Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2008 07:05:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul <success66@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michael Chapter 19

Dear Readers: Well here we are again.  I actually poked out three chapters
in two days but my editor, John, has to work too so it took a bit to get
these to you.  I hope you like to read.

Thank you to John, who really appreciates reading them countless times *EG*
over and over again to check for *ahem* errors; also thanks to those that
have chosen to write.  I appreciate the positive comments and the feedback.

Usual disclaimers: Work of fiction, AIDS/STDs are a real threat so please
cover it up.  If you are not supposed to be reading this, then don't.

Robert awoke with a strange but warm sensation in his ass.  He tried
rolling on his back but found that there was another body behind him.

It was Nick.

After he was taken from Michael's room last night, his dick strained to be
released.  Nick assured him while they were both submissives, Robert would
be the dominant in any sex between them because Robert was the guest.
Robert let Nick suck him off but in turn, Robert let Nick fuck him.  It was
a different sort of fucking because Nick's cock was much larger than
Michael's.

As he cleared his head, Robert realized he needed to go piss.  He noticed
that the clock on the table said 7 a.m. He pried himself away from Nick
only to take about three steps from the bed to have Nick stir.

"Where do you think you're going?"  Nick said with his eyes closed.

"I need to go take a piss."  Robert stopped to answer.

Nick turned over to see that Robert's dick was full with the need of a
morning piss.  "I'll help you with that."

Robert smirked, "Oh into watersports, are we?"

"Master says we are to have fun, he just didn't say how much."  Nick now
was up and moving towards the bathroom.  "Come on, we'll shower."

"Exactly," thought Robert.

The morning greeted Rick and Michael much differently.  Michael's left side
was sore from sleeping heavily on his side.  While he was trying to get a
grasp of his surroundings, he knew that it was Rick that still was inside
of him, slowly pushing in and out of his hole.

"Do you ever give up?" Michael said half-laughing.

Rick was fully awake and fully aroused.  "No, you're going to be this way
too eventually.  You will learn control but you will also know when to
surrender to your animal passions."

"When do I get to fuck you?" Michael was enjoying the feeling of Rick's
cock.

Rick took a deep breath and reached his arm around to play with Michael's
nipple.  "You might get your chance; I've been known to switch roles."

Michael pushed his ass into Rick.  Rick grabbed Michael closer to himself
and whispered into Michael's ear.

"You are one fucking hot man.  Your ass is hungry but so is your soul.
Let's get this done, get our boys, and let's see how Mr. Reynolds is
doing."

About an hour later, Rick and Michael emerged from the bedroom in heavy
bathrobes, fresh from a hot shower where what was started in the bed
finished in the immense bathroom.  Outside the door were Nick and Robert
waiting to escort their men to breakfast.

Robert was happy to see Michael survived the night, but he saw something
different in his lover/master.  He stood a little taller, maybe?  He wasn't
quite sure what the difference was but he was truly grateful to see Michael
again.

Before Michael leaned over to kiss Robert, he asked Rick, "Is it okay if I
kiss Robert?"

Rick laughed.  "Of course it is.  You are initiating the contact.  Just
because you are discovering your masculinity doesn't mean you can't do the
romantic stuff.  Shit, I'm not even that tough on my lover."

Michael didn't have to ask a second time.  He grabbed Robert and kissed him
hard and fast. "Now that's done, what's for breakfast, I'm hungry!"

They knocked on the door to Randy and Steve's room but from the outside
they could hear obvious sounds of sex going on.  Someone was getting plowed
but it wasn't quite sure who was doing what to whom.

"I'll have Nick come back up to invite them to breakfast in a few minutes,"
Rick laughed.  "They're going to need some food soon."

The foursome proceeded down the staircase and through some rooms to the
patio outside of the main living area.  There a buffet for kings was laid
out.  The two men in their pressed white uniforms waited for the men to
serve themselves.  Once seated, coffee and juice was served.

"What about Tad?" Michael was concerned because no one has checked on him.

"We checked on him before meeting you outside your room."  Nick chimed.  "I
assume I'm off grounding, Sir?"

Rick leaned over and kissed Nick on the lips.  "Yes, you are.  Wonderful
job last night, you performed very well."

Michael was perplexed.  "I thought he was being punished?"

"He was," Nick finished sipping his coffee.  "He disobeyed me, but one
thing about Nick, it's only a temporary thing.  One of us has to be the
master, and Nick relinquished that role a long time ago.  What you saw on
the TV was part punishment, and partly Nick's fantasy realized.

Nick smiled.  "I can be a prick too."

The men laughed.

"So Robert," Rick turned.  "Are you enjoying your second visit to our
ranch?"

Robert put down his fork.  "Yes, sir, I am; especially since Michael is
here."

Rick pushed the envelope a bit further.  "What did you think of Nick's
dick?"

Robert almost choked on the juice he was drinking.  He shot a look at
Michael waiting for some disapproving sign.

"Yes, Robert, how was Nick?"  Michael continued eating without looking at
his lover.

"Well, Sir, uh, he was very fulfilling."

Both Rick and Nick laughed at Robert's answer.

"Michael I do apologize for bending the rule about your control over
Robert." Rick looked to Michael for some sort of displeasure.

Michael stood up to refill his plate.  "Actually considering what happened
between us Rick?  I am quite fine with it, Sir."

Robert suddenly became very uneasy.  He knew when Michael used the word
"sir"; it wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"What do you mean by that?" Sensing the uneasiness, Nick didn't wait for
Rick.

Michael finished filling his plate and turned to the group.  "As much as I
have experienced in the last few weeks, this shouldn't bother me, but it
does.  My life is in total upheaval.  Now I'm privy to some experiment this
weekend that is supposed to help me come into my own.  I don't know what to
think."

Rick was impressed.  "Well at least you have the balls to admit you're
scared."

"Scared?" Michael said with some pent up anger.  "You think this is scared?
This is chaos.  I never dreamed this would ever happen.  This has totally
turned my life upside down."

The three men just looked at Michael as he began to eat.  Rick knew this
would happen.  He knew it would be best if Nick and he left for awhile.

"Robert, Michael, I'm sorry but I need to tend to some other duties, would
you please excuse me?"  Rick stood up.  "Gentlemen, enjoy the breakfast, we
shall resume training in awhile."

