Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2011 05:50:28 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 11, can't rape the willing, gay male authoritarian

CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING


Kevin Donovan


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.  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.

letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com


CHAPTER ELEVEN: TOMMY


          Andrew brought Dillon by about 9:00.  None of the men had ever
seen Dillon with clothes on, and they only got a glimpse then, because he
stripped at the coat closet just like Alex had done.  Andrew gave him a
deep, inappropriate kiss, smiled and wished him well, and said he'd see him
at work Monday.  Jake and Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, because they had
been concerned about what repercussions this move might have for Dillon on
the home and family front.



          Alex had offered drinks, which Andrew declined, but Dillon
accepted.  Soon, the naked family was seated in the living room, with the
current wives explaining their system to the new prospect, while Boss sat
quietly and let them do the talking--and the selling.  His personal
magnetism was working, though, and in fact, Dillon didn't need any selling.
By ten, Dillon was sitting across Boss's thighs, making out with him, their
hard cocks touching.  About ten-thirty, Boss pulled him up off the sofa,
placed his hands on Dillon's slender hips, and guided him toward and up the
stairway.



          Knowing that they would not be called on any further, the other
three followed to their own bed, where they made love in various
combinations for a couple of hours before going to sleep.  Dillon never
joined them.  When Jake checked on them the next morning, Boss and Dillon
were curled up together in Boss's bed, sound asleep.  It looked like Boss's
cock might still be inserted in Dillon's little rump.



          "Boss, don't you have to work today?"  Jake asked.


          Boss's eyes popped open.  "Oh--yeah, I do.  Thanks."


          While he was in the shower, Dillon told Jake, "He fucked me five
times. The man's an animal!  Don't you guys ever tap that thing? "


          "Yeah, we all did yesterday more than once.  We're all animals
around here.  You should fit right in."


          "Damn.  Where does it all come from?" Dillon grinned.


          "That's why he needs all of us, Baby!  And we need each other."
He leaned down to kiss Wife Number 4.  "Welcome to the family."




********


          Over breakfast, as everyone hustled to get off to work, Boss
explained that he would be hosting one or two of them in his bed each night
for the duration of construction, since they needed the rack space.
Everyone agreed that was a good idea.  He also announced that he was
postponing the marriage celebration for three or four weeks, so that he
could be prepared to welcome all four wives into the marriage at once.  He
was short two ring sets, and there would be an expanded guest list.  He
needed more time to prepare.  The wives were asked to get on the phones and
internet and make sure everyone was informed of the new plan, as soon as he
confirmed a date with the Club.


          Dillon got the nickname "Beaver," which caused great amusement
for all of them.  "This is the real reason I have to stop at four," Boss
said, "I'm out of nicknames for the female genitals.  I've only got `Vag'
and `Muff' left, and I guess I'll save those for an emergency."  Dillon
would spend a lot of time in Boss's bed in the coming days, but no one was
complaining.  They all did.  And Dillon spent a lot of time with the
others' dicks inserted into one or the other of his eager orifices, too.
Dillon was, if possible, even more of a sex-pistol than the others, and he
was keen on being used.  He got his pleasure from giving pleasure to others
more than own seeking his own ejaculations--not to suggest he didn't have
plenty of those!


          Boss got Jake's spa moved over to his own patio, and before
dinner, it became the family custom to gather there for a soak and a glass
of wine or a beer (Boss) while dinner finished cooking.  Dillon usually
wound up in the downstairs shower afterward, because the rest emptied their
bladders on and in him (and sometimes one another), before going up to eat.
Their banter with one another was sweet, randy, physical, and juvenile,
like a high school locker room might be if you took out all of the
homophobia from it, but left in all the testosterone.


          The group decided not to have assigned spaces in the beds even
when their new house was completed.  They'd just rotate themselves around
according to which of them was with Boss, so that no one would ever need to
wind up alone.  Dillon made a slight change to the new house design so that
the walk-in closets were both accessible from either bedroom, and the men
were all set, since their personal belongings would be in those closets
anyway.



          It became clear quickly that Dillon had a special attachment to
Jake.  He tried not to make it obvious, but the more time he spent swinging
on Jake's dick, one way or the other, the better he liked it.  He seemed to
offer his rump to Jake for re-seeding quite a lot.


