Introduction:

A spinoff story about Daniel Manlove (18). The good-looking young man just wanted to love and be loved. However, the college freshman developed a taste for domination by watching his father take control of his friends. But Dan needed to train his brain, as much as his ass, to keep the act going. A nasty bit of breath play was required to make the ebony thug, Tyrell Jones (21), submit to him.

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This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content; both implied and explicit.

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A Brain Workout.

Driving home from the gym, Rodney Manlove - Dan's gay father - listened while Daniel told him what had happened there. The 18-year-old gay boy was seduced into sex by an ebony god. At first, everything seemed to be going well. But the 26-year-old man, Alex Dunmill, had a change of heart. The longer their workout session lasted, the more they learned about each other. It turned out that Alex would start a new job as a professor at the same college Daniel would attend in 6 weeks. And a student-professor relationship - both men agreed - wasn't a smart thing. But Professor Dunmill took it rather more badly than Dan did. The boy thought they could have had 5 or 6 more weeks together before they would start at Devol College of Engineering. However, Dunmill thought Daniel Manlove was trying to lay a trap for him.

Back at home, Rodney opened the garage door remotely, and his son deftly parked the classic Dodge Charger inside.
"Okay... Well, don't feel too bad, kiddo... You got laid, and your ass stuffed... Just too bad it was a one-night stand... But next time, make sure the condom doesn't rip... More Lube... More Better..." grinned his old man.
Dan looked a little surprised at these words from his father, saying, "... Yeah... Guess so... He really was my type, though... And his cock... Well wow... It was huge, but it fit... It actually fit!... It hurt like hell going in, of course... But it was a good pain... Does that make sense at all, Dad?..."
"Ha!... Yep... It fucking does... How big was his thing?..."
"Well, put it this way, Dad... I know what it is like to get fisted now... He was wider than my wrist!... Imagine that!..." sighed Daniel, braggingly.
"Impressive!... Sure you're okay?..." asked Rodney Manlove, slightly worried.

"Yes, Sir..." Dan grinned naughtily at his old man, "... I would not mind another ride on a hunk like that, though... Sooner rather than later... Thanks for making me go to that gym, Sir..."
"You can drop the 'Sir', Dan..." said Rodney calmly.
"Nah-ah... It suits you, Dad!... By the way... What did you and the gym's owner do with the homophobic trainer?..."
"Ah... well... Long story... We... Ummm... We re-educated his ass... He's much less homophobic now... But he also lost his job there... So he won't bother you no more... Hawkeye will be training you twice a week from now on... He likes you... And I don't blame him!..."

"What do you think about this ride?..." asked Manlove of his son. Indicating the old black Dodge Charger.
"Fucking love it, Dad... They knew how to build muscle cars back in the day!..." sighed Dan as he lovingly stroked the steering wheel. "But it needs a good service job and a deep cleaning..." said Daniel Manlove lovingly.
"Good... Because I am transferring the car, those 2 bikes, and the apartment into your name!... Happy early birthday, kiddo... And you can ask Tyrell Jones to tune it up for you..."
"Awe, Dad?... Really?... Thanks, man... I've got some ideas about upgrading the building..."
"Hold your horses, Cowboy... I am not giving you the building... Just the use of the upper floor!..." laughed Rodney.

"Ah!... well still... Thanks, Daddy... I nevertheless want to run some ideas past you and Mister Jones..." said Daniel with a remorseful smile. The building's superintendent, Booker Jones, was a close personal friend - and butt-boy - of his father.
"Book wants you to call him Booker... Or Uncle... Just make sure what your intentions are... Or you end up like Tyrell, his bitch boy... Did you know Booker is Ty's pimp?..."
"Oh-nah... I did not!... Is Ty a man-whore?... Fuck... But I will never pay for an ass-grabber like Tyrell..." said Daniel resolutely.
"Ha... Are you still on about that?... He's not that bad... Come on... Let's go upstairs... You've earned a nice lunch... I've got some muscle cream you may want to apply... It helps with the ass pains as well..." grinned Rodney.

As Dan-the-Man crawled out of the 1970s Dodge - feeling his muscles ache - he curiously looked around. Daniel had never been inside these garages. A simple chainlink fence on a low block wall separated the 5 linked garages. It appeared Booker Jones and the Manloves shared them. They were connected by a private walkway at the back, with stairs leading into Booker's apartment and the central hallway. Dan looked around for a while and noticed part of a leather sex sling lying discarded on the floor.

Rodney saw his kid looking at it and quietly said, "... It's broken... But a budding engineer like you might fix it..."
"What's wrong with it?..." asked Dan.
"Nothing much... The metal frame it came with is cracked... Turns out you can't use it with 4 guys at once... hahaha..." laughed Rodney maniacally.
"Can I have it?... You know... Ummm, to decorate my room?..."
"Ha... You dirty little fucker!... Sure, but you'll have to repair the frame..." sighed Manlove. He scratched his nuts. His son's idea of using a sling had clearly excited him.
"Cool... Thanks, Dad!... But I won't need the frame... I'll get some chains and eyebolts... I will hang it from the rafters if I anticipate the need..." smirked the 18-year-old butchly.

