Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2011 11:55:33 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 10 cant rape the willing gay male authoritarian

CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING

Kevin Donovan

letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com

What follows is a work of gay erotic fiction, featuring bondage,
domination, some light kink.  It is completely fiction.  All participants,
if they existed, would be over the legal age for consent wherever you live.
If you yourself are under that age, leave now.  The author never condones
any kind of coerced sex or unprotected sex.  Like all Nifty authors, I get
inspiration and encouragement from your comments, so please don't be shy.

 This is only my second Authoritarian piece: the first was "The Harem,"
October 11, 2001.

CHAPTER TEN: `DILLON'

            Boss and Alex, a. k. a. "Ho,'" did not arise on Saturday until
after one, by which time, Ethan and Jake had gone out clothes shopping and
still had time to have a nice brunch awaiting them.  Boss was a real man
who did eat quiche.  Both sleepyheads were still smiling from the
recollection of the great time they had had in the Rack, Afterhours the
night before.  They took turns telling choice parts of the tale.  Two
things were clear: Alex had found his element in a significant way, and the
two of them were developing a very special relationship together.  A side
effect of that, however, was that both were exceedingly grateful to Ethan
and Jake for bringing them together, and that gratitude raised the other
two wives in their regard enormously.

            Ho,' it turned out, loved to be hit.  His backside was welted
and striped from the abuse he had taken, and he was excited as shit about
it.  He, of course, had no mask, as Jake had had, and no cock restraint, as
both Jake and Ethan had had--he just flopped free, naked but for the
collar.  And proportionally, he had a lot to flop.  So Boss had hoisted him
by his spread ankles into the air upside down, and men had flailed away at
his back, shoulders, butt, thighs, and balls with various disciplinary
devices.  Alex screamed, but never used the safe-word he had been given.
When he took him down, Boss tied him spread-eagle to a horizontal
St. Andrews' Cross and let the men gang-bang him to their hearts content.
Then all pissed on him, as had been done to the others, and he guzzled
Boss's beer piss, and the two men sat at the bar for an hour drinking
unprocessed beer and watching the welts rise up on Alex's pristine skin.

            Then Whelp arrived with his father, Andrew.  Alex admitted that
just knowing their relationship turned him on even more, but he also
acknowledged that Whelp was a real babe.  Naked, there was no way to hide
his boner.  Dillon had one, too--after all, Alex was a looker himself, like
Boss's other wives.


            "One condition," said Andrew as he approached the bar with
Dillon on leash beside him.  "I want to fuck this one as he fucks my boy.
I'm as clean as Whelp is--after all, we share fluids, and we both keep
tested."

            Boss just looked at Alex.  It had to be up to him to take
Andrew bareback. Alex nodded.  "OK," was all Alex said.  He would do it, to
get at Dillon's ass, but he wouldn't be happy about it.

            Dillon was trying to look bored, but his dick told another
tale.  He hopped up on the bar, as before, and the men crowded around for
best views.  Alex climbed up behind him.  Then Andrew stepped up on the
stool and knelt on the bar behind him, unzipping his leather pants.  Boss
did the lube honors for both bitches.  Alex slid into Whelp, and Andrew
poked his big porker into Alex.  No problem--Alex had been taking Boss, who
was even bigger, and he'd just been reamed by the whole bar, so he hardly
felt it.  He just held the pose and let Andrew push him into Whelp, until
they worked out a rhythm together.  It took over ten minutes, longer than
with just one guy fucking, but in the end, both bitches got bred.

            Afterward, Alex asked Boss to take him to the wet-room to hose
out his gut.  He didn't want Andrew's swimmers in him, as he wasn't really
attracted to the guy--he was there with Boss, who offered to take Dillon,
too, and Andrew agreed.  They were gone only a few minutes, but while in
the wet room, Dillon whispered quickly into Ed's ear.

            "My dad is coming to see you, soon.  Not about the house.  I
just want to say, please say yes.  I'll do anything.  Anything.  You won't
regret it."

