Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 11:08:55 -0400 From: ttstud@aol.com Subject: Chet Pectoral - Book 2 - Chapter 1 The Adventures of Chet Pectoral Book Two Chapter One Sometimes you wonder if you should even consider telling the story. It may have been best to leave things as they were. They were happy and our hero and his lover had finally found each other and that was a good enough place to end as any other. You should know this -- that at least for a few months Chet and Dean shared a perfect life together. Chet had no job and Dean was not at school and they could spend all day in bed together exploring. In the beginning it was Dean on top, fucking Chet and Chet loved the feeling. Dean's cock was large and every time it thrust into him he moaned for his lover. Chet found something he had not had before, fulfillment. And with the right person sex can bring you places you've never been. Dean marveled at how Chet responded to him and how incredibly hot the boy was. It was as if Chet had been made just to please a man. Every time Dean thrust into him he saw Chet's cock leak a little. And when he grabbed Chet's nipples the boy moaned and his ass tightened hard. Dean didn't want to think about it but whoever had done this to Chet had known what they were doing. The first time they had sex Dean began to pull out as he reached orgasm. But, suddenly he felt Chet's strong arms around him pulling his deeper. "Shoot in me," Chet said. Dean did not hesitate and unleashed torrents of cum into the boy's waiting ass. He lay on Chet gasping but Chet shocked him by taking over and moving on top to continue to ride. They fucked over and over and still Chet did not stop, his cock never going down or softening even once. Even after Dean had cum several times, Chet continued to be horny. In the beginning it was cute, and they even laughed at Chet's continual hard-on. But, as time continued it became a problem. Dean could not satisfy him and at one point Chet began to beg to be used. "I need you to abuse my body," Chet said. Dean said no, but it was obvious that Chet would not be satisfied without hard use. He began to use toys on Chet and it was obvious that Chet loved it, moaning and begging for more. For his birthday Dean bought very rough tit clamps and the instant he put them on Chet, Chet's cock spurted the biggest load he had every seen sending no less than 12 spurts of cum flying out of his cock. Hours upon hours were spent putting a variety of toys up Chet's ass and he began to stretch him out. There were marathon sessions where Chet was fucked by Dean for the whole night. He even flogged Chet and hung his balls from pulleys he had fasted into the ceiling of the bedroom. Still nothing satisfied Chet and Chet's horniness grew and grew. "You have to use me harder," Chet said. Dean said no. He commented on how this was not sex and how their bedroom looked more like a dungeon now than a love nest. "I don't know what to do," Chet pleaded, "I'm going nuts." Dean needed advise and went to his buddy Finally Dean relented and did what Chet had been asking for. He first went out and bought a collar and when he came home he ordered Chet onto his knees. Chet was already nude his slightly hairy body glistening with sweat. His body was magnificent, those pecs, hanging like globes on his muscled Chet. And those nipples sticking out like cones from his pecs but hanging slightly from being pulled and worked so much. The nips had a meaty nub at the center, perfect for chewing. Dean fastened the collar around Chet's neck and then produced a lock from his pocket which he used to secure the collar so that it could not be removed. "You're my bitch from now on, boy?" As he looked down Chet's always hard cock jumped and leaked. "Is this what you need, bitch? If you say yes, it will change our relationship." Dean said. Honestly, he didn't know what he wanted for an answer. The idea of being Chet's Sir was an incredible turn on but he didn't know if he wanted Chet as a full time slave. He loved the man too much. Chet stood and looked Dean in the eyes. He grabbed Dean by the shoulders.. "Dean, I love you so much. But I can't handle what they did to me. I'm so horny all the time and I'm afraid of what I'll do if you don't start using me harder. I want to be your bitch. You need to use me as hard as possible so I can finally get over this." With that said, Chet dropped to his knees and placed his head on Dean's crotch. "Get on all fours," Dean said. Chet instantly dropped onto all fours. "No, bitch," he said, "go get on all fours on the dining room table." Chet's eyes widened but he stood, his dick jumping and leaking, and climbed onto the large wooden dinning room table and get down on all fours. Dean opened the front door. "Looks like we're going to do this, come on in." Ted walked in his body naked except for a pair of running shorts. And he was sweaty his shorts stained with the sweat. He had come from a jog and needed a release. "You sure about this bud?" Ted asked. He eyed Chet on the table. Ted has seen Chet before as he had been invited for dinner numerous time. Though he lusted after Chet he didn't think they'd ever fuck. Ted climbed on the table stripping off his shorts as he moved. "Been looking forward to this, bitch." With that he shoved into Chet's waiting ass. Chet's ass was wet and ready and Ted's cock slid in without lube. With that Ted began to brutally fuck Chet, just like Dean had asked. Ted was amazed as Chet's ass began to squeeze and milk his cock. "Fuuuuuck buddy," Ted said, "how'd they train him. He's a fucking hot ride." Dean laughed. "Yeah, now pull his tits." Ted reached down and grabbed Chet's swollen tits, pulling as hard as he could. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Chet moaned. Chet's cock leaked and his ass clamped hard on Ted's cock. Ted groaned as Chet's cock did more than clamp down. It squeezed and released over and over, working his cock. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Ted moaned, "I've never felt anything like it." Ted struggled and for a few minutes he and Chet seemed to struggle over who would be in charge of this fuck. At first, Ted began to let Chet take charge but he remembered what Dean had said. "Above all Chet needs to be dominated, make sure you make it as brutal as possible." Remembering that Ted rose back and slapped Chet hard on the head. He heard the guy gasp under him. He grabbed Chet by the throat and yelled in his ear. "SUBMIT YOU FUCKNIG WHORE!" Chet moaned and shocked Ted by dropping his head onto the floor. He also stretched his hands out forward so that his body was closer to the ground and his ass was in the air. "Sorry, Sir," Chet said. With that Chet made no more struggles and Ted was able to rape the boy's ass. All the while he told Chet what a bitch and a whore he was. After several minutes Ted blasted a huge load in the boy's ass yelling into his ear. "Now," Ted said pulling out of his ass and moving around to Chet's front, "clean my cock." "Yes, Sir," Chet said and with that took Ted's cock in his mouth down to the base. Chet heard his lover speak. "Meet a few more of the guys." Chet heard the front door open and several of Dean's football teammates came in. Chet wondered how many there were five, six. He couldn't think. His mind was swimming and he was in "the zone". The zone was a name he had given the haze he went into when he was deep into submission. The next guy, a large heavy black man, jumped on the table and pulled his mammoth cock. Damn, Chet thought with a smile, that thing had to be over ten inches long and six inches thick. He did not talk to Chet but simply shoved his cock into Chet's already wet hole. Chet and the man both moaned. Standing next to Dean, Ted gasped. "Look at him take that dick man." Ted patted Dean on the back. "You got an amazing boy," Ted said. Dean watched. He could see his boy smile. Finally, he had begun to satisfy his lover. The black guy plowed in and out of Chet's ass. He was strong, a linebacker, and the force of the fuck drove Chet forward on the table. Dean went up to Chet and grabbed onto him. He held Chet in place and the black man pummeled his ass. Chet was sweaty, gasping, moaning. "Thank you," Chet said. Dean leaned down and kissed the man he loved more than the world itself. "Hold on baby," Dean said. Chet pulled back. "Pex," Chet said, "when I'm being used call me Pex or bitch." He heard the man fucking him moan and soon the man blasted a load not in Chet but all over his back. Soon Chet's back was covered in white cum. As he pulled out of Chet two men approached the table. Both were already naked and one, a large hairy man, shoved his cock into Chet's already used ass. Chet had just been fucked with a larger cock so the man's dick went in easily. It was smaller and not as thick. The second man was smooth and didn't look like a football player at all. In fact, he was the punter on the team a small tightly built man named Skyler. Sklyer, always the nicest guy on the team, gently pushed Dean out of the way and offered his cock to Chet who hungrily took it in his mouth. Somehow, Dean suspected the two men had done this before. They moved together at some point driving in and out of Chet. At other points, they each thrust in at separate times, keeping Chet off balance. Dean could hear Chet moan and groan. The three men played for almost an hour the rest of the team watching. In fact, 3 members of the team could hold back no longer and simply walked up, blasted their loads all over the three people fucking and then walking away. Dean saw the hairy man, Brett, nod. "Together," Skylar said. Skylar and Brett leaned in and began to kiss. "I love you," Brett said. "Me too babe," Skylar responded. Funny, Dean thought in all the years he had known them he never knew they were lovers. Together they blasted into Chet each of them shaking and yelling. Skylar and Brett continued to kiss as they shot and he could see Chet move and work his ass and mouth to drain them. They pulled out of Chet and Dean saw Chet's head drop onto the table. Dan rushed up and grabbed onto him. "You ok?" "I can take it," Chet said smiling. But Dean had enough. "Parties over guys" Dean expected moans and groans but instead the guys quietly left. Some came up and thanked Dean. Skylar and Brett leaned in and kissed Chet. The last to leave was Ted. "I want a three way." "Yes, Sir," Chet smiled. Two weeks later they had still not discussed the party. "Why won't you talk about it?" Chet asked. "I tried," Dean said, not able to look at him, " but I honestly don't know if I can do that again to you or be rougher for that matter." "I'm sorry I've become a whore," Chet said, angry and upset now, "but I love you and I just don't know what to do." Strange, how fate comes when you most need it. The phone rang and Chet picked it up. They had just made love and though Dean was in the bathroom cleaning up, Chet was still hard and ready. "Yes, this is Chet. . . I remember talking to him about it but nothing every happened . . . I don't know if I'm ready. . . yes . . . I suppose I could do that . . . thank you . . ok. . . yes . . yes I can do that . . . I'll see you then. . . bye." As Chet hung up the phone he turned to see Dean standing behind him. Dean had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was, honestly, the most beautiful thing Chet had ever seen. I'd give my life for you, he thought. "Who was that?" Dean said. Chet took a minute then said, "maybe it's a way for me to take control of what's happening to me." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The slave had no name. His mother was a slave and he had been born into slavery. He had no identity and was simply property. A chattel to be discarded if his Master desired it at any time. Most of his life had been spent in fear and servitude. He lived his live to make his body beautiful and to please his master. It would have been his greatest desire to simply get a kind word from his master a gentle gesture. And, if Master ever wished to give him a name. That would be the greatest honor. But, until today, he had never met the man. Now he was riding the man's large dick. It was heaven. He was in pain of course. Never were slaves allowed to take a cock bigger than his Master's. So when his owner slammed into his ass it was tight and gripped the large cock hard. The Master was below him and the slave with no name rode him using all the training he had been given. The slave was 24 and had long blond, curly hair. This was unusual. Most slaves were dark haired and of arab decent. It was rare for blond slaves to be born. His body was toned and muscular and he stood 6 foot 4 inches. His pecs were large and his nipples had been grown large from months upon months of pumps and mouths and hands and clamps. Oh, if you knew the tit clamps that the Master had invented. The most unusual feature of the slave though was his cock. He was unusually large, so much so that he had been called freak many times. It measured 13 by 7 inches and although many men desired to service the slave's cock not one time had the Master ever given permission. The slave never knew the pleasure of another's ass or mouth or even their hand. If one were to even masturbate the slave he would be killed. "Make me cum," the Master said. The slave tightened his ass and twisted as he rode he also reached down to grip the Master's balls. It was that squeeze which brought his owner the most pleasure and the Master rewarded him by giving him his cum. He continued to ride as he was not given permission to stop. "Enough, slave." Obediently he pulled off his Master's cock. He went to leave but his Master stopped him. "Come here slave, I did not dismiss you." The slave fell to his knees. "I'm sorry Master. I did not mean to upset you." The Master took the slave's chin and raised it so he gazed, for the very first time, at the face of his beloved owner. "Stand," has Master said. The slave stood and his owner walked around him looking him over. He felt his Master's hands all over him. For the first time the slave felt something new . . . pride. Master grabbed the slave's nipples and began to twist and work them. The slave's cock jumped and leaked. "Impressive," Master said. Tears filled the slave's eyes. He was in heaven. He was bathing in the light of his Master's approval. "Slave, do you wish to please me?" The Master asked still pinching and pulling. "Yes, YES, of course Master." The Master motioned to a chair and the slave sat. Then a miracle happened something the slave had only heard of in passing. A legend to be told to keep slaves obedient. The Master, and how he did this the slave could not know, simply sat on his cock. It went in his Master and he heard his master groan at the feeling. "You are very large," his Master moaned. Under him the slave began to shake. It was more than he could take and he was instantly close, so close. "Go on," Master said, "please me." The slave shot his load then shaking, moaning, yelling. It was more than he could ever have hoped for. The Master pulled off the large cock and went to clean up. When he returned his slave was once again on his knees. "Please, Master, kill me." "Why would I do that slave?" "Because, surely this will be the happiest I will ever be and I would rather die happy like this than continue and never share in your glory again." The slave was once again pulled to his feet. "I need you slave." "Anything you want Master, anything." The Master nodded. "I intend to give you a mission slave. If I did that and gave you a holy mission would you succeed." "YES!" the slave said. "No matter the cost?" "I would do anything for you Master." "Good." His master said. He walked to a table and opened a drawer taking out a small black pouch. "It will be difficult and you will be forced to sacrifice," Master said. The slave nodded. "Anything for you." "Then tomorrow we will begin." Master opened the pouch taking out a needle. "You will be called Apollo" Tears filled the slave eyes. He had a name. He had a name. "Tomorrow we ill begin your training," Primbatu said, "but, for now I will feed." Primbatu approached Apollo with the needle. To be continued . . .