But the discarded sling wasn't the only gem that hid in those 5 garages. The Manlove's next garage housed a small workshop and storage area. The 2 motorcycles in there were da bomb, thought Daniel. He droolingly looked at the classic Indian Bobber and the modern Honda cross bike when the men exited the garage at the back. Both bikes were as black as the night, with only a hint of chrome. His father pressed his kid to the fence. Hooking his massive arm around Dan's throat. The other hand went in search of Dan's bulging package.

"You're choking me, Sir..." panted Daniel as his old man forced him - chest first - into the chainlink fence.
"Kid... I fucking love you!..." grunted Rodney Manlove in Dan's ear. After nibbling on Daniel's earlobe, Rod stuck his tongue in the boy's ear. The man was a little too hot to handle.
"I call Incest... hahaha... You don't want to do this, Sir... Even though I would love it... I guess... And besides... You don't love me... You love that I am as gay as you are... Sir..." chuckled Daniel.
But his father wasn't laughing. Not at all. At the word incest, he instantly released Daniel and had walked away.

Daniel Turned to his old man in the back passage of the garages. He threw his gym bag and the rolled-up leather sling on the ground beside him. Calling commandingly, "... Roderick Jackson Manlove!!!... Get that sexy ass back here... RIGHT THIS INSTANT!..."
Rodney froze in mid-step. He very slowly put down his foot and did an about-face. His eyes were wide. Manlove had never heard his son speak to anyone like that, least of all to his own father. Rod was about to retaliate, but Daniel clicked his fingers loudly as their eyes met. Pointing demandingly to a spot between his feet and looking intently at it. It sent the fear of God into his old man, who promptly obeyed Dan's compulsory demand.

Daniel barked as the two stood toe to toe, "... Never do that again!... Don't you dare walk away from me... I was only joking... Dude, I would love for someone like you to choke me and put me to sleep, then rip me another asshole... But you and I know how others look at us... us... at... At father and son, gays like us..." Daniel faltered.

But he quickly regained himself, saying, "... Look, Dad... I am new to this whole domination Alpha thing-a-me-bob... If you want my ass... Then go for it... You know I don't mind... You know that... However, I was really joking... But you were the one who penetrated my ear... Now... Stop glaring at me and stick your tongue down my throat!... THAT'S AN ORDER!..." The man complied. And Daniel pressed Rodney's back to the chainlink fence. Softly grinding his manhood into the bodybuilder beefcake that was his father.

After Daniel released his old man Rodney gasped hotly, "... You are so sexy when you... Fuck... I'd never felt this horny... I only top, but you made me want to submit to you... But you're right, Daniel... I went a little too far... Sorry, Sir..."
"Let me stop you there, Dad... NEVER... and I do mean that... Never call me, Sir... I hate that!..." Rodney startled. So Dan-the-Man added, "... You did not go too far... Actually... If it was up to me, you needed to go a lot further... However, one leather biker master in the family seems enough... Let's go upstairs... Before Booker catches us!..."
"Ha..." bellowed Rodney, "... He would join us in a heartbeat..."
"Right... That's what's worrying me... I don't think my ass could handle the two of you today... Not after the Professor used my ass as a dumpster..." sighed Daniel in pain.

Dan-the-Man picked up his gym bag and the 5-point sling. The two friends walked up the stairs leading into the back of the central hallway. Climbing the 10 flights of stairs to their loft on the top floor.
Daniel had seen the large powerwasher and professional floor scrubber in the superintendent's workshop garage earlier. That had given Daniel some ideas. So he started discussing the things he could do to the old grimy building to improve its look.

Dan went to his bedroom to change, and Rodney joined him a while later. Handing his son the soothing cream he had talked about. It smelled like menthol. Manlove suggested Dan could freshen up before the late lunch. Then have a nap while the cream did its magic.

Dan-the-Man could smell fresh coffee as he walked stark naked out of the shower. Smack bang into a widely grinning bearded and bald-headed black bodybuilder. Daniel tried to cover his manhood with both hands. But the dangling rod was still poking its aroused head out. Dan had been stroking one out while in the shower. The boy had flushed his guts clean and applied the cream. So he smelled really nice, even from this distance. But presenting his semi like this to his father and Booker Jones wasn't what he had hoped or expected to do.

"Now then... Well, well... That's a nice way to greet guests... Yummy... You're such a stud puppy, Dan... I would not mind going a few rounds..." smirked Booker dirty.
"Book... Down Dawg!... He's my son!..." said Rodney Manlove stomping Booker Jones on the shoulder. Adding, "... I call dibs!..."
Daniel ran for his bedroom. The men laughed their asses off at the hurriedly retreating white buns.

When Daniel returned, he found Booker and Rodney discussing some paperwork. Dan walked over to the kitchen island - dressed in sweat shorts and a sleeveless hoodie. Daniel intended to sit next to Booker. But the buff bodybuilder grabbed hold of Daniel's waist. Pulling him gruffly toward him.
"Your old man tells me you got some ideas on improvements for the building?... Tell your Uncle Booker all about it, Dan... And you can sit on my... Ummm... On my... Ha... On my lap... I don't mind!..." grinned Jones like a dirty old master-pervert. Pointing to his cock bulge.
"Ha... I am sure you don't mind that Jones!..." roared Dan in delight, "... But my ass needs a rest... My dick could use some more attention, though!... Why don't you slide onto the floor, and I'll feed you my... Ummm... Idea's..."
The tone was set. The three guys laughed at Dan's butch words. And Jones understood that young master Manlove was just that, a budding master. Making his father as proud as a peacock.

