Control

Mike glanced up from his computer and was shocked to see it was dark outside, only the lights of the city reflecting off the wet window. Checking his watch seeing it was after seven he wondered how the day could have gotten by him so fast. It was always like this near a deadline, a habit he needed to break, for there was plenty of time to prepare the files, set up the presentation and get the samples. But it always came down to a rush at the end. Every time. Shutting down his laptop and closing the file folders for the project he leaned back stretching his arms over his head. Standing up he slipped his cell phone into his pocket and moved around the desk to where his coat lay over one of the chairs for guest. He turned to the window as he slipped the coat on, looking out at the university campus that lay just two blocks away.

It was darker than the two blocks of the city that lay between them, more tree coverage to absorb the light, buildings with few lights on, most classes in the fall semester held during the day. Looking down the traffic flowed heavily along the street, slow, bumper to bumper and the sidewalks were crowded with pedestrians, most of which were students. This part of the city catered to them with restaurants, bars, nightclubs, and as soon as night descended the students seemed to come out in droves.

Five floors up obscured the physical features of the pedestrians, but Mike could make out the males from the females. Their builds or the way they walked, or maybe it was some sixth sense he had, an ability to sniff them out. He smirked wickedly at the thought, amused at the way he considered them. Prey for his amusement.

He’d been working with DVJ Enterprises for ten years, moved up to Director of Marketing making six figures, and over those years he could not remember how many there had been. Some he had only two or three weeks before tiring of them, others for a few months. Only one last nearly a year. Ricky had been special, so enticing he had considered whether, or not he should have kept him, but the allure of something new was too great, to tempting with each year’s fresh crop arriving on campus.

Ricky had been short, so slight in build, with the most boyish face. He looked much younger than eighteen, and on the surface acted so innocent, naïve even, but it had been an illusion for there had been a dark side too, one so daring that it had caught him off guard at first. There seemed no limits that he could cross, nothing too severe. Mike felt aroused even now, three years since he had last scene Ricky. But he had filled the gap, brought others into his domain, used them, sought the limits of pleasure…and pain, mixed together in some unholy alliance that always, always begged for more.

Mike had just turned the last one loose, a boy by the name of Frankie, some farm boy from Oklahoma looking to experience something new, to try the forbidden. And Mike gave him what he requested. But Mike grew bored with Frankie, how quickly he went from showing fear, that anxiousness of not knowing what was next, the agonizing waiting for the next torment, to being comfortable with Mike’s exploits till he was begging for more, asking for another when Mike was no longer interested, no longer cared what Frankie wanted, so he cut him loose.

For Mike it was always the chase, the luring them in that excited him the most without realizing that for the boys, that was only the beginning. They wanted him to control them, to test their limits, see how far they could go even when they said no, claimed they wanted him to stop, never once uttering the safe word.

At his house, a small bungalow that cost him a fortune, mostly due to its highly desired location, he tossed the mail down on the island in the kitchen and poured himself a scotch. He needed to eat something, but the refrigerated showed his lack of attention to his domestic needs the last two weeks so he closed the door mulling over which of his favorite restaurants would be on the menu tonight.

It was Friday night and he did not need to go into the office the next day, so he planned to go out to eat at this small Mexican place over in Laurel Hill, then he would go to Damon’s, the small neighborhood gay bar and if he felt up to it, later tonight he might go over to The Keep. The gay fetish bar nearest the campus and one frequented by the curious, the boys looking for someone to take control, lead them down a path most were afraid to admit. It was his hunting ground.

Mike pulled into the parking lot across the street from The Keep, slipped his sports car into a space and checked himself in the mirror. It was after midnight and four guys were slipping through the metal door into the dark interior. He felt anxious for some reason, his usual cocky assertiveness slow to manifest itself tonight. Maybe it had something to do with Damon’s.

Damon’s had been busy, with the usual cliques scattered around the bar. He had taken a stool at the far end of the bar and scanned the crowd, checking out one guy after the next, but for some reason no one captured his attention. The routine seemed contrived, this search for someone new. There was a redhead standing in the corner with two other guys that made him think of Ricky. It was his body frame for he was taller, nor was it the way he looked, but it was something about the way he carried himself, the way he seemed different than the others, not so much a part of the crowd but like an observer.

For a long time, the redhead had been the one Mike went back to over and over. The one that almost awakened the hunter within, but he kept hesitating, watching each new arrival for the one that would undoubtably be the guy to approach. But after three drinks and realizing he had let the redhead slip away without noticing, cursing himself for the lost opportunity, Mike paid his tab and left.

He had drove around for about thirty minutes, debating on whether, or not to call it a night or to go on to The Keep. ‘What do you want?’ he kept asking himself as he drove around town watching the busy sidewalks, the lines outside popular bars and nightclubs then closer to The Keep, the emptiness of the streets, the dull grayness of the area with most buildings locked up for the night.

He slipped off his shirt and put on his leather vest, feeling the soft leather against his bare skin. With his worn Levi’s and black boots already on, he was ready to go in. He sat a little longer, watching a few guys enter the bar, some dressed as he was, some in full leather and one young guy, who had walked back and forth on the sidewalk a few times before entering, was shirtless wearing a collar. Mike laughed derisively, knowing what the boy wanted and how it must be his first time with the fear of admitting those desires. He had come to the right place for it wouldn’t take long for someone to corral him, take control and lead him away to fulfill those desires.

