Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 09:28:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bradford Dean Bigelow <blockhead@bluessociety.net>
Subject: Writer's Block 09

The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any
resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not
meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Writer's Block" 09
written By Bradford Dean Bigelow

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"What the fuck do you call this, boy?"

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" I screamed out, as the strap came raining
across my shoulders.

"Position, boy! Feet apart... stretch'em... wider... yeah, let me see those
balls hanging down... elbows up... yeah, let me see those pits. Looks like
those nips need lots of work. After I punish him, he's all your's Frank!"

"Frank?" I said, my head snapping around, my head slapping against my
elbow, in the up position. "Frank, like in Frank Faracco, from the office?"

Trying to look over my bicep, then under, lifting my hairy pit high, I
spotted Frank Faracco, not longer than two hours ago, at my office. Yeah,
last time I was with him, he was swirling his tongue around my cock and
balls! Now what's he up to?

"Master Frank to you, boy!" Frank replied, as professional as Bobby would
be, slapping my butt with the strap he held in his hand.

Ready to complain, I was more overwhelmed, seeing the same twenty-eight
year old I had looked upon this afternoon. Instead of seeing him as a
stripped bottom, the slick leather chaps, boots and harness, wielding his
leather tool, gave Frank's demeanor a new personality.

"Yes, Master Frank!" I said, now grinning and in a more pleasant voice, as
he came walking around in front of me. I also added, to Bobby's comment,
"Hurry and punish me, Master Bobby!"

Right now I didn't give two hoots of why or how and what the repercussions
of the appearance of the two office workers, in Bobby's dungeon playroom,
would be. I figured Bobby had everything under control. How exciting, when
Frank looked at one of my pecs, using his fingers to move the hair out of
the way, finding my nips.

"Ooooh yeah... hurry up and punish this boy, Bobby, so I can start
punishing these hot nips!"

"Why not start right now, Frank. I'm itching to work your boys ass with
some buttplugs," Bobby talked about Darryl Jennings, the stripped blond
bending over a bondage table, readying to be tied down and having his ass
tortured.

"Hell yeah! Back against the wall, boy!" Frank ordered me.

Like I was with the navel torture, Frank had my back slapped against the
dungeon wall, fastening my right wrist, then left wrist to the dangling
leather cuffs, moving the second, left cuff, on the movable track,
stretching my arms far apart.

"Oh man, Bobby. You weren't lying when you told me what a blast I'm going
to have with these nips!"

"Like I told you, Frank, torture them as roughly as you want."

"Like, do anything I want to them?"

"Start out with something light, like whip each nip with a strap, with an
easy ten lashes, then drip some hot wax on them, peel the wax and then give
him ten lashes more. After that you can get into some clamps."

"Hmm, can't take much to start huh? Okay, well we'll have to take it easy
and work up to the tough nip torture."

Of course, talking about torturing my hot nips was making my cock twitch,
the piss slit leaking goo, putting a strain on the fluid in my balls. They
talked about the hottest place on my body, that couldn't get enough
torture.

"Hey Bobby, have you got a razor or something to clear this pec hair away?"

"take your pick, Frank. Drip some hot wax on it, then pull it out, after
it's dry or there's some sandpaper in the cabinet draw."

"Cool!"

I hoped it grew back. I'm kind of fond of my shaggy chest hair, but right
now I was too hyper. So much that I wouldn't care if he pulled it out with
his bare hands.

"Can't you just give my nips a whipping?"

"Bobby, is this boy as sassy with you, as he is with me?"

"Hold it a sec, Frank."

"Sure.... hey, why are you using that puny buttplug on my boy's ass,
Bobby?"

Suddenly the attention shifted to Darryl, the twenty-six year old blond,
tied tautly down to the bondage table, legs split and assrim shined up with
lube.

"I thought his ass was tight enough. No?"

"Nah. Here, try this one."

"No way, Frank! I'm going to get 'this' in 'that' asshole?"

I thought surely Frank was trying to throw fear into Darryl, which more
showed of Bobby's facial expression. Bobby looked astonished, referencing
the wide object to Darryl's coin-sized asschute.

"Hey, it's no fun, Bobby, if you can't force it in, dah!"

Bobby had the same grin on his face as when Chase doubted that he could get
the dowel stick in my navel. It was way too big to fit.

"If you say so, Frank."