"I should get to my chores too," Nick stood.

Rick dismissed the staff for the time being.

 Both men quickly exited but stopped well out of the earshot of Robert and
Michael.

"Sir, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but are you sure this was a good
idea?"  Nick questioned Rick.

Rick looked back at Michael.  "No, that was normal.  He is going to be
chaotic for awhile.  Look at what we know about his personal and business
life, he will come around.  Trust me."

Robert sat and picked at his food.  Michael devoured his food and drank his
coffee.  There were no words to be exchanged.  Michael did not look at
Robert.

Robert removed his collar and placed it on the table.  He turned to Michael
and touched his hand.  Michael didn't move.

"Do you know how much respect I have for you?"  Robert finally spoke.

"What?" Michael looked Robert.

Robert repeated his question.  "Do you know how much respect I have for
you?"

"No." Michael was short.

"Michael, look at me."  Robert waited for Michael to look.  He waited and
then speaking with more force, "MICHAEL, look at me!"

Michael moved his head to see the face of his lover.  He noticed the collar
was off.

"Why did you take off your collar?" Michael sarcastically continued.
"Won't Mr. Rick get angry for that?"

"Michael, this isn't a game."  Robert answered.  "Yes, wearing leather and
collars and all that is part of the scene but this, I mean this right now,
is about you and me.  Do you want me to put it back on?

"Do what you want, I don't fuckin' care."  Michael was angry now.

Robert moved to kneel by Michael.  "Michael, I respect everything you've
done for me.  At Wylie and Sons you've given me huge responsibility, but
between us, I see you evolving into something that isn't like a wounded
puppy."

"I am not an animal." Michael was staring off into the distance.

"No, you're not, I'm sorry." Robert responded.  "But you were hurt by your
ex.  We all saw it at work.  You were slowly bouncing back at work when
what happened between us really took hold.  I know our relationship is
ethically wrong; we shouldn't be involved, a superior and subordinate.  Bu
compared to what you were you have grown in confidence about who you are.
Does any of this matter?"

"I just don't get how my life became chaotic?"  Michael stood up and walked
to the edge of the patio.

Robert stood up and moved behind Michael.  He hugged Michael's torso.
"Your life isn't as chaotic as you think it is.  It can only be chaotic if
you choose NOT to take control."

Michael was confused.  He felt stronger this morning than he had in the
past, but something inside of him hurt.  He had never cried as a boy or as
a man, but the dam broke and he started to shed tears.

"I'm tired of acting like I'm strong when inside I feel terribly
inadequate.  I feel partly to blame that I wasn't watching Thomas's
backside with this whole Dillingham mess.  I failed my marriage.  I feel
like I'm not worthy of you."

Robert pressed into Michael tighter.  Robert didn't know what to say.  He
had never experienced what Michael was going through.  What love he had for
this man was only amplified because of Michael's willingness to be
vulnerable for him now.

"You probably think I'm a pussy because I'm crying," Michael broke Robert's
embrace to search out something to dry his face with."

Robert followed.  "No, it shows incredible strength to cry.  Michael, I
love you.  I have never wanted anyone more."

Michael looked at Robert.  He had said he loved Robert before but now it
was something different.  It wasn't just his head talking, it was his
heart.  Michael dried his face and stood before Robert.

"I love you, too."  Michael bent over and started to kiss Robert.  Gentle
and tenderly, Robert tasted the left over tears on Michael's lips.

"So you are okay?"  Robert asked.

"No, I'm not totally okay but I'll be fine," Michael continued.  "So you
get off on this stuff?  I mean this leather and collar crap?"

Robert smiled.  "Yeah, it's just a thing or a fetish."

"Do you expect me to treat you this way in the bedroom every time we fuck,"
Michael smiled at the notion, "or is this a one-time thing to play with my
mind?"

Robert pulled away from Michael.  He knew he had to answer.  "Michael,
whether you and I do this again or not, isn't really a big deal.  I know
you get off being on top.  I get off being on bottom.  The reason you're
here this weekend is to learn from Rick.  We knew it would be a risk
bringing you out here this early in your coming out, but..."

"We?" interrupted Michael.  "Who is `we'?"

"Randy and me," Robert watched for Michael to become angry.

Michael smiled.  "So I was part of the plan huh?"  He started to laugh in a
disbelieving manner.  "I've been played."

Robert wasn't sure where Michael was going with his thoughts.  "Michael,
you knew that Randy and I used to play around.  You gave me permission to
come out here the other night.  It was when we were having a little fun,
well Randy, Rick and me, that I mentioned how much you might like this
place."

Michael just sat listening.

"Rick questioned both Randy and me," Robert continued.  "He asked a lot of
questions.  He was genuinely interested in you.  I think even as I spoke,
and I spoke very well of you, Sir, that he extended an invitation to you.
That's why you're here.  But whatever you think Michael, you are not being
played; this for you to understand yourself better."

Michael just processed what Robert said.  He didn't feel like a total wimp
but something was changing in him.  Was his relationship with Robert just
sex?  No.  He knew that he respected this kid.  He knew that loved this
kid, and it wasn't like infatuation love; there was something deep, but yet
young.  The hardest part he dealt with was his gayness.  He was out of his
element.

"So," Robert broke Michael's thoughts, "what are you thinking?"

"Not so much thinking," Michael looked at Robert.  "So this isn't a game?"

"No," Robert said.  "Like Sir said to me the other night.  It will be a
means to an end."

"But you never asked my earlier question, is this a one-time thing or
something on going?"

"I'm not going to lie, I like what's going on here this weekend," Robert
felt his dick getting warm, "but what I have with you is much more
important than collars or leather or being dominated. "

Michael smiled.  "You'd better put back on the collar."

"Are you sure you want this?" Robert reached for the collar.

As Robert began to reattach it around his neck, Michael ensured it was
firmly in place.  He turned Robert around and grabbed the ring.  "Of course
I do, you're gonna be my bitch for the rest of the weekend."

They laughed and kissed a bit more before walking down the grassy knoll
from the patio.

As they left, Randy and Steve came out to get some fresh air and food after
witnessing the exchange between Michael and Robert.  The two servants came
back out to ensure they took care of the broad-bodied, overly sexed men.

"See, told you the kid was good," Randy said to Steve.  "Robert is a
charmer, but he's got to come clean with Michael soon or else there might
be a different hell to pay."

