darien was wearing his harness and his leather hot pants: that's what Dr. Gabe wanted him wearing that night. His hands were tied behind his back, using the new leather wrist restraints that Dr. Gabe had bought while he was away. They were more comfortable than the leather strap he usually used, but darien had even less movement. They had been about to start a body worship session when the phone rang, and that's why they were on the sofa, Dr. Gabe's arm around darien and slowly twisting his left nipple. The call had gone on for a while, and "Doc" hadn't stopped. He knew what that did to darien - or as he called him - Darius - and that's why he was doing it. Another way of showing darien/darius who was in charge. He was talking to his friend Harold Snopes, trying to calm him down. Harold had a boy - flavio - who's hobby seemed to be escaping and being recaptured.
"I THOUGHT the chip would be the solution," Harold was sputtering to Dr. Gabe. "I shouldn't have told him that I had it implanted when he was unconscious." "You know, what I'm curious about, Hal, is how he knew where it was. I mean, they're not visible, and to take it out is, well, an invasive procedure." "I KNOW. Only thing I can think of is... did he have X-rays taken or something and know?" "Well, THAT's a real good possibility. I mean, a doctor might THINK something, but he's never gonna ask 'are you a man's sex slave?" He began to laugh as darien's moans got louder. "Well, if he did cut it out, at least I know he's not walking very well. Maybe that'll help the guy who I hired to track him down. Word is that Roger does real good work. "I heard the same thing. Best of luck Hal and listen: if you need any help or advice, call me. Maybe I should be the one to put the chip back when you find him. Most doctors won't do an anal implant, but I will." "I may take you up on that Gabe. Thanks."
Dr. Gabe put down the phone, shaking his head. He kept his fingers on darien's nipple, but stopped twisting it vigorously. "Foolish boy that flavio. Hal dotes on him, gets him everything, and he runs. All the time." He smiled at darien. "Not like you. You know you've got it good. The only way you're leaving is if I throw you out." "Sir, am I disappointing you in any way?" "NAH, and I'd let you know if you were, trust me. You must be hard as a rock now." Dr. Gabe had put the lock back on darien's dick when he returned from his latest trip. That was three days ago. Nipple play always made darien hard, and he was aching, desperate to shoot. "I am Sir. Very much." "Well, maybe you'll get your chance." He hooked the ring in darien's halter and pulled him to his feet as he got up. "Get to work. I haven't showered yet. Kiss every inch. EVERY FUCKING INCH. Then get that big tongue to work." "YESSIR" darius answered. Dr. Gabe was shirtless. He had taken his shirt off when he got home, in anticipation of a shower, but then the call came in. Now, as darius got closer and his nostrils took in the musky man smell of Dr. Gabe, he got harder, and harder. His moans as he kissed his Master's torso all over were getting Dr. Gabe hard. It wouldn't be long before he'd flip darius onto his back and pound him. There was more to be done though. "The pits, MbitchA. Get those pits washed. COMPLETELY." He held up his arm so darius could get in. darius closed his eyes and thought back to the one time he had made russ do that to him. It was a disaster. darius didn't know how ticklish his pits were, and the two of them just acted like silly girls. Serving the pits of a man like Dr. Gabe was the right role for darius: did he love Dr. Gabe? No. Did he love his body? Yes. Did he love their relationship? Very much. "Doc" was temperamental though: darius knew that his time with Dr. Gabe could be limited. "Doc" had a wandering eye, and russ had caught it. darius heard him whisper russ' name in his sleep one night, but that was all he had. That was about to change. As he finished Dr. Gabe's second pit, and Dr. Gabe pulled him away, he said: "I think it would be really, REALLY hot if you and your school buddy worshipped me at the same time. One of you on top, the other one waist down." He paused. "Make it happen, boy." darius gulped. "Yes sir." "Now get into the bedroom. I'm taking you from behind tonight so no need to untie you. You look so sexy when you're tied that way. Make me even harder." darius had learned to position himself so that it was easier on his body when Dr. Gabe took him from behind - he always did after body worship- and he waited for that big, thick cock that he loved so much to pin him to the bed. It didn't take long. He moaned a loud one and Dr. Gabe laughed. "You're such a slut. Such a fucking slut. Hard to imagine you topped for a while. Just fucking unbelievable." He thrust and darius yelped. "You taught me what I am Sir. A man's bitch. " "Ha ha. MY bitch. Remember that fucktoi." "Yes sir. ALWAYS. OH GOD. Oooooh." The combination of his medical background, and darius' pure openness had