          "It's like, when you bred him that first time, he became yours,"
Ethan said, when they were alone together while Alex and Dillon were
team-boffing Boss in his room.


          "I get it.  I actually felt it happen.  There was a bond, it was
really special.  I don't want it to come between us, though, Ethan.  It's a
sexual thing only, far as I'm concerned.  I mean I think Dillon is a sweet
guy, just like you do.  With me and you, it's sexual--but it's everything
else, too."


          "Show me," laughed Ethan, and he pulled his lover down upon him.
They nibbled and licked and poked at one another until they finally wore
themselves out.


********


          Boss resorted to more three-way and group sex arrangements to
keep all his wives well seeded and attended to.  He enjoyed having a pair
of them engaged in oral sex while he fucked the other end, often moving
from one to the other. He liked sandwiches, too, putting one of them to
fucking another, then topping the top-man himself, making that one the
filling of the sandwich.  In that way, it was as if he was fucking two of
them at a time, since he controlled the rate and depth of the penetration.
They discovered that both Jake and Dillon could handle, and enjoyed, double
penetration, and they played that way sometimes, too.  Boss also loved
watching them have sex together, as live porn.



          Some days, especially Sunday mornings, it was an orgiastic
free-for-all on one of the beds or in the basement den, with everyone
poking everyone else (except Boss, of course, who poked everybody).  They
would spend hours in sex that way.


          "I can't wait for that new group shower set-up," declared Ethan.


          "And the big, open, play room, too," added Alex.


          Dillon swelled with pride.


          For their pimping plan, together, they worked up a kind of
dance/skit, which was a strip act, culminating in sucking and fucking.
Obviously, the finale had to be performed in select circumstances.  It was
simple enough that any of them could switch to either role easily, though
Boss would never take the sub role.  During the week between Christmas and
New Year's Day, they got called upon to present it several times--all of
them worked New Year' Eve, in two pairings, Jake with Dillon and Boss with
Alex; Ethan did a solo gig that night, stripping and jacking for an
enthusiastic mixed gender crowd.  By pre-arrangement, all five went home
with some of the patrons, and together they brought in $5,000 for the
night, over $12,000 for the holiday week, toward furnishing their new home.
During the period between New Year's and Valentine's, they raked in that
much again, appearing at private leather-theme parties, bridal pre-nuptial
"doe parties," and gay birthday parties.





Meanwhile, the papers were revised to include the two new partners, with
monthly allotments reduced for each, and closing on the property purchase
and construction loan occurred right before Christmas.  Ed's house, where
they were living, went under contract right after that, closing to take
place upon completion of the new home.  A sweet, older gay couple were to
buy it, and they were already fussing like hens over their soon-to-be
neighbors.  Jake's old bungalow was dozed at the first of the year, and
construction began on the new house immediately.  It rose startlingly fast,
thanks to a perfectly-timed break in the weather that allowed a quick
roofing-in.




          Jake went out and traded his Civic for that Beemer he'd had his
eye on.  Ethan, Alex, and Dillon were envious, so they did likewise.  Boss
prided himself on being a leader, not a follower.  He came in one afternoon
in a shiny new extended-cab pick-up.  The men all got a laugh out of that.
But sharing expenses had brought serious savings to all of them, and they
could well afford the extravagance.


Just prior to the marriage celebration in late January, however, another
complication came into the men's lives.



********




          Late in the afternoon, Ethan and Jake were in the midst of
preparing grilled chicken salads for the family dinner, expecting Boss,
Alex, and Dillon any moment, when the front doorbell rang.  Jake went to
the door to see Boss standing on the porch, facing away toward the street.


          "Hey, Boss," he greeted his husband, "how come you had to ring
the bell?"


          The fellow turned around, grinning, and Jake realized--it was not
Ed!


          It was Ed's youngest brother, Tom, a December college graduate,
tired of enjoying the hospitality of his parents over Christmas, and
looking forward to hanging out with his older brother, the missing family
member at Christmas, while he looked for a job. His field was computer
science, so he was unlikely to be job hunting for very long.


