by Gavin Atlas
I was surprised when Leo called.
“I wanted to apologize to you,” he said. “Can we meet?”
I told Leo Mike was on his way over, and that I was worried about what he might try.
“Then I’m coming over,” Leo said. “Leave your door unlocked.”
“What if he locks it behind him?”
“Do you have a spare key outside?”
“No.” I thought for a second before an answer came to me. “I’ll unlock the sliding glass door to my patio now. He won’t notice if that’s unlocked.”
“Do it. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I’d barely had time to hang up and unlock the patio door when Mike barged in. At six feet, Mike was four inches taller than me, and he outweighed me by at least fifty pounds. He had reddish hair he kept under a yellow cap from the Caterpillar construction company and a freckled face that colored when he was in a mood. It was colored now, and he had a mean look in his eyes.
“So you want your key back. Are you replacing me, boy?”
I looked away. “No, I just think it’s time for me to find someone who considers himself gay and wants a relationship.”
Mike shot me a sideways glance while stroking his short beard. “Fine. Pick up that bag of my stuff. I want to see you bent over one last time.”
I did so, and quick as a cheetah he grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them behind my back. I tried to push him off me. I worked out and was pretty strong, but Mike was a lot stronger. Damn it! I’d done everything I could to hide anything he might use to bind me, but he’d brought his own cuffs. He’d outsmarted me, and now he was stripping me naked. He literally tore my clothes off as I involuntarily fought him. Considering how often I’d been bound, I should have known struggling would make the cuffs tighter, but I couldn’t think straight.
“Stop, Mike! I have the right to say ‘no!’”
“Whatever. You won’t say anything once the gag is in your mouth.” He had me nude now, and he marched me into my bedroom. He shoved me down on the mattress, my arms in pain from the cuffs and from the weight of my torso on top of them.
“Where are the poles, hole boy?”
“I got rid of them.”
He removed his belt. “I will whip you with this if you don’t tell me where they are right now, and you’ll feel the buckle.”
I swallowed. “In the hall closet behind the vacuum.”
As soon as he turned around I thought to yell, but I didn’t. I was too embarrassed to be found like this by a neighbor. Once he put the ball gag in my mouth, I regretted that decision. As he spread my legs wide and tied them to the poles, I told myself Mike had bound and gagged me plenty of times before. I could handle it again.
Mike spit in my asshole and then spit on his dick. He wasn’t going to put on a condom! I lay there in shock as he slammed into me, the friction of the invasion burning my insides. He was barebacking my ass! I struggled against the ball gag to yell at him to stop.
My feelings were so mixed up. Stunned, ashamed, angry, confused, scared, and even aroused. I wasn’t hard, but I felt like Mike’s overpowering lust for me was so strong, he wouldn’t accept no for an answer ever. If I could talk, I’d tell him, “please take off the cuffs and put on a condom, and I’ll give you my ass willingly one last time.” But why would he even consider that deal when he was already getting to fuck my ass to his heart’s content?
“Little pussy boys like you deserve to get dicked like this all the time,” Mike spat.
I was furious at myself for being so submissive! Mike had never taken me by force before, but I’d been in similar relationships with two other men who tested the boundaries of my passivity to such a severe degree, eventually they were fucking my ass against my will, and I never did anything about it. The signs were there that Mike was not that different from the other men, and I ignored them. And now I was getting raped again. As Mike pummeled my rectum with all his might, I grunted involuntarily with each sharp jab. I shook my head in bewilderment. I loved the idea of not being able to stop a man from fucking me, but this…without a condom…did I really ask for this? Is this all my fault?
Mike’s breathing sped up. “I’m going to come inside you. I’m barebacking you to mark your ass with come as my territory. I’m—”
Mike was grabbed from behind, and I felt the pain of his large dick being yanked out of me. There was one lightning-quick punch, and Mike fell to the carpet. He didn’t get up. Leo stood above me, a mixture of anger and tenderness in his eyes. He removed the ball gag.
“Get his keys off his belt,” I said, sucking in air. “Please, please take these handcuffs off!”
