The Mansion Boys...and Girl

By now you should have realized some of my fetishes - especially fisting and physical abuse. The situation with Jack and Blaze is based on a true story. 

Blaze and Jack really are the same in so many ways. Their minds work the same way and they have the same kinks. Much like the relationship between Jack and Harrison is beyond explanation, so is the strong bond between Jack and Blaze. Jack has never been so desired in all his life - Harrison, Blaze, Aidan and a few other random boys. It will have a - mostly - good impact on him going forward.

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Harrison arrived home early from class one afternoon. As was usual for him, he was still horny, even though he fucked CJ in a bathroom between classes earlier in the day. He didn’t expect to find any action at home until Jack returned later that evening. He figured he’d grab a snack and go play with some toys until Jack came home. 

When he walked into the kitchen, he found Calista there, making a PB&J for herself. She too had come home early and expected to be alone for a while. She had already made herself comfortable in a bright pink, crop tank top with a pokemon character on it, a very short pair of pink athletic shorts and a pair of fluffy pink sandals with a slight heel. Despite her foray into being a Dominatrix, she was still the cute little girl she always was.

“Your classes were canceled too?”

“Hi Harry! No, I got to skip mine since I aced my last exam. My teachers love me! Hungry?”

“Yeppers! I’ll have whatever you’re making.”

While Calista was busy making Harrison sandwiches, he just leaned against the counter near her and looked at her. She was cheerfully whistling some random song that he couldn’t identify and had a huge smile on her face. Calista was usually perky, but she seemed to just radiate happiness. 

Harrison also couldn’t help but see how cute she looked. Her hair was tied off in a bow making a ponytail that rose from the top of her head, just slightly off center. Her long slender fingers had brightly painted nails and a couple of cutesy rings on them. Her very short shorts exposed a little bit of her ass and her cock, obviously untucked, created a bulge in the front. Most noticeable though was how much she had changed since starting hormones. She was looking much more like a girl, her body had become so much more feminine. She even was showing slight growth in her breasts. It was the first time Harrison really paid attention to how much Calista was changing physically, and emotionally.

“I hope you’re not trying to be subtle, Harry. I can feel your eyes burning up and down my body.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide anything. You look fucking hot! Damn, girl.”

Calista put down the knife she was spreading jelly with and stepped closer to Harrison, “Is this really the first time you are noticing that I’m hot?”

“No, but I think you’re getting even hotter. You are sexy as fuck, Calista.”

While rubbing her hand on the growing bulge in Harrison’s jeans, Calista stood right in front of Harrison and leaned in close. “Look at you, Harrison Winters, all horned up over your best friend. I thought you didn’t like girls?”

“Come on Calista, you know I love you.”

“I know you do, but I think you have something other than love on your mind right now…” Calista grabbed Harrison’s crotch and squeezed his cock and balls tightly. Harrison lurched upward and let out a squeal.

“It’s been a minute since we’ve had any fun, you know.”

“If you weren’t constantly fucking Jack and Aidan and your professor and CJ and whoever else, you might have time for me. You and Aidan are like little sex monsters with no control.” Calista squeezed even tighter, “I’ll bet you’ve fucked at least two boys today.”

“If Jack counts as a boy, then yes.”

“He is kind of like a little boy at times.”

Calista had Harrison in her clutches. She began to undo his jeans and slide them down. He didn’t resist at all. She stared right into his eyes and seemed to almost hypnotize him. He put his hands on her hips, but she brushed them away. She could feel his hard cock poking between her legs. “Turn around.”

Harrison did as he was told and turned around, now facing the kitchen counter. Calista took his hands and put them up over his head and against the cabinets. She slipped her shorts and panties down and slid her cock up and down Harrison’s ass. Calista kicked his legs a little further apart and grabbed a thick clump of his hair on the back of his head, forcing it forward and against the cabinet. With her other hand, she aimed her cock at his waiting hole. A few drops of spit and she was ready to take him. Once she had her head on his smooth, pink entrance, she pushed her way in, all the way in.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck yes Calista, that feels so good…”

“You knew it would. That’s why you came in here all cute and horny.”

Calista proceeded to increase her pace as she fucked Harrison over the kitchen counter. She held onto his hips while she pulled herself all the way out and then plunged back in fully. After a few minutes, she grabbed each of his hands and pulled them behind him. She held onto them with one hand and pushed his head down with the other. Harrison was now face down on the counter with his ass pushed out a little further. Calista took advantage of this better position to begin to fuck him even harder. She scratched her nails along his back while she pounded away at him. 

“Mmmmm, I really love fucking you Harry. I love making you mine.”

“Yes, Calista, I love being all yours. Damn. Fuck me hard, girl.”

“I love how things have changed. You begging me to fuck you instead of me begging you to fuck me.”

