The Household

DISCLAIMER; This is an adult male story with scenes of spanking and sex between consenting male adults. If you find this type of activity immoral or offensive please press the BACK button on your browser now.

The characters in this story have names but they do not refere to anybody who has that name in reality. If your name appears, I apologise but as I do not know anybody of that name it is not you thatI am writing about!

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THE HOUSEHOLD PART NINETEEN - TRAINING PETER When all this was happening back at the house, Peter and Roy had gone to stay at a cheap run-down place near the centre of the city. The place belonged to a friend of Roy's who he had tricked for when he was in care. The idea of going there was simple, while they were away from the others Roy could train Peter in as a permanent bottom. He knew that this wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world to do. Peter had a rebellious nature and would be difficult to train. At the same time Roy wasn't a sadist. Whilst he liked to top his tricks he was willing to be easy on them and the only kink he enjoyed was spanking his men.

When they arrived at the house Peter was a bit shocked. There was nobody in the house and Roy opened the door with his own key. Peter had thought it might be a bit like William's place but it wasn't. It was damp and dirty and smelt a bit. He was quite uncomfortable. Roy sensing his partner's discomfort directed him up the stairs and told him to take a shower.

Peter got out of the shower and dried off as best he could with the wet towels and went back to the other room. He lay on the bed, until he heard Roy coming to the door again. He ran to the bathroom and called out, "Be right back."

When he came back there was a young man he had never seen before sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs spread as he watched Peter's return. He smiled. Peter liked that smile and decided that he trusted him. He turned and wiggled his arse and said, "I hope I didn't embarrass you walking in here naked."

As he spoke, Simon was massaging the front of his jeans.

"Fuck off fag-breath, do you really think I'd get off on fucking you?"

He stood up and Peter thought he was going to hit him or something, but he just walked out the door. Peter felt dejected. He had hoped to get shafted but apparently Simon wasn't into that. Rejection didn't come easily to Peter.

The door opened again and Roy stood there looking at Peter. He sort of smiled and said, "Well, I see you've met Simon."

"Why did he leave?" Peter asked.

"Oh I wouldn't worry, he's downstairs making preparations, he only dropped by to get an idea of your size!"

Simon returned with a pile of straps, clothing and other stuff. Roy left the room and Simon set to work. He attached leather cuffs to Peter's wrists and ankles, he put a collar around his neck. Peter was like putty in his hands. He turned Peter around and slopped a load of thick grease on his hole. He began to push his fingers in and out after the grease to lubricate the muscle. Peter was amazed as the young man never spoke during the whole process. Simon finally wrapped heavy insulating tape around the top of Peter's scrotum pulling his balls tight in their sack. He picked up a towel, wiped his hands and left the room without saying a single word.

When Roy returned Simon had Peter hanging by the ankles from two hooks in the rafters, the ropes held his legs wide apart. His arms were also spread apart. His head was inches from the floor and his face was red. His balls were tightly bound with red insulating tape, keeping his balls drawn well away from his groin.

Standing behind him, Roy ran his hands over his butt, squeezing the muscles and then spreading them further apart to reveal his arse. His fingers moved inward, two of them sliding easily into the hole that Simon had already greased. Roy pulled the hole open and two more of his fingers entered and helped stretch Peter's upturned sphincter. Slowly, Roy urged that hole to relax until he had three fingers of each hand inside, spreading Peter's hole open. He as about to experience something new and he had to be ready for it.

When Roy was sure that the hole was loose enough, he picked up the large black dildo that Simon had left on the bed. It was twelve inches long, and very thick. He pressed the head against Peter's sphincter. The muscle gave way and the head was sucked inside. Peter groaned as Roy continued to press downward, easing the huge dildo until the entire thing was inside. Stepping round in front of him, Roy grabbed his bottom's throbbing dick.

"You have it all inside you now"

Peter looked up and gasped. "Thank you, Master," he said.

Roy released his hold on Peter's dick and turned his back. Reaching back, he drew Peter's head into the crack of his arse.

"If you do a good job I'll let you down!"

