Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2005 18:14:10 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Blame Quentin, Chapter 11

This story contains scenes of sex between men. If that offends you or you
are not old enough to be reading this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you
enjoy this little figment of my imagination. While this story was inspired
by real people and events, it is a work of fiction. The characters live in
a fantasy world where all sex is safe. In the real world it is not, so
precautions should be taken.

Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.

Chapter Eleven

After a few weeks of Monday night shows that involved filling my hole with
inanimate objects I was getting bored. I had the feeling Quentin was too,
but he didn't say anything. He just kept finding more things to stick up my
butt. I knew he enjoyed working on my hole, but it was getting pretty
routine.

One night he got to the apartment a little early and showed some
excitement.

"We're gonna have some fun tonight, Mikey. Make me a gin and tonic. And
make one for yourself, too."

"What, no beer tonight?"

"Nah, it's been a hot summer day. Gin goes good on a day like this."

When I handed him his drink he held out his hand to me. In his palm was a
pill.

"What's that for?"

"Just take it. Trust me." Why did I bother asking? I swallowed the pill
with a gulp of my drink.

As usual he hadn't told me anything about what we were going to do but
since he hadn't brought anyone with him I assumed it would be toys
again. When that's what the show was about Jorge usually got there a little
before nine to work the camera. This time he arrived a little after
eight. Quentin and I were just starting on our second round of drinks and
he joined us. By the time we went into the bedroom I was feeling buzzed and
a lot more relaxed than usual. From that I assumed the pill must have been
a tranquilizer of some sort.

We were all set up with me on my back on the bed and the camera aimed at my
ass at nine o'clock. Jorge and Quentin had both stripped so it looked like
they were both going to be in the show. As Jorge started up the camera,
Quentin walked up to the bed, lifted my legs and pushed them back. I
grabbed them and pulled them tight to my chest so Jorge had a good shot of
my spread cheeks. Quentin knelt down and pushed his face into my ass, not
too close so he wouldn't block the shot. He carefully tongued me, licking
and tickling my pucker. After a few minutes he pushed his tongue into
me. The camera couldn't get that shot so he didn't do it for long, but he
was able to thrust his tongue into me a few times.

He applied a generous amount of lube to my hole and slowly inserted his
skinny dick. It felt so good sliding into me. My butt was angled up a bit
so he had to aim his cock down into me. I loved the way that felt going
in. He casually fucked me, not putting too much effort into it, just
stroking in and out, changing the angle now and then. He hadn't been at it
very long when he pulled out and stepped over to the desk. Jorge got up and
came over to me. He slathered some lube on his uncut log and pressed it
into me. He fucked a little harder than Quentin had, but he also didn't
seem like he was really into it. After about five minutes of that he also
pulled out, leaving me feeling a little empty. I couldn't figure out what
the point of all of this was. It was very pleasant but not very
exciting. To be honest, between the pill, the gin and the mild action, I
felt like I might fall asleep any minute.

Quentin had me get up and reposition myself so that I was kneeling on the
edge of the bed. He spread my knees apart and had me bend forward until I
was leaning on my face and shoulders, my ass up in the air, spread and
pointed at the camera. He then knelt down to one side of me.

"I'm gonna play with your ass for a while for our members, babe. They wanna
see a little finger action."

My hole was already well-lubed but he must have added some to his fingers
because it was very slick when he started sliding them around my stretched
pucker. He slid one finger in and I barely felt it, I was so relaxed. I did
feel it when it brushed my prostate and sparks shot all through me. As he
pulled the finger out he slid another one in. He repeated this a couple of
times, fucking me with one finger, then another. After several thrusts like
this I felt both fingers enter me. It was still an easy fit, given the
double fucking I'd already received. He fucked me harder with the two
fingers, twisting and turning them into me like a screw. When he added a
third finger I finally felt a little stretch. It didn't hurt, just felt
comfortably full. He gently worked those fingers into me. The drinks and
pill had me drifting into a dream world as he fucked my hole with his three
fingers. After a while he pulled out and then re-inserted. It felt a little
tighter and it took me a minute to realize that he'd added his little
finger to the others.

