Date: 21 Aug 2000 17:01:28 -0000
From: Mikey <mikey@maileditor.com>
Subject: Danny - 3

Author's Note: Hey, you found this story on the Nifty gay - site, so you
ought to know that it contains graphic male-male sex.  It does contain some
light bondage and punishment.  I hope that it also has a story you will
like.  If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't.  Fantasies
don't need protection.  Real life does.  Play it safe.  Otherwise, Enjoy.

***

A Hot Shower:


Horace, dressed and ready to leave for the morning's business, looked at
the sleeping boy tied to the bed in the spare room.

Streaks from his tears ran through the precum that had dried on his face.
He was curled up on his side, still in the leather from last night's
session.  His balls hung along the back of one thigh, the welts and bruises
on his ass clearly visible now that the initial reddening had faded.

As the man stepped into the room, Danny's eyes opened.  He flinched back in
an instinctive reaction, raising his bound hands slightly in front of him
before he woke completely.  Then he lay still, passively looking at the
well-dressed man standing by the bed.  It was hard to believe that this was
the same person who had been so violent the night before.  He waited,
steeling himself.

Horace smiled gently at him.

"Good morning, boy.  I need to go out to a meeting just now.  I wanted to
thank you again for last night and tell you how much I am looking forward
to tonight.  I will tell Mack how cooperative you have been.  James will be
staying here.  You take an nice hot soak and he will bring you something to
eat.  Just amuse yourself in the suite.  There is plenty of stuff on the
telly.  I will be back sometime this afternoon."

Danny forced himself to say calmly, "Thank you, sir."

Horace beamed and patted him on the cheek.  "Good boy."

Danny felt like a mixture of pet dog and punching bag.  But he kept his
face still as the man left.

The bodyguard returned and silently unbuckled the cuffs.  He impassively
stripped the young man.  Without a word, he easily lifted Danny and carried
him into the huge bath, lowering him into the very warm water.

 "I put some Epson salts in the water.  Soak as long as you can, then add
more hot water.  It will make you feel better," he said gruffly with a look
of pity in his eyes.

Danny bowed his head and mumbled his thanks.  He didn't want his pity.  But
he already hurt too much to annoy someone that big and rough looking.

"Here," the big man said, holding out a couple of small pills.

Danny looked at them suspiciously and James smiled slightly.

"Just ibuprofen.  It will help."

Danny swallowed them obediently and James left for a while.  Danny could
hear him straightening up the room that he had been used in.  The young man
leaned gingerly back in the tub and let the hot water soak into his
bruises.  He did not remember the last time he had soaked in a long hot
bath.  He dozed, shifting occasionally to relieve the pressure on a painful
bruise.

After a while, James returned.  He quietly picked up a sponge, squeezing a
generous amount of antibacterial liquid soap on it, and began to wash Danny
thoroughly.

Danny sighed and obediently stood for the man to scrub him clean.  The
strong fingers massaged the shampoo into his scalp, then pushed him under
the heavy stream of hot water to rinse.  It felt wonderful.  He felt his
cock begin to harden slightly as the warm slick sponge caressed it with a
mixture of silky soap and rough sponge texture.  The contrast made him
harden quickly.

He started to move away in embarrassment, but stopped and leaned back
against the edge of the tub carefully as an equally soapy hand replaced the
sponge.

He closed his eyes and relaxed as the same fingers that had rubbed his
scalp earlier, now worked on his other head.  Sliding up and down,
squeezing gently, rubbing behind the head at that so sensitive spot.

The soap slick hand caressed his shaft, squeezing firmly enough he could
feel the hard calluses beneath the slippery lotion.  The contrast of
textures against his throbbing cock and shaven balls was engrossing.  The
hot water of the tub became even warmer as his heart sped up and sweat
beaded his forehead.  His hands gripped the sides of the tub tightly.

Soon his abdomen was tightening and his breathing quickened as the hands
cupped and stroked and pulled.  He silently arched his back.  The only
sound he made was the slight panting of his breath as he released his load
in a quiet explosion of creamy fluid that mixed with the soapy bath water.

His eyes opened and he looked into James' calm face with a shy smile.
"Thank you," he said softly.  He had not expected kindness from the rough
looking bodyguard.  The guy would make a bulldozer think twice before
insisting on right of way.  Mack's bodyguards were more likely to call him
names and hit him, than be gentle.

James twitched his lips slightly.  He wasn't going to tell the boy just how
much he enjoyed handling him.  Or what he would have liked to do if he
hadn't known the kid was very sore right now.

The boss was coming back and would want seconds.  James was a hard man, but
he wouldn't wear out the kid's ass like that.  Maybe later.  He could hope.
He changed the subject.  "You're welcome.  Do you feel up to eating
anything now?  I brought some breakfast in."