That was all the encouragement that Peter needed and Roy soon felt a warm tongue as it probed his hole. It pressed against the sphincter. Peter knew how much Roy was enjoying this, but Roy also knew that Peter's position was extremely uncomfortable, so eventually he stood. He untied the man and the movement forced the dildo partly out of his arse. Peter stood before his new master. Roy smiled.

"Get down on your hands and knees and keep your legs as wide apart as you can!"

Peter obeyed instantly. Moving behind him Roy extracted the huge latex weapon from his arse and tossed it aside. He spread a bit more grease around Peter's hole, and onto his own hand.

"Relax there Peter, take it easy," Roy muttered as he worked four fingers into his boy, moving them round, making sure his sphincter was lose so the upcoming event would not cause him too much pain. Roy pressed a thumb in beside the fingers and Peter's arse stretched round the widest part of the invading hand, he groaned loudly. Roy was about to pull back but Peter wanted it.

"Yes, Master Roy, give me all of it!"

Another push and Roy's hand was inside. With his free hand, Roy rubbed Peter's tummy gently. Peter relaxed. Roy eased his hand deeper into Peter's arse. As his dick grew, it drooled an incredible amount of pre-cum onto his chest and face. When Roy had half of his forearm inside Peter's body he stopped. He began to withdraw his arm. Peter groaned again, but from the sound, Roy knew it wasn't pain. He pulled his hand out completely and then pushed it back in again, before Peter's hole had a chance to tighten up again. Roy increased the tempo of both of his hands. It didn't take long before Peter cried out as his dick began spurting cum. As he came Roy eased his hand out of him until only the tips of his fingers were inside. Then he pulled them out, aimed his knob at Peter's opened hole and thrust home. Peter groaned.

"Oh thank you Master!"

Roy fucked his hole roughly, and the eruption came quickly; Roy's lithe body contracted and he groaned as his cum spurted into Peter's arse. Roy's dick flopped out with a loud smack. He wiped it on Peter's arse and then stood up.

Roy sat on a wooden chair and beckoned his slave over to him.

"Get up of the floor and bend over my knees," he ordered.

Peter obeyed. Roy slapped his bare butt a few times, not too hard, and then pushed him off his knees and onto the floor.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked nervously.

"No Peter. We're going to a little party and that was just to get you ready for it!"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Well," Roy began, "at this party there are lots of people that I want you to meet. But there's one in particular who you have to meet."

"And who is that?" Peter asked.

"His name is Byron, Master Byron to you, and he's the chairman of the 'No Uncles Club' which is hosting the party this evening."

"Why is called 'No Uncles'?"

"Have you forgotten the stop word?"

Peter nodded his understanding. He wasn't that sure if he should ask Roy to stop his training now. Part of him was still curious about his training as a bottom but he was hesitant about the way this was going.

"Roy? What is going on?"

"You're being trained as a bottom!"

"Yes, know that but, is this going to be whips and chains and all that?"

"Only during training. When you're trained you will be a bit like William - you'll do the housework, suck, be fucked and occasionally spanked. Nothing more! The training is just a way to break your rebellious spirit!"

"And who is Byron?"

"Enough questions! You'll be told these things when you need to know. Now get ready, we're going to the party!"

They dressed in some of the tight leather gear that Simon had left in the corner and left for the party.

The room was crowded, so they headed upstairs where Byron was whipping a thirty something year old man on the bed with a long leather strap. Peter looked in amazement as the punisher laid into the helpless man's arse and the man howled. Byron looked over at Roy and smiled.

"Is this the new trainee?" he asked as he pointed to Peter.

Roy nodded and Byron approached Peter. Peter's legs quivered as the man approached him. Byron was black and had a huge dick hanging down limply between his thighs. Peter guessed that it was a bit bigger than Roy's and it looked comically huge as Byron was only about five foot six tall. He was about the same age as William but he was quite thin and covered with well defined natural muscles. He walked behind the quivering man and clasped Peter's left cheek roughly with his free hand.