“I like how things have changed.”

Calista took her time and continued to fuck her friend. They were both enjoying this spontaneous hook up in the kitchen. They had no idea who else was home, or when anyone else was coming home. The longer they went at it, eventually someone would interrupt them. After about fifteen minutes, that is exactly what happened.

“Oh, shit! Sorry! We didn’t mean to interrupt!” Jarrin said embarrassingly as he and Brayden entered the kitchen. “We’ll come back.”

“Oh no you won’t! Come back here!” Calista shouted to them. They reluctantly stepped back into the kitchen. “Don’t you want to fuck Harry too?” Ever since she dominated them, Brayden and Jarrin found themselves under the spell of Mistress Calista.

The last thing Harrison was expecting was a gang bang, with him as the bottom, but that seemed to be where Calista was taking things. “Um, maybe we should just wrap things up? I’m hungry.”

“Harrison! Since when do you turn down cock?” Calista gave him a gentle smack on his ass as she pulled out. “Jarrin, you go first.”

“I…uh…we…just…um, wanted to…”

“Remember who you serve, boys? Don’t make me punish you.”

Brayden gave Jarrin a push. “Do what Mistress says. You said you were horny, go fuck the boy!” In the hierarchy of who served whom, Jarrin was low boy on the pole.

Harrison attempted to step away from the counter. Calista gently nudged him back. “Oh no Harry. This is my party and you’re staying right there.” Harrison leaned back over the counter and sighed. He knew better than to argue with Calista. Even without being a Mistress, everyone usually gave in to her anyway.

Jarrin positioned himself behind Harrison, dropped his pants and spit on Harrison’s ass. He didn’t need much since Calista had already gotten things started. He pushed his cock in slowly and appreciated the feeling of Harrison’s ass sucking it in. Once all the way in, Jarrin  pushed as hard as he could to go as deep as he could. Harrison moaned his approval as Jarrin began to piston himself in and out of his ass. Calista motioned to Braden to come over.

“I want to watch you fuck your boy while he fucks mine.”

“Yes, Mistress Calista, whatever you want.”

“You are such a good boy, Brayden. It takes a dom to know how to be a good sub. I’ll have to reward you later.”

Following Calista’s directions, Brayden took his pants off and shoved his cock into Jarrin’s ass. They were coming down to the kitchen for a bite after they just finished fucking upstairs, so Jarrin’s ass was already slick with lube and Brayden’s cum. Brayden held himself in place while Jarrin bucked back and forth, fucking Harrison and backing himself onto Brayden’s cock. 

“I love how obedient you boys are!” 

Not wanting to miss out on anything, Calista got behind Brayden and pushed her cock into his ass. While Brayden was mostly a top, he enjoyed letting Calista fuck him, sometimes even more than Jarrin, who pretty much was the only person who ever fucked him since their porn days. Calista was giddy at this little scene she had created and she fucked Brayden like a jack rabbit. She let this foursome go on for a few more minutes and then decided to direct a new scene.

“Ok! Everybody out!” she shouted, “Harry, get on the table!”

“What? Why don’t we just go somewhere more comfortable?”

Calista smacked Harrison on the ass, “I am very comfortable, now on the table! Put those legs in the air!”

Reluctantly, Harrison pulled his pants off and laid back on the table. He was enjoying this little romp, but wasn’t much for doing it in the kitchen. Once he was on the table, he wrapped his arms behind his knees and pulled his legs back. Harrison was pretty flexible. Calista directed Brayden to fuck him. Brayden had fucked Harrison before and liked it, so he didn’t need any encouragement, he went right to work thrusting his cock into Harrison as hard as he could, giving him a good hard fucking.

Calista leaned over the table and started to kiss Harrison. “I love you, Harry.” She forced her lips back onto his before he could respond. Jarrin wasn’t sure what he would do, but he thought maybe Calista wanted to get fucked, so he slowly got behind her and gently brushed his hands on her hips. Calista waved Jarrin on. He began to fuck her slowly and steadily. He already knew she liked it this way from their previous encounters.

Brayden looked at what was happening and felt like he was back in one of his porn shoots from when he and Jarrin were younger. He grabbed Harrison’s cock and stroked it while he pounded away at his ass. Calista also grabbed Harrison’s cock, joining Brayden in stroking him while she aggressively kissed him. Jarrin reached down and stroked her cum hose and kept up his deliberate fucking of Calista. After several more minutes, Harrison was ready to release. He massaged his balls while his two friends stroked him and soon he shot a load of cum, high into the air, hitting Brayden in the face. Harrison’s cum shot up a few more times and landed on Calista’s face, the table and all over himself. 

