Hello there. Thanks for tuning in... To provide some explanation, this story used to be called step-by-step. After some revision, and a change in the tenor of the story, I decided a name change was deserved. So, this section contains the next chapter of step-by-step or the second chapter of the story under its new name.
On the whole with this story, I'm trying for a little more character depth and a better story arc. It will take a while to tease all of this out. I beg your patience, gentle reader. Please send comments to matthew_lake@yahoo.com
Previously, in Intolerable Cruelty:
With a press of a button, the distraction of Lisa was gone. Gripping my head tightly, Anthony pulled me up and down his shaft a few times, pumping with his hips before I felt the first spurts of a gigantic load begin to fill my mouth. His rough handling made meaningful suction impossible, and his sperm and my saliva drooled down his shaft into his bush and onto his balls and my hand. Releasing my head, he fell back relaxed. I held his cock in my mouth for a few minutes as it softened slightly, and then released it as I began to lick up the parts of his load that had escaped.
And now for the exciting conclusion...
Anthony recovered after a few minutes. I was still basking in his post orgasm, my head resting against his thigh as I occasionally tickled the hairs on his balls or thigh with a little kiss and lick. I felt his hand on the back of my head, as he reached around to my cheek and neck, holding me to him. Then, he playfully ruffled my hair and pushed me away. "You are one hell of a cocksucker," he said, breaking the silence and rising to his feet. "Either you were born to take cock or Jamie is one incredible teacher. Either way, I'm just glad to put your faggot talents to good use."
I looked up at him from the tub and was again captivated by his masculinity. As he stepped away to gather his discarded wrap and the clothes I had left behind, I admired his grace and the artful line of his back sloping into his ass. As he turned towards me, it was the pendulous motion of his now skin-sheathed cock swinging out like a heavy branch from a forest of pubes that captured my attention.
"Hop out, Lake. We're taking this show inside." He turned and started to walk towards the sliding door into the kitchen.
I jumped out of the hot tub and was immediately struck by how cold the air seemed on my wet skin. Goose bumps rose on my arms, legs and chest as I searched for something with which to dry off. My second consideration was modesty. Although Anthony had seen all of me, and in my earlier horniness, I had even shown off for him, the cold had shriveled my privates and the immediacy of my aroused state had been put off with the pleasure I received in bringing Anthony to orgasm. Seeing no alternatives, given that Anthony had my clothes and the only towel, I padded across the terrace, following him inside.
Covering myself as best as I could with my hands, I walked quickly, almost running to catch up with Anthony. I found myself conflicted. I was incredibly attracted to him, and had truly enjoyed wrapping my lips and throat around his cock, and making love to his body with my mouth. I liked the way he addressed me, in part, as an equal. Although he was only about four years older than me, I classified him among grown-ups, and his attentiveness to me was atypical of my experience. I was generally invisible to most of my own peers, so Anthony's interest in me seemed even more flattering. What was hardest for me to admit was that as much as I enjoyed interacting with Anthony as some sort of equal, what really made my cock twitch was when he treated me like one of his bitches. I loved hearing him call me a cocksucker and a faggot, and the emotional slap of hearing him call me "little one" or "chilito," his insulting nicknames for me.
Completely contradictory to this bundle of emotions were my feelings for his step-brother, Jamie. On some crazy level, I had fallen for this hot straight jock who had quickly become one of my only friends. Jamie was a friend with whom I shared an intimacy for which I was incredibly thankful on so many levels. What I had with him meant so much to me, was so fulfilling to me, and I had repaid that friendship and trust with betrayal. My lust had sold us out for seven thick inches. I had shared secrets and performed acts that could not be denied or undone. In a really fucked up way, I had made Jamie an unknowing cuckold to his own step-brother without fully considering this implication of my actions.
Anthony was at the front door, towel wrapped around his waist, when I caught up to him. Now that he had found his bitch, and dropped his load, the salty and tangy remains of which still clung to my tongue and the insides of my cheeks, I was ready to be discarded and dismissed. I felt almost relieved. As I had walked from the hot tub, I was feeling trapped, unable to alter course, and worried that I was getting sucked in even deeper. Some of that pressure would dissipate if I could remove myself from the situation. With enough time, I knew I could figure a way out. A way to control the damage I had created, or a way out for me, and a way to save what I had with Jamie. At the very least, I would have the distance I needed to think a little more clearly.
"You ready, chilito?" Anthony asked, motioning towards the door.
"Yeah. I'll get out of here." My response was a perfectly submissive act. "I won't bother you any more if you'll just give me my clothes."