            Boss refused to tell Alex what Dillon had said, and the three
of them returned to the bar as if nothing had taken place between them.  As
they left, though, Ed happened to look back toward the corner of the big
room, and there he saw Andrew breeding his son as a circle of men watched.
He felt better about it, knowing for sure that Whelp was of age and
consenting, but he hustled Alex out the door anyway so that he would not
see that action.

            To follow up on that presentation from Alex and Boss, Ethan and
Jake revealed that they had gone out to do some early shopping that morning
while the others were sleeping, and both had picked up a couple of outfits
they wanted Boss's approval on.  That involved putting clothing on in the
house, so they needed his permission, which he granted, just for the
purpose of the modeling.  Each man had selected two outfits, one casual
wear and one more party-wear, and they had gone all out to accentuate their
physiques and their sexiness.  The clothes were far from their usual
conservative, businessman style, or even their collegiate preppy looks from
the recent past. Among other things, they screamed "SEX."

            They appeared in the casual outfits first.

            "What does this outfit say to you, Boss?" asked Jake.

            "It says, `Kiss me, Fucker,'" responded Boss.

            "Keep it?"

            "Oh, yeah."

            Jake walked over and kissed him, grinning.

            "How about this?" asked Ethan with a smile.

            "That says, `I'm easy, but I belong to That Guy,'" he said.

            "And?"

            "Keep it."

            They tripped back up the stairs excitedly, and returned in
their party clothes.

            "What about this?" Ethan went first this time.

            "Hmm.  That one says, "I bend over for you."

            "Too much, huh?"

            "Depends on how close by I am.  It does not say, `Ask my
husband first.'  We'll have to be careful where you wear that one, Cunny."

            "I'm afraid this one may say, `I suck cock,'" said Jake.

            "Yeah, I believe it does.  Why don't you come over here and
show me how you do that, Puss?"  Jake slipped out of the slinky new pants
and the soft cashmere sweater, sans underclothes, quickly and laid them
across the chair arm before he knelt to take Boss's throbbing dick into his
mouth.

            "We'll take these back Monday," laughed Ethan, gathering up the
discards.

            "No, Cunny, let's not be hasty.  I'm thinking what those two
outfits say may be just right in certain circumstances. I particularly like
what Puss's is saying to me right now. They'll make every gay man and every
straight woman in the room cream their pants--and that's not always such a
bad thing.  I say keep `em, for when I decide I want to make people envy my
ass."

            Laughing, Ethan took the clothes upstairs to hang and returned
nude as Jake was just finishing up on Boss's blow job.

            "Jake, while you've got that suction going, would you do me,
too?" asked Alex.  I need to relax some more."

            "I'll do everybody," Jake declared.  "After all, I have clothes
that say `I suck cock.'"

            "Boss, how `bout if we take massage classes?" asked Ethan.
"Might come in pretty handy not only for one another, but also for this
little side-line you have planned for us."

            "Damn straight.  I'll teach you myself.  Among my various
skills, I'm a licensed massage therapist.  Once Puss gets finished with
these blow-jobs, let's go downstairs and get started."

            The men spent the remainder of the afternoon poring over some
of Ed's texts on anatomy and manipulating one another's muscles on the
table downstairs.  They vowed to continue every Saturday afternoon through
the winter, until they all became adept at the skill.

            Later, after a wide-eyed delivery man brought Chinese food to
the naked household, Boss had a further presentation.

            "I actually had these last night, but last night was Puss's
special time.  I hope you don't mind, Cunny and Ho', but you need your
birthday presents now, not when the actual dates come up.  It'll be pretty
obvious what these are."

            The stacked boxes were, indeed, a giveaway.  Complete leather
outfits, just like Jake's, were now available for both the others.  Boss
had in mind that the boys would be wearing them as part of the marriage
celebration coming up.

            Later, the wives went on line and ordered accessories as their
gifts for one another.  Jake bought floggers for everyone; Ethan bought
studded dog collars with matching leashes; and Alex bought two more of the
neat riding crops.  They'd be in prior to the big party.

            But the big party was not to happen before Christmas as
planned.  Something would happen to cause Boss to postpone the celebration
a whole month.

