by Gavin Atlas
He nodded in acquiescence, and I could tell he took my words to heart. He truly believed the pleasure of his asshole was mine to take by right. What made him this way?
I squeezed his arm muscles. “I know you’re strong enough to stop it whenever you want to, Danny. When they take too much, why don’t you?”
“I don’t know, sir,” he said, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was allowing either. “It’s like my brain takes over and tells me I can’t say no.”
“I want you to start keeping your door locked, understand?” He nodded, and put his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his damp hair.
“So you didn’t get a chance to answer me the other day. Why older guys, Danny?”
“It feels right,” he said. “It’s less confusing somehow. Like if a guy is older it makes it okay that he’s spanking me or fucking me.”
“And why so many?”
“I don’t know. I just need to feel…liked, I guess. Guys get mad if I say no.”
“Yeah, but then they don’t treat you fairly, do they? But then I guess you don’t want things to be fair.” I knew he needed someone to protect him from himself and his newfound desires. By the way he clung to me, it seemed like, deep down, perhaps he wanted it to be me.
“I want a key to your apartment, Danny. That way you can keep everyone out but me. That ass is mine whenever I want it, all right?”
He sat up and looked dejected. “My spare key has gone missing,” he said.
I assumed Bernard had beaten me to it, but it crossed my mind Danny told me this so I wouldn’t be the only one with free reign over his body. I told him to lock the door and only let us in if he didn’t have class, need to study, or need to rest.
It turned out it didn’t matter if Bernard had the key. If one of us knocked, he’d open the door and his legs, too, no matter what. I went over the next day to check on him, and the door was unlocked again. There was Fred pumping Danny’s ass, and Howard was in his mouth. Danny’s face was blue from the trouble he had breathing. Two men more than twice his age with beer bellies and balding heads were taking Danny, and from his hard-on, he couldn’t get enough of it. They’d made him miss a final to fuck him, but it didn’t look like they had to twist his arm.
It came down to this: These four other guys were fucking him more than he could handle, and as much as I wanted his ass, I didn’t take it. I admit I loved watching him be used, but I really wanted to nail that hole that had been so well prepared for my monster prick. Instead, I’d hold him while he recovered from the day’s abuse. I held back, hoping to show him he meant more to me.
There were new problems. He failed all his finals, and his father wouldn’t support him unless he got his grades up the following semester. That wouldn’t happen unless everyone stopped dicking him constantly. The other thing was Bernard’s burgeoning idea that Danny was his. Howard told me Bernard was planning to tie Danny up and invite a bunch of new guys to “party in his pussy.”
That was it. I went over and, yet again, his door was unlocked. No one was there fucking him for once, but he was on the bed, only wearing a baseball cap and reading a text book. His smooth, round ass was just waiting to be taken. I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder.
“Oh my God, what are you doing?” he said as I carried him nude through the parking lot of his complex in broad daylight.
“I’m rescuing you,” I said, “and I’m claiming you for myself.” Danny didn’t yell for help, but there was no one around anyway. As I suspected, he just let it happen. We arrived at my house without incident. I carried him upstairs and stood him in front of my bed. Then I bent him over. In my heart, I knew he needed to be protected from the men of this town, and I planned to do my best. He needed love, even if that’s not what he thought or believed he deserved. Hopefully, he would learn control under my care, but for now, even if somewhat insincere, I needed to appeal to his promiscuous nature.
“Here’s the deal,” I said, as I started lubing up his ass, “you still want to be public property and let everyone fuck you?”
“Yes, sir,” he agreed.
“Well, you know that’s exactly what’s going to happen to you tonight. Bernard is inviting a whole bunch of guys to fuck you. Does that turn you on?” His dick answered for him. “When I see those guys inside you, it pisses me off, you know that? I’ve watched them all for the past three weeks fuck you to tears, and all I’ve done is dry off your face while dying to ram my cock up that hole of yours myself. Well, this is what’s coming to you.”
I stuffed him fully in one stroke. His head jerked back in pain.