Anthony laughed out loud. "You've got to be kidding me, bitch." He was firm as his timber climbed. "You're not fucking leaving until your job is done." He stepped towards me, gently cupping my cheek with his hand. He tilted my head up to look directly into his cold eyes. His thumb slowly traced my lips as he spoke. "You gave me some nice head out there, acted the perfect cocksucker. I think your lips are even a little puffy, little one." I felt his unexpected slap across the side of my face seconds before the sound of it reverberated in the foyer. "But I wouldn't give a fuck if they were bleeding. I will fuck your holes tonight until I am done. You, as you promised when you agreed to stand in for the bitch on the phone, will take my cock and my loads and anything else I want to dish out until I am satisfied. And then you will thank me for my cock and my cum, as they are gifts I give to you, an undeserving, pathetic faggot." He paused, our eyes locked. "Now tell me that you have heard me and that you understand your place."
"Yes, Anthony. I hear you. I understand my place," I said, a hot tear falling from my eye down my cheek as I broke eye contact and my gaze fell to the floor, again sweeping over Anthony's incredible body. I could still feel the heat of his slap on my face, and the charge of his words and their meaning was like an electric current low in my pelvis just behind my balls. I felt as low as I thought a human being could feel. What I had thought might be a chance to escape this situation had vanished, and I felt my future vanishing with it. I was terrified, and this emotion was not an act. Inexplicably, I had never felt so sexually charged in my life.
"Now. Here is what will happen. You are going outside to get your bike and move it out of sight around the side of the house. I will meet you at the garage door there, and then we can go to my room where we will carry on what we have really only begun. Are you clear?"
I nodded my head yes slowly, another tear running down my cheek. I could not control or understand the tears, except as a beginning of the grieving process for the loss of the relationship I had built with Jamie. But they flew in the face of the fact that my cock was growing harder, the electrical charge behind my nuts building with each word and gesture Anthony made.
"It is early on, so I will not continue to bitch-slap you for stupid mistakes, little one. But when asked a question, you will respond verbally, and you will address me as Sir. And so I ask you again, are you clear?"
"Yes, Sir." I accepted the new order of things, and the humiliation of having to use a title for Anthony in recognition of his superior maleness. My eyes flooded with moisture, and I couldn't raise my gaze above the sight of his blurry feet, ankles and hairy calves. I tried to blink the tears away before they trailed down my cheeks making me look even weaker and more pathetic than I was. Horrified at the prospect of stepping outside in my nakedness, I managed to croak, "But Anthony...Sir" I corrected almost immediately, "I can't go outside without clothes on. Someone might see."
"You're right," said Anthony, and I felt momentary relief pass through me. I was surprised at the tension I felt melting away; I hadn't even realized it building in my neck and shoulders. Anthony continued. "Someone might see you, though that's pretty unlikely. But I don't really care. You will go outside just as you are, absolutely stark butt naked, with your little dick hard, and if someone does see, they'll just figure out that Anthony has created himself another little bitch boy. Now get the fuck out the front door before I turn your little ass red to match your face," he gestured to the embarrassed blush that had crept over my shoulders and chest once I realized he was dead serious.
I didn't hesitate. I was scared of Anthony and what he might be capable of. I opened the door and was out in a flash, collecting my bike from the driveway and working my way across the paved expanse in the front of the house. Driveway lights that had seemed incredibly dim when I had pulled up earlier in the night, now seemed all too bright reflecting off my bare pale skin. I half ran around the corner of the house, stashing my bike in the bushes as I searched in the dark shadow of the house for the promised side door to the garage. As my eyes adjusted to the shadows I found the door locked and spent long minutes shivering as I waited for Anthony to arrive and open it.
Finally, the door opened, spilling light over me. Anthony was framed in the doorway. "Sorry you had to wait, little one. I had to take a wicked piss. Now get your ass in here and up the stairs."
Closing the door at the top of the stairs behind us as we stepped into Anthony's loft, I took a quick spatial survey. The space above the garage was almost spartan compared to what I had seen in the rest of the house. He had an unmade bed and a dresser with a large mirror kind of in one corner. An old couch and chair faced a 19 inch TV balanced on a small dorm style refrigerator in another. A carpet square set off the bedroom space from the hard wood floor of the rest of the large room, and it had no windows, except for two skylights. Two open doors stood next to one another on one wall revealing a closet with hanging clothes above an overflowing laundry basket next to a bathroom. The white sheet rock walls were otherwise unbroken.
Anthony's towel was off as soon as he was through the door, and he tossed it and my clothes toward the bed as he stepped towards the furniture group. I followed him closely, watching his muscles ripple under his dark skin, especially admiring his firm, full ass. I felt a strong desire within me to feel the hard muscle there under my hand, the power and engine behind his incredible fuck. The image was torn from me as he dropped onto the center of the couch, his ass sitting just on the edge in a slouching position with his legs spread wide. He tossed a ratty throw pillow to the floor in front of him.
