In the Ring

by James Lear

  “With my dick in you?” I was hard, and he could see. He shrugged, but said nothing. “What are your orders?”

  “I am instructed to take orders from you.”

  “Well, that’s the best news I’ve had for a while. In that case, you can . . . run the bath.”

  “Yes sir.” Was that disappointment or relief on his face? Either way, it wouldn’t last for long. Radek scuttled off to the bathroom, and soon I could hear water gushing into the tub.

  “Now come back here.”

  “Yes sir.”

  I snapped my fingers and pointed to the carpet in front of me. “Kneel.”

  He did as he was told, and looked up at me with wide blue eyes. They’d chosen him well. Someone must have studied the kind of guys I like fucking, and come up with a kind of composite picture. Radek fit the bill perfectly. Young, tough but cute, the kind that often ends up in the USMC. Blond, pale, good bone structure. Polish, I guessed.

  “Go on.”

  “What, sir?”

  “You want me naked. Undress me. Starting with the shoes.” I lifted my right foot and thrust it towards him. “And don’t get the laces knotted.”

  He cradled the heel of my shoe in one hand, and tugged at the laces with the other. The shoe glided off, followed by the sock. When both feet were bare, I said “Now my tie.”

  He stood up, and it was easy to see that he was as stiff as I was. I let my arms hang down by my sides while Radek removed my tie, whipped it out of my collar and started unbuttoning my shirt. He was so close I could smell his deodorant. He didn’t need further instructions. He took my shirt off, and gave me an approving smile when he saw my hairy, lean torso. The months in rehab had paid off; I’d gone from being weak and skinny after hospital to full Stagg strength. I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my chest, pushing the fingers deep into the fur. Then I dragged it down over my stomach to the waistband of my pants.

  “Carry on. The belt.”

  He knelt again, and now he was in a hurry. Buckles, buttons, and zippers yielded under his skillful fingers, and soon I was standing in my underpants. Nice tight white Y fronts, my civilian underwear of choice. Radek licked his lips. My dick was fully hard, pointing towards the two o’clock position, almost reaching my hipbone.

  “Get it out.”

  He reached in via the leg opening, and pulled my cock out.

  “Ready for your orders?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Then suck it.”

  He took hold of it and gave it a tentative stroke. Given the abstinence of the last few days—which, by my standards, was like a lifetime of celibacy—I was ready to explode. My cock kicked and jumped in his fingers. Luiz had done a great job of getting me back to full fitness.

  Radek opened his mouth, put out a velvety pink tongue and took me in, just the head at first, but swiftly, smoothly sliding his lips down the shaft, over every vein and wrinkle of skin, until I felt myself entering his throat. No prizes for guessing how they’d selected him for the job. I gripped his chin with my thumb and forefinger—he had a little bit of stubble there, not exactly a beard, just one of those indecisive patches that young men like these days, which look ridiculous but feel kind of good—and held him down on me. Tears oozed out of the corners of his eyes, and he obviously couldn’t breathe, but he stayed put.

  “Good man.” I let him come up for air. “Now strip. And make it quick.” I looked at my watch; about five minutes left before Reeve was due to join us. He was expecting a show, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. Radek wasted no time, efficiently pulling off jacket, tie, and shirt. His body was smooth and slim—a sportsman rather than a gym rat, I suspected. Something that requires speed and agility rather than brute strength. I almost asked him: soccer? Basketball? But then he dropped his pants. His legs were hairy, almost shaggy on the calves and shins. He was wearing tiny black underpants, with a shiny, slimy wet patch at the front, silver against the dark cotton.

  “Off.”

  He pulled them down, and his cock sprang up against the little mat of hair on his belly, light brown like his bush, and mercifully untrimmed. I’ve fucked a lot of guys, most notably Jody, who put a lot of effort into removing all the stuff from their bodies that I really like—hair, wrinkles, and so on. I prefer things to be left the way nature made ‘em. Radek was scoring highly.

  “Come here.” I pulled him towards me. He was, maybe, four inches shorter than me: another plus. I put my arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. He opened up, let my tongue in, and then started kissing me back. Our cocks were pressed against each other, wet and sticky. Most of the precum was his, but I was getting there.