Calista blasted her load onto the floor under the table. As she came, her hole tightened up and caused Jarrin to shoot his seed deep inside of his Mistress. Finally, Brayden blasted his load into Harrison. He pulled his cock out to shoot some of his jizz all over him as well. One shot went far enough to hit Calista in her face. The four boys backed off of each other and Harrison jumped off the table.

“Well, fuck! That was pretty wild!” Harrison exclaimed. “So, after we clean this mess up, can I finally have my sandwich, Calista?”

***

Blaze was missing the intimacy he had with Jack. He also missed his occasional playtime with Harrison and Calista. He loved Garrett immensely and was fully committed to the D/s relationship they had, but he wanted a little more freedom. Garrett kept a tight leash on him mainly because of his trust issues. Their recent experience with Aidan seemed to loosen him up a bit. Garrett didn’t put the chastity device back on again after that romp. Blaze knew this was the right time to ask.

The boys had just finished one of their intense worship sessions. Blaze was especially attentive to every little detail. He loved to worship Garrett’s body. It gave him so much pleasure to make Garrett feel good. As Garrett was becoming more comfortable with everything, he allowed himself to do things he never did, like pleasing Blaze and even letting Blaze fuck him. They were lying in bed, cuddled up together.

“I love it when you cover almost every fucking inch of my body like that. It’s fucking amazing, boy.”

“You know I love your body, and you too, of course. It’s nice that you’re returning the favor lately. I like that a lot. You’re so fucking hot and seeing you on your knees at my feet is just fucking sexy.”

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better. So much fucking better. That boy Aidan. God fucking damn. He’s unreal. I think he helped break a barrier between us, for me mostly.”

“Soooo, I wondered something…something that we talked about, you know when we started this. You told me I could only fuck with you. You’re pleased with my obedience, right Daddy?”

“I am, boy and I know where you’re going with this.”

“Are you mad at me for asking?”

“No. I’m not. I never wanted this to be some control thing. You are your own man. I just needed time and couldn’t bear you being with anyone else. I asked Aidan to join us last week to help break that. I don’t want you fucking everything that moves though. What did you have in mind?”

“Jack, Harrison and Calista. I had very cool things with them and I miss it. Jack is my mentor, like the father I didn’t have. What we had was nice and I just want to have that again. Calista and I always had a close physical relationship. She may not want to anymore, but I still want to keep that open. I’d love to be her bitch boy one night. And, Harrison. He and I are truly like brothers and we just have great sex together. Can I have them back?”

“I didn’t understand your relationship with Jack. It made me nervous. I think I understand him better now. He’s not trying to take you for himself. He’s not some creep preying on fucking vulnerable boys. So, yeah, you and Jack should go for it. You and Harrison are just horny dudes who like to fuck, so go get you some of that little cutie.”

“And Calista?”

“Hmmm…I like being the one who dominates you. I don’t want you to serve another master. I guess if you two just fuck around, sure, but I kinda want you to just submit to me. Would that work?”

“I think so. Like I said, she’s so into Justin and trying to convince him to be her boyfriend, that I don’t think she’s fucking anyone but her clients.”

“Blaze, I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy together. I saved your ass years ago and then you never gave up on me, looked for me and and fucking saved my ass. I think that makes us equals. So, go fuck your friends, and I might even give you permission for others, but you better not be too tired to take care of Daddy. I’ll fucking beat you.”

“What if I want you to beat me?”

“Then you’ll get something much worse. Don’t you worry, boy. It won’t be good pain, I promise.”

***

Dispensing with Randy wasn’t as tough as they thought. Justin and Wagner were convinced he’d be trouble. After all, he was pretty much a lecherous asshole and didn’t seem like he’d go away easily. They also figured he’d had a silent partner. Fortunately, he didn’t. He was thrilled to get out of the club business, took the huge payout he was offered and left town, heading for Florida. They were also able to easily get rid of the guy who was pimping out some of the dancers and causing problems for the ones who wouldn’t play along. Jack gave him enough money to disappear. He also made sure he knew that Jack’s connections at Chicago City Hall could send him to prison for the rest of his life. He took his dancers with him and was out of the way, probably to keep pimping them out somewhere else.

The drug dealer was not so much a challenge, but he was a very shrewd businessman. He was also connected to Jack, but neither of them knew that. Samuel was not who they expected when they set up a meeting. Short, young and unassuming, he was hardly the drug dealer stereotype. It turns out that Samuel took over the business from his father when he died. It wasn’t what he expected to be doing either. 

He was a member of the same exclusive club that Jack was. Jack, Justin, Max and Wagner only knew they were meeting with ‘Mr. K’. Once he saw him, he knew exactly who he was.

“For fuck’s sake. You’re Mr. K?”

