and does tend to make your victim holler a lot. It caused no pain, just too much pleasure.
"OK, let's ask again. Why?" I said to Mark.
"It just turns me on, knowing that I'm fucking someone who doesn't know about it and hasn't consented," he managed to gasp.
"And do you like it when someone plays around with you when you are asleep?" I asked.
Mark shook his head.
"Right. Here is the deal. You use me when I'm asleep and I will use you when you are asleep. Then we can both get our jollies, but at a price. Agreed?"
Mark nodded and I let my lips touch the tip of his cock. Ever so gently I began to tease the eye of it with my tongue while my hands massaged his firmly retracted balls and the part of his cock that was behind them.
I could feel his load rushing down the length of his manhood and just slid the head inside my mouth before it bucked and shot wave after wave of his much postponed release into my mouth. I'll say this about lover's balls, when they finally shoot, it's a gusher. I did not let his cock out of my mouth until I had sucked every last drop out of it.
"Now Ziggy, I'll teach you how to find all the hot spots on a guy," I said as Mark groaned his protest and strained his strapping body against his bonds.
One of the nice things about the human body is, it is symmetrical, in that you have two of most things. So with me working on the right hand side and Ziggy on the left, starting at the toes, we, ever so slowly, worked our way up to the ears.
Ziggy did balk at sucking toes a bit, however when he saw Mark's reactions he was off. Mark reacted even better to having the soles of his feet licked, then the inside of his thighs. Next we took a ball each into our mouths, an action that made Mark look distinctly worried when we began to growl.
We gave his cock a rest, fought over his navel and had a tit each. I had to encourage Ziggy to bite it as he was a bit squeamish, but in the end he helped me make Mark thrash about. Then we hit his armpits. Poor Mark is a bit ticklish there and having two tongues simultaneously attack made him really check out the design specs of his bonds.
Mark's mouth, nose and eyes were next to receive our attention and finally we hit the ears. Oh God, I had been dying to get a tongue in both of his ears ever since he had done it to me at the orgy. Fortunately we were lying on top of him when we started and even then we both had to hold on.
After a time we tired of this game and I told Ziggy to get off the bed, unclip Marks ankles and jump clear. Then I undid the clips on Mark's wrists. Having ridden the tiger, now I was going to have to do the tricky bit, dismounting. I knew that I was really in for it this time.
I had not long to wait, my lover exploded into a flurry of activity beneath me. I rolled myself into a protective foetal ball. Alas, this did nothing to save me. He just laid me on my side, lined his cock up against my ring and pulled me back onto it. Fortunately I was ready for it and relaxed as he entered me and began a furious fuck.
That lovely cock of his, on which Ziggy and I had lavished so much attention, was now reeking its revenge on my poor defenceless ring. Happily I was enjoying every minute of it. It adds a certain spice to the game if you know that your partner is running along the edge of losing all control as he fucks you.
The thrusts got harder, and then he was groaning as he filled my ass for me. He was too knackered to pull out quickly. Ziggy had been nursing a stiffy since he came into the room so he made no objection to me turning my attentions to it. I motioned him into a 69 and said, "I'll race you. Whoever comes first has got to keep on blowing the other guy until he comes too."
He went for my cock with some gusto. I think he must have been a lot hotter than I was because that big brown monster of his was filling my mouth with his young seed in no time. Not being a complete bastard, I shot my bolt almost directly and he manfully drank his fill.
"I can't leave you lot alone for a minute, can I?" It was William's voice and it came from the doorway.
Mark pulled out of me, turned me round and fed me his cock to clean as he removed the collars from his wrists and ankles. The other pair gasped as I obediently cleaned my lover's weapon. I liked the perversion of taking him in my mouth right after he had fucked me and doing it before the others made it even more thrilling.
"Right, now you have finished that, you can go blow him," said Mark as I completed my task. Submissively I went and knelt before William. From the view that this position gave me of the crotch of his jeans, I could see that he must have been watching us on the bed for some time. He had his cock out in a jiffy and soon I was repeating all the things that I had taught Ziggy.
As was his custom he gave no warning as he dumped his seed in my mouth. I swallowed and sent it to join that of his lover and my lover.
"Right! I'm not finished with you yet. Into the shower with you, and - move it!" Mark's voice was still in command mode, I hurried to obey.
