Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2010 16:07:18 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 6 can't rape the willing

CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING


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 SIX: THANKS

            True to his word, in about an hour, Boss returned, hoisted the
men's feet, and fucked Ethan's ass again, hard.  This time, he told Jake
he'd have to do without--Cunny had first dibs on his erections that night.
The screams were subsiding by now.  In fact, Ethan seemed to be looking
forward to the next visit.  In all, there were five. Headache and fears
forgotten, Ethan fell asleep, and Jake soon slumbered beside him.

            Come morning, Boss sent Jake upstairs with ankle restraints on
to cook breakfast, while he ravaged Ethan's ass one more time.  He didn't
take Ethan upstairs to eat, though, saying he was not ready for that yet.
Jake brought the coffee, sausage, and oatmeal down to the table in the
captive room.  Boss took the dishes away, brought in bag lunches and
several sodas, and then dragged in the massage table, setting it up where
it had been before.

"Puss, I have to go to work now, and I'm going to have to count on you as
senior sub here to help me out with part of Cunny's training.  This
morning, I want you to shave Cunt's body completely, just like I did yours.
After that, I also want you to give him a nice, long massage, at least an
hour and a half, also just like I did for you."


Jake began to protest his incompetence at massage, but Boss held up an
authoritative hand.  "Whatever you do, if it's gentle and loving, he's
going to like it.  You'll learn, and get better with practice, which by the
way, you're going to get.  Now, after you finish, you can be on your own
the rest of the afternoon, and I won't tie you up, but you have to stay in
this room.  I'll be back by 6:00."


Ethan looked expectantly at Jake.  "This should be fun," he offered.

It was, for both of them.  After all, Jake had adored his lover's beautiful
body since they became best friends and team-mates in soccer and swimming
back in middle school.  This would hardly be the first time he had caressed
all parts of it.

They began with showers, not together, but washing one another from outside
the tiny stall.  Then, the shearing began, and Ethan's body, splayed out on
the towel-covered massage table, was relieved of his light,
strawberry-blond coating of hair, one strip at a time.

It was the most prolonged period of attention Jake had ever paid just to
Ethan's comfort, without shifting into fuck mode or the receiving end of
the caressing, and both men found it incredibly pleasurable.  Jake
particularly got into the meticulous toe licking and sucking.


"Oh, man," groaned Ethan.  "That's worth the price of admission right
there."  Pretty impressive, Jake thought, since the price of admission had
been kidnapping and repeated ass-raping.

After lunch, the men spent their afternoon cuddling, sleeping, and sucking
one another's cocks.  Captivity would be boring very soon, but for the
moment, it was nice to have absolutely no responsibilities calling.
Neither regretted opting out of visiting parents and siblings this
Thanksgiving.  Being kidnapped and raped was proving to be much more
interesting and pleasant.


            They were starving by the time Boss returned, despite their
sandwiches.  He brought large pizzas and a six pack of beer on his return,
though, and they filled up.  It was Wednesday night, the eve of
Thanksgiving.


            After dinner, Boss ushered the boys over across the hall to the
exercise room, where the massage table and the sling were now in,
presumably, their usual places.  "Get in," he said to Ethan, patting the
leather seat where Jake had gone for his first fuck marathon.  Ethan took
his place, and Boss snapped locks into place.

            "What about me, Boss?" Jake asked.


            "Fuck him."


            When half-a-dozen or so other men entered, not bothering with
masks this time, they found Jake already enjoying the benefit of his
lover's warm, tight hole.  He pulled out without cumming after several
minutes to let someone else have a turn.  But he kept going back after
every two or three others.  In all, he creamed Ethan's colon three times,
in seven fuck sessions. The other men all came in their condoms at least
twice, and most three times.  Ethan was well satisfied anally, his stomach
coated in his own drying cum, when the men trooped back upstairs again, and
he and Jake showered before crawling into their bed together.


            Boss had asked earlier what time they would need to begin
preparations if Thanksgiving dinner was to be served in early afternoon,
and he promised to wake the boys by 7:00 so that they could get to work.
He would haul the supplies over from next door before going to bed.


Right on time, Boss invaded their space early Thursday morning to force his
dick into both their asses one time before leading them up, unrestrained,
to have a bagel and coffee and get going with their culinary duties.  Not
being able to do baking a day in advance, they opted for ready-made pie
crusts for pumpkin and mincemeat pies.  They could bake in the large
countertop toaster oven.  But there would be no cake, since oven racks were
already occupied by the bird and her friends.