Samuel let out a hearty laugh for a guy as small as he was. “Oh Jack Holden. I should have known it was you. Something told me this meeting was going to be fun.” He turned to a couple of bruisers that were with him as protection, “Ok, guys, you can go chill out somewhere. I’m safe here.”

“How the fuck do you two fuckers know each other?” Wagner snapped.

Justin stood there shaking his head. He had a feeling he knew exactly how they knew each other. Max just stood there confused. This stuff usually passed right over his head.

Samuel lifted his right hand up and tucked his hand into the fisting formation. He slid his left hand over his right arm as if he were sliding it into something. “You could say I know Jack inside and out.”

Jack laughed and gave Samuel a hug. “I’d say he’s kind of handy to have around.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ Jack? Do you fuck every fucking person you meet?”

“Wags, just take a look around you.” Justin said as he waved his hand past himself, Max and Wagner.

“Fuck you, you pink haired freak of nature.”

“You’re just jealous I won’t fuck you.”

“Enough children, let’s get this thing going.” Jack motioned for everyone to sit. Drinks were ordered and the negotiations began. 

Even though they knew each other and had hooked up for a hardcore fisting session, Samuel still drove a hard bargain. He did a good business at Randeez and wasn’t about to let go of all of that revenue. Jack wasn’t concerned about money. He didn’t need to be.

“So guys, I know you just took over Randeez and I know you’re here to try to work something out. Let me just tell you, the money is good there. Gay men love to feed their gay boys all kinds of shit. Weekends are a really good party business. I may not like being in this business, but it is the one my father left me. So, I need to make it work.” Samuel was already being protective.

Wagner was about to speak, but Jack raised his hand in front of him before he could say a word. Wagner would only make things worse in this particular situation. Max hated when Jack negotiated things because he always was giving money away. Justin knew what Jack wanted and trusted him to make a good deal.

“Look, I don’t want to step on your business. In fact, if we do this right, you’ll be much better off. I just want to set some parameters. I don’t care about party supplies being widely available. I just don’t want them to be deadly and there’s just some shit that I don’t want to see. I kind of get the feeling you’re not that kind of guy, so I’m hoping we can come to an agreement.” Jack was willing to give up whatever money there was just so he could try to keep the drugs clean.

“You won’t lose your access. You will actually get even more access. You just gotta keep the hard stuff out.” Justin added.

“You’re right, Jack, I’m not one of those shitty dealers. My father let a lot of that shit slide. I shut it down immediately. I’m in the business of selling things, why do I want to give my customers shit that kills them? Dead kids don’t buy drugs.”

“Good. I knew we were closer than we thought.”

“My father was a shitty businessman who was easily intimidated. He gave Randy a cut. It was fucking generous. 40%. He got product as well. Creepy fucker was probably drugging boys to fuck his gross ass. But, he stayed the fuck out of the way. If I have to cut out certain profitable products, I am going to want more. What’s your offer?”

“I don’t give a fuck about a cut. You can have it all. That makes it cleaner on our end. You have exclusive access. We vet the sellers and have the right to kick someone out who is trouble. No heroin. No fentanyl. No opioids. No K or other animal stuff. You can’t sell that shit within a mile of our place. Pot, X, molly, coke, G. All clean. No bullshit. No trades for sex or any fuckery like that. We deal with the authorities. Make these kids happy. I mean it’s all bad, but I can’t change the world. This stuff should be legal, but even I can’t make the government do that. What do you say?”

“Just give away the store.” Max mumbled. Justin hit him in his chest.

Samuel looked over at his team. The deal was generous and there was agreement among them. Samuel wasn’t going to just agree that easily. He had to negotiate a little. “15% and half a mile. Everything else is a go.”

“Did you not hear me? No cut at all. Zero percent. Nothing. You can have your half a mile.” Jack stood up and extended his hand.

“I’m not used to someone not wanting any cash. So, yeah, we’re good!” Samuel stood up and offered his hand. “You know this hand very well, Jack, so you know I’m legit.” They shook on the deal. “It is feeling lonely, you should call me.” Samuel said as he waved his hand.

Jack’s ass twitched a little at the thought of Samuel’s expert hands.

***

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Hey Blaze, no, you’re not. I was just signing some checks. What’s up?”

“Garrett took off that chastity device and gave me some of my freedom back.”

“Awesome! I knew that wouldn’t last long.”

“Soooo…he told me this last night and the first thing that came to my mind was your ass.”

Jack and Blaze rode into the office together as usual, except this time, Blaze was no longer under the order to not touch anyone else - including Jack. During the whole time he was restricted from sex with others, he realized how much he really was into Jack.

“Oh? Did you tell Garrett that you were thinking about my ass?”

“I did. I have to tell him exactly what we do together. Like all the fucking details.”

“I see. You are demonstrating a really important part of deal making right now, you know that?”