"OK, you pair, come along too. Don't bother putting it away, William, as you're going to need it in a minute," Mark added.
I had an inkling of what was coming in my direction as I stepped into the shower. Mark strode up and pulled aside the shower curtain that covered two sides of the cubical. He positioned the others on either side of him, pointed at the floor and I crouched down.
"Now this is what he gets for tying me to the bed and torturing me," he said as he pointed his cock at me and let go a warm amber stream.
"Aim for his face," he advised the others. William complied immediately but Ziggy had a bit of trouble getting started until he noticed that my cock was fully erect, then he joined in.
The overwhelming humiliation of my lover getting other men - well little more than boys - to urinate on me was perhaps the most intense turn-on in my short career as a gay guy.
As Mark had ordered, they all aimed for my face. Then he told me to open my mouth and I knew better than refuse. None of them missed the opportunity that was now afforded them, thus completing my debasement.
When the flows had stopped, Mark told me to jack myself off. I did and it took me no time at all to shoot. Mark then pointed out the obvious to them; I revelled it. He told me to start the shower and joined me under it.
When the others left he took me in his arms, kissed me and told me I was the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life. We got dried and dressed, I returned the dog leads to stock, but Mark made me keep the collars, then we went over to the house for breakfast.
Sunday breakfast is an informal meal at my folk's house, everyone drifts into the kitchen piecemeal and Mother somehow keeps a continuous stream of food flowing. So while I munched on my Muesli, Mark got a fry-up and my sister arrived with the brats and began helping Mum to feed them.
At a suitable point in the conversation I brought up the subject of Mum and Dad having a holiday.
"You could always let William run things while you are away," I said, innocently.
"Oh no, it is far too much work for one person," she parried.
"Well,, I am sure that he could recommend another student, there are two bedrooms in the annex," I said, still trying the innocent bit.
"Yes I suppose that he could ask around. But perhaps that nice Indian boy who is always slipping in at the weekends might be willing to help," she said, making me nearly cover Mark with Muesli.
"Oh, parents are not nearly as stupid as they look," said Mum. "I don't mind them having their friends round at the weekend, but I do object when they start bringing members of the opposite sex home. You never know what they'll be up to then!"
The silence that followed was exquisitely embarrassing. Mark, Becky and I could not face each other for fear of starting a massive giggle fit. Eventually I excused myself to go and carry the news to William. I made it all the way to the annex and almost managed to tell the pair the news before I became crippled with laughter. God alone knows how the others got on back in the kitchen.
When I got some semblance of control I quickly blurt out the news. The pair of them were ecstatic and hugged each other. Then I told them the funny bit and they too roared with laughter.
Soon it was time to choose our pup. So Mark and I went with William to look over the two litters. For the first time, Mark was faced with a full grown dog. He reacted well, letting her sniff his hand and even petted her before turning his attention to her litter.
When he had looked at each pup we went to look at the second litter. Mark repeated his performance with the second bitch and this time one pup, the runt of the litter, took an interest in Mark by getting a mouthful of the cuff of his jeans and tugging.
"It looks like he has picked you," I said to Mark.
Mark sat on the floor and played with the pup. It might have been the smallest of the litter but it was in no way shy or retiring. It had a good old rough and tumble with Mark and, if you watched carefully, you could see that Mark loved it.
So with the pup selected we were now at a loose end. To get us out of the way while she made Sunday lunch, Mum sent us all off on a ramble. There are nice rolling hills round there, and everyone but Mum and Dad went. Bill and Mark began chatting while leading the group, then William and Ziggy walked behind them, Becky and I brought up the rear with my niece, shepherding her brothers when they dropped behind.
"They make a lovely couple," said Becky nodding at Ziggy and William as they walked in front of us. I had to suppress a giggle as Ziggy was quite unconsciously holding William's hand as they strolled along.
Becky spent the time pumping me on the subject of Mark. It seems that she wanted to know everything about her new brother-in-law. I held back on the kinkier parts of his character and just left her with the impression that he was a big boy and had a healthy sexual appetite.
William and Ziggy got invited to lunch, making it a massive affair. Fortunately Mother had roast beef and roast pork, so there was plenty to go round, even allowing for Mark's appetite. Then all too soon it was time for us to pack our bags.