"Nice arse!" he whistled. "Is it available?"

"Sure," Roy replied. "But you'll need a rubber."

Byron winked at Peter as he moved away. "Name's Byron, by the way," he called back over his shoulder. Peter watched him cross the room and smiled when he saw the long back dick swinging between his legs as he walked.

When Byron returned, Roy was positioning Peter over the frame of the bed, binding his ankles and wrists to the legs. Byron's dick was already sheathed. He began by landing a couple of hard slaps to Peter's arse. Peter grunted, but he knew he'd be punished if he roared. Byron spread Peter's butt and revealed his hole.

"Fuck!" Peter grunted when Byron thrust into him violently.

Peter's mouth was open so Roy stood up on the bed in front of him, and slid his dick down his slave's throat. Byron's eyes closed, as he pumped his black dick in and out of Peter's body. Although it was a huge dick, Peter's arse was stretched so well back in the house so it wasn't too difficult to accommodate him. Suddenly Peter's muscles tensed and he arched his back as his dick shot a load. Minutes later, Byron gasped and his body shuddered with his release. As Byron pulled away, breathless, Roy asked him to stay and watch Peter take a paddling. He crossed to the wall where Byron's array of paddles and whips were hung. He selected a leather paddle similar to the one that James had for William and returned.

"This is for cumming without permission!" And with that, he began pounding Peter's arse. Roy paddled away until Byron signalled that he'd seen enough. Peter's arse was a brilliant red, his face purple and he was gasping for breath.

"That boy has potential!" said Byron as he walked away.

"Did Byron's big black dick feel better than mine does?"

"No, Sir! Yours is still the best!"

"You're learning to be a good bottom!" Roy said as he kissed Peter full on the lips. "Now lets get back to the house and finish what we started with Simon.

In the car on the way back to the rundown house, Peter asked Roy a series of questions about Byron, Simon and the club. Roy didn't answer any of them.

"You'll discover what you need to know when you need to know it!" was the only reply he would give and they drove in almost complete silence to the dump of a house where they were staying.

"So what happens next?" Peter asked, as Roy closed the door of the house behind them. Roy opened his trousers and let his dong flop out,

"You want to play with this Peter?" he asked as he slid his hand around the back of Peter's head and forced his dick into his bottom's mouth.

"Suck me Peter! Yeah, take it all! You're just a fucking little queer, aren't you Peter?"

He pulled his dick from Peter's mouth

"Yeah Roy! I'm just a fucking queer!"

Roy laughed and shoved his dick back into Peter's mouth.

"Well then, get to it boy! Suck my big dick for me!"

Just then the door opened and Simon came in. He stopped when he saw Peter chewing on Roy's rod, "Shit Roy! I can't believe he still has energy to go!"

Roy didn't even stop his thrusting or slow down, he just turned his head to look at Simon and said, "Believe me Simon! This faggot wants this and I'm giving it to him! He's a fucking little slut and he loves being shafted, don't you Peter?"

"Yes, yes, fuck me Roy, oh fuck me sir!"

Roy pulled out of Peter's mouth and ordered him down on all fours. He moved behind him and mounted him doggy. Simon was pulling at his dick through his jeans but he didn't join in. Roy looked over at him and smiled.

"Well! Don't just stand there, get your kit off and come here and help me out!"

"I don't know Roy! I didn't get permission to top!"

"Come on Simon, don't be such a drip, put that big fucking dick of yours into his mouth! Shit, old Black Cobra won't be home for a while anyway!"

Peter didn't understand this comment about Black Cobra but he looked invitingly at Simon and licked his lips. That was all that Simon needed to see, on that signal he practically tore off his shirt and then, slid his levis down. He knelt on the floor and Peter stared at the dangling dick swinging before his eyes. It was at least nine inches long.

Peter moaned and reached out for it with his tongue and Roy laughed and slapped his boyfriend's arse,

"Shit this faggot of mine is hungry for your dick Simon! Go on! Stick it in his mouth!"

Peter moaned as Simon grasped his head and guided his knob inside. Peter took it eagerly, going wild over the taste as he pushed it in.

