Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2011 07:57:06 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 12 cant 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 TWELVE: PARTY TIME
********
"Boss, we love you and we trust you. We'll do whatever you
say," Jake declared on behalf of the four of them.
Boss was attempting to negotiate wedding party activities with
his brides, but they would have none of it, preferring to leave the whole
extravaganza up to him.
"It will be downright exhibitionistic if I plan it on my own.
I want to show you off to the max to my friends. I want them all green
with envy. But remember, your friends will be there, too."
"So, we'll blame it on you. What do we care if our friends
know how sexy we are, and what a pervert you are? As long as we are not
arrested, I'm OK," said Jake.
"Oh, don't let him take the fun out of it, Boss," protested
Ethan with a laugh. "Even if we DO get arrested we're only getting married
once. Let's live a little!" He kissed Boss's lips, and added, "But keep it
down to a misdemeanor, OK?"
Boss laughed. "You guys are such fun. OK, well here goes--
"We've already established that you all have black tuxes from
your earlier lives."
"High School Prom King, '04," pronounced Ethan, gesturing at
Jake.
"First runner-up and King's Cock-sucker," declared Jake,
gesturing at Ethan.
"They never said `cock-sucker' protested Ethan.
"Well, you did suck my cock in the john after the coronation"
"Yeah, and you'd have sucked mine if I'd gotten 8 more votes,
that was the bet."
"So, you should have sucked those eight other guys in the first
place like I did."
"Boys! Cool it. You're making me want a blow-job. Now, at
the beginning, I want all four of you in your tuxedos, with those long
black socks, and crisp white cotton boxers, and white under-vests."
"I never wear that stuff underneath," vowed Alex.
"Just this once, Ho'.
Alex shrugged. "For you, Babe."
"Lots of guys consider it very sexy. And it represents your
heavy-starch, button-down lives--before you met me....."
********
Boss had the event exactly as he choreographed it.
The Club staff even steam-cleaned the grimy floor for the boys' bare feet.
Unfortunately, word got around all four men's workplaces about the party,
and what was to take place there, and more of their co-workers than were
actually invited showed up, including some of the women. No one in a
supervisory capacity, however, they were glad to note.
"Our only hope," declared Ethan, "is to make it SO raunchy they
won't want to admit later that they were actually here. That's the only
way to keep the talking down some among outsiders."
"I think we're at that point already, Sweetcakes," observed
Alex. "Just have fun and act unembarrassable, and after a bit, you will
be. They didn't come here to see us smush wedding cake in one another's
faces. They know what they're going to see, and they wouldn't miss it."
On cue, the dance music began, and Jake was on first. There
was no going back. Ed strode out in his leather regalia (boots, leggings,
g-string, vest, arm-bands, and cap--but bare-assed) to take his place in
the upstage-center of the dance floor, and Jake danced out toward him,
resplendent and sexy as hell in his black tuxedo.
All the men were excellent dancers, but Jake was perhaps the
most fluid and creative, by a hair. He quickly seized control of the
audience, gyrating in his complete tux outfit for a moment or two, before
he began to strip, one item at a time, tantalizingly and seductively. His
focus was mainly on his new husband, Boss, but he offered plenty of visuals
for the crowd to see, too. There was hooting, clapping, and squealing,
particularly from his own secretarial pool, several of whom were in
uninvited attendance, to encourage him. With four acts coming, each one
only got about five minutes, so the textiles flew fairly heavily. Jake's
final gyrations were in a g-string, white formal collar, and black bow tie,
but at the finale, those went, too, revealing him wearing only his studded
black, leather dog collar underneath. Aside from that, he was completely
naked, and completely shorn. There were gasps and ooh's from those who
just couldn't believe the advance reports that this was to take place this
way (but they sounded highly pleased that the rumors were proving true).
Jake concluded dramatically, kneeling and bowing face down before Boss's
booted feet.
Ethan was next, followed by Alex and then Dillon, who was the
runner-up best dancer, with his cat-like grace. All four men thrilled the
on-lookers. Ethan's naked moon-walk with flopping, outstretched boner was
quite a hit. Each had his own music and his own dance routine, but the
result was the same for all: the clothes flew, until each man was naked but
for dog-collar, kneeling face-down before his new lord and master.
