Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2010 05:01:48 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 4 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 FOUR: `WHELP'


Many of the men inside The Rack seemed to recognize Boss, even with his
mask on, and Jake was quite the sensation.  Several came up and ran their
hands over Jake's body appreciatively, saying things like, "Damn, Ed, this
one is fine!  Where'd you get this?"


            And Boss (apparently really Ed?) would answer.  "Picked him up
on the street."

`Yeah, literally,' Jake's mind responded.  "If they only knew!'


            "Oh, a stray, eh?  What luck!  He's a beauty!"


            "Stray, yes, but not a mongrel," declared a more refined voice
from the direction of the bar.  "I believe that one is purebred, maybe a
Cocksucker Spaniel."


            "That's close, Dave.  Real close.  But I think he's actually a
Buttsex Spaniel."


            Everyone laughed like lunatics at this brilliant riposte.


"Well, in any case, he'll make a real good bed-warmer for you this winter."


"Nobody sleeps with me, Jim.  But he'll have his uses before I go to
sleep."


            It was a friendly crowd.  They'd smack Jake's ass or give his
stretched balls a yank before moving on.

            Boss worked his way up to the bar area, where the lights were
brightest.  The bartender caught his eye and brought the volume of the
music down.  Boss addressed the crowd.


            "Hey, men, I got somethin' to show ya tonight.  This is my new
sub, out for the first time on leash.  Name's Puss.  Now, I think he's
going to be a good one, and we're having a lot of fun already.  I'm willing
to share, just ask first.  And I'll let you play with him some, just
remember, he's in training.  I don't know yet what his capacity is, so go
easy.  I `preciate the help."


            Men raised glasses and beer bottles at Jake, and he heard a
chorus of hoots and whistles.  Boss led him over to a section of prison
bars just beyond the bar.  Two wooden blocks were on the floor in front of
it about forty inches apart.  He had him stand, facing outward, on those
blocks, ass to the bars.  He then secured Jake's wrists and ankles,
stretching him out in an X against the bars.  He left and went to the bar
for a few beers.


            Jake was not left alone for long.  Men came up and caressed and
groped him.  His cock got brick-hard and stayed that way, with the help of
the cock-ring he wore.  Someone began to attach clothes pins to pinches of
his skin all the way down his abdomen.  They hurt surprisingly much.  His
tits were pinched and pulled, licked and bitten.  Someone put tit clamps on
them, attached to wires.  Next thing he knew, jolts of electricity flowed
into his body through his tits.  He tried to scream, but could not.  Then,
to his amazement, jizz shot out from his cock about four feet across the
floor.  The men standing around cheered.  One cleaned up Jake's dick with
his tongue.

            Someone started swatting his body with a small leather flapper.
Then, he got around to Jake's dick, slapping it harder and harder.  It
flopped back and forth with the blows.  He struck his tightly wrapped
balls.  That hurt!  He rapped them again and again, each time a little
harder.

            A tall black man was speaking to Boss at the bar.  Boss handed
him a condom, they clinked beer bottles, and the man walked toward Jake,
pulling a huge dick out of his jock.  He stroked it as he approached,
grinning evilly.  He went around to the back of the bars.


            Jake felt a big finger invade his ass, and the man
finger-fucked him back there for a minute or so.  Then he thrust that
monster cock into Jake's ass.  Jake thought he would pass out from the
searing pain to his sphincter.  The cock kept going in deeper and deeper,
beyond anything he had ever experienced.  The man held onto the bars from
his side and thrust himself into Jake again and again, while the slapping
and pinching continued up front.

            Eventually, he rammed it into Jake's butt as hard as he could,
shuddered, and held still for a moment.  Just then, Jake felt a mouth
engulf his cock.  He barely closed his lips around it before the young sex
slave filled the mouth with semen.  Jake heard a low, male laugh as the
tongue licked off his dick and balls.

            After about half an hour, Boss took him down and led him into a
tiled room off to the rear of the place, next to the restroom.  The walls
held shower heads every yard or so, but they were not turned on.  He had
Jake kneel in the center of the room.  Half a dozen men followed them in,
and more would saunter in momentarily.

            "Now, you're going to get pissed all over, Puss.  It'll feel
good, don't worry.  But for tonight, one man is going to piss in your mouth
for you to taste him.  Just one.  I want you to swallow all you can.  Any
man here will be glad to give you his piss, you point to who you want it to
be."


            Jake didn't have to think about that.  "You, Boss," he
said. That seemed to be the right answer.  Boss patted him on the head and
turned to the room.


            "Hose him!"


            The men stepped forward, surrounding Jake.  Many had stripped
off their leathers, but some just freed their cock.  Streams of urine
struck Jake from every direction.  It was warm and strangely soft and
soothing to his naked skin.

