Hey readers. I hope you all had good holidays. I took a short break to write my exams and to rest after holiday stress. Now, we'll get back to Frank and Kevin. I hope you enjoy.
Kevin took Frank again that night. He took him from the front the second time. It was about three hours after Kevin had tied Frank's wrists in front of him and took him to bed, that Frank heard the whisper in his ear: "I'm horny frankie. Roll on your back." Frank heard, but he didn't roll over. He felt Kevin's thumb press against one of his ribs until it began to hurt. He moaned a loud "OW" and Kevin whispered again. This time he said "I can do that harder, with more pain, frankie. Now roll over." A big sigh came out of Frank as he did what he was told. As Kevin grabbed Frank's ankles, Frank saw him smiling. "Lift your wrists over your head, frankie. I don't have any way to secure them up here, but we'll make do." Frank saw the stubble on Kevin's chin, and he saw how close his face was to his feet. He thought about fighting to get out of Kevin's grip, but the bastard was holding his ankles pretty tightly, and Frank began to think about what Kevin might do with that scruff. He didn't resist as Kevin spread his legs and smiled even more broadly.
"You're a quick study, frankie. You don't like pain very much, do you?"
"WHO DOES?" Frank grunted out, and Kevin laughed. "Oh, you'd be surprised. I'm glad you don't though. It gives me another way to keep you in line." He paused. "I wonder how that bussy tastes."
"What the fuck is a bussy?" Frank could feel fatigue settling into his legs. "It's a new word, stud. It means boy pussy. That's what I'm calling your asshole. If I tell you I want bussy, that's a way of telling you I wanna fuck you. But for now, I'm gonna taste it. Looks good." Kevin's head went down and then Frank felt yet another new sensation all over his body. He heard a sound, just like his dog used to make, and he could feel Kevin's tongue digging into his ass. It felt, well, incredible. His moans got louder, and he began to tremble.
"OH FUCK, KEVIN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" Kevin stopped for a minute, looked up, and smiled. "Training you as a bottom, frankie. See, if you like this, well, ultimately it doesn't matter because I do. But getting you wet will make my cock easier for you to take."
"OOOOOOOOOOH," was all that Frank could manage for the ten minutes or so that Kevin was eating him out. Occasionally, Kevin would move his head and that stubble grazed Frank's balls. That made him shiver as much as the tongue up his ass did. Then, when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Kevin stopped.
"Nice and juicy. PERFECT for a top man's cock." Frank felt Kevin's cockhead at his hole for the second time that night. He felt it slide in, and then the rest of Kevin's shaft. He heard the sigh out of Kevin.
"It's like velvet in there, frankie. Like velvet. Feels SO good. Silky. Smooth. Unused." He began to slide back and forth. "And I'm the only one who's ever been in there. And even if someone else does get in, I'll always know, and you will too, frankie, I was the first." He rammed in harder. "DAMN it feels good to break in a virgin. Especially a monster stud like you, boy." Frank could hear the sound that Kevin's pelvis made when it bumped up against his ass. The frequency of the sounds increased and then, suddenly, they slowed down. He looked at Kevin and saw the evil grin on his face as Kevin said "I'm gonna do some hunting, frankie. And it's gonna be REAL fun." Frank felt Kevin sliding his cock back very, very slowly. "OH SHIT HOLY FUCK WHAT WAS THAT?" Frank yelled as Kevin's dick brushed his prostate. Kevin began to laugh. "THERE IT IS frankie. You ever hear about a prostate gland?"
"Yeah, at physicals the doctor...WAIT, is that what your touching? OH MY GOD STOP!" Kevin had begun to rock back and forth very slowly. Each time he rocked forward, he brushed that spot and Frank felt the strongest new sensation he had felt since Kevin had started playing with him.
"You like that, big boy?" Frank's head was jerking from side to side, and he was breathing hard. Did he like it? He didn't know, it was so different. He felt Kevin stop and the sensation of his dick head not moving, just resting there, was even more intense.
"PLEASE KEVIN, PLEASE, STOP. GIMME A BREAK PLEASE. I CAN'T TAKE IT. " He felt a thrust as Kevin slammed into him again. "You know, frankie, I could make you cum just by pressing against that prostate of yours. Remember that handsome." Kevin looked at Frank's face. "You have the most beautiful eyes, frankie. I think that may have been what made me crush on you so long ago, because it's happening again. You're not just hot. You're fucking gorgeous." Frank wanted to thank Kevin but that would have encouraged him and he just didn't know. He was confused. VERY confused. This felt good, and his dick was stiff like it was the first time Kevin fucked him, but he knew, he wasn't gay. He didn't like this. He wasn't like Kevin. Not at all.
"Fuck me, Kevin. Please. Fuck me. It feels too good."