Mike crossed the street and made his way inside. It was a rough place, the walls covered in graffiti, the bare concrete slab stained from its past use as an automobile repair shop, and for the last twenty years a club, but for Mike it was comforting, a place familiar, away from the sterile environments of office and home. The place felt alive, not in some natural organic sense, but in an urban, manmade sense. Flawed, with rough edges, some that could hurt. A place where men gathered, not to work, to hammer out some thing, but gathered to hunt, to stand around the dance floor watching the ritual play out. The tribal nature of it all luring one after another into its darkness.

Looking along the bar and across the room he saw many recognizable faces. A few he had been with at one time or another. The guy with the crew cut at the end of the bar, the blonde standing by the dance floor with two others, the guy leaning against the wall near the corridor to the toilets with black hair and an upper torso covered in tattoos and several others, some of which he couldn’t remember details, their encounter so long ago it was overshadowed by more recent memories, but their faces were familiar.

“Hey Mike, how are you?”

Turning on the barstool Mike saw it was Brian, a bar friend, someone he never saw outside of the bar but was on friendly terms whenever the met.

“Good, and you?”

“Not bad.”

“You here with Stan?”

“Oh…no. We broke up a couple of weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was a mutual thing; better for both of us.  What about you? Any new playthings to do a tell all?”

Mike chuckled at the obvious insinuation, the way he never stayed with anyone long.

“Not at the moment” Mike replied, smiling mischievously.

“Well, I think the hunting grounds are full of prey tonight” said Brian as he scanned the room. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later” he added as he moved away from the bar heading toward a tall lean guy who had just entered the bar.

“Later…” said Mike knowing Brian had not heard, too far away already on his quest to hook up.

Mike nodded his head at the bartender and promptly had another beer set down in front of him, a thin layer of foam cascading down the sweating bottle. He grabbed the bottle, slid off the stool and made his way around the room and through the opening to the pool room. The room was long and narrow, the three tables having to sit at an angle to give enough room for the players moving around them. There were a few bar stools along the wall but most just stood along the wall, moving back and forth as needed to give a player room to shoot.

Easing around the room, nodding at familiar faces, speaking to a few, Mike circled once, made his way around and to the opposite side where the doors to the small patio lay. The patio was just the alley between the buildings, narrow, with bricked up windows along the first floor and lit up by strands of Christmas lights over one end. The other end was left in near darkness, only the vaguest of outlines of the guys in that area could be seen.

Mike knew the city would shut the bar down if it allowed sex on the premises, anything too overtly, but the owners, and if truth be known, the city too, knew things did happen, in the toilets and, more often than not, out on the patio within its dark fringes. Mike found he liked just seeing it happen, knowing such things occurred more so than having any real desire to partake. He had let a few guys suck him off and on one occasion had some young college boy held firmly to his chest, jeans and boxers pushed down, whereupon he stroked him off in front of everyone.

He saw the groping, the bodies pushed up against the rough brick or block walls, as he circled around the patio. He wasn’t interested in watching tonight, instead went back inside at the doors leading to the dance floor area. The music was loud, reverberating off the hard walls and floor and under the strobing lights he saw the bodies moving to the rhythm, the primitive beat of the mix. Moving in the dark shadows along the wall he made his way around the room, at times feeling hands touch him, on the thigh or arm as he passed.  One hand brushed his crotch as he passed by, but Mike kept walking, seeking something he hadn’t named yet.

Back at the bar Mike got another beer then made his way to the far wall where he leaned against it scanning the room for new faces. There were the familiar patrons he had seen often, far too often in his opinion. His growing impatience made him drink faster till he was back at the bar, one, two, three, then four times. He bought shots with each of the last three beers, pushing for the effects to hit his system harder. He made his way through the bar once again, moving from the pool room, back to the patio till he had circled back where he had started, back to the bar ordering around round.

Mike slid the shot glass across the bar where it dropped into the drink rail with a clink, glass on stainless steel. Grabbing up the bottle of beer he made his way across the room, staggering slightly as the alcohol hit his system. He took a stool, leaning back against the wall, feet propped up on the footrest. In this position his knees fell open and Mike liked the insinuation, the way his legs spread open to the room. ‘Come and get it’ he thought as he watched the room. ‘Come and get what?’ he asked himself, his cock or…

He hadn’t seen them come in, too busy watching some young boy being led out toward the patio, but he couldn’t turn his eyes away when he did notice them at the bar. They were tall, muscular, the bare torsos straining at the harnesses each one wore. One had a crew cut, the other a close cut that revealed the exact shape of his skull. And they were twins. Identical twins. Black hair, shadow of a beard along their jaws and chin, and bodies that glistened in the dim light of the bar. Mike stared at them openly, studied every muscular curve, the way their pants fit snuggly along each thigh and around the hips and he studied their faces. They were about his age, maybe older, but he couldn’t be sure with the dark room and his inability to focus. He wanted to see them up close, so he slipped off the stool and went to the bar once again.

It was all vague, the events that occurred from that moment on. He knew he went back to the bar at least once more, and he vaguely remembered watching the twins, the way others in the bar seemed to be in awe of them, almost reverent in the way they approached. Or maybe that was him projecting, seeing what he wanted to see. But at some point, he remembered approaching them, standing before one of them making some committal, some pledge to them. He remembered going to his knees.

