by Harde,Leigh
“Both of you. On your knees beside me.” Cole was the first to obey. He knelt on the couch next to the Mayor’s right side. Then Elijah mirrored him on the Mayor’s left side. That placed them facing each other only separated by the Mayor’s body. Both of their penises were soft.
Cole felt sorry for Elijah. He looked extremely uncomfortable. Cole knew that feeling well. In a perverse way, it kind of made it easier for him knowing that he wasn’t the only one that was nervous.
“Kiss him, Cole,” the Mayor ordered. Cole leaned in and pressed their lips together. He deepened the kiss and could tell that Elijah wasn’t very experienced. Poor kid, he thought. He could image how his life had been. Cole had a cousin who was scarred when she was three after knocking a pot of boiling water off the stove. They went to school together, and he saw how some of the other students treated her.
After he broke the kiss, Cole put a hand on Elijah’s scarred cheek. Elijah’s big brown eyes seemed surprised as they lifted to his.
Elijah was nervous, and it wasn’t just the sex. He hated to inflict himself on someone who didn’t want to be with him, and he could tell Cole wasn’t into this. That’s why it startled him when Cole touched his scars.
“Keep kissing,” the Mayor said. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”
They both leaned in again and started kissing. They had to put their hands on each other for support. Cole and Elijah both jumped a little, but didn’t stop when the Mayor slipped a lubricated index finger into each of their butts. They were getting hard, and the Mayor took turns sucking their penises into his mouth as his fingers fucked their asses.
“Ok. Stop kissing,” the Mayor said. They were both flushed and breathing hard when they broke apart. The Mayor’s fingers were still sliding in and out of them.
He removed his finger from Elijah. “Turn around baby and put your hands on your thighs. I’m going to let Cole get up in you.”
When Elijah turned around, Cole got a good look at the raised and puckered flesh down one side of his back. Damn, he thought, his burns were even worse than his cousin’s. He laid a caressing hand on Elijah’s back while the Mayor lubricated his penis.
The Mayor’s finger was still moving inside Cole as he held Elijah’s hips and slowly entered him. Elijah squeezed his thighs hard with his hands. He had seen before he turned around that Cole was big. Maybe eight inches and thicker than Grant.
“Oh,” he cried suddenly when Cole was about halfway in. His hips were still raised but the top part of his body collapsed forward onto the couch. He was sweating and had lost his erection. Cole stopped his forward movement and looked to the Mayor for direction. The Mayor had him pull out, and he put more lube on and in Elijah’s distended anus.
“Relax baby,” the Mayor said caressing his butt cheek. “You’re doing good.”
Cole tried again. Elijah whimpered, but he was able to sink all the way inside this time. Elijah felt like he was being stretched apart and like he had to go to the bathroom all at the same time. Cole started slow burning strokes in and out of him as the Mayor praised him and caressed his back and butt. Elijah stayed still and tried to endured it. After a few minutes, the worst of the pain stopped, and he was able to relax a little.
“Good job baby,” the Mayor said. “Now straighten back up.” Elijah forced himself up and put his hands back on his thighs. It was still very uncomfortable.
Cole had never been inside anyone as tight as Elijah. He felt his orgasm building and when the Mayor put his finger back inside him, he exploded.
“It’s your turn Cole,” he said. “Turn around.” Cole assumed the same position Elijah had been in.
The Mayor helped Elijah turn back around which gave him an excellent view of Cole. His eyes widened with sympathy when he saw the condition of his butt. It was covered in red welts and purple bruises.
Oh, he thought, so that was why Jessie was acting strange earlier. He was worried about Cole. He must have known that he was in trouble. Elijah felt bad for Cole too. He wondered what he had done.
The Mayor took Elijah’s softened penis into his mouth. Even though his butt was still raw and burning, the Mayor’s talented mouth had him rock hard in seconds. He coated him with lube and guided him to Cole’s butthole. Elijah was very hesitant as he put his hands on Cole’s hips and pushed into his bruised butt.