"You can use that pillow for your knees, little one." I assumed the timeless position of cocksuckers, kneeling before the alter of his maleness, my face in line with his hairy crotch. I could smell his faint scent, a muskiness just beginning to again claim its place after his time in the hot tub. I leaned towards him to get a better whiff before his hand on my forehead stopped me cold.
"Not quite yet, cocksucker. I know how much you want more of my hard cock and creamy cum in your little faggot mouth, but we need to talk first." Anthony chuckled, and in my position at his feet, I could see all of him, his balls and cock just below his hard pecs and chiseled face as our eyes locked.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I wasn't going to... I mean I wouldn't do anything until you told me I could. I mean like suck your cock."
Anthony was patient, his hand still on my head as he waited for me to fumble for my words. "If you weren't headed for my cock, then what were you planning, chilito?" An embarrassed blush spread over me as I realized that sharing my true intention was the greater humiliation, but I had no choice. This time, I had backed myself into a corner.
"I guess I wasn't going to do anything but smell you better, sir."
"You wanted to be closer to my tranca and ayotes to get a better whiff of my funky crotch BO?" Anthony again began to laugh. "Now that's pathetic. You're so hot for my body, you're even becoming addicted to my smells, my fucking ball sweat. That's pretty fucking low, man," Anthony said as he shook his head. "Fucking low, but understandable for a faggot. It must be tough for you to be so close to a real man's tool and not have this amazing cock inside you, while you tease the cocksnot out of my piss slit." He pulled my head into his balls, holding me tightly against him. "If you're queer to smell me, I'll let you. Breathe deep and take it all in, little one."
My face nestled against his warm skin was really nice as I breathed him deeply. His scent was stronger close up, and the sensations made my cock throb. He released my head, but I remained close to him.
"You're going to lick my balls while we talk, chilito. But before you do that, why don't you convince me you're worthy of the task."
I turned my head to look up at Anthony, though I kept my head level with his nuts. I'm sure he could feel my hot breath on them as I spoke. "I do want to suck your balls, sir. I want to lick each hair clean until your precious sack is dripping with my spit. I want to lap at them like the dog I am. I love your nuts because they hold your precious, delicious semen. I don't deserve your cum, but to pay homage to your sperm by worshipping your scrotum is my way of showing respect to a real man. Please let me... Please let me suck and lick at your balls, Anthony, sir, I beg you." I heard the words as they flowed from my mouth, from the essence of my being. My passion for licking Anthony's balls surprised the rational part of myself, and I felt a wave of shame wash over me at my inability to resist Anthony's sway over me.
"You are one convincing homo. I permit you to lick my balls. Use lots of tongue, and treat my boys real gentle, and make sure you concentrate on what I'm saying." Sticking out my tongue, I began to lap at Anthony's nut sack, keeping my eyes on his. He paused for a moment to feel the sensations my tongue was making on his cum receptacles. "Now I know it's easy for cocksuckers like you to get distracted by the task at hand or tongue and ignore what's really important, which is answering my questions completely and honestly and remembering the instruction that I'm going to impart. If I find out you are lying or omitting, I promise that your little fag ass will regret it. Do you understand me?"
Continuing my ball licking, I made an affirmative grunt, which apparently satisfied Anthony as he continued, "Is your little dick hard, Lake?" I grunted yes again. "Well, I want you to jack it for me while you are licking my nuts, but you are not to bring yourself off. In fact, that's going to be your first rule. You are never to cum without my permission. Ever." I took hold of my cock with my left hand and began to stroke from root to tip. I was already on the edge, so I had to be very careful how much contact my hand made with my tool. "Repeat the first rule, little one."
I stopped licking just long enough to say, "Lake's first rule is never to cum without Sir's permission."
"Nicely stated. I'm proud of you." Anthony reached between his spread knees to ruffle my hair. "Your second rule is that you always do what I say, and you do it immediately. Without question. Repeat the second rule, now."
"Lake's second rule is to follow your instructions immediately and without question." I tried to get it right.
"So, to build on the second rule. I think that you and I are going to have a date night, little one. In fact, I think I'm going to make you one of my regular bitches. So, starting this week, you're going to come here every Wednesday night. I'll leave the side door open and you can just come on up. If I'm not here, you can just hang out and wait for me. Of course, whenever you are up here in my place, you can count on being naked. Just take off your clothes at the door. I'll tell you if that's ever not the case, but I can't imagine it ever will be."
As Anthony was talking, my tongue had trailed to the space where nuts meet thigh, and I could taste the saltiness of Anthony's skin there. As I contemplated what I was hearing, I wasn't sure how I was going to swing "date night" as Anthony put it. Finding an excuse to be unavailable every Wednesday night was going to be a challenge. But I didn't want to anger Anthony by violating the second rule already, so I just kept quiet for the moment, continuing to work his skin with my lips and tongue.