While Daniel ate his lunch, the man discussed the running of the apartment building. Making plans to get the outside cleaned and the windows painted. The boy chimed in, wanting to help clean the multi-colored flagstoned stairwell floors, paint the walls, and power-wash the basketball court. Daniel also suggested to the superintendent and his father - who owned the 27 apartments - to replace the old-fashioned condemned elevator with a modern free-standing one.

As Booker had only eyes for Daniel, he noticed the hurried glances the boy spared him.
"Is everything okay, Sir..." asked Booker catching Dan's eye.
"Hummm... DO NOT CALL ME SIR!... Well... I don't know..." said Daniel, feeling caught.
"Go on... I can tell you want to ask me something, Daniel..."
"Okay... I don't get you!..." said Dan rather gruffly.
"Oh?... What don't you get?..." asked Booker very calmly.
"You... Well... Fuck... Rumor has it that you... Never mind... For get it!..." said Daniel, shamefacedly.

"I won't..."
"Huh?..." asked Dan.
"I won't forget it... What's the Rumor?... I do love a good bit of gossip..." said Booker Jones with a smile.
"Humpff... Rumor has it you're Tyrell's pimp..." half blurted Daniel out. Adding, "... But you're also Rod's lover... And he's younger than you are... I don't get how you make that work... A master to Tyrell... And a bitch to Rodney..."
"Daniel!... Mind your words, kid!..." called Rodney Manlove in shock.
"Ha... You are the one that taught me to ask questions, Dad... Even if I think they are dumb..." called Daniel back to his father.

"Well..." said Booker, a little surprised, "... That's actually an excellent question, Dan!... And the answer is simple... You can be both... Not at the same time... But you can be both master and servant... Personally, I don't like the term bitch... It's just a matter of finding the right mindset... Once your brain is locked in the right gear... You just need to remember to stick with it... It can be hard... It's a bit of a brain workout..."

"And what about Tyrell?..." asked Daniel. Wondering how Jones's nephew fitted into this.
"Ah... My younger brother and his wife could not handle the gangbanger... So they shipped him off to college here to become a mechanical engineer... Since he's rather lazy, I made him earn his keep... It turned out the dude was secretly gay... That's why he acted up all the time at home... Once I trained his sorry ass... Well... All it took was a hardcore domination session once or twice a month to keep him quiet... The boy liked the sex... So much so that he wanted more and more... I gave him just that... First with some of my friends... Later with paying strangers... They used him... But now that he got the hang of it... He even started to dominate the clients as well... He's rather good at it... Tyrell is pretty popular... And... it pays the rent!..." smirked Booker Jones quietly.

Daniel gave his father a quizzical look.
But Booker answered, "... And as for my relationship with your old man... I know he's 12 years younger than me... But you see... Age is nothing but a number... And I am the reverse of Tyrell... Whereas Ty is a butt-boy at heart... I am a Master first... But one that likes to serve a real man like Master Manlove..." sighed Booker hotly. Leaning over to the man to kiss him dearly.
"Daniel... You can use Tyrell if you want... See if you can wrap your brain around the whole domination thing... I think you'll like it..." said Booker reassuringly.

"Huh?... Well, thanks... I guess... But I don't know... I would need to figure out where to start... I much rather have a man to love and hold... One that could cuddle-fuck me to sleep... You know... Rather than a harsh thuggish type like Tyrell... And a brain workout?... Hummm... Don't know about that!... I just don't know... And I can't afford to pay you for the service... Besides... I don't want to get in the way of what you and your nephew have going on..." said Daniel with a sly smile.
"Hahaha... Ty's on the house... Let me call him over... And starting is simple... Just tell him... No better still, order him what you need him to do... How to behave... What to change... But be very strict... Don't give Tyrell time to think... Make him do what you want him to do... Even if it's something nasty while your old man and I watch you do him..." said Booker as he glanced at Rodney.
"Your call, kiddo... Heck, we can do with a laugh..." said Manlove hornily to his son.

Daniel was about to call the whole thing off when he heard Booker talking to Tyrell on the phone.
"Jones!... Get your sorry ass to apartment 51... Pronto!... Lube that hole and get up here!... Now!..."
"Awe, man?..." said Daniel to Booker, "... I am not sure what to do... Not at all..."
"Don't be a pussy, Daniel!..." said Booker, "... Do you want in his black hole?..."
"Hmmm... Yeah... Guess so... but... but..."
"Wrong attitude, Dan-the-Man!..." said Dan's father, "... If you want him to service your huge cock... Then make him do so... Let me get you some... Ummm... backup..." said Rodney as he momentarily went into his bedroom.

Manlove returned wearing his butch leather jacket. Handing one to Booker Jones as well. Book took off his shirt before he put it on. The buff bodybuilder studs proceeded to move the coffee table. Making space in front of the couches. Rod laid a cane, a riding crop, a paddle, and a flogger on the low table. As well as a large squirt bottle of lube and extra-strong condoms. But the thing Daniel was most surprised about was a pair of fingerless gloves with small metal studs. The sight made his rod pitch a tent in his sweat shorts. Dan looked in awe between the tools and the stern men sitting arm-in-arm on the leather couch. Feeling underdressed, he took the gloves to his bedroom. Returning dressed in boots, torn black jeans, the fingerless leather gloves, and the leather jacket his dad had given him a few weeks back.