"Take it all faggot! Swallow every inch and show Simon what a great fucking bottom you are now Peter!" Roy said between thrusts.

Peter moaned as his face was pushed down on Simon's hard dick, more and more of it sliding into his mouth. Simon grasped Peter's head and began to fuck his face as Roy laughed and lunged in and out of the back opening,

"I told you he was a great sucker Simon!"

Peter moaned in pleasure as the two of them speared their big dicks in and out of him. All he could see was Simon's hard six-pack stomach and the bunch of hair at the end of his nose. Peter loved the feeling as he sucked on the dick in his mouth and as Roy slammed into him over and over.

"You know something Roy? you're right about him being good at this!"

" Yeah, he loves having a dick inside him now! Look at the way he's humping his butt back at me!"

Simon laughed and said, "Shit Roy! I'm getting close, really close!"

"Cream the little fucker Simon! Go on! Go for broke!"

Peter watched the head of Simon's dick turn red and then the first spurt of his hot cum shot out and landed on his face.

Roy slapped Peter's arse, cramming his dick in and out as Peter moaned. Then, he pulled out and Roy grasped Peter by the shoulders and slammed up into him again and again. After about twenty hard thrusts, he shouted,

"Take it Peter! Take it up the arse like you will do from now on!"

He groaned and Peter could feel his lover's big dick shooting inside him filing him with cum. He worked his arse, milking the hard shaft to empty its entire load.

"Now Peter? You going to give that arse of yours to my pal Simon here?"

"Oh yeah Roy! Oh yeah, I want to feel that big dick inside me! Fucking me the way you do!"

Roy laughed and pulled out,

"On your back Peter! Spread your legs and let Simon see what he's going to get to play with!"

Peter complied and Roy ordered him to beg to be fucked.

"Please Simon, I want to be fucked with your big dick! Please Simon, please! Fuck me please Simon, fuck me!"

Roy picked up a dildo from the floor. He tossed it to Peter who grabbed it and thrust it up his own arse.

"Ooh, I'd prefer your dick to this Simon! I need your dick inside me Simon! Please, oh please fuck me Simon, fuck me with that big dick of yours!"

Peter pulled the dildo out of his dripping hole and laid back on the floor and lifted his legs up and wide! He wiggled his arse and said, "See that Simon? My little eye is winking at you! Fuck me big boy, fuck me!"

Simon moved closer and Peter clasped his hard shaft as he moved in closer, guiding the leaking knob to his recently fucked hole. When the knob reached the hole Peter pushed his arse against it, locking it against it. Simon then took the initiative and shoved his dick up into Peter's hole, not stopping until every inch was inside. Simon began to thrust into Peter, he was clearly not as experienced as Roy, but he was good anyway.

"Yeah, that's the way to do it! Fuck the faggot! Fuck him heavy Simon! Make him feel that big dick of yours all the way up him!"

"Oh fuck me," Simon gasped, "I can't believe what he's doing with his arse Roy! He's squeezing my dick!"

"He's milking it!" Roy said helpfully.

Simon began a slow deep thrust in and out of Peter's clutching hole. Peter groaned as Simon pulled his dick out until only the knob was inside, then, he slammed it back inside burying his shaft all the way to the balls! Peter loved it but his arse was too much for Simon. He slammed his dick in and cried out a long wailing moan as his dick shot its load inside Peter's moist hole.

When Simon pulled out he stood up and started to walk away. Peter didn't quite understand what the lad's hesitation was with sex. He looked and then rubbed his eyes as he noticed the marks on Simon's arse just as the young man left the room.

"What happened to him?" he asked Roy in a whispered voice.

Simon's cheeks were a mass of light bruises and red marks. Peter felt sick.

"What happened to him?" he asked again.

Roy knelt down beside him and explained that Simon was into sadomasochism. "His top gets off on paddling him!"

"You paddled me but my arse isn't like that!"

"What I do is much lighter than what goes on here normally. But Simon gets off on being paddled as well!"

