Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 05:11:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Turn, Chapter 5

If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include
sex between males is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story,
please leave. This is a fictional story that takes place in a world where
everything is safe. In the real world where many things are not, the
characters would take precautions. Please respect yourself and others
enough to always play safe.

If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be
a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a
potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And
as for the ending, you'll just have to read on, but be forewarned that this
is a darker and more sexual story than my usual. The author retains all
rights.  Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.

Chapter 5

For a night out with Carlos, I got home fairly early. My nipples were
hurting so I took two Advils and followed them with a couple of snifters of
Remy. I put on some quiet music and, as I sipped the brandy, I thought
about the new direction my life had taken the last couple of months.

There was no question that Carlos' body drove me wild with desire like
nothing I had ever experienced in my life. His luscious smooth dark brown
skin, tight muscles and small frame were an awesome combination. And then
that wang of his ... I just couldn't get enough of it. At first it was an
abstract desire. It was so big I knew I couldn't do much with it. But then
he started forcing it and I discovered I could take it. And that turned me
on to no end, knowing I was able to take whatever he decided to give me. It
wasn't just sex, though. There were his penetrating, almost black, eyes
that I wanted to dive into and lose myself in, and that quirky little smile
of his, sort of a cross between childlike simplicity and a supercilious
sneer. And it was more than his body and the way he was using mine, too. It
was the whole package. I'd never lacked for confidence and had been able to
take control of any situation I found myself in. I was a top, to use a term
I learned from Carlos. An alpha male, or so I thought. But in recent weeks
Carlos had turned the tables on me. Not only was he in charge in bed, he
ran everything in our relationship. And while I instinctively resisted his
domination and the way he kept me on edge, I was discovering that I enjoyed
giving in to him and letting him have his way. I felt this strange sense of
accomplishment whenever he forced me to do something I was sure couldn't do
and I'd hate, but managed to do it anyway.

So while I was a bit off-balance and had more than a little fear of what
was coming, I was looking forward to the next few weeks. At least Anne was
out of the way. That was a two-edged sword. I didn't have to worry about
getting home late or her sensing something was going on with me, but it
also opened the door for Carlos to be even wilder than he had been. She was
gone less than one day and he'd had my nipples pierced. We were going to
some sort of party on Friday. What was next? Would I even get home over the
weekend? I had no way of knowing. I suddenly realized that I was hard and I
wasn't thinking about anything sexual. But the uncertainty of my new life
with Carlos somehow turned me on.

Wednesday was a totally boring day. Sure, I sucked Carlos off in the men's
room, but that had become the norm. It was just work as usual and I went
home alone at quitting time, spent a couple of hours puttering around the
house, talked to Anne on the phone and went to bed early. On Thursday,
though, I was looking forward to our after-work activities, whatever Carlos
wanted them to be. We took the bus up to the East Village and had a couple
of drinks at Rick's, then went to the apartment. I was relieved to find
that Jose wasn't there. I loved doing things with Carlos and while Jose's
beer can fascinated me, he did not.

Carlos had me strip as soon as we got inside. He went into the kitchen for
a couple of long-necked bottles of beer and handed me one. He sucked a few
inches of the bottleneck into his mouth, bobbed up and down on it a few
times and grinned at me. I was relieved to see that he was feeling
innocently mischievous. I sipped my beer as he circled me, examining my
body. I felt self-conscious being totally naked and being checked out by
someone still fully clothed.

"Okay, we've got over three weeks until the wife gets back, so I think we
can make some further cosmetic changes."

"What do you mean?" I was on edge immediately. Without thinking, my hands
shot up and covered my nipples, which were still sore although they seemed
to be healing well.

"Relax, sir, I'm not talking about any permanent alterations, at least not
at this point. But I was thinking that you're a bit hairier than you ought
to be."

'Hairier?' I looked down at my practically smooth body. I didn't have a
single hair on my chest and even lower there was just the faintest trail
from my naval down to my pubes. Aside from a light dusting of fine black
hair on my arms and legs, that was it.

"Yeah," he nodded, lost in thought almost as if I weren't there. "That hair
has got to go."