As much pleasure was had by the foursome, Tad Reynolds was in a world of
pain.  His night was filled with overstimulation of his ass and dick; he
lost count after the fourth orgasm.  Now, whenever he got close to cumming,
his balls were churning in pain because he couldn't keep up.  He'd feel his
body explode in what should be a pleasurable experience only to have his
ball remind him he had nothing to show for it.

All of a sudden manipulations stopped.

Rick had Nick go down to the playroom while he shut down the power.  Nick
carefully removed the milking apparatus from Tad's dick but left the
vibrating dildo in his ass.

"Oh thank you," Tad said in relief.

"I wouldn't thank me yet; your training is still not completed."  Nick
whispered in Tad's ear.

"Training, what's going on here?"  Tad strained to see but his eyes were
fully covered.  "What did I do to deserve this?"

Rick's voice came over the intercom.  "You are here for reassignment
training."

"Reassignment training?"  Tad stretched to listen carefully.

"Yes Tad, you've been a naughty little boy."  Rick was taunting as Nick
prepared the next training for Tad.  "We found your stash of porn on your
computer and those magazines.  What would people think if they found out
that you were a fag?"  Rick waited for Tad's answer.

Tad didn't answer.  Whatever struggle he had in his body, it now was
deflated.  Rick waited for an answer and decided to force it out with a
reminder of turning up the dildo in his ass.

"Alright, I'll obey," Tad screamed.  "Fuck, you're gonna kill me!"

"Oh now Tad, we wouldn't want to do that.  You are young and fine piece of
male flesh.  We have other plans for you!"  Rick turned the dial down to
zero on Tad's ass.

Tad just groaned.  "What do I need to do?"

"Close your eyes while my assistant places some special goggles on your
face.  Let me warn you, if you look, you will be punished."

Tad didn't want any more punishment.  The blindfold was quickly changed
with an awkward set of goggles.  Instantly they lit up and different scenes
of men fucking men, first twinks, then bears, and finally master/slave
combinations played out. Tad tried not to watch but it was difficult to
shut his eyes.

Nick then placed a special tube around Tad's deflated dick.  It suctioned
to the soft meat so as not to fall off.

"Okay Tad, here's a lesson in control.  We aren't going to milk you any
longer but now we're going to punish you if you get hard.  The harder you
get, the more pain you'll feel."  Rick was enjoying this.  The apparatus
was specifically set to his size.  It would deliver non-injury type shocks
to Tad's dick with each inch of growth.

"Why are you doing this to me?"  Tad yelled.  "Hello?  Anyone, please,
answer me!"

Nick rejoined Rick in the booth.  "Stay here and monitor his progress.  I
don't think it will take more than an hour and we'll have totally broken
him."  Rick watched Tad as he struggled to remain soft.  Rick knew Tad was
weak.  Even as he left, he could hear Tad grimace in pain.

Rick rejoined the men on the patio.  Michael and Robert just returned from
their walk while Randy and Steve finished their breakfast.

"So Randy, did you have to fight for a little dominance last night in bed?"
Michael made the first shot.

"Yeah, Steve is in better shape than I thought, but he was my bitch at one
point."  Randy scratched his full stomach and stretched.

"What the fuck?!" Steve sputtered.  "You loved me being on top and screamed
like a cum whore in heat for my dick to release in you."

"Yeah, believe what you want Steve because no one is going to believe you."
Randy retorted.

Rick smiled.  "We could go to video and see if that's true Randy.  You
were, after all, taped."

Randy blushed three shades of red.

"Geez, Randy, I never thought I'd see you blush...what would all the men
say down at the bar?"  Robert got his jab in but ducked because he knew
what was coming.

"Listen boy," Randy stood up grabbing his ample meat.  "You've taken a ride
on my dick a few times and I know you loved it so don't be spreadin' no
shit."

The group laughed.

"So how is Tad doing, Sir?"  Robert asked.

"Oh he's coming along very well."  Rick was pleased.  "I'd say in about an
hour he's going to be pretty happy to have some time away from my playroom
and in my bedroom."

Michael was less unnerved about the talk of Tad.

"Tell me something, Rick," Randy asked.  "Should Michael be looking for a
new employee soon?"

Michael shot Randy a look.  Randy knew what was going on.

"Only if Tad's services could be used better here," Rick answered.

"So what's on the agenda today, Rick?"  Michael asked feeling the need to
move onto another subject.

"Well it's time for us to continue our training."  Rick felt it was good to
move back to Michael's training.  "Randy and Steve, you may want to head
down to the stables and take a ride on the horses.  Robert, I think you can
join Michael and me."

The five men all separated.  Rick took Michael into the library.  Robert
was in tow but now back in his submissive position.

"Robert, you may kneel at Michael's feet."  Rick commanded as he sat
directly across from Michael. Robert did as he told.  "I suppose you have
many questions?"

Michael didn't know where to begin but quickly found his first question.

"What are your intentions for Tad?"  Michael was thinking like a boss now.

"Oh very well," Rick sighed.  "The boy is a fag.  He just doesn't care to
admit it, yet.  My intention is to break him, teach him, and make him a
slave.  He won't be a slave in the case of serving me, but he'll be my
sexual play toy.  It's been awhile since I've had a boy like Tad."

Michael smiled just a bit thinking of Tad as a sexual plaything but then
questioned further.  "Am I going to have to give him up at Wylie & Sons?"

"No, I train my slaves to be independent of me for their survival."  Nick
pressed a button for his servants.  "You actually may see a marked
improvement when I'm finished.  I am fair but firm.  He will learn pain and
he will learn submission.  Hell, if he acts up at work, I can even give you
permission to fuck with him, if you want."

"No, no, that won't be necessary.  I'll leave that to you." Michael
rebutted.  "But how are you breaking him?"

"Right about now, he's being trained, somewhat like a Pavlovian dog."  Rick
signaled his servant to come into the room.  "Before I finish, are either
of you thirsty?"

Michael looked at Robert.  "We will both take a tall glass of iced water,
if you please."

"Please bring their requests and please bring me some iced tea." Rick sent
his servant away.

"Is it safe to talk in front of these men?"  Michael asked.

"Oh most definitely, they were once unruly young men.  Let's just say, I
provide services that go far beyond training men sexually.  Next to the
stables, I have about 10 young men who have all been trained.  They all get
paid very well and live in a very well-equipped bunkhouse."