Dan grinned at the two men as he returned from his bedroom. An odd feeling of power had come over him. He had made up his mind. Dan-the-Man was going to make Tyrell obey him. And if he could pull it off, Dan would seed the fucker. Rodney told his son to sit between Booker and himself. Booker put an arm around the man's back. Using his free hand to massage the boy's poker over the jeans. However, that was hardly needed. Dan-the-Man was already half-hard.

Booker looked at the boy from top to bottom and back, whispering, impressed, "... Looking good, Sir... Damn good..."
"Book... I've told you... Do not call me Sir, please... That's for dangerously masterful guys like you... Just call me Daniel, Or Mister Manlove if you must... But do not call me Sir."
Booker smiled at those words. "I am not that dangerous, Dan... But I would love to eat that thing of yours!..."
Rodney tousled the boy's hair, saying, "... Start by telling Ty your plan to powerwash the basketball court... Order him to help you... He's bound to decline... Or... Order him to stop something he would never do... If he refuses... Take his ass to task... Nothing mean or hurtful... You don't want to make him your enemy..." Rodney instructed.

However, these words stirred something in Daniel's brain. Dan thought momentarily, looking at the two powerful Masters sitting beside him. He wanted to be like them. And Manlove had a score to settle with Tyrell Jones. He had overheard him oust him to his mates. Calling him a cock-sucker in the process. Even though the man admitted to Daniel to be gay too.

"Booker... Can you start by telling Ty that he's to be my servant... At least when you don't need him to earn the rent or slick your dick?..."
"Ha... Will do... But you have to do me the honor of slicking your dick sometimes as well, kiddo... I do like a young muscle jock..."
"Hmmm... You're a bit older than I would normally go for... But a black hole is a black hole, Sir..." grinned Daniel wickedly. He put a hand behind the buff, bearded bald black stud and tilted his head. Dan's tongue penetrated the lips with ease. A little startled, the 48-year-old submissive hunk let it all happen. When they broke apart, all Daniel could think was, "... I prefer a beardless guy... But wow... Book is a great kisser!"

Daniel repositioned himself on the couch. Leaning his back casually to his father's chest with one leg pulled up on the leather sofa. Rodney smiled and stuck his tongue into Dan's ear. Whispering, "... You've got this, kid... Be brutal... But not mean..."
"Ha... that's tricky with those floggers..." laughed Daniel.
The three men heard a hesitant knock on the loft's door, and Rodney called Tyrell Jones inside.

Tyrell had no idea why he was called to the Manlove's apartment. And frankly, he wanted to be anywhere else but in the same room as that white wimp Snowflake Manlove. Ever since the first bodged encounter with Daniel Manlove, he had developed a grudge against the boy. Telling tails about Manlove to his college friends.

Tyrell Jones was 21. Short and stocky. He wore his Nike hightops, a basketball shirt, and shorts. The man wore lots of gold bling. On his red NY baseball cap sat a pair of expensive-looking gold-rimmed sunglasses. When Tyrell saw the three leather-wearing guys, he smiled toothily. Dan saw that one of Ty's molars had been replaced by a gold tooth. The man had a scruffy uneven beard. And Daniel thought his uncamped dreadlock afro did not make him look any more attractive. Jones's skin color was lighter than his uncle's. Making the aggressive tattoos on his arms, chest, and neck stand out even more. From the close-up view Dan had gotten a few weeks earlier, even the gangbangers cock was tattooed.

It was the size of Tyrell's muscles that impressed Daniel. And then there was the length of his ebony poker. 11 inches when fully hard. Nothing too thick or veiny. Just a nice toy to play with. Dan had the pleasure of handling it on the first day he moved in. Learning that Tyrell Jones was as queer as Daniel was, but still acting very straight. His possy did not know their leader was gay. Overall, Tyrell Jones was a little too intimidating, thought Daniel. Too thuggish to be boyfriend material. And yet Dan-the-Man would have loved to take their first encounter all the way. As it turned out, so did Jones. But Daniel had denied him that pleasure. Fueling the grudge that Ty held against Dan-the-Man.

"Front and Center!..." bellowed Booker to his nephew. Pointing to the location where the coffee table usually stood in front of the couches.
"Assume the rest position... We need a word with you, slut!..." said Master Booker commandingly.
Tyrell gulped and planted his feet slightly apart. His hands locked behind his back. Looking straight ahead to the wall behind the 3 leather-jacketed men.
"I need you to step up your game, Jones!... And from now on out, you will serve Daniel as well... He needs you to help him... And I want you to do so without the usual bullshit... I am sick and tired of you neglecting your duties, bro!... I've asked Daniel to give me a hand in controlling your sorry ass... In return, he may also use your holes if I have no need for them!... Do you understand, bro?..."

"Man... NO!... Please, Uncle... Ummm... Master Booker... Don't..." cried Tyrell in shock. Glaring angrily at Daniel Manlove.
"This is NOT up for discussion... The decision has been made!..." barked Master Booker.
"But I don't want..." faltered Tyrell.
Daniel pushed himself up by pressing his gloved hands on the legs of the bodybuilders sitting on either side. In his butch leather motorcycle jacket, Dan - despite his age - was an impressive sight. He got up and took a few steps toward Tyrell. Walking around the back of the short tattooed ebony hunk. Circling around the guy like a panther observing his prey. 3 more times, Daniel walked menacingly around Tyrell. The 21-year-old gangbanger tried to keep his eyes on Manlove. Dan said nothing. But he slapped Ty around the ears a few times. Indicating to the man that he needed to look straight ahead.