Boss rested his booted foot on each man's head in turn. Each
one kissed his boot as he removed it (all of this with their bare asses
pointing right at the guests, of course). Then, Boss gestured for them to
raise their upper bodies while, still kneeling, they took their vows of
obedience, loyalty, and service in answer to his rather pointed questions,
which were decidedly more bawdy and sexually oriented than the usual
marriage vows. For example, they declared that they were ready to receive
his cock in ass or throat at any time day or night, and receive sexual
servicing from any man he designated, without question.
Then, the four took turns asking Boss questions about how he
would care for them, love them, protect them, and sexually satisfy them,
which he answered affirmatively.
Finally, Boss asked Jake specifically, "Are you ready to obey
your husband in all things?" to which Jake answered, "I am ready."
"My guests will service you today."
"Yes sir."
Then Boss hooked on Jake's leash and led the naked man through
the audience to a new apparatus constructed for the event. It was a
padded-topped, waist-high counter, with four sets of ankle restrains at the
floor level of the front side, and four sets of wrist restraints on the
other side. A large bowl of condoms, regular and Magnum, was placed at
each end. When fastened down, Jake's chest could rest on the padded top,
but his ass was spread wide, and his head was positioned perfectly for
throat-fucking on the other side. Boss attached him at the far left.
Then, he returned for Ethan.
So it went, the same question, the same answer, and Boss
restrained all four men in order.
Then, Boss turned to the crowd, which numbered about one
hundred twenty-five men, plus twenty or more women. "My friends, these
four men have made me the happiest man alive by consenting to become my
wives, my partners for life. I wish for you to share my joy today. It
will please me if all of you partake of the amazing sexual delights each
one of my bitches has to offer. They are yours to enjoy this afternoon.
Please treat them with care and respect, and return them to me well-used,
but serviceable to my own bed tonight. Use condoms.
"Meanwhile, the bar is open, and there is food and drink for everyone. We
thank you for coming and sharing our joy today. The hospitality of the
House of Hamilton is yours to enjoy."
Boss stepped back to begin mingling with friends and playing the happy
wedding host. Knowing how awkward it can be getting anyone to be the first
in line at anything at all, but particularly butt-fucking one's new wives
in public, he had lined up some of his more forward buddies, including the
members of a biker group he hung out with some, to lead the way. So to
everyone's amazement and delight, without delay, four men stripped out of
their boots, jeans, and chains, and advanced wearing nothing but their
tattoos upon the helpless naked brides. Four others approached from the
other side and dropped trou in front of the restrained men, inserting their
hard cocks into their waiting mouths. In just minutes, all four of Boss's
bitches were being skewered by his eager friends.
That broke any potential log jam, and men lined up behind them,
especially at ass ends, though some were squeamish about that and would
partake only at the oral end. Some started fucking face and then moved to
ass. The boys accommodated all cummers.
Jerrod, from the regular Rack group, came up and whispered into
Jake's ear, "Dude, are you sure you are OK with this? Would you rather we
didn't do you?"
Jake had a mid-size cock in his mouth at the time, but he
managed to nod. The man pulled out for a second to let him say quickly,
"Yeah, man, we want it. You'll hurt our feelings if you don't."
"Well, we don't want that," agreed Jerrod, "in fact, the only
way to avoid that, I guess, is if we all fuck all of you." Jake nodded
again.
So it happened that a large number of the men present just went
down the row and fucked all four brides equally, cumming in their condom
for just whoever happened to be the host of the moment when the dam burst.
Several of the women gathered around close to watch office-mates fuck the
asses of their co-workers.
"First time I ever seriously wished I had one of those things,"
commented one busty blonde from Ethan's office as she watched one of her
male co-workers sliding his rather large, condom-clad cock in and out of
Ethan's rectum.
"I'm pissed," said another woman. "Used to be, I resented
Dillon for having the prettiest eyes in the office. Now, to make matters
worse, turns out he has the prettiest ass, too."
Tommy, who wore some of Ed's extra leather-wear (boots,
g-string, vest, and cap), and who looked damn good in them, was one of the
men who fucked all four of his brother's brides. He lost the g-string
early, and moved about waving his enormous hard-on. In keeping with his
status as family, he omitted the condom. He was determined really to breed
each of them, leaving Hamilton jizz in all four. He spermed Jake and
Ethan, then took a half-hour break. He came back to breed Alex, with some
difficulty, then took another half-hour break. Finally, almost at the end
of the bridal sacrifice portion of the afternoon, he just about wore Dillon
out trying to nut for the fourth time. He finally succeeded, with
encouragement from some of the bikers cheering him on.