“You were going to give up your ass to a whole group of total strangers and give me nothing. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
“I’m sorry, sir. You could have fucked me, too, sir.”
“I know I could. And since I’m bigger, you would have still been tight for me, too. But I wanted you to learn that you’ve got to take responsibility for your choices, and you didn’t. I’m responsible for you now.” I started fucking him slowly. I’d obviously seen him take it bent over before and usually he pushed back onto the top’s dick, but I was too big for him to try that. He stayed still, letting me thrust in and out at leisure.
“By the time I’m done fucking you, you’ll know I’m the right guy to make all your decisions. And my first decision is I’m going to own your ass and keep it here.”
“But sir,” he said, his voice muffled by the sheets, “if I’m not at my place tonight, they’ll be mad at me for not being there for them to fuck.”
“You’ve been making Bernard fuck you with condoms, right, boy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, they plan to tie you up tonight, and you wouldn’t have a choice how he fucks you, now would you?” He was silent. I kept fucking. “Now you see how your fantasies will get you in trouble, and you need a man like me to own your ass.” I reached around. His penis was hard. “And you’re going to live here. And you’ll go to class, boy. If your dad makes you go back home, I can’t have all the access to your ass I need, right, boy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And since I enjoy watching other guys get up in you, they’ll get you, too as long as I’m watching.” His erection lengthened. I fucked him a little faster.
“Since Howard met you, he has to get your ass as his finder’s fee, of course.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And since Fred and Karl have already sampled that hole, it wouldn’t be right to keep it away from them now, would it, Danny?”
“No, sir.” I pumped him even harder.
“And I want to watch Bernard attack that ass like he did the first time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And after he gets you so sore that you can’t take any more like last time? I will fuck you.” His come exploded into my hand. I wiped it off on his stomach and flipped him over on his back. I shoved back inside, knowing that it hurt him to get fucked right after coming. I started pistoning him as hard as I could, and he tried to get away from my dick like he had with Bernard. But I’m bigger than Bernard, so he couldn’t get me out. I didn’t miss a single stroke, and his involuntary “unh” was louder than I’d ever heard it.
“And you’ll be gang-banged,” I informed him, my breath ragged. “Maybe even one night at the bar,” I teased. “We’ll turn you into public pussy and show all those other Zayre boys what us old townies are doing to one of their own.” He was unable to respond, but he got hard again. “You’ll be tied up,” I said. “Your ass is going to be in a sling,” I told him. Danny gave up fighting and let me plunder his ass full force. He had a raging hard-on again. “And since I own your hole,” I said, “you have absolutely…no…control…over who fucks that ass, when they fuck that ass, and how long they fuck that ass.”
He pinched his dick off, trying not to come.
“And I’ll make damn sure that before anyone else gets any, I get to fuck you as much as I damn well please.”<
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His dick erupted again, his come hitting his chin. His constricting innards made me let loose a huge ejaculation of my own. I collapsed on top of his shuddering body.
“Whadd’ya say?” I asked, rolling off him and holding him with one hand. With the other, I grabbed him by the ass. “Do I own this hole?”
“Yes, sir,” he said. Yeah, he wanted constant savaging instead of love, but maybe I could help. I kissed him for the first time, softly on the lips, and he smiled the prettiest smile I’d ever seen.
Business with Pleasure
I felt certain it was a bad idea for me to get naked at another of Jeremy’s parties, especially considering my position as a financial advisor at Wesley-Shields Limited. But as I rode in the taxi to his apartment, it was obvious I couldn’t resist.
On the way there, I had the paranoid sensation everyone knew what I was about to do. The guy at the wine shop, the taxi driver, pedestrians on the street, and even Jeremy’s doorman all gave me little smiles that made me feel like they’d heard about me.
In the elevator, I tried to focus on the good mood I’d been in all day since Mr. Wesley, the owner of the company I work for, had spoken to me this morning. He knew we advisors were all having a bad time considering how awful Wall Street has been doing, but he just patted me on the back and said, “Hang in there.” I wondered how he’d feel if he knew I wanted him.