“Keeping my promises?”

“You did say you would come for my ass first.”

Blaze slammed the door of Jack’s office shut and walked over to him very assertively. Jack was sitting at his desk. Blaze pushed the chair away from his desk and, much like the night they met, he pinned Jack to the arms of the chair. Blaze shook his head and looked up, letting out a loud groan.

“Fuck! I haven’t felt that rush in a long time!” He leaned into Jack’s face and was almost nose to nose with him, “you were the last person I really roughed up, like a fucking year ago! I want to fuck you up, Jack.” Blaze’s face was red and he was panting. As he spoke, he spit on Jack’s face.

“I told you then, I would do anything you wanted.”

“You’re such a weak, pathetic sub, you didn’t even try to fight back. Nothing but a little bitch. Now I’m just like you.”

“That’s what you said you wanted. To be a sub like me.”

Blaze spit right in Jack’s face. “I’m not as much of a fucking slut as you are.”

“You have plenty of time.”

“Don’t fuck with my head Jack!” Blaze barked as he grabbed Jack’s neck. “I can still beat the fucking shit out of you. Like I should have that night.” Blaze jammed his knee into Jack’s crotch, causing him to try to lurch forward, but Blaze’s hand had a tight grip on his neck. Jack knew Blaze was acting out and felt like his subtle taunting was pushing limits he hadn’t pushed in a long time. He sort of felt like Blaze needed this.

“What…have…you…been…waiting…f-f-f-for?” Jack responded hoarsely.

Blaze slapped Jack in the face, really hard. Jack felt like his head would spin off. He reached up to check his mouth to see if Blaze had knocked any teeth out. Blaze hit him again. “We’re not doing this here. Take me somewhere right the fuck now so I can fuck you up without anyone getting in the fucking way.”

“There are apartments here in the building. Let me see if one is available.”

Jack called the admin and asked her if any of the hospitality suites were available. She said two were, the small studio and one of the larger units. Jack opted for the small studio for his beating from Blaze.

Blaze wondered why there were apartments in an office building, but he was more interested in other things, so he figured he’d ask later. Jack took Blaze up to the studio. It was a minimally furnished room, sort of like a hotel room. Once the door closed behind them, Blaze grabbed Jack by his tie and pulled him towards the bed. Jack fell over from the unexpected yank which didn’t bother Blaze, he just dragged Jack along by his neck, choking him in the process. Jack grabbed at the tie to try and keep it from strangling him. Blaze threw him on the floor at the edge of the bed, knocking into a coffee table in the process.

“Take your fucking clothes off. Leave the tie though.”

All of this roughness from Blaze was making Jack crazy. He had been wanting this from Blaze ever since they first met. Unfortunately for Jack, Blaze discovered his submissive side and chose not to be this way anymore. Jack was able to trigger something in Blaze to get him to return to his old ways. Blaze was an experienced, rough top and had been suppressing that for nearly a year. Jack knew he had to release that energy again at some point. 

Once he was naked, Jack waited for his next instruction. He knew enough not to take any initiative of his own. Even though he wanted this, he also had a streak of fear running through him. What if Blaze lost control? What if Blaze went too far? Jack was too aroused to worry about the answers to those questions. After all, he too was suppressing a strong desire of his own - his desire to be beaten and abused, to feel pain, to dangerously submit.

Blaze grabbed Jack’s tie and pulled him up. “Get on the fucking bed!” Once he pulled Jack up, he grabbed him by his hair and demanded that he open his mouth. Just like he did the night they met, he spit into Jack’s open mouth. He hocked up another gob of spit and let it slowly drip into his mouth. He held Jack’s head in his hand and stared at him, holding Jack in a strained, uncomfortable position. He let out a big sigh, then looked away and back again. Blaze had a fraught look on his face, he was holding back a sob and shook his head. “You really want this, don’t you?”

“Don’t you?” Jack breathlessly responded.

“FUCK YOU!” Blaze screamed as he pulled Jack up and smacked him in the face again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He thrust Jack onto the bed, face first. He climbed on top of him, pressing his knee into Jack’s back. He pushed Jack’s face into the comforter and held him there, not allowing him to breathe. Blaze was consumed with a roller coaster of wild emotions. Sadness, fear, anger, love - all were coursing through him. He knew he was becoming just what he said he wanted to be. He was becoming Jack. Submissive, pathetic, and weak, desiring pain and abuse. He also knew he still had these urges and it was Jack he wanted them to come down upon. 