          "So, who are you, and why are you naked?" Tom wanted to know.
Jake and Ethan had been keeping one another's bodies shaved, and Tom gave
Jake's hairless hide a quick up-and-down scan.


          Jake had not been prepared for this event, not knowing what to
say or not to say about Boss's life to family members.  With Ethan naked in
the kitchen, the "just out of the shower" ploy was not going to work, so he
just decided to spill it--some of it.


          "I'm Jake, and I live here.  This is the house dress code.  Ed
will be here any minute, along with two more, er, housemates."


          Just then, Ethan came up to investigate.  Jake noticed Tom's eye
scan his body also with interest, lingering on Ethan's cute, cut dangle.


          "This is Ethan, housemate #2.  We're just getting dinner.  We'll
put out another plate.  Why don't you, uh--get with the program and make
yourself comfortable?  It's no fun to wear clothes when everyone else is
naked."  Tom grinned and stripped unabashedly.


          So when Ed arrived half an hour later, having been delayed at
work, after running upstairs to disrobe, he entered the kitchen to find his
little brother Tommy having a glass of wine in the buff with all four
wives, Alex and Dillon having arrived by then, laughing, joking, and
obviously flirting indiscriminately.



          Ed was initially taken aback, but Tommy was clearly cool with the
arrangement, as he knew it so far.  Tom stepped right up and gave his
brother a big hug, front to front, wearing only his trademark grin.  Ed
still looked a little hesitant, but he accepted the beer Ethan held out for
him.



          Side by side, the two could almost have passed for twins, though
Ed was six years older than Tom.  Tom kept grinning at his brother, as if
he now knew something very important and valuable about Big Bro.  Ed began
working to salvage the situation.


          "Look, Tommy, rule number 1 is, you don't have to tell all you
know, OK?  Mom and Dad know I share a house with some friends.  That's all
they need to know, clear?"


          Tom gave a big, dramatic shrug, and said, "Absolutely, Bro.  We
all have our little secrets, man.  Yours are just a little more interesting
and surprising than some in the family, that's all.  Hey, I guess I
should've called.  I was hoping to hang here with you--and your
roomies--for a couple of weeks while my job applications get processed.  I
didn't know exactly how much was going to be hanging, that's all!  But I'm
fine with it.  I got nothing to be ashamed of."


          "Damn right," commented Dillon.


          "OK, then, rule number 2 is, you're always welcome in our home.
Stay as long as you can, we'll be glad to have you.  Now for the shocking
Rest of the Story, Bud.  These are my four wives.  We're a little cramped
right now, just getting started on building a new house next door.  I hope
you're cool with guy-sex, because a hell of a lot of it goes on around
here.  You're welcome to join in, if you're so inclined.  I have plenty of
man-pussy at my disposal to share."


          Tommy's jaw had dropped a couple of inches at this announcement.
For a moment, he was speechless, and for the first time, his grin slipped.


          "Ed, you know, I'm straight, hell, I don't know what to say, I
always thought you were, too..."


          "That's OK, Tommy, whatever floats your boat, man, we're cool
with it.  Just that, with things so tight, dude, you're bound to see some
screwing around going on here.  If you don't want in on it, just turn your
head, OK?"


          Tom's mouth seemed to want to say something, but nothing came
out.  The silence hung heavy in the air.  Tom himself was hung quite heavy,
as a matter of fact.


          Ethan broke the awkward silence.  "Let's eat."



 The group adjourned to the dining table and, under the direction of the
wives, made small talk happen over fresh salads and bread hot from the
oven.


          The only bed available for Tom was the basement "captive" room,
not the most elegant room in the house.  He moved his suitcase in and
appeared to be crashing early.  The others watched a movie in the TV room
down the hall, only slightly inhibited by Tom's presence.  Ed fucked Jake
over the ottoman, but they kept the noise down more than usual.


          "I hope Tommy is not permanently freaked about this situation,"
offered Alex at one point.  "He sure is good-looking, Boss.  Looks just
like you."


          Boss sort of grunted.  He was concerned.


