No Running

NOTE: Counting on my fingers, it seemes to me as though Buddy's part in this evenings party as already taken about 69 hours, or so. Please bear with me (pun intended) on this, it's just a fantasy. If it makes you feel better, just assume that this is science fiction and the guys are living in a time warp. If you're into more organic causuality simply postulate some sort of drug in the air that speeds the guys up so that they can bang more per minute --- or is that, get more bang out of each minute? Oh well, whatever. :-) Jon

WARNING: This story goes beyond what I've written for this group before. Those of you who have a problem with bondage; S&M and that sort of thing might want to approach the latter part of this chapter with some caution. The material was specifically requested by a reader, so I've done my best. I have kept everything consensual (a requirement of mine) and relatively clean (lack of imagination on my part?). I've never been involved in such activity, but given the right situation... Who knows? ;-)

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All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various conditions of life. If you can^Rt handle that or if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith.

If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story and that's not much feedback for all the work I put into writing these. I'd really like to hear from you so I'll have some idea how I'm doing. Thanks.

Please note that I've gotten some very nice msgs reguarding this story. I thank you all.

I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you.

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution. Jon

No Running

A Cautionary Tale

Chapter 9

And Parties!

Danny entered the bedroom and carefully put Buddy down on his feet. Danny looked guiltily around the room, anything to keep from having to look at Buddy. Buddy casually leaned up against the room divider and really looked at Danny for the first time. Sort of short, maybe 5' 6" or 5' 8", the guy looked fabulous, but almost deformed. Whacking wide shoulders bulging with mounds of muscle that continued down the arms to fine wrists and hands so big they made Danny look adolescent. A chest to die for with muscles from here to there underlying and rippling skin so tan as to look dyed. A waist so narrow as to be non-existent over hips so narrow they looked like they'd fit into a keyhole. Legs strongly muscled but somewhat thin (in comparison to the massive arms) pinned to feet so large they looked like flippers. A sex package so small that it fit the smoothly shaven groin tightly enough to provide almost no resistance to water flow. The balls were almost tiny and held close against the body in a small, tight sac. The uncircumcised cock an almost insignificant bit of flesh bobbing above the nut sac. Buddy made up his mind to NEVER make fun of Danny's genitals and to make sure that Danny knew he enjoyed whatever sex Danny could manage.

"Hey!" Buddy said with a happy lilt in his voice, "I thought you wanted to screw me?"

Danny blushed deeply and looked away from Buddy's nakedness. 'A lot more mouth than action.' Buddy thought. 'Oh well...'

"Wanna help me get this bed straightened up?"

Danny pitched right in and helped Buddy pull the leather cover smoothly across the bed and wipe it down with wet washcloths from the bathroom. By the time that was done the boys were taking a real interest in each other, their talk showing a lot of common interests. When they put the washcloths away Buddy held the shower door open for Danny as if it was the most natural thing in the world for two teenaged boys to take a shower together. The talk never stopped as the boys washed themselves and each others backs and then helped each other dry off as if they were brothers and had been doing it for years. Danny pulled back a little when Buddy dried between his legs, but then dried Buddy just the same with more than a little bit of exploration going on. The two boys hung up their used towels and then went out and laid down on the big bed to continue their conversation.

Buddy managed to gently turn the conversation to sexual matters and got Danny to admit that he mostly got fucked by the other guys, and didn't mind it, but really wanted to be the one doing the fucking. In return Buddy admitted that he'd fucked a few guys, but vastly preferred getting fucked and hoped that sometime Danny might like to fuck him.

"You really mean it?" Danny asked, voice full of wonder.

Buddy moved a little closer to Danny and rubbed his hand over the budging shoulder muscles. "Yeah. I think you'd be lots of fun to have sex with, and I've always wanted to play with a guys foreskin. Would you mind if I played with yours?"

"Well... No..." stammered Danny. "Of course not."

"Good!" Danny grinned. "Because I want to see what it feels like in my mouth too."

Danny blushed, but didn't pull back at all when Buddy reached down between his legs and started to fiddle around with his stubby cock.

Buddy played with the little stub, going from interest to wonder to flabbergasted amazement. The two or three inches of proud flesh had steadily grown under his administrations until over nine inches of slender velvet bent beneath Buddy's gliding hand. "Wow, Dude! You could fuck someone stupid with this thing!" Looking up and grinning, Buddy teased, "Wanna try to lower my IQ?"

Danny blushed, but Buddy felt the surge in his cock. "Yeah. Sure. But.... well...."

"Hey! Danny! We're friends now, aren't we?"

"Well, yeah. Sure!"

"Well, friends talk to friends, Danny. And don't tell others what they said. Do you trust me?"

Danny looked closely at Buddy. So closely that Buddy felt like his whole soul was exposed to the intense boy. Finally, "Yes. I do! It's just that... Well, it's just that I've always wanted to really make love to someone, not just fuck and get a nut off."

Buddy smiled demurely and moved right into Danny's arms. "Yeah. Me too." he said softly. "Fucking's great, but I really love being made love too."

Danny wrapped his arms around Buddy and pulled him close. His first kiss was tentative, almost not touching. But Danny soon got into making love and brought Buddy right along with him. Buddy thought that Danny was doing okay, but had a ways to go if he was going to put Valentino out of business. And then he just quit thinking about anything.

Danny worked them up until he was making love with his hands and lips so intensely that Buddy really didn't notice the slender rod entering him until Danny prodded his prostrate so well that Buddy just melted into Danny's arms as the young man began making love to his partner with his whole body.

Danny tested and explored and tried while Buddy attempted to respond clearly so that Danny could learn all the special places and movements that felt so especially good. Buddy was a highly responsive bottom and Danny an extremely active, alert and patient lover. He brought Buddy to his second climax as he buried his face into the side of Buddy's neck and joined into what became a mutual orgasm that rocked both boys bodies.

When both boys got their breath back Buddy put his arms and legs around Danny and wouldn't let go until Danny promised him an all-nighter at the first opportunity. Danny walked out of the room ten feet tall and as spunky as a bull elephant in must. Buddy grinned at his back and knew that he had some great sexual episodes ahead of him.

Teddy, the waterboy/manager/gofer for the football team stuck his head around the corner. "You just taking guys one at a time or do you have group rates as well?

Buddy laughed at the little Jewish kid that he shared an English Lit class with. "Sure. Foresooth, and faresworn and like that there. Bring 'em on Horryhocks. Let the play begin."