‘How did I end up here?’ Mike asked himself, wondering what series of events could have possibly led to his current situation. His mouth felt like he had been eating cotton and he still felt dizzy, a bit drunk, realizing he had no idea how much time had passed.

But he knew his current predicament.

Naked, lying on his side on a cold hard floor, ball gag in his mouth, blindfolded, hands secured together and to the floor. He had tried to raise them, to pull them closer only to feel how hard he was secured in place. No give in his bonds, none whatsoever. He tried to move his legs and found he had to move them together, awkwardly, unable to find a natural position that was comfortable. He wanted to bring his feet together, pull his knees up in a fetal position but there was something prohibiting him. Shifting one foot as much as possible he realized there were cuffs on each ankle and secured between them a rod of some sort that held his feet apart. Rolling over on his back, arms stretched over his head and feet spread apart he felt the heat of the room on his bare skin. Sweat trickled down his sides and from his hair.

Listening intently, he thought he sensed the presence of someone else in the room, the shallow breathing of another. He turned his head trying to hear anything he could in the silence that smothered the room.

Finally, he lay still, let his mind focus brining up images of the night before. It played back in snippets, fragments of his wanderings in the bar, the too frequent trips to the bar, his cruising through the rooms and patio. It came back slowly, piece by piece until he remembered the twins.

And he remembered going to his knees asking them to take him home.

A door opened, footsteps approached, came up near, stopping close enough he could sense their presence. A push with a boot against his thigh, then it came down on his chest pressing down till he struggled to breathe. The boot moved from his chest and nudged his cock, pushed it around as if a piece of trash one would find on a sidewalk, something to brush aside.

“Get him ready” a voice, vaguely familiar, uttered then the sound of footsteps leading away and a door opening and closing.

But someone remained, standing next to him and he sensed them getting closer till he could hear their breathing. He sensed them squatted down next to him. He felt a touch, lightly against his forehead then fingers raking through his hair. They were surprisingly gentle, and he relaxed. It was too soon, and the fingers closed taking him by the hair turning his head roughly to one side. Spit hit him in the face where it trickled across his cheek.

“They said there was someone new to break in, someone who was willing, but imagine my surprise it was you, Michael “I’m a top” Coleman” said the person forcing his head toward them. Mike recognized the voice, knew it immediately. It was Frankie.

Frankie tugged his head back at a painful angle causing Mike to moan around the ball gag.

“I came to you thinking you were the one, but you turned me out, grew bored with me so quickly. Although I was lucky. I found the twins…or should I say they found me. It was…you don’t know…but you will.”

Mike felt Frankie messing with his ankle cuffs, then he felt his legs being pulled upward, slowly, till his ass was pulled up, no longer resting on the floor.

“There…all set. Don’t go anywhere” Frankie said, laughing, as he left the room.

How long Mike lay there, arms pulled over his head and secured to the floor, legs spread apart and pulled upward till he felt exposed in a way he had never felt before. It seemed an eternity. Sweat trickled down his sides, down into his face, the heat of the room ridiculous. Never had he felt this powerless.

He recalled his first time, an older boy, two years his senior, a boy he knew from school he saw often in their small town. He tried to hide his attraction to this boy, tried not to get caught staring. But he did, often, at the drive-thru, at the small movie theater in town or at school, passing the corridor between classes. He knew what he wanted was different and he feared he was the only one. This longing for the touch of another boy, the desire to do things he didn’t fully comprehend, but this boy knew, recognized it, and one Saturday night the boy lured him out the back of a small diner, into the dark alley. John was his name, and John had pushed him against the wall, kissed him, tugged open his jeans, moved down into a squat and sucked his cock till he didn’t think he could take it anymore. Then John had surprised him, stood up suddenly, spun him around and before he knew what was happening, John was fucking him, roughly, urgently, thrusting into his depths with a furious pace. John fucked him till he came, filling his hole. Then it was over, and he was left standing there with his jeans and boxers around his ankles and the cool sensation of cum trickling down his thigh. His own cock ached for release, dripped with its need, for John had gotten what he wanted and left him there humiliated.

Mike remembered how it had hurt, the rough penetration, the way John hammered at his hole and he never allowed anyone else to fuck him. From that day on, he was the one who fucked, the one who took what he wanted. But late at night, when he masturbated, his fantasies driving his arousal, it was getting fucked, of taking a cock deep within his body that drove him, that fueled his desire till he came.

What Frankie had said came back to him repeatedly, how it was the twins, not he, that fulfilled his desires. He wondered about all the times he had grown bored with one boy or another, just stopped seeing them, no longer interested. How it didn’t really excite him like he thought it should. Did he want to be the one who submitted?

He felt sweat trickle down by his cock and sac, and down along his ass. Fully exposed, open to whatever was going to happen, and it made his cock stir, roll over on his abdomen, thicken slowly, till it arced up hard.

The door opened, footsteps approached and there was a smirking sarcastic laugh.

“Fuck, you bastard, you really like it, don’t ya?”

It was Frankie and someone else who laughed along with him.

“Lay everything down there and let’s open up that ass” said Frankie as he drew closer, down next to Mike, one hand coming down on his chest then raking over the sweat slick skin. “Oh, you’re really going to like this.”

Someone rested a hand on his thigh then touched his opening, probed it with something blunt. It pushed against his tightness, over and over, slowly stretching him open.