"And this is all because of the Sons of Mars?"  Michael was curious.

Rick laughed.  "No, Randy must have told you that Nick and I are sought
after, no?"

"Yes."  Michael felt a lump in his throat.

"We are extremely particular about whom we train. " At this point the
servant returned with the men's drinks.  "Some in the gay community would
consider us a fetish; I guess they'd be correct to some degree.  However,
we are more than playing games.  We train men to be masters and to be
submissives.  I use the word `slave' a lot but I don't see it as such.  A
submissive still owns his soul and should be allowed to be independent to
some degree.  What Nick and I teach is how to command respect but to give
respect.  It's not about being evil-spirited, because trust me, there are
those masters who are and give us a bad name.  We simply take those who are
truly interested and train them.  We have men all over the world who have
come here, and we are well-compensated."

Michael was impressed.  He felt more at ease now.  "But am I to become a
master?"

Rick smiled.  "Only if you want to, but I see something different in you.
The reason I made you wear these clothes is to help you realize there is
another side, commanding and authoritative that you need to rediscover.
Robert is a means to an end and is truly a submissive, aren't you son?"

Robert looked up.  "Sir, I am."

"I see that there's more than a role of master/slave here.  Oh make no
mistake, I see you two have many years together, if not a lifetime, but
Michael, you need to be assured that even when Robert is pounding your ass
with his dick, you're in control of who you are."  Rick stood up.

"With your permission, Micheal, may I borrow Robert?"  Rick waited for
Michael's answer.

"Yes." Michael knew a lesson was about to start.

"Come here boy."  Rick pointed to his feet.  Robert crawled the 10 feet
over to where Rick stood and kneeled with his head bowed in front of Rick.

"Good boy."  Rick looked at Michael.  "I have had your boy.  He took a ride
on my dick and knows the power of my sexual energy, but as I stated late
last night, this isn't about sex, it's about harnessing your sexuality,
your masculinity into something that you control.  Men, unfortunately, are
dogs; even those that live in marital bliss still long to ride into the
night and deposit their sperm into whatever moves.  What makes you
different Michael is that you can control your urges.  Right now, do you
wish to fuck this boy?"

Michael was startled by the question.  It wasn't so much by the question
but the way the word `fuck' turned him on.  His dick was getting hard just
thinking about the word `fuck'.

"Well Michael, I'm waiting."  Rick felt Michael's hesitancy.

"Yes, I would like to fuck him."  Michael sneered just a bit.

Rick moved away from Robert and stood next to Michael.  "Stand, please."

Robert stayed kneeling.  Once again his dick was in a most awkward and
painful position.  He wanted his Michael to fuck him silly.

"You see the difference between men like us, and submissives like Robert is
that there is a status or position we each hold.  Submissives yearn to
serve.  It doesn't make them less of a man, but even in the wild, there is
an alpha and there is an omega.  Robert lives to serve you.  Even at work,
in his leadership position, he is still submissive to you and wants nothing
more to please you."

Michael made the connection.  He hadn't realized it before, but before him,
kneeling on the floor, was a man, a boy, a submissive, that did what he
commanded.  "Yes, I understand.  Even we're making love, I feel in control.
When I work and he follows, I feel strong.  Is that what this is?"

"Yes," hissed Rick.  "The reason Tad Reynolds is in my playroom isn't
because he's a fag hater, it's because he's confused.  He's a submissive
too, but doesn't understand that yet.  In his past life, it may have been a
domineering parent, a bully in school, or his own self-doubt, but he's
terribly confused.  I've seen several men like him before.  When I'm
finished with him, he'll know his position with both you and me."

Robert could feel the blood intensifying his hard-on to new proportions.
He wanted to be fucked by Michael.  His body began to glisten from the heat
of the anticipation.

"Go ahead Michael." Rick stepped back.  "Take Robert and have him now."

Michael felt powerful.  He felt as if a new man was breaking out inside of
him.  He felt his body calm from its excited state but still he felt the
blood coursing through his veins as he watched Robert kneel quietly across
the room.

"No, I think I'd like to see what's happening with Tad."  Michael turned
toward Rick.  "Can I go see him?"

Rick was surprised.  This was the first time he had someone like Michael
want to wait to take a submissive.  "Are you sure?  I wouldn't want this
fine piece of young manhood to have to suffer very long."

"Yes, I am."  Michael shook his head affirmatively.

"Then what are we to do with your boy?" Rick questioned.

For the first time, Michael realized that he could control his sexual
urges.  Not that his sexual urges neither made him weak nor did his love
for Robert, but he really wanted to wait.

"He looks a bit tired.  I think he should have to retire to our room and
rest."  Michael looked at Robert and said the one word that Robert least
wanted to hear: "Stand!"

Robert stood up and turned toward the two men.  His head was bowed.  He was
discouraged because Michael wasn't going to take him.

"Go to our room and lie down."  Michael saw that Robert wasn't happy.  Just
as Robert passed Michael, Michael said, "Stop."

At this point, Michael reached under Robert's bowed head and raised his
chin.  "I love you" was all that Michael said and a small smile came from
Robert.  "Now go."

Rick watched the exchange.  He couldn't help to be a bit envious of
Michael.  Michael had yet to fully understand what he had in Robert.  He
saw the love these men had for each other.  It was still young love, but it
was love.  He knew that their relationship would be about mutual respect
and love, but Michael would have the upper hand.

When Robert left the room, Rick turned to leave.  "So how do you feel,
Michael?"

"I wanted to fuck him right there on your floor.  I wanted him and I knew
he wanted me, but something inside, no, I wanted to wait.  Before we'd be
like two dogs in heat.  Now, it's different. Why?"

"I am simply giving you some tools.  You might even think of me as a
pseudo-psychologist," Rick turned down the hallway, "but the reality is,
the problem with men today is that they've been emasculated by several
factors.  It could be a mother, a wife, a corporation, an event, something,
anything that literally cuts them off from their potential.  Even I was a
major fuck-up at one time."

"I find that hard to believe."  Michael rebuffed.

"Oh yes, I've been there, before a very wise, older man taught me the
ways." Rick smiled, remember the days gone by.