The last time Tyrell failed to obey this, Daniel ended up standing toe to toe with him. Shouting, "... EYES FRONT!... BITCH... Do not make me hit you!..." commanded Daniel. Tyrell finally understood where this was going. Booker Jones had handed Manlove complete control. And Daniel was going to make good use of it. Tyrell's eyes flitted over Dan's shoulder to Master Booker. And Booker called, "... Hit him D... That jerkoff does not listen all that well... Cave in that breadbasket and kick him in the nuts if he doesn't do as he's told..."

Ty tried to look straight ahead and tighten his stomach muscles in anticipation. The gut punch that followed wasn't all that hard. But Tyrell bent double nonetheless. Feeling winded and outraged. Daniel Manlove knew how to fight. Years of high school kids making fun of his last name had taught him that much.
"Ha... that's right... Those who do not listen... will feel my knuckles... While you're down there, Tyrell... Don't get up... I like you on your knees with your mouth in my crotch!... And your eyes on the floor!..." commanded Daniel gruffly. Tyrell Jones complied instantly.

"Okay... That's better... Now then... A few ground rules!..." said Daniel sternly, "... If you are to work for me and serve me... Then I need you to change a few things..."
Daniel had to give Tyrell a slap across the face. The man had looked up in surprise.
Dan barked, "... Eyes to the floor... Lips to the crotch... Is that so hard, Tyrell?..."
"No, Sir..." whimpered Jones.

"First things first... Take off that stupid baseball cap..." said Daniel harshly. Tyrell, through the cap toward the coffee table. Seeing the BDSM equipment, lube, and box of condoms on it for the first time. He gulped loudly.
"Hmmm... I guess you will be combing the rasta pasta from here on out..." laughed Daniel derisively at the scruffy uncombed tangle of hair.

"Secondly... Mister Tyrell... My name is Daniel... And my friends call me Dan... I'll rip your nuts off if you call me Sir again!... UNDERSTOOD... Bitch?..." growled Daniel. The glance that Dan gave Master's Booker and Manlove told him he was doing fine. Both men were stroking their bulges, feeling hot and bothered already. And Daniel was just getting into his stride.

Tyrell answered, "Sir... Yes, Sir... I understand, Sir..."
That earned Tyrell three slaps about the face.
"What did you do that for?..." called Tyrell in anger.
"Ummm... Let's see... I said you need to call me Daniel or Dan... I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU CALL ME SIR!..."
"Okay, Sir... Sorry, Sir... Ummm, Dan..." stammered Ty.
"FUCK YOU, TY!... Is it all the weed you smoke, or are you just that slow?..." bellowed Daniel Manlove. "It's easy enough to remember... If you serve me, then you need to replace Sir with Dan... But in the same respectful tone of voice!..."

Tyrell asked for permission to look up. Daniel gave him that right, but he did so reluctantly. What Manlove saw in Tyrell's squinting eyes was new to him. It was defiance in optima forma. The fucker was deliberately disregarding Dan's command. He wanted to know how the boy would react. Well, Daniel had his answer ready. He grabbed hold of the thick 3-inch dreadlock curls. Pushing the kneeled Tyrell Jones around to face the central balcony window of the loft. On the balcony stood an 8-foot flagpole with an 8-inch red finial shaped like a fat pointy butt plug.

"Want me to stick that flagpole up your sorry ass and hang you out to dry... BITCH?... Stop being so fucking defiant... I will hurt you if I have to... I don't want to... I much rather stick my own flagpole in there... It's up to you... BITCH!..."
Daniel kicked Tyrell to the floor. He walked over to the coffee table and decided what flogger he would use on Tyrell Jones. Dan wasn't going to hurt his hand, spanking the ebony fucker manually.
"Any suggestions, Sirs?..." Dan asked Booker and Rodney. Looking over at the two men. Finding them in an advanced state of arousal.
"I would go for the paddle, Dan..." his father grinningly said.
"Nah... use the cane!... Make him strip... Bent him over a kitchen barstool and whip him raw..." called Booker with his hands down his pants. Tyrell nearly cricked his neck as he faced his Master. The thug had clearly not expected his uncle to say that. It sent shivers down his spine.

"Mister Jones... Who is playing with whom here?... I don't appreciate you disregarding my demands... You filthy little cock whore... Oh yeah... I know you earn your bling by renting out your ass... But Master Booker gave you to me for free... Slut... And I don't even like the way you look... Smell... Or taste!...." growled Daniel. He had picked the riding crop to whip Tyrell with. Slapping it maniacally in the palm of his gloved hand.

Tyrell flinched at the first sound of the leather tip striking the leather glove. He looked pleadingly at Master Booker again.
"Dan-the-Man..." said Booker calmly, "... I don't care what you do to the b... To the Bitch... but you should know he hates being caned... The fucker can hardly stand the Cat-O-Nine tales..."
"Good, then THE WHORE is in for a new experience today..."
"Daniel!..." grunted Rodney Manlove warningly to his son, "... I said Brutal... Not mean!..."
"Fuck that!... I need to beat the No Sir rule into the Bitch... I WANT BLOOD..."