"Shit!" said Peter, "and are you going to do the same to me, because if you think you are, this is over right now!"

"No I'm not going to do that to you, ever!" Roy replied gently, "Simon has been living with his top for two years now and they get on really well. I've known him even longer and he was always into this kind of stuff!"

"So, if he's so long in this scene why was he hesitant about shafting me?"

"That's simple, he didn't have permission to do it and he wouldn't shaft anybody until he asks his top!"

"Roy, what are we doing here?"

"I'm getting you trained as a bottom!"

"Yeah but why here?"

"Because I want you to meet the Black Cobra more intimately!"

"Is the Black Cobra Simon's top?"

"Yes!"

"Then I don't want to meet him!"

"Relax! Trust me! He won't do anything like that to you!"

"How do you know?"

"Trust me!"

At that moment Simon returned.

"Where were you?" Roy asked.

"I went to wash my knob so it would be clean when he came home!"

"He won't be home for a long time," said Roy, "but I'm going to make something to eat so why don't you two get back to having a bit of fun together!"

Roy got dressed and went into the grimy kitchen, Simon looked at Peter and asked, "Do you want to be fucked again Peter or would you prefer to fuck me!"

Peter smiled up at him. He felt sorry for him still and he had no desire to shaft the bruised arse.

"I'd prefer to be fucked Simon!"

Simon smiled, "Okay, then get up on your hands and knees and I'll fuck you like a real faggot!"

Peter rolled over and wiggled his arse against Simon's dick. Simon held his head back and Peter felt him guide his dick back into his hole. Simon thrust in and said, "Then take it faggot! Take my dick!"

"That's fucking great, I love this Simon! Give me more you big-dicked stud, give it to me, yes!"

Simon was pounding in and out of when the front door opened and the now familiar form of Byron stormed in. Simon pulled out immediately and stood up. Peter looked at Roy in disbelief.

"Did you invite him back?" he asked.

"No!" said Roy, "this is his house!"

Byron walked straight up to Simon and slapped him across the face.

"Have you just fucked this man?" he demanded pointing at Peter.

Simon hung his head, "Yes sir!"

"Go to your room, I'll deal with you later!"

Simon turned, bent over to pick up his clothes. As he did that Byron landed a sharp smack to his arse. "One of these days you'll learn your proper place!" he shrieked as Simon fled the room.

When Simon was gone Byron walked over and planted a kiss on Roy's cheek.

"Welcome home Roy, we haven't seen you here in a while!"

"I've been busy!" Roy replied curtly.

"So I hear! So I hear! - okay then, down to business, Roy you can play with Simon, and you..." he snapped his fingers at Peter, "follow me!"

Peter followed Byron up the stairs. Peter noticed that Byron was quite effeminate in his speech. There was a slight lisp in his voice and he wondered if Byron was as much a top as he claimed to be. He had been afraid of him at first and he had dreaded meeting him after he had seen the state of Simon's arse, but now, for some unknown reason, he wasn't afraid of Byron at all. "Shit!" Peter thought to himself, "do I trust him so easily?" They went into a bedroom. The bedroom was as dirty as the rest of the house. He sat on the side of the bed while Byron adjusted the lighting to his satisfaction. Byron sat next to him on the bed and asked him what he enjoyed doing.

"Well, uh... I enjoy almost everything!"

"Do you like black men?" Byron asked.

"Very much," Peter answered. "although you are the first one that ever fucked me."

"Are you willing to play nasty with me?"

"Very willing," Peter answered.

"Good!" he laughed. "Are you going to suck my big black dick real good?"

Peter nodded and Byron pulled him backwards so the two of them were lying on the bed in a heap.

"Are you going to let me fuck your arse?"

Peter nodded again.

"So is Peter going to be my little white bitch?"

"Yes."

"Say it!"

"I'm going to be your little white bitch!"

Byron raised himself to a kneeling position and grabbed Peter's legs and pushed him back until his arse was in the air. Then he lowered his face to Peter's arse and gave it a gentle kiss. Byron began licking the hole. First of all he licked at the edges then pressed against the opening. Letting out a low moan, he worked his tongue in deeper.

