Paul enjoyed watching the play off game. terry, knowing that Paul was watching, played extra hard. He slid into second base when he singled in the third inning, trying to stretch things to a double (he didn't make it), and that gave Paul thoughts: "he did that just so the hot second basemen could go after him with the tag... hmmmm." He used that idea that afternoon: after they were back home, and while terry was still in uniform, Paul barked. "ON THE BED, SLUT. STAR POSITION." Now, terry was as horny as anyone, but he didn't know what the "slut" was about. Paul tied his wrists exceptionally tight, and he growled as he dropped his clothes. "I've seen some creative ways of flirting, but that one on the field... Ya probably thought I was fooled?" terry pulled up - or tried to. "TIM? Sir, he's the last one I'd flirt with!" That's all terry got out of his mouth, because Paul had his used jockstrap balled up, and stuffed it in. "YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO REMEMBER SAILOR BOY. I MAKE THE DECISIONS ON WHOM YOU FLIRT WITH. NO MORE OF THIS SHIT, GOT IT?" "mmmmmmph" terry squeaked out, shaking his head, just before he felt the engorged cock Paul was displaying go up his ass. Paul fucked him like he was angry. He wasn't, but he WAS horny. The combination of the warm weather, the jocks all around the field, and his manbitch.... Plus thoughts of bringing someone else into the relationship in some way. They were all circulating in his mind, and it resulted in a fucking the likes of which terry hadn't had in weeks.
Indeed, the thought of two boys had excited both of them, but they both had a very good idea of the issues. They had researched "desertion" from the Navy - not together, but independently. They learned that there were thousands of desertions every year, and while the penalty during war time was execution, there hadn't been an execution since World War II, and that desertion cases were not generally prosecuted, especially for a low ranking seaman, like terry. Still, it WAS a possibility. They had to consider that when thinking about who to bring in, if they brought someone in at all.
Paul had discounted the thought of inviting anyone from the league terry was in. It wasn't that there weren't guys he'd fuck, he just didn't want that kind of potential cattiness, gossip, and everything else that could come with it. They had searched on sites that catered to what they were looking for, but the guys they both found appealing (and there weren't a lot), lived fairly far away, and Paul wasn't about to invest that kind of money for something that didn't work out. So they continued to look. And they found him, or actually, terry did. Or, even more accurately, phil found them.
It happened at the boat yard. It was one of those exceptionally warm days in autumn: terry was working without a shirt, and in shorts. Since he was so fair, he usually did NOT strip down in the hot sun: he burned easily. That day though, was an exception. He was sweating. His hair was matted from sweat, it dripped down his face, and he was tarring a boat, which was exceptionally dirty, hot work. It was a couple of days after the hard fuck he had taken from Paul. terry was trying to think about that to push the weather out of his mind. He heard a voice behind him.
"What happened to your wrists?" Indeed, terry had rope marks where Paul had tied him, because the tie had been so tight. He turned around and saw a guy, maybe 10, maybe 12 years older than he was, shirtless, built, as Paul would say "like an English muffin with all the nooks and crannies." He was DEFINITELY someone Paul would like and.. in his cage, terry felt his cock stirring.