"I was traveling in Europe and got into some trouble.  You know how we are
when we're young.  I got into a rough crowd one night, partying, smoking
weed, when I was viciously beaten.  I came onto one of the guys and this
group bashed me pretty hard.  Fortunately, Luis, my eventual mentor, found
me and nursed me back to health.  He invited me to stay with him."

Michael was intrigued that Rick was opening up with him so quickly.

"Luis wasn't gay but he ascertained that I was.  He helped me get my head
straight, earn some money, and allowed me into the Sons of Mars.  I was
very lucky.  Eventually I wanted to come back home to the United States and
let Luis know.  He understood the need to be home and on our final night
together, I showed my appreciation by making love with him."

Rick stopped and sighed for a moment, as if he was reliving a painful
memory.

"Luis reminded me he wasn't gay, actually, he was quite the ladies man.
But I insisted in showing him my gratitude in the only manner I could.
Luis was a bear of a man, beautifully covered in silver hair, well-kept
beard and very muscular.  I enjoyed making love to him that night and
letting him enter me.  It was that same position, the one I was with you
that night, which he finished with me.  You see, we drank the liquid that
you drank.  He passed his essence to me as I passed my essence to you."

"It sounds as if you loved him." Michael commented.

"Yes, you could say that, but it wasn't a kind of love that was returned.
It was more of a deep, abiding friendship and respect that we shared.
Unfortunately, not soon after I left, Luis was killed in a car accident."
Rick showed little emotion except for one tear.

Michael knew it might feel awkward but he hugged Rick.  It was a firm hug,
but not too long.

"Why did you share this with me?"  Michael said.

"I like you Michael.  I think you need to understand that I do not share my
story with many.  My circle of friends is extremely small and just as Randy
and Robert both thought you would benefit from your time here; I trust that
when this weekend is over, we can become friends, too."  Rick continued
walking towards the playroom door.

Once again, Michael realized that his circle of friends was extremely
small.  "Whether it matters or not, I want you to know that I'm going enjoy
being your friend too."

Rick turned to Michael before opening the door.  "You sure you're ready for
this?"

Michael sneered.  "Yeah, I am.  Let's both complete his training."

Rick opened the door to find Nick at the controls.

"So how is our trainee doing, Nick?"  Rick spoke as Michael closed the
door.

"Oh he broke faster than you expected.  I think it's a new record, 30
minutes."  Nick laughed.

"What were you doing to him?" Michael scanned the monitors to see what was
now attached to Tad's dick.

"It's a rather nifty device.  Each inch he grows a shock of electricity
hits his dick.  Usually it takes about an hour for a trainee to stop, but
Tad," Nick continued, "well, it was a record."

"Does it do any damage?" Michael was a bit concerned for Tad's health.

Rick opened the door down to the main playroom.  "No, it just reminds them
they aren't in control."

Rick went down to where Tad lay strapped.  "Well it seems your training is
finished for now.  Do you need to go to the restroom?"

Tad was dazed.  His eyes were now tired from the visual stimulus, his body
limp from the physical pain.

"I don't know.  I'm so hungry and thirsty."  Tad managed to whisper.

"I am not a cruel person Tad, I think it's time for you to get up.  Give me
a moment while I unhook you." Rick said as he signaled for Nick.

"You should stay up here for now, Michael."  Nick said, "I don't you to
ruin his surprise later."

Michael sat down and watched.  Once Nick was down in the playroom, slowly
Rick and Nick disassembled the tube and the dildo from Tad's body.  Before
they unstrapped Tad, they both put zippered hoods on their heads.

"You might want to close your eyes because you've been blindfolded awhile
and your eyes will not adjust very quickly to the light."  Nick started to
unhook the goggles.

Tad made the mistake of opening his eyes too quickly and then grimacing in
pain because of the intense light of the room.  Slowly he opened his eyes
again and tears filled his dry eyes as he adjusted to the light.

Nick and Rick knew this part all too well.  Even willing trainees had
troubles once they were unstrapped from the table.  Slowly, they unhooked
Tad's legs and then arms.

"You need to be careful as you stand because you have not had proper blood
flow to your legs in the last hours.  Let us help you up."  Rick commanded
Tad.

Very carefully Tad stood on his feet then felt the blood return to his
arms.  He wanted to fight but was too weakened by his position on the
board.  Both Nick and Rick supported them as they led him to a door that
was only accessible by a key that Nick had pulled out of his pants and
opened.

Michael now viewed a new screen to the left when the light came on in the
room.  He saw a sparse room with just a bed, toilet and sink.  Carefully,
Nick and Rick laid Tad down.

"I will bring you something to drink and eat very shortly.  You may rest
until we're back."  Nick said as he went to the door.

"I'm not hungry as much as I'm thirsty." Tad grumbled.

"You will eat and you will drink."  Rick stated clearly.  "You have much
more to endure today and I can't have you fading away.  Do you understand?"

Tad didn't answer.

"TAD!  I said do you understand?" Rick asked again louder.

"Yes, damn it, I understand, now leave me the fuck alone!"  Tad turned away
and started to sob but no tears came out.

Both men exited and Nick locked the door.  From the monitor Michael could
see Tad lying on the bed, convulsing from his raw show of emotion.

The men removed their masks and headed back up to the control room.

"Get him fed in the next 30 minutes."  Rick directed Nick.  "Make sure it's
light on solids but heavy on protein drinks.  Oh, I know he's weakened but
make sure to have one of the boys help you in case he causes trouble.  You
know what to do if he does."

Nick left very quickly.

Michael wasn't nervous about this any longer.  Actually, the more he
watched Tad, the more he became aroused.

"Interesting, isn't it?" Nick watched Michael.  "You know, I could teach
you some basic bondage stuff that I know Robert would like. You might enjoy
spicing it up a bit."

Michael laughed.  "How could it be any spicier when I fucked my boy on my
desk at work or cum all over his tie and presented it to you?"

"Oh you have no idea!"  Rick laughed.

Robert laid down but was restless. "Why would he choose Tad over me?"
Robert knew it was silly.  He had Michael for himself but there was this
streak of jealousy that came over him.  "After all, it was me that got him
to come here."

Robert couldn't stand it.  He was hot, horny, and tired.  He wanted to
release his load.  "Fuck, my dick is on fire.  I want to jack off but I
can't; only with Michael's permission."