Jack struggled under Blaze’s force and was finally allowed to raise his head. He took a deep breath and coughed as he regained the consciousness he was slowly losing. Blaze jumped up off Jack and the bed. “Don’t fucking move!” Jack laid still while Blaze wandered around the apartment. Jack had no idea what he was looking for, Blaze probably didn’t know either. He stomped around the small room in a panic, like he’d just unexpectedly killed someone and didn’t know what to do with the body. He found a plastic spatula in the kitchen area, like the kind you’d frost a cake with. He also found an extension cord in another drawer. He found some candles and matches as well. He had no idea what he was going to do with these things, but he wanted them anyway.

“Are you ok, Blaze?” Jack asked worriedly. He was now rethinking his provocation. Blaze had been struggling emotionally for much of the year, maybe this wasn’t the right thing to do. He was clearly in a rage, and also not fully coherent at this moment. He walked over quietly, staring at Jack the whole time. Jack made one more appeal, “Blaze, it’s ok. We don’t have to do this. Ease up. Calm down.” Jack tried to roll over. Blaze threw the stuff he collected on the floor and forced Jack back down. 

“This is what you fucking wanted, Jack! You fucking sick bastard!” He slammed his knee into the small of Jack’s back and pulled up on his tie, choking him. “You have been waiting all year for this, haven’t you? You wanted me to really beat the fuck out of you that night. I held back for Harry. Fuck him. Fuck you.” His voice cracked as he rambled on. “I fucking love you. You fucking bastard. Look at me! I’m a fucking pathetic freak just like you. You’re fucking sick Jack.” 

He finally let Jack’s head down, allowing Jack to breathe again. His face had turned red and was starting to return to normal again. Jack wanted to say something to make Blaze feel better, to stop him, but he thought better of speaking. Maybe Blaze would calm down on his own. Maybe he’d go too far. Jack was carefully balancing what to do. 

“Look at you. So fucking rich and powerful and still such a pathetic fucking weak ass bitch.”

With his knee still in Jack’s back, he pulled off his own tie and pulled Jack’s arms back. He tied his hands together. He stepped back and finally removed his clothes and then went to the other side of the bed. He climbed on the bed and rolled Jack over. He pulled him by his neck across the bed, hanging Jack’s head over the edge. He shoved his hands into Jack’s mouth forcing it open and then he thrust his thick cock deep into Jack’s throat. Jack felt a burning sensation from the giant prick forcing his throat open so abruptly. Blaze held his cock there for a moment, then he began to aggressively rape Jack’s throat, showing him no mercy.

Jack was in a horribly uncomfortable position with his hands tied behind his back and causing his body to arch upward, while his head hung over the edge of the bed. Blaze held him down at his pelvis. He thrust his thick cock into Jack’s throat relentlessly. He laughed looking at Jack’s hard cock, drooling precum. “You fucking weirdo. Hard as a fucking rock while I destroy your throat, Jack. Fucking weirdo.” Jack’s legs were flailing, his body twisting under Blaze’s force. He felt lightheaded again. He could probably only take so much suffocation before he’d simply lose consciousness entirely. Blaze was not letting up. Jack couldn’t breathe. Snot and mucus were pouring out of his nose, gunk was drooling over his face, he passed out. Blaze let out a pained growl as he began to cum down Jack’s gullet. He finally pulled out and showered Jack’s motionless body with thick streams of cum.

“Oh no you fucker, you’re not going to shut down on me. I’m not fucking done with you, Jack!”

Blaze grabbed Jack by the shoulders and tossed him back up on the bed. He straddled Jack and smacked him in the face. When Jack didn’t respond, he smacked him again. Jack coughed up cum and spit as he came to again. Blaze smiled. He learned down and whispered in Jack’s ear. “You know how much I love you Jack. You mean the fucking world to me. I owe you everything. I love you,” he said as a tear ran down his face, “you’re my best fucking friend.” He gently caressed Jack’s sloppy hair and wiped the gunk from his eyes. “I want this as much as you do, Jack. I must be as fucked up as you are.” He kissed Jack on the lips, forcing his tongue into his mouth.

Jack couldn’t speak. His throat was so sore from the brutal fucking it just received. His mind was still foggy from blacking out. He thought to himself how much he and Blaze were alike. How depraved their desires were. He tried to say something, but just couldn’t. Blaze jumped up and grabbed the spatula from the floor. He knelt between Jack’s legs and grabbed his still hard cock and held it back. He then smacked Jack’s balls several times with the spatula. Jack cried out. “You really need to shut the fuck up, Jack.” Blaze seemed intent on saying Jack’s name every time he yelled at him. Blaze grabbed his underwear and tore the waistband off, then shoved it in Jack’s mouth. He tied the waistband tightly around Jack’s balls and pulled them down, tying another knot. After several more smacks with the spatula, he flipped Jack over and tied his legs up with the extension cord. Finally, he hogtied Jack by tying the cord to his bound hands. 

