Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2010 05:13:52 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: cant rape the willing chapter 5 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.

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CHAPTER FIVE: `ETHAN'



            Jake slept without any restraints at all, just locked in his
windowless basement room.  It must have been after noon when he awoke.  He
heard footsteps in the house above, so Boss must be up.  Shortly, he
arrived, masked and naked, bearing a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and
toast, and a mug of coffee, already creamed.


            "I'm good with breakfast," he said, "but shit with everything
else.  You want freezer pizza for dinner, or you want to cook something?"


            "I'll cook."  Jake sipped his coffee appreciatively.  "You're
good with coffee."


            "Can you do anything with chicken breasts?"


            "I can do most everything with chicken breasts."


            "Come down the hall when you're done with your shower," Boss
said.  He left the door open as he departed.


            Jake finished his breakfast and went into his tiny bathroom to
shit, shower, and shave. Knowing Boss, he used the enema bulb,
too. Refreshed, he peeked out into the hallway.  He'd been to the left,
where the garage was, and stairs leading to the ground level.  To the
right, the door at the end was open, and he heard the sounds of a
television coming from it.  Along the way, be peeked into two other open
doors on the opposite side of the hallway.  One was the laundry room, very
utilitarian.  The other was larger, a nicely-equipped exercise room.  The
TV sounds were coming from a den across the far end of the house, where
Boss lay on a sofa, TV remote in hand, surfing the channels of weekday
afternoon fare.



            "Are you off work today?"


            "I'm sick today."


            "You need some medicine, then."


Jake knelt at his midsection and sucked Boss's dick into his mouth.  Boss
caressed the back of his head.  Jake spent twenty minutes working Boss
over, bringing him to the point of ejaculation, then backing him off.



            "You want to cum?" he asked.


            "In your ass."


            Jake climbed up atop his captor and straddled his hips,
lowering himself onto Boss's dripping dick.  He rode the pole for ten
minutes, and Boss finished himself off thrusting upward into Jake's colon.



Jake decided to test the waters a bit. He lay atop Boss's body and rested
his chin over Boss's shoulder, so that Boss could still see the drivel on
the TV if he wanted to.  Boss casually laid his hand across Jake's lower
back.  They cuddled.


After a few minutes, Jake couldn't help but smile.  He was getting away
with it!  In ten more minutes, he was asleep, slumbering gently and
contentedly atop his kidnapper's naked body.



Boss woke him after an hour or so, and told him to go down to the exercise
room and work for an hour.  This, he said, would be a daily requirement of
the household for everyone, including him.



Jake happily obeyed, feeling more than ready for some movement. He had no
watch, though, and Boss had to call him when an hour and a quarter were up.
Jake felt close to human again.  He submitted to Boss for a quick, sweaty
fuck in the hallway, bracing against the wall, and then he went to his
shower to clean up again.



Afterward, Boss took him up to the kitchen, where he had piled a couple of
bags of groceries on the countertop.  He retrieved the chicken breasts from
the refrigerator, and said, "Keep it healthy.  Don't want fat fuckers
around here."  And he left.


Jake put together coq au vin, with new potoatoes and asparagus.  The dining
room adjacent was neat, but looked like it had never been used.  It also
looked like it belonged to someone's grandmother.  He took out pieces of
the better-looking dinnerware and set the table for two. The remains of the
wine he'd found went into glasses. Aromas from the oven summoned Boss back
in before Jake had to call him.  He looked pleased, and sat at the table
for Jake to serve him.  Once everything was in place, he said, "Why don't
you join me?"  So Jake sat down, too, and ate.


"Are we going out tonight?" Jake asked after a while.


"You aren't."


But Boss opened another bottle of the wine, and they drank it together.
Jake took the dishes to the kitchen, washed them up, and put them away.  He
cleaned the countertops and rejoined Boss.


"I'll want you back downstairs, because I have some plans this evening,"
Boss declared. "Finish your wine."


Jake was disappointed, but not surprised, and he knew better than to argue.
He simply got up, tossed down the last of his wine, and went downstairs to
his room.  It left a bitter aftertaste, but he thought that was just his
mood.  However, once downstairs, he became overwhelmingly sleepy.  He had
hardly made it to the bed before he fell into a deep, heavy sleep.





********


Later, Jake stirred at a touch.  His wrists were bound again, this time to
the center and one side of the headboard.  His ankles were being similarly
attached to the dowel at the foot of the bed.  He was back in confinement
again, but he couldn't hold his eyes open.  He slid back into
unconsciousness. The wall sconce went out, casting the room in deep
darkness.


