Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 15: Bottoms Up!

Brent: What’s this one?

Me: No idea. But we can find out.

Brent: “10” that’s kinda cryptic.

Me: Maybe it’s inches. Let’s see.

Darren (on video): Paul, honey, can you come here?

Dr. Grant (Paul): What? Oh, my gawd! What have we here?

Darren: Happy anniversary.

Dr. Grant: Where did you get all of this?

Darren: I have plenty of contacts in the video industry. I rented everything.

Dr. Grant: The little red lights are blinking. Are you filming this?

Darren: Yep. And from six different angles. You’ve always wanted to make a sex tape, and for ten years I have adamantly denied your request. This is your anniversary gift. You are going to fuck me silly, and when it is all over, I am going to take the raw footage and make you a porn star for an audience of two.

Me: Holy shit! I don’t think we are supposed to be watching this. That’s my doctor!

Brent: If you so much as touch that DVD player, I will take you out. This is hot!

Me: Yeah, but it feels like a violation.

Brent: Yeah, that dude is gettin’ violated. That’s for sure. And what else is for sure? We are going to see every second of it.

Darren pointed to a box on the floor. Dr. Grant seemed to know exactly what to do. Darren laid down on the bed and spread his arms up in a “V” shape. Dr. Grant calmly handcuffed him to the corners of the bed. Instantaneously, Brent and I both turned and saw how the bed design was perfectly suited for the situation, and we simultaneously giggled. With Darren firmly restrained to the bed, Paul covered his eyes with a blindfold and gently kissed him on the lips.

Dr. Grant: Thank you for this. You know I’ve always wanted to be a porn star.

Darren: Yes, sir.

Dr. Grant: Now we’re talkin’!

Dr. Grant pulled out a pair of scissors and slowly cut Darren’s t-shirt open. He started sucking on Darren’s left nipple and the response was immediate. Darren’s body was amazing. It was clear Dr. Grant was not the only gym rat in the family. His nipples were large and dark. The tips protruded an unnatural amount. Dr. Grant started biting, sucking, and pulling on them without mercy. Darren suppressed a scream through tightly closed lips and shook his head as if to say he was at the edge of his pain tolerance, but he never uttered a word. Dr. Grant lifted up, smiled, let out a dismissive laugh, dove down on the right nipple, and slowly ramped up the same response. Being restrained and blindfolded, it was clear the sexual tension was heightened by the anticipation of the unknown. Dr. Grant sat up and let Darren catch his breath. He leaned over to the box and took out two clothespins and expertly attached them to Darren’s sore nipples. Darren smiled slightly and exhaled a trepidatious sigh.

The scissors came out again, and shortly thereafter, Darren’s gym shorts were converted to cleaning rags. The exposed jock strap was straining to contain what Darren was packing. The edges of his hairy balls were spilling out the sides and the waistband was tented at least an inch off his abs. Dr. Grant put his head in Darren’s crotch and inhaled deeply. Dr. Grant pulled out what looked like a short black broomstick with leather cuffs on each end. He pushed Darren’s legs in the air and cuffed each of his ankles with the device locking Darren’s legs a fixed distance apart. He pushed the stick back and shoved a pillow under the small of Darren’s back exposing a beautiful hairy ass. Dr. Grant admired the site and seemed pleased with his handiwork.

Dr. Grant got off the bed, grabbed something from the box, and disappeared momentarily. When he came back into view, he was holding what looked like a chrome nightstick with notched ridges. He smothered it in lube and started teasing Darren’s hole with it. With what looked like a decade of practice, Darren slowly swallowed the entire object up his chute. Once the intrusion was complete, Dr. Grant started fucking him with it. Smoothly, gently, and slowly at first, but after a couple of minutes, he was stabbing his husband’s ass with wild abandon. Darren writhed with pain, but never uttered a sound of resistance or displeasure. It was clear he was taking it like a champ and enjoying every second of the onslaught. Dr. Grant leaned over to the box and emerged with a dildo that had to be at least 15 inches long and thicker than a baseball bat.

Brent: No way!

Me: Well, we are about to find out. Ya know, when I took them to the airport, they just had a couple of weekend bags. That box of tricks is somewhere in this house.

Brent: Don’t get any ideas. This is hot, but nobody’s going to the hospital this weekend.

Me: I support that goal!