********

            Boss spent the whole of Sunday morning in his bed, with one of
his wives at a time, making love.  They started the day around nine with a
light breakfast together in the dining room.  Afterward, Boss took Alex by
the hand and, smiling seductively, pulled him up from the table and into
his arms.  They began to kiss.  Ethan and Jake continued to clear the
breakfast table, smiling indulgently.

            "We'll be upstairs for a while," Boss announced, and the two
left hand in hand.

            They were occupied in Boss's bedroom for over an hour.  Toward
the end of that time, Andrew Wilcox called for Boss on the phone.  After
trying to put him off, Ethan went up the stairs and stepped into Boss's
room (he never closed the door, since they were all "married.")

            Boss was taking his newest mate missionary style, with Alex's
knees pulled back and his heels tapping on Boss's buttocks.  Their mating
was strenuous and far advanced, with lots of panting and sweating going on.
Ethan's dick got hard.

"I told him you were `indisposed,' but he insists it's urgent," reported
Ethan.

"Tell him I have my dick in my wife right now.  Ask him to come to lunch
here at 1:00.  If I'm not finished with all of you, he can watch."

Ethan laughed.  He knew Wilcox would be hoping for that.  On the phone,
Wilcox agreed.  Ethan and Jake got busy putting together lunch for five,
plus refreshments for the game day group, who would be arriving in
mid-afternoon.

Boss took the time to give Ethan, and then Jake, a fine ride in the sack
before their guest arrived.  Those not busy being serviced were busy in the
kitchen, and all was in readiness when the doorbell rang, except that Jake
still looked a bit flushed, and his butt was rather slick.  He excused
himself immediately after answering the door to visit the lavatory.


Wilcox insisted on a private meeting with "the man of the house," so the
three bitches took their plates to the kitchen table.  The meeting lasted
half an hour, and Boss emerged to consult with his wives.  He sat at their
table, leaving Wilcox in the dining room.

Wilcox had come to make the offer that Boss had been expecting, but the
others did not know about.  Andrew Wilcox wanted to divest himself of his
son as sub partner. Both of them had always seen that as a temporary thing,
and it was becoming inconvenient now that Dillon was moving up in the firm.
Dillon wanted to be with Boss--AND Boss's three hot bitches..  His father
was agreeable--provided that he was adequately compensated, and he approved
of the arrangement for his son.  They came to an agreement easily, both
wanting it to happen.  Therefore, Boss's dreams for completing his family
were coming to fruition more quickly than he could have hoped: he was
resolved, pending the approval of the others, to propose marriage to Dillon
as his fourth and final wife.

That approval was quick and enthusiastic in coming.

"There's one catch," warned Ed.  "Wilcox wants all five of us to be on
call, free of charge, to serve as escorts and hosts to his out-of-town
clients as needed, for three years.  I told him I only top; you guys are
versatile.  He's OK with that.  What do you say?"

They were quiet for a moment, waiting for one another to respond.  Finally,
Ethan said, "I would have expected him to ask for about $10,000, which we
don't really have right now, since our cash and credit are tied up for the
moment with the construction plan.  So this is better.  He'll take it in
trade."

The others agreed.  "How many gay clients could the man have, anyway?"
wondered Alex.

"Probably more than we imagine.  OK by you guys if I ask him to bring
Dillon over tonight after the game group leaves?  We can talk things over,
and see what happens."

They had a feeling they knew what would happen, and it would involve a trip
to Boss's bedroom for Dillon, but they were excited about that and agreed
with enthusiasm.

They had some difficulty concentrating on either the game or their
responsibilities serving their guests' gustatory and ejaculatory needs, but
no one seemed to notice.  They were all excited as could be about meeting
Alex, and eager to take his mouth for a test run.  He was a good sport and
sucked off as many as he could manage, but Jake and Ethan had to step
in--gladly--to pick up some of the slack for him, especially on second
rounds.


"Just wait til next week," Jake whispered to Ethan, winking, as they
watched their friend's face rising and falling on a nice, thick eight-inch
erection.