William and Ziggy got an invite to visit us in London in a couple of weeks by Mark. I noticed that it was a weekend that Phillip had scheduled a party and, going by the innocent look on Mark's face this was not accidental.
Then we picked up the pup, said our good-byes and went out to the car. For the first time since we rented it, I got to drive. Mark went in the back seat with the pup. On the way back, I made a comment about the clash between Ziggy and William's visit and the party. Mark grinned and said that Kevin and Ed would be there too, so if my luck held I would get quite thoroughly gangbanged. This thought made concentrating on my driving difficult.
Once home we took the pup, now named Buster, and showed him round the house. I noticed with some satisfaction that the pup was bonding principally with Mark. I was doing my best to keep in the background. We even took the poor pup round the local park. He was too tired to walk home and he hated being carried.
When we got home with the knackered pup, we put him to sleep in his basket. Then I saw the gleam in Mark's eyes.
"Go to the bedroom, strip and stand facing the wall. I'll be up in a moment," he growled.
So I went off and did his bidding shivering, with anticipation of my fate.
Mark arrived and I was not surprised when I found myself being fitted at the wrist and ankles with the collars. However I was a bit confused when I was told to bend over and he began to lube me up. Then he told me to relax my ass and I felt something that was not a cock being slid into me. It was not very long but it got very wide then quite suddenly it got narrow again and sort of popped into me.
"It's a butt plug," said Mark as he tightened a belt round my waist and connected straps, back and front running between the belt and the plug.
"There! That stops you slipping it out. Now on the bed, face up," he said.
I noticed that the four collars now had lengths of nylon cord attached to them. These were soon tied round the bedposts, firmly holding me immobilised on the bed. Mark now did a leisurely strip, leaving his bulging briefs to the last. In some way, a large male erection looks more ominous when a light garment, like tight briefs, covers it. Eventually he released it from its captivity and let it spring free.
He straddled me and held his erection in his hand slowly pulling the foreskin back. Then he moved up my body and sat on my face. I didn't need to be told my duties; I just began to rim him as if my life depended on it. I could feel him jacking himself off as I tried to get my tongue as far through his ring as it would reach.
Without any warning he moved off my face and shot his load all over it. I managed to close my eyes in time as great gobs of his cum hit my eyelids. Eventually when the warm wet dollops of cum were reduced to a slow dribble I ventured to open my eyes again.
There was Mark, towering above me, cock in hand, squeezing the last dribbles of his load out of his cock and, with great satisfaction, letting it drip onto my upturned face.
"That'll do for starters he said, wiping the last drops off on my lips. "Now I'll show you how to really give someone lover's balls."
Like he had done earlier, I tried to escape my fate but my bonds were too good. But now I knew what a turn-on it was to watch your victim struggle. As his cum slowly cooled on my face, he turned his attention to my cock, normally an instrument of delight, but now to be one of torture.
His tongue started as mine had, at the eye. In about 2 minutes I was begging him to let me cum. He just kept up this relentless attack on the eye of my cock until I was all but shooting and then he would stop.
By the time he moved on to working the head over, his cum had cooled, lost its viscosity and was slowly trickling down my cheeks, itching like mad while I was incapable of wiping it. While my ass was feeling overfull with that damned plug he had forced into me and, try as I might, I could not dislodge it.
I was now desperately trying to thrust my cock into his mouth in an attempt to get enough contact to reach an orgasm, but he was far too quick for me.
After an age, his cum now long dried on my face, he announced that he thought it was time for me to shoot. But he moved back from my cock, leaving it sticking straight up in the air.
Mark picked up a small white plastic box and for the first time I noticed that there was a cable running out from in between my legs and into the box. With a vicious grin, he very deliberately thumbed the switch on the front of the box. Inside my ass the butt plug began to vibrate with a great urgency. One part of it was hard up against my prostate. I never had a chance; I was as hot as Hell already and then he did that to me.
The bastard gave a whoop of delight as each wad of cum shot from my aching cock and flew through the air. Since it was pointing straight up most of my own load landed on me. Only when I was whimpering did he switch it off.
Lazily he straddled me again and I looked up to find his cock dangling before my lips. Again my training was now so good that I required no orders to take it into my mouth while he relieved himself.