It took a bit more coaxing, but the dildo eventually disappeared up Darren’s ass. He was breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating, but never once did he scream or protest. We couldn’t see his eyes, but I would imagine they were bulging out of his head. The dick Nazi that was counting out Kegel exercises started to make more sense to me as Dr. Grant relentlessly destroyed Darren’s ass.

Dr. Grant got off the bed, reached around to the back of his neck, and pulled his t-shirt off in one slick move. I had gotten a hint of his physique from seeing him in his gym clothes, but this view was unredacted. The blond chest hair was amazing. His pecs were huge. And his nipples weren’t as protruding as Darren’s, but they were perfectly at home in that sea of fur. He placed a black rubber sheet between Darren’s ass and the pillow and neatly unfolded it until it draped over the edge of the bed. He pulled a latex glove over his right hand. He grabbed what looked like a water bottle and poured clear goo all over his hand. It had the consistency of Karo syrup.

Dr. Grant knelt on the bed in front of Darren. He grabbed the stick with his left hand, angled Darren’s ass a little higher, and started pushing his right hand into Darren’s hole.

Brent: His hands are huge.

Me: Yeah, so was that dildo.

Slowly but surely, Dr. Grant slid his hand inside Darren’s ass. As his knuckles cleared the sphincter, Darren let out a gasp which was closely followed by a knowing chuckle from Dr. Grant. The hand was smoothly pushed and pulled such that each oscillation went ever so slightly deeper. It seemed to take forever, but after a few minutes, it was clear that Dr. Grant’s entire forearm was inside of his husband, and ass hair was stretched around his elbow. All movement stopped, and it was clear this was the eye of the storm. After a short wait and a few deep breaths, Darren slowly nodded. And the hurricane roared. Dr. Grant started arm-fucking Darren.

Me: I can’t believe I’m watching this.

Brent: Don’t get any ideas. Cause we’re not doing that. But damn it’s hot! I always thought of gay people who took it up the ass as feminine, but this is the most brutal endurance trial I have ever seen. This guy is fuckin’ tough. This is as far from sissy as it gets.

Me: No shit!

Brent: Nope. I haven’t seen any. At least not yet.

Me: Funny. You know what I meant.

Dr. Grant quickly pulled his arm out, and suddenly, Darren’s ass exploded with red. We both screamed thinking he was bleeding until we realized that that was just the inside of his ass turned inside out. Dr. Grant teased it with his index finger. The red mass convulsed, and eventually retreated inside Darren’s body like a gopher seeking shelter in his hole.

Dr. Grant leaned over and pulled a large metal object out of the box that was vaguely shaped like a smooth Christmas tree. He gently inserted it into Darren’s ass. Once it was firmly ensconced, it was apparent there were two tabs sticking out of the bottom. Dr. Grant pulled a small apparatus out of the box. There were two wires coming out of the device. One with a red alligator clip, and the other with a black clip. He calmly attached the clips to the tabs.

Dr. Grant: Ready?

Darren nodded. Dr. Grant turned a knob on the device, and Darren immediately jumped. When the initial shock died down, Darren nodded again, and Dr. Grant fiddled with the device again. Darren flexed every muscle in his body. His face grimaced in a way that exposed the fact that he was gritting his teeth. The sensation was clearly intense, but Darren said nothing. Dr. Grant made a quick move with this wrist and Darren let out a blood-curdling scream. Dr. Grant immediately reversed the move and laughed at his husband with no apparent remorse. He did it again.

Darren: FUCK!!!

Dr. Grant: OK. OK. You’re just so hot when you are lit up like that.

Dr. Grant dialed it back and left Darren on warm simmer. The scissors came out again and Darren’s dick was released from the restraint of the tight jock strap. His dick was beautiful. It wasn’t overly long, but it was the thickness of a beer can. And his balls were the size of eggs. Dr. Grant leaned down and gently put one of Darren’s balls in his mouth. He rolled it around slowly. Suddenly, he bit down sending a shockwave of misery through Darren’s body. But Darren’s reaction was not what I expected.

Darren: Seven.

Dr. Grant: Really? That’s all? Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that.

Dr. Grant leaned over and put the other ball in his mouth. He bit down hard. Darren grunted but didn’t scream or say anything. It was like a test of endurance. Darren’s dick was hard as a rock. It was convulsing such that it was pounding against Dr. Grant’s face as he was seemingly trying to bite Darren’s testicle in half.

Darren: Eight. EIGHT. NINE. FUCKING NINE!