"Jesus Christ you make my balls feel good, chilito, but take a rest for a minute." I leaned back, taking in Anthony's wholeness again. I could see my wet tongue trails on his loose nut sack. Bracing himself with his hands, he pulled his heels up to the edge of the couch, legs still spread wide so that he was squatting a little bit. I expected he was finding a more comfortable position until he spoke again. "That should give you room to go lower. I want you to get your tongue to work on my ass and make it feel as good as you just made my balls feel."
I wasn't at all sure that I was hearing Anthony correctly. Although I had admired other guys asses, the concept that Anthony was suggesting had never crossed my mind. Putting my tongue on another guy's ass completely disgusted me. I couldn't even comprehend his request.
"Sir. I'm not sure what you mean," I ultimately uttered.
"It's not really that confusing, you little queer. I told you to lick my hole. Are you some kind of apretada? Don't think about it. Just start tonguing my ass, before I have to kick yours."
Anthony's new position on the couch did spread him even more obscenely before me, opening the space below his balls and the hairy crevice of his ass to me. I was tentative, scared of what I might find. What Anthony was telling me to do seemed horribly low. The asshole was dirty, the dirtiest part of anybody. Being forced to lick that part of another person was just incomprehensible to me. I tried to buy time by licking just below Anthony's balls while trying to figure out some hopeless escape, a way for me not to degrade myself in this way. My concentration was broken by Anthony's voice.
"Listen you little fuck. I don't care if you think licking out my hairy latino crack is gross or fucked up or whatever is running through your little maricon head. The reality is you've already sucked my cock, swallowed my baby makers and then begged to spend the last ten minutes lapping the sweat off my balls. You're already the lowest of the low, and your reluctance is starting to piss me off. So, if you're frightened to stick your tongue into my hole, think about how scared you'll be when I'm pissed off while I'm getting ready to fuck your ass. Your virgin ass if you're not telling me some kind of fag lie. So, here's the deal. You start to eat my ass with a little enthusiasm, or I'm going to rip your fucking ass to shreds instead. Make your choice."
My tongue zeroed in on Anthony's hole in seconds. I was terrified of the ass fucking that Anthony had alluded to, and to add his temper into the equation would make it ten times worse. I had played with my ass when jacking off before, but had never had more than one finger inside me, and it was a tight fit. Imagining Anthony's thick fuck stuck ramming my ass seemed an impossibility. But having my tongue digging into his asshole seemed the same only minutes ago, and now I found myself showing an unmatched earnestness for this latest degradation.
Frenching Anthony's butt was nothing like what I expected. In fact, there wasn't much to it. The skin of his crack and hole was much like the skin of his balls or thighs. There was no real taste to it, even when I found myself digging in with the point of my tongue, something that always elicited a groan from the man who had come to dominate me this night. Fear as a motivator started to wear off as I continued alternating between lapping strokes of his crack, to licks and kisses on his cheeks, and the shallow forays of my tongue into the hole itself. Although I wasn't touching my cock, it throbbed between my legs as if one touch would send it over the edge.
It occurred to me that each act of humiliation I had been commanded to perform tonight only brought me closer to the height of my sexual arousal. Though I had taken the first steps as Anthony's cocksucker willingly, my subservient position and these further steps had been thrust upon me. Yet ironically, I continued to find incredible pleasure in each successive step.
Anthony's moaning and squirming broke my train of thought, and my sudden recognition that the work I was doing on his ass was the cause almost caused me to shoot my load immediately. I stopped just for a second to concentrate on halting the mini muscle contractions I could feel starting my orgasm, and I caught myself just in time.
Anthony took notice, however. "You almost just shot your load, didn't you?"
I didn't want to answer, but knew I had to. "Yes, sir."
"Were you stroking yourself?"
"No, sir. It just started to happen, but I caught it in time."
"So licking my ass almost made your cock shoot without even being touched. What does that say to you, little one?" He didn't wait for me to respond, and I didn't know where to begin anyway. "It says that you're a perverted little ass-licking homo. That's what it says. You love making out with my ass so much, that's what your body thinks of as fucking. Real men shoot loads when they are fucking a mouth or a pussy, but you cum when you are eating ass. Fucking amazing how the fag mind works."
Anthony stepped off the couch and headed towards his bed. "Get your ass over here. It's time for the main event. My bone is so fucking hard I might not even get it completely buried in your ass pussy before I shoot. But it will sure be fun trying."
Panic swept through me as I stood up and approached the bed where I was promised to lose my virginity.
I haven't been getting a lot of response to this story, so I'm not sure whether it's worth the investment of time to continue.... If you'd like another installment, let me know at matthew_lake@yahoo.com or AOL IM me at matthewlake309. You can find other stories I've written in the prolific authors section of the nifty archive. Thanks again for reading!