"At least this time Ziggy isn't watching you drink it," he said, grinning at my instant blush. My God, Ziggy must have walked into the room while I was doing it this morning. The combined shame of the two incidents began to make my weary cock stir.
But my ordeal was not yet over. He untied the cords from the foot of the bed and retied them at the head. This left me doubled up on the bed with my ass sticking out all ready for servicing.
He unclipped the straps running between the belt round my waist and the butt plug in my ass. With sadistic slowness he pulled the plug free. To get over the widest part on the return journey there was no gentle slope, just a sudden widening.
When he finally got to the widest point he stopped and held it there while he started the bloody thing vibrating again. When he saw that my cock was hard, he gently removed the still vibrating plug from me and switched it off. As it had been inside me for well over an hour, I really did feel empty.
His next move, rimming me, caught me completely off guard. But as I could not protect my ass from his invading tongue I just had to enjoy it. Mark has a talent for forcing me to enjoy myself.
His fingers went on an expedition, searching out inside me, making sure that there was no resistance left in my anal sphincter. Then he spat on his hand, wiped it on his cock and mounted me.
Tied to the bed and pinned down by his weight I had no choice in the matter. I could neither resist nor assist him as he took his gratification from reaming out my well-spread ass. I could, however, watch the expressions flit across his face as he surveyed the cum-stained body he was fucking. He took an incredible delight in debasing his partner before and during sex. Fortunately this was one of the reasons that I loved him.
When he felt he had had enough, he shot his load again and I could feel it thunder into my guts. He lay gasping on top of my bound body. I could feel his heart beating through the wall of his chest and in the pulse in his cock deep in my guts. When he recovered his breath he sat back on his haunches, his cock still in me and jacked me off until I once more was covered in a fresh layer of semen.
He untied me and we went and had a bath together. It was fun lying in the bath, doing all the things that lovers do to each other when they are alone. Strange as it seems to tell, now that I was with Mark, I felt like a whole person for the first time in my life. He was mine for good. At last I had found happiness beyond my wildest dreams.
The End of Tim's tale.
Getting a Life Part 9 - Mark's tale
When I was a child I had a bed wetting "problem. Now mother was very sensible about it and didn't make a fuss. For me, the horrible bit about it was I always woke up after it had started. Too late to stop the mess, but just in time to realise that I had done "it" again.
Of course this had never occurred in the last 15 years but to my horror it was happening now. I was lying in bed peeing. I made a mad grab for my cock and found that I couldn't move. This was rapidly becoming a nightmare. Being a guest and making a mess of the bed.
Eventually I managed to get my head together and realise that my immobility was caused by me being tied to the bed. Then I saw Tim in between my legs with my cock in his mouth, drinking his fill.
I told him what I thought of him and the volume of this must have wakened Ziggy as he padded in and stopped in the doorway. I got some wry amusement watching his face as he worked out exactly what Tim was doing. However he said nothing at that point and neither did I. So Tim got to slurp on until I was empty.
When Tim was finished and began admonishing me for screwing him in his sleep, Ziggy joined in the conversation. Then that little turd Tim decided to give me lover's balls. Ziggy had to have the expression explained to him, then Tim began to use my cock to teach Ziggy how to do blow jobs.
Shit! Tim had learned a lot about cocksucking since the day I had first stuck mine in his face. He was now an expert and he had the perfect sense of timing, knowing just when to stop and make me miss my orgasm by a hair's breadth.
He was even smart enough to pull Ziggy off my cock when I was getting near it. Which was most annoying as I was doing it as quietly as I could. Before too long I was begging to be allowed to cum, but the two bastards just kept on teasing me. It was a good job that I was tied up, because if I could have got as much as one arm free, I'd have rammed my cock down the nearest throat and held it there until my balls were empty.
After an aeon, Tim stopped and asked me if I liked fucking people when they were asleep. I nodded and then he asked why. I didn't really feel like answering this so I made no reply. The little son of a bitch decided to teach me a lesson. He spat on his hand then wiped the palm of his hand round the head of my cock, over and over again.
When I stopped yelling he repeated the question, and I decided that answering him might be a good idea. So I told him and asked me if I liked having things done to me while I was asleep. Now here he had a point, so in the end we agreed that if one of us took advantage of the other then there would be retaliation. Mind you, I'd have agreed to almost anything just as long as I could shoot my load.