"Yeah and here, Bobby. Wipe some of that lube off his assrim. That's
entirely too much."

"I thought it would slide in easier."

"Easier, Bobby? What fun is that?"

My thoughts were, if each of them don't stop rallying the other on about
torturing us two, those codpieces are going to pop off like cannons, before
they get to their chores! I heard Darryl whimper, as Frank returned,
blocking my view of Bobby slowly forcing the black torturing tool into
Darryl's ass.

"Oooooh yeah... time to torture these little spuds."

Frank tortured my nips already, grinding them between his fingers and
thumbs.

"Bet you feel like shooting your load, don't you Brad?"

"Soon."

"Soon, what boy?"

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkooooooohhhohhhh, sir!" I belted out, as one of Frank's hands
squeezed one of my orbs.

"You shoot your load before I give you permission boy and I'll stretch it
out and whip your cock with the same strap I'm going to be whipping these
nips with. Got that boy?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh man.... can't wait to whip these. Hell with the hair."

Frank goes to the cabinet and returns with a flogger. Last time, Bobby used
a strap. Man, I've never had my chest flogged. Oh man, it felt so erotic,
as Frank gently whipped it from left to right, then right to left, more
like giving my chest a massage. After about ten lashes across each pec,
with the multistrand whipping tool, he stood back and put more weight
behind each strike of the flogger.

"Uggggh! Oooooohhh! Ugggggggh! Akkk!  Akkk!  Akkk!" I cried out, with
little freedom to move, let alone arch my back.

The strikes came shorter and sharper. I threw my head back, feeling each
erotic snap onto my chest, alternating the casting of the flogger, from the
left, to the right. Soon my chest felt like it was burning. I know how it
feels to have sunburned skin and this is how it felt. Only difference is
that my cock was telling me that it liked it. Sunburn is not fun, nor
erotic. Soon Frank stood back and put a running leap behind the lash.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkk!" Oh fuck, did the pain
last.

"There...now that's what I call a hot chest!" Frank said, feeling over the
hairy, red skin.

"Oooh you did a real nice job, Frank."

"Think so, Bobby?"

"Yeah. Nice and red."

"I see you're having a tough time getting that buttplug up Darryl's ass?"

"I thought I'd work it slow."

"Why?" Frank seemed to call Bobby's bluff, "Scared you're going to cause my
boy some grief?"

"Frank, this buttplug is too damn big to fit in!"

"Do I have to do it for you, Bobby?"

I can't believe that Bobby stepped aside, to watch Frank press in the
buttplug that did show signs of not being pressured in. Frank stood to
Darryl's side, his arm stretched far back behind his target. Like punching
a guy in the stomach, trying to maximize the heave of the ball of his hand,
Frank lurched way back. The force of his hand hit the flat end of the
buttplug.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Darryl cried out, arching his
back.

"Yeah right, Frank," Bobby said, seeing the buttplug but up against
Darryl's tortured asschute, refusing to enter, then bounce out onto the
bondage table.

"I can't believe it didn't go in, Bobby. I was sure..."

"Yeah, sure Frank. Some assman you turned out to be."

Frank seemed to be humiliated, as Bobby seemed to be driving him on with
his sarcasm. Then again, from experience at first hand, Bobby could be like
that. He could control a man, tricking him into thinking he lacked
confidence. I saw it in the office. The way he talked to a man, bent on
failure, turned him around, creating success. He was using the same
technique on Frank.

"Damn, if you're going to work Bradford's nips the way you're giving up on
forcing that buttplug up Darryl's ass, then you might as well..."

"I'm not fuckin' giving up on driving the buttplug up his ass, okay Bobby?"

With arms folded across his chest, Bobby continued the provocation.

"Really? Then how come your standing there doing nothing, Frank? I hope
this is not stance, at the office, when you run into a problem!"

Next thing I knew, Frank had grabbed Darryl's legs and lifted his boot up
between the two limbs. The heel of his boot sat right against the base of
the huge buttplug.

"Don't worry Frank, if your foot gets stuck in there, I'll pull it out."

"My foot isn't going to get stuck. The base on that buttplug is big enough
to stop a trailer. Besides."

"What are you doing, Frank?"