“Shit, the bastard’s tight” a strange voice uttered as Mike felt the push inward again.

Mike shivered at the pain, the way his opening fought the penetration. He tensed up with an initial refusal to believe he had to take it. But his fantasies came back to him, the desire to feel his body penetrated, deeply, and he took a calming breath and relaxed. It had to be a dildo, the way it sank into his hole.

The anonymous person penetrating him pushed inward slowly letting him feel every inch. It distorted his senses, made him wonder at the depths the penetration was going. ‘How deep can it go?’ he wondered as he felt the slow push inward. A hand took his cock and he became acutely aware how rigidly hard he was, how his cock flexed in the hand’s grasp. He moaned around the ball gag and felt his body involuntarily move, felt the push upward trying to get his cock through the tight grasp and at the same time, felt his hole take the last of the penetration as he felt the hand holding it press tightly to his ass.

“Jesus, look at the whore take it” the anonymous voice said, and Frankie smirked, loudly.

“It’s only a ten-inch dildo; that’s nothing. Just wait till we push this in his ass” Frankie replied and Mike heard the menacing tone. “Now work that ten inches in his ass; open him up.”

His whole body shivered as he felt the tug outward then the push back in, deeply, all the way each time. For the longest time the dildo moved through his opening slowly letting him feel every inch drag through it. He felt himself loosen to it. As he felt it piston inside his hole the pace of its penetration increased. Faster and faster till it was impossible to discern its movement. Rapidly it slid through the loosened ring of his opening, sliding easily into his depths. He felt his heart beat speed up, felt the heat of his body, the sweat the trickled down his skin. He tried to push toward the penetrating dildo, desperate to feel it sink deeper than before.

But he heard a laugh and the dildo was pulled free of his hole, leaving him feeling empty. He imagined his opening gapped wide for anyone to see within him. To see to his very inner core. He imagined something bigger pushing inside, stretching him open more. Then he felt the fingers. It was more than one, two maybe, or maybe it was three. He felt his opening stretched open wider, the tug of the fingers pulling him open.

When the fingers pushed inward again he knew, could feel the way the thumb stopped them from going deeper, he had four stretching him open.

“Damn, he’s still tight” the anonymous voice stated as the fingers twisted around in his opening.

“Move aside” Frankie replied, and Mike felt the fingers leave his whole, sensed the movement of the two of them then the brush against his thighs as someone moved between his legs. “I can’t wait to get into your ass” Frankie uttered as Mike felt him move up between his legs. Mike knew Frankie’s cock was average in length, but it was thick, thick as a man’s wrist, and he felt it push against his opening, the wide flared head stretching him open. He felt the pain as it stretched him open. A hand smacked his left cheek, once, twice, three times, the skin burning with the contact.

“Open up, you bastard” Frankie grunted as he pushed forward.

Mike felt the head breach his opening, and Frankie push inward, slowly, painfully, stretching him till he shivered with the penetration. It didn’t stop, inch by inch sliding inward till Frankie was pressed tightly against his ass. Holding him by each leg, Frankie didn’t let him adjust to this new penetration, instead he began to fuck. To work his hips back and forth, slamming against Mike’s ass each time as he piston his cock in Mike’s hole.

Even though he was bound in place, unable to move, he felt Frankie’s exertion, felt the heat of it, his own body reflecting it, building up its own heat till he felt like a furnace. His breathing became ragged, heaving for breath through his nose, moaning with the roughness of Frankie’s fuck. His shoulders rocked on the hard floor, grinding the dirt on its surface into his skin. He felt his own cock smacking his abdomen as it swung back and forth. It hurt, this fuck, and he didn’t want it to end.

Frankie’s pace grew rough, lost its smooth rhythmic motion, suddenly slamming hips against Mike’s ass. Mike tried to draw Frankie in, to suck him deeper; tried to make it last longer. But he knew. This fuck was almost over.

Frankie shoved inward, and Mike felt the shaking body between his legs. Frankie pulled back and shoved inward again, hard, shaking as before, then pulled back and hammered his hips against Mike’s ass. Mike knew Frankie was filling his hole.

Frankie pulled out and Mike felt the air on his hole, the way he felt open, exposed. Then he felt the trickle down his ass toward his tailbone. His own body felt over exerted, skin radiating heat as he tried to get his body to relax, but whoever was with Frankie gave him no time. Didn’t let him catch his breath when he felt those familiar fingers digging into his ass. They slid in easily, bore into his hole till the thumb stopped their penetration.

“You think he can take it” the anonymous voice uttered with an urgency.

“Time to find out” Frankie replied.

The room grew hotter, every pore of his skin seemed to release his sweat till it trickled down his chest and sides. He was burning up as he felt the hand twist at his opening, the thumb trying to slide in beside the fingers. He shuddered with the pain as his hole fought the stretching. He moaned into the gag and stretched out his body, head back against the hard floor, shoulders rocking against its surface as the hand moved around in his hole, pushing inward, thumb and all four fingers. He cried out around the gag when he felt his hole almost take the hand. He felt the tightness of his opening as the hand worked it, twisting, pushing against it. Even blindfolded as he was, he stilled closed his eyes and focused on his body, willing himself to relax to the penetration.

Then the hand pushed inward again, and he felt himself loosen to it. He felt it slide through and into his hole, the tight ring of his opening closing around the wrist.

“Oh yeah…I’m in” the anonymous voice uttered as Frankie sniggered in the background.