Five guys just about trampled Teddy as they barged around the corner into the room. Three football players with pubic hair and two smooth swimmers. Buddy just knew he was going to have his hands full. Eager and bumptious and full of fun, the six guys were obviously good friends and held nothing back. Feeling each other and playing around with each other just as much as they were playing with Buddy. After Buddy had very pleasantly had his ass and mouth fucked and creamed a couple of times the playful group let him know that they got together fairly regularly and that Buddy was invited to join in any time he wanted some extra fun. Buddy said he didn't know if he could handle six such active and horny guys, but that he'd give it a try and let them know.

Buddy moved the two swimmers around until they were groin-to-groin and then very carefully sat down on the two hard pegs he was holding together. Once he was seated comfortably he pulled George and Ralph, the Wide Receiver and Tight End over in front of him. Just a minute of feeling them up told him that George was definitely a Wide Receiver, but no way was Ralph really a Tight End. In fact, the feeling of their holes and the slippery juice leaking out of both studs seemed to indicate that the team most likely had a pair of Wide Receivers --- not that Buddy had any problem with wide receivers, except that their man- sized cocks really stretched his lips as they both did their best to fuck his mouth at the same time. Teddy and his special friend, a lineman maybe three times his size and twice his weight moved in until they were fucking Buddy in the armpits, Teddy from the front and the lineman from the rear. Teddy and his lineman and the two mouth fuckers were making out with each other like crazy while all six of them fucked Buddy at the same time. Buddy just grinned to himself and went for the gusto.

Buddy lay exhausted on the bed, covered with sweat and sperm as the six walked out of the room, congratulations each other and slapping each other on the back as they left the room and made sure that Buddy knew he was welcome to their little get-togethers any time. Any time at all!

A few minutes later Neil came into the room. "You okay, Buddy?"

Buddy grinned a very satisfied grin. "Oh yeah!"

Neil looked around the room, especially at the mussed up bed and grinned. "You ready for more company now, or do you want to quit or take a break?"

"Bring 'um on, Murgatroyd! I'll whip 'em all!"

"This I gotta see!" Neil teased, leaving the room only to be followed seconds latter by a somewhat hesitant, but sexually excited swimmer by the name of Hank. Tall for a swimmer, he had a smoothly contoured body that reeked of power and barely controlled strength. He didn't move, he glided. Buddy had seen him around campus, always followed by a throng of women trying to get his attention, or at least the attention of the big basket in the front of his pants. Buddy could see one of the main reasons for their interest. The guy had a MAJOR piece of meat jutting from his hairless loins and a pair of balls that simply ached to be worshiped.

For all his physical power and presence, Hank stood there hesitant, unsure of himself like Buddy had never seen him before. Patting the bed beside him, Buddy said, "Come over here and sit down."

Hank jumped and said, "Yes, Sir!" and quickly moved over and sat where he'd been told to. Wheels spun around inside of Buddy's head and he quickly figured out that here was a guy that everyone expected a lot from but who wanted to not have to make the decisions or be in control. Buddies eyes gleamed as he decided to satisfy they stud's every desire.

"You've been bad tonight, haven't you!"

Hanging his head in shame, Hank nodded his head.

Buddy slapped him across the face, HARD. "Answer me when I talk to you!"

"Yes."

"WHACK!" Buddy slapped him again. "What happened to 'Sir', boy?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir. I've been a bad boy tonight, Sir."

"Go get me the belt from your pants, boy!"

Hank jumped up, involuntarily covering his butt with his hands. "Yes, Sir." He ran out of the room, quickly returning with a heavy leather belt over two inches wide.

Buddy took the belt from Hank and told him to bend over and grab his ankles. Tears in his eyes, the big stud did as he was told. Buddy doubled the belt over and reached up and touched Hank's ass with the cool leather. Hank flinched and Buddy told him to hold still, or else.

"Yes, Sir." Hank replied, hoping to be able to comply.

Buddy gave the exposed ass in front of him four or five well spaced warm-up swats and then really laid one on. Hank fell forward, being forced to let go of his ankles and catch himself before he fell flat on his face.

Buddy threw the belt down on the floor. "You're fucking hopeless!" he said as he fell backwards onto the bed.

Hank, crying, crawled over to the bed and begged Buddy to forgive him. Buddy finally curtly told Hank to clean him up. Starting with the bottoms of Buddy's feet, Hank carefully and thoroughly licked every speck and daub of sweat and dirt off of Buddy's resting body. Buddy dozed half-asleep through Hank's gentle ministrations, especially enjoying it when the subservient lad sucked the mess of multiple orgasms out of his ass. He couldn't think of a better thing to do with the leftovers of his multiple couplings that evening. He managed to notice that nothing was happening and that he was getting a bit cold. He lifted his head up and saw Hank kneeling there with his belt in his mouth.

Buddy sat up on the side of the bed and looked at the total stud, crouched there just begging for Buddy to give him the treatment Buddy knew he wanted. Buddy motioned the needy slave over to him and took the belt out of his mouth. "Get across my lap, Boy!"

"Yes, Sir!" Hank happily replied as he scrambled quickly up across Buddy's lap.

Without a word, Buddy started working Hank's ass over. He felt Hank's hardon push against his leg just about the time he felt his own erection push up between his legs into Hank's belly. Somehow he just knew this wasn't going to be enough for Hank.

Buddy worked on Hank's ass for a while until it seemed like it was really well warmed up. Knowing from personal experience just how Hank was feeling, Buddy decided to take things just a teensy bit further. "Stand up!" he ordered.

Hank scrambled to his feet and did his best to stand at attention, his cock doing the best at that little chore. "Yes, Sir!" he called out, making an obvious effort to not reach back and grab his burning ass cheeks.

Buddy pushed the tongue of the belt through the heavy brass buckle and put the loop around Hank's erection and long hanging balls. Standing up, he jerked the belt loop up tight around Hank's equipment. Hank almost folded over in half and Buddy gave him a stern look. Hank knew that he'd come VERY close to some truly severe punishment for his transgression. Stareing directly into Hank's eyes, Buddy jerked on the belt again, HARD. Hank took it with barely a flinch.

"Better." Buddy said, turning and leading the complaisant boy down into Tommy's special playroom. He knew he hadn't asked Tommy first, but figured he'd pay that penalty when the time came.

Both boys looked around the modernized dungeon, Hank with considerable trepidation and Buddy at a certain loss as what to do at this juncture. He decided to just experiment a bit and try out things that he knew he'd find exciting if he were in the subservient role. Spotting some interesting equipment, Buddy decided to dress his boy up a bit. Dropping his end of the belt, he said, "Stay!"