Leo worked quickly and had the cuffs off in less than a minute. “Thank God,” I said, closing my eyes in relief. Men had handcuffed me so many times in the past, but my stupid struggling had made this by far the most painful.
I heard the cuffs click again and realized Leo had put them on Mike. Then he turned back to me and stroked my legs that were still bound in the air, allowing my ass to be vulnerable to anyone’s penetration. Why was Leo caressing me? My eyes widened, even more shocked than before. Leo was going to fuck me, too!
I moaned in anticipation as he reached into my drawer for a condom and lube. Then he gently massaged my hole with lubricant. He looked me in the eyes and raised his eyebrows as if to tacitly ask me, “is this okay?” In response, I tried to arch up my lower body to get his fingers in deeper. His lip curled into a feral grin.
He lowered his blue jeans and underwear to his knees, his huge, thick erection springing free. He put on the condom and pushed his dick slowly inside me just as I heard Mike mumble, “What the fuck…”
“I got my dick inside your boy now,” Leo told Mike. “You treated him like crap. Now he’s mine, and I’m going to treat him right.” Leo rammed in and out hard, and I moaned with each thrust.
I saw Mike struggle to stand up with the handcuffs, obviously woozy from Leo’s punch. Then he froze, and his eyes took on a violent cast, burning with jealousy as he helplessly watched Leo’s dick pound my ass, taking it from Mike irrevocably.
I wanted to twist the knife in Mike’s side and say something like, “Oh, god, Leo, I’ve never been fucked by a dick as big as yours. This is incredible,” but the problem was it was all too true, and he was reaming me so hard, I couldn’t form the words. All I could do was moan and gasp.
Mike tried to rush Leo. Leo stopped thrusting and grabbed Mike’s face. “If you even think about touching me, asswipe, you’re going to lose teeth.” Mike snarled and curled his lip but did nothing. Leo turned back to me and began fucking my ass again, but now he bent over me, combining his savage thrusts with caresses, licks and kisses.
Mike had never kissed me. In fact, most of the men I’d been with had refused to kiss me. As I felt the sensation of Leo’s mouth on mine combined with the driving of his cock, I felt a light-headed surge of bliss course through me, and a tingling that lingered in my calves, my forehead, and my gut. As his tongue pushed his way into my mouth, I could no longer hold back. I began to cry out as I shot come onto both of our torsos. At the same time, Leo began to growl like a wild animal and shoved himself into my hole as deep as possible one last time. He stayed there as his seed spilled into the condom in waves.
Leo stayed lodged inside me while talking to Mike. “I bet you’re sorry you’re not going to get this anymore, aren’t you? But that’s not all, because as soon as I untie Toby, I’m calling the cops.”
* * * *
On the road to the Villanti household, I hardly thought at all about what Mike had done. As Leo held my hand and squeezed, I felt tired but content.
“Tiger, while I don’t regret the sex for a second, I want you to know that wasn’t why I called earlier. I wanted to apologize.”
I turned to look at Leo. “Apologize for what?”
“For pressuring you to spill the beans on Pete. He told me about Tammy last night and that he thinks I help him too much. It explained a l
ot of things. So really, I need to thank you. If not for the way you connected with Pete, I might never have known what was going on. Furthermore, your instinct was right. I felt much better hearing it from Pete than I would have from you.”
I smiled. “I’m glad that worked out.”
“This is also the first time Pete and I have agreed on a guy for me,” Leo added, “and it couldn’t have come at a better moment because I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
“Well, you get to keep me for a while,” I said. Leo had deduced that with the “pattern” I’d established with Mike, it was doubtful anyone would make him do much jail time for rape if any, nor was a restraining order enough to make Leo feel I had enough protection. Thus, Leo thought I should stay at his place for a while to keep me safe. Apparently, Pete was all for it.
I had one trick up my sleeve to get Pete and Leo on the same page when it came to colleges. As we drove, I said, “Leo, there’s this school, McDaniel, that might be good for Pete. It’s in a small town so it’s safe. However, it’s only 250 miles from here, so you may have to fight him on it since it’s probably farther from Tammy than he wants, but the pre-med program looks perfect.”