I think I was cranked up as much as Bobby, waiting for Frank to stomp his
boot heel against the buttplug at Darryl's ass entrance, a move to make the
second and largest section of the buttplug stay put.  Frank smirked,
relaxing his grip on Darryl's legs, removing his heel from the large
stuffing implement, setting it on the floor.

"C'mon Frank. What the fuck you doing. I thought you were going to 'kick
ass'?"

Yeah right... literally!

"I can't do it, Bobby. My adrenaline got the best of me, which you didn't
help out any."

I wondered what was going on here. Then things began to come into focus.

"I know. I had to do it, Frank."

What's this? Bobby and Frank hugging, like lovers do?

"Yeah. Good lesson, Bobby. I guess I let myself go, instead of thinking
sometimes."

"That's right, Frank. I saw it at the office. Different tactics, but like a
few minutes ago, you do the same stupid shit!"

"Like a jerk, I fell for it, too, Bobby. I even bet you could have shoved
that up Darryl's ass, couldn't you?"

"Yeah, I could've Frank, but would you have learned from it? No, I had to
drive you into proving something."

"Tell me seriously, Bobby?"

"What?"

"Would you have let me drive that buttplug up Darryl's ass?"

"What? And ruin a good assfuck forever, Frank?"

"Oh man, Bobby. Thanks! Thanks very much."

"No problem. Um, you want to do the honors and pull the head of the
buttplug out?"

"What? You put it in there, Bobby. You pull it out!"

"No problem, Frank."

"What about sizzle-nips here? Wow, did I get carried away. Man, will you
look at that red chest!"

They could look all they wanted to. I was having a sensuous ole time, with
Frank running his hand over my hairy, stinging pecs, the electrical shocks
shooting down to my pubes.

"Yeah, if you hadn't stopped soon, I would've, Frank."

"What can I say, Bobby. I really like flogging a guy."

"Yeah, but you get carried away, Frank. Next time you whip a guy, slow down
and pace yourself. Enjoy the kiss of the fronds."

"Yeah?"

"Sure, Frank. Why don't you try it?"

'Try it?' did Bobby say? Hmm... might be into some more massage action.

"With the flogger, Bobby?"

"Flogger, strap, hell use a leather whip. Whatever, Frank, pace yourself
between each lash. Here, let me show you."

As Frank stood aside, Bobby took the flogger out of Frank's hand. However,
I was highly insulted, highly disappointed, highly let down, when Bobby
approached the bondage table, standing over Darry's back.

"I thought you would torture Brad with it, Bobby?"

"Oh, he's getting tortured alright."

"Huh? What do you mean, Bobby?"

"Our illustrious boss here wants it. When he doesn't get it, that's
torture."

Oh man, did Bobby have me pegged!

"Um, paying attention Frank?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Um, want to get your mind off his nips for a minute?"

"Yeah, okay. Sorry Bobby."

Maybe Frank and Bobby took their attention off my nips, but I didn't take
my attention off of them. Intently, I looked down at my dark haired chest,
spying the pink nipmeat, wishing that every strike of the flogger across
Darryl's ass, had been my nips taking the punishment.

"See what I mean, Frank?"

"Yeah. Like every one or two lashes, wait a sec, right?"

"Exactly and don't set any kind of a pattern. You don't want your victim to
gage when his back, ass, chest, wherever is going to get the strike."

"I have so much to learn from you, Bobby."

I do too, I thought, seeing that Bobby was using our four man session as a
teaching tool for not only physical punishment.

"I know you do, Frank and if you work hard at it, I'll help turn you into a
damn good manager."

"Manager? You mean like managing people like yourself?"

"Frank, I don't waste my energies on dumb asses like... like Paul Gordon."

"Paul Gordon?" Frank asked.

I replied, to myself, 'Paul Gordon'?

"Like me, I see you know the difference already between a worthy employee
and a total shithead!"

I can't believe I forgot about the sensations that should be running
through my pecs, taking in the conversation between Frank and Bobby. Also,
I know I slighted Bobby tremendously, seeing that our session this
afternoon had more to do with bdsm and the whole kit and caboodles,
involved in roleplaying. Like Bobby, I had pictured Frank as a high strung,
flying off the handle type of guy. Now Bobby was proving to him his
failures, using Darryl and myself as his 'willing' victims. I'm no dumb
bunny either. I betcha Bobby expects me to remember this when 'salary-hike'
time comes around. However, my attention returning to my hairy pecs, I was
growing impatient.