  “Bath first, or do you want me to fuck you?”

  “It’s up to you, sir.”

  I did a quick calculation. Reeve would be here in a few minutes. The foot of the bed was opposite the door. I wanted to give him a good impression when he entered the room.

  “Turn off the bath, and bring me condoms. I assume you have them.”

  ‘They’re by the bed, sir. Right there.” I sheathed and lubed my cock.

  “Bend over.”

  He stood in front of me, and parted his cheeks. His asshole was the same color as his tongue, rose pink. Without any preliminaries, I positioned myself behind him and pushed in. He cried out in pain, but didn’t ask me to stop. I reached around and checked that he was still hard; I’m a gentleman like that. He was, with juice oozing down his shaft. I rested my ass on the edge of the mattress, and positioned Radek so that he was fully visible from the door. With one hand I explored his firm, tensed torso, his tight nipples, his strong, stubbly jawline; with the other, I jerked his cock. I fucked him at mid-tempo, not so hard that he exploded immediately, but hard enough to keep him on edge. His moaning must certainly have been audible from the corridor, unless the room was cunningly soundproofed.

  As for me, I could have come any moment, but I’ve had plenty of practice at holding it back. I didn’t want Reeve to arrive when I’d finished; I’m not twenty anymore, I can’t recover in minutes. I wanted him to see what he’d bought.

  Radek was throwing himself into his work. He twisted his head around to kiss me while I squeezed his tit, jerked his cock, and fucked his ass. Everything was going to plan—as long as I could keep one eye on the door handle, and not lose focus. The way his tight young ass was clamping around my cock, it wasn’t going to be easy. He was close. His balls were tight. Hurry up, Reeve. You’re going to miss the show. Radek’s moaning was reaching a crescendo. I slackened off, stopped stroking him, slowed the fucking to a standstill. He didn’t seem to mind. I think he’d have been happy to let me fuck him all day, depriving him of his orgasm until his brain was in shreds.

  We went a couple more rounds like this, poor Radek approaching the brink and being held back. He was well trained; he didn’t try to grab his own dick and finish the job himself. He let me take control. I was less disciplined. I was getting to the point when I just wanted to empty myself inside him, Reeve or no Reeve. But then I heard the click and creak of an ancient floorboard just outside the room. It had to be him. I started fucking, pinching, and stroking again; Radek was whimpering now, almost begging. And yes, at last the door handle turned. I picked up the pace, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth, and as the door finally opened Radek started coming, shooting great arcs of white across the empty space to land with an audible splat on the floor. I saw Reeve; our eyes met. Radek was too lost in the fuck. I let him finish his orgasm, milked the last few drops from his cock, kissed him and held him while he sweated and shuddered, my dick still inside him.

  Reeve was silhouetted in the doorway, glints of light catching his silver hair. I could just about make out a smile on his face. He stepped forward. “I see you’ve wasted no time.” Radek jumped, but I held on to him. “It’s okay, Radek,” said Reeve. “Stay just as you are.” He closed the door behind him. “How was he, Dan?”

  “Very good, as I’m sure you already know.”

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sp; He didn’t deny it. “Have you had a bath?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Go ahead.” He stood and watched, arms folded across his chest, as I withdrew from Radek’s ass and disposed of the condom. I hadn’t come, so I was still at full stiffness, and Reeve’s presence wasn’t doing anything to lessen that. Radek stumbled off to the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving Reeve and me facing each other, him in his crisp shirt and smart suit, me naked, hairy, and hard.

  “Did I pass?”

  “So far so good.” He started walking around me, looking me over. “We needed some demonstration of your powers. It’s not that we don’t trust our American sources, but MI6 likes to check facts.” He was around the back now, checking whatever facts he found there.

  “Feel free to touch,” I said.

  “All in good time.”

  He finished his tour. “How’s the leg?”

  “Not bad.” I rubbed my right thigh. “Still hurts a bit, but they patched me up pretty well.”

