Rick Howman

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RICK HOWMAN - PART FIVE

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RICK HOWMAN - PART FIVE

I mean, I knew I was angry - but I didn't know how angry. I mean, surely, anyone reading this can understand how I was feeling? You do understand don't you? It's not that strange is it, wanting to murder someone? Do you know what I mean?

I mean, I know I was horny as fuck in the days that followed; I went out on the screw, but the house felt lonely, you know? With him gone, and without, him, the sound of his breathing at night, the way he woke me occasionally with his disturbances, like he'd grab my prick, even when he was sleeping, and hold it like it was his and, all that; I missed all that. Stroking his arsecrack through his panties whilst he slept. Little pink panties. Putting my arm round his neck. Holding him in my armlock. Choking him. Watching him choke. Watching his trust become panic. Releasing him. Watching him cough. Seeing that look of confused trust, anger, humiliation and relief in his reddened eyes. Watching him reach for his hardon - and stopping him from doing it. Do you know what I mean?

Those panties. That neck. Wanting to punch him. Holding back. Letting rip.

I mean, I went to all the usual places, but most of the guys who I'd wanted I'd had, or hadn't been interested. Stands to reason; you work through the talent eventually. Fresh meat comes along, but not always suitable, or for their own reasons not keen. I balked at the idea I had to cruise and hunt again through the dark, alcoholic corners, searching and making do with unsatisfying experiences like some vampire feeding on abattoir blood for want of pure breathless humans. And it wasn't edifying to have to reject once more, or once again feel the sting of rejection. I don't mind saying, it almost broke my spirit. Do you know what I mean?

I mean ... oh, listen to me! I'm moaning on - moan, moan, moan - but a guy can take you like that; wrong foot you emotionally. He had hurt me alright. Direct hit. I thought of him and Tony together, Tony's giant dick impaling him from one end or the other, sliding it over his face, across his mouth, in between his tight sticky lips, his staring adoring eyes concentrating on serving and worshipping; or, sawing his cunt, hurting him, draining out deep inside him.

I mean, I know I treated him like a slave but that was really just a sex thing. He wasn't my equal - can't help that - but he was ... What was he? His tight hole, that's what he was, and fucking him every night and every first thing and him devoting himself to it and acting the slave to me day and night was (how can I put this?) energising! It was energising. It put a spring in my step.

Now, I had lost that spring.

That feeling, I slowly came to realise, was, desolation. Do you know what I mean? I was bereft.

So I didn't speak to Tony for some time; I got my staff to draw up the agreements. It didn't require much face to face, but eventually a meeting was necessary to go over some more difficult details. It had been about a week since the party when Tony invited me over to his pad. I had wanted him to visit me, but he insisted. "Let me give you dinner," he said, "we can finalise this thing and then celebrate."

I didn't want to celebrate, but I had to admit Tony's terms were generous. It was a good deal. Very profitable to me. It felt good to look at the numbers and see that Tony's contribution was effectively way over the odds. Nevertheless, when he said, "Let's celebrate," I felt instinctively uneasy, like he had more to celebrate than I did.

That night when I attacked him, my Baby, me having to be dragged off his almost lifeless body, that was the last straw for him. He took a while to recover - Tony, shaking him and hugging him, told him, "Take that stupid harness off. That's his." Just about managed to dress. Tony handed him his clothes. Tony was hard all the time during this; he knew he'd won. After not speaking a word, unsure if he could speak, Baby simply and silently nodded when Tony put his arm round his shoulders with the words, "Let's get you out of here."

I suppose that's what you'd call, implied consent.

Tony steered Baby out of the bedroom and out of the house, saying goodnight to people on the way, saying he'd be in touch, saying not to worry, saying it was all fine, and letting his erection bump into Baby's side, backside or leg, pretty well constantly, so that Baby knew it was there, waiting for him, wanting him. When they got to the car, Tony clunked the door locks open, blinking the lights, and handed over the fob to Baby with the words, "You'll be alright." Baby took the fob without speaking. "Open the door for me," said Tony, immediately establishing his authority and control.

Baby went ahead. He pulled the front passenger door, and respectfully stood holding it open for Tony to get in. He noticed that Tony got into the car without looking at him.

"You couldn't stay there after that," muttered Tony

"No I couldn't stay there after that," he agreed.

