by Don Schecter
Conny returned with the drinks and found himself attracted to the man’s appearance.
He was a Canadian, over six-feet tall, and totally smooth except for pubic hair. He looked like a man who swam regularly. After a few moments of small talk, Ray sat in an easy chair in the living room and set Conny to sucking. He was a different sort of master from Dr. John in that he continually kept contact with Conny’s body, feeling him wherever his hands could reach, as though he were a prized pet. Conny warmed to him easily and gave him an enthusiastic blow job.
Ray raised Conny from his cock and stroked his chest. He took both Conny’s nipples in his hands and began to roll them around, then playfully press on them, then press harder. When Conny winced, Ray smiled. “Clasp your hands behind your back.” He applied heavy pressure to the nipples causing Conny to squirm with discomfort from knee to knee. “Do you like that?” Conny wanted to say no, but “yes” popped out. Then Ray clamped down hard. Conny took it for about thirty seconds and begged Ray to ease back, which he did, after exacting a little more pleading. Ray stroked the agonized bits of flesh which brought welcome relief. Then they did it again.
“OK. Enough, enough.” Conny begged. “It’s too much. I can’t take anymore.”
“You can, and you will,” Ray said with a smile, “but not now. Kneel on this chair and bury your head on the cushion, ass high in the air.”
Conny obeyed. His asshole was exposed and Ray caressed his cheeks and stroked his anus, wetting his finger in his drink and dragging it across the opening. It felt good and cool. Then, with the command, “Stay there,” he left for a few minutes, returning with a short crop. He began to tap on Conny’s buttocks and then to whip him lightly. He approached closer and closer to Conny’s anus with each stroke. But the crop was stiff and flat, and the curves of Conny’s ass protected the vulnerable opening. Ray adjusted his stance so that the crop lined up with the crack between Conny’s buttocks and managed to lightly tap the exposed circle of flesh. Then he began to strike with more force. “Don’t move. I need another drink.”
As soon as he was gone, Conny raised up and saw Kurt coming toward him.
“Master, Sir, protect me. This crazy asshole wants to beat my asshole. He’s out of his mind. Do I just refuse and walk away from him? What’s the procedure here?”
Kurt was amused. His elfin eyes twinkled and a half-smile lit his face. “You’re mine. He can’t do a thing without my permission. I’ll take care of it.” And that was the last Conny saw of Ray.
When they left the party, Gary, their host, embraced Conny warmly with large roving hands, making sure he felt the muscles of his back and the firmness of his ass.
Looking meaningfully into Conny’s eyes, Gary told him he would always be welcome, and if Kurt couldn’t handle him alone, he might consider going back into the master business again. He took down his name, address, and phone number on a 3x5 card and said he’d send Conny an invitation to next month’s get-together.
8
Kurt couldn’t make the next party as it conflicted with an unexpected visit from his son and family. He encouraged Conny, who acquiesced mainly because of Gary’s remarks, to go on his own. He didn’t spend much time in the slave pit; instead he stuck close to Gary and got to know him. Gary took him into his bedroom—off-limits to the rest of the party—and put him through his paces. Conny enjoyed the individual attention he was getting far more than what he got at the group grope going on in the rest of the house. “Kurt has trained you well,” Gary said. “Thank you, Sir, I’ve grown very fond of him. He’s a good top.” There was no intercourse. Gary was more interested in fondling and cuddling with him in bed. Conny stayed the night. In the morning there was another session in the dungeon. Gary introduced him to the sawhorse, but he only used dildos of various sizes. There was no fucking.
“We ought to do something special for your birthday,” Kurt said, “and I have just the thing. We’ll have dinner at eight and go for a little ride.”
“Oh-oh. I hear it coming again.”
“You won’t hear a thing; you’ll just obey me…to the letter. With no voiced objections.”
“Yes, Sir!” Conny saluted.