Tyrell's eyes widened in genuine fear at the last 3 words. And the fact that Daniel made the crop hit his glove twice as hard as before did not soothe Jones, either.
Dan walked over to the kitchen island and grabbed a barstool. Placing it in front of Tyrell's uncle and his father. Then he grabbed a fist full of hair and ordered Tyrell to get up off the floor. However, Daniel did not wait for him to do so. He yanked on Ty's dreadlock afro and placed him between the tall stool and the coffee table.

"Strip!... Shoes and underwear too!... Why do you always dress like you're Michael Jordan?... If we are to do this... And make sure you understand me... WE ARE GOING TO DO THIS... YOU ARE MY BITCH BOY... YOU WILL PAY MY RENT!... Then you will change your appearance and stop smoking so much... 2 spliffs a week... Not 2 an hour... Your mouth tasted like an ashtray last time... You disgusting little fucktoy!..." said Daniel as he watched Ty undress. Jones threw the basketball outfit, his jockstrap, socks, and shoes pell-mell around him. This angered Daniel even more.

Daniel screamed, "Go pick up your clothes... Slut!... Fold them into one neat pile and lay them next to the table... Dirty slob!... We got a lot of work to do... Scumbag... *Wheck*... Count them off... Don't look at me... Concentrate on your job... Pick those clothes up off the floor... *Wheck, Wheck*... I don't hear you counting... A 3rd-year Mechanical engineer should know how to count... *Wheck*..."

Tyrell's ass was already starting to glow red. He said, "One, Sir..." This time Daniel saw that the boy wasn't defying him. Tyrell had clearly forgotten the No-Sir-rule.
"Cock whore!... I counted 4 already... Dad... Get me that flagpole... It's going up his..."
But Dan did not get to finish his sentence. Tyrell had collapsed onto the floor. He lay shaking with his hands clasped tightly over his asshole. Actual tears streamed silently over his cheeks. When Daniel gave Booker a quizzical look, the black Master just stuck his thumb up and grinned nastily. Dan-the-Man had broken Tyrell's resistance. Daniel figured he had not overstepped his bounds. Rodney Manlove, on the other hand, sat motionless on the couch. His eyebrows raised, and his mouth opened in astonishment.

Feeling that he needed to tone the master-slave roleplay session down a little, Daniel asked the thug, "... Tyrell?... What's my name?... Buddy..."
"D... Dan... Daniel..." stammered Tyrell Jones. Still rocking his body on the floor in the fetal position.
"What are you to me?..." asked Daniel softly.
"I don't know... S... Ummm... Dan," said Tyrell
"You are my fucktoy, my servant, and perhaps my friend... Can you get up?... You are embarrassing yourself... A big ebony horse-hung gangbanger like you... Afraid of an 18-year-old Freshman... Disgusting!..."

Dan prowled around Tyrell for the longest time. Tyrell had dropped his gaze submissively to the barstool. The boy let his gloved hand wander over Ty's body. He laughed a couple of times softly. Dan's gloved fingers stroking Tyrell Jones's side made him cringe. Jerking his body to the side a bit. The man was ticklish.
Daniel pressed his body to Tyrell's back and gave the Masters on the couch a nasty grin. Then he asked Tyrell calmly, "... A while ago... I asked you what you are to me... Remember?..."
"I am your servant and fucktoy... Sir..." said Tyrell in relief.

Dan's blood instantly hit the boiling point. Both his hands sprang to the throat of Tyrell Jones. Dan-the-Man would choke the bastard from behind as if he were an opposing water polo team member. Those men knew how to play dirty.
"I... can't... Breathe..." gasped Tyrell in shock. Trying with all his might to pry Daniel's fingers away from his neck. Tyrell stuttered, grunted, and gasped. However, the bulldog-like grip did not budge. Jones tried tapping out. But that only made Daniel laugh.

"You don't need to breathe... Cock whore!... You called me Sir again... You need to listen!..." growled Daniel harshly. But he relinquished his grip a little. Tyrell gasped for air.
"One... Never call me Sir again!..."
"Two... Stop smoking so much..."
"Three... Save money by only smoking 2 spliffs a week..."
"Four... Dress like a grown man in his 3rd year of college... You won't get a job dressed like a gangbanger..."
"Five... Get a haircut... Bleached dreadlock curls with a subtle fade around the side and back would do the trick for me..."
"Six... Shave... Either entirely or leave a little bit under the chin..."
"And lastly... Seven... I like my men in leather... Nothing over the top... But a nice vintage jacket like Master Manlove or a pair of butch leather jeans and polished black boots will look better on you than your basketball outfits..."

"Are you going to do that for me, Tyrell?..." asked Daniel.
"No sir... I can't do that... I can't afford... Sorry!... Sorry... I meant Daniel... *Cough*... I can't... Breathe... *Cough*... Daniel... Please... *Cough*... Dan... I can't... *Ghasp*..."
But Daniel had squished the windpipe closed. Watching his servant's eyes roll into the back of his head. He dropped Tyrell's limp body onto the tall barstool. Whipping his 9-inch cock out, he grabbed an extra-strong condom and the bottle of lube from the coffee table. Slamming the rubbered cock - balls deep - into Tyrell's black hole. Forgetting that Masters Booker and Manlove were witnesses to the proceeding. He learned this trick from a high school water polo trainer. Watching the fucker brutally nail one of Dan's teammates a few years back.