Turning to sit, with a smile, Tony reassured him, "And you know when we get back I'm going to fuck you so deep. I'm going to hurt you much more than he could hurt you in there."

Baby nodded again; his mind was already fully occupied with the thought of Tony's prick. Baby hadn't seen Tony naked, but had seen that he had the strong neck and shoulders, back and limbs of a man who had taken care to maintain himself physically. Tony's well cared for body could clearly deliver the same punch as his wealth.

Baby slammed the door gently shut, then went round to the driver's side. Tony watched his tight clothes revealing his lean muscled body beautifully - and sighed with satisfaction.

"Oh yes-sss."

As he got in, Baby could feel Tony's presence next to him, and the powerful stink of beautiful leather filled his lungs with the reassurance of amazing financial security. "I really am such a slut," thought Baby with satisfaction. The car burbled luxuriously into life as the interior light faded algorithmically.

"Where to?" he asked.

It was a fairly short trip - though they had to join the motorway. Baby found driving easy, and liked being responsible for Tony's comfort and safety.

"I like the way you drive," said Tony, sliding his hand over Baby's knee as it rose and fell on the pedal, squeezing his thigh, stroking it. Through the tight black trousers he could feel its smooth hard biker muscles.

Baby tensed as Tony's hand pushed into his crotch. He laughed, "Go easy coach! I gotta concentrate!"

"So concentrate then."

Baby flexed his leg. "Don't you have a chauffeur?" he said, with a cough.

"I did have."

"What happened to him?"

"He didn't want to suck my cock."

Baby coughed again. "Why did you hire him then?"

"I thought he could be persuaded ... if I paid him enough. Why'd you ask. You interested?"

"You wouldn't have to pay me to suck your cock!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"Never."

"I'm not so certain of that. You're a gold-digger. You remind me of myself when I was young - 'cept I was never a cocksucker."

"You were an Alpha even then," Baby smiled, "So what made you a gold-digger?"

"I knew how to use assets to generate income." Tony smiled. "That was always my gift."

"One of your gifts," grinned Baby, glancing in his mirrors to overtake. He accelerated into the fast lane and stayed there, speeding past all traffic.

Tony liked it. "You're a good, confident driver. Safe. You should do this for a living ..."

"Would you like me to be your chauffeur?"

"I'd like you to be my servant-boy cocksucker. But you could also be my chauffeur."

"Like I was for Rick."

"Yeah," said Tony, "but my cock's way bigger than his. As you've experienced. Take the next exit."

"But that's ..."

"Don't argue."

The slip-road curved in a wide circle before tunnelling under the motorway and merging into the high street of a small country town. Tony's gaff was the old brick vicarage, an 18th Century building that had been restored and, respecting regulations, modernised to within an inch of its life; casual observers could not tell that, behind its facade of Georgian elegance, decorative opulence, expensive fabrics, ceramics and woods, and subtle lighting effects, lay a mass of throbbing technical wizardry, state of the art electronics, all the latest gadgets and gizmos, and the facilities of a hotel-cum-spa-cum ... -cum!

As he steered Tony's car into the driveway Baby could barely contain his excitement. The house was a mansion. Their arrival triggered lights which illuminated a great black panelled front-door, gleaming with large brass knocker and letterbox. It was framed within a baroque-looking casement with huge smooth white columns and finely-detailed pediment. An ornately-leaded fan window revealed shining white interior lights. As Baby drew up next to the front steps and breaked, pulling on the hand-break, he thought, "I've really struck gold this time!" He looked at Tony who looked at him, clearly expecting something. Baby twisted the key and extracted it. The car was silent except for a satisfied ticking as it cooled. Baby nodded, opened his door and got out of the car; he could barely walk he was so hard.

Tony kept looking at Baby, Baby's body, and the way he moved, his tight trousers and his bum. Tony's dick twitched down his leg, eager to be let out and loose on Baby's fuck-hungry holes. Baby opened the car door and stood to attention, his cock pressed against his zip, whilst Tony got out. Tony was so pleased: It seemed that Baby already knew what was expected of him in his new role - and he certainly looked the part. "I keep wanting to touch you. I can't stop looking at you. You're so beautiful," he thought. Baby's tight shirt revealed his finely tooled chest and rippled arms. Baby didn't know what to do with the car keys, so he dropped them into his pocket.