          "His mouth says he's straight, Boss," observed Ethan, "but
frankly, his eyes say he's interested.  I say be patient.  It may take a
few days, but I'm pretty sure your little brother is going to come out to
play before too long.  He likes Jake's ass, that's for sure."


          "And your dick," laughed Jake.


          They all laughed, and Jake shook his tush seductively.  It went
without saying that, in fact, all of them liked Jake's ass, and Ethan did
have a mouth-watering dick.



          It did not take a few days.  Ed took Dillon up to bed with him,
and Tom may have seen them passing by his room, Boss steering his choice
for the evening authoritatively, followed shortly by the other three guys.
At any rate, half an hour later, he appeared in the doorway of Boss's
bedroom, pillow in hand.  Boss and Dillon were in flagrante dilecto;
specifically, Dillon was on his back with his feet pulled up over his head,
presenting his rump to Boss for deep drilling.  Ed was in the plow
position, supporting his straining length on fingertips, toes, and the
juncture of his pelvis with Dillon's buttocks.  His hips rose and fell like
an oil rig.



          "What do you need, Tommy?" Ed asked without missing a stroke.
Dillon turned his head to look at Tom with a smile.


          "Well, I was going to say that that bed downstairs is kind of
hard--was wondering if I could join you here in your big one, but--I see
you are already booked up.  Sorry to disturb you.  I didn't realize."  He
turned slowly toward the hallway, but Dillon noticed his eyes lingering on
his brother's heaving, clenched ass muscles.


          "It's OK, Tommy, really, we have room for you here.  Sorry about
that other bed, it's a spare we'll be getting rid of soon.  Come on in."


          Hesitantly, Tom moved on around the foot of the bed to the far
side, where there was indeed plenty of space for him.  He crawled gingerly
onto the mattress, eyes glued to the action on the other side. His cock was
at full mast.  In a few moments, Ed sprayed Dillon's gut with his sperm,
both of them vocalizing happily.  Ed rolled off his partner toward the edge
of the bed, and Dillon scooted over a bit toward the middle.


          After a few moments, Tom asked, "So, Ed, did you actually mean
that about sharing?  I mean, you weren't just yanking my nuts, were you?"


          "Not at all, Bro, what's mine is yours.  You have to suit up,
though, unless you're completely positive you're disease-free."


          "Well, it happens I just got tested, um, back when I moved away
from my roommate at school.  We, um, sort of had a mutual friendly
agreement back then, just the two of us.  We both brought girls in,
whenever we could, you know.  It's just, sometimes, when the fishing was
not so good, you know, we'd help each other out."


          Ed sat up and looked at his blushing brother.  "You don't have to
justify it to me, Tommy.  Look, I don't know if I'm gay or straight or bi.
I can fuck a woman, and used to do it a lot, I just don't much want to
anymore.  I like to be dominant, and it's no fun to dominate women, or
children--just don't seem fair.  Getting on top of a grown man, now that's
a thrill.  I like men's asses.  Hell, I like yours, now that you're all
grown up and buff.  I fought the idea of being gay for a long time, Tom,
because I ain't no pansy.  Finally figured out most gay men aren't--they've
been there all along, and I just never knew.  So, maybe I'm bi but mostly
gay, I don't know, but I'm 90% top--and 100% horny.  So you be who you are,
and don't worry about labels or judgments, OK?  Leave that to folks like
Mom and Dad."





That was a long speech for Boss! He turned and settled down to sleep--but
Dillon knew he'd be listening carefully to what transpired next to him on
the mattress.  Tom probably knew that, too.


          Dillon reached out to Tom and drew him closer, chest to chest.
He kissed him, and Tom kissed back.  In five minutes, Tom had Dillon laid
out face-down, legs spread, and he lay atop his back, fucking his ass
energetically, lubed by his brother's sperm deposit.  He came, gasping, and
added to that deposit.  But when Dillon wiggled as if to move back over, he
held his arms tight and said, "Wait, there's going to be more."



          Dillon laughed and said, "You're just like your brother."


          Tom rolled him over and fucked him missionary style.  When he
finished, Ed said, "Way to go, Bro."


          Tom answered, "Thanks for sharing, Bro.  Thanks, Dill."


          All three slept like babes.