            When all the bladders were emptied, Boss stepped back up to
Jake and lifted his head.  He stuck his mostly limp dick into the opening
of jakes' mouth stretcher and let loose with his piss, slowly.  It tasted
pretty much the way piss smells.  `All in all,' Jake thought, `I've had
worse beer, that time in Mexico.'  He drank as much as he could, allowing
only a small portion to drip from his lips.  Boss grunted and withdrew his
dick.  The men clapped and cheered, and a few smacked Jake's ass or patted
his head.

            "Good boy," Boss said softly.


            "Ed, I'll give you one thousand dollars for that boy, right
here, just as he is.  Why wait for the auction, that won't be for another
two months."


            Jake cringed.  He looked around desperately for the source of
that offer--it seemed to be a big, boar-chested and boar-hairy man with
silver-and-black hair over toward the entrance of the wet room.  Oh, shit,
to be sold to that stranger just when he was getting somewhat used to Boss.
He looked pleadingly at Boss, his eyes screaming, "No!"


            Boss laughed.  "No way, Mack.  This one's a keeper.  He won't
be in the auction, either.  But don't worry, I'm a generous man with my
toys.  You'll get to play with him some, and he'll be for rent, too, once I
get him trained up right."


            Jake let out a sigh of relief, and Boss winked at him.

 "We'll get more than a thousand, Puss." He murmured. "A night."

The men were moving on to other pursuits, and someone turned on a hose.
Cold water sprayed over Jake's body at some force.  It concentrated on his
ass, which was somewhat pleasurable, and his crotch, which hurt like hell.
But at least all the piss got washed away.  Jake opened his mouth and the
man sprayed that out, too.  `So much for piss-breath,' Jake hoped.

Boss led his dripping Puss out into the main room again, over to a sort of
barrel apparatus. He pushed Jake across it and went around to the other
side, fastening his wrists to cuffs on the floor there.  The barrel itself
was padded, so it was not uncomfortable.  Back around again, Boss snapped
ankle cuffs on, too, stretching Jake's legs widely apart.  Now, his asshole
gaped in perfect fuck-me position.  Boss slapped his butt-cheeks playfully.

"Have fun, Puss."


Someone placed a bowl of condoms on a shelf beside Jake's barrel.  Then men
began to mount him, one after another.  The music blared, and Jake could
see action in other parts of the end of the room he faced, too. A couple of
guys were tied to the wall in front of him and beaten with whips,
screaming.  Each one was forcibly fucked by several attackers when taken
down.  Then they moved over to the bar to have beers together afterward..

Jake lost count of the number who used his ass.  Maybe a dozen, or fifteen,
in all lengths and thicknesses.  He felt good, not particularly sore, just
fulfilled.  When everyone had had a turn, Boss released him and led him to
the bar, where he kept the beers coming while he laughed and joked with his
buds.  He seemed to be the pivot around which the room turned.  Everyone
came up and spoke with him, and all of them petted his boy while they
talked.


On his fourth beer, Jake glanced up to see that another pet on leash had
come into the room.  It was that boy!  The one he'd seen back in the
summer.  As then, he was naked but for the collar and leash.  If anything,
he looked even more beautiful than before.  He definitely noticed Jake.  He
wouldn't look at Jake directly, but Jake kept catching the boy's eye on him
every few minutes.  He gave the kid a wink, and the boy started and looked
down.


The kid's owner was playing pool, and the boy knelt on the floor at his
side.  Men petted him, too, as they did Jake.  One leaned his chaps-clad
hips against the pool table and snapped his fingers.  The boy rose up and
sucked his dick immediately.  His owner smiled approvingly.


There was a brief lull in Boss's conversation--Jake would never have dared
to interrupt.  He leaned forward quickly and whispered into Boss's ear.


"Please Boss--let me breed that bitch over there.  Please?"


Boss's head went back in a hearty laugh, and he grabbed the back of Jake's
neck affectionately.


"You got the hots for that little bitch, do you?  Well, it is a sweet
little bitch, name's Whelp, you have good taste.  I've never seen it get
bred, except by its owner himself--the guy is very protective.of that
little number. You've been a good boy tonight.  I'm proud of you, and you
deserve a reward.  I'll tell you a little secret.  I phoned him earlier and
suggested he bring Whelp over to meet you.  He says he's 100% positive the
bitch is clean--and you better be, too."


Jake was nodding vigorously.  He and Ethan got tested every quarter, and
they were consistently very careful with others.


"I knew you were, I told him so.  Well, here in a minute, I think you are
going to be made very happy, Puss.  I know you're horny as shit, but try to
last more than a couple of minutes for me, will you?  Don't want to
disappoint everybody."


Jake sipped his beer, watching his intended partner intently.  He caught
the boy glancing over at him more and more.  Maybe the kid knew he was here
to get serviced.  Jake gave him the eye the best he could, through his
mask, and the kid smiled shyly with just the corners of his mouth.