  “The medical reports said you have a high tolerance of pain.”

  “I’ve been blown up, shot, beaten up, stabbed, all the usual stuff. The novelty kind of wears off after a while.”

  “Do you like pain?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Do you enjoy inflicting pain?” He looked me in the eyes, ignoring my cock, which was bouncing up and down, a thread of precum lengthening from the tip.

  “Not for its own sake. But yeah, if I’m fucking a guy and it hurts him at first, that turns me on. I won’t lie.”

  “You’re not a sadist, though.”

  “Do you want me to be a sadist? Is that part of the JD?”

  “Vaughan inhabits a rough world.”

  “Boxing? Come on. You’re talking to a marine.”

  “I don’t just mean the boxing. We suspect links to organized crime.”

  “I can fight if I need to fight. I can kill if I need to kill. If you want me to play the part of a psycho, I can do that for you.”

  “What about if you had to hurt or kill someone you believed to be innocent?”

  “You mean collateral damage?”

  “I mean a bit more deliberate than that.”

  “Murder.”

  “Yes.”

  “Is it likely?”

  “Anything is possible.”

  “You’re not going to ask me to kill Radek, are you?”

  “Oh, no. Radek is perfectly safe.”

  Right on cue, Radek appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. “The bath is getting cold, sir.”

  “We’re coming.” He gestured me ahead. “After you, Dan.” And as I walked into the bathroom, Reeve let his hand rest on my right buttock. He squeezed it gently. “Nice,” he whispered, “very nice.”

  Those of you who are familiar with my career will know that I only get fucked very occasionally, when I get the urge to submit to a higher authority. Most of the time I’m the boss, and I’m very happy to use my dick on any man who needs it. For many years I resisted the desire to take it; it was too compromising, too gay for a man who pretended for much of his adult life that he wasn’t actually gay, he was just a guy who enjoyed the physical sensation of sex with other guys. I was adept at all the bullshit excuses. Time has taught me a few lessons, thank God, and now I’m quite comfortable with who I am, even if I still prefer to be on top. But in Reeve I recognized authority, seniority, a man accustomed to being obeyed. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome and powerfully built. It didn’t hurt that he was clothed and I was naked, or that his finger was running up and down my furry butt crack.

  “Get in, then.”

  I climbed into the bath—warm, scented, foamy, and big enough for two. What would happen next?

  Reeve started tugging at his tie.

  “Are you joining me?”

  “Any objections?”

  “None whatsoever.”

  “Good.” The tie came off, then the jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was as hairy as mine, the dense black fur shading into silver. Radek stood like a valet, receiving every item of clothing as it was removed. He folded them carefully and laid them over a chair. Reeve stepped out of his pants. He was wearing blue and white striped cotton boxers. They looked brand new. His cock was straining at the button fly.

  “Radek.”

  Radek knelt and pulled Reeve’s shorts down. His dick was long and thick and his balls would not have been out of place on a bull. Well, if you’re going to get fucked, you might as well get seriously fucked.

  “Think you can take it, Dan?”

  I don’t like having my abilities questioned. I knelt up in the bath, thick foam sliding down my body, grabbed Reeve’s cock and started sucking it. I will never be a champion cocksucker; I lack practice, and usually find myself fucking a guy’s throat before I get anywhere near tasting his dick. But I can muster a pretty decent blow job, especially for a man like Reeve. I assumed this was another test, and so I opened my jaws a little wider and concentrated on suppressing the gag reflex.

  “That’s enough.” He pulled out of my mouth. “Shift up. I’m coming in.”

  Our legs entwined as the soapy water washed through the hair on his torso. Two stiff dicks broke the surface like periscopes. Radek, who had been standing passively watching, was rubbing himself through his towel. He was getting stiff again. What exactly did Reeve have in mind? Why the bath? Why Radek?

  “That’s better. I’ve been looking forward to this.” He shifted around in the water, lowering his shoulders into the foam, rubbing it over his head. “You’re probably wondering why we’re here.” He sat up and wiped the soap out of his eyes.

  I grabbed his stiff dick and squeezed. “I assume it’s something to do with this.”