At dinner Kurt gave Conny a small gift—a leather cock ring with straps to separate his balls. He told Conny to go to the men’s room and come back with it on. Conny didn’t wear underwear anymore when he was with Kurt because Kurt liked easy access when he wanted to play with his balls, so it was relatively easy to fit the device, but it made Conny’s dick and balls stick out against his jeans in way too obvious a manner.
Embarrassed, he returned to the table.
“Sir, if I get hard, I won’t be able to stand up.”
“That’s your problem, my boy. Wear it in good health.” Kurt was tickled; he loved to knock Conny off center, and it was so easy to do.
They went for a drive, and Kurt had Conny ride with his cock sticking through his open fly. It stayed stiff on its own, although Kurt helped by taking a swipe at it every now and then. When he parked, Conny could see no houselights, but the moon was full and the night was cool and clear—one of those early spring nights. Kurt didn’t let Conny put his cock away; he made him walk on a winding path with his erect penis leading the way.
Conny was mortified, but not as badly as he would have been a few months earlier when he first fell under the elf’s enchantment. They stopped before a tree whose buds were visible in the moonlight, and Kurt demanded that his cock be sucked.
“There,” he pointed, “kneel on that old mattress and you won’t get your knees dirty.”
Next to Conny there was indeed an old mattress— probably discarded by someone with bedbugs or worse. Conny shivered with disgust but obeyed in silence. Kurt stopped him after a few minutes with, “I don’t want to come just yet. Pull down your pants and kneel on the mattress.”
Conny didn’t like that direction one bit. He expected to smell that damp, water-rotted stench mixed with God knows what else has happened on this mattress, but he knew better than to object. Kurt hunkered down behind him and inserted himself as expected.
Suddenly he lunged forward throwing his surprised bottom to the mat. For the first time, he fucked Conny lying on top of him. Conny fought to get his hands under his face to keep it off the mattress, but he did nothing to stop Kurt from fucking him; and so, on his forty-seventh birthday, Conny fucked outdoors for the first time in his life, under a full moon, where God and country, if they cared to watch, could see him.
On the way home Conny told Kurt, “Sir, I don’t believe you did that to me, made me lie on someone’s filthy discarded mattress.” He got no answer. Kurt just went on teasing his cock as he drove. When he finally allowed him to zip his fly, and let him out of the car, Kurt told him, “You should trust me more by now. I went out late this afternoon and dropped that mattress off so it would be there to scare the shit out of you. It worked better than I anticipated. Happy Birthday.” He drove away without waiting for a reply.
9
Gary threw more than monthly orgies; he also had a Saturday afternoon party every week and, as the weather grew warmer, the party centered on the hot tub that was set in the exterior redwood decking. The tub seated twelve men comfortably and clothing was optional, but only the new and uninitiated bothered with swimsuits. As with the S&M orgies, the rest of the house was open to consensual coupling, but very little went on beyond a quick blow job. These were primarily social, as opposed to sexual, events.
Conny became a regular, arriving early to help set up, and to have a cuddle with Gary; he usually stayed the night.
“Is it my imagination,” he asked Gary while he filled baskets with pretzels and potato chips, “or are there fewer men each month at the orgies?”
“That’s the result of my monitoring the invitation list more closely. I’m not letting anyone attend who’s been to New York recently.”
“What a strange criterion; what’s the reason?”
“Something funny’s going on in New York. I’ve
been reading articles about gay men developing contusions which turn out to be cancer, followed quickly by death. It seems to be contagious in the gay community.”
“That’s flat-out silly. How could a sickness select only gay men?”
“That’s what they’re working to find out, but in the meanwhile, I just thought it was safer to turn away men who’ve been to New York recently.”
Conny spent the afternoon being groped in the tub. He was very popular with Gary’s crowd of regulars, who were generally older and out of shape. Conny, on the other hand, was like a kid in a candy store: all these men fawning over him gave him a kick. He got out of the tub to grab a burger on the deck when he spied a red convertible parked below.
He wondered who owned such a snazzy model. Before getting back in the tub, he went to the john and closed the door behind him. While he was sitting on the toilet, the door burst open and a young man strode into the room, said, “Excuse me, I just want to change into my suit,” and proceeded to do so.