He pushed in and out of me, twisting and turning, stretching and curling
his fingers. All four fingers combined weren't as big as some of the toys
we'd used so I barely felt the stretch, except when they were all the way
in and the wide part of his hand neared me, but then he'd pull it out,
leaving me feeling empty. Then he thrust his fingers back in. I was getting
into the motion and the rhythm and was forcing my butt back to meet him. He
was caressing my check with his other hand and I was getting that dreamy
feeling again, when I felt the change. He'd tucked his thumb into his palm
and inserted that with the other four fingers. I suddenly realized what
tonight's main act was going to be.

"No way, Quentin. That's just not gonna work."

"Sure it will, Mikey. My hands are small, not much bigger than that butt
plug you swallowed up last week. And you hadn't even taken a Valium
then. Just relax and enjoy."

"I still don't think it'll work."

"There's a bottle of poppers on the bed next to you. Take a hit or two and
relax. Don't worry, I'm not gonna force anything. I'll just play a while
and let you get used to it."

So I grabbed the bottled and inhaled while Quentin continued to play with
my ass. He did as he said and didn't force anything, just took a long time
pressing into me as far as his hand would easily go, then pulling out
again. He twisted his hand around a bit as he pushed in and out. Now and
then I took a hit on the poppers and felt him push a little harder. I had
just inhaled deeply from the bottle when I felt Quentin's lips place a soft
kiss on my left cheek. Then he gave a hard thrust with his hand. I felt a
stretching like never before. The rush from the poppers passed through my
body as he continued to push. I started feeling pain and realized I was
whimpering. I tried to go along with him but finally I decided I had to say
something to get him to stop. Just as I opened my mouth I felt a sharp stab
of pain but then it all subsided.

At first I thought he had pulled back but then I realized the opposite was
true. The widest part of his hand had passed through my ring and he was
inside me, with my hole having closed up over his wrist.

"I'm in, babe, I'm in. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. It hurt a lot and I was going to stop you, but it's okay
now."

Quentin's wrist was no bigger around than some of the dildos we'd used
though it was still a pretty tight fit. It was his hand buried inside me
that was really filling, though. He very gradually worked his hand in me,
twisting it, pushing in a little, pulling out a bit. I was feeling a bit
drowsy again. While he was mashing my prostate when he moved his hand, it
wasn't a very sexual feeling. What turned me on about it was in my head,
not in my ass. It was Quentin inside me, completely filling me, in control
of me. That's what thrilled me about what we were doing, what we had been
doing all along. He could do anything he wanted with me, as long as he did
something.

While I was off in deep thought Quentin had continued working his hand up
inside me. I had no idea how far he got, but I became aware that he was
stretching my hole again. He had begun to pull back.

"Okay, Mikey, better go for those poppers again. I'm gonna take my hand
out."

I'd gotten so used to the feeling of having him inside me that I'd
forgotten that he was going to have to open me up again to get his hand
out. He pulled back two or three times, a little further each time, and
then with one steady motion he pulled his hand all the way out. For a few
seconds there was that sharp pain, but that was all. Then there was nothing
but a very empty feeling. I was sure my hole was gaping open as Quentin
softly ran his fingers around it. A few seconds later I heard Jorge's
fingers tapping the keyboard, indicating the show was over.

"You did fantastic, Mikey. That was amazing." Quentin patted me lightly on
my butt, which was still up in the air. I slid forward until I was lying on
my belly.

"Yeah, that was so awesome, Mike. I've never seen anything like it." I
looked back and Jorge had a rock hard erection poking up from his lap.

"I'd help you out with that thing but I'm a little wiped out."

"Don't worry about it. You've had more than your fill tonight, so to
speak."

Quentin stayed next to me running his hands lightly over my body while
Jorge went into the kitchen for another round of drinks. Usually we'd sit
in the living room and go over the night's performance, but I wasn't up for
sitting, so I just lay on my belly while the others talked.