            Boss put extra leaves in the dining table, brought out an
antique table-cloth, and told them to set the table for eight.  He had
invited a group of his leather buds from the club, who he'd found would not
otherwise have had anyone to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with.  They showed
up soon after noon, five men from twenty-five to forty years of age,
wearing their boots, and a couple of them leather caps, but otherwise quite
normally attired in jeans and tee shirts.  Three men, when they saw the
residents' dress code, stripped off naked and joined in.  A fourth stripped
to his boots and black jock.  Only one, the forty-year-old, kept his boots
and jeans on, but shed his shirt to expose a beefy chest covered in black
hair.

            The dinner was a great success.  The captive men seemed to
sense exactly what Boss hoped to have happen, though he never explained
himself verbally.  Boss seated Jake at the end of the table, near the
kitchen door, with Ethan in the middle of a side and himself at the head.
He presided quite capably at carving and serving, while Jake and Ethan kept
the food advancing and the used dishes in retreat.  Both captives worked
carefully to keep every guest engaged in conversation.  They were almost
like Geishas in their social acumen, as if they had been trained in this
for years.  Each food item was perfectly prepared and appropriate to the
meal.  The guests were impressed, and Boss was beaming by the time dessert
was served.


            The men adjourned to the living room, where they settled down
to talk about sports, sex, politics, and friends from their club. They
complimented Boss lavishly on his dinner and the manner in which it was
presented, with particular notes of praise on his two new subs (none to
them directly, though, of course).  Ethan was set to work on the dishes,
mainly loading the dish washer. And Jake was gestured into the living room
with the others.  Only one man in the room had pants on, and Boss caught
Jake's attention and nodded toward him, mouthing "suck."


            Jake walked over to Stan, the oldest fellow, who was seated on
a loveseat at the street side of the room, feet apart, and stood, naked,
between Stan's boots.  He knelt gracefully, and asked, "May I pleasure you,
Sir?" in a soft but assured tone that brooked no contradiction.  Stan
nodded, smiling, and Jake slowly, tantalizingly, unfastened his belt
buckle, unbuttoned his 501's, and reached into his BVDs to remove a fat,
seven-inch cut cock, generously surrounded by black pubic hair.  Jake began
to lick and suck.  Stan's jeans were below his wide-spread knees in no
time, and his moans rent the air.


            The others tried to go on with their conversation, but in
truth, they were mesmerized by Jakes' lean, beautiful, hairless backside,
so gracefully bending to service his guest, and so clearly relishing doing
so.  In a few moments, before Stan achieved lift-off, Ethan rejoined the
group, saw what was afoot, smiled, and walked over to the next senior man
in the group, Al, in his mid-thirties, who was nude except for boots, and
already hard from watching the action across the room, and he knelt between
Al's knees similarly.  Al's gaze was already fixed on Ethan's eyes, and
Ethan just leaned forward and engulfed Al's hefty eight-incher.  Al's brown
pubes were trimmed, and his scrotum was clean-shaven.  He was a delight to
suck.


            In order, the boys gave expert after-dinner blow jobs to every
man present.  Ethan was odd-man-out to take Boss's cock at the end, but in
mid-blow, Jake joined them for his share.  The other men never failed to
comment, later when they told of this experience, on how beautiful, sexy,
and remarkably domestic the scene was.

            For Ed, it was his dream life coming true.  In his own way, he
was a conservative, family oriented, middle-class man, raised unreformed
Mormon, who--largely due to his homosexuality--had rejected all the
religious teachings of his childhood, but somehow retained the
authoritarianism, the paternalism, the sense of family, and the bent toward
polygamy.

            Just as Jake was putting the finishing touches on his blowjob,
someone politely reminded Boss of a big football game that had just begun
on television.  That prompted the eight men to retreat to the TV den
downstairs, where the big-screen TV and plenty of comfortable seating
awaited.  Ed led the way and discreetly closed the door to the captive room
as he passed.

            As they settled in to watch the game, Boss pointed out the
refrigerator filled with beers and sodas, and offered the hospitality of
the house to all his guests.

            "Anything you need or want, Puss and Cunt will be happy to get
it for you.  I hope you'll all take advantage of both their asses, too,
before you leave.  They are nice, tight bitches, both of them, and they are
happy to serve you."  He sent Ethan to the exercise room to retrieve the
bowl of condoms and the lube left there the previous night, and then he
settled down to watch the game.  Not one to miss a cue, Jake got him a beer
from the cooler and passed them around to the others, as well.  He kept one
for himself and held one out to Ethan as he returned with the sex supplies.
Boss made no comment.