"Little white bitch has a lovely hole!" he murmured as he pulled back.

Byron sat on Peter's chest and rubbed his dick against his lips

"Do you want me to feed you from the mouth of the Black Cobra?" he asked.

"Yes please!" Peter answered eagerly

"Have you enjoyed playing with Black Cobra today?"

"Yes sir!"

"Tell Daddy what you want."

"I want to taste the Black Cobra, Daddy!"

"And so you shall!" Byron said with a wicked grin, and slid his dick into Peter's mouth. Peter began sucking and he opened his mouth wider as the Black Cobra slid down the back of his throat.

Byron began swaying his hips back and forth with little thrusts, gradually gaining speed as he became more confident that Peter could take it. His dick swelled as he pounded ever more aggressively. The he rammed his dick hard against the back of Peter's throat and held it there. He smiled another wicked grin.

"Stop!" he cried, "I'm not ready to cum just yet. I want to cum in your arse but there's a problem there."

"What problem sir?" Peter asked.

"Your arse is too white and I like it better when it's red so I'll have to warm it up a bit with the paddle!"

Byron smiled an evil grin as he reached down and picked up a paddle that was on the floor by his bed. He shuffled off the bed and stood beside Peter's prone form. He ordered Peter to turn over and then he raised the paddle and, WHACK! He landed a sharp blow to the upturned arse. WHACK!

"Ouch!" Peter screamed. WHACK!

"Shut up WHACK! and take it like a man!"

He landed another blow to the reddening arse. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Byron let fly with full force WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Peter sobbed quietly into the pillow. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Byron stepped back to admire his handiwork. Peter's arse was glowing bright red now. He dropped his paddle on the floor and reached over to the nightstand where a jar of Vaseline waited. He stuck his knob into the jar and then plastered it over his dick with steady firm strokes. Then, still stroking his greased dick with one hand, he lay on the bed and motioned to Peter to sit on his dick. Straddling his hips, Peter lowered himself onto the big black dick in one smooth motion.

"Shit that feels good! I could just stay here like this for hours with my dick up your hot little arse. But I've got other plans."

Then he sat up with Peter still impaled on his dick and rolled over until Peter was on his back and Byron was on top of him.

"Are you ready for some fucking?"

"Yes!"

"That's a good little white bitch. Do you think you can take it all?"

He began to slide the greasy shaft in and out of Peter's hole with long, slow strokes. Peter found the feeling incredible as Byron pounded him with powerful, steady strokes, as Byron began pumping in and out of Peter's willing hole with deep, rapid strokes. Byron's assault on Peter's arse continued for several minutes. Byron let out a yell and his dick rammed hard into Peter's arse, Peter could feel it pulsing as he filled his arse with his thick juice.

Pulling his dick out of the dripping arse, Byron wiped it on the bed sheets and went to the bathroom to have a piss.

"Thank you sir!" Peter said when he returned.

"Any day!" Byron replied as he sat beside the exhausted form on the bed. "So how long have you been bottoming for Roy?"

"Only since Monday last!" Peter replied.

"Really? You know he's such a dear is my Roy!"

"Your Roy?

"I taught him everything he knows!"

"Tell me more!"

"Let's go to bed and I'll tell you everything!"

Peter and Byron crawled under the covers together. Byron lay behind him and slid his rigid pole up Peter's still greasy hole. Peter had no difficulty accommodating the Black Cobra now, besides he knew it would be there for the night so there was no point to him objecting. Roy had slept with his dick buried up Peter's arse and if Roy had learned everything he knew from Byron then it was obvious that this would be the case that evening as well.

"Now Peter!" Byron began, "Sexually, I am one hundred percent a top! That means that I don't take it up the arse. I met Roy Smith just over two years ago. He was sleeping on the streets and I brought him home with me. I do that a lot! When I got him home I discovered that he was also a top and wouldn't let me do what I wanted to do with him - in fact he wanted to fuck me! Can you believe that? You see, I liked to pick up any street trash that I could find and bring them home to whip them and fuck them, but not Roy Smith, no! Roy wouldn't do anything I asked. At first I thought that I should just throw him back out on the street where I got him but then I decided that I could use him as a sort of talent scout. He brought lots of young men here for me over the years."