When Tyrell came round again, Daniel was still gaping his ass. Pounding him like a madman on a mission. Dan pulled out, then slammed it back in. Making Tyrell realize what was happening to his ass. Daniel repeated this over and over again. Ty's black hole loosened up, and his 11 inches grew stiffer than it had ever been. Wet sloppy sounds started to emanate from Jones's ass as he got fucked as no one had ever dared to do. As Manlove began to gasp and shudder, his hands clamped around Ty's neck a third time. Tyrell did not resist. He let his stomach rest on the stool and willingly passed out.

In no time flat, Daniel Manlove filled the condom with shuddering movements. Making sounds as if he was in excruciating pain. Manlove, however, liked the feeling of utter control. It took him a good 3 minutes to let the orgasm subside. 3 minutes where Jones lay motionless on the stool. Daniel woke the fucktoy up by compressing his lungs a few times. He pulled out and threw the filled condom on Jones's back. Impressed by the amount of sperm that Ty's ass had massaged out of Dan's plumb white nuts. He shoved his dick back into his jeans and carefully pulled up his zipper.

Dan-the-Man walked back to the couch and fell satisfied between his father and Booker Jones. Both men had also come. They clearly had enjoyed the floor show. They sighed hornily in chorus, "... Fuck Daniel!... That was so hot!..."
"Shit, Booker... I understand now what you meant by a brain workout..." grinned Daniel, exhausted. "Do you think Tyrell got the point, Master Booker?..."
"Ha... You can ask him yourself... Look, the fucktoy is coming round..." said Booker nastily.

When Tyrell Jones looked to his side, he saw the 3 men sitting on the couch. Ty spluttered and coughed, winded and confused. He had never had sex like this. Not even with his Master or the most brutal of his male clients. Yet the slimy condom on his back was proof that it happened. The contents of the rubber sheath seeped down Ty's spine into the butt crack. And still, Jones could only cough and gasp. He looked like a fish out of water, with an asshole that gapped so wide the thug could not close it.

After a few minutes, Daniel Manlove grabbed Tyrell's attention. Saying, "... Ty... Buddy... Lift yourself up a bit... Get some air in those lungs again... Then come here and sit on my lap..." It was not an order. Dan-the-Man was relatively calm. But the fun with Tyrell wasn't over yet. He needed the thug to obey. And Daniel wanted to see if he would.

Tyrell pushed himself up a bit. The overfilled prophylactic slid squelchingly down his back onto the hardwood floor. After a few deep breaths, Tyrell staggered toward the couch. Daniel closed his legs and guided the aching ass to his lap. Despite everything Ty endured in the last few minutes, his 11-inch manhood still stood proudly upright. Feeling a bit wary, Jones sat straight up. But Daniel reached around. One hand fondled the ebony rod and balls. The other he softly hooked under Tyrell's throat. Massaging his neck. The boy pulled Ty back to his chest and stroked the smooth cock. Feeling the precum drip from the head onto his fingers and the leather glove with metal spikes.

It took a while before Daniel spoke, "... Was that good for you, bro?... I enjoyed it very much!... You got a nice fuckable ass, Jones..."
"Hummm?... Yes, Dan... I liked it... But fuck, no one has ever done that to me before!... Intense, man... Very intense..." said Tyrell, still gasping for breath.
"Good... Will you do what I have asked you?... Shave, get a haircut, stop smoking so much, and get some tough new leathers?... If you do, then we can have some more fun... I am not looking for a boyfriend... You're not really my type... But that ass is to die for..."

"I would... But I don't have the cash..." sighed Jones, sad.
"Okay... well, think of all the money you save if you don't buy weed by the kilogram..." laughed Manlove softly. "And your health should improve... So you last longer with your clients... Get more money... Do more of them per night..."
"Hmmm... You still want me to fuck other guys?..."
"Absolutely!... We would not want those closet cases to miss out on 11 inches of thoroughbred stallion like you..." grunted Manlove as he started to jerk Tyrell off with both hands.

"But I thought you said I was too thuggish... Won't leathers make me even scarier..."
"Nope... With a haircut... a clean shave... and a new jacket, you would look desirable and tough... Without the need to threaten others, or act like a thug... It's about the look... not the attitude..." said, Daniel.
"Ah... Well, I guess I can save up for that... But... Ummm... Daniel... Fuck that's weird... I almost called you Sir again... Dan... What is it you want me to do?... Master Booker said I needed to work for you..."

"Right... straight to business then... Tyrell, what classes do you take?...""I... Work on my Bachelor of Science in Mechanical Technology... You see, I want to open an automotive body shop... And I have already finished my certificate in automotive technology and welding... But why do you want to know, Dan?..." said the 3rd year college hunk.

"Hmmm... Good... Good... You may also want to do something like a business course... And how are you at painting?..." asked Manlove.
"Ha... If you keep stroking me this hard, I will paint the ceiling for you!..." moaned Tyrell as he laid his head on Daniel's shoulder.
"Answer me... Bitch... I will tell you when you can pop that load..." commanded Dan-the-Man.
"I am good with a spray gun, Daniel... I do some graffiti art as well... But please, can I come?..." begged Tyrell.
"NO..." commanded Daniel Manlove sternly.