“Push in slowly; let him really feel you” Frankie uttered, and Mike felt the hand push into his body, penetrate him so deeply it scared him. ‘How far was this guy going to go?’ he wondered. For an impossibly long time he felt the arm move inward.

The gag was pulled roughly from his mouth and he gasp for breath, but before he could capture a lung full of air Frankie’s cock pushed through his lips.

“Suck me, bitch” said Frankie as he pushed his fat cock into Mike’s mouth choking him. “Yeah, cough up some of that spit and get it slick” Frankie added as he continued to push into Mike’s mouth. Mike thought his jaw was going to come unhinged the way Frankie was working cock into his mouth, the fat flared head sliding over his tongue and pushing at the back of his throat.

Mike lost track of what was happening to his own body, the way the arm moved in his hole and Frankie in his mouth. He tasted the precum of Frankie’s cock and the smear of cum along the thick shaft. He lay there, bound, legs pulled up, and took it, the penetrations that bore into him. He shuddered with it, felt his own erection, so painfully hard he wanted to beg for release. A hand took him, began to stroke his slick shaft and he wanted to cry out, to thank them, and beg them to do it harder, to tighten their grasp.

“STOP!  We’re not to let him get off” Frankie exclaimed and the hand left Mike’s cock, leaving him frustrated, aroused to the point of release.

The arm moved outward, slowly, till only the hand was trapped inside his hole. Then Frankie held still, and Mike felt the cock in his mouth flex a couple of times then fill his mouth with cum. Swallowing so as not to gag he struggled to take it as he felt the hand pull from his hole. It was happening too fast, far too soon. The cock pulled from his mouth and the hand from his hole till he lay there feeling empty. He lay panting, trying to catch his breath as he tasted Frankie’s cum in his mouth. He wanted to say something, to ask them not to stop, to please get him off, to do anything they wanted but the gag was quickly put back in place followed by footsteps heading away. A door opened and closed, and he is left alone wondering if he is the only person in this room.

He doesn’t lay long before exhaustion overcame him, and he feel asleep.

When he woke everything seemed different. His orientation, position, even the room itself. His chest rested on a padded platform and he was in a hands and knees position. He tried to pull his arms back and found his wrist were still cuffed and secured in place. His knees rested on a lower platform and like his wrists, his ankles were cuffed and secured in place. His chest and stomach were hot, slick with his sweat from lying on the platform. It was cushioned but the surface was plasticky against his skin and he knew it was probably some sort of vinyl. He was still naked, feeling the way his cock hung loose between his legs.

Once fully awake he listened to his surroundings realizing he could hear others in the room. Still blindfolded he can see nothing. But he can hear, soft whisperings, the shift of a chair or the sound of boots walking around him.  They seem to be all around him, full circle and he cocked his head trying to discern one sound from another. Then he sensed them, at least two people close. He knew they were right beside him. He jerked when one hand came down on his back and rubbed down over his ass, fingers digging along the cleft of his cheeks, then raking over his opening, pushing through it, sinking into his hole. The fingers were rough, moving inward all the way then pulling back tugging at the loosened ring of his opening. Then fingers combed through his hair, balled into a fist and pulled his head back. Spit hit him in the face then a cock rubbed over his face. It was thick, already wet at the head. Flicking out his tongue he tasted it, the slick drool from the head and he wanted it. Wanted it in his mouth and he opened wide, waiting, knowing they had to give it to him. But the hand holding him by the hair let go letting his head fall back down. He felt rejected, his willingness to submit not accepted.

A cock nudged at his hole, blunt, pushing against it as it resisted the penetration. A hand grabbed a handful of hair again and pulled his head back as the cock pushed against his opening.

“You want this cock?” a familiar voice asked. One of the twins; he was sure of it.

“Yyyeeeesss” he stammered as the cock breached his opening and sank all the way into his hole. He cried out and when the pain subsided he heard the laughter, the amused tones of voices in the room. The grip on his hair tightened and the cock in his ass began to fuck him, to move determinedly in his hole. Deeply it sank then pulled back till nearly free of his hole only to sink quickly back in. Over and over and over the cock fucked him. His own cock hardened, and he could feel it slap at his thighs as he was fucked, rocking in his bounds.

He began to cry out, the sound in his throat when another cock touched his lips, raked over them slickly then pushed inward over his tongue. It kept pushing inward, further and further till it was at he back of his throat. Unable to breath he struggled in his bondage, tried to pull away, tried to get his hands free to push the person plugging this throat back, but he could only struggle for breath. Finally, after what seemed a very long time but knew it was only seconds, the cock pulled back slickly over his tongue. When the cock head was at his lips the person pushed forward this time falling into a rhythm, fucking the thick shaft over his tongue, occasionally far enough into his mouth to cut off is breath. He had been concentrating on the cock in his mouth so long he had lost focus on the one in his ass till a hand on his right ass cheek stung him back to reality.

They fucked him for a long time, plunging into his depths, switching places twice till Mike wondered if he could take it anymore or if they could really keep going. Then hands gripped his hips tightly as cock piston roughly in his hole. He felt the grip tighten then the body shake, hips smacking against his ass harder and harder.

“Take it…take my load” one of the twins grunted behind him.