He looked into my eyes and gave me his quirky little smile. In spite of my
concern, I nearly melted.

"Why don't you go into the bathroom and stand in the tub? I'll be right
with you."

I knew what was coming but didn't object. After all, I had almost no body
hair anyway so how bad could it be having it removed? I set my beer down
and did as he instructed. I had to admit I felt a little foolish standing
dry in the bathtub waiting for him. It was worth it though when his hot
little naked body with that partially engorged club between his legs
appeared in the doorway.

"Okay, before we get to the business at hand, I think we'd better prepare
you for later."

'Prepare me for later?' What was that about? I didn't have long to
wonder. He reached into the cabinet under the sink and took out a bag with
a long tube attached to it.

"We've just taken our chances before, but one of the few things I'm not
into is scat, so let's just make sure you're all cleaned out, shall we?"

That made it pretty clear to me that I was going to get fucked again, but I
wasn't worried. In fact, as I looked down at Carlos' swollen tool I was
eagerly anticipating it. Following his instructions, I got down on my knees
and elbows, my ass in the air. He filled the bag with water and hung it on
the shower curtain rack, lubed up the nozzle at the end of the tube and
inserted it into my hole. He opened a valve in the tube and I felt warm
water rush into me, filling me up.

"Just hold that inside as long as you can, Ry."

While I held it in he got his tools ready. He took an electric trimmer that
I assumed Jose used on his goatee and a disposable razor and shaving gel
from the cabinet. After about ten minutes he gave me permission to sit on
the toilet and release the enema. I got up and out of the tub but then
stood next to the toilet and hesitated, waiting for him to leave the
room. Carlos grinned at me.

"Watching you empty your bowels doesn't exactly turn me on, but knowing how
much it's going to embarrass you to do it in front of me does, so I'll put
up with it and so will you."

I reluctantly complied, feeling like I was blushing from head to toe. We
then went through the whole process a second time. Fortunately, he was
satisfied after that.

He had me stand in the tub again and went to work on my pubes with the
trimmer, cutting them down to a quarter of an inch or so in length. Then he
turned on the water, rinsed off the loose hairs and had me twirl around
once, then do it again with my arms raised until I was completely wet. He
took a disposable razor and a can of shaving gel from the cabinet under the
sink.

"Now I don't think I have to warn you to keep as still as possible while
I'm doing this. We don't want any unsightly nicks or cuts, do we? That
would spoil the effect."

He had me raise my arms and clasp my hands behind my head. I was shocked
when he began to apply the gel to my armpits. I hadn't even thought of the
wispy black hair I had there. Carlos very carefully used the razor on my
pits and then turned his attention to my arms, removing what hair I had
with long smooth strokes.

"You're good at this. Have you done much body shaving?"

"Naw, never tried it though I always wanted to."

"It's a good thing I don't wear short-sleeved shirts to work. Totally bare
arms look a bit weird." In spite of the situation I was starting to
relax. His smooth shaving strokes almost had the effect of a massage. We
were talking almost normally, although the subject was anything by normal.

"Yeah, you really have to see the whole body to get the proper
perspective. Just leave it to me to make sure everyone who matters sees the
whole picture."

"Everyone who matters? What are you talking about? Who's going to see
this?" That was the end of the relaxing. I'd been under the impression that
this whole thing was for his pleasure and my humiliation, not for anyone
else to see.

"Relax, Ryan, of course others are going to see my handiwork. What would be
the point, otherwise? Sure, I'm gonna get off looking at you in your fancy
suit in the office, knowing that you're as smooth as a little boy under it,
but it's only going to be humiliating for you if others get to see it as
well."

"But you promised that all of this would stay between the two of us, and
maybe Jose, that you wouldn't fuck up my life in any way except in
private."

"That's not what I said at all." He'd continued working as we talked and by
that point he had lathered up my treasure trail and pubes and had begun
shaving my most sensitive areas. "I said I'd do my best not to fuck up your
job or your marriage, but I didn't say anything about keeping all of this
private. Sure, I'll take some precautions, but I'll share you and your body
with anyone I want. I thought I made that clear. If you've got a problem
with that you know you can put an end to this at any time. Just say the
word."