Peter was amazed by the story so far.

"Sometimes," Byron continued, "he would bring two home and I would take first pick. Then Roy would do a job on the second one and when we were both finished we'd swap tricks! That's how Roy learned to be so rough, he had a good teacher!"

"And did you ever get to fuck him?" Peter asked.

"No! You know, there's nothing I would like to do more than sink this big black bone in Roy Smith's cute butt, but, he never let me, yet!" Byron chuckled as he said this, "I did get to spank him once, but only with my hand!"

"What happened then?"

"Well, he came home one evening with nobody and I was hot for it. I told him that he would have to do the honours that evening and he agreed as long as there were no implements used. So I spanked his bum until it was bright red!"

"And did Roy ever spank you or shaft you?" he asked.

Byron laughed. "Never! You see the two of us are very alike. The following evening I thought that I might have got a bit further with him but he arrived in with his pal Simon and he's been here ever since!"

"Is Simon your full-time bottom then?"

"Yes, and he's a good boy! But that same evening, Roy said he wanted to spank me. I refused of course and he stormed out of the house. The next thing I know is Simon tells me that Roy's gone and started shafting some bloke my age called William. I don't know the guy but I hear he's cute!"

"I know him," said Peter, "I wouldn't use the word cute to describe him. He's a well-built bloke, you know, well defined and quite masculine. He's a bit like that porn-star Steve Fox - at least that's what my brother Robbie describes him like!"

"Steve Fox? He was one bloke I'd love to have shafted!"

"Robbie says that William is like him in build and in the way both of them were strict bottoms!"

Byron laughed at this last comment. "I've heard of strict tops but never of strict bottoms!" he said. "Anyway! You're making this William bloke sound like somebody worth meeting!"

"He is, but he's with somebody at the moment."

"The Black Cobra doesn't worry about things like that. If there are arses to be whipped and holes to be filled he's your only man!"

As Byron spoke, the Black Cobra was stiffening inside Peter's hole.

"Oh look!" Byron chimed, "he heard his name and he wants another go!"

With that Byron began to slide in and out of Peter again, as he did he continued to talk.

"Steve Fox was one of my idols, I was devastated when he died. I always thought that a hunk like him would make a good top. He wasn't great in the dick department but then, most of you white boys aren't!"

"William isn't hung like a horse either!" Peter said as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the Black Cobra sliding in and out of its den. "I think that's why he prefers to bottom!"

"Simon tells me that William is just a pathetic fucking chicken-hawk!" Byron gasped as he jabbed in and out, "he's the opposite of me! He gets his rocks off when young men shaft him the same way as I get off on shafting young men! What age is his present trick?"

"Twenty-one!"

"You see! I told you! He's fucking sick that boy is. Somebody should bring him over here and I'd cure him of his illness!"

"I thought you preferred younger men?"

"The Black Cobra doesn't worry about age, his only interest is that the den he sleeps in is white!"

"Or red?"

"Better if it's red - roll over on your stomach and let me finish this off - we can talk later!"

Peter rolled onto his belly and Byron stayed in position behind him. He raised his hips and then slammed roughly into Peter's arse. In and out he pulled the long black monster, quicker, harder, faster. Peter put his face into the pillow as Byron pounded away behind him. The withdrawal tore his ring back with it and the insertion was like hell. The grease on his hole was dried up and this was becoming a painful experience. Byron ploughed away and finally, after about another hundred thrusts, he emptied his load into Peter.

Byron pulled Peter back into the position they had been in earlier. Beads of perspiration glistened on his black skin.

"Where were we?" he asked.

"We were at the part about you wanting to sort William out!"

"Oh I'm finished with that part! Tell me about Robbie. I hear he's very good looking!"

"I'm not the best judge of that, besides he's a top!"