Dr. Grant chomped down in a merciless dismount and released Darren’s ball from his mouth. Darren was hyperventilating while Dr. Grant observed his state with obvious pleasure. He reached into the box and brought out a leather strap with a long, thin rope attached. He grabbed both of Darren’s balls, pulled them down, and expertly snapped the strap around Darren’s scrotum. He leaned over and pulled a 15-pound barbell plate out of the box. He tied it to the end of the rope and gentle slid it off the edge of the bed. Darren was handcuffed at his wrists and his body was elongated by a brutal tug on his balls. I for one would have screamed bloody murder, but Darren moaned with what appeared to be intense pleasure. The pull of the weight caused Darren’s dick to point directly at the ceiling.

Dr. Grant leaned over and pulled a leather pouch out of the box. He slowly unzipped it and stared at its contents as if to consider his options. In a move that was only too familiar to me, he put on surgical gloves and started wiping down a huge sound with alcohol. With a fresh wipe, Dr. Grant cleaned the pre-cum off Darren’s dickhead giving it a sterile cleaning.

Brent: What the hell is that?

Me: (lying) I have no idea.

This was nothing of the magnitude Dr. Grant had used on me. This thing was massive. I winced knowing what was about to happen. Darren was licking his lips. It was clear the smell of alcohol swabs had a Pavlovian effect on him. His dick was bouncing with gleeful anticipation. As Dr. Grant touched his piss slit with the cold metal, Darren let out a huge breath. The sound made its slow decent down Darren’s dick. When it bottomed out, Dr. Grant slowly stroked his husband with a gentle motion. He let go allowing it to sink down such that only the bent part was sticking out of Darren’s dickhead. Dr. Grant reached down to Darren’s ass, unclamped one of the wires, and transferred it to the top of the sound. Darren bit his lower lip but eventually relaxed into a shallow smile. Dr. Grant reached for the device with the knobs and began slowly turning up the heat.

Brent: I’m not sure what I’m watching, but I am about to explode without even touching myself.

Me: You want to take a break, or do you want to get as horned up as possible before we go at it?

Brent: I think if I can just keep my hands off my dick, I can probably hold off. I’ve already shot once today.

Me: Well, that’s one more than me. But let’s see if we can make it to the end.

Brent: No promises. Damn this is hot!

Dr. Grant continued to slowly turn up the current and Darren was like a frog in a slow-boil pot. Dr. Grant got off the bed and slipped his shorts off. As he turned toward the camera, the erection that had foreshadowed itself multiple times during our sessions was in full view. It was massive. Not as thick as Darren’s, but much longer. His balls were a decent size, but they were tight up to the base of his dick. They didn’t hang like Darren’s did. The untrimmed blond bush was like a halo of masculinity around the enormity of his dick. The head was huge as if it was sized more appropriately for Darren’s dick. The shaft wasn’t round. Rather it had a noticeable trough at the base making it shaped like a rounded thought bubble. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Brent: Doctor’s packin’ some heat!

Me: No shit.

Dr. Grant grabbed a pillow and pushed it between the headboard and the back of Darren’s head. He knelt down on the bed with his knees pushed up against Darren’s armpits. Darren instinctively opened his mouth as wide as he could. Dr. Grant braced himself on the headboard with his left hand and cupped the back of Darren’s head with his right. Without so much as a warmup, Dr. Grant plunged his dick down Darren’s throat and started face-fucking him. It didn’t go all the way in at first, but after a minute or so, Dr. Grant’s balls were firmly pressed against Darren’s chin which was covered in drool. Cuffed at the wrists, cuffed and suspended at the ankles. Pinched at both nipples. Strapped and weighted by the balls. And with electricity coursing from his violated ass right up through a metal rod to the tip of his dick. Darren was literally wired for sex. And Dr. Grant was pulling out every stop. It was a perfect storm of sexual torture and pleasurable sensation.

Brent: I can’t hold out any longer.

Me: Get up. Turn around.

I sat up. Brent knew exactly what to do. He started face fucking me just like Dr. Grant was face fucking Darren. Thank God, Brent wasn’t as big as Dr. Grant, but he was matching his enthusiasm. Brent didn’t last long, and the bursts of cum filled my mouth with powerful pressure. I managed to hold on to most of it. When Brent finally caught his breath and pulled out, he lowered himself until we were face to face. I leaned in to kiss him and flooded his mouth with his own cum. He went nuts and kissed me with a passion that neither of us had ever experience. I never felt more alive than I did in that moment. Giving someone that degree of sexual pleasure was such a turn on. The pleasure for me wasn’t so much the sensation, it was the sense of pleasing another. That sense that someone else’s pleasure was a sacred duty of the sexual act. It felt transcendent. I was hooked. Like the summer when you were finally tall enough to ride your first big rollercoaster, I just wanted to do it over and over. Brent finally broke the kiss, turned back toward the screen, and laid down between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his chest and kissed him lightly on the top of his head.