Hank made his best effort to not move a muscle as this oddly sympathetic/dominant stud so easily controlled him. Hank had known for a long time that while everyone expected him to be a real campus stud, and that he enjoyed that role to the hilt, that there was something inside of him that wanted someone else to be in charge, at least part of the time. He was finding it strangely exciting, powerfully exciting to let this kid control him. He was so much bigger and stronger that he knew he could mash the kid, but had absolutely no urge to do so, really enjoying the way the boy was treating him and the sensations the boy was creating in his body and mind.

Buddy came back with a set of fleece lined wide leather cuffs and fastened them securely around Hank's wrists and ankles. Returning to the sideboard where he'd found the cuffs, Buddy left Hank standing there, getting used to his new restraints. Buddy came back with a leather device that interested Hank, though he couldn't guess its purpose. Trying to figure out what it was for, Hank sort of lost track of what Buddy was doing. Buddy reached forward and grabbed Hank's balls and jerked down on them so hard Hank fell to his knees. Tears in his eyes, trying to control his need to throw up, Hank looked up to Buddy, trying to apologize with his eyes for his inattention. Buddy slapped him across the face, hard, for not paying attention.

Hank realized that he'd been at fault. If he'd just have paid attention to Buddy as he should he'd have learned soon enough what the thing in Buddy's hand was. Buddy was putting it on him now. It was sort of like a bridle for a horse. Nice smelling leather straps went all over his head, their main purpose to hold side blinders and a thick rubber bit in place. Hank realized that he really liked the feeling of constraint the bridle gave him. Especially when Buddy snapped a pair of reins onto the rings at the ends of the rubber bit and took the belt off his dick and balls and used the pointed tongue of the belt and the reins to get Hank up on his feet and across the room to where Buddy wanted him. With the stinging tip of the belt to urge him on and the reins to turn and stop him, Hank really didn't have to think about what to do. All he had to do was follow the very clear directions Buddy was giving him.

Buddy got his new horsie out into the middle of the room and decided to High School him a little. Leaving Hank standing he put down the belt and got a stiff whip about four feet long with an 18 inch cracker at the end of it and a lunging rein about fifteen feet long. Hank was a lot smarter than a horse and it didn't take Buddy long to have him performing well. Popping the whip on Hank's butt got him moving very well. Popping the whip on Hank's cock got him to slow down admirably. Popping Hank's legs and feet taught Hank quickly that Buddy expected high and showy action even when Buddy was holding him in one place. A few quality pops taught Hank to hold his arms and hands up like a little kid pretending to be the Easter Bunny.

By the time Hank had the basics down sweat was pouring down his well muscled body and white foam surrounded the rubber bit in his mouth. Buddy was well pleased at how quickly Hank was learning. He found it very exciting to be in control of someone this way and wondered if he'd look as good as Hank did if Neil or Tommy ever got him in hand like this. Just thinking about that made him really excited and he decided to give Hank a real workout.

Hank was marked by only a few more too-close whip pops by the time he was walking, trotting, cantering and galloping in place; performing nice inside and outside reversals; changing leads properly as he did figure-eights. He'd even managed to perform a credible volant and had learned to stand rampant and paw the air. He was such a perfect horsey that Buddy was trying to figure out how he could make a tail for the handsome youth. Perhaps something he could stick up inside that hard ass to hold it in place?

Hank was sweating profusely and panting for air so Buddy decided to change the pace a bit. He had Hank move into the center of the rooms open space and brought him to a full halt, admiring the glistening perfection of the panting masculinity, trembling from his muscular exertion, Hank was absolutely beautiful. Buddy decided to show him how proud he was of him. Snapping the side blinders to the center strap of the headstall, Buddy completely blinded Hank. Then he clipped two chains hanging from the ceiling to Hank's wrist cuffs and brought over two more chains that he fastened to lift-up rings set into the floor and Hank's ankle cuffs. Using a control box at the end of a long black cord, Buddy used an electric winch to hoist and suspend Hank, having to lower him once to shorten the leg chains to get Hank spread out nicely. Hank moaned once, and got his ass slapped for it, but the moan seemed to be just as much a moan of satisfaction as it was of discomfort. There was something totally beautiful about the stretched out and suspended athletic body that made Buddy's cock throb with excitement.

There was Hank. Suspended from the ceiling, the muscles of his arms and upper torso pulled into sharp relief, the hard cut muscle outlines glistening and sparkling in the sweat reflected lighting. Buddy turned on a set of spotlights placed just right to highlight Hank's body even more perfectly. His widespread legs gave amazing definition to Hank's lower body as well.

Lowering Hank again, Buddy moved the leg chain attachments to floor rings even further out and when he pulled Hank up taut again his legs were pulled out really widely with his crotch only about three feet off the hardwood floor. Buddy grinned at how Hank's whole body was now within easy reach. Walking around the suspended boy, Buddy touched the stretched out muscles lightly here and there, loving the feeling of the hard muscles under the slick skin. The way Hank worked his ass in wanton need when Buddy slipped a finger through his tight anal ring let Buddy know that Hank was really enjoying this, and was going to need some serious work done on his ass. The stud seemed to be really anally oriented.

Grinning to himself, Buddy went back over to the sideboard and came back with a set of tit clamps that resembled the outline of a woman's uterus with a pair of flat disks that clamped onto the subjects tits. Buddy flicked Hank's man tits with his fingernail until they were standing up and then he attached the tit clamps. They looked really good on Hank, but weren't really having the desired effect. Buddy took them off and made another trip to the sideboard. He came back with a set of tit clamps with much stronger springs and jagged, serrated teeth. The clamps had thumbscrews that made it possible to adjust how deeply the teeth would bite into flesh.

Buddy flicked Hank's right tit with his hard thumbnail until the tit was erect again and then put the titclamp on the brown nubbin and backed off the thumbscrew until Hank had his head thrown back and was gasping for air. Smiling happily, buddy slowly and carefully repeated the procedure on Hank's left tit, leaving the boy on the edge of cumming and/or passing out. He pulled on the chain connecting the two tit clamps several times until tiny drops of red appeared at the edges of the teeth were they were sunk into Hanks tight flesh.

Walking back to the sideboard for more toys, Buddy gave Hank some time to adjust and get used to this apparently new-to-him torture. Buddy hadn't noticed any rejection of what was happening so far, just a lot of reaction. He was well pleased and had every intention of finding out just how much Hank could willingly deal with.

By the time Buddy had selected several new toys and returned to Hank, the bound boy was smiling around the bit in his mouth and holding his chest out proudly as if to make Buddy sure to notice his special adornment and how much he liked it. Buddy smiled at the boys adaptation and gently stroked the heated boys massive throbbing erection as lightly as possible. Hank moaned deep in his throat and pushed his loins out as far as he could, offering them to Buddy.