I did have a problem with that but there was no way I was going to end it
until I was sure he was going too far. Carlos was enjoying himself, pushing
me farther every day, but he knew I had limits. I had to trust that he
wouldn't want to fuck it all up by pushing me too far. I said as much to
him.

"You see, that's just what I was looking for. Trust. You have to trust that
I will take care of you and I have to trust that you will take care of
me. Of course, we're taking care of each other in different ways, but it
comes out the same in the end." He squatted down in front of me, spread the
gel over my ball sac and looked up at me, razor in hand, grinning.

"Now this is really trust," he said as he put the blade to my balls.

He finished the job, removing every single hair from my legs. He even had
me bend over and use my hands to spread my cheeks so he could shave my ass
crack. I'd never looked at my asshole and wasn't even aware I had any hair
there. Apparently I did, but not once he was done with me. He turned on the
water again and rinsed me off, running his hands all over my body. It was
such a sensuous feeling, his hands on my unnaturally smooth skin. I had
been hard through most of the shaving, but now that we were both wet and
slippery and our bodies were rubbing against one another, I was so turned
on I thought I would explode. I was beginning to hope we'd end up having a
nice passionate love-making session, like the ones before I fucked it all
up.

"Are you guys nearly done in there?" I groaned at the sound of Jose's
voice. I'd completely forgotten about him.

"Just about, amigo." Carlos turned off the water and grabbed a couple of
towels, handing one to me. "You got everything ready out there?

Inwardly, I groaned again. This was obviously going to be another
three-way. In spite of being totally in charge, Carlos had been friendly
and affectionate ever since we'd left the office. Friendly and affectionate
were not words I associated with Jose.

"The table's set. All I need now is the centerpiece."

Carlos slapped me on the butt as he hung his towel on the rack. "C'mon,
let's get going. Jose sounds like he's in a good mood. Don't fuck it up by
keeping him waiting."

We went into the bedroom and Jose was standing naked across the room,
leaning against the doorway. Man, he was a beefy, muscular stud. A little
guy like Carlos was more my type but that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate
how hot Jose was, physically at least. He came toward us and ran his hands
all over my body, checking up on Carlos' handiwork, then stepped back and
looked me over.

"Nice. I still think you should have shaved his head, too, though. Slaves
don't deserve to have any hair at all."

"Maybe you're right, but that wouldn't go over at the office. Much as it
annoys me, I have to work within my slave's limitations."

That was a relief to hear although I didn't like their use of the word
slave. I also found it disquieting that they were once again talking about
me as if I were an inanimate object, not a person who was part of the
conversation.

"I'm sure you can stretch those limits if you try, bro." Jose cocked his
head to one side. "Playtime now?"

"Sure thing. Let's go." I expected Carlos to direct me to the bed but
instead he led me to the living room. I froze at the sight that greeted
me. The coffee table in front of the couch had been moved to one side and
hanging from the hooks in the middle of the ceiling were four chains
suspending a leather sling about three feet off the floor. There were
towels spread on the carpet under it. I turned to look at Carlos.

"Ever hear the expression, 'having your ass in a sling,' Ryan? Now you're
gonna find out what it means."

"Yeah, this makes your holes so much more accessible to us without a
mattress in the way. Carlos and I can use you however we want like this."

The two of them got me into the sling and attached my legs to the chains
with leather restraints. I felt completely helpless, exposed and at their
disposal. I wasn't too worried about Carlos, but I didn't trust
Jose. Carlos poked and prodded me a bit and then lubed up a finger and
started playing with my asshole. As he slid the finger in it felt very
uncomfortable.

"Shit, you're tight! You've got to relax, man, or this is gonna hurt like
hell. Hang on and I'll get you the rest of your beer."

He went back into the bedroom, returning seconds later with the bottle I
hadn't finished earlier. I had no use of my hands but I tried to raise my
head as much as I could so he could help me drink it.

"That little bit of beer isn't going to relax him much, Carlos. Let me add
some of this to it."