"Um, did you guys forget about sizzle-nips here?" I asked, referring to
myself.

"Yeah, what about Brad's nips, Bobby?" Frank asked, walking towards me,
"Can he really take what you boasted or are you trying to fake me out,
Bobby? Can he take fifty lashes of the strap on each nip?"

"Hmm..."

Looking straight into my eyes, I knew Bobby had some trick up his sleeve.

Frank, sensing we had something going on, asked, "Is this some kind of
meeting of the minds, in the upper higherarchy of the company? Something
else that will help me better myself, Bobby?"

"Oh yeah. One of life's little secrets that will help you get a boost
towards a higher position in the company, Frank," Bobby poured out, not
meaning any expertise offered by a high ranking CEO, but, taking my nips in
his fingers and thumbs, mashing them, offered, "'This', 'this' is what will
get you a promotion, Frank!"

"No kidding? Bradford will give me a raise if I do that to him?"

Stopping, Bobby turned to Frank, no doubt with another 'hard' lesson in
office expertise, while the electricity in my body moved to 'power
failure', said, "Frank, you and Darryl had a good time this afternoon,
didn't you?"

"Well yeah, even though I'd rather have been fucking our boss' ass, then
sucking his cock."

"Let me tell you something. I'm a good judge of character and if I hadn't
caught you two gay boys chatting in the leather room, on company time, I
wouldn't have let you two boys go on and play with the boss, in his own
office."

"I was kind of wondering about that, Bobby."

"If you come across it, wait and do it outside of work, okay?"

"But then why did you have Darryl and I mess with...."

"Frank, even the bosses make mistakes, if you catch my drift."

"You, Bobby? You mean you're having second thoughts about what Darryl and I
did this afternoon?"

"Hell yeah."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about us, Bobby."

"Like I said, Frank. I'm a good judge of character. But if you ever do
think about doing anything about it..."

"Uggggggggh!" Frank called out, doubling in half, over Bobby's fist,
implanted in his stomach.

"You okay, Frank?" He turned right around, pulling the five foot, ten inch,
twenty-eight year old up by the straps on the back of his harness.

"Oooooh man, Bobby! Whew!" Frank quickly recovers, "You sure do have some
right. Yeah, I'm okay..."

"I think you can take the hint, right Frank?"

"Sure. Um, got a question for you though, Bobby?"

"Yeah, what?"

I hadn't learned this much about employee job training, in all of my whole
five years of being a CEO. Of course, I banked on being accepted right out
of college and I was lucky to have exceeded past a long line of CEO
wannabees. However, at this moment, of all places, in a home dungeon, I was
picking up on such 'unorthodox' methods of whipping a guy into shape and
the passive remarks that molded and shaped a man in modern business.

"Does this mean you're taking a personal interest in my career?"

"You and Darryl, yes."

"Darryl? You think he has a place in the higher ranks of the company?"

"Darryl? Darryl's a follower, but also a guy with a brain. Not like some of
those airheads, like Paul Gordon. No, but like Bradford here, he has a hot
body to play with and get take what we dish out, if you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I getja, Bobby," Frank replied, still trying to catch his wind.

I didn't know exactly how to take Bobby's comments. I know I'm only
twenty-five years old, but I did know that young - he's twenty-four, quick,
smart guys like Bobby Freeman and myself could really set a business on
fire, sending it to the top, with the right guys in the right positions. I
started to value his input, thanks to my Chase-baby's meddling, but now was
convinced that I'd be keeping Bobby exactly where I wanted him.

"Speaking of a hot body, can we start playing with sizzle-nips here or did
you joke about what our boss' nips could take, Bobby?"

"Let's get some straps. You take his right nip and I'll take the left and
get ready for some heavy cock-leakage, Frank!"

The two laughed, as they proceeded to Bobby's cabinet of toys. I admit that
I had to lick my lips, looking over to Darryl Jennings' rear, the buttplug
fallen out, his ass beckoned to be eaten out.

"Hello? Bobby? Mmmmmm, what's this?"

"Get your tongue offa that ass, boy!" Bobby yelled over.

'Kareem? What's he doing here?'

"C'mon in Kareem. Hey, Frank, this is the guy I was telling you about."

"The one with the hot chocolate nips begging to be worked over?"