Tony handed Baby another key selected prominently out from another loop. Baby took it, so respectfully he almost bowed, turned and used it to open the great black door. He stepped back to let Tony enter.

"After you, son," said Tony, with a wave.

Baby entered and saw the sparkling interior for the first time, a white marble tiled floor and Tony's over-sexed timber staircase that corkscrewed up to a balustraded mezzanine overlooking an elaborate crystal and gold chandelier.

Baby gasped.

"Welcome to your new home."

"H-home?"

"Why not? I'm giving you a fresh start. You don't need anything. I've got everything you need. It's up to you what you make of it," said Tony.

"I thought Rick was supposed to be a fresh start."

"Yeah. Well this, is." Tony grabbed Baby's neck and thrusting his tongue into Baby's mouth. He was surprised at how tightly Baby hugged him. Whilst they snogged like this Baby searched out Tony's crotch, the thick handle of meat, undid its fly and pushed his hand in.

Tony was slightly shorter than Baby.

"Now show me you're grateful," said Tony, pressuring Baby gently to his knees.

"At last," thought Baby.

"Do you want to suck it?"

"Yes Sir."

Baby's mouth was dripping.

"Oh god you are beautiful," thought Tony, stroking Baby's hair whilst Baby's jaw widened to its fullest extent.

When Baby could no longer cope without any breath, Tony pulled him off, slapping his huge erection in Baby's face.

"Good boy. You like that. Good," he said, "now I'm going to break you completely, you'll like that; you beg for it."

Baby was more excited than he had ever been before in his life. The prospect of having Tony's huge rod hammering his sphincter made his mind go completely blank. He started to shiver and then shake as an animal hunger swept through him, a wave to which he completely surrendered. His mouth opened, dribbling a mixture of Tony's pre-cum and his own fluids. He stared, eyes bleary and unfocused, as Tony pushed him into position.

"Take your trousers down boy."

Baby obeyed mechanically, not bothering to step out of them when they dropped to his ankles; he shuffled like a penguin when Tony directed him over to a French classic side-table and told him to grip its ormolu gilt rim. The table rocked on its delicately turned legs. Tony smeared spit on his massive nob-head and then pressed it against Baby's hairy cockhole.

"You're arse drives me wild. I wanted to see that. Is it too big?"

"I don't know."

"Of course I'm going to go in gently. I need this to be as pleasant for you as I find it or it won't work. I want to be able to fuck you again and again. I want you to keep on wanting it. I want you to keep on begging me for it the way you do now. But there's no way you won't be in pain, to be honest."

Tony rubbed his cockhead around Baby's sphincter.

"Open your legs. Wider. Show me your hole."

Baby shifted his feet wider and arched his back so that his hard white buttocks displayed in a classic whore pose. His whole body displayed for Tony to enter.

"Let me hurt you. Let me hurt you. Ask me to hurt you."

"I'm scared."

"Don't be scared. It'll excite you. You'll beg to be fucked."

I'm not scared, thought Baby. I don't scare that easy.

"I'm already begging to be fucked," said Baby, insolently.

"You think you are. You don't know how much you can want it. This is only the beginning." (Baby moaned.) "You know what you're going to get, don't you? It's really hard."

"Ram it in. Ram it in," moaned Baby getting impatient.

"Relax."

"Hold me."

"Relax."

"Hold me."

Baby felt safe in Tony's bear hug arms, Tony entering him like a truck. He liked the way Tony continually groped him, coaching his body to conform to the demands of his erection, the way Tony enjoyed him and owned him physically, taking the pleasure he needed from him, entering him like he was parking his expensive car in the lobby of an expensive hotel.

"Open wide.

"Take more.

"Relax.

"Open.

"Let it in.

"Let it slide in.

"Feel it.

"Breath.

"Feel it entering you.

"Feel it inside you.

"Feel it pounding.

"Now that I am inside you."

"Yes Sir."

"Do not struggle.

"Just let it ride."

Baby liked the way Tony touched him, and that thick creature, softly, persistently demanding entry into him. Determined.

"Are you thinking about my cock?"

"I think about men's cocks all the day."

"I feel bad about hurting you so much. Are you in pain?"