            Blair, the twenty-five year old, was on top of Ethan fucking
him before the first quarter was half over.  He'd been eyeing both bitches
appreciatively all afternoon, and when Jake blew his seven inch dick
earlier, he could hardly contain his excitement, losing his jizz in just
minutes.  Apparently, there was more where that came from, because he had
no hesitation in producing a new erection or in filling a condom just half
an hour later atop Ethan.  Blair laid Ethan out on his back on the carpet
between the coffee table and the TV and mounted him.  Every time his
rounded, lightly hairy ass rose over Ethan's hole, it blocked the trailer
across the bottom of the TV screen and exposed Blair's tight little brown
ass pucker to those on the sofa.  If you wanted to know yards-to-go, you
had to look quick, between Blair's hip-thrusts.  But not one man
complained, nor did they seem to try to look quickly.


            Perhaps inspired by the scene in front of the TV, Al, seated in
the center of the sofa, began to stroke himself into an erection.  Jake,
who was rubbing some lube into his hole while watching his boyfriend
getting fucked right in front of him, caught the movement out of the corner
of his eye, picked up a condom, and moved in front of Al.


            "Please, let me help with that."


            Kneeling, he began to lick up and down Al's long dong.  In just
a moment, it was very hard and fully erect.  Jake smoothed the condom on it
quickly, placed his knees on either side of Al's thighs, and impaled
himself on the pole.  He leaned forward to rest his head on Al's right
shoulder so that the man could continue to watch the screen while Jake
lap-danced him.  Stan and Willie, on either side, moved over slightly to
make room for Jake's lower legs, but not so much that they wouldn't have
contact with the young bitch's silky touch.  Stan reached over to stroke
Jake's butt and leg as he gyrated next to him.

            By now, every man in the room was revealing the true length and
girth of his full erection.  Gary, on the loveseat, had a near-eight-incher
going, and in his easy chair, Ed sported his impressive crotch-rocket, the
largest in the room.  Blair finished getting intimately acquainted with
Ethan and moved back over to the love-seat next to Gary.  Ethan looked up,
reached over next to the TV and picked up a small waste basket, holding it
out to Blair, who dropped his slimy condom into it.  Ethan returned to his
previous posture on his back in the floor, all but calling out "Next!" to
entice another patron.  Gary was quick to seize his chance.  He picked a
condom from the bowl and did his best to imitate Blair's action thrust by
thrust atop Ethan's responsive body.  Blair saluted Ed with his beer can.
"Damn, Ed.  You sure know how to throw a dinner party!"  Ed beamed.
Clearly, he was having a great time just watching his friends enjoy his
bitches. And the bitches themselves were hardly complaining.


            Al didn't seem to be able to cum while being so passive, though
he tried having Jake remain still while he thrust up into his gut from
underneath.  In the end (which was where Jake liked to take it), he had
Jake kneel on the coffee table while he reamed him doggie style.  That
finished him off pretty quickly, and Willie asked to swap places with him
for a moment.  Al scooted over, and Willie took up the tattoo, hammering
Jake's buttocks from behind.  Ethan, who lay red-faced and sweating on the
carpet, took note of his lover's expression of ecstasy.  Maybe, he thought,
the prize for `worst-thought-out birthday gift of the year' would not come
his way after all.


            Willie didn't take long.  He wound up at the opposite end of
the sofa from where he began, with Stan in the middle, pile-driving Jake's
more-than-receptive ass. Meanwhile, Gary, sweating profusely, rose to his
knees, ripped off his drippy rubber, tossing it into the receptacle, and
struggled to his feet.  He got himself a beer from the fridge and resumed
his place next to Blair.  He rested his hand companionably on Blair's
muscled thigh, and the two grinned at one another.

            Ethan got up and handed out beers to all who wanted one.


            "Cunny, Babe, come sit in my lap for awhile," said Boss, taking
his beer.  Ethan settled in facing his kidnapper, and Boss surprised him:
he kissed Ethan deeply and lovingly.  Underneath Ethan's hips, he
positioned his big erection, and Ethan settled down upon it.  The two
proceeded to make out with open mouths and exploring tongues while Ethan
just sat on Boss's phallus, wiggling just enough to keep the heat fired up
in both their bellies.