In all, the men offered their services for about two and a
quarter hours before the traffic began to slack off. Boss did not want his
brides left with their asses in the air for no takers, so he was attentive
to the right point to step in and intervene. He fucked Jake, but not to
completion, slapped his ass hard, then released his bonds, kissed him
deeply, commended him for his wifely obedience, and turned his attentions
to Ethan. A couple of late-cummers were still boffing Alex and Dillon
while Boss completed his breeding of Ethan. He spanked him, released him,
kissed him, thanked him, and moved down to rut on and then free Alex. He
offered up his second serving of his own baby-juice to Dillon in an
ass-clenching, grunting finale. Then all four wives were free to stretch
their limbs and have some refreshment. All four had snail-trails
descending from their dilated anuses, from the Hamilton breedings. And all
four wore big grins.
One of Jake's secretaries set off a free-for-all by bringing
warm, wet towels from the bar to wash the sweat off of Jake's glistening,
eye-popping body. There is nothing like the sheen of fresh sex to make a
man look his hottest. Instantly, the other three men were being tended
also by more of the women, who had been sexually stimulated without
opportunity for release, so far. (It later came out that some of the
office men took them into the johns and fucked them out of their wits a
short time later, so that everyone managed to leave the event with orgasms
achieved and feeling quite happy.) Then, the women wanted to kiss the
brides, and that occupied the four for another quarter-hour, getting groped
and lip-locked with all the desperate women present. ("Not one of them
managed to kiss me WITHOUT groping my ass at the same time," griped Ethan
later. "And my nuts are sore.")
But eventually, the brides got to help cut the (chocolate)
wedding cake, which they discovered goes very, very well with Guinness.
They also got to mingle, naked, among their guests.
"I never was really one for weddings," commented Sean, one of
Alex's fellow lawyers, "but now I realize that was just because we never
got to fuck the bride. That makes all the difference. Your cake was above
average, too."
Marie, from book-keeping in Ethan's office, observed, "You
know, I think it might do wonders for marriages if more of them started off
this way. It's kind of medieval, I guess. But there's something brutishly
appealing about it, too. And Ethan, you do have a hell of a cute ass."
One of Jake's women friends now considered him to be something
of an honorary member of the sisterhood. She asked if he would teach her
how to take a big cock up the ass. "You know, Hank, my boyfriend, is onto
me about it all the time, but I thought he was just too big. Now, I'm
having second thoughts after watching you guys. Can you give me some
pointers?" Jake assured her that he could, indeed, coach her in receiving
the sausage.
"Or you could just send him to me. He'd have to ask Boss
first, of course."
Hank walked up just then, glowering suspiciously at his
girl-friend chatting familiarly with her naked co-worker--never mind he'd
just fucked the man's ass while she looked on a short time earlier. He was
obviously Neanderthal that way.
"This is Hank. You might remember him from earlier. He was
about number 8 on your dance card."
"Hi, Hank. Remember, I was kind of looking the other way at
the time and didn't get to see any faces." He glanced at Hank's obvious
case of salami-pants, though, and added, "Him ringing my bell does kind of
ring a bell, though."
Ed tapped Jake just them and "asked" him to dance. Ed had
dispensed with his g-string awhile back, too, and was now bare in the
mid-section. Jake fell into his arms and they led in a romantic slow dance
tune. Ed kissed Jake and moved on to Ethan, as more couples joined them on
the floor. A couple of the bikers stayed naked and now danced with
beaming, busty women. Tom came up to dance with Jake in his brother's
place.
Next, Boss moved on to dance with Alex, and Jake and Ethan took
a turn on the floor together, all eyes on their splendid naked forms.
Neither of them carried an ounce of extra fat, but the musculature under
their skin rippled and flowed with their movements. They were getting a
new sheen of perspiration.
Gloria, from Ethan's office, nudged her friend Bianca and
gestured at the two men's dueling erections. "That's sweet, isn't it?" she
crooned. Bianca nodded, mesmerized.
The afternoon was perfect. It was past nightfall before the
family left the Rack, and they never did bother to dress--they just piled
naked into Boss's big pick-up and he drove them home. Fortunately, there
was the one-car garage at the old house, and they were able to get inside
without causing alarm in the neighborhood.
No sex happened at the Hamilton house that night, a first-ever
occurrence! It was just as well--they had several dozen presents to unwrap
and catalogue. No blenders--but just about every kind of leather accessory
one could possibly imagine, and some very interesting-looking dildos and
electrical stimulation devices.
Boss took Jake and Ethan into his bed that night--to cuddle,
kiss, and sleep. They couldn't have been happier.