One of Boss's friends came up and dropped his jeans.  Jake quickly hopped
off the bar-stool where he'd been given permission to sit and let the man
push his average-size dick into Jake's mouth-stretcher.  He brought him off
in five minutes or so.  The guy chatted amiably with Boss while he fucked
Jake's face, and after he dumped his load down Jake's throat, he zipped up,
picked up his beer, and moved on.  Boss patted Jake on the head.


Suddenly, Jake was aware of the owner of the bitch-boy standing near him.


"Your boy about ready?" he asked Boss.


"He's been ready since he caught the scent of that bitch coming down the
block."


"Let's do `er, then."


The man looked to be in his early fifties.  He had on leather pants and
vest, with boots of course.  He had a little stomach, but was not fat by
any means.  His front was well-furred.  He patted the top of the bar.


"Up, Baby."


Men nearby pushed bottles and ash trays out of the way, giving the boys
plenty of space to do the deed.  The fresh-faced young man hopped like a
cat up onto the bar, where the canister lights shone on his back and butt
brightly.  He was a thing of beauty, all right.  Because of the alcohol, he
had to be twenty-one to be in here, but it must be just barely.


Jake looked at Boss expectantly.  Boss grinned at him, but remained silent.
Meanwhile, the other owner positioned his bitch on the bar for breeding,
making a fuss with the placement of his hands, knees, and small,
black-soled bare feet.  `Gross, mine must be just like that,' Jake thought.
This establishment was not the cleanest place he'd ever been.


He didn't say a word, but just let out a very small, high-pitched whine,
looking at Boss.  That brought the house down in laughter.  Boss clapped
him on the shoulder.


"OK, Puss, breed the bitch."


Jake hopped up onto the bar eagerly.  His dick was the biggest, hardest,
and reddest he'd ever seen it.  The other owner had a small bottle of lube,
and he was stroking some into his bitch's cunt and probing with his
fingers.  He handed the bottle to Boss, who poured some into a palm and
stroked Jake's swollen member with it.  Jake kneed up behind his target,
who glanced back at him quickly, looking a bit apprehensive.  Then the boy
faced forward resolutely, and Jake saw the ass muscles relax.  The boy's
cute pink pucker enlarged visibly.  Jake placed his cock-head on it and
pushed.

There was a gasp from several in the crowd as Jake's slickened tool slid
into the tight rump before it.  The boy moaned just a little, and said "Oh,
yeah," very softly.


"Feel good, Whelp Baby?" asked the master.


He got a smile and a shy nod in answer.


"OK, Puss, let's give this bitch some puppies," said Boss.


Jake began thrusting into the tightest, most receptive asshole of his
fucking career, except maybe Ethan's.  He feared he would shoot his load on
the second slam, but somehow, the tightness of the cock-ring and the
extreme hardness of his erection seemed to allow him to enjoy the exquisite
sensations without putting him over the brink.  He fucked, and the men
around the bar watched, for what seemed a very long time.  It was one of
the most pleasurable fucks of his life.


"OK, Puss, hose the bitch," Boss urged.  "Let's do it!"


            Jake slammed the boy's butt hard, three times.  On the third
deep thrust, his nuts let loose their load in a long series of powerful
squirts of ball-wrenching ejaculation.  Jake shouted unintelligibly.


            At the same time, on the third jab, the young bitch-boy
screamed, and a long spout of prostatic fluid erupted from his hard dick
onto the bar.  His front half collapsed in a heap, with just his butt
sticking up, Jake's erection still in it, and still drooling.


            The men cheered, and several slapped Jake's butt or shoulder.
The other owner gave his boy a big, wet kiss and, grinning, lifted his limp
body down from the bar. Jake's cock pulled out with an audible pop.  Jake
leaned forward and lapped up the jism from the surface of the bar.  It
tasted great.


            Boss was grinning.  "Good job, Puss.  Well, this has been fun,
but let's go home."  He signed a tab, said goodnight to several men, and
led the way back to the car without further ceremony.



"If I let you ride back up front, you promise me you'll behave?" Boss
asked.  They were standing in the parking lot behind Boss's car, Jake buck
naked but for mask, ball-stretcher, and collar, and Boss's bare ass
gleaming in the street-light.  It must have been just past 4:00 a.m.  Just
then, a police cruiser rolled past the driveway, its driver shining a
bright light down the alley full on the two men.  Jake froze, but Boss just
waved at the cop, who kept right on going.  The whole thing took only ten
seconds, yet Jake was shaken by it--to his amazement, he had never
considered trying to make a run for it or in any way attracting the
officer's attention.  He was only worried about being seen naked in the
public parking lot!

            Boss tousled his hair beneath the hood.  "They're used to it,"
he commented.  "But you earned a ride up front."


            He unlocked the car and let Jake in on the passenger side.
Jake belted in, and Boss velcroed the mask's eye covers into place.  "Just
a few more days," he said.


            "I have to go back to work next week.  Otherwise, people really
will start searching for me."


            "I know.  Your training will be all complete before then."