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, frankie. This is far from the last time. But for now, I'm ready." Frank felt the thrusts get faster and faster and then a yell came out of Kevin just before he felt another load of his cum fill his ass. "This was SO worth the wait, frankie. SO worth the wait." He began to slide out of Frank. "Looks like my boy has a stiffy. You need to shoot, frankie?" Frank didn't want to admit it, but when Kevin brushed his finger over Frank's cock head and squeezed it for just a second, he broke.
"Yes. Yes, I do. I want to. I NEED to." Kevin's hands were big enough so that he could squeeze Frank's balls while he stroked his cock. "Gonna get all those baby frankies out of you now, stud. Let's empty those big balls. Those big, football player and cop to be balls." He squeezed Frank harder and now it was Frank's turn to yell, as Kevin milked every last drop out of him. Frank had now had two huge orgasms during gay sex. His mind was exploding as he tried to figure this out. His eyes were closed, and he didn't see as much as feel Kevin get out of bed. He heard water running and then he saw Kevin come back, his dick flaccid, with a wet rag. He had something in his other hand, which Frank didn't recognize.
"Let's get frankie cleaned up before I give him his gift. Although I think, frankie, you might want to know that `gift' in German means poison." Frank looked up and saw that Kevin was cleaning his jizz off him. The warm water and the soft cloth felt good. "There we go. All clean and pretty. A shave would be nice but not tonight. Tonight, though, time to get locked." Frank saw Kevin take whatever he had in his other hand and he seemed to turn a key in it or something. "It's a cock cage frankie. Once I put it on, you won't be able to cum until I take it off. So, you see, it's like a leash for a dog, or a ring in a bull's nose. Yeah, that's better because you're such a bull."
"HELL NO, I'M NOT WEARING THAT." Frank tried to get up from the bed, and when Kevin smacked his balls hard, he almost blacked out from the pain. "See, frankie, I should have done this while you were asleep. Now keep still or the next one will be even harder." Frank began to cry.
"PLEASE KEVIN. I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING I DID TO YOU. YOU FUCKED ME. TWICE. ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?" And for the second time, Kevin answered Frank with one word. "No." Frank cried even more when he felt Kevin fit the thing around his dick, and then secure it. "I'm the only one who has a key, frankie. Now, I'm SURE you have buds back home who have cutting equipment, but of course, they're gonna want to know how you got into this situation, and of course, everyone knows that you would be jocks gossip more than high school girls, so, I don't think you'll try that. What you WILL do is you'll answer my calls, and when I want you, you'll show up. That's the only way a nice studly guy like you is gonna get relief. And I have a feeling you need relief once, maybe more, a day." He squeezed one of Frank's nipples. "Is that right, frankie?"
"UGH. Yeah, yeah it is."
"Well, at least for now, you're gonna have to get used to a little less than that. But in time, maybe I'll milk you every day. "He kissed Frank's forehead. "I hope you can get to sleep big boy. If you want, I'll either put you in a sleeper, or give you a pill. You think you can sleep?" Frank WAS very tired. "Yeah, I'll sleep." "GOOD. Things moved much faster than I thought they would, so we can head back home tomorrow morning." He kissed Frank's forehead again. "Oh, frankie, I am gonna have SO much fun with you!"
"C'mon sleepyhead. Long ride back home. Your mom is gonna be happy to see you." Mention of his mom got Frank moving. "SHIT. She's got to be worried. She didn't hear from me since that first email you forged." Kevin laughed. "Oh, no, frankie. You've been writing back and forth to her all weekend. In fact, if you look at the texts, she even invited your friend Kevin to dinner to thank him for getting you out of town for a bit."
"WHAT?" Kevin had confiscated Frank's cell phone when he injected him with the drug, but he hadn't seen him using it. Now, Kevin handed it to him, and Frank felt his stomach sink as he saw the texts between "him" and his mom. "YOU FUCKING LIED TO HER. I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Frank got up out of the bed with his fists balled, and Kevin just folded his arms. "What's that on your dick, frankie? OH YEAH. It's my lock. And didn't you learn yet, that I'm really not the wimp you knew. I bet I could take you, but even if I couldn't, let's see, hmm. You don't have the lock for the cage, you don't have the keys to the car, you don't know where we are, and of course, MY phone has a set of beautiful pictures that I've already sent to my computer, so...I'd say I've got you by the balls, in more ways than one." Frank's shoulders sagged. "What do you want?"
"Well, let's start with simple stuff. I want you to get washed up, and then dressed, and then help me load up the car. Then I want to stop for some breakfast, text your mom we're on our way back -- better yet, I want you to call her -- and then we'll head home. I'll let you know what I want going forward as we travel."
"I can't believe this," Frank muttered under his breath as he went toward the bathroom. "Neither can I" went through Kevin's head. He had so many plans.