Tough guy as he was, it was clear Darren was at a breaking point. Dr. Grant unshackled his wrists and his ankles. He removed the blindfold. He turned the device off and removed the plug and the sound. He removed the right clothespin and immediately sucked on Darren’s tenderized nipple. His scream was piercing. Dr. Grant let up and slowly teased his husband as he reached for the left clothespin. Darren was unrestrained. He could have clearly stopped the torture, but instead, eagerly endured it as a badge of love for the acts that had just been performed on him. It was clear they loved each other. It was obvious they had an intense sexual chemistry between them. It was also true that Darren was tough as nails and trusted Dr. Grant with his life. As painful as the torture was to watch, the bond between them was sweet.

With no equipment or clothes, the scene was left with just two naked men, neither of which had cum yet. Dr. Grant moved down to Darren’s cock and started sucking him down to the base. Darren seemed to like the change in tone and sat back and enjoyed some hard-earned pleasure. Dr. Grant rolled over on his back, and Darren immediately straddled him and plunged his ass down on Dr. Grant’s erection. It was like watching a National Geographic special. The pounding was animalistic. Darren was using his huge, muscular legs to pump his ass on that massive cock. The sound of skin slapping together was like never-ending claps of thunder. Dr. Grant wasn’t moving. Darren was clearly running this fuck. Dr. Grant let out an elongated moan that clearly signaled a gush of cum washing Darren’s insides. Not two seconds later, Darren pulled off Dr. Grant’s dick, scooted up, and started jacking his cock right at the lips of Dr. Grant’s wide-open mouth. The force of the spray was like a dentist power-washing Dr. Grant’s teeth. Cum was spraying everywhere due to the force. And it just kept coming. I guess when your balls are that big and you have advance knowledge you are going to be making a porno, you can store gallons of that shit to give a good show. And a good show it was. Clearly, Dr. Grant knew what to expect. He didn’t wait to swallow. He swallowed multiple times to accommodate the volume of what Darren was producing. And just as the fireworks came to an end, Darren clinched his butt and released a massive pool of cum on Dr. Grant’s abs. Darren fell on top of him causing the cum to squirt out from between their glued flesh. They kissed tenderly, and eventually got up to take a shower.

Brent: That is the hottest thing I have ever seen. Before seeing that, I had no idea sex could even be like that.

Me: I don’t even know how to react. My mind is just racing. When you came in my mouth, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. And kissing you with that salty taste flowing between us was just incredible. I don’t know if I like everything they did or that I want to do all those things, but I want what I saw between them. I want that for myself.

Brent: Me too.

Scene two was getting started on the “10” video.

Brent: Let’s pause this. I need a drink. Do these fuckers have a bar?

Me: It’s in the living room. Let’s go.

We fixed ourselves a drink and headed out to the pool for some less electrically charged scenery. We didn’t say much. It was clear both of us were processing what had just happened. I was replaying the words spoken between us wondering if they were real. If they were lasting. If they would lead to doubts, or worse, regret. Silence would normally be a bad sign. But in my head, it was just the warm, silent curing of concrete getting stronger and stronger as the chemical bonds developed. Brent broke the silence.

Brent: Want another one?

Me: Sure.

Brent: Same thing?

Me: Surprise me.

Brent: OK. Back in a bit.

Me: Oh, this is good. What the hell is it?

Brent: They have a cocktail recipe book on the bar shelf. I found one that looked simple and made it. I figured since we are spending our weekend in gay paradise, we might as well live it up.

Me: When in Rome. Cheers!

Brent: This is dangerous. I could drink these all night.

Me: Just don’t throw up on the cat. OK?

Brent: When are you going to bust a nut?

Me: I’m in no hurry but seeing Dr. Grant cum up Darren’s ass has certainly given me some ideas. You game?

Brent: Before that video, I would have certainly said no. But after a couple more of these, I might be persuaded.

Me: Bottoms up!

Brent: Who you callin’ bottom?

We laughed hysterically and went inside to make another drink. The afternoon had been otherworldly, and a bit of intoxication seemed to fit the mood.