Buddy took a firm grip on the base of Hanks cock, leaving over half of the large organ still exposed. Wetting his index and middle fingers with his tongue, Buddy stuck them out together and "wrist slapped" the swollen purplish head of Hank's member.

"Arrrrrrrrgh!" howled Hank as his erection rapidly wilted.

Buddy reached down and gave the poor boys nuts a good hard squeeze to make sure the erection stayed deflated for a bit. Hank was trying to put his knees together to protect himself, an impossible task the way he was strung up, but Buddy used his open hand to harshly slap the insides of Hank's thighs until the subject of his attentions was straining every muscle in his body to hold his knees as far apart as possible, exposing himself to his new instructor in the fine art of compliance as much as he could. Buddy grinned and punched Hank's hanging balls lightly to make sure the sweat-dripping young man understood what COULD happen.

Buddy knelt down in front of Hank and the smell of fresh sweat, heated male flesh, healthy crotch, fear and sexual excitement poured out of the widely exposed crotch to tickle and inflame the lining of Buddy's nose. He moved a bit closer and inhaled deeply, an action that gave him wood like never before. Buddy, returning to business, flipped his finger through the new toys he'd brought over with him and decided that the Gates of Hell, a series of seven chrome rings (Dante's seven rings of Hell. A classical allusion that might give you a reason to do a bit of extra reading.) held in a row by a polished black leather strap with two buckled leather bands at one end, would be big enough around to keep from cutting Hank's dick in half. But, as he had feared, the damn thing wasn't going to be nearly long enough to constrict the base of Hank's cock AND the neck of Hank's cock at the same time. Glad he'd made provisions for just such an eventuality, Buddy picked up a pair of heavy brass rings that had been brazed together. Hanks nuts proved almost too large as Buddy had to force first one, and then the other through the lower, base, ring. The balls safely trapped, Buddy pinched the head of Hank's cock roughly to make it deflate a bit more and then forced the fat cockhead through the second, upright ring. That accomplished, Buddy pulled alternately on Hank's balls and mostly flaccid cock until the cold brass was snugly constricting the base of Hank's cock and ball-bag. Punching Hank's balls again, he enjoyed the way the balls swung so much more freely now that the bag was constricted to a narrow fulcrum point and that the heavy cock was held up out of the way.

Strange sensations or no, Hank was starting to get erect again so Buddy hurried a bit with the next step. Picking up the Gates of Hell again, he threaded the swelling cock through one ring after another, neatly arranging the first ring immediately behind the head of Hank's cock and the last ring almost exactly one space in front of the brass double ring already in place. Buddy tightly fastened one leather band in the open space and the other just below the brass ball ring, even more tightly constricting Hank's balls and causing him to moan.

Hank's cock was quivering, rigidly sticking out from his loins and weeping as if to cry for more. As the rings and straps put more pressure on Hank's cock and balls, they swelled even more, which caused more pressure which excited Hank more and more and more. Buddy had a couple of more tricks to REALLY get Hank's motor running!

Next up was a set of what looked like leather wrist bands with straps and buckles to hold them on. The major difference was that when in place the tubes they made were too small for even a child's wrist. Buddy made a ring with his middle finger and thumb just above Hank's balls. It took three or four punches to Hank's belly, but he finally let go and allowed Buddy to pull his balls way, way down, groaning from the pressure. Buddy got the ballsack pulled out to his satisfaction and began comparing the length of exposed meat to different sac bands. The two and a half incher was a bit longer than the distance from the other rings and bands to Hank's balls, so Buddy thought that would be a good place to start. He fitted the stiff leather as high as he could and then fastened the strap tightly around the bag and its cords. Hank made a sound deep in his throat like he was about to throw-up so Buddy squeezed his balls and pulled down, HARD, in warning. Hank gulped and struggled to control himself as Buddy pulled the strap one hole tighter. Buddy gave Hank a couple of minutes to adjust and settle down and then he used his fingers and the lower strap to squeeze Hank's balls completely out of the leather tube and stretch the scrotum until it was almost tearing from the strain.

Buddy looked closely at his handiwork and was pleased. Hank's cock was totally hard and drooling like crazy. It looked awesome trussed up and rampant the way it was. He could imagine how good it must feel to Hank and knew that he was going to have to ask Tommy to do the same to him so that he would KNOW how it felt.

A close inspection of Hank's balls excited Buddy no end. Their normally pink color was turning a light blue from the constriction, but not a dark blue that would indicate not enough blood getting to Hank's well constricted and stretched scrotum. Fingernails barely stroking the thin, tightly stretched skin over Hank's completely exposed gonads, Buddy marveled at their beauty. Hank responded to his touch by moaning in pleasure and thrusting his loins forward, asking for more. Buddy caressed the balls and Hank moaned even louder. Buddy lightly slapped the balls and Hank responded with even louder moans and by spreading his legs even further, giving Buddy as much room as possible to play around and stimulate him. Buddy looked up at Hank and saw bliss on his face. Buddy started slapping Hank's balls around, enjoying the way they swung around and how Hank moaned and mumbled around the bit, trying to beg for more as his hips went into a frenzy of thrusting, trying to make his balls swing even harder than Buddy was willing to give him.

Grinning with Hank's happy moans and once again throbbing erection, Buddy reached down and picked up the last of the cock-and-ball toys from the polished wooden floor. He had to slap Hank's belly with the flat of his hand several time to get Hank to settle down enough for the coming event. Setting the dovetailed wooden box with it's fitted velvet lining on his upraised knee, Buddy pulled back Hank's foreskin and tried several different sizes of the silver colored metal bells until he found one that fit the head of Hanks cock just right. The bells had originally been part of a surgical device for circumcising adult males. Buddy pulled the foreskin forward until it was snug around the bell, holding it securely in place with the end of the foreskin nearly, but not quite covering the deep threaded nut that had been silver-soldered to the apex of the bell (actually called the "head", but I thought that might be a bit of an obscure usage, even for me! :-] ) (Okay, if you're so darn smart, what's the next part down from the head called. Sorry to the rest of you for breaking into the story this way, but there's always one wise-guy in the crowd!) ;-)))))

anyhow... ...silver-soldered to the apex of the bell. From the box I next selected a silver rod about four inches long and screwed it solidly into the nut. Next I decided on the six-sided star and slid its hub over the silver rod about an inch down and used the long thumbscrew to lock it in place. Hank was starting to look like a space-age toy.