They stopped for breakfast at a diner where the waitress took a shine to Frank. Who could blame her? Kevin had given him a tight-fitting t-shirt plus the original jeans to wear on the ride home. Kevin left the inserts in Frank's sneakers so that his walking was limited. Kevin told the waitress that it was a football injury Frank suffered in college and she patted Frank on his arm. "You're still a mighty fine man, Sir. You'll find a great wife. I know that." Kevin giggled when she left. "Isn't that cute? You'll find a wife? When you already have a boyfriend?" Frank dropped his voice. "I am NOT your boyfriend?" Kevin continued to tease him "Lover, then?" "NO, I am NOT your lover." "Hmmm. Well, other words come to mind. We tried cum-dump already. How about bitch? OH! BETTER. Man bitch. Or Man cunt. Captive just sounds so clinical frankie, because captives never have a good time and I REALLY want you to start enjoying this." "I don't think that's in the cards," Frank said, sipping coffee. "Oh, I saw a few hard-ons that suggest that might be incorrect, frankie. I think you're gonna LOVE being my boy toy. YEAH, that's a good one. My cop boy toy." "Whatever," was Frank's reply. As they got back into the car Kevin noted that Frank should be thanking him because he hadn't cuffed his wrists or anything and had let him sit in the passenger seat. "So you can even see the route we're taking. I don't think it'll help you, ha, ha, but you never know."
"What are you planning to do with me, now?" Frank asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. "Well, frankie, short term, that cage is going to keep you in line. While I'd rather be having you every night and the whole weekend, that may make some people suspicious, especially your mom. She's quite sharp you know. She wants to know all about me."
"I'll bet" was Frank's answer. "But she also said that you don't really have many close friends, so I don't think she's going to question you spending time at my place in the future. And of course, I live MUCH closer to the academy than you and your mom do, so when I tell her I've offered you a place in my house, rent free in memory of our high school time together." Frank stared at him. "And if I say no?" "You won't. That picture of you spread eagled on the bed, naked, gagged, with a hard-on, is a calendar cover if I ever saw one. Heck, you might make enough in royalties to not need to work at all. But we won't be doing that for a while. For now, you'll just need to get used to taking my calls and showing up when I want you. Oh, and Frankie, let me just tell you that you'll need to be on time, because I've got a nice, BIG paddle for that beautiful ass of yours, and I'll be punishing tardiness. No lap running like your coach used to require, but a good spanking will always make a boy more attentive to his orders."
"You thought this out for a while, didn't you Kevin?" Kevin laughed. "Oh, I had PLENTY of time to think it over. Like I told you, I always wanted to sort of have you as a pet. I can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about you on a leash and all fours, being led around by me. Maybe we'll do that, you never know."
They were silent the rest of the way back home. Every now and then, if the car had to slow down, Kevin would reach out and stroke Frank's thigh. Finally, he asked "when do you get your academy uniforms?"
"Next week. We try them on and then get them tailored."
"Oh, I think you're gonna need to have one tailored to my specs, frankie. I mean, with those guns for arms. How could you not have the tightest sleeves possible? And maybe not for the world, but for me: got to show off that ass." Again, Frank was silent. Soon, they were less than half an hour from his home. "Give your mom a call. Let her know you're almost there." Frank wondered what to say. Finally, he thought of something. "Hey mom. Yeah, it was an interesting weekend. Good catching up with Kevin." Kevin could hear Frank's mom talking. "Yeah, back in high school." He chuckled. "Kevin was never really into sports, so you never met him, but he's driving. We'll be there soon. Love you mom." When he was done, Kevin teased: "AWWWWWWWWW. What is it about you jocks? You're all momma's boys."
Frank's mom was waiting on the porch when the car pulled up. "Go ahead. Go hug your mom." Frank got out of the car and got to the porch as well as he could.
"FRANKIE! Oh, I'm glad you're home. And you look like you had a good trip. You look well rested, but... you lost weight. "She looked at Kevin. "You must be Kevin. "
"Guilty as charged, Mrs Connor. I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you before we left, and that I sort of forced Frankie into going."
"Oh, you hush up. He needed a break. But you boys... you clearly need a woman cooking for you. Kevin, you're thin as a rail, and Frankie, you lost weight this weekend." Frank laughed. "There was a LOT of exercising mom."
"Oh, I see. But Frankie, you remember Coach told you to always make sure you fuel up. It doesn't look like you did."
"That's my fault Mrs Connor. I assumed that Frankie wouldn't be in condition anymore, so I only stocked the cabin for two out of shape guys. We spent so much time, well...