It was incredible, Elijah thought and closed his eyes. He had to force himself to go slow. He could feel Cole’s ass muscles rippling along his length almost like a massage. The Mayor’s finger found his sore butthole and pushed inside. Elijah was thrusting as slow and carefully as he could. He knew how much this could hurt.
Cole felt bad knowing that he had hurt Elijah before so he was trying to make up for it by giving him a good first experience. He was using his muscles like Jessie taught him, and he had his butt lifted so Elijah could go as deep inside him as he wanted. He could tell that Elijah was afraid he was going to hurt him so Cole did something that he never did without prompting from the Mayor.
“Yes, Elijah,” he said in a husky voice. “Harder. Yeah. Like that,” he said. Cole’s words spurred Elijah on, and his thrusting got harder and faster. “Come on. That’s it. Fuck my ass with your big dick,” Cole said. Elijah was pounding into him now. He wrapped his arms around Cole and held him as he came. Cole turned his head around, and they kissed while Elijah tried to catch his breath.
“My good boys,” the Mayor said fondly running his hands along their still joined bodies.
Elijah and Cole both took showers, and the Mayor rubbed some salve on Elijah’s sore butt. They were in bed with the Mayor in the middle, and he was softly snoring.
“Cole?” Elijah said and turned toward him.
“Yeah,” Cole said almost asleep.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Elijah leaned up so he could see him over the Mayor. He had been worried. Elijah didn’t have a lot of experience, and he just wanted to make sure.
“What? No, it was good,” Cole said as he turned to face Elijah. He leaned up on an elbow. “Hey, I’m sorry,” he said. Elijah heard him sigh softly. “I know I hurt you. I was trying to be careful.”
“It’s ok,” Elijah said sounding resigned. “I just have to get used to it.” But then he said in an enthusiastic whisper, “The other was great!” Cole chuckled and reached for his hand. They both fell asleep with their hands together resting on the Mayor’s chest.
Jessie had gone to Grant’s quarters as Cole had suggested. They were in bed, and Jessie was on his belly. Grant was on top of him and pounding into his butt. Jessie was thinking.
“I just can’t help it,” he said. He had his face turned to the side lying on his hands.
“Help it?” Grant repeated not understanding and breathing hard.
“I’m worried. I just can’t help it.”
“I…” Grant couldn’t complete his thought, Jessie’s ass felt too good.
“He seemed alright when I saw him,” Jessie said. “I don’t think he was just trying to make me feel better. I wish the Mayor hadn’t wanted to keep him tonight though, that way at least I would know he was ok. Now the Mayor’s putting him and Elijah together. Elijah was so tight when we had sex. Did I tell you that? And Cole is bigger than me. Do you think he’ll hurt him?” he asked. Grant didn’t answer.
“Grant?” Jessie asked again and twisted his head up.
“Jessie,” Grant said in a sing-song voice drawing out the syllables of his name. He stopped moving and put his head down. Jessie could feel his hot breath in short bursts against his neck. “Please,” he begged. “Can’t we talk about this later?”
“Oh!” It dawned on Jessie what he was doing. “Sorry,” he apologized. He bent his knees and brought them up to his sides which lifted his butt higher and allowed him to reach his cock. He stroked himself as Grant began moving inside him again. Jessie forced his mind to focus, and tried put his fears aside.
The next night, it was just the Mayor and Elijah. Elijah was tired but happy. T
he Mayor had taken him to the gym, and he had gotten to work out with the others. He used to be fairly athletic as a kid. He played just about every sport before the accident. Elijah had forgotten how good it felt to push himself physically.
He was already in bed, half asleep on his side, when the Mayor joined him. His eyes popped open when he felt something big brush his backside. His first thought was that it was the Mayor’s penis. But it was far too big for that, surely. Of course, he thought with a touch of fear, he had never seen the Mayor completely naked before. The room was dark except for the light that shined in from the cracked door of the bathroom. The Mayor spooned his naked body and pulled him close. Ok, it’s definitely his penis, Elijah thought and couldn’t help but tense up.
“It’s ok, baby,” the Mayor said. “I’m not going to hurt you. We’re going to go slow. It’ll probably be a couple of weeks before we actually make love.” Elijah relaxed somewhat when he realized that the Mayor didn’t expect him to take that huge thing right then.