I took a deep breath as I reached Jeremy’s floor. What had I gotten myself into? Though nothing had been said aloud, I knew these guys were going to strip me down in the living room, maybe as soon as I arrived. Part of me felt submissive and extremely turned on, but it was at war with the part that felt nervous and ashamed. My body was decent, but not porn star quality. I didn’t imagine most people would be eager to see me get fucked, but these guys clearly were into it.
I arrived late, and I nodded shyly at the group while Jeremy took my coat. Before the door was closed, I’d already been handed a double vodka tonic.
“Drink up,” Jeremy said with his eyebrows raised.
For about forty-five minutes we made idle chatter until I noticed Jeremy wink at Kurt while handing me a fresh cocktail. Then Kurt unbuttoned my shirt and another guy, Eugene, began massaging my back and crotch. I drank carefully, pretending to be drunker than I was. If they thought I was inebriated, I imagined I wouldn’t feel as embarrassed later for letting this happen. Also, it definitely encouraged them to take liberties with my clothing. However, I wanted to have my wits about me if things got out of hand.
The phone rang, and Jeremy looked at the Caller ID. He picked up and said, “Yes, Jeff, our party bottom made it tonight.” Jeremy grinned at me, sloshed himself. “Describe him? He’s twenty-five and about 5’8”. Kind of a black-Irish look. Dark hair with blue eyes. Muscular. Perfect ass.” Get here quick or it might be over.”
“Why do you…have to keep calling me a party bottom?” I said, deliberately hitching my speech to sound wasted. “It’s embarrassing. I’ve only done this once before.”
“Because you love it?” Jeremy said.
“Humph,” I said, sipping my drink, “I’m a good boy.”
“That’s very true,” said Eugene, reaching down to undo the button on my jeans.
I sat on Jeremy’s carpet, looking out the window at his sweeping view of the East River and Queens. Jeremy and the friends he invited sat around me on a sectional sofa. It made me feel like I was their pet by sitting beneath them.
“I’m just curious about something,” Eugene said as he came down from the sofa to work me out of my pants. He may have been a nerdy Chinese guy with thick glasses, but he’d been the most aggressive of all that evening. He slid my jeans down to my knees and stretched my white briefs to reveal my bare hip.
“Mm-hmm,” Eugene said. “You do tan nude. I thought so.”
“You made that observation last time,” Jeremy said, getting up to answer the door. It was Jeff.
“Damn, that was fast,” Jeremy said. “You must have been practically downstairs when you called.”
I’d never seen Jeff before. He was tall and well-built with mischievous brown eyes that seemed to dance with light. Even though he was attractive, he looked only a couple years older than me, which made him too young to be my usual type. Still, I was intrigued when I heard he’d be here just for me.
“So what exactly happened last time?” Jeff asked, grabbing a beer from a cooler and sitting down.
“These guys helped me move in,” Jeremy said, “and I fixed them spaghetti when we were done. I accidentally spilled sauce all over Rory.”
“That was no accident,” I said, pointing a finger at Jeremy.
“I had no clothes to lend him because they were still packed,” Jeremy continued. “I gave him a towel—”
“—which Rory couldn’t figure out how to tie, so it kept falling,” Eugene added.
“Or maybe I could tie it just fine, but you guys kept pulling it off,” I protested. Jeff let out a deep laugh.
“He hadn’t worn underwear, so we all got to see Rory nude,” Jeremy said, giving me a hungry look. “And after a bit of that, I couldn’t help myself, and I fucked him right here on the carpet. In front of everyone.”
My dick had started to stiffen when Jeremy began telling Jeff what happened, and now I had a full hard-on. Eugene noticed.
“For some reason, Rory wore underwear tonight,” Eugene said, fingering my waistband.
“Yeah, well, who knows what you guys might spill on me this time.” I decided it was time to put on my straight frat boy act. “God, am I drunk,” I said, holding my head.
“Let’s fix this underwear situation,” Eugene said, slipping my white briefs down to where he had my jeans. Then Jeremy helped Eugene take them both completely off.
“You guys!” I protested meekly and falsely.