"Great!... I want to powerwash the basketball court out front... And repaint the lines and the hoops... And from what I heard, the engine of the powerwasher needs a clean up and to be tuned... I need your help with both... And if you're done with that... Then I want your help tuning my car and bikes..."
"You... You... You have a bike?..." stammered Tyrell, impressed.
"Bikes... plural... and a classic muscle car, a Dodge Charger... Well, as soon as they are transferred into my name for my birthday, Friday after next..." said Daniel with a smile. He looked at Rodney Manlove, who grinned back at him.

"Will you serve my dick?... And help me out here, Ty?..."
"WOW... I'd love that, sir... Ummm... Sorry... I want that very much, Dan..." muttered Tyrell hotly as he faced Daniel.
"Good boy!..." said Daniel, "... You may kiss me... I own you... Well, ah-hummm... I own you part-time..."
"Great... I'll serve your every need, Daniel..." sighed Tyrell lovingly.

As the two twinks kissed, Manlove Senior got up. He took Booker Jones by the hand and dragged him - none too softly - to his bedroom. Grabbing the floggers off the coffee table and telling his son, "... That's settled then!... You two have fun... Dan... Hold my calls... We are busy for the next couple of hours..." Rodney smacked Booker on the ass and pushed him into the bedroom.

Tyrell smiled as he looked deep into Daniel's eyes, asking, "... Ummm, Dan?... Where do we start?..."
"Ha... We'll begin in my bedroom... We have a couple more weeks until classes start... I had a very rough day... I got roughly ass fucked by one of my professors in the gym this morning... He was not as long as you are but twice as wide... My ass could do with a very slow, soft, wet, horny, and long-lasting cuddle... My brain hurts from everything I just experienced... So I could do with a cuddle fuck and a nap..." sighed Daniel, "... Do you think you can manage that, Jones?..."
"Yeah, bro... but... Ummm, Dan?... can we do that without a condom, please?..."
"When was the last time you got tested, bro?..." asked Daniel, wary.
"Last week... and everything was okay... I only fuck clients with a raincoat... And all very sanitary..." sighed the man-whore Tyrell Jones.

Daniel pushed Tyrell up off the couch. Hooking an arm around the naked thug Jones, he guided him to his bedroom. They heard Booker scream bloody murder as Rodney grunted loudly. The bodybuilders were taking their master-slave roleplay to the next extreme.
Dan removed his dad's old motorcycle jacket and handed it to Tyrell as he got undressed. Tyrell stood a little sheepishly in front of Dan's double bed. Waiting for a command from Manlove.

Daniel smiled softly and told Jones, "... I want you to put that leather jacket on, Papi... Can I call you Papi?..."
When he saw Ty's confusion, Dan said, "Look... I am not really into the sex we just had... I am no master... Well, not yet, anyway... But I do like my men looking tough, acting butch, and talking dirty... Can we just have a little bit of a cuddle?... With you dressed in that jacket... Holding me tightly from behind... If you go slow and easy... Very easy... I may let you unload inside me... Would you like that, Papi?..."

Tyrell grinned slyly. He looked past Daniel at the reflection in the large mirror. Leather was new to Tyrell. He usually dressed more in sports gear. Jones let his hands wander over the jacket, sighing hotly, "... Fuck that is a nice look!... I can see why you like it... You can call me anything you like... And buddy... I do hope we can become friends... Even if you're not looking for a boyfriend... Butt brothers would do me nicely..."

"Cool... I know 3rd years normally don't hang out with Freshmen... And metal workers, even less with computer and robotic nerds like me... But I do hope you can treat me respectfully if we meet at school... I mean... I heard you call me a cock-sucker in front of your mates... That was totally uncalled for, dude... I did not tell them you were gay, bro..." said Daniel Manlove, a little hurt.
"Awe, man... Sorry about that!... And Sorry you thought I made a grab for your wallet... I was going for your sweet ass... Can you forgive me?..."

"Get on the bed, Papi... And hold me in those big athletic arms of yours... Slide that flag pole softly through my butt crack... And I will consider it... Nothing too rough or rowdy... Just a nice cuddle, Papi..."
Tyrell Jones had already jumped on the bed and patted the spot where he wanted Dan-the-Man to lay beside him. Dan crawled slowly over to him and twisted his white buns to the man. Resting his head on one of Jones's thick arms. Smelling the leather cowhide pressing against his naked skin. Ty's leg found a spot between Manlove's legs as they spooned each other.

The 11-inch flagpole found the boy's crack. Tyrell gasped as Daniel guided the rod to the pink starfish. With a soft cry of pain, "O... Fuck... Awe... Shit... That's so big..." he slid over the short ebony stallion. All the way down to the balls.
"Hummm... Arghh... Oh... Fuck... So tight... Nice hole, man... Can I?... Ummm, Oh Fuck... I am cumming!..." breathed Tyrell in Dan's ear.
"Go for it, stud... stuff it all the way in there and paint those guts..." grunted Daniel hornily.
Daniel arched his back while Tyrell launched forward. A few swift and violent movements were all it took for Jones to release all his frustration.
With his guts filled with hot cream and hard cock, Daniel Manlove fell asleep in the arms of his best mate Tyrell Jones.

< The End >

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by StrykerJ

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