"GETTING DRUNK I IMAGINE!" Mrs Connor folded her arms. "Well, no booze at dinner tonight. You're staying, of course, Kevin." Kevin smiled. "Oh, thank you so much Mrs. Connor, but I couldn't accept, I mean, just look at me, I'm a mess. I won't disgrace your table." Frank's mom laughed. Kevin was wearing an oxford shirt and khakis. "Kevin don't be silly. You're dressed so much better than the young men who sit at this table. Present company included." She looked Frank over. "That looks like one of your high school t-shirts, Frankie. Was that the best you could do?"
"Sorry, mom. Kevin's the only person from the old days who saw me, so..."
"Well, I want you to change for dinner. It's nothing fancy, just my chicken stew with dumplings but your guest looks like a king next to you." She snapped her fingers. "CHOP CHOP. Dinner's in ten minutes." Then she turned to Kevin. "I'm not taking no for an answer young man. You wash your hands and sit."
Frank changed into a black polo shirt and a pair of chinos. When he saw Kevin's face, he knew he had made a mistake. When Frank's mom's back was turned, he saw Kevin lick his lips and he heard him mutter "YUM." Frank's mom heard it and thought he was referring to the smell of her cooking.
"Oh, Kevin, it's nothing fancy." Kevin knew what had happened and smiled. "But it smells so good, Mrs. Connor. I'm not used to home cooked meals." "Well, I hope you do because, I can tell you and Frankie have a special bond and I hope we'll see you here lots." "That's very kind of you Mrs. Connor. I'd be honored to spend time here." Frank could feel his spirit sinking lower and lower. It had started to drop when he went to change and stopped to pee. The hard plastic in his hand reminded him that he was very much under Kevin's control. He knew it during dinner from the tingling in his soles, and also, from the bare foot that Kevin would run, up and down his leg during dinner.
"Please Mrs. Connor, let me clean up. Let Frankie and I do the dishes." "ABSOLUTELY NOT Kevin." She glared at Frank. "But I hope some of your manners rub off on Frankie." Kevin couldn't resist. "Oh, I'll try to make sure part of me rubs off on him, ma'am." She laughed. "Good luck with that. Why don't the two of you either watch TV or go to Frankie's room while I clean up."
"I'm sure Kevin needs to get home, mom" Frank answered. "Oh, I do, but I want to see your room first, Frankie." Another sigh came from the big man, as he brought Kevin to his bedroom. When they got there, Kevin moved in on Frank until he had him trapped against a wall. He lowered his voice. "It would be SO HOT to fuck you with your mom in the house. I'd definitely have to gag you because, well, I was holding back frankie boy. NOW the sex is REALLY going to get hot and heavy." He leaned in and rubbed some of his stubble over Frank's neck. "PLEASE. Don't do that. It."
"It makes you hard and your dick bangs against the cage, doesn't it?" "Yeah, it does," was Frank's response. "Well, I'll tell you what. Just get on your bed. I wanna lay on top of you for three minutes or so, and then I'll leave. "KEVIN! We can't do that. Mom will."
"Mom will go on cleaning her kitchen. Get on the bed. Or maybe I'll show her some vacation pictures." Frank shook his head. "You win." Kevin smiled as he climbed on top of Frank. "You know, you feel SO good, frankie. SO good. Kiss me you sexy bottom." When Frank resisted, Kevin ran a finger over his lips. That and the knee in Frank's crotch got him to open his mouth. Kevin's tongue stimulated him even further, and he felt his cock hit the cage again. "FUCK, what are you doing to me?" he asked, and Kevin answered "letting you know what happens if you don't show up when I call you." He pinned Frank's wrists to his side. "Now, I'm going to beg off, and I'm going to go home and think about just how much fun we're going to have this week, so you come downstairs with me, and I'll say goodnight to both of you. I'll expect you to show up."
"I know. I know the rules." "Oh, frankie, you're just BEGINNING to know the rules."
"Thank you SO much for that wonderful dinner, Mrs. Connor. Frankie's a lucky guy to have a mom who's such a good cook." She smiled. "And he's a lucky guy to have a friend as nice as you. Thank you for coming to dinner, Kevin. It's almost always just Frankie and me. I love entertaining too."
SO DO I MRS CONNOR. But I don't cook. Maybe you and Frankie could come to dinner some time?" Frank was standing there and saw what was happening: Kevin was seducing his mother.
"Well, my, my. The last time a man invited me to dinner, I wound up marrying him. This will be different." "It will, mom," Frank broke in. "Now we should let Kevin go home. I know he starts early."
"I'll see you this week, Frankie. Thank you again for your hospitality, Mrs. Connor."
Kevin had noticed that the Connor house was surrounded by lilac bushes. On Monday morning, he arranged for a bouquet of them to be delivered to Frank's mom. On Monday afternoon he called Frank to tell him to come over on Tuesday night. Frank didn't answer, and he didn't show up on Tuesday. "Oh, well, "Kevin thought. "Now, I just wait for when he says he can't take it anymore. He'll be here. And he'll learn some more of my rules."