Little did Robert know that he was being watched by Michael from the
playroom.  Michael asked Rick to tune into their room.

"He's restless, you should go to him." Rick mentioned.

"Yeah, he probably wants to jack off." Michael laughed.  "How can I compete
with his sexual energy?"

"Let me ask you a question," Rick sat next to Michael.  The monitors
flashed on from both Tad's captivity and the guest room.  "How does this
make you feel, watching Tad and watching Robert?"

"Like a voyeur, actually."  Michael's mind was thinking.  "I know this
might sound really off the wall, but I want to see Robert fuck Tad."

"Really?"  Rick was surprised.  "Why's that?"

"A couple of weeks ago, I caught Tad making some pretty homophobic remarks.
I had left my planner in our board room and busted in on the fun.  Andy was
there, too."  Michael's gaze now was on Tad.

"Randy's Andy?" Rick asked.

"Yes," Michael answered back, "the very same one.  When Andy got beat up, I
thought it was Tad, but I was wrong.  Tad is just a jerk that needed an
attitude adjustment."

Rick smiled.  "Well he's getting one helluva one this weekend."

"Yeah, I guess."  Michael said.  "Anyway, I knew about Robert being gay
(it's a story for another time) and I got really pissed off and I guess
something inside of me snapped.  It was as if I wanted to protect Robert."

"Really? Do you think you had feelings for Robert at that time?"  Rick
wanted to know more.

"I don't know, well yeah.  It's that chaos thing again." Michael
remembered.  "My divorce was final; I was in a compromising position in a
gay bar that I had no business being in.  If it weren't for Robert
protecting me from Randy's advances, I think I'd probably have an
incredibly loose hole about now."

"Interesting," Rick hesitated.  "You know we talk about finding your
inner-masculinity, your inner-man, if you will, but how do you feel about
being gay?"

Michael's head dipped a bit.  "Can I tell you I'm not sure?"

Rick waited and then let out a loud laugh.  Michael wasn't sure to make of
this explosion of laughter.

"Fuck man, if you're not sure, then you have a funny way of showing it."
Rick continued to laugh.  "You are gay, trust me.  You just need to figure
out how you're going to deal with the world's perception of it, and that,
my friend, I cannot help you with."

"How do you do it?"  Michael questioned Rick.

"I'm not gay."  Rick laughed even louder than before.  "No, seriously, I
just personally say, `fuck `em' if they can't handle it, it's their
problem."

Nick entered the room with the tray with one of the hunkier men on their
ranch in tow.

"Sorry Michael, this is Jean-Claude.  Jean-Claude, this is Michael."  Nick
made introductions while Michael stood to shake his hand.

Rick quickly stopped him.  "Uh no, Michael, he cannot shake your hand.  He
is not permitted to.  My submissives on the ranch all have to maintain
their position at all times."

"Oh sorry," Michael awkwardly sat down.

"That's okay," Rick said.  "Jean-Claude is one of my longest serving
submissives and one of most trusted trainers.  He works with the horses on
the ranch."

Nick and Jean-Claude descended into the playroom.  Both men put on their
zippered masks before entering the room.  Nick handed Jean-Claude the tray
while he fished out the key.  Rick gave Nick the thumbs up and they two men
entered.

Tad had remained on the bed the entire time.  He heard the door open and
began to slowly sit up.  He was incredibly hungry and very thirsty.  The
two men entered the room and placed the tray on the table.

"Get up and eat." Nick commanded.

Jean-Claude moved towards Tad to assist him.  Tad needed little help to the
table.  He sat down and started to drink the water.  Nick made sure to
bring a large pitcher.  As Tad ate the soft food and drank the protein
drinks, he felt his strength coming back.

"How do you feel?" Nick asked.

"I feel better."  Tad was relieved that he wasn't on the board anymore.
"What's going to happen to me?  You aren't going to kill me, are you?"

"No," Nick replied.  "The hard part is over for you, if you remain good.
If you fight us, then you will return to be punished."

"Oh no, I'll do what you want." Tad said.

Rick beamed.  "I got you!"

Michael was even surprised.  "That doesn't mean he's going to bend to being
fucked is he?"

"No, that will come later.  It's the pain-pleasure syndrome.  He's endured
much pain.  We are meeting his needs, basic needs, and he will come to
trust us very soon."

"Can I get some clothes?" Tad asked.  The fact he was still naked made him
shiver.

"I think that can be arranged." Nick said.  "I will see what I can do for
you."

The two allowed Tad to finish his food and drink.  They quickly exited the
room and locked up.  Tad had no idea what time of day it was, or if days or
weeks had passed.  It was all a blur.  While he would normally feel like a
prisoner, something was taking over his thoughts.  He wasn't quite sure
what it was, but it was some secure feeling that he had missed for some
time.

As Jean-Claude and Nick reentered the control room, Rick gave instructions
to have Tad dressed in jeans and a t-shirt but no shoes or socks.

The two men left quickly.

"So you want Robert to fuck Tad?" Rick returned to their previous
conversation.

Michael thought about it for a moment.  He smiled then sneered a bit.
"Yeah, I want him to plug Tad's ass good."

"Your wish is my command." Rick answered.

"But first, I'd better go take care of Robert before he explodes."  Michael
looked at the monitor where Robert was lying down.

"Care if I watch?" Rick asked.

"I'm counting on it." Michael opened the door and left.

Randy and Steve were enjoying their ride.  Rick's ranch was huge.  The
midday sun was beaming down on their sweaty bodies so they chose to stop
and water the horses at the pond about three miles out.

"Did you see that Jean-Claude back in the stables?"  Steve whistled.

"Fuck, he has to be the hugest guy I've seen in awhile.  He might even be
bigger than Nick." Randy smiled.

"When did we get to be such horny ol' fucks?" Steve took off his shirt and
sought the shade of the tree by the pond.

"I don't know who you're thinking of as `old' here, but you remember the
old days.  There was no pussy or young punk's ass we wouldn't tap if the
reason was right." Randy remarked.  "You remember that one Latino kid we
did that night when we found him whoring himself to old guys in the alley?"

"Enrique?" Steve answered.  "You know what he does now?"

"You mean other than guys?" Randy laughed.

"Shit man, he's like seriously doing well." Steve sniffed his pits noting
that he needed a shower.  "The guy is married, got five kids; manages a
chain out in LA.  He's on track to own one franchise in the next year or
so."