Danny's stomach growled at the thought of food.  He had not had any dinner
last night.  He was definitely hungry.  James smiled at his involuntary
reply and stood him up to rinse off under the shower.

Danny pulled on the large t-shirt and loose sweats, grateful not to have to
wear the leather again, yet.  The clothes hung on his slim frame.  'They
must belong to James,' he thought.

The street kid's eyes widened when he saw the assortment of eggs, meats,
breads, and other foods he had not eaten for a very long time.  He sat down
gingerly on the cushion James had discretely placed on the chair and slowly
began to eat.  He could not believe it was all for him.  He tasted
everything, but despite his hunger was only able to eat a small amount for
a young man his age.

James just said, "I will keep it for you.  You will probably be able to eat
more in a few hours."

Danny nodded, then wandered into the suite area to watch TV.  Fascinated by
the cartoons that he had not seen since he had been thrown out on the
street, he absently ate the entire snack James brought by.

After a slightly bigger lunch, the events of the night before caught up
with the young man and he fell asleep curled up on the big soft couch.
James woke him just long enough to pull off the sweats and redress him in a
brief leather g-string, the collar, and cuffs.

He dozed off again and was still asleep when Horace returned that
afternoon.  He woke quickly when he heard the voices in the other room.

Horace smiled as the handsome boy in the bondage slave costume uncoiled
gracefully from the chair and stood watching him submissively as he entered
the room.

"Oh my."  He licked his lips.  "You look good enough to eat," he said
silkily.

His eyes lit up as he began to pull at his tie.  At a gesture from the
bodyguard behind the man, Danny stepped forward and silently helped him
undress.  Horace rubbed his hands all over the boy's nicely muscled body,
then turned him around and had him bend over while he inspected the welts
and bruises still visible from the beating last night.

Danny reminded himself that he was only a body, not a person, and swallowed
his inconvenient and dangerous pride.  Thus, he did not complain when a
quick pat on his rear told him to straighten.  Or when the man turned him
around and reached into the tight leather g-string and pulled his cock out
into the interested stares of both the older man and James.

He silently followed the hand pulling at his cock as if it were a leash
leading him into the bathroom.  He would be released tonight when the man
left, he reminded himself.  Obediently kneeling in the streaming shower at
the pressure on his shoulders, he opened his mouth as his face was pulled
into the ready groin.  This he could do in his sleep.

Soon Horace was pumping into his face as the tongue stroked the huge cock
and the agile throat swallowed him deeply.  His fingers entwined in the
boy's hair, he enjoyed the hot flowing water and the equally hot sucking
mouth.

With a gasp, he pulled free and squeezed the end of his cock tightly to
prevent himself from cuming yet.  He turned around and leaned his hands on
the wall of the shower and shoved his butt back into the waiting face.

Danny spread his cheeks and reached in with his tongue.  Tracing the
puckered hole, reaching across the smooth root of the still firm cock to
tickle and probe at the low slung, hairy balls.  He sucked the large nads
into his mouth one at a time and rolled them firmly while rubbing the hole
above them with the tip of his nose as he sucked and tongued.  His hands
went expertly to the cock and began to stroke and squeeze.

It did not take much before Horace was breathing hard again.  The man
pushed Danny down on his hands and knees, pulling off the g-string.  He
reached for the condom James handed him, sliding the latex over his huge
dick before shoving it forcefully into the younger man's ass.

Danny gritted his teeth and closed his eyes against the stretching, burning
pain of the invasion in the muscles still sore from last night.  Then he
felt his muscles slowly relax as the man took up a steady pumping that soon
had Danny panting and arching his back to offer easier access to his hole.

Danny couldn't believe it felt this good even as the man's body slammed
into his bruised ass.  The pain of his abused backside blended in to the
pleasure of a thorough fucking and he no longer even tried to think.  But
he did know what to do.  He clenched his ass tightly to increase the
friction.  Horace pounded deeper and harder.  The only sound was the
endless stream of the water and the gasping breaths, the slap of flesh on
flesh.

Soon Danny felt the huge cock stop and the throbbing spurt of cum filling
the condom.  Horace pulled free, leaving Danny with a hard aching cock and
a sudden empty feeling.

Then the older man reached beneath the younger man and grabbed the jutting
cock, and with a rough hand, quickly began to jerk on the eager cock.
Danny spread his legs to give him easy access and bit back his moans as
three fingers shoved into his plowed ass, finding and stroking the prostate
in a rough way that felt so good.

Within moments, he was pumping out his load also, again amazed that the
customer he was supposed to be serving was allowing him to feel this good
also.  Most didn't.