“Oh Jack, your ass…damn…such a sloppy, loose, fucking mess. You have been fucked by thousands of dicks and dildos, haven’t you Jack? Fucking hundreds of fists stetching your disgusting fucking hole open.” Blaze smacked Jack’s ass with brute force, several times. “You’re fucking repulsive Jack.”

Although he knew he didn’t mean it, Jack loved the humiliation Blaze was showering him with. 

Blaze forced his fingers from both hands into Jack’s hole and pulled it apart. He spit into the cavernous opening and shoved his hands in further, stretching him open further. Jack winced and struggled while letting out muffled cries of pain. Blaze’s roughness was not only hurting Jack, it was pushing him to a state of uncontrolled arousal. He came into the bed, not realizing this was the second time he came. The first was while his hands were being tied behind his back. 

After spitting a few more times, Blaze plunged his thick, hard tool into Jack’s hungry hole. He pushed Jack’s legs down to his back and rage fucked Jack with all of his might. He grunted and growled as he ripped into Jack’s hole. The force of Blaze’s fucking made Jack’s balls ache from being pulled out and tied up and being crushed underneath him. Blaze grabbed the tie around Jack’s neck and pulled his head up, fucking him violently. Jack tried desperately to resist, but it was futile. Blaze was in full control. He let go of Jack’s tie and smacked Jack’s ass as he continued his anal assault. 

It was at this point that things took an unfortunate turn. Blaze was in such a blind rage, he found himself trying to do something that wasn’t possible. Blaze was certainly strong, but not strong enough to lift Jack off the bed - something he’d seen Justin do, but Blaze was not built like Justin, or as strong as him. Blaze grabbed Jack by his ankles and tried to pull him up. Jack shook his head wildly trying to yell for him to stop. Blaze pulled Jack up just enough that he lost his balance. He toppled backward off the bed pulling Jack along with him. 

With his limbs tied up, Jack had no way to balance himself and went flying off one corner of the bed. As he landed, the lower half of his body hit the flimsy coffee table that had been nudged closer to the bed when Blaze dragged Jack there. The table flipped over sending a glass bowl across the room to shatter on the floor and the table to land square on Jack’s face, breaking Jack’s nose in the process. He managed to break two fingers on one hand as well.

Blaze didn’t fare any better. He tried to brace his fall with his arms and landed awkwardly on them. He dislocated his elbow on one arm and sprained his wrist on the other. He conked his head on a chair. He screeched in pain as he tried to sit up. “MOTHER FUCKER!! AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!”

He looked over and saw the table on top of Jack. His heart sank. “Oh fuck! Jack! Please don’t be dead. Fuck me. Jack! PLEASE FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!!”

“Son of a fucking BITCH!!” Jack spit blood out of his mouth as he shouted back at Blaze. “Get this fucking thing off of me! God fucking damnit!”

Blaze scooched himself over to Jack and with his sprained hand, pushed the table off him. “Oh shit! Jack! Are you ok? Fuck!!” 

“I’m sort of ok. I’m not dead. Jesus fucking christ. You kinda ruined a good thing. What the fuck were you thinking? Are you ok?”

“I think I fucking broke my arm! And my fucking wrist! It mother fucking hurts!!”

“You need to deal with it and untie me. And we need to call Dr. Tern. Right fucking now!”

Using his teeth and his sprained hand, Blaze managed to get the tie undone from Jack’s hands. It took a few minutes, but he got it done. The middle fingers on Jack’s left hand were swollen and in pain. Jack untied the cord around his legs and then freed his balls. He also pulled his tie from around his neck.

“I’m so sorry Jack. I lost fucking control.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. I was scared but also really fucking turned on.”

“You liked that?” Blaze realized what he just said. “Of course you did, you fucking weirdo. I didn’t mean to break anything. I don’t know why I thought I could pick you up.”

“Because you’re a fucking moron. My best bud is a fucking sadistic moron.” Jack laughed as he dialed the phone. He pushed the speaker button. “Hello Alistair. It’s been a while since I’ve had to make one of these calls. How soon can you get here?” Dr. Tern was on his way to rescue Jack and Blaze.

“Fuck, Jack. I was so into that. I think I needed that? I’m sorry it got fucked up.”

“It’s ok. I was worried about you, but I had a feeling you’d get through it without killing me. I can’t say I wasn’t concerned, though. You weren’t yourself for sure.”

“At least I have something new to tell my therapist.”

“You’re fucking welcome.”

“Wait, did you just say I was your best bud?”

***

Dr. Tern brought Jack and Blaze back to his clinic and put them back together. Blaze ended up with a cast on his arm and a splint on his wrist. Jack got a splint on his nose and another to hold his broken fingers together. He also had bandages on his wrists and ankles, a black eye and some cuts and bruises - the worst of which were on his neck.