            He slept longer than usual, and deeper.  Boss was up to
something, and had used the last swig of his wine to dope him, and get him
out of the way--consequently, he felt heavy, foggy-headed, yet not really
well rested.  He felt a twitch beside him.  Someone else was on the bed,
too, naked like him, bound like him.  In fact, their adjacent ankles and
feet touched, tied to the same dowel, and their bent elbows above their
heads.  It was clear now what Boss's little project had been last evening,
and this development brought grave complications to Jake's notions of how
it might end for him.  He waited in the dark for this new fellow to wake.
It took another half hour, occasional moans emitting from the form beside
him in the darkness.


            Jake was dozing again when the newcomer began to stir. He felt
the guy trying to move hands and feet, unsuccessfully.  There was a loud
groan.  Then a voice: "Jake is that you?  Are you here?"  The voice was
Ethan's.


********



"Ethan!  What the fuck!  What are you doing here? Oh, man, what happened?"


            The new captive responded by bursting into tears.  Jake was
touched, as Ethan was not usually the crybaby by any means.



            "Damn, my head hurts.  You don't have any aspirin, do you?"


            "No, but I can ask for some.  How did he get you?"


            "Oh, shit, Jake.  I fucked up.  I fucked up really bad."  Ethan
began to sob with despair.


            "Shh, no Ethan, it'll be alright.  I don't think he's
dangerous, really." Jake wished he could be so sure now.  He was feeling
confused.


            "No, Jake, this is all my fault.  It all happened because I'm a
stupid asshole.  I fucked up and now we are in major shit."  He wept
bitterly.


            "Um...how could us getting kidnapped be all your fault, Eth?"


            "When you woke up here Saturday morning, Jake, I knew you'd
have a headache, and I gave you aspirin.  Then I sucked you off."


            The heavy silence told Ethan that Jake was processing what he
said, and the unappealing implications of that revelation in their present
circumstances.  So he went on before Jake could respond.


            "Remember back last week, when we had that talk about you not
being ready to settle down--we were in the hot tub."


            "Yeah, go on."


            "The hot tub is next to the boundary fence.  And that is next
to your neighbor, Ed's, patio."


            "My neighbor's name is Ed?"  Jake sounded like the slow child
in class.  "I didn't remember his name.  Only spoke to him, like twice."


            "Yeah, well remember how I leave for work twenty-five or thirty
minutes earlier than you when I stay over here, which is why I didn't get
an apartment here in the first place--well, when I went out to the car next
morning, Ed was on the porch waiting.  He called me over and--well, Jake,
he said he heard us talking.  He said he could make it happen, what you
were saying, and he would do it, if I wanted.  He promised he'd show you
the time of your life, and he wouldn't hurt you a bit.  I'd get you back
Thanksgiving morning, raped, happy, and ready to have me move in."


            "Oh, shit, you didn't."


            Ethan blubbered disconsolately.  "I said OK.  It was for your
birthday next Wednesday.  Your twenty-fuckin'-fourth birthday."


            Jake almost laughed at that.  "Oh, Ethan!  You got me
kidnapped, raped, held hostage, and gang-banged for my birthday.  That's
just about the sweetest gift I ever heard of."  Jake had a special penchant
for sarcasm.


            "I know you hate me.  I deserve it. I almost called it off,
though.  When he started raping you that first time, I was watching at the
doorway.  It looked like it was really rough, and I knew it hurt like hell.
You were screaming like a dyke with PMS, and you seemed so scared.
But--you never said to stop.  If you had begged him to stop, I'd have made
him do it, but I thought you might be play-acting, and I thought it was too
early to spoil it for you.  I couldn't take it after that, though, I left.
But Sunday night, he did the gang rape using the men from his Sunday
football and poker day.  I came in with them, and I joined in.  I don't
know if you enjoyed it, but you seemed a lot less bothered, and I began to
think it might be OK.  Then Ed told me what a great time you had at the
club, and how you seemed fine with it.  He was letting you loose some in
the house, he said.  I was looking forward to having you back by Thursday."



"Ethan, it's going to be OK, man.  Really.  Just hang in with me and stop
that crying.  I can't stand it.  We're here together, and we're going to be
OK, I promise.  Ed is not a bad guy."


"You don't get it, do you?  Me getting grabbed was never part of the plan.
I was just taking some groceries into your house for Thanksgiving dinner,
and wham, he grabbed me and hit me with that ether, or chloroform, or
whatever."


"At least you missed out on the trunk ride."