All Conny’s social training wanted to rebel at the several obvious breaches of etiquette, but the fellow was so unconscious of Conny’s desire for privacy that the desire had to yield. Conny relaxed against the toilet cover and enjoyed the activity. It was like having a front-row seat watching a porn film on TV.
The fellow was six-two, slender, and athletically graceful. He sported thick masses of brown hair, a mustache, a nut-brown tan, and ice-blue eyes that appeared lit from within. As he disrobed, he revealed heavily developed pectorals and softly rippled abdominal muscles, all covered with a thicket of dark-brown hair. Nude, he displayed a sharp tan-line which emphasized a snow-white set of firm buttocks and a stunningly massive pair of balls drawn up beneath a large cock.
“You don’t need a suit outside,” Conny offered.
“I know, but it wouldn’t do to let sun hit me there. I like to keep the tan-line.” The fellow was in no rush. He moved close to Conny to show him how white his skin was.
Conny had an enormous urge to grasp that beautiful scrotum and heft the testicles within. But his arms were frozen. Maybe he’s a top. He’s certainly not timid. He might not like it. Conny decided to find out if the fellow had a master before he acted.
“Conny Conlan,” he said, reaching his hand up from where he sat.
“Nate Travers.” The naked man clasped Conny’s hand firmly.
Conny’s eyes wouldn’t pull away from the man’s penis, just inches from his face. He watched as Nate stood directly in front of him, slipped long well-formed limbs into the Speedo, and then adjusted his huge package so that it stood out right in Conny’s face.
Does he want me to suck him? That would be the wrong move if he’s a bottom. Is it my imagination or is he trying to get me to take control. He’s certainly waving that stunning pouch at me. “I’ll be out in a minute. See you in the tub, Nate.”
But that didn’t happen because Nate was surrounded by men when Conny got back into the tub, and even though he broke away to come talk to Conny, Nate wouldn’t get wet. Instead he stooped at the edge of the tub and chatted amiably just above Conny’s head, while his equipment tried to burst out of the confines of his bathing suit.
Nate didn’t stay long. He said his goodbyes and emerged dressed again in jeans and sneakers. Shirtless, he was even hotter than nude. He handed Conny a card and said he hoped to hear from him. Then he effortlessly jumped over the side of the convertible and smoothly slipped his legs under the wheel. He drove away with a characteristically youthful blast from the exhaust. Conny had seen the trick done on Dukes of Hazzard many times, but he didn’t know that anyone in real life could jump a car door without requiring several takes.
“OK, Gary, who was that masked man?”
“Cute, huh?” Gary grinned.
“Top or bottom?”
“All bottom, and very busy. Popular kid. Owns his own paving business.”
“He gave me his card.”
“Gonna take him up on it?”
“How can two bottoms satisfy each other?” Conny asked ruefully.
“Sounds like one of you has to change.”
Conny looked quizzically at Gary. He didn’t answer, but he filed the thought away for future reference.
“I don’t think we will see each other anymore,” Kurt told Conny.
“Wha-a-at?”
“I need to devote full time to Pete. You wanted to learn, but now you’re off and running. If you still want a master, Gary will be more than happy to take you on.”
“I don’t understand. Why can’t you date two men at once?”
“I don’t expect you to understand. It’s a matter of energy. There’s only so much I have, and I owe it to Pete to devote it all to him.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you remember the first orgy you attended, where I fisted a fellow?”
“Sure. Quite a show.”
“Well, I fist Pete two or three times a week. It’s how we relate. When you’re inside someone, you own them; their life is literally in your hands. You have a great responsibility. And I don’t feel I’m living up to my end of the deal.
“You don’t…you can’t…understand the emotional connection that develops between two men who trust each other the way Pete puts his faith in me. It’s closer than a monogamous marriage; it’s that and brotherhood and buddy-ship; sharing a forbidden something-special that no one else can have with you. And it’s draining. I need to ditch you for my sake.”