“Look at you two stupid fucks!” Justin said walking into the hospital room, laughing at his friends’ misfortune. 

“Justin! Stop laughing at them!” Calista snapped as she eventually started to laugh herself. “Blaze, I-I…” She was now laughing uncontrollably, “...I have a free appointment next week. I think you need some lessons in how to do BDSM right!”

Harrison and Aidan joined in the laughter. Garrett wasn’t as amused, but did try to find the humor in the situation.

“You are going to be so punished, boy.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m sorry for laughing, Jack. I can’t believe you broke your nose…how was it again? When a table flipped onto your face?” Harrison continued laughing. Jack just rolled his eyes.

“Looks like no fisting for you for a while!” Aidan said to Blaze, causing more laughter.

“We can still fist him though!” Calista cheered. 

“Yeah, ‘daddy’, your punishment could be letting me fist him.” Justin said snarkily while holding his huge hand up in a fist.

Dr. Tern returned to the room. “Ok boys, you can go home. I will give the responsible partners in your respective relationships your follow-up paperwork. You both need to take it easy for a little while. At least a week.” The doctor handed Harrison and Garrett each an envelope with what they needed to do to take care of their men. “Oh, and Jack, you probably don’t want to hear this, but maybe you’re a little too old to be getting the shit kicked out of you anymore. Maybe find a new way to satisfy your twisted kinks.”

***

It was time to announce that the club was now under new ownership. Jack held a meeting at the club informing the staff that would be staying on, if they wanted to, and what the plans were. There weren’t many to get rid of. A few of the dancers were bad news and they were sent packing immediately. Some of the staff were loyal to Randy, so Jack fired all of them. No one was sent away without a substantial severance package. Justin and Dillon were introduced as the top guns. 

Aside from his advisors, Harrison was the only one in the know. The next person he told was Aidan. He offered him a job there doing anything he wanted. Aidan wanted no part of that. He just wanted to dance and have fun.

Next up was Brayden and Jarrin. He offered them the opportunity to build and run an S&M and sex club in the new complex. They were over the moon with excitement and couldn’t wait to get started.

There were already a few natural fits among the existing staff to be a general manager, a bar manager and a few other key positions. Jack offered Zach a job as the person who would handle all of the entertainment. He jumped at the chance. He could treat the dancers as they deserved and he could expand offerings beyond just strippers. Owen would be his second in command. Owen cried tears of joy and hugged Jack so long and tight that he thought he’d need to be surgically removed. As much as his injuries hurt, he didn’t stop the boy from his show of happiness.

Finally, Jack gave Harrison and Calista their assignments.

“I have jobs for the two of you too, you know.”

“What can we do?”

“You’re not making me dance, Jack!”

“No Calista, you do not have to dance. I was thinking you could be the designer. You know, everything from carpet to paint to lights, everything. You’d have some professional help, of course, but it would be all you.”

Calista let out a loud screech as she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. She also burst into tears. “OH MY GOD JACK!! I can’t believe it! Me? Design a whole club? Are you sure?”

“Very sure. There’s no one I trust more.”

Calista jumped on Jack so hard she sent them both to the floor. WIth Jack still recovering from his injuries, he shrieked in pain. “You are so good to me. To everyone. Oh fuck! I’m sorry!!!” Calista helped Jack up, “But you are so good to everyone! Those dancers! Aidan! Blaze! Garrett! It just goes on and on. Why? How? How could one person be so fucking awesome?!?! You just give and give. My life is so fucking amazing thanks to you, Jack. I love you!!!!” She fought through tears as she said that. It wasn’t like her to use such language, but she was so overcome with joy.  

Jack and Harrison were both a puddle of tears as well.

“Ok, ok. No more waterworks. Your makeup is running and you’re getting my bandages all wet.”

“I love you so much Jack.”

“I love you too, Calista. More than you’ll ever know.” Jack wiped his tears away and hugged her. He then turned to Harrison. “A big project like this is going to need an architect, and I tho…”

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Harrison shouted as he ran up and stopped short before he hugged Jack. He gently wrapped his arms around Jack. “I’m going to get to design the building? Like the whole thing? Real architecture and engineering? NO FUCKING WAY!!”

“Yes, Harrison. The whole thing. Obviously you will work closely with Calista. And we need actual licensed people, so you’ll have professional help too. Maybe you should ask your professor?”

“We really are the luckiest kids in the world. Finding you is a dream. I can’t even imagine what we’d all be doing right now if it wasn’t for you Jack. You’re like an angel or something. It’s beyond belief. And you’re my FUCKING BOYFRIEND!! Fuck, I love the fuck out of you, Jack Holden!” Harrison grabbed Jack and hugged him tightly, Jack winced, “oh shit. Sorry.”  

“Ugh, whatever, just kiss me, kiddo.”

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