"Oh, uh, it's nothing. Just a rash. I get bitten a lot when it's warm. The guy laughed. "That line may work for people who don't know. I'm not one of them. " He crouched down. "I envy you. Someone's tying you up and tying you up GOOD. " He flashed a big smile. "I haven't found anyone to do that to me." terry put down his tools. "So you're into bondage." "I'm into being tied up. Not doing the tying. It's sort of what I do, besides the gym. " He paused. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Phil Miller." "How do you do. Terry Whicher here." terry held out his hand, and then pulled it back. "Maybe a shake should wait until I clean up." Phil laughed. "Sounds good. So, tell me, where you going to get tied up? Looks like a professional job." "Uh... I'm not sure I should tell you Phil." Phil laughed. "Sure. I understand." He sighed. "This town. Lotsa people into it, all freakin bottoms. Not a bondage top around." terry was about to say something, and stopped. He thought for a minute. "You live around here?" "About ten miles out in the country. I'm a painter. I call myself an artist, but by and large, I paint houses, paint barns... yadda yadda. Gotta pay the rent, gotta pay the bills. " terry blushed. "Have you thought about escort work?" Phil laughed. "Around here? I think I'd get arrested for kicking my john to death, or we'd both put feet in each other's mouth. " Another pause. "I guess you're fortunate enough to have the ONE DOM in the area." terry smiled and Phil laughed. "I KNEW IT. YOU'RE GETTING IT AT HOME, AIN'T YA?" "well, yeah, I am." "LUCKY GUY. DAMN. He got a brother?" "Uh, not around here, but..." terry reached for his phone. "Would you mind if I took your picture and sent it to my DOM?" Phil smiled. "You'd share?" "That's up to him. He's the DOM." Phil smiled. "Fair point." terry took a shot of Phil squatting there, shirtless and in tight jeans, and called Paul, who was in the city. "What's up boy?" was Paul's answer. "Hi Sir. I'm sorry to bother you. I really am." "We'll deal with that tonight boy, now what's up?" "Uh, Sir, I'm gonna send you a photo. Hold on just a minute, please Sir." The next thing he heard was a "HOLY FUCK HE'S HOT!" from Paul. "Sir, he's standing in front of me. He saw the rope marks on my wrists and..." "FUCK INVITE HIM TO DINNER TONIGHT. DAMN." "Yes sir. I'll do that right now." terry disconnected. "You wanna come to dinner tonight? I think my DOM plans on having you for dessert." Phil laughed. "I've had whipped cream shot up my ass and didn't like it, but... sure. Lemme get home and get cleaned up. What time?" "OH SHIT I didn't ask. Maybe you can come by at 6 or so? That's before dinner, but Sir is creative. He'll figure out what to do." "Can I bring anything? " Phil smiled again. "An extra set of handcuffs maybe?" Now terry laughed. "We've got plenty. "
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Paul left the bedroom where he had tied and gagged shirtless terry to a chair. His plan was to play with Phil while terry watched and then... well. The front doorbell was ringing. "HI! I'm Phil!" a smiling, built young man, wearing a tight blue polo shirt and ridiculously tiny white shorts was standing there. Paul felt his cock go rigid, but... "Did you forget something young man?" Phil gave him what terry called "his death stare." The smile left phil's face. "I apologize Sir. I'm phil Sir. I hope I'm not late." "You're not late. You just need to learn the rules around here boy. Where do those hands go?" phil's cock began to go rigid. "Behind my back Sir." "DAMN RIGHT. NOW GET IN HERE." Paul slammed the door and circled phil, who had put his head down. "Hmmm. Good ass." He ran his hand over phil's butt. "Thank you Sir." That got a SMACK. "YOU SPEAK WHEN I SAY YOU CAN SPEAK BOY . GOT IT?" "Yes sir. Sorry Sir." "Now you listen up. IF I decide you're worthy, you become BETA slave. You know what that means boy?" "Yes sir" phil answered, not looking up. "It means you give orders to both terry and this boy, and terry can give orders to me. I'm at the bottom of the pecking order." "HA HA. You're at the BOTTOM of everything bitch boi. Get in the bedroom." Paul gave him a push to the bedroom. He saw terry tied up in the chair. "YOU. GET YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND ON THE BED. SPREAD OUT." While phil was getting ready, Paul stepped behind terry and began nibbling his ear and toying with his nipples. "I'm gonna play with that boy. Right in front of you. Then.. ha ha. You'll see what I have planned.' "mmmmmmmph," terry tried to answer "yes sir," but the duct tape kept him quiet. When phil was spread out as ordered, Paul came over, and tied down his wrists. "We're gonna keep your legs free for now boy, because.... " he smiled as he picked up a vibrator from a stack of toys he had at the side. terry could tell from the color, that it wasn't the one Paul used on him. Paul lubed