"That's the ones!" Bobby said to Frank, walking away from the cabinet,
towards Kareem, something shiny and dangling in his hand.

I almost said out loud, 'Hey, what about my sizzlers?', at the same time
thinking, 'How did they find out about the Kareem's hot pecs?' Dammit! My
cock's on the edge of full capacity eruption and Frank's being drawn away
to the 'chocolate truffles'!

"What about sizzle-nips, Bobby?" Frank asked.

Looking over to me and smirking, he replied, "Let'em wait!"

I squinted my eyes, trying to make it look like I was mad, however right
now the chocolate truffles became a feast for more than two.

"Awesome chest, Kareem," Frank replied, as Bobby introduced them.

As Frank shook the six foot, five inch athelete's hand, his other went for
the chocolately wafer.

"Ooooh... ooooh yeah!" Kareem sighed, as Frank toyed with the pleasure
spot.

"Want this worked, huh boy?"

"Yes, Sir," Kareem gave in immediately, then went on to say, "I thumbed
through Brad's 'Balls'n'Chain' magazine and wanted to try some other stuff,
too."

"Balls & Chain, magazine?" Frank questioned.

"Yeah," Kareem supplied the continuous feed of information, "I found
Bobby's Tony looking at it, when he lived with me."

"Tony? Oh, your boy, Bobby?" Frank questioned the lover he hadn't met yet.

"Yeah," Kareem continued to say, divulging info I hadn't even been aware
of. "Tony's told me what a pain pig Bobby's turning him into. Yeah, like
they show in 'Balls'n'Chain' magazine, I'd like to try some of the CBT, nip
torture, lay down like this hot guy here."

Kareem refers to Darryl's body laying, ass up, on the bondage table, the
buttplug lying there, with his ass juices swarming over it.

"I mean, it's totally obvious that this was in there. Man, what a fuckin'
trip he must've had with this huge thing up his ass. Tony take this up his
ass?"

"No," Bobby replies to Kareem, "so far he only takes 'my buttplug' up his
ass."

After a quick chuckle, Frank inquires, "You don't use asstoys on Tony?"

"Like I said, Frank. I've found the man I want to be with the rest of my
life and I only want one toy going up that ass, besides, I like a tight
fuck and no toy is going to deprive me of that!"

"Um, this your boy, Frank?"

"How do you define that, Kareem?"

"Like Tony and Bobby here. I mean, I'm willing to share, if we can click?"

'Hmm', I thought, 'Kareem sees something he wants, he moves in fast'. The
last comment I caught between Kareem and Frank, was Frank telling Kareem,
"Why don't you get out of those pants and briefs, so I can see what I have
to play with?"

Bobby conceded in thinking that maybe something could develop between the
two or three of them, so slowly backed away and then turned to confront me.

"You're a sly one, Bobby."

"No sense stopping from letting nature take it's course. After all, I know
you follow things closely at work, but here in the condo, things are
starting to 'evolve'."

"Here? Like what?"

"Well, first of all, let me inform you Bradford, that since Chase is away
at the writer's convention for the week, you'll be my guest here in the
dungeon."

"Sounds hot. Would be fun to come home everyday and play. You providing the
food, too?"

"No, I don't think you catch my drift, Bradford."

"No? How do you mean that, Bobby?" I wondered, as Bobby pawed my hairy
chest.

Of course, starting to lay the facts on me, laying his fingers and thumbs
on my nips, seemed to soften the blow.

"I've already taken the liberty of last week, submitting your request for a
week's 'emergency vacation'...."

"You fuckin' what?"

Good thing I was shackled down, wrists and ankles secured with leather
cuffs, as I was bound eagle-spread.

"Oh man are you tense, Bradford. You really 'do' need a vacation."

"Bobby, what the fuck you trying to pull here?"

"These," Bobby smiled, as he took me literally, pulling my nips away from
my chest.

Like pushing all the right buttons, Bobby was pulling them, causing my
thoughts to become liquidated. Within two minutes, it turned my cock into a
gooey mess.

"Yeah, gonna be working these hot sizzlers all week."

"Yeah, but I gotta.... oooooooh... be at the office and... ooooooh..."

Abruptly, Bobby broke off the action, then yelled, "See what I mean,
Frank?"

"Huh?" is all I said, watching Frank walk over, Kareem and Darryl trailing,
standing there and looking at my body.