Conny sat in stunned silence. Then he said, “If all that’s true, and I admit I can’t fathom it anymore than I could understand what Mark was telling me about SM before I met you, then OK. I’m taken care of, you’ve done a good job; but please, don’t just walk away. Give me one more time with you. Give me a week to get used to losing you, and then let’s go out with a bang.”
Kurt considered that for a while. “You do grow on one,” he said. “I’ll have to hand that to you. All right. I guess you deserve that much. I’ll set up one last wing-ding, Tuesday night. Take Wednesday off, you’ll need it to recuperate.”
“Deal.”
10
Gary stood above him and provided support while Conny lowered himself onto a ten-inch dildo screwed to a plywood sheet three feet in diameter. When he was fully seated, Gary encouraged Conny to shift around, examine his situation, and find a comfortable position—there was no way Conny could get off the dildo without external assistance. If someone were to walk into the room, they would think he was sitting nude on the floor, talking with Gary.
“Feeling helpless? Perhaps a bit trapped? Interesting, isn’t it? Your hands and feet are free and yet you are powerless.” Gary sat in a straight-back chair in front of Conny and stroked his member in a downward direction. Conny watched in fascination as the huge dick lengthened and thickened.
“It’s weird. I’ve never felt so helpless.” Conny couldn’t take his eyes off the miracle growing before him. “I thought you couldn't get hard anymore, Sir.”
“So did I. But this is exciting me like nothing in recent times. When I let you off that dildo, you’ll be stretched and ready for me….Did you hear about Mark?”
“What about him?” It was funny to sit and chat casually while impaled. Never have I been more of a captive audience.
“At last week’s party…the one you missed…he came in tanked on something and hooked himself to the horse. He invited everyone to fuck him. It didn’t take long for the whole party to gather round and join in. He had cum dripping down his legs.”
“What was that all about?
“I asked him what the fuck he was doing, and he said he was protesting the use of condoms in gay sex as protection against HIV. I started to unhook him but he said no, he hadn’t been fucked enough yet. I told him he was nuts, but he just yelled for more guys to fuck his ass. Finally, after he was in that position for four hours, he passed out. I called Alec and told him to come get him. He had to take him to the emergency room…”
“Why so?”
“They admitted him; he’s still in the hospital. He’s got all kinds of rips and tears in his rectum. Stupid bastard. He’ll be lucky if that’s all he gets.”
Gary rose, sporting his ten-incher at a downward slope as though it were too heavy to hold itself up, and said he needed to start their dinner. Conny sat alone and contemplated what he had just heard. So Mark was a bottom after all, and he had been too inexperienced to recognize it, too naive to pick up on the clues. He wouldn't make that same mistake again. He shifted around in his seated position and found he could give himself a thrill here and there, but by and large, impaled as he was, his position was both boring and somewhat frightening.
He called, “Gary, Sir, get me off here. Please.”
Gary came back and stood in front of him, smiling. “Had enough?”
“Please,” Conny begged, reaching up like a toddler asking to be picked up.
Gary crooked an elbow and leaned forward so that Conny could grasp his forearm and raise himself up. He could feel the suction pulling at him as he rose off the dildo, and then he heard a wet sound as he came free of it.
“Quite an experience, Sir. Thanks.”
Gary led him to the sling and told him to lie back and take a rest. He chained him into the dead-cat position and fingered his very loose hole while stroking his own cock. A relieved Conny relaxed into the oiled leather and was somewhat surprised to feel pressure against his ass. At last he was going to feel that huge cock he had so often chewed on at his Master’s feet.
Gary entered easily and, in one quick movement, as though he feared delay would prove fatal to his rare erection, pulled Conny onto him. Conny’s mouth opened in amazement as, in an uncontrollable spasm, he shot over his head, and then gushed over the hair on his chest and abdomen. Gary remained still until Conny recovered, and then withdrew his softened member without taking so much as one stroke.
“That was incredible,” Conny bubbled. “Nothing has felt like that since my first orgasm.”