Next I picked up an alligator clamp with a dangling beaded chain. Pulling one side of Hank's foreskin forward between my fingers, I rolled the two layers of skin back and forth until the tension was equal on both sides. Then I took a deep bite of the tender flesh with the sharp teeth of the clamp. Hank howled and started thrashing around.

Three solid punches to the nuts later Hank had finally managed to shut the fuck up and get his knees spread apart again. Buddy waited a minute to make sure he had the blinded boys attention and then slugged him a good one in the testicles to make damn sure he knew who the fuck was in charge. Obviously, Buddy was really getting into this thing, and realizing how Neil and Tommy must feel being dominant to him. He wanted to learn more about this so he could make Neil, and Tommy too for that matter, feel as good as possible when they were being dominant to him. Oh, he knew that Neil wasn't really into the stuff Tommy was, or that Buddy and Hank, both naturally bottoms, were playing with. But he was pretty sure that by knowing what it was to dominate someone he could better serve Neil, be a better lover for him, and love him more completely than he had been able to so far. Buddy loved the feeling of security and safety Neil gave him by being who he was and acting the way he did. He wanted to be naturally as good at giving Neil what made him feel the best by knowing what he felt being the boss, the top, the dominator. Knowing that, Buddy could give him what he wanted, what he needed, just as he gave Buddy what he needed.

With renewed enthusiasm, Buddy returned to the task at hand with every intent to make it as intense as either he or Hank could handle. Smiling, Buddy pulled out the foreskin on the other side of Hank's cock and attached another clip to fragile skin. He heard a whining sound as Hank strove to contain the sound trying to boil up out of him, but decided that was ok, because Hank really was trying his hardest to hold it in --- and because the sound made Buddy really horny. The sound a man in pain made, when the man was really getting off on the pain.

Holding the bell in place with his thumbs, Buddy pulled the chains on the clips until the foreskin was pulled up thin and tight. There was a slot at the end of each of the star's arms and Buddy pulled the chains so the thin part between beads fit into the slot and the star was holding the extended foreskin in place. Grinning at his handiwork, Buddy proceeded to slowly and carefully attach four more clips around the edge of Hanks foreskin until Hanks cock looked like the prettiest circus tent you've ever seen.

Seeing the constant drip of cock slime that was leaking out from under the bell and out of the taut foreskin as well as the way Hank was swinging back and forth from his chains because of the way he was trying to fuck the air with his newly festooned cock, Buddy got the idea that Hank wasn't totally disappointed with the way he was being treated. He stood up and stroked Hank's ass, deciding it was time for a change of pace.

Letting the winch unwind until Hank's feet were back on the ground and supporting his weigh, Buddy undid the safety strap and pulled the rubber bit out of Hank's mouth.

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah!" Hank gasped, licking his lips and trying to suck the spit back into his mouth.

"You want to keep on going, or has this been enough?"

"No. No! Please. Don't stop now! Please, Sir. Please don't stop now!" Hank begged. Fear that Buddy might stop now bringing tears to his eyes even as he begged and his hips fucked the air uncontrollably.

Getting a handful of Hank's hair, Buddy pulled his head down until he could roughly kiss Hank, washing his mouth out with his tongue before breaking loose and affixing the bit back through Hank's mouth. "Good boy, Hank. I'm going to make you so happy you'll never forget tonight. Never, ever forget!" Buddy tightened the straps holding the bit until the corners of Hank's mouth were pulled back in a grimace, and then kissed him again, sucking the spit that Hank couldn't control any longer out of his mouth. Slapping his ass, Buddy gloated, "Yeah! We're both going to love this."

Hank almost came he was so happy and excited. God! He'd never imagined he could be this excited. He prayed that Buddy could take him all the way to wherever they were headed.

Buddy unfastened Hank's wrists from the overhead chains and clipped them together behind his back. Only then did Buddy release Hank's ankles, never breaking Hank's awareness of being controlled and unable to escape.

Taking Hank by his swelling, distended balls, he led his prisoner over to the sawhorse Tommy had introduced him to earlier in the evening. But Buddy had something a bit different in mind for his long, tall friend. Kicking Hank's bound ankles and slapping his ass, Buddy made Hank straddle the sawhorse the long way. Quickly fastening Hank's ankles to legs on either side of the sawhorse, Buddy then slapped Hank's ass and the back of his head until the boy got the idea and tried to lay down on he didn't know what. Because his arms were tied behind his back, Hank more fell than laid down on the narrow, upright centerboard of the sawhorse, 'woofing' as board smacked his chest and belly when he landed. Buddy tried to arrange Hank's balls on one side of the board and his tortured cock on the other side, but they were bound too tightly together and he had to settle for leaving them on one side. He consoled himself by knowing how uncomfortable laying on that narrow strip of wood was going to be while he wondered what Hank was going to feel like when his movement started banging his balls and cock against the wide part of the oak board. That brought a smile to his face and he slapped Hank's ass in satisfaction.

Buddy didn't like how much Hank could move around so he got the whip and reins he'd used earlier on Hank and used the reins to tie the handle of the whip behind Hank's knees, effectively keeping the long legs bent and unable to move from side to side. Buddy grinned. He liked the way Hank was immobilized.

It was about time to get started, but first Buddy moved to Buddy's head and unfastened his blinders, allowing the bound boy to see again, forward at least. Seeing the eager look on Hank's face, he once again released the bit from Hank's mouth and moved his own tumensence directly in front of Hank's face. "Kiss me and say 'Thank You!'"

Hank, seeking the antithesis of apomixis, immediately reached forward and sucked Buddy's cock into his mouth. He sucked and slobbered eagerly, interspersing his ministrations with fervent expressions of the pleasure Buddy was administering. Buddy finally couldn't take it any more, trying to pull back, protesting that he had to take a massive piss. Hank just sucked even harder. Buddy looked down, intending to punish Hank for not letting go as he'd been told --- seeing instead the pleading, begging look on Hank's face. Confused, he froze, trying to figure out what was going on. Finally, the loose pieces fell together. His need to piss. Hanks eager sucking. The look in Hank's eyes.

"No!" he said.

Tears formed in Hank's eyes and he strained forward, hurting himself to suck in even more of Buddy's cock.

Involuntarily, Buddy released a spurt of piss from his over distended bladder.

Hank noisily swallowed the offering and redoubled his efforts to suck out even more.

"Oh, Jeeze!" Buddy prayed as he took hold of Hank's head and thrust forward, his need to piss satisfied with huge pleasure as his hot, acrid stream shot forth into Hank's gulping throat. Pissing had always brought Buddy a certain male pleasure, but nothing like this. Out of control with the pleasure of taking a piss into a hot sucking mouth, Buddy started face-fucking Hank as he totally got into the most pleasurable piss he'd ever taken. He never even noticed when his dark yellow piss stream turned into an equally solid stream of white gluten. Hank noticed though, and sucked even harder.