allowed Dr. Gabe to know EXACTLY how to work darius. That's why he played with his left nipple, and not his right one, and that's why he was chewing on the spot right below the back of darius' neck, and then scraping it with his beard as his cock continued to dig deeper. Yes, he was going to let darius cum tonight. In the bathroom, where he didn't have to see it. And then he was going to get to work on Dr. Gabe's latest fantasy. Who knows? Maybe he'd invite his nephew Johnny over too. They were having lunch the next day, and he knew Johnny had taken a shine to Russ as well. "TAKE THAT LOAD RUGBY BOY." Dr. Gabe yelled as he shot into darius. He couldn't see darius smile, but he WAS smiling. He loved it when he could get Dr. Gabe to cum. "Doc" would never admit it, but he wasn't ready . darius had pushed back though and the impact of Dr. Gabe's balls against darius' ass had set off the chain reaction. Dr. Gabe pulled out and rolled darius over after he untied him. He tossed the cock cage key on darius' belly. "Go take care of yourself. I'll be waiting in the living room." "Yes sir." darius sighed. He wished that Dr. Gabe would watch him cum, but it was one of his Master's unbreakable laws: subs kept their orgasms to themselves.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "So, how are things going with you and your current hottie, uncle?" Johnny smiled at Doc Gabe across the table. Seeing the two of them sitting together, you would conclude they were related: father and son? uncle and nephew? Something. They both had the eyes, the sneaky smile, the broad cheekbones. Johnny was the son of the sister Gabe didn't even know he had. He learned about 20 years ago when this young man showed up on his doorstep and said "Hey Gabe. I'm Johnny. Your sister's kid. Nice place you got here." Information tumbled out of the teenager, and he found out that he had run away from home because his sister was, as he put it "pimping me out and I'd rather fuck them than have them fuck me." Gabe had asked "where did you learn that language," and Johnny had just shrugged his shoulders "I guess around, I dunno. But if one more of those farts climbs on top of me I'm gonna bite it off. Gabe could only laugh. "Sounds like something I would say," he thought. He investigated and everything Johnny told him was true. He contacted the woman who was his sister legal documents were drawn up, and he became Johnny's legal guardian until he reached "maturity," although Doctor Gabe felt with good reason that Johnny had never matured. Still, he was fun and he had attractive friends.
"darius is a good boy, Johnny. He thinks I don't know when he's checking someone else out, and he thinks I don't know that he wants to top again, but when push comes to shove." "You push and shove and he swallows, RIGHT uncle?" "Doc" was pretty up front, but Johnny could surprise even him. "So, tell me my wandering rock. What's YOUR personal life like? Anyone special?" Johnny nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee. "Wandering rock? That's funny Gunc. Can't take the classicist out of the man. I think of myself more as a rolling stone: love em and leave em. But... ya know, I met one that I think I wanna see again." "Tell me more. I haven't heard you say this in a long time." "Someone who I met at a rugby mixer. Name is Russ, but I tease him and call him Rusty cause his ass is so tight it needs constant lubing. Sweet looking guy, probably too passive for me, but, well... he's mighty fine arm candy." "His name is Russ?" "Yeah. Russ Sherman." He saw the look on his uncle's face. "Something wrong Unc?" Gabe shook his head no, but smiled. "You ever hear the expression 'six degrees of separation?" "Yeah?" "Well, Russ was my boy's lover in college, and their best friends." "NO! Ain't that the shit. WAIT. I got more. Russ is real swoony romantic about that wrestler I told you about." "Owen? The guy you pinned by cheating the way Uncle Gabe taught you?" "He's the one, Unc. What can I say: the apple didn't fall far from the tree." Johnny was silent for a minute and then he sighed. "You know, I'm gonna sound like a pig but here we go: if I could find someone who looked like Russ, but who resisted in bed the way Owen did... I'd have my perfect man." "No such thing young man." "You seem to be happy, Unc." "For now. You've seen me happy before and then..." "YEAH. From what you told me, you were never fully happy after that guy Dave." "DON'T MENTION HIM! MY ACID INDIGESTION." "Sorry Unc. Never again." "You are right though." He sighed again. "There have been how many? I don't know. darius is fun: we both know what's going on: he's gonna finish that MBA and leave. Nothing I'm gonna be able to do is gonna change his mind." "You don't know that Unc." "Yeah, I think I do. But we'll see. Anyhow, talk to me. How's your art going? What about rugby? Do you need any cash?" He pulled out his wallet and his checkbook. "I'll start with a 3, just tell me the number of zeroes, Johnny."