Later that night, I took Pete aside. “Pete, there’s a college called McDaniel that looks good for you. You may have to talk your uncle into it because it’s only 250 miles from Tammy’s school, and that might be farther from him than he wants.” As I nestled in Leo’s giant waterbed to recover from the day’s ravaging, I heard Leo and Pete talking downstairs.
“Ah, I see you’re looking at the McDaniel brochure Toby brought,” Leo said.
“Yeah, and since you brought it up,” Pete responded, “maybe I can try to sell you on the place. Just hear me out…”
* * * *
By April, I had practically moved in with Pete and Leo. I did have a new studio apartment nearby, which Leo paid for so he would have a place to have wild sex with me where Pete wouldn’t hear us or come across an eye-opening toy. But Leo wanted me to stay at his house every night so he could hold me while I fell asleep on his chest.
Over the past several months Leo had sent other parents my way, and I’d gained confidence in my work. He balanced the rough and incredible sex with late night cuddling sessions and dinners out to celebrate each month we were together. On our fourth month anniversary, he gave me a card that said, “I love you,” and he’s said those words to me every day since. As far as not doing Pete’s homework, Leo still struggled with the temptation, but Pete and I limited him to proofreading papers, and he complied.
I hadn’t gotten away scot free though. Leo figured out what I’d done the night we celebrated Pete getting into McDaniel. Sitting at the kitchen table after Pete had gone to bed, Leo said, “So…tiger…it seems you told Pete he’d have to convince me to let him attend McDaniel, and you told me I’d have to work on him.”
I gave him an innocent look. “I can’t help it if you both think you’re each getting the better end of the bargain. I’m just a lowly, inexperienced counselor.”
He grinned. “A counselor who is going to pay for his mischief by getting his butt pounded.”
“If I have to,” I said as Leo nuzzled my cheek. Then he reached behind him and opened the bread box on the counter. There was a wrapped present inside.
“This college admission process seems to have driven most of the parents from Pete’s school crazy. I wanted to thank you for making this an easy experience for us.”
I unwrapped the gift. It was a model space capsule with NASA markings.
“Now I can officially say I’ve given you love and rockets,” Leo said as he kissed my mouth, “and this is only the beginning.”
Aunt September’s Society Dinner
From the hallway, I could hear my aunt in the banquet room.
“Let’s see now. One pheasant. Check. Lobster. Check. Naked young m—good heavens! Joffrey! Get in here this instant!”
Oh, dear. I strode around the corner. “Yes, Aunt September? How can I help?”
“You can begin by explaining why there’s someone nude on my table. He looks like one of your…guests. I know my sight is failing, but he is naked, isn’t he?”
“Yes, Aunt September. His name is Paolo. He’s the waiter I hired.” I couldn’t help but admire Paolo’s naturally tan complexion and his smooth, muscular body.
“Gracious sakes, Joffrey, have him put on his uniform. And what is he doing in the food?”
“He’s a combination waiter/centerpiece.”
“Oh, good grief. What am I supposed to say? ‘Have some pâté, Lady Higgins. My nephew’s callboy has only been rolling in it.’”
I laughed and I saw a smile creep across Paolo’s beautiful face. “I have two pieces of news, Aunt September. First, it is against Paolo’s religion to wear clothes. Second, the press is once more sending Biff Batterman to cover your society dinner.”
Aunt September looked like she’d had a heart attack. “Biff Batterman! I’m ruined! He hates my parties! Why won’t they ever send someone reasonable?”
I patted her shoulder. “I have everything under control,” I assured her. “Just wait.”
* * * *
“And so you see everyone,” said my aunt, gesturing with her third glass of wine, “it’s ever so difficult to find work when it’s against your religion to wear clothing. So, naturally, my heart bled, and I had to help poor dear Paolo. What’s that? Yes, that is quite an interesting piercing. I believe it’s called a Prince Albert…beg pardon? No, I don’t suppose a piercing will be named after the Queen.”