Jose picked up a bottle of vodka and poured several ounces of it into the
beer bottle. I couldn't imagine how that was going to taste, but with what
Jose had in mind I discovered that wasn't going to be an issue. He took the
bottle from Carlos, stuck the mouth of it against my lubed hole and pressed
and twisted at the same time, sliding the long neck of the bottle into
me. Then he tipped the bottom of the bottle up, pouring the contents deep
inside me.

"Fastest way to get the alcohol into your system," he leered at me. "Just
lie still for a few minutes and let your body soak up the booze."

He went into the kitchen and came back with two beers, handing one to
Carlos. They stood there and talked about their day, again as if I wasn't
even there. Finally, they must have decided enough time had elapsed. One of
them held a pan under my butt and had me release the rest of the fluid into
it. I was feeling a little woozy but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or
the position I was in.

It was pretty clear they were both going to fuck me so I tried to relax and
just go with it. After all, I'd survived their double fucking once before
and Jose had been in a much rougher mood then. I could only hope that
Carlos would go first again and loosen me up. I also expected to be impaled
at both ends, after Jose's remark about easier access to my holes,
plural. So I was surprised when the two of them both squatted down near my
butt and began to play with it.

For a few minutes they ran fingers all around my anus and up and down
between it and my ball sac. Now and then one of them slipped a finger
inside me. Although I couldn't see who was doing what, I could generally
make it out, since Carlos' fingers were slimmer than Jose's. Jose also had
rough calluses on his.  The vodka was really starting to kick in and I felt
totally relaxed. They increased their playing to two fingers and then
three. I could tell that sometimes they were all Carlos' fingers, sometimes
Jose's, sometimes one or two of each. At one point they each inserted two
fingers, and in spite of the vodka it was an uncomfortable stretch.

"You pull that way and I'll pull this. Let's see how far we can open him
up, amigo."

"Okay, but just a little, Jose. We don't want to rip him apart. We both
want to fuck him, remember."

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna spoil our fun." I groaned as they pulled their
fingers apart, stretching me even more. "Damn, will you look at that hole?
If we had a flashlight I'll bet we could see all the way up inside him."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time, but the way this guy opens up we'll
have to be careful or we'll lose the flashlight," Carlos giggled.

By this point I was looking forward to just getting fucked, even if it was
by those two huge dicks. All of the fingers inside me and their stretching
was making me nervous. I just wanted to get back to the now familiar feel
of one of these giant schlongs up my ass.

I didn't have to wait long. The guys stood up and Carlos positioned himself
at my backdoor, which was hanging just slightly over the edge of the
sling. I bent my head up and looked at him slowly stroking his enormous
hard snake, spreading lube the length of it. Jose moved around to stand
behind me and bent my head back so I was looking at his swollen but not
more than half-hard dick. Without thinking I opened my mouth and he began
to feed it to me. In this state it was a real mouthful but at least it fit.

Carlos was working his fingers into me again, re-opening my chute. He
withdrew them and placed his large mushroom head against my stretched hole,
then wiggled his hips a little until the head was inside me. After all of
the finger work it wasn't a stretch at all. He put his hands on either side
of my hips, grabbed on and pulled me sharply toward him and I felt his
thick shaft slide into me in one long movement. Once buried completely
inside me, he wiggled his hips again, making himself comfortable, feeling
at home.

Jose moved a step forward as Carlos pulled me onto his rod, keeping his fat
dong buried in my mouth. When Carlos started pounding my ass by thrusting
his hips into me, Jose did the same to my mouth, although he was
surprisingly gentle about it. My head was hanging back, my jaw open as far
as it would go, but my teeth were still scraping his thickening shaft a
bit. There was no way his was going down my throat but he seemed content
with being able to move a few inches beer can of it in my mouth.

By now Carlos was long-dicking me, shoving the entire length of his tool in
and out of my hole, rubbing my prostate with each stroke. I'd been
half-hard all through the fingerplay but now my dick was like steel,
standing about an inch above my lower abdomen. I reached down and began to
stroke it, but my hand was quickly slapped away.

"None of that, sir. You'll come when I say, if I say. For now just lay back
and enjoy the ride."