Tim now began to tease the eye of my cock with his tongue whilst his hands cupped my balls and massaged my cock just behind them. Although the stimulation was minimal I could feel my spunk boiling up the length of my rod. At the very last second he slipped the head of it into his mouth and began to gulp down my load as fast as I could produce it.
Now I was spent he would have to let me go, and then he was going to DIE! As it turned, out he had not finished with me at all. It seems that he had a desire to further Ziggy's education, still using my body, to show Ziggy how to find the hot spots.
I could stand the toe sucking. I whimpered through the soles of my feet being licked. I enjoyed the inside of my thighs being licked. I got a bit worried when they each had one of my balls in their mouths, two snaps and I'm singing soprano. When they bit my tits it was a real turn on. But getting a tongue worming its way into each of my ears drove me completely mad.
Suddenly it was all over and the pair of them set me free. Tim curled up into a ball. Which was fine by me. His ring, my target, was on the outside of that ball, and I wasted no time at all in getting my raging cock on the inside of him. I suppose that you could call it a revenge fuck. Whatever it was called it was short and frenzied. I just wanted to fuck him good and hard. There is a particular pleasure in dumping your load up the ass of someone who has spent the last hour teasing the life out of you.
All this of course left me completely knackered. So I just lay there while the cheeky pair went into a 69 and blew each other. They were so engrossed in their antics that they failed to notice William appear in the doorway. I motioned to him to be quiet until they had finished.
When William had made his entrance, I pulled out of Tim and let him clean me off. I could tell the humiliation was turning him on so I decided to take him to the limit. Next I made him blow poor old William. Well, the lad was obviously sporting a boner, he needed the release and I'm a big hearted lad. Then I marched everyone into the bathroom, put my lover in the shower and we all provided the water to wash him off. He now had a stiffy and I told him to jack himself off. He did, and the others realised what a little pervert he is. God, I love him so much.
Tim said the leads must be returned as they would be missed but I could keep the collars as they went through a lot of them and four would not be missed. I could see them coming in very handy later, as I was not finished with Tim yet.
Breakfast again reminded me of what I missed in not having a family. It was a chaotic affair with Tim's mother seeming to be everywhere all at once, cooking, dishing up, pouring tea. She made me a right good fry-up, but Tim was still on his rabbit food.
Tim suddenly began pushing for William to run the place while his parents went on holiday. There was a far too innocent a look on his face as he began and I knew he was up to something. It was when he suggested that William could have some help to run the place, that I realised what his game was.
Then it turned out that his mother knew that Ziggy was slipping in at the weekends and didn't really mind as he was another boy, so no "hanky-panky" would be going on. There was a prolonged silence after that remark. Becky took a great interest in getting some breakfast into her daughter, I suddenly began filling my mouth with food and finally Tim managed to mutter something about giving the guys the good news and rushed off.
I finished my breakfast in double quick time and made it to the toilet where I could at last have a laugh.
The moment came round when we must choose a puppy. I had agreed on visiting the two litters while the mothers were present. I know this sounds like no big deal, but I was going into a room which contained an animal that I was terrified of. My heart was in my mouth as I held my hand out for her to sniff. She had a long sniff and then licked me! I was amazed, I had secretly expected to see that hand in bandages for weeks.
We looked over the pups, then went on to the second litter. I did it again with the second mother and got the same result. Maybe my fear really was totally unfounded. By now there was a tugging on the leg of my jeans. The littlest pup in the litter was desperately trying to get my attention.
I sat on the floor and played with him. Yup, he had picked me and I decided to call him Buster. Hey, this little tyke really liked me. I have never had a dog make a fuss of me before, and I sort of liked the mindless adoration.
We went for a walk and I ended up walking with Bill. He said that he hoped that Tim and I would be happy together and actually discussed all the complications of having a long term relationship. I didn't even think he knew the score between Tim and me.
Sunday lunch was an event. Tim's mother pulled out all the stops and, even with William and Ziggy, there was more than enough food to go round. Then it was time to pack and say our goodbyes. I invited William and Ziggy to visit us. I cunningly set the date to be a weekend when Phillip would be throwing a party. It would certainly open the eyes of that pair, and, as Kevin and Ed, would be there I could make sure that Tim had a gangbang, which would be under my control.