“Joffrey, why are you filling everyone’s wine glass?” asked a tipsy Lady Higgins. “Where did that handsome undressed waiter get to?”
I had trouble suppressing a smile. “He’ll be along presently.”
On cue, Paolo entered the banquet room carrying a tray arrayed with pies and cakes. Everyone oohed and aahed, although I don’t believe it was for the desserts. Behind Paolo came Biff Batterman. Aha, just as I’d suspected. His hair was quite mussed and his shirt was mis-buttoned. A dreamy smile graced his lips.
“Having a good time, Mr. Batterman?” I asked.
He glanced at me and then my aunt. “Here’s my headline: September Southman’s Society Soiree the Smash of the Season!”
I looked at my aunt’s ecstatic grin and blew on my nails. I could only hope her delight stayed put when I told her Paolo was moving in…
The Highest Bidder
“The final item up for bids is the opportunity to fuck Jason Tate’s ass,” said Elliot the auctioneer. The audience of horny men cheered and howled like coyotes. “Listen, folks. With the other boys, you were merely bidding for time with them, but as always, Jason guarantees you’ll plow him. Right, Jason?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. I positioned myself on all fours, facing away from everyone, and arched my naked rump.
“Ooh, God,” Elliot muttered. I looked over my shoulder to see if he’d said that merely to encourage the crowd, but from his stare, his reaction was sincere.
“We’ll open at five hundred dollars.”
“One thousand!”
“Two!”
“Three thousand!”
Holy shit, that was fast. Last year was a record. A doctor bought me for five thousand. The lodge gave the auction’s proceeds to a children’s hospital, so I felt justified in being this much of a whore.
“Three thousand for the best bottom in porn. Do I hear four?”
“Five!” That was the doctor’s voice. I smiled, knowing he wanted a repeat.
“Twenty-five thousand.”
My eyes widened. That voice sounded familiar, too. Who was that? Fuck! It’s Jim! What was he doing here? There was no way I was letting him have my ass!
“No, Elliot,” I whispered to the auctioneer. “Don’t take bids from him. He broke my heart.”
Elliot didn’t hear me. “Twenty-five thousand going once…going twice…sold to the gentleman in the brown leather jacket. Jason�
�s ass is yours for the fucking.”
God damn it.
The audience whooped and applauded as Jim came up to claim me. Sure, Jim was gorgeous. He was about six inches taller than me—maybe six-two. He had the thick frame of a firefighter and spiky strawberry blond hair on top of a boyish, mischievous face. He shot me a gleaming smile I didn’t return as I rose to face him.
“Why are you here?” I demanded.
He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. The crowd applauded louder. “Because I want you.”
I bounced as he carried me out into the frigid night, wishing I’d brought clothes. “I told you I never wanted to see you again. Why do you think I don’t take your calls?”
“That’s why I bought your hole. So you’d have no choice, boy.” By the time we reached Jim’s cabin I was freezing. He tossed me on the king bed and ran his hands over my crotch and ass. My dick stiffened in his hand and I began to moan. I felt heated humiliation. Why was I always helpless to stop cruel men from reaming my ass? And why did I love it?
“You shouldn’t get to fuck me,” I protested weakly. “That’s not fair.”
He spread my legs and fingered me. “Sounds like you want things to be unfair.” I moaned again.
I shook my head as I lifted my legs and let Jim lube me up. I remembered one night he fucked me four times. Afterwards, if Jim just blew air on my hole, I nearly cried because I was that sore. I whimpered in bed for two days. It was sublime.
But he dumped me, and I’ve never gotten over it.
“I quit school because of you,” I said. “I ended up getting fucked for a living because you said I was stupid and had no future.”
Jim had already slid on a condom and was aiming his dick at my hole.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was mad because you let everyone hit it, and I wanted you for myself. I’ve changed.”
He punched in deep, and I yelped in surprise. Even being a porno bottom, my ass wasn’t stretched enough for his huge girth. I gritted my teeth and breathed deep in and out, concentrating on relaxing my muscles.
“That’s it, Jason,” Jim said. “You always were such a good bottom.”