Then hands held his head up as the cock in his mouth swelled up seemingly twice its normal thickness. His jaw ached as he held his mouth open for the rhythm of its fuck. Then the rhythm grew ragged, the thrusts inward rough. The cock stabbed inward a few times then his mouth filled with cum. He held it in his mouth letting the spurting cock move through it adding more and more with each ejaculation. When the cock pulled free of his mouth he felt cum drool from through his lips and trickle down his chin.

“Peter…come take care of him” one of the twins said as Mike heard them walk away, their footsteps receding off to the right. A door opened and closed, and he knew they are gone.

Someone approaches, moves in front of him then they are kissing him, roughly, tongue dueling his own as it rakes the inside of his mouth for the cum one of the twins deposited there just a moment before. When the guy pulls back Mike feels the gentle kiss on his lips before he pulls away. Mike senses movement around him, feels the guy move up between his legs, a hand coming to each thigh. They slide upward till each hold an ass cheek and pulls them apart. The guy’s tongue rakes upward from his sac to his opening where the tongue bores into him. Mike feels his own erection, suddenly aware of his own hard state, once again aching for release. A hand slid over the head and up the shaft and he moaned with his arousal. The hand moved to his sac, fingers taking it and pulling down till his nuts are smashed together and the pain makes his entire body tremble. The tongue bores into his hole and the hand tugs on this sac till he cries out. He feels like he could cum, like his cock is ready to explode.

The tongue leaves his hole as the hands release his cheeks. He feels the guy move underneath him, feels hot breath blown over his cock, then the wet touch of tongue. ‘Yes, yes, yes…please’ Mike thinks as he anticipates the mouth taking him. Lips touch the head of his cock then let it slide through as they move up along his hard shaft.

“Oh fuck” Mike stammers in a low strained whisper as the mouth takes him, every inch till the throat is flexing around the head. He can’t take it, not this, and he feels the cum surge through his cock, feels it swell up thicker and when the guy’s tongue swirls over the head Mike shudders in his bonds as he releases in the suctioning mouth.   

Mike was left alone for a long time still bound to the platform on his hands and knees, his torso resting on the pad. He dozed off and on, feeling exhausted, completely unaware of the time, not even sure what day it was. The door opened, and he heard someone approach. They pulled at the cuffs on his ankles, then the cuffs on his wrist and he was suddenly free for the first time since the early hours of Saturday morning.

“Okay, Mike” a familiar voice, the anonymous one that had been with Frankie, said as he pulled the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked his eyes several times before able to focus on the surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the edges dark in shadow. Easing up he felt the tightness in his muscles. Sitting up on the platform he saw how it was framed like a saw horse with lower pads that had held his arms and legs. Looking down he saw the dried cum on his thigh and he flake it off with this finger.

“What time…day is it?”

“It’s Sunday afternoon. Around three o’clock, I think.”

Mike looked at the guy standing before him. Average height, slim build with dark hair and really white, fair skin. All the guy wore was a pair of loose gym shorts that hung low on his waist.

“I’m Mike.”

The guy smiled at him then nodded his head, “I know. I’m Stacy.”

“Stacy…” Mike repeats the name as if it were alien, suddenly applying it to an actual person. Coming back to the present he looks back up toward Stacy, “I assume you know where my clothes are kept?”

“Yep, come on and I’ll show you.”

Opening the door Mike came out into the afternoon sunlight, squinting his eyes from the glare. Looking around he saw he was in an old parking lot, the lines long since faded away, surrounded by warehouse buildings. Turning he looked up at the old three-story building behind him, another warehouse that had been renovated, all the windows new, darkly tinted. He thought of how he followed Stacy from some area in the back of the ground floor up a stair to the second floor to a dressing room and shower area. He was able to clean up before putting on his clothes that smelled of the bars from Friday night.

Stacy had stayed with him the whole time, answering some of his questions. ‘Yes, the twins live upstairs in apartments. Yes, some of the guys live here too, in small studio apartments upstairs. No, they won’t be coming down; no, you can’t see them today, no, you can’t have their telephone numbers. Yes, there is a way to make contact, here take this’ Stacy replied holding out a business card.

The Warehouse

And below it, an email address and nothing more.

“I want to come back, do you think…”

“Email then next week” Stacy interrupted as he motioned Mike toward the door.

Mike flipped the card around in his fingers looking at the email address once again. He had second thoughts about contacting them. Frustrated at the way he was being dismissed, his contact with the twins so superficial, so brief as to be inconsequential. He wondered if he should just toss it in the trash and move on. But he knew in a day, or so he would be emailing them, desperate to come back. He knew there was so much more he could do, so many ways to submitting he had not come close to doing. It scared him but exciting him at the same time.

Looking back up among the few cars in the parking lot he saw his on the end waiting for him, so he could leave.

The night was hot and humid, everything wet from a late evening shower of rain. Steam rose up, visible in the lone street light in front of The Keep. A few guys loitered outside the entry, jeans, t-shirts and black boots the attire of all four of them. Inside the bar was busy, the usual crowd scattered around the different rooms and out on the patio. The bass of the music reverberated through the rooms, into every corner, even into the darkest recesses.

At the end of the bar the twins sat drinking straight bourbon as they listened to one groveling fool after the next, each begging to be taken back to their place. They didn’t respond to any of them, no change in expression or shake of the head. To their left sat Frankie, black pants with a cod piece front and rubber shirt that was skin tight on his lean frame. He nursed a beer as he listened to the groveling. Sweat trickled from his hair line and he was a furnace inside his clothes. The heat made him aroused till the cod piece felt tight, too tight for his condition.