  “Yes, partly. As Radek will tell you, I like to fuck.”

  “I guessed as much.”

  “But I also need to make sure that you can take as well as give.”

  “And to do that, you need a bath?”

  “Oh, no. It’s completely unnecessary. I just like fucking guys in bathtubs. There have to be some perks to the job.”

  “Will it go into your report?”

  “None of this will go into my report. I need to know that you’re as good as they say you are, and I need to convince myself that you can keep your mouth shut when necessary.”

  “And open when necessary.”

  “From this point on, you report directly to me and my appointed agents. Do you understand? You do not discuss the mission with anyone else.”

  “Understood.” I still had hold of his cock, and was gently stroking it. I wanted it inside me.

  “Radek, you can take that towel off now. See that, Dan? He’s hard again.”

  “Yes, I see.”

  “Whom shall I fuck first? You or him?”

  “Me.”

  “You’d better suck it then.”

  He raised his hips slightly, and held his cock perpendicular. It was wet and soapy, but that didn’t matter. I had to get into a cramped position with my knees jammed under my chest, but I managed. I ran my tongue over his massive dick, from the piss slit all the way down to the balls, immersing my face in water, coming up dripping, eyes stinging, then down again. And then, at further risk of dislocating my jaw, I took him into my mouth and did my best. Judging by the hardness, he enjoyed seeing me try.

  Radek was standing idle, but not for long. Reeve grabbed his wrist, pulled him over and stuck two fingers inside his ass, with nothing in the way of preliminaries. He was still lubricated from our fuck, and didn’t seem to mind Reeve’s roughness. In fact, he put one foot on the rim of the bathtub to give better access, and lowered himself onto Reeve’s hand. His cock—small in comparison to Reeve’s—bobbed up and down, slapping against Reeve’s hairy forearm. Occasionally Reeve leaned over and kissed Radek’s dick, even sucked it a little. My cock, crushed between thigh and ribcage, was feeling left out.

  “We’d better get on with this,” said Reeve, clear
ing his throat. Judging by the way his cock was expanding in my mouth, he was close to coming. He stood up, the water gushing off his body, running off the end of his cock as if it were a faucet. The ever-attentive Radek handed him a towel. I unfolded myself and stood, limbs wobbling and aching.

  “Get him dry and bring him into the bedroom. I assume the condoms are in place.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Reeve went through, sawing the towel across his broad, hairy shoulders, like a guy at the gym after a tough workout. Radek rubbed me down, and managed a quick suck on my dick to make sure I was at maximum hardness.

  “What’s he like?”

  Radek understood the question. “Very hard.” He squeezed my ass. “But good. You’ll like it.”

  He led me through to the bedroom. Reeve was stretched out on the bed, one arm crooked behind his head, the other hand stroking his dick. He had rolled a rubber on it; sheathed, it looked even bigger. This was the real test. Whatever the job had in store for me, Reeve needed to know I could accept a challenge. Mind you, the job wasn’t in the forefront of my mind. My ass had taken over the thinking duties, and it just wanted to get filled.

  “Lubricate us.”

  Radek filled his palm with gel, and slathered it over Reeve’s shaft. Then he worked it into my ass. I was as ready as I would ever be.

  “Go ahead, Dan,” said Reeve. “All yours.”

  I jumped on to the bed, threw my smashed leg over his waist and, facing him, positioned his cock at my hole. I took a deep breath, pressed down to get the head into me and then, on the basis that a short pain is better than a long one, allowed gravity to carry me downwards until Reeve’s prick was deep inside me, filling my rectum. Reeve watched my face, monitoring the pain. I held his gaze, resisted the urge to cry out, and concentrated on relaxing every muscle in my body. When I was ready, I started moving up and down. It still hurt, but it was starting to feel good. My cock was oozing a steady stream of precum on to his hairy belly.

  “Am I going to have to do all the work?”

  “You can if you want to,” he said.

  The idea of riding him to orgasm was appealing, but now that Radek had told me that Reeve was a hard fucker, I wanted to meet the challenge.