The Mayor lubricated his fingers and slowly pushed two inside him. He was kissing Elijah’s neck and ear and after a time a third finger joined the others. Elijah was hard and pushing himself back toward the Mayor. Then the fingers left, and Elijah felt the giant head of the Mayor’s cock at his entrance. His body tightened. He couldn’t help it.
“Relax baby,” the Mayor said. “I’m just going to put the tip inside you. That’s all. It’s ok.” He started to press into Elijah. “Push out towards me, baby,” he told him. “Like you have to go to the bathroom.” Elijah pushed, and the head popped in.
“Ow! Ow!” Elijah squealed and tried to get away. The Mayor held him still in his embrace as Elijah panted.
“You’re ok,” the Mayor reassured him. He licked and kissed his neck and ear until Elijah could relax slightly. When he was sure that he wasn’t going to bolt, he reached around him and started stroking his softened penis with a lubricated hand.
Elijah had never felt so invaded. The Mayor’s penis had him stretched impossibly wide, and his body kept contracting trying to close but couldn’t.
“Relax baby. You’re doing good. Concentrate on my hand.” Elijah found it helped so he focused as much as he could on the Mayor’s stroking hand. After a while, his body relaxed enough that he was getting hard again. Pain aside, Elijah really liked the thought of having the Mayor inside him. He turned his head, and the Mayor took his mouth in a passionate kiss. It wasn’t long, and the Mayor had him coming on his hand. He didn’t pull out though. The Mayor began stroking his own length until he flooded Elijah with his cum.
As soon as they disengaged, Elijah jumped up and ran to the bathroom. The Mayor put his shorts back on and sat on the edge of the bed until he came back out.
“Are you alright?” he asked concerned.
“I’m ok,” Elijah said. The Mayor embraced him and drew him back down onto the bed. They kissed for a while until the Mayor got up. He wanted to put some more salve on Elijah’s abused butt before they went to sleep.
They continued like that with Elijah taking a little more of the Mayor each night. It never seemed to get easier though, Elijah thought. After a week, the Mayor was only able to put half his length inside him. Elijah felt like a failure. He wanted to please the Mayor. He tried to relax his body, but it hurt. The Mayor told him not to worry, it would happen, and that he was doing good.
Elijah was sitting on one of the benches in the gym staring at the wall and thinking. He had finished his shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist. Grant and Cole came out of the shower and were drying off. Neither one was embarrassed by their nudity.
“Hey, are you ok?” Grant asked. He sat down beside Elijah and put an arm around his shoulders. Cole sat on his other side and put a hand on his thigh.
“Yeah,” Elijah said depressed.
“What’s wrong?” Cole asked.
“I… You know… With the Mayor.”
“What?” Grant asked trying to understand.
“You know.” He cleared his throat. “Just half so far.” Elijah was having trouble finding words. All of this was still embarrassing to him.
“Oh, wow!” Grant exclaimed surprising Elijah. “If you’re taking half after just a week, you’re doing great. Ask this one over here.” He indicated Cole. “I bet it took two months.”
“Shut up,” Cole told Grant.
“And that’s with me and Jessie basically holding him down,” Grant continued.
“Shut up!” Cole said again indignant.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a man scream that loud.” Grant smiled. “It was so funny.”
“Uh, no. Not funny,” Cole said offended, shaking his head. “Not funny at all. That shit hurt!”
“So I’m just saying,” Grant said ignoring Cole, “that if it takes less than two months, then you’re doing better than he did. You know, if it was like a contest, you’d win.”
Cole and Grant continued bickering back and forth, and Elijah couldn’t help smiling. It was nice to have friends, he thought.
Chapter Eight
Elijah was anxious. The Mayor had called them all together in his quarters for a meeting. Grant sat with him on the couch in the living room holding his hand, and Jessie sat in Cole’s lap on one of the chairs. The Mayor was standing facing them.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called this meeting,” he said. “Although, some of you probably have an idea.” He winked at Cole, and Cole smiled back.