"Yeah, I guess he just lugged me over.  And I never told anybody about Ed
or what was happening.  So now, the only people who know are right here in
this bed right now.  And I took Wednesday and Friday off from work to be
with you, so no one will miss me, either until Monday.  I fucked up, Jake,
and this guy may really do us in!"


"OK, first things first.  We aren't going to die here.  But you are going
to get raped, very soon and very hard.  First the aspirin."


And Jake began to shout: "Boss!  Boss!  Would you come in here, please?"


The door opened, letting in a sliver of light.


"Stop shouting, Puss, or I'll gag you," Boss demanded sternly.  "Now, what
do you want?"


"Could Ethan have some aspirin, please?  His head really hurts from the
anesthesia.  Please."


The door closed, but opened again within a couple of minutes, and the
sconce came on.  A recognizable Ed entered, naked, and unmasked.  Keeping
his identity secret no longer mattered.  Jake immediately recognized his
neighbor Ed, but for the first time, really, was struck by how handsome the
man was.  Ed pushed aspirin between Ethan's lips, followed by the cup of
water, and said, "His name isn't Ethan, Puss.  It's Cunt.  I think we'll
call him Cunny in the family.  Cunt, this is Puss.  And you can call me
Boss."  This time, Boss left the door open and the sconce on when he left.


            "I sure wish I could get my mouth down to your ass," commented
Jake.


            "Love-bug, this is not the time for that.  I'm serious."


            "No, really.  You need lube, Babe, `cause you're about to get
your ass plowed, dry.  I'm here to tell you, it hurts like blazes."


            The lovers waited mostly in silence for the aspirin to take
effect and for the rapist to return.  Finally, Jake spoke up.


            "You know, I think if you just ask him, he won't do it.  Or you
could ask for lube.  He'll probably make you beg, he likes that, but he
isn't really mean.  He told me he kept raping me because I never asked him
to stop.  I guess I thought screaming in agony was enough, but no.  You
have to say it."


            Ethan was quiet for a long moment.  Then he answered.


            "No, Jake, I won't ask him.  It wouldn't be right.  I set you
up to be raped, and you took it like a man.  If I got out of it now, it
would be unfair.  I'm here now, and I'll take my medicine....I wish you
could at least hold my hand, Babe...If you want to, that is."


            "I wish I could eat out your ass and hold all of you.  I love
you Ethan.  This is just about the most...creative and...unexpected
birthday gift I ever got.  And you know, you have a birthday, too, next
month.  Happy birthday, Dude.  Rape, the fire that keeps on burning.


            "I wonder if Ed is, like, a registered sex offender, or
anything," Jake reflected.


            "No, he's a satellite TV installation guy.  Seriously."  Jake
was chuckling. "You can't make this shit up." Ethan protested.



            The door opened, and the satellite-TV-guy/rapist entered,
stroking up his substantial cock.  He went to the foot of the bed, detached
the dowel piece, and pulled the chain that hoisted both captives' feet and
legs, lifting their hips off the bed as he had done Jake's before.  He
patted Ethan firmly on the ass, and said,


            "Just remember, this hurts you way more than it does me."


            He rubbed the end of his cock around just a bit on Ethan's
pucker, giving him the benefit of whatever little bit of pree there might
be there.  Then he thrust the whole big hard-on in, in one smooth stroke.
Ethan screamed as if he were being murdered, and Jake was certain it
probably felt like he was.  Boss pulled out, then slammed back in, several
times, hard and unrelenting, just as he had done with Jake.  Ethan's
screams continued, but he never said the magic words.



            Ten minutes later, Ethan was thoroughly raped and had been
injected with Boss's sperms.  Boss moved over to Jake and rubbed his cummy
dick against Jake's hole.  He pushed in, and Jake gasped.  He wasn't really
expecting to have to take Boss's dick this time, thinking it was Ethan's
night.  But Boss didn't see it that way--an ass suspended over the bed was
an ass waiting to be bred.  He kept up the pace of his thrusting, enduring
Jake's screaming, until, after another ten or twelve minutes, he nutted
inside Jake's well-used bowel.


            "Oh, Puss, Baby, you are so hot.  That is one very special,
sweet ass, Baby," he crooned, as if what had happened had been completely
normal, vanilla sex between them.


            He swatted Ethan's ass again, hard.  "See you in an hour,
Cunt."  This time he left the door open.  The captives could hear the TV
playing just down the hallway.


            "Damn, Eth, that had to hurt.  You OK?"


            "Aw, mostly dramatics, gotta keep up the show, you know."


            "Really?"


            "Hell, no, it hurt like a mother-fucker.  I meant every
shriek."