Shaking. Shooken. Mind-blasted and enervated. Buddy held himself over Hank, grinding his groin into the soft, accepting face as he tried to capture enough air to keep himself alive. Finally managing to stand upright, he staggered backwards until he fell into a heavy, solid chair set up for bondage and various tortures. He sat sprawled, dazed, panting and trying to understand and integrate the overpowering experience he'd just underwent.

He finally began coming out of the fog that encompassed him and noticed Hank watching him intently. At least part of the time anyway. His eyes kept flickering from Buddy to the wall behind him. As Buddy recovered he became more and more aware of Hank and what he was doing --- and started wondering what was going on. Looking behind him he noticed that the wall was covered with various types of leather apparel. Grinning, he managed to struggle to his feet and started inspecting the stuff on the wall. He started to understand Hank's interest. The leather gear was HOT! He started pointing at different items and then looking at Hank, who would then shake his head or nod in approval. Buddy was soon outfitted much to Hank's evident approval. Buddy, surprised, found himself really turned on by the stuff himself.

He was wearing tight leather bands that constricted and accented his well developed biceps and a leather harness that made him feel the total stud. Heavy straps and big brass buckles encompassing and stimulating his torso while a heavy cock ring strapped and pulled up by his harness swelled his fucktool larger than he'd ever seen it. A second, narrower strap down through his buttcrack held the cockring tightly to the base of his swollen, throbbing cock and stimulated his asshole when he walked or bent. A leather hood made him feel the quintessence of the mediaeval headsman while tight black leather shotgun chaps gave a hint of motorcycle/cowboy macho and added a touch of the erotic with his nakedly exposed crotch. Tommy's dark black leather motorcycle boots with the glint of silver buckle at the outer ankle were too large for Buddy, but he really liked the feel of them, and he wouldn't be walking far anyway. By the time Buddy was finished dressing, Hank was obviously pleased with the results, hunching the rail he was stretched out on and actually drooling.

Buddy grinned to himself and sauntered cockily over to where the whips and paddles were hanging. He perused the collection negligently, watching Hank the whole time out of the corner of his eye. Hank was reacting with a certain intent anxiety as Buddy fingered and examined first one and then another of the collection. Buddy ran his fingers down the slickness of the paddle that had been used on him and noticed that Hank had become intently quiet. He reach over and took down the paddle hanging next to "his". It was basically the same, a wide leather strap maybe a foot long and a quarter inch thick, but instead of holes it was studded with low, four-sided chrome pyramids. He flicked it against his palm and noticed that Hank had become totally still and quiet.

Smiling to himself, Buddy walked over behind Hank and without any warning or preparation let him have a good one with the flashing chrome and black leather right across his exposed ass. Hank lifted his head backwards as his whole body jumped and an almost happy sounding moan filled the room with Hanks pleasure.

Buddy laid the paddle down across Hank's back and walked over to the sideboard. He worked there for a few minutes and then walked back to Hank, who was straining, trying to see what Buddy was doing behind him. Buddy laid something down on Hank's back and then moved in front of him and finished removing the bit from the headstall Hank was wearing. Threading two long leather straps through the side-rings the bit had been fastened too, Buddy forced the rubber ball they were attached to into Hank's mouth and said, "I don't want to hear it!"

Buddy pulled the leads back harshly, jerking Hank's head up before crossing the leads behind Hanks back and threading the leather straps through solidly mounted rings on either side of the sawhorse. Running the ends through buckles halfway up each strap, Buddy fastened both straps so that Hank's head was pulled up and back tightly. Hank gurgled and snorted as he struggled to get air through his strained throat and compressed air passages. Grinning in satisfaction, Buddy moved back around in front of Hank and felt the way the ball gag was over-embellishing his mouth, distorting his features into a fixed grimace as the entire force of pulling his head back so savagely was focused entirely on that one oral point. Buddy slapped Hank's face three or four times and said, "Let's see if that helps keep your attention!"

Hank was so horny he was about to pass out. This! This is what he'd been searching for, wanting, his entire life. This feeling of being totally controlled and dominated. Subject to the slightest whim of another very masculine male. This went beyond sex or anything else he'd ever experienced. He'd kept quiet during this entire process. Wanting the experience but not exactly sure of what was going to happen, or how he was going to react. Buddy was an interesting kid. Open and honest and he tried hard to accomplish whatever tasks the coach had set him. The fact that he was fantastically good looking and somehow sexier than any girl he'd ever fucked just made this whole situation even more interesting. Hank had just sort of gone along with this whole thing when it first started, but realized now that Buddy was doing nothing but reacting to signals that Hank himself had been unconsciously giving. Hank swallowed his pride and admitted to himself that this was all his own idea and Buddy was just an extraordinarily sensitive and aware stud that was trying to give Hank exactly what he wanted.

Buddy had warmed him up beautifully, moving quietly and surely from one thing to the next, moving no faster than Hank could handle until Hank found himself drinking Buddy's piss and cum, and wishing the young stud had a fifty-five gallon bladder. At that point Hank had admitted to himself this is exactly what he wanted... NO! This is what he craved. What he needed and what he wanted to have for the rest of his life. After this experience, there was no way Hank was going to settle for the mundane pleasures of fucking the bitches he'd been screwing since Junior High. He'd gotten two of his ardent admirers pregnant in High School and another in college already. He was the father of two boys and a little girl and was still fucking two of the mothers, unknown to their parents who were supporting the kids. He knew now that his casualness, his lack of any real interest in those relationships had a reason. He didn't really care about them. THIS was what he wanted. Blushing, he admitted that he wanted to be a total slut slave himself --- but to another man.

Buddy caressed the flushed, tear-streaked face. "You be a good boy now. Now you get what you need. What you've been wanting. Be a good boy, Hank. Be a good boy and take what you need."

Buddy didn't really know what made him say that, or treat Hank this way for that matter. He just knew it was right. He moved around behind Hank and picked up the studded paddle from where it was still laying across the bound boys back. Introspectively, he idly ran his hand over the tender ass, knowing that this was the last time the virgin territory was likely to feel this smooth and soft. Backing up he hardened his eyes and began methodically working Hanks ass over.