To jump back into time, just about when Doc was fucking darius, russ knocked on Owen's apartment door. The big man answered it in nothing but a pair of navy blue shorts and sneakers. "Too hot out, babe. Sorry. You just came from work, didn't you?" He pulled russ into him. russ still hadn't adjusted to those front bear hugs. He HAD adapted to Owen opening his lips after kissing them a few times and shoving down his tongue, while he ran his hands up and down russ' butt. russ flexed his cheeks and Owen laughed. "There's some porno guy who does that, but only if you smack him with a paddle." "Hmmm. Sounds hot to me. You got a paddle Sir?" Owen clicked his tongue. "I do. I have several. But that's for later or another time. I promised you something tonight, and I'm gonna keep that promise. But first..." He turned around, grabbed something and tossed it to russ. "Go get changed." russ held it out. It was a school wrestling singlet. "We're...."' "Yeah, we are. I wanna see how you look before I decide whether to fuck you before or after ." "How about both?" russ teased. "I get you in that bed, russy, and you're not getting out of it until tomorrow." It was hard to squeeze his woody into the singlet, but russ got naked and then got it on. "It seems a little tight, Sir." "It's supposed to be. I went one size down because that way. I can see every crevice on that body of yours. russ giggled. "Ok. I'll change back and put it back on when we get to the ring. "YOU'LL DO NO SUCH THING. " Owen laughed. "If you knew how many times I walked outta this apartment with one or a group of my grapplers, no one's gonna think a single thing. You keep that on. I'm just gonna change now too. Actually, change is the wrong word." He pulled a tank top on, and grabbed his workout bag. "Let's go muffin. It's not that far from here, but I gotta get you pinned and submitted in time for dinner, because I'm starving."
"Wow. I never thought of a place like this with no one in it." Owen had taken russ to what was, essentially, an academy for professional wrestlers. This was where they learned the different tricks, how to fall without getting hurt, how to take punches, everything that they convince many people is real. "It's all fake, isn't it, Sir?" russ asked Owen. Owen gave him an evil look. "Well, yes and no, russy. Those falls, the jumps from the top of the ring all that... yeah, all fake. But there are holds you see which, if they're done to completion, can hurt. You don't want that do you? You just want me to wrestle you college style and then torment you? "Not really Sir. I was hoping there were some holds that happen during a professional match that...I dunno, let you know the other guy is totally in control." Owen sighed. "Ok. So, I'll show you a couple. First, you know the stance: the one everyone begins in." "Yeah." russ began to smile. "Like this. " He got into a crouch and held out his hands to grip Owen's. Owen took them and they began the strength test russ could only lose. And when he did, Owen grinned. "Ok, here's the first one. It's a submission hold." He kept russ' hands locked and moved to a place behind him, pinning his arms behind him. "Ha. Like I'm gonna surrender to this. You did this to me at your place." "Not finished yet big mouth." Then Owen began lifting russ off the floor. Just a little. He had russ standing on the tips of his toes. "OH SHIT FUCK." russ WAS beginning to feel pain and he was beginning to feel excited. "LET ME GO BEAST." "SUBMIT" Owen bellowed, pulling russ' arms up further. "AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. NO NEVER." Owen lowered russ and then pulled him up sharply. "I SAID SUBMIT." And he put his mouth over russ' ear. "You're gonna be SO MUCH FUN to fuck jobber boy." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I'm not giving up." Owen pulled his arms up further. "OKAY OKAY. I GIVE. I GIVE I SUBMIT." Owen let go of his boyfriend, and massaged his shoulders. "That took longer than I thought it would. You're a tough little fucker." "FUCKEE is the correct term Sir." "Ha ha. I guess that's a synonym for bottom. So, you want another fall?" "BRING IT ON" When the preliminaries were over, Owen had russ in an abdominal stretch. "You are locked in stud. Not going anywhere and this is just gonna hurt more." russ screamed. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "I want you out of that jersey. I want you buck naked, jobber boy." He increased the pressure on the stretch. "OKAY OKAY. ANYTHING YOU WANT." When Owen let russ go, he looked concerned. "You mad at me, russ?" "Hell NO. That was great." russ stripped down. "SEE?" He pointed to his rigid hard on. "OH, that's gonna be fun for what's next." Owen shoved russ against the ropes and then "tied" his arms into them. Then he stretched out his legs and did the same thing. "Now THAT. THAT is a thing of beauty. I could just do things like this." He ran his fingers over russ' cockhead. "And you can't do anything. Not a damn thing but suffer. And you're gonna suffer, sweetcakes." Owen picked up the bag he had brought with him. "They call this a heel bag. We all get them and they have the toys that a heel might wanna just on a jobber. Like this.." He pulled out a length of stretchy rope. "This goes at the base of your balls, like this." He tied russ' "and you tie the other end to the bottom rope of the ring so that when your opponent moves... He suffers. And if he doesn't move, you've got THIS to help him " Owen pulled out a small paddle that looked like a fly swatter. "OH SHIT. OUCH." He began tapping russ' balls and when russ squirmed, the rope pulled his balls. "FUCK. THIS IS EVIL. I LOVE IT." "The paddle is good all over. Like... remember I told you about the porn star..." Owen stepped out of the ring and behind russ. He smacked each ass cheek. "MAKE EM DANCE FOR ME JOBBER." russ began flexing one, then the other cheek. He could see that there was pre-cum leaking out of his cock. "But of course, the heel's best tools.. are his hands and fingers." He ran his fingers up and down russ' nips. "And his tongue" He began licking russ' ear. "OH GOD. What's painful now Sir is... not having you in me. Can we go home, please?" Owen laughed. "NAH. You're gonna get fucked right in the wrestling ring. I'm the victor taking his spoils." He got russ out of the ropes and moved him to the middle of the ring. "Next time, maybe I'll tie you down, corner to corner and take you that way, but for tonight." He kissed russ. "You want cock?" "Yes sir. REAL BAD." "Get me wet. Cause I get aroused by wrestling too." russ took Owen in his mouth and slurped as much as he could. His mouth was surprisingly dry, but he built up enough saliva and moaned and begged when Owen began withdrawing it. russ saw the little evil look as Owen deep throated him right as he was about to pull out. "GOD YOU DO SUCH A GOOD JOB. I gotta pull out so I can take your ass." "I wish you had two cocks Sir." "Me too russ. Me too." He bent russ' knees and pushed him back so that he had easy access to russ' waiting hole. "OH YEAH. TAKE YOUR JOBBER STUD. TAKE HIM. FUCK HIM HARD. FUCK HIM REALLY HARD." russ had learned that a nipple tweak could get Owen even harder and he reached for them. "Take em bottom boy," Owen bent over. "OH YEAH. MAKE THE BEAST SHOOT. MAKE HIM SHOOT! " And he did. Deep into russ. Long, hot lashes of cum. He shot the last one at russ' face. "Taste it. Best I can do tonight." russ smiled, like a cat eating cream. "How about you put on a show for me, russ? How about you cum? How about you cum while I tell you what I'm gonna do to you in the future you fucking sexy assed studmuffin." "MMMMM. Tell me but keep it secret Sir. Whisper it to me. " The string of filth that came out of the gentle bear's mouth just pushed russ to the edge. Owen grabbed his hand and said "Not yet. I wanna tell you something. I love you russ sherman." russ gulped. "I think... I think I love you too Owen. Owen let go of his hand. "Well, thinking is gonna have to be good enough" he thought." He smiled when russ shot all over himself. "GOD. Did I just cum more than I do at your place?" "Maybe. But I'm learning. I'll be able to drain you better from now on. Now that I know a bit of what to do."
They headed back to Owen's. They were going to clean up some more, and then get a quick dinner. While Owen was cleaning up, a call came in to russ' phone. It was darius. "HEY STUD. I'm at Owen's. What's up?" "Oh, ok. I'll call again tomorrow at lunch. Just a heads up. Dr. Gabe wants to invite you over to dinner. Saturday?" "Oh, cool, I'll ask Owen." darien was silent for a minute. "It's only an invitation for you russ. It's.... it's a little more than dinner. I'll explain tomorrow. I don't want to spoil your evening." "Well, ok, I'm confused now but... I'll talk to you tomorrow." Owen came out of the bathroom. "You look upset. Bad call?" "I'm not sure. It was darius. I have an invitation to dinner with he and Gabe on Saturday." "Oh, that should be fun. darius used to host the rugby parties. I haven't been in that place in a long time." He saw russ' face. "AH. YOU were invited, not me. One of Dr. Gabe's sex parties." "Sex parties?" "darius doesn't tell you much, does he? Wait until he gives you details. Now, before I go over and kick Dr. Gabe's ass for horning in on my boyfriend, let's go get dinner."