"Pity!" Byron said softly, "I heard he looks like David Beckham!"

"Not really!" Peter replied, "they looked a bit alike when they had their heads shaved but they're different otherwise."

"How are they different?"

"Robbie has short legs ..."

"And a huge dick?"

"Probably bigger than Beckham's!"

"Is it bigger than yours?"

Peter blushed. "A bit!"

"My, my! If it's bigger than yours then it's definitely bigger than Beckham's. I watch all the Manchester United matches and keep an eye out for things like that. Ryan Giggs and Roy Keane have much bigger baskets - but I wouldn't kick David Beckham out of bed either!"

Peter laughed, "is there anybody you would?"

"I wouldn't like to be in bed with Andy Cole - I don't like him!"

Peter began to think that he was getting quite fond of Byron. This bloke had scared him at the party and now he realised that he was quite a gentle chap for a top. He was also quite an interesting conversationalist and the only drawback was that he had an unusually large dick.

"How come your dick is so big?" he asked.

"God just blessed me with it!" Byron answered.

"Did you get implants or anything?" Peter asked.

"Fuck off!" Byron said with a tone of injured pride, "some of us are just born great!"

"And others have greatness thrust upon them!" Peter added.

"Or into them!" said Byron, "besides, your own isn't exactly small!"

Peter blushed at the compliment.

"Is it bigger than Beckham's?" he asked.

"Bigger?" Byron shrieked with mock delight, "there's many a man in this city would scream to get that dick of yours up their arses!"

"There's many a man has!"

"Oh!" said Byron, "I'm so glad to hear that. I'd hate to think of a dick like that going to waste on a bottom!"

"I'm only being trained as a bottom!"

"Yeah for Roy!" Byron groaned in disgust.

"Is that a problem?" Peter asked.

"No! Not really! You see Peter, after Roy left that night and went over to that slut William, he never came back. This is the first time he's been in my house since then. I missed him because I still fancy the hole off him. I didn't mind at first but when Simon told me that he was fucking girls as well I nearly got sick - to think of it - one of my boys was straight!"

Byron was getting upset.

"I thought he was lost forever! My Roy sleeping with some dirty slimy girl! How could he do it?"

"Quite easily!" Peter chirped.

"Have you done it with a girl as well?"

"Yeah sure! I even have a kid!"

"You're sick! Sick! Sick!" Byron shrieked.

"Stop talking shite!" Peter said calmly.

"Shite? You have slept with a girl! - it's not natural!"

Peter was beginning to get a bit scared by Byron's behaviour.

"But Byron, I'm not gay!"

Byron rolled Peter over onto his belly and lay on his back.

"Not gay? How can you say you're not gay when you have a foot of nigger dick buried in your arse? You are gay Peter! Believe me, you are!"

Peter didn't answer when he felt Byron sliding his dick out of his arse. He cursed Roy for getting him into this situation with this weirdo. Peter's hole was very dry now and the withdrawing dick stung his ring.

"Sorry Byron," he began, "is there any chance of you greasing that dick of yours before you continue.

Byron stopped - "only if you admit to me that you're gay!"

Peter weighed up the situation in a very short time - "Okay then Byron, I'm very sorry! And I am very definitely gay!"

"Oh thank God for that!" Byron sighed as he reached for the Vaseline and greased the hole.

Twenty minutes later, when Byron had finished, he pulled out of Peter completely.

"Go on home!" he said.

Peter rose from the bed, gathered his clothes and left the room.

"Thanks!" he called back over his shoulder.

"You're welcome!" replied Byron, "and send Simon in to me before you and Roy leave, I'm upset and I need some comfort!"

When Peter sat into the car with Roy he was about to speak when Roy began to laugh loudly. "He's a bit of a Prima-Donna is our Byron!" he said

"Prima-Donna?" Peter replied in disbelief, "he's a fucking psychopath! Where did you get him from?"

"Forget it!" said Roy still amused by Peter's reaction, "let's just get back to William's place!"

"And a bit of fucking sanity!" Peter added.