Buddy was panting for breath and Hank was a sweat-streaming, trembling mess by the time Buddy's arms were so sore he just couldn't beat Hank's ass any more. Hank had been magnificent. Holding his ass up and taking his beating like a real man -- But Buddy could tell that Hank was right at the edge of not being able to handle any more. That was okay with Buddy because, more than anything, beating Hanks eager submissive body had made Buddy so horny that he had to either get a nut or explode. Stepping over the end of the sawhorse Buddy roughly grabbed Hank's burning, almost bleeding asscheeks in his hard, trembling hands. Pulling the abused flesh apart, Buddy plunged his cock into the exposed hole in one hard thrust. Hank pulled up hard against his restraints. Straining, working hard, doing his best to give pleasure to the cock of the man who had treated him so well and brought him to this height of passion.

This hole was like nothing Buddy had ever heard of or experienced. Hot, almost burning hot, it was a soft, mushy velvet lining filled with hot marshmallow sauce. The tissue twisted and pulsed and pulled and tugged at his cock, but without the tightness Buddy had experienced the only other times he'd managed to fuck someone. This was something different. A totally complaisant, accepting hole meant to be fucked and fucked and fucked without let or hindrance. Buddy started slapping the manhandled asscheeks and crushing them between his clenching fingers as he fucked the hole and forced Hank to his limits, making the slobbering, moaning sex slave push himself to the limits to bring the dominant male on his back the maximum amount of pleasure. Hank's on cock and balls were now so sensitive that they had gone beyond any normal need to ejaculate.

Buddy ejaculated madly into hot pillow he was fucking and had to back away before the maelstrom sucked ALL the juices out of his body. Hank was still humping and straining as hard as he could, obviously on the edge and in great need. No way was Buddy's cock going to respond for a while after the tremendous orgasm Hank had just brought him to, but he HAD to help his friend. No way was Buddy going to leave the eager, man-pleasing stud unfulfilled.

Buddy leaned forward and put one hand on the small of Hank's back. With the other hand Buddy started finger-fucking Hank who responded by going wild. Spreading and lifting his butt so Buddy could really work him over good. Buddy's middle finger was quickly joined by his ring finger and then his other fingers. The sloppy mixture of sweat, cum and ass fluids mixed with the boys eagerness and it was only minutes before Buddy's muscles were straining and Hank was spreading open further and further until Buddy's hand slid completely inside of Hank. Once in, Buddy quickly made a fist and started giving Hank the fucking he so badly needed.

Fist fucking Hank was an unimaginable pleasure for both Buddy AND Hank. Buddy couldn't believe how good it felt to be fucking someone with his whole fist and arm. Fucking the hole he'd opened up so well. Making Hank scream through his gag and thrash around like a madman as he had one, and then another and finally a third massive orgasm. The pre-orgasm swelling elongating his cock to the maximum which made the clamps tear at his foreskin, forcing the bell tightly against the bloated cockhead. The pressure held his first orgasm in, making it feel as if Hank's balls would explode if they hadn't been imprisoned so effectively. The backpressure just about killed Hank until he focused himself and contracted every muscle in his body harder than he'd ever done before, even during the hardest workout. Only with that amount of force could Hank finally force his wad to lift the bell and escape.

Hank knew what was coming for his second orgasm and immediately totally let go and went into a major convulsion that almost blew the bell right off his cockhead. Only the tough inner collagen kept his foreskin from being ripped to shreds.

Hanks crying and straining finally got through to Buddy and he opened his gut fucking fist and grabbed Hanks prostrate from the inside. Hank went off into his final orgasm with a shudder that convulsed his whole body as if he were an epileptic.

Buddy stood there, bent over, stroking Hank's back and slowly fist-fucking his ass while Hank recovered.

When Hank was no longer in danger of falling off the sawhorse Buddy used his free hand to unfasten Hank from the sawhorse. When Hank was ready Buddy helped him get up and, hand still up his ass, walked him to the far end of Tommy's refurbished playroom.

Both boys looked around wide-eyed as they entered he huge, black tiled showerroom. Dark iron manacles hung on chains from the ceiling. Built-in benches in both tile and stainless steel were set up to hold subjects in a variety of positions. All sorts of clamps and rings and hooks festooned the walls and ceiling. Both boys felt intimidated by the display, yet strangely aroused, even in their currently depleted condition. Hank's knees were shaking so Buddy had him hold himself up against the wall while Buddy carefully removed his hand from Hank's now gaping asshole. The smell was suddenly awful and Buddy started the showers on either side of them to warm the room up with steam and wash away the mess. He carefully adjusted the water temperature of a garden hose attached to a wall fitting and used it to was away the shit and sweat, cum and ass juices that covered both boys by now. Buddy hosed both of them off and then carefully inserted the running hose up Hank's ass. The warm water was soon coming out just as fast as it was going in and Buddy did his best to ignore the shit and slop that was pouring out over his hand as he rubbed Hank's back and calmed him with a soft voice.

When the water coming out of Hank was totally clear, Buddy hosed the both of them and the floor down good and then dropped the still running hose into a contoured tile bathtub that was molded into the wall nearby. Carefully, gently, Buddy removed first the head harness and neck bands and then dropped to one knee and carefully removed all the equipment from Hank's genitals. He arranged the stuff neatly on a shelf built into the wall behind them and then carefully inspected Hank's cock and balls. Beyond a few small holes already closed with blood clots, no apparent damage had been done to the handsome organs except that the balls kept pulling upwards, trying to hide against the base of Hank's fat cock, and then falling back down into their lower, stretched out display position that Buddy found absolutely beautiful and enticing. He wondered just how long Hank's balls could be stretched out, just knowing that the longer they were, the better they would look, hanging and swinging between the gorgeous studs well shaped legs. Kissing the abused foreskin first, Buddy gently pulled it back and took Hank's entire cockhead into his mouth and gave it a deep soul-kiss.

Hank turned to Buddy and took hold of his head, pushing his entire flaccid organ into his mouth and down his throat. Buddy let him keep it there sucking and swallowing on the bloating tool until Hank finally slithered the spit-slick and half-turgid organ back out into the open air.

Buddy looked up and saw that Hank was crying. He stood up and took the much taller boy into his arms and held him while Hank laid his head on top of the shorter boys and cried out all the repressions he'd been living with for so many years.

Once Hank had calmed down some Buddy got him moving and helped him climb in to the big tile tub and sit down in the steaming water. Sheets of water poured over the tile and washed across the floor, neatly removing the last traces of Hank's deep enema as the worn out boy laid back in the tub, tears softly, quietly coursing down his tired, sad looking face. Buddy watched him for a minute to make sure he was going to be okay and then picked up the toys he'd used and went back in the other room.