"We're talking about cock-sucking, ass-licking Enrique?"  Randy was
surprised.

"Fuck yeah. He hires me on the side to do some background checks on the
people he hires.  He sells high-end electronics so he can't have employees
walking out with merchandise so in trade for my services, I get to fuck his
tight ass on a regular basis."  Steve adjusted his cock.  "Damn, I got to
be getting back to LA soon so I can take a dip on him."

Randy couldn't believe his friend.  "Well yeah, you seemed to like it last
night when I took a ride on your hairy ass."

Steve looked at Randy.  "Seemed like old times, didn't it bro? It's all
good."

The breeze blew lightly over their bodies.  Being out in the open,
bare-chested, the men felt calm for the first time in a week.

"Damn, I wonder how Andy is doing?" It was the first time Randy allowed
himself to think about Andy.

"Why don't you call him?"  Steve handed Randy his cell.

Randy opened the cell but it could get a signal.  "Damn, no signal.  It's
okay, I'll do it later."

"Hey bro, do you know when you talk about Andy, you get that stupid-ass
grin on your face." Steve teased a bit, but knew he hit a nerve.

Randy tried to stop the inevitable smile but couldn't.  "Shit, stop that!"
Randy looked out on the pasture and heard the call of the meadowlarks.

"Yeah, I know I light up." Randy smiled even more.  "It just scares me."

"What scares you man?  That you'll get your heart broken again?"  Steve
moved closer to Randy. "Fuck, I have yet to find that perfect person.  I'm
okay if it doesn't happen for me.  But baby, you need Andy."

Randy tried hard not to let a tear fall, but he failed.  "Yeah, yeah, and
Andy needs me."

"No, he doesn't need you.  You did that shit once, remember?  It only
brought you heartache and pain.  You can't save Andy." Steve could see he
hit a nerve.

"You don't understand." Randy yelled.

"The fuck I don't."  Steve got angry.  "You can't control someone's life.
You literally went broke and drove yourself mad drinking over that piece of
shit who I won't even say his name.  You're not in love because you want to
save people; you're in love because something in Andy completes you."

"What in the fuck do you understand about love?" Randy stood up and started
for the horses.

Steve got up, grabbed Randy's arm and faced him.  "You and I have seen a
lot of shit in our day.  Remember, we were cops together?  Men beating on
their wives or girlfriends, people shot because of jealousy or cheating.
Now we're private dicks and we expose people for the piece of shit they
are.  Don't tell me I don't know what love is."

Randy wanted to haul off and kick his buddy's ass.  He shoved Steve
backward but Steve was ready for it.  Randy went to his horse and began
checking his saddle.

"Go ahead," Steve screamed.  "Go ahead and run off like the piece of
chicken shit you are.  If you love me like a brother then listen to what I
have to say."

Randy stopped his check and turned around.  "Okay, fuckhead, tell me what I
need to hear."

Steve calmed down a bit and continued.  "I see how you care for Andy.
Hell, you do the same thing to Michael and Robert because you're a big man
with a big heart.  Andy would be lucky to have a man like you at his side.
He doesn't need a papa bear trying to make him into some Son of Mars shit
and he is not your latest project, he is a young man that needs to be loved
and you need his love too.  Does this make sense?"

Randy thought silently about his buddy's words.  Steve was right.  It
didn't mean that he needed to stop supporting Andy, he had to learn how to
let Andy love him back.

"Yeah, it does."  Randy went back to checking the saddle.

Steve approached Randy from behind and tapped his shoulder.  Randy turned
to see Steve smiling.

"You are such a dumbfuck sometimes.  Don't ruin this."  Steve grabbed Randy
and gave him a big ol' bear hug.  The two men kissed.

"So how about we go find ourselves some French-named stud and have us some
fun?" Steve went to his horse.

"There you go, always thinkin' with your dick!" Randy laughed as he mounted
his horse.

"Hey it works for me." Steve mounted his ride and the two took off into the
hot summer day.

Michael entered the room quietly to see Robert finally napping.  Very
silently he walked to the bed and reached over to Robert's naked torso and
started to play with his nips.  He pulled and twisted them in an effort to
wake his lover.

Robert stirred but wasn't sure what was going on.  When he turned and
lazily opened his eyes, he smiled to see it was Michael.

"When did you come in?" Robert stretched.

"Oh just a few seconds ago," Michael smiled a bit.  "Had a little trouble
sleeping?"

Robert remembered why he had a hard time sleeping.  He didn't want to cause
drama but he knew better than to question his lover.

Michael was getting pretty good at reading Robert's expressions.  He could
tell something was troubling his boy.  "What is it?"

"No," Robert looked away, "I'm not allowed to ask, Sir."

Michael grabbed the ring in Michael's collar and pulled him up.  "Answer!"

Robert didn't know if Michael was playing or serious.  "You chose Tad over
fucking me?"

Michael reached for Robert's tit and turned it enough to get Robert's
attention.  It wasn't meant to hurt, just surprise Robert.

"You should know better than to ask that question, boy."  Michael wasn't
angry but he wasn't pleased either.  "Strip."

Robert knew something was different here.  Again, he didn't know if Michael
was playing a game, doing some new role play, or both.  Robert stood up and
complete stripped down.  He stood before Michael.

Michael walked around Robert.  Yes, Michael though, he had one of the
finest pieces of asses in his command.  He loved Robert but was just a bit
pissed that Robert would ever think that he would choose Tad over his boy.

Michael moved to the bench at the end of the bed.  "Come here and bend over
my lap."

Robert knew this wasn't an act; Michael was serious.  Robert bent over
Michael's leather-covered legs.  Michael was sure to position Robert's
stiffening cock between his legs.  He was amazed that his boy was getting
aroused at the thought of being spanked.

Without as much of a warning, Michael's hand came down on Robert's cheek.
Robert wasn't ready for it so there wasn't a chance to firm up to help
relieve the blow.  Michael then smacked Robert's other ass cheek.  Robert
felt the sting of Michael's hand on his ass.

"Before I continue," Michael spoke.  "Do you think I would allow myself to
choose that piece of shit Tad Reynolds over you?"

Before Robert could speak, another whack came flying on Robert's ass.  "No
Sir, I am sorry."