"What's that, you said, Bobby?"

"This 'boy' here. Lets his nips cloud his mind."

"I've never seen any guy as sensitive," Kareem says to them, referring to
my nips.

Frank offers, "I bet that he'd get a kick out of Kareem's big fingers
massaging those sizzlers!"

"Oh hell yeah," Bobby agreed, "C'mon Kareem get over here and do Bradford."

"How hard can I squeeze his nips?"

"As hard as you can, Kareem. Grind them," Bobby replied.

Frank, in lust over watching the six foot, five inch tall athelete dominate
me, replied, "Pulverize them."

"Dig your nails into them," Bobby got into it.

"Yeah, and stretch them!" Frank gave the final go ahead.

Of course, my cock was leaking big time, strands stretched all the way to
the floor, dribbling down my balls. What a trip, to have 'chocolate
truffles' in front of me, readying to do my sizzlers!

"Darryl, what the fuck you doing standing there. Clean that cum up!" Frank
ordered, just as good as Bobby would have done.

Bobby smiled at Frank, getting into the dominant role, dictating to the
lightly hairy-chested blond to get on his knees and start eating up the
mess my cock was creating.

Placing his elbow on Frank's shoulders, Bobby incites, "You're doing a
better job already, Frank. I think you and your boys will fit in around
here nicely."

"Fit in? Around here?" I inquired.

"Wow, for a slaveboy, sizzle-nips is awfully nosy, Bobby."

"Well, since it involves him, I guess we should fill him in. Y'see,
'sizzle-nips'," Bobby coined the almost permanent nickname for me, that
Frank had invented, "we've decided to finish helping you move Chase out of
his apartment and into your's."

"Hmm....oooooooooohhhhhhh how convenient."

Of course I smelled something else brewing in that conniving brain of Bobby
Freeman's. For being a year younger than me, he seemed to rival my sneaky
intelligence. Amazing how he knew that working my nips would lighten the
imformation he would be releasing.

"What I thought too, Bradford. Just goes to show how us CEO-minded guys
think alike."

CEO? When did this come about? Bobby a CEO? Yeah, right!

"What Bobby is trying to say is that Darryl and I've decided to take the
condo that your lover, Chase, is giving up."

"Oooooooooh!" I gasped, as 'chocolate truffles' gave up his grips on my
nips.

"Hey, do you guys need some help on the rent?"

Frank, showing an extreme interest, asks, "You offering, Kareem?"

"Yeah, I haven't mentioned it to anyone, but...."

"Ooooh Kareem, I'm so disappointed in you."

Bowing his head to his golden brown, kinky-haired blackened chest, Kareem
remains in an embarrassed pose, then lifts his head and says, "Yeah, sorry
Bobby. I know I should have mentioned it, but Akeno is moving out, heading
to the coast with Ian Morrison. They're shackin' up together. I wouldn't be
able to carry the condo without Tony's input, so I'll have to move out,
myself."

"Oh man am I so fuckin' disappointed that you didn't tell me about this,
Kareem."

"I know. Especially after all you've done for me, Bobby. I wish I could
make it up to you."

"I'm sure I'll find a way, Kareem. In the mean time I forgive you, Kareem
and I'm sure Frank and Darryl will want you to move in with them, wouldn't
you Frank?"

Of course, I missed those big fingers and thumbs, strumming my nips, but
Darryl's mouth was incredible. I thought his talents lay in deep tonguing
an ass, but I found that his mouth could be as equally tantallizing around
the front. What lip muscles, as he replicated them as an ass, stroking up
and down my hard shaft.

"Um, excuse me please, uh Bobby?" I inquired.

"Bobby?" He questioned.

"Master Bobby."

"And whom else are you addressing, Bradford?"

'Oh no'! Here Bobby goes, starting in on the humiliation. Here, he had a
guy with him that sucked my cock and now I suppose he wanted me to worship
him?

"Master Frank 'and' Master Bobby, um, if Darryl keeps treating my cock to
his asslips, I'll be shooting my load soon."

Frank comments, "So, Bradford? What's the problem? You feed Darryl his
protein snack and then we'll make you work up another one?"

Not only did Bobby, Frank and Kareem whoop it up with the laughter, but
Darryl's vibrations, resulting from the joke, really got my balls boiling!

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