            Jake slipped out for a moment to wipe up his slimy ass, wash
up, and fetch chips with salsa for the coffee table where he had just been
fucked three times.  He sat on the carpet where Ethan had been lying and
resumed watching the game, which was now well into the second quarter.  He
reached over to stroke Ethan's foot and ankle.  Then, noticing Boss's sexy,
manly feet close by, he crawled over on all-fours to lick and suck on them.
From time to time, he included one of Ethan's in his attentions also, and
occasionally raised up to lick Boss's balls and the juncture between Boss's
cock and Ethan's cock-filled hole.  The eyes of the room were affixed to
his busy tongue the whole time.


            "This is the best game I ever saw," declared Gary.


            "It absolutely is...who's playing?" agreed Blair.


            At half-time, Boss whispered into Ethan's ear, and Ethan smiled
and detached himself from the pole on which he had been sitting.


            "I'll be out in the sling if anyone wants me," he offered
cheerily.


            Blair chimed in, looking hopefully in Jake's direction, "Did I
see a massage table in there, too?  Damn, I'm feeling kind of tense today,
don't know why."


            Jake glance over at Boss, and Boss nodded imperceptibly.  Jake
winked at Blair and took his hand giving him a lift up out of the loveseat.
He led him down the hall following Ethan, who was just settling in.


            "I'm getting past my prime," Stan was saying.  "Twice in an
hour is about my limit."  So he stayed put and munched on chips and salsa
with his beer.  Ed stayed behind also, but Gary. Willie, and Al tagged
along into the exercise room.  Jake spread a bath-sheet on the massage
table and gestured for Blair to lie face down on it.  He eagerly complied.


            In just half an hour, Jake was not able to give Blair the full
treatment, but Blair didn't seem to know that, or mind.  He moaned and
groaned with pleasure the whole time, particularly when Jake rolled him
over and brought him to a happy ending with two fingers up his ass and his
lips all the way down Blair's cock kissing his pubic mound.  Blair's cum
shot past Jake's tonsils untasted, until Jake licked the last drops off his
drooling cock head.


            Meanwhile, Ethan was taking on the other three men in the
sling, one by one.  It took the full half-time plus commercials to get them
all off, since they had so recently unloaded--twice each.  While he
massaged Blair's powerful body, Jake took in appreciative glances at the
muscular buttocks and backs hunching his partner nearby.

            As the men wandered back into the den for the second-half
kick-off, both Ethan and Jake went to their room for a quick shower and
douche.  Even using rubbers, a lot of juices seemed to accumulate back
there, and they certainly did not want to leave oil spills or skid-marks on
Boss's furniture and carpet.  They returned, refreshed and wet-headed, to
sit on the carpet at the men's feet and watch the remainder of the game,
which did turn out to be pretty exciting.  There was no further sex, just
pleasant male camaraderie and friendly banter.  These men had mostly been
friends before they came, but the bonds that joined them were now more
strongly sealed by shared intimacies in sexual release.  Ed had played his
hand well.


            For he did have an additional agenda that he had not informed
his bitches of yet.  As he had intimated to Jake at the Club, Ed had plans
to make a lot of money renting these boys out, and himself as well, as he
had done already to supplement his income.  All of the men present were
well positioned not only to provide very valuable word-of-mouth around the
leather set, but also to do some of the renting themselves, for their own
enjoyment, and on behalf of other friends and groups they were involved
with.  Ed expected to get back his investment in food, drink, and sexual
favors back many-fold in the near future


            When all the guests departed, after the game (and before
another began), Jake and Ethan set to work finishing the clean-up upstairs,
and the three of them enjoyed leftovers for a light dinner.  Afterward,
Boss invited them upstairs to his own room, where they had a quiet and even
romantic evening together in his king-size bed. He even let them stay all
night.  Later, the boys would come to appreciate what a singular honor this
was, as Ed was not a man who usually slept over with any of his dates, or
invited them to stay, either, after sex.

            In bed, the night-game played on the TV mounted on the wall,
and Ed did keep an eye on it, sports fan that he was.  But for the most
part, he occupied himself making out tenderly with his two boys, one on one
side and one on the other.  Together, they ministered to his body, suckling
his nipples, licking him all over, and kissing every square inch of his
skin (and all of each other's they could reach).  Both boys sucked his dick
and rimmed his ass.  But he sucked both of theirs, too, and rimmed just as
enthusiastically.  He fucked them in order, first Jake, then Ethan.  By the
time they all dozed off to sleep beginning with Ethan, who cuddled up next
to Boss sweetly, the three were in a nirvana of contentment and sexually
satiety.