WHACK!  Another stinging blow was felt.  "I'm sorry?" Michael was in the
mood to punish but also to taunt a bit too.  "Is that all I get?"

WHACK!  "Sir, I'm sorry, I won't think that again."  This time tears
started to well up in Robert's eyes.  Michael knew that he had made his
point.

"Get up!" Robert stood up immediately.  He didn't dare wipe the tears from
his eyes.

"I want you to understand something." Michael stood up and went nose to
nose with Robert. "Look at me."

Robert's eyes moved toward Michael's.

"You are mine and I am yours.  I love you but I will not tolerate petty
jealousy from you."  Michael spoke clearly, enunciating each syllable.  "It
is a sign of weakness and you should know better than to think that I would
put anyone else before you."

Robert felt ashamed.  His eyes lowered.

"Look at me." Michael continued.  "Do we understand each other?"

Robert looked up.  His eyes full of tears he answered a very silent.
"Yes...Sir."

Rick watched from the control room.  He was amazed that Michael would take
such extreme measures but approved of what he did.  Rick did not know that
Nick was waiting for him.  Rick sensed his presence and asked, "So what do
you think now?"

"He is good." Nick walked to his master.  "And I see you need release, may
I?"

Rick reached up to his sometime lover and said, "I would like that.  Would
you like to do it here, or in the playroom?"

Nick grabbed Rick's hand and they descended into the playroom.  The same
board that was used to train Tad, now was adjusted so Nick could lie back
and let his head hang over the side while Rick opened his pants and
inserted his cock into the soft waiting mouth.

Rick turned on the monitor in the playroom so he could keep tabs on both
Tad and Michael.

"Yes," hissed Rick.  "Your throat feels so hot.  It's not going to take any
time for me to blow this load."

Nick moaned in agreement.

Michael wasn't finished with Robert.  "Find some lube and assume the
position on the bed, facing the TV."

Robert was curious about what was going to happen next.  He knew he was
going to get fucked but wondered why he would be facing the TV.

Michael disrobed quickly.  He wasn't going to waste his time having Robert
suck him.  He wanted to shove his dick hard and deep into his lover's
red-cheeked ass.  For Michael, he was about to express his dominance in a
new way.

Robert quickly returned to the bed with his ass lubed up.

"I thought I told you to bring me the lube?" Michael demanded.

"Sir, I took care of it...OW!" Before Robert could finish, Michael had
already entered.

"When I give an order, I expect it followed."  Michael barked.

Whatever had taken over Michael, Robert loved Michael for it.  He knew that
there would be tender times, but now wasn't one of them.  He was going to
be ridden hard.

WHACK!  Michael's hand came down on Robert's cherry-red ass.  "Keep that
hole tight!"

As Michael continued to thrust, he turned on the remote and tuned into the
split screen mode of the playroom and Tad's room.

Michael leaned over, pushing Robert down.  "See Tad?  I have a job for you;
do you think you can do it?"

Robert was now in full excitement.  "Sir...anything."

"See how firm and tight Tad's ass is?"  Michael whispered into Robert's
ear.  "You are going to fuck that for me."

It was as if Robert hit a brick wall and forgot his position.  "Why would I
want to do that?"

WHACK!  "Disobedience boy, it's going to get you into trouble" Michael
wickedly laughed.

Robert didn't like the sound of what was about to happen.  "Sir, why?"

Robert prepared for another whack but instead felt Michael pull him up into
a sitting position where Michael's dick planted itself deeply.  That move
made Robert gasp for air as the dick hit its intended target.

"You are going to fuck Tad Reynolds because I say you will.  If you want to
please me, then you'll do as you're told." Michael spoke again with
enunciated syllables.  "Do I make myself clear?"

Robert knew he wasn't going to win.  "Yes, Sir, I will do as I am told."

"Very good Michael," Rick's voice was heard through the monitor.

"I knew you'd like to watch me bend his will." Michael sneered.  "I see
that you've got Nick busy right now?"

"Oh this?" Rick thrust his hips harder. "Nick insisted on doing it,
especially after your little spanking exposition."

"Liked that, huh?"  Michael moved Robert back to the doggie position and
grabbed his hair to pull his head back.  "It surprised me too."

"Shall we finish this so we can get onto other business?" Rick asked.

"I'm ready if you are." Michael knew it was time.

As if on cue, Rick and Michael thrust their hips into their men.  Michael
leaned over enough to talk to Robert.

"I'm about to cum in you long and hard.  When I'm done, you will be allowed
to cum then lick up your mess off of both you and me.  Do you understand?"

Robert grunted a "sir" but didn't finish because Michael had begun his
final destination.

At that same point, Rick grabbed Nick's tits through his shirt and started
to unload his heavy balls into his lover's mouth.  Nick knew Rick was
overdue because this throat kept receiving shots of cum.  Only towards the
end was Rick gracious enough to pull out so that Nick could taste Rick's
release.

Michael continued to pump his seed into his lover.

"Oh fuck!  I am unloading my seed into you baby.  Oh fuck your hole is so
tight, I don't want to stop."  Michael was thoroughly spent when he offered
his last thrust.

Both Michael and Rick looked at each other through the screens in spent
joy.  Michael could see that Robert was tired but still horny.  Robert's
dick was drooling with precum and waiting for attention.

"Hey Rick," Michael asked, now wanting to have a little more fun.

"Yeah? What do you need?" Rick wiped the sweat off his face.

"Do you have someone that would come service my boy here?" Michael didn't
even believe the words as they came out of his mouth.

"Nick, go."  Nick was off the table and to Michael's room in 30 seconds.
Not even winded by his previous encounter or by the run, he knocked on the
door.

"Sir, I want to perform for only you." Robert pleaded with his eyes.

"You are.  Come in Nick." Michael pushed himself off the bed and found a
chair to position right in front of the bed.

"Sir, you needed me?"  Nick smiled.

"Yes, lie on the bed.  I want to see Robert cum all over your body and
face."  Michael's dick jumped again.  Maybe he wasn't as old as he thought.

"Wouldn't you like to join us, Sir?" Nick asked.

"No, I like to watch.  Right, Rick?"  Michael knew Rick was still watching.

"Yes, very much so."  Rick laughed as he found his way back to the control
room.

Robert straddled Nick's face and shoved his cock deep into the waiting
cavity.

Michael thought to himself, "It won't be long."