Left of Frankie stood two figures wearing only black leather shorts that zipped up the front and back and dog collars. Their skin glistened wetly in the dim light of the room. Stacy stood next to Frankie with Mike on the end. Both had the red marks of a flogging each had taken before leaving the Warehouse.

Mike still felt the heat of it, the way his skin seemed to be burning from the inside. His cock was half hard pushing against the zipper and all he could think about was how he would let the twins take him now, right here in front of everyone. He wondered how much it was just his willingness to be taken and how much it was some desire to be seen doing so.

Stacy turned from the bar holding a beer in each hand, one extended to Mike.

“Thanks” said Mike as he took the beer feeling the cold wet glass in his hand.

They had arrived late, after one thirty knowing the bar closed at two thirty and Mike wondered how close to that time it was getting. He saw guys circling the room for that final opportunity, some pairing off and heading out. Others seem to mill around anticipating something more.

“Okay guys, time to go” the bartender called out as he turned up a few lights. Bottles clacked together in the garbage cans as the guys tossed their last of the night. The door  swung open several times as they headed out. Mike noticed the twins and Frankie made no move to leave. The bartender came around the bar and ushered the four guys out that had been trying to get the twins attention, then made a round through the bar getting those lingering in other rooms or out on the patio herded toward the door.

“Tonight is going to be special” Frankie stated after he turned toward Stacy and Mike.

“What do you mean?” asked Stacy as Mike moved in closer to hear the reply.

“The owner of the bar lets the twins drink for free in return for some entertainment.”

“Entertainment? You mean us” said Stacy as he tried not to laugh.

“Yes.”

“The bartender is the owner?” asked Mike surprised for he always thought the guy was just an employee, one who never took shit from anyone, who seemed to be above the shenanigans that goes on in the bar, but nothing about him indicated he was the owner.

“Yeah, Christ you didn’t know Gary owned the joint. How long have you been coming here?” Stacy replied smirking.

Mike shrugged his shoulders then turned to see three guys coming from the patio followed by Gary. One guy was still trying to get his jeans fastened as the three of them headed to the door, which was quickly locked behind them.

Mike watched Gary move toward them with a casual stride, unhurried in every step. Gary moved up in front of Stacy and him, looked them over and when he came to Mike he smirked.

“Never thought I’d see you with the twins. This should be interesting.” Gary turned toward the pool room, walking past the twins. “Come on, let’s get this show started.”

In the pool room Gary led them to the last table, the one the felt was in the worst condition, stains all over its surface. The twins moved to the side of the room and sat on stools and Frankie moved up next to Gary.

“Okay boys let’s see you fuck each other” said Frankie giving Mike and Stacy a smirking smile.

Stacy moved to the table first, ready to lay back on it as Mike moved in front of him.

“No, not you on bottom” Gary exclaimed motioning for Stacy to get up and Mike to take his place. “I want to see you on bottom.”

Mike knew his reputation of being a top was making this more interesting to Gary, the taking him down a notch. He backed up to the pool table and sat on the edge. Stacy moved up between his legs, spreading them apart while pushing him onto his back. Stacy rubbed a hand over his stomach then over his crotch, fingers manipulating his cock making grow hard. Then the zipper was pulled down the front spreading open revealing his growing cock.

Stacy grabbed the leather shorts by the waistband and tugged them down till they fell freely to Mike’s feet and off. Naked, under the light over the table, Mike felt exposed in a way that was new to him. Publicly, on a fucking pool table. Stacy roughly handled his cock, tugged on his sac then slid a hand under each thigh raising his legs. He spread open to Stacy, legs up and pushed apart and once his legs rested on Stacy’s shoulders he felt fingers probe his tight opening, felt them rub over it then push inward penetrating him. Stacy wasted little time working one, two then three fingers into his hole, loosening him up.

“Come on boy, stop playing with it and fuck it” Gary urged as he moved up closer, tugged down the zippers of Stacy’s leather shorts, the front and back coming down together till the shorts fell to the floor. “Fuck this bitch’s ass.”

Stacy was hard, his cock angled up hard, the head wet with drool. He pushed it down and rubbed the head over Mike’s opening then pushed inward. Mike threw his head back and stifled a grunt as Stacy sunk into his hole, all the way, inch by inch till hips pressed against ass.

“Fuck, yeah” Gary muttered as he watched Stacy move his hips, the initial slow swing back then the push forward several times. Stacy was letting the tightness of Mike’s opening milk his cock, stroke the shaft as he moved through it, back and forth, slowly, inch by inch. When he pulled back too far, the head slipping free, he shoved forward punching it back through the tight opening and sinking it all the way in.

Mike jerked upward, his entire body quivering with the initial pain of penetration. He thought of the all the times he had done the same thing to some guy and how some liked it and others did not. His own cock rose up hard and Gary laughed, knowing what it meant. Mike clung to the edge of the pool table as he rocked with Stacy’s fuck. It didn’t take long before the sound of Stacy’s hips smacking against his ass filled the room.

“That’s right, fuck the shit out of the bastard” Gary uttered as he moved around the table watching Stacy’s cock piston in Mike’s hole.

Stacy moved closer, Mike’s legs held tight to his chest, then pushing them back he moved over Mike folding him half. He hammered his cock into Mike’s hole.