Still naked, dripping water on the highly polished floor, lithe body shinning pinkly in the rooms lighting, Buddy would have provided an irresistible study for an artist, had one been present. He stood at the sideboard, concentrating on cleaning and lightly oiling the leather and metal before he put the various pieces away where they belonged. He then went about the room, making sure everything was as much like when he and Hank had entered the room as was possible. The entire time he was working his mind was elsewhere however. Thinking about Hank's needs --- and his own. About the team and Coach and the football team and life and his mom and what was happening, to him and his world, what was going to happen, what life meant and where it was headed. But through it all, through all the thinking and imagining and hoping and planing and wishing, one single theme stood out. One constant thought. One recurrent light in his cosmos. Neil.

Suddenly straightening up, Buddy took a deep breath that lead into an expansive, cat-enjoyable, joint popping yawn that echoed around the soundproofed room. What would be, Would Be.

Smiling, happy again, Buddy headed back into the shower, laughing out loud when he saw Hank sprawled in the tub, arms and legs dangling over the sides so that his poor ass was exposed to the gentle waves of warm water as the hose moved back and forth lower down in the tub.

"How's your ass, Buddy?"

Laughing, pleased with the world and happy, Hank giggled, and then said, "Jes, fine, Cowboy. You planning on putting on your spurs and riding it some more, Buddy."

Laughing along with Hank, Buddy helped him out of the tub and, taking a big, fluffy towel from a shelf, dried the giggling boy off. Hank was very playful and they ended up drying each other off with the same towel.

Hank stopped and, towel wrapped around both boys, hugged Buddy with a fierceness that belied his frivolity. "I wish we could be like this always!"

Buddy was suddenly uncomfortable. He really liked Hank, and didn't want to hurt him. "Hank." Buddy said, reaching up and taking hold of the taller boys arm. "I care about you. You're fun to be with and I really, really want you to be my friend and play with me sometimes. But I getting really serious about Neil." Tears started leaking out of Buddy's eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Hank. But..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hank said, tossing Buddy around in his towel clad arms, "I didn't mean for you to drop Hank. I was just saying I wished life could always be this much fun. Of course, I admit that I'm just a tiny, tiny bit jealous of Neil, the lucky devil! Now wipe those tears off, or do you want the other guys to fuck a cry-baby?"

Acting the eager, impetuous imp, Buddy excitedly asked, "Do you think they'd like that?"

Laughing, Hank slapped Buddy's ass and chased after him when he ran out into the other room. Catching each other, they swung each other around until they were dizzy and laughing like maniacs. Hugging each other, they staggered around, trying to keep from falling down. Wiping laugh tears out of his eyes, Buddy finally pushed away from Hank, took him by the hand, lead him across the room to the straight backed chair, sat down and pulled Hank across his lap. "This is so I can be sure you're paying attention!" Buddy said in his most serious voice.

A half-a-dozen stinging slaps later, Hank was definitely paying attention. Buddy got them up and lead Hank over to the sideboard where he made him bend over and put his head against the wall. Buddy looked around and picked up the biggest buttplug he could find. A black rubber monster probably six inches long and about ten inches around. He popped open a can of Crisco and greased up the plug really good, wiping his greasy hand off in the trench of Hank's ass. Buddy watched, amazed, as Hank's ass was spread open to accept the black bulk. Hank started to protest when the widest part of the buttplug started its way in, but a sharp swat to his rear shut him right up. Buddy twisted and turned the dildo, the tight skin around Hank's ass wrinkling and stretching to accommodate the brutal invader. Buddy was enjoying what he was doing to Hank, wondering if he'd ever be able to take something that size up his ass, when the game was cut short. The shoulder of the buttplug had just passed the anal ring when the whole buttplug was pulled out of Buddy's hand. He watched as Hank's guts sucked the playtoy right inside as the circular muscles of Hank's anus and shit tube snapped shut around the neck of the plug. Hank groaned and put his hand on his belly. Buddy stood him up.

Pointing his finger in a circular motion around the track Hank had followed in his training on the lunge line, Buddy ordered, "Walk around and get used to that thing!" Then he went in and washed the grease off his hands.

When Buddy came back, Hank was trying to walk around the room naturally, but his legs were spread apart and he seemed to have to lean forward a bit as he tried to walk.

"Good!" Buddy said. "The other guys will probably get a kick out of your predicament!"

"You're not going to make me wear this thing..."

WACK!

Buddy slapped Hank across the face so hard he left a red handprint. Looking at the startled boy, he deliberately used his other hand to slap Hank just as hard on the other cheek. "You don't tell me what to do!" Buddy said in his most aggressive voice. "You do what you're told to do!"

"Yes, Sir." The abashed and chastised boy said.

"And I'm telling you that when this party is over, and everyone else leaves, you are going to go up to Tommy's bedroom and stand with your nose in the corner until he comes upstairs and asks you what you're doing. When he does, you are going to explain to him how you used his dungeon and his playtoys without asking permission first and then you're going to bend over and show him the buttplug and tell him that I said that only Tommy is allowed to remove it. Do you understand me?"

"You mean....?"

"What I mean, Hank, is that you damn well better do exactly as I've told you to do. I think you and Tommy were made for each other and I want to make damn sure that Tommy finds out about you."

Springing wood so fast that Buddy wondered if he had a Jack-in-the- box/mouth/asshole in his ancestry, Hank's mouth fell open. "You mean...?????"

"I mean I think it's time you went back to the party and let everyone, INCLUDING Tommy, see you trying to walk around with that thing stuck up your ass. What do you think?"

His cock swelling even larger, Hank nodded 'Yes' eagerly.

Buddy followed Hank up the stairs as the spraddle-legged now-eager athlete tried to move as fast as he could. It was everything Buddy could do to keep from bursting out laughing at Hank's movements as he awkwardly tried to climb the steep steps.

Once in the bedroom, Hank gathered Buddy into his arms and soul-kissed him deeply. Pulling back, he smiled down at this amazing new kid. "I think you're the best friend I've ever had. Thank you, Buddy!"

Buddy leaned forward and nibbled on the bruised tit right in front of his nose. "Yeah? Well..." he said, looking up at his new friend, "You ain't half-bad as a friend yourself, you know!" He reached down and slapped Hank's now tender ass. "Now get out of here and see if you can't make Tommy wonder just exactly what the hell is going on with you." An evil grin spread across Buddy's face and he winked at his tall buddy as Hank stood up as tall as he could and walked out of the room with as much dignity and pride in himself as he could muster.

Wondering if Neil and Tommy might not like to share the dungeon --- and their playmates ---- sometime, Buddy smiled at the receding back of his new friend and laid down on the bed to await his next adventure...

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