"That was so incredible being inside you like that, Mike. It was a real
power trip, knowing I was in complete control, totally occupying your
body. But even more than power, there was a feeling of intimacy, that we
were sharing something pretty special."

"I know what you mean, at least from the other side, but I'm not sure I'd
want to do it again. Anything you do gives me that feeling. I don't need
extreme sex to get it."

"Well, every week we do a different show, so we won't be repeating that one
for a while."

My ass was sore the whole next day. I had to be very careful sitting down
at work, but I tried to not be obvious about it. I knew Quentin was coming
over that night and as much as I wanted to see him, I wasn't sure I'd be
able to do anything sexual with him. Maybe he'd be content with fucking my
mouth. He was even more considerate than that when he showed up.

"I know your butt has got to be hurting, so we'll skip the sex tonight, if
that's all right with you. Let's just hang and talk, maybe plan some
upcoming shows."

"I thought I wasn't supposed to know about the shows in advance, that you
wanted to surprise me with them."

'Yeah, well, that was mostly leading up to last night. I knew we'd be doing
some fisting eventually and I also knew you would never go for it if you
knew in advance. I don't know that we'll be doing anything else so extreme
that I'd have to spring it on you at the last minute so it's okay for you
to hear some ideas ahead of time."

"Maybe I don't have a very good imagination, but I can't think of anything
we haven't done."

"Oh, there's lots of things. We've been getting requests for kinkier stuff,
but I'm not sure what I want to do and what we can do that would make for a
good show."

"Like what, for instance?"

"Well, there have been a couple of guys asking for some scat scenes. They
want to see someone squat over your face and shit into your open mouth."

I nearly spit out the sip of beer I'd just taken. "No way. I want to do
what you want, Quentin, but I'd be sick if we did that."

"Don't worry, Mikey. Shit really turns me off. That's why I've always made
sure you were squeaky clean inside and out before any of our
events. Besides, this is supposed to be about your ass, not your mouth."

I was relieved. The thought of that really turned me off, but knowing how
much I wanted to please Quentin, I was afraid that if he had insisted, I
would have done it. And I really didn't want to do that.

Quentin got up and started walking around the apartment, going from the
bedroom to the bathroom, looking around.

"We've had several requests for water sports, too. That would be really
messy in the bedroom, but maybe Jorge can run a long cable for the web cam
into the bathroom. That way we could put on a show in the bathtub. You
could kneel in the tub and I'd stand over you, pissing on your face, into
your open mouth, down your throat. What do you think of that, Mikey?"

"I don't think I'd like it." The thought of what piss must taste like made
my stomach feel queasy.

"Of course, what would be more in keeping with the theme of the web site
and what I'd find hotter, would be to give you a piss enema. You know, just
shove my dick in your hole and let loose. Unfortunately, that's 'internal'
action and wouldn't make a very exciting video."

I had to admit that the idea of Quentin filling my insides with his hot
piss kind of turned me on. As long as I didn't have to taste it.

"Hey, I've got an idea. Maybe we could get one of those medical tools, a
speculum I think it's called. I could use it to open you up and keep your
hole wide open. Then I could have target practice, pissing on your ass,
trying to get as much into your gaping hole as possible."

That idea actually sounded hot and my dick indicated its approval by
plumping up a bit, which Quentin immediately noticed.

"Damn, you really are a pig. I mention water sports and you act all prim
and proper, like, 'Oh no, I couldn't do that. That's disgusting.' But the
further into it I go, the harder you get. You really are a raunchy slut,
aren't you?"

I wanted so much to tell Quentin that, while I did enjoy a lot of the
things he was making me do, it was mostly because it was him doing them to
me. I wasn't a slut for cock, or cum, or toys, or fists, or piss. I was a
slut for Quentin. But because he had never shown any interest in me other
than how far he could go using my hole and how much money he could make off
it, I couldn't risk letting him know that my involvement in this was mostly
emotional, not just physical. So I had to keep doing what he wanted,
letting him think I was an indiscriminate slut.

"I'll talk to Jorge about extending the web cam and we'll see what we can
do. I don't have to make a decision until the weekend."

To be continued...