Mike turned his head back and closed his eyes. He felt every thrust sink into his depths, and how each one rocked him against the table’s surface. He began to sweat, but not as much as Stacy. He felt the drops hit his chest and stomach. Turning his head and looking up he saw how Stacy was red in the face with rivulets of sweat cascading down his face.

“Time for a change in position” said Gary as he put his hand on Stacy’s shoulder and guided him to stand up then step back slipping free. “Get up” Gary demanded, looking at Mike.

Mike eased up and stood by the table.

“Get on the table” said Gary guiding Stacy to lay back. Mike thought it was going to be his turn to do the fucking, that Gary wanted to see him sink his cock into Stacy’s ass but when he moved to get between Stacy’s legs Gary stopped him.

“Oh no, you’re not through taking cock. Get up there and sit on it…and face me” added Gary as he stepped back to watch. Mike eased up on the table, straddled Stacy with his feet splayed out either side of him. Lowering himself slowly, he felt Stacy’s cock touch him then slip easily back into his hole. He moved all the way down. Leaning back, hands on the top of the pool table for balance, he moved his hips, up then down, over and over, his pace increasing till his own erection flopped against his abdomen.

“Oh fuck” Mike uttered as he tossed his head back and let his body move almost automatically, the primitive up and down, sinking Stacy all the way into his hole. Sweat trickled down his chest as his skin became wet with it, glistening in the light.

Mike fell into a rhythm with his only thought fucking his ass on Stacy’s cock. He was unaware of anything going on around him. He was beyond feeling the exertion of his body, just moving with need when he felt it. Hands on his thighs that moved upward till they moved by his cock. Leaning his head up he saw Gary between their legs, pants undone, a thick hard cock sticking straight out. He didn’t consider the situation, just kept moving his hips up and down as Gary moved in closer, running each of hand up his stomach and chest. They glided over his slick skin then pushed down making Mike lay back on top of Stacy.

“Time to make this interesting” said Gary as he slipped his hands under Mike’s legs, lifting them up. Gary spread them out and pushed them back. He spread Mike open with Stacy’s cock buried in his hole. Realization dawned on Mike and he tossed his head back closing his eyes. He knew what Gary wanted. Gary’s thick cock nudged up against his hole by Stacy’s cock, pressed against the tightness of it. Mike thought ‘no way’, but knowing it was and knew he could take it.

He shivered as he felt himself stretching to accommodate Gary. Painfully he opened up to the second cock. It was thicker than Stacy’s, longer too. His heart was pounding as he felt the heat of his own body. He felt like he was burning up. Sweat trickled down his face, down his torso, and it only made him feel hotter. Gary’s cock pushed in next to Stacy’s, the two cocks filling his hole and he felt Stacy shaking beneath him.

“Fuck” Stacy grunted and pushed upward trying to sink deeper into Mike as Gary pushed in all the way. Mike was heaving for breath feeling how his body was accommodating the two cocks.

The twins stood up and came over to the table, standing on either side of Gary. Mike watched them waiting to see how they would respond. Would they approve of his taking Stacy and Gary or would they be bored by it. They showed no emotion as they stood next to Gary with eyes scanning Mike’s body and the cocks that breached his opening.

“Fuck him” the twin on the left uttered and Mike felt Gary’s cock pull outward then push back in, slowly, stretching him open. Gary moved in a smooth continuous movement, pulling back then pushing back in over and over till Stacy was grunting and moaning and Mike clinched his jaw to keep from crying out. Falling back Stacy’s arms wrapped around his chest and held their bodies together as Stacy worked his hips slowly. Gary began to fuck faster, to thrust inward hard, trying to shove into Mike’s hole deeper and deeper.

It made his cock flex up and down as it drooled a pool onto his stomach. They were hammering his inside till he saw stars. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it to last forever.

“Fuck…fuck…I’m coming” Stacy uttered as he jerked upward at the hips over and over. Mike felt the way he shuddered beneath him and soon Gary’s cock moved more slickly in his hole.

“Yeah, lube up that hole” Gary said in a low voice, more to himself than to anyone else. He fucked harder, faster, his cock getting slicker with Stacy’s load. “Goddamn” he suddenly cried out as he shoved inward hard, all the way, holding himself buried in Mike’s hole as he filled it.

Mike went back to the twins’ place where he was put into a stockade. All weekend he let Stacy and Frankie use him and eventually, late on Saturday night, the twins. Then on Sunday, after they freed him once again, he went back to his normal routine. Monday through Friday’s at the office. Evenings at home, not going out during the week. He cooked, watched movies or worked on projects for work. Thursday night some of his straight buddies got him to meet them at the sports bar where they watched the game.

 Friday night arrived, and he once again was at the door to the twins’ building, naked, on his knees and out in the open for anyone passing by could see. The door squeaked open and Stacy stood in the doorway wearing a jock strap and collar. He took the collar off and held it out to Mike like an offering. Mike took it and put it on while Stacy watched.

“Move” came a voice behind Stacy and Frankie came into the doorway, wearing black leather pants and harness holding a leash. A black leather handle and a chain for the main segment down to the end. He moved up to Mike who angled his head back revealing the hoop in the front of the collar. Frankie secured the leash and stepped inside the door tugging on it. Mike went to his hands and knees and crawled into the warehouse ready for what the weekend may bring.