Baby rolled on his back, his face contorted. Tony crawled over him, putting one hand either side of his face, looking at him with infinite concern. Baby opened his eyes and saw Tony looking at him like this and smiled, but didn't answer.

"I know I've hurt you but, you'll be alright. I'm not going to fuck you again ... "

Baby suddenly looked concerned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm going to let it recover before I fuck it again. Stand up. Show me your cock. Let me touch your skin. Turn round; let me look at your back. Your backside. The backs of your legs. Let me look at your head. Your hands. Your forearms. Let me look at your nipples. Your stomach. Your chest. You sexy little cunt. You are a sexy little cunt. Aren't you. What are you? Eh?"

"A sexy little cunt Sir."

"I'm giving it to you because you deserve it. You deserve the pleasure."

"These men don't respect you, these other men who've had you."

"You want it all for free, but I think you are willing to work hard. I like to see a man work hard. You are willing to work hard aren't you?"

"Absolutely!" Baby answered instinctively, because he wanted Tony's cock, but he pictured himself actually working, working around the house, doing real man's work like lifting and carrying and saying yes even when he was tired - and that was worrying. "I guess I'll just have to deal with it," he thought. "What choice do I have?" His cunt was a raw fuck hole but he wanted it. He wanted it. "I don't want it for free," he said defensively, "I'm honest. I want to pay my way. I'm like that!"

Tony smiled at Baby's earnestness. "You think that," he said, "because you want to think it."

"So why did you choose me then? I'm just another cocksucking slut to you. You can snap your fingers and any number of cute subs'll throw themselves at you. You've got everything. You got everything. Already. Why me?"

"Oh Baby, don't you realise?"

"Realise what?"

But Tony chose not to answer.

Tony had a cleaner who came in most days. She saw Baby naked - he went around the house that way. Tony said. Tony liked it.

"Don't mind Hyacinth. She's seen it all, haven't you Hyacinth?"

"Oh I don't know. I'magine, maybe..." conceded Hyacinth. "I've seen a lot of things. Specially 'ere. That Tony. I'magine there's not much I haven't seen round 'ere." She laughed and swept the gleaming parquet. Baby watched her and then turned to Tony - Tony dressed in a white towelling robe, "What do you want me to do?" he said.

"You work. I'll watch," said Tony.

"That's what Rick used to say."

"He was right. It's good for you."

But since there wasn't any work, Baby did press-ups, and chin-ups in the door frame, and star jumps and spot running. And Tony watched.

"Ooooh, you'r wearin'me out!" said Hyacinth, pouring disinfectant into a bucket. Baby stopped, panting and then fixed drinks for everyone. Hyacinth had a glass of lime cordial which she drank in three big gulps.

"Needed that," she muttered, sweating.

Baby took a quick shower and came back, his hair standing on end where he had been rubbing to dry it.

Hyacinth cleaned the bathroom. Baby stood around. Then he went to Tony and wrapped himself round him. When she came back she said, "He should be doing some of this! Some slave!"

When Hyacinth left Baby wanted Tony to fuck him, he was so turned on - Hyacinth treating him like a pet that Tony fed and gave straw to. Tony laughed, "She's right! But she knows I'm getting my money's worth! I always do."

They were lying in bed, cuddling sleepily.

"Tony, are you frightened of death?" asked Baby, considering Tony's age which, whilst not anywhere near as young as Baby's, and older still than Rick's by a long way, still was not anywhere near ending.

"Why do you ask? Think I'm going to conk out?"

"Naooooooooo! I'm just ... wondering ... about ..."

"Wondering about my will? Don't. You won't be in it, sonny; you're just a servant, as far as I'm concerned. Like Hyacinth - well not exactly like Hyacinth. I have left her a little something, assuming she outlives me and assuming ... we don't fall out."

"I'm not wondering about the will, Tony! Christ you really don't trust me at all ..."

"I trust you. I trust you. I trust you to suck my cock. I trust you to fetch me my drink, stand around looking beautiful, wait at table, look after guests. I trust you as far as I need to. I trust you in the garden lifting and carrying, digging and mowing. I trust you to take my inches and fuck you."

"Yeah. Well. All I'm asking, is, Is death frightening? Is it? Or don't you care? I'm asking because ... I want your opinion. I want your opinion. I want to know what you think. I'm just interested. Sorry if I touched a nerve."