Jeff whistled. “Hot little body,” he said. “I can see why everyone wanted a repeat performance.”
My face felt hot. I still battled nerves, but I wanted Jeff badly. And I wanted everyone to watch.
Jeff knelt in front of me and gave me a gentle kiss. “Can I be first inside you?” He put his hand between my legs and softly groped my ass and balls. “I’ve actually seen you out before. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
I felt dizzy. Maybe it was Jeff’s words or maybe I hadn’t done a good job of watching my alcohol intake after all. Or maybe so much blood had rushed to my groin my brain didn’t have enough. “Oh…gosh,” I said, “do you promise not to tell anyone, you guys?”
“Of course,” Jeff said, and there were other murmurs of agreement.
I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.
I must.
I lay back and lifted my legs. Jeremy produced lube and condoms from behind the couch. Jeff didn’t strip all the way, just lowering his pants enough to get busy. That felt a bit unfair because I would have loved to see him undressed, but I was too horny to complain. I closed my eyes while Jeff lubed me with firm, eager fingers.
“Mmm, you’re kinda tight,” Jeff purred as he lined up his dick to enter me. “From the way these guys talked, I didn’t think you would be.”
As Jeff began to thrust in and out, I looked from face to face, feeling my stomach tighten in a combination of shame and ecstasy. Why was there nothing better than getting screwed in front of an audience?
Jeff’s cock wasn’t huge, but he knew how to use it. He ground his hips in a circular motion for a while and struck my prostate in a steady rhythm.
“Look at me,” he said, putting his hand on my face, “I want you to know that it’s me who’s fucking you.” I moaned at this, aware of how silent and still the men around us were.
Then Eugene moved to pull my legs back farther, and I saw how enraptured he was with what was happening to me. He swallowed hard, his expression practically one of pain as he stared at Jeff’s dick going in and out of my hole.
“My God, what a sweet ass,” Jeff said. His breathing became labored, and he grunted
over and over as he began to come inside me. His thrusts were the deepest yet, forcing me to cry out. I pinched off my dick, trying my best not to come in case I had to take more cocks. But my body was out of control, and I shot forcefully into my own hand.
“Ooh, Rory,” Jeff said, as his breath returned to normal. “I really hope these parties become a habit.”
I grinned and blushed. I wanted to say “No, I can’t do this again. I’m really not a slut,” but from my state of dreamy afterglow, no one would begin to believe me.
Monday morning I sat in my cubicle feeling uncomfortable in my suit. My ass was still sore from the weekend. I had told them one guy was my limit for the evening, but they talked me into taking a second dick. Kurt’s. And then a third for which they blindfolded me, so I wouldn’t know who was inside me. I thought I smelled Eugene’s cologne as I was fucked so urgently and ferociously it felt like a bolt of anger behind each thrust of lust.
Then on Sunday, Jeff called at two A.M. and asked to come over. I felt thrilled that such a hot guy wanted me again and wondered if possibly he desired more than sex. But after an hour of rough dicking during which he came twice, he said he had to get back to his girlfriend.
“She thinks I went to get cigarettes,” he’d said with a guilty laugh.
I found myself feeling angry, but realized that was ridiculous. If he thought of me as just an easy piece of ass to fuck, whose fault was that?
So today my butt was still paying the price, making it difficult to concentrate. It was just my luck Mr. Wesley would choose this morning to say hello to me again while I could barely function.
“Young Mr. Caulfield,” he said, still wearing his gray wool overcoat and hat. “How are things going for you down here on floor twelve?”
I stuttered something unintelligible, and he said, “Fine, fine,” clapping me on the shoulder. “Keep up the good work.”
Great. I’m sure I’d made a swell impression. Speaking intelligently to superiors had never been my forte, but I’m certain a big part of the problem just then had been my huge, futile crush. Mr. Wesley was the epitome of the silver fox—tall with a healthy build covered by immaculate five-thousand-dollar suits. The deep timbre of his voice made me shiver, and he walked with a confident stride that said “I am the most powerful man in the room.”