Carlos fucked me hard for nearly fifteen minutes, frequently changing the
angle of his thrusts, as if he were trying to stretch my hole even more. At
one point he wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and seemed to
punch it into me, pulling completely out of me and then slamming it back
in. After one of those hard thrusts I felt more stretched than usual and
realized he'd slipped his thumb inside me along with his shaft.

"One of these days, when we've got this pussy really broken in, we'll do a
real double fuck, Jose. And I'm not talking about one at either end like
this. He'll ride us both together."

In spite of the physical impossibility of that act and the damage I knew
they'd do if they tried it, a thrill went through me as I thought of being
impaled on both of these two enormous pieces of meat at once. I realized
what a change I'd undergone over the past few weeks. I'd always thought of
myself as a top and loved to fuck. Sure, that was with women where there
was no possibility of switching around, but even when I'd started having
sex with Carlos my primary goal was getting into his hot little butt. And
while the sight of that little ass still turned me on something fierce and
I looked forward to the day when he might let me inside him again, I'd
found there was nothing in the world that made me feel the way a big cock
stretching and pounding my manhole did. I loved it and literally couldn't
get enough.

Carlos' speed picked up and his fucking got rougher, so Jose carefully
pulled his dick from my mouth and inched forward, resting his balls on my
lips. I licked them and tried sucking them into my mouth as Carlos pounded
away, obviously nearing his climax. Carlos grabbed my hips again and with
one last almost vicious thrust buried himself inside me. I felt his cock
throbb in my hole as he shot his juice deep in my bowels.

He took only about five seconds to catch his breath and then pulled out,
leaving me feeling like I was gaping open, feeling terribly empty. I didn't
have time to regret the emptiness as the two guys quickly switched
places. Jose lubed himself up and slammed his beer can into me in one
forceful thrust. I gasped at the intrusion but it didn't hurt the way it
had the first time he fucked me. Either Carlos had done a great job warming
me up or I was getting used to being a bottom boy.

Carlos put a hand on my forehead and pressed down, then slid the still
mostly hard dick that had just been up my ass into my mouth. I slurped on
it, tasting cum, lube and who knows what else.

"I know you didn't enjoy those enemas but now aren't you glad I gave them
to you? I'm always thinking ahead, trying to take care of you. Unless you'd
like to try this without cleaning out first sometime. We could try that,
too."

Although my head was wedged between his thighs I shook it as vigorously as
I could. That was one thing I was sure I didn't want, and from what Carlos
had said earlier in the bathroom, he wasn't into it either, fortunately.

Jose was furiously pounding my ass now and Carlos was standing still,
allowing the movement of the sling to push my mouth up and down on his
dick. My jaw had been aching trying to accommodate Jose's thick stump so it
was a pleasure to be able to relax it a bit. And it actually felt good when
Carlos' meat popped into my throat and slid in and out. In spite of the
fact that he'd just cum, Carlos was quickly getting into it, and after only
a few minutes I could tell he was about to shoot again. I tried running my
tongue around his head each time he pulled back, hoping to bring him over
the edge. It worked, and while his first shot was down my throat, he pulled
back and filled my mouth with the rest.

I was relieved that the whole scene seemed to get to Jose and so he didn't
last as long in my ass as Carlos had, since he wasn't as much fun as
Carlos, in spite of his size. He just fucked me, plain and simple. While
Carlos seemed to hit my prostate on nearly every thrust, whether by
accident or on purpose, Jose missed it most of the time. He was much more
into his own sensations. Sure, the feel of that thick log stretching me
wide was a turn-on, but it got boring after a while. He finally gave one
loud grunt and froze, dumping his load inside me. When he pulled out I
truly did feel like my hole was gaping.

"Man, look at all our jizz leaking out of that cunt!" Jose said as he
pointed to my ass. "Hey, I got an idea."

He disappeared into the kitchen but was back in a second holding a shot
glass. He ran it up my crack, scooping the cum running down into it, then
held it at my hole.

"Go ahead, squeeze out some of that juice, pussy-boy." I did as he
instructed, feeling the liquid run from my ass. After a minute Jose stuck a
finger inside me and scooped out some more, then scraped his finger over
the rim of the glass. He brought the glass with its thick milky liquid up
to where I could see it. "Now open wide, pussy-boy. Time for some protein."