“It’s been a while since we’ve had a trust session.” Elijah looked at the others, puzzled, but they seemed to understand what he meant. “As you know, Cole hasn’t been able to complete one in the past.” Cole put his head down slightly, and the Mayor walked over and raised it with a hand on his chin.
“Which is perfectly acceptable to me,” he said looking into his eyes. He put a possessive hand on Cole’s shoulder and addressed the rest of them. “But we’ve talked about it and decided to try it again tonight.”
The Mayor asked that Elijah, Grant, and Jessie leave him alone with Cole. He said he needed to prepared him for their session. As soon as they closed the door to the Mayor’s quarters, Elijah asked, “What’s a trust session?” Grant and Jessie looked at each other.
“Why don’t we get a cup of coffee?” Grant said. “And we’ll talk about it.”
They ended up in the breakroom, and Grant brewed a pot of coffee. Once they were all seated with a cup, Elijah looked expectantly at Grant.
“Have you ever heard of fisting?” he asked bluntly. Elijah stared at him.
“That’s what the Mayor calls it,” Jessie explained. “A trust session.” Elijah’s mouth started to open, then he closed it again. He didn’t know what to say.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Grant said. That’s good, Elijah thought, because he couldn’t even imagine how painful that would be.
“It’s not really a fist,” Jessie said. “It’s his hand.”
“What’s most important to the Mayor above everything is trust,” Grant said. “Absolute trust in him to take care of you. That’s what these sessions are, a way to prove yourself by completely submitting to him.”
“I can’t,” Elijah said panicked and wide eyed. “It’s been almost two weeks, and I still haven’t been able to take him all the way. My butt’s so sore,” he wailed miserably. Elijah looked like he was about to cry.
“Hey. Hey.” Grant walked around the table and put his arms around him. “It’s alright.”
“Oh, Elijah.” Jessie pulled his chair closer and put a hand on his arm. “Don’t worry. It’ll be awhile before the Mayor talks about having a session with you.”
“That’s right,” Grant agreed. “Cole’s been with us almost eleven months, and this is only his third session. So far, he hasn’t been able to take the Mayor’s hand.”
“The Mayor won’t force anything,” Jessie said kindly. “He won’t hurt you.”
Elijah didn’t seem convinced. “You’ll feel bett
er about everything after you see for yourself tonight,” Grant said and pulled his chair next to Elijah. He sat back down but kept an arm around his shoulders.
“What do you mean, see for myself?” Elijah felt overwhelmed.
“The Mayor likes all of us to be there during a session,” Grant told him.
“For relationship building,” Jessie explained.
“Have you ever done it?” Elijah asked both of them.
“Of course,” Grant replied.
“Often,” Jessie said at the same time.
Elijah’s head was spinning. His worst fear was disappointing the Mayor. His hands started trembling, and he sat his coffee cup on the table.
That evening, Grant escorted Elijah to one of the observation rooms in the Colony. It had been created for various human experimentation sanctioned by the government. Fortunately, they had never been required to use it.
It resembled the exam room that Elijah had been brought to when he first arrived, except that it was barren and more clinical. There was an exam bed in the center with stirrups and straps. Various chairs were scattered around, and there was a two-way mirror behind which was another small room where someone might observe the test subjects.
When they arrived, the Mayor, Cole, and Jessie were already there. They all greeted each other.
“Ok, let’s get started,” the Mayor announced. “Everyone undress.” They all removed their clothing and sat it beside a wall. Elijah almost swallowed his tongue when he saw the Mayor completely naked for the first time. Although, they had been together every night for two weeks, Elijah had never seen his penis. Even soft, it was huge. No wonder he was having trouble walking, he thought wryly. Knowing that monster had been almost all the way inside him, made Elijah think that he might be able to take the Mayor’s hand after all.
The Mayor helped Cole onto the bed and put his feet in the stirrups. Jessie rolled a chair close to Cole’s head and sat down. He brushed his shaggy hair back out of his face and held one of his hands. The Mayor pulled a small table to the foot of the bed. It had surgical gloves and towels and a container of something that looked like lard.
