Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2007 20:27:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Jake, Chapter Two

	"Strip" was not an option Jake expected to hear.
	"Naked?" he asked, bewildered.
	"Is there another kind, jake," Jef asked. "I can see from the video
you have a hot bod, and it doesn't appear you have any problem showing it
off, so strip."
	Jake started loosening his tie as Jef sat in jake's chair and
watched.
 	"Strip-tease style, boy," Jef chuckled.
	"I'm not your boy," Jake snapped.
	"I'll go get your pink slip," Jef started to rise.
	"Wait," Jake said, a slight begging intonation in his voice. He
started, clumsily, swinging his hips as he peeled his tie off and started
unbuttoning his shirt from the top down.
	The blue dress shirt highlighted his blue eyes, and slowly revealed
his pelt for Jef's pleasure. Jef liked a hairy man. Chest, arms, legs,
ass. Nice, soft fur.
	Jake's was a dark brown, and nicely trimmed. Jake even cupped his
pecs, showing off his well-developed, gym bunny chest as the shirt revealed
more fur.
	Jef's cock swelled.
	"Good boy. Touch yourself like some pole dancer, jake," Jef
commanded.
	Jake obeyed, a muted television playing his sexually escapades in
his office.
	"I look better than that guy with the squash," he thought, shucking
his shirt and popping the button on his fly. He then started on the belt
buckle.
	"Nice body, jake. You look like a real ape stud," Jef cooed.
	Jake didn't like the fag calls, but he did appreciate the
compliments. Jef was digging his body, and Jake spent a lot of time on
it. His dick was starting to swell.
	Jef adjusted his pecker as Jake turned and wiggled his ass for Jef,
shaking it and slowly lowering the pants until the pants cupped his furry
butt.
	Jake pulled the belt through the loops and used it like a towel
drying his ass, holding up the pants.
	Jef knew what Jake was doing; it was a seduction routine Jake
probably used on his women to lure them into bed.
	The belt whipped through the air and the pants fell to the floor.
	Jake bent over to untangle the khakis from his ankles,
unintentionally giving Jef a long look at his furry pucker.
	Jef tried not to drool.
	The young executive hopeful turned around, exposing his prick to
Jef, the 43 –year-old, 5' 9", 170-pound manager. Jake's 9-inch prong was
fully engorged; he'd forgotten he was showing off for a dude. Jef had a
hand inside his shirt, massaging his somewhat hairy pecs that
treasure-trailed into his pants.
	Jef got a good look at Jake's hairy front. Trimmed chest hair that
took on a pyramid appearance leading down to his big dick, standing at
attention, a pearl of pre-cum sparkling at the top.
	"Got you going, huh, boy?" Jef smirked, grabbing his own
stuff. "Don't touch yer dick. Fondle your nuts and play with your
chest. Think of one of those pussy girls you pound."
	Hairy pecs received finger jobs from Jake's two hands as he closed
his eyes and envisioned a hot, wet mouth on his ample hole poker.
	Jef reached out and started massaging the hairy space between
jake's shitter and nuts.
	"Ohhhhhh," jake sighed, reveling in a new feeling.
	"Chicks don't give you little massages there, boy?" Jef asked,
increasing the pressure and watching jake buck on the feeling good finger.
	Precum oozed from jake's cock, trailing down the front of his rod.
	A smile crossed Jef's face. He'd done this to any number of shy
married men, wanting some manly sex, but too scared to take the lead. The
difference here was jake wasn't the shy type; just the brute in a nice
bod-type.
	A drop of precum fell on Jef's forearm as he massaged jake's hairy
taint.
	Most men, even gay men, barely knew their own bodies and all the
pleasures they contained. Jef knew. Jake needed training, but not just in
sex, but in his attitude.
	"Open your eyes and look at me, slut," Jef ordered, staring up at
Jake's closed lids.
	Moans of pleasure blocked out his response, but the lack of opening
eyes was telling.
	Jef moved his finger back. "Open, or else."
	Blue eyes immediately popped open, a little spittle drooling into
his goatee.
	"I don't have ample white breasts. My chest is hairy and muscled,"
Jef whispered, continuing the taint massage.
	The mind jake had was blank. He wasn't imagining men or women. He
was lost in pure physical ecstasy.
	What neither Jef nor jake knew was that they were being watched. It
wasn't through the web cam Jef had placed at jake's computer, but through
the doorway, mostly blocked to Jef and jake by the carted television set
playing Jake's office "parties".
	Steve watched his boss and co-worker going at it. His dick was
steel-stiff, but Steve's cock never leaked. He'd always wanted precum, but
it never happened. He had post-cum, a problematic condition when he was
running late and his pants would wet up 30 minutes after he'd cum.
	Steve worked 2 floors up. The 45-year-old, 6-foot tall, very hairy
in all the right places cocksucker was an occasional fuck of Jef's and had
the teeth marks on his ass to prove it. He was always popping wood around
Jake, though, with a father-son fetish that had Jake fucking steve's Daddy
ass.
	Steve's hair, in contrast to Jake's, was light brown, curly, even
on his chest and had grown in all the right places for the office stud. He
wore a thick goatee on his squared jaw with the constant 5 o'clock shadow
that had turned more than a few heads of both sexes in the office. Office
workers knew Steve liked to a swing on a cock, but what they didn't know
was Steve liked it rough. Looking at him, if they did know, they'd guess he
gave it rough, but Steve took it rough.
	Jef had discovered Steve's submissive side about a month ago even
though they'd fooled around with vanilla sex.
	Steve's dark brown eyes smoldered as he watched Jef coax jake's
thick, huge virgin-slayer to its drooling stiffness.  Steve knew Jake
fucked in the office. He'd watched a few times, but mostly it was listening
, and he never got a real eye-full of Jake's pussy pumper.
	He was now.
	His dick strained against his pants, but he'd never touch it,
either inside or to take it out. Not at the office.
	"I'm guessing your headboard is nothing but one huge notch," Jef
chided, watching jake's cock flex and his balls start to pull up into
jake's body.
	Jake was making eye contact with Jef, but his eyes would sometimes
dart down the older man's body. He noted the lump in Jef's pants, and
wondered about it, and his hairy chest, and how his cock could be this hard
without a woman present or a hand or mouth around his penis.
	"Cum."
	Steve's eyes widened in amazement as jake's pecker started dumping
its load all over Jef. White ropes of heat splattered Jef's forehead,
cheeks, chest, crotch and more.
	Jake couldn't control himself. He just kept cumming and cumming,
sperm flying everywhere. He screamed in pleasure.
	A hand smacked his face hard.
	"Shut up, you dumb fuck!"
	Jef's face was pissed and jake was brought back to reality
quick. He'd just cum on a gay guy, for him.
	"I'm not cleaning this mess up, boy," Jef said.