Even though I knew I'd been cleaned out earlier, I still wasn't thrilled
about the idea of drinking stuff that had come out of my ass. I looked up a
Carlos, hoping he'd veto the idea, but he just smiled down at me and
nodded. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and Jose dumped the gooey white jizz
into it. In spite of where it came from, it tasted just like all of the
other cum I'd ingested. And as much as I hated to admit to myself, I got a
little thrill knowing where it had come from.

Carlos moved back to stand between my legs at the end of the sling near my
butt. "Good boy, sir. And just so you won't feel like you're the only pig
in the room ..." He squatted down and buried his face in my ass, shoving
his tongue into my still loose hole, slurping out the remnants of their
juices. In spite of the fact that I hadn't come, my erection had started to
go down after the fucking was over. Feeling Carlos eating out my hole
brought me back to a state of full arousal.

"Make him jerk off, bro. Not that he deserves to cum but he might as well
drink his own juice as well as ours."

Carlos stood up again and smiled that crooked little smile of his. "Yeah, I
guess he deserves at least that." He unfastened my legs from their
restraints and lowered them to the floor. I hadn't realized until then just
how sore my muscles were from having them in the air so long. Then he
surprised me by motioning to Jose and they both went into the bedroom,
leaving me lying in the sling with my arms still attached to the chains.

"Be back in a sec, sir," he called over his shoulder. It was more than a
few seconds before they returned, fully clothed. Carlos unfastened my right
arm and then the two of them stood near my feet, arms folded across on
their chests.

"Okay, Ryan, pull on that pinga and work some jizz out of those worthless
balls of yours."

I did as he ordered even though it was humiliating jerking off in front of
two fully clothed men who looked as bored as if they were waiting for a
bus. I wanted to have it over as soon as possible, so I closed my eyes and
relived the most stimulating parts of Carlos' and Jose's fucks. An image of
both of the two huge dicks buried inside my hole, ripping me open, popped
into my head and I erupted, flooding my belly and chest with an amazing
amount of white goo.

"Damn, it looks like we got him a little worked up," Jose chuckled.

The two of them used their fingers to scoop up all of the cum and feed it
to me, then Carlos ran a damp cloth all over me, cleaning the rest of it
up. I was sure if it was physically possible he would have made me lick the
remnants off my dick. Carlos released my left hand from its chain as Jose
headed for the door.

"That was a whole lot of fun, bro. Thanks for sharing. I've gotta meet my
buds now." Jose turned and grinned. "Maybe next time we can invite them to
the party. I'm sure your little piggie would love that." He opened the door
and left.

"How about it, Ry? Wanna be the guest of honor at a gang bang?

I vehemently shook my head and said no, thinking how humiliating it would
be to have strangers see me this way. Carlos and Jose were one thing, but
others ... no way. Although the thought of guys lining up for a shot at my
hole made my dick start to rise again.

"Sure, your mouth says no but your eyes just flashed yes, loud and clear,
and your dick was practically shouting hooray. You don't seem to realize
how big a slut you are and I'm just beginning to find that out
myself. We're gonna have to explore that idea some more."

He went into the bedroom while I struggled out of the sling. My arms and
legs didn't seem to be working very well. Carlos came back with my clothes
and tossed them on the couch.

"Better get dressed. You've got a train to catch."

He got us a couple of beers as I started putting my clothes on. I took a
swig and the cold brew felt good running down my sore throat. He sat and
watched me get dressed, nursing his beer.

"From now on, sir, no underwear. Until wifey gets back you're gonna be
freeballin', 24/7. And don't forget to bring the car into the city
tomorrow. It's gonna be a late night."

Earlier at Rick's I'd tried to get him to tell me a little about the party
we were going to but he'd just said that wasn't anything I had to worry
about. It was going to be fun and that's all I needed to know. I still
wanted to know more.

"Anything else I have to do?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it. You'd better bring some extra cash with
you, maybe a few hundred bucks. We have to pick up our outfits after work
and you're paying, of course."

"Outfits?"

He gave me that crooked little smile. "Yeah, it's kind of a costume party."


To be continued.