Danny rose, and taking the sponge, began to wash the older man languidly.
Both enjoying playing gently with every inch of their bodies.  Horace told
Danny to masturbate as the older man played with his nipples and watched
eagerly as Danny's face glazed over with the continuous sexual arousal.
With the guard's enthusiastic help, he kept Danny just short of cumming
until they were out of the shower and the boy writhed on the bed.

Danny's eyes widened with alarm as Horace reached for the belt he had used
so brutally last night, but he was far too excited to think coherently.  He
just rolled over on to his stomach, stretched his arms over his head, and
spread his legs as widely as he could.  And waited, cringing slightly.

Horace smiled.  'What a cooperative lad.'

But Horace did not whip him this time, just greased the thick leather, and
carefully inserted it into Danny's asshole, feeding it slowly inside the
pumping body, then equally slowly drawing the entire length out.

Danny's back arched and he moaned as his cock responded to the slow drag of
the greased leather across his prostate and out of his sensitive hole.  He
rolled on to his back again and watched with glazed eyes what was going on
between his widely spread legs and bent knees.

Soon Horace was erect again.  The huge slab of meat responded quickly for a
man of Horace's age.  And Danny was silently begging for more, his ass
raised as far as he could, stomach and flanks quivering with the strain of
their effort.  Horace stuffed his cock into Danny's tight hole, smiling as
the boy sighed in relief as the man began to move after teasing him for so
long.

Danny gasped and bit his lip to silence the moans as Horace reached out and
began to stroke up and down the flushed and eager cock.  Ropes of creamy
white cum shot from the quivering tip, draping over his chest and stomach.

Now the man took his turn again.  This time he lay on the bed with Danny
kneeling between his legs.

Danny tried to suck one more load out of the tired man, grateful that the
threatened beating had not reappeared.  His body still tingled with the
after effects of cumming so hard and so many times tonight.  He wanted to
make the other man feel just as good as he did and eagerly attacked the
widespread crotch and ass with mouth and hands.  Now it was personal, no
longer just a chore.

Horace groaned softly in pleasure and stroked the boy's head as it rooted
between his legs and over his hard cock.  He enjoyed the tongue probing the
slit, sweeping around the sensitive head, the warm wet mouth sliding all
the way up and down his thick shaft, and the tight throat swallowing
against him.

The man was glad he had decided not to hurt the boy again.  It was not good
to make them too frightened.  They were no longer as enjoyable when they
only cried and tried to escape.  Besides, they tried to please him so much
more when they knew what the alternative was.

He would have Danny again sometime.  But he would wait until the
anticipation grew.  It was better that way.  But just the thought of that
gorgeous young body tied spread eagled to the bed, writhing silently
beneath the lash, was enough to make him pull out of the warm wet mouth and
cum all over the beautiful face.

He sighed and rose, taking a robe from the guard.

"Thank you, Danny.  Now why don't you go wash up and change.  I have to
catch a plane in an hour.  I need to be on the road."

Danny nodded and obediently went into the bath to wash his face.  When he
returned, dressed once more in the faded jeans and old t-shirt he had worn
the night before, Horace was already dressed to leave.  The man cupped his
chin and rubbed a thick finger along his lower lip.

"You are very good.  The next time I come into town I will expect to see
you again."

Danny flinched slightly, but met the man's questioning eyes.

"Yes sir," he replied with a mixture of reluctance and anticipation.  His
back burned and the bruises ached.  He felt humiliated by all that had
happened.  But… it had been a long time since he had been fucked so
well.  He was confused and the bemusement showed in his eyes.

Horace smiled internally.  He would own the boy yet.  The young man just
did not know it, but his leash was there.  Invisible to him, but there none
the less.  He smiled at the young man and strengthened the leash.

"Here, I know Mack had his own arrangement with you, but I just wanted to
express my appreciation."

Horace pressed a folded bill into the boy's hand.  Danny thought he saw a
ten on it and thanked him.  Anything helped.  Then the guard ushered him to
the door and solemnly handed back the two knives and the baggie Danny had
set down earlier.

Danny left.  He walked back to the tiny room he shared with the five other
young people.  It looked, and smelled, worse than ever after the day at the
nice hotel.  He sighed and lay down on the rough pallet of cardboard and
papers.  Then he remembered the money and looked, gasping in amazement.

'A century!'  He clutched it tightly.  He and Carlos could actually go out
and eat and get some new clothes to replace the torn rags he had been
wearing.  He could get a good deal at the thrift store and still have
enough left over to last them for a long time, especially since Mack had
waived the rent for the next week.

He smiled.  It was worth the aching bruises.  Now if Carlos would hurry
back to share his good news.

~~~

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Mike.

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