I let Tim drive home as I wanted to sit in the back and play with Buster. Somehow this pup doesn't know that he is little; he thinks he is a big butch dog. I must admit that Tim was one hundred percent right. A puppy is in no way a threat.
As soon as we got home we took the pup for a walk. All the other dogs we met made a fuss over him and played with him. I have never been so close to so many dogs in my life. But I found that, by concentrating on Buster, I wasn't afraid.
Alas the poor pup was tired out and wanted to lie down and sleep. When I picked him up he whimpered and wanted to be put down on the ground again. Eventually he went to sleep in my arms and I carried him home and put him in the basket that Tim had bought for him. It was big enough for a grown dog so he looked rather pitiful in it.
Now it was time to finish off my business with Tim. I could see he was dead nervous. So I ordered him to go up to the bedroom, strip and wait for me.
I dug out some nylon cord and attached a length to each of the four collars. Then I dug out a vibrating butt plug with a restraining belt that holds it in place and wandered off up to the bedroom.
I could see Tim shivering as I entered, and it was not from the cold. He knew better than to turn round as I fitted the collars. Then I had him bend over while I lubed him up. He seemed a bit surprised when I inserted the butt plug. So I told him what it was and why it was being fastened in. But I "forgot" to say anything about it having a vibrator in it.
Now I had him lay down on the bed face up while I tied the cords good and tight. Then I slowly stripped off to my briefs looking as butch and menacing as I could. I flaunted my bulging briefs in his face until he began to go white.
After a while I took off the briefs, straddled Tim and sat on his face. He knew his job and he was rimming me as soon as he could reach my ring. I sat there enjoying the feeling of him trying to fuck my ass with his tongue as I jacked myself off. When I was ready to cum I just moved my ass and shot my lot in Tim's face.
When he opened his eyes I wiped the last of my cum off on his lips and watched him lick it into his mouth. Now, I would show this little turd how to give someone lover's balls properly.
I spent almost as long on the eye of his cock as he had spent getting me all worked up, only then did I move on. By the time I was finished with him, he was a babbling wreck with only one wish in the whole world, to empty his balls. He was like a bomb, all ready to go off.
So I sat back and got the box that contains the battery and off/on switch for the vibrator. So my little darling now had lover's balls that must be hurting like Hell and a butt plug inside his ass pushing hard up against his prostate. The vibrator could be considered as the detonator. I flicked the switch to the "on" position and watched for the explosion.
Almost directly he shot a jet of white cum straight up in the air. It looped slightly forwards and before it had landed the next was rushing upwards. I gave him a yell of encouragement every time he shot.
Eventually the show died down but even with his cock lying flat on his belly there was still cum leaking from it. When I was sure he had nothing more to give I switched off his internal tormentor.
By now I needed to go, but why should I walk to the loo when there was a willing mouth much closer. I let him get half way through drinking it when I told him that Ziggy had seen him doing the same thing to me earlier. He went a most satisfying shade of red.
I moved his leg bonds from the foot of the bed to the top. This left him helplessly bent double with his ass sticking up at a very nice angle to be fucked.
Now it was time to remove the vibrator. It had been in him for some time and his ring had contracted round the narrow neck of it. I slowly eased it backwards until the widest bit was just stuck in his ring, then out of devilment I turned on the vibrator again. His cock might have just died but this brought it back to life again super fast. When he was nice and hard, I pulled it all the way out and switched it off. God, he did make a lot of noise about it.
That gaping ring looked good enough to eat, so I did. Then I fingered him. He looked like could take me on spit; he did.
All right I know I'm a pervert, but looking down at a guy who is covered in cum, tied up and knowing that there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop you from fucking the ass off him is a big turn on for me. It is made even better by knowing that Tim was getting his rocks off by being tied up.
So when I came I filled his slack little ass with shot after shot, I bet I came more than he did when he finally emptied his lover's balls. By now most of the layers of cum on his body had dried so I jacked him off and gave him another coat.
I untied him and we went for a bath. I lay there in the warm water cuddling my lover and thought how lucky I was. At last I had found a partner who was all the things that I wasn't, while I was all the things he wasn't. Somehow between us we made a whole person. He was mine, I was his, and life was looking good.
The End of Mark's Tale.
The Epilogue.
And so our two young heroes set out on that great adventure of Getting a Life, together.
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