the vibrator, and inserted it inside phil's butt. phil began to moan. "Oh, we're just beginning boy. Just beginning." Paul produced a set of nipple clamps, and he ran them back and forth over phil's nipples. "Know who owns those tits, bitch?" "Yes sir. YOU DO. YOU OWN ME. " "GOOD! Don't have to waste time with preliminaries." He put the clips on phil who howled. terry's eyes popped open big. Paul did NOT like screaming. "Heh heh. terry's gonna introduce ya to the world of gags. For now though..." Paul produced a taut chain and looped one end to the clamps, and one to the vibrator. "Now every movement in your ass is gonna be reflected on your nips. And you're just gonna have to take it." "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh. Yes sir." Paul went back to terry and he pulled the gag out of terry's mouth. He bent down and he began frenching him, deeply. "You did good boi. REAL good. " "MMMMMMPH." Paul's tongue was down his throat, as terry tried to thank him. "I bet you're nice and hard in that cage, aren't you?" He was now out of terry's mouth and terry whispered. "Yes sir." "Well, it ain't fair that you're caged and he's not." He pulled out the key, and terry's cock was out in the open, hard and red. "LOOK. It's just about the same size as phil. That's what's gonna make the next part of this way more fun." He pulled terry out of the chair, and then he turned off the vibrator and took off the clamps. He had terry slip out of his jock. Then he untied phil. He stood at the front of the bed, arms folded. "YOU" he looked at terry. "On the bed with your buddy. 69 position." "yes sir," terry did what he was told: his mouth at phil's crotch and his crotch at phil's mouth. He felt Paul yank his hands behind him and tie them tight, and he saw him do the same to phil Then, the two boys felt a long stretch of rope go around their wastes. "SUCK. BOTH OF YOU. I WANNA SEE WHO HOLDS OUT THE LONGEST, BECAU SE THAT'S THE GUY WHO'S GONNA GET FUCKED BY ME. LOSER GETS FUCKED BY THE OTHER BOY. START!" terry had been caged for three days, so he thought he was clearly going to lose: "I've been set up!" he thought, so he got to work on phil's cock, as if it were Paul's. For his part, phil had seen the large bulge in Paul's pants. He had seen terry's cock when he came in the bedroom. He wanted Paul's. He began to fantasize about it. And that's when he lost the competition. He blew a load in terry's mouth. "Not as big as Master's" terry thought, but substantial. "HEH HEH. We gotta winner. So this is how it's gonna work. terry boy, you retie that bitch to the bed. And you better HOPE you got your top man boots on today, because you're gonna have to fuck him. And while you're fucking him.. HEH HEH. " Now terry was nervous. He didn't want to get fucked by phil, but now... he had to top someone? He had never done that. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS BITCH" he tried to yell at phil, and Paul began to laugh. "OH, you sure as shit ain't no topman terry. I got nuthin to worry about." He looked at phil. "YOU HEARD HIM. GET THEM OPEN." "yes sir! " phil hurried to spread his legs as much as possible. Then Paul rubbed terry's shoulders. "You can do it boy. Just think of what I do to you.. Cause I'm gonna do it to you." terry was nervous. Could he do this? He closed his eyes, and he moved his cock to phil's ass. The vibrator had opened up phil and... terry's not insubstantial cock found a home. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. YES ALPHA. FUCK ME. FUCK ME." phil's voice was just a tad higher than terry's, and the sounds he was making indicated: terry was doing quite fine. Then terry felt Paul's cockhead at HIS ass. "YES SIR. THANK YOU SIR. OOOOOOOOH YES." The anal daisy chain didn't last long: terry was too excited. He had never been inside a man before, and it felt... weird. But he was so desperate to cum, he began to pour his juice into phil. When he was done, Paul laughed. "Now you can just watch beta boi." He pulled terry close to him and continued to fuck him. phil was jealous: he saw the expressions that terry was making and began to wonder: when is it my turn? " Then he saw Paul push once, HARD, and terry tried to scream, except Paul had hand gagged him. "THAT'S RIGHT BOY. THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE. " When he was finished, Paul saved his last pulse for phil and shot it all over his body. "Now listen up. I expect you to stay the night. You don't have to , but if you don't, don't come back. It's up to you. If you're staying, the two of you: get in the shower, and get ready for dinner." "I'd love to stay Sir. Thank you for inviting me." Paul smiled. "Boy, this is gonna work I think" he said to terry. "Show your new toy the bathroom. I expect the two of you at table in twenty minutes." "Yes sir," was terry's response. He turned to phil. "Let me untie you . Sir expects us to be prompt. "