"Look. Baby. Kneel up. See that? That is my cock. That is all you need to interest you. Just deal with that. Forget the rest. Your work is cut out. Forget the rest. Do as you are told. Serve that and don't think about the rest. Just serve that. Think about that. Do like you're told and we'll be fine. I don't want ... I don't need problems."

Baby, kneeling on the bed, one leg either side of Tony's body, stared at Tony's cock, draped across Tony's thigh like a fat snake that had just eaten a very fat worm, and tried to focus on it like he had been told.

Tony sighed. "Don't think about death, yours or mine or anyone else's. It's a pointless waste of time. You just relax. Look at me."

Baby looked up at Tony's face.

"That's right. Go on then. Suck it."

Baby leaned forward and opened his mouth.

"Look at me! Don't look at it."

Baby looked at Tony. He got his lips to the end of it without looking at it and started to lick it and suck it and slide it in and out of his lips.

"Look at me!"

Baby looked up. His mouth was full.

"Don't look at it. Look at me. Keep looking at me ... ... ... That's it. That's it. You want it."

Baby knew he did.

"Now suck on my tit," said Tony.

Baby crawled up and sucked Tony's right nipple, laying one leg across Tony's thighs so that Tony's penis was trapped; he stroked Tony's left peck with his palm whilst Tony embraced his head and stroked his hair, encouraging him to do it, "Yeah that's it. You like that."

"Mmm nnn mm ..."

Tony, looking over Baby's shoulder, his back and his smooth rounded buttocks, saw Baby's strong calves with proprietorial satisfaction.

"Do you know how rich I am?"

Baby released Tony's tit to reply. "No Sir. No idea. Millions?" Then he resumed tonguing the nipple.

"Yeah, millions. I can give you anything. Anything you can dream I can make happen. Do you know that?"

Again Baby looked up to say, "Yes Sir I suppose ..."

Tony grabbed his face, "You suppose. You have no idea. Let me tell you, you want a piece you got to be worth it. Are you worth it?"

Baby looked stupid. "I don't know Sir. It's your decision isn't it?"

"It is. But you can make that decision easy by being worth it. That means work." Tony lifted Baby's jaw and jabbed Baby's chest. "All this. Presentation. It's all got to be right." Tony stroked Baby's shoulders and then his neck, squeezing it like a piece of market produce. Baby enjoyed being touched. He liked the feel of Tony's fingers on him and the way Tony looked at him like he was another object he had bought and paid for and owned. He liked being enjoyed and he enjoyed being owned.

"You like it don't you?" said Tony stroking Baby's electric surface, his legs, his hair, his groin, his arms, his shoulders, his stomach, the small of his back, his nose, his face, his lips - Baby smiled - his anus, his scrotum, his ears. He put his fingers in Baby's mouth. He pinched the skin just above his navel. He held his pec and squeezed hard until Baby held his breath and squirmed and moaned, "Fuck me ..." and tried to get Tony's erection between his legs.

"Massage my feet," said Tony.

Baby sighed. "You don't love me; you find me fuckable, amusing and servile. I've been kidnapped again and ... this'll never ... stop."

"Kidnapped by a man in a mask?" Tony laughed. "You wish. Look, this is the arrangement: You can only use someone who wants to be used. Do you want to be used? Just how much choice do you think you've got, Hey?"

Baby nodded disconsolately.

"Call me Sir."

Baby gulped back his mood. "Yes Sir," he said.

Tony continued, "You're the type of guy who needs a man who can bring home the bacon. Because you need bacon."

"I need all kinds of meat Sir," said Baby, grinning.

"Yes you do. You need all kinds of meat."

"All of the meats. Need beef. Need sausage. Bacon. Meaty balls. Cold cuts."

They laughed.

Baby asked, "Does everything depend upon the size of your dick?"

Tony replied like this, "Point is: With this thing hanging between your legs you always know, in any situation, the answer to the question, Who's in charge?"

"I can understand that," said Baby. Tony's cock was even bigger than Rick's. When he spoke, a little saliva gathered on his bottom lip and dripped off, landing on his chest. Baby didn't notice, but Tony did notice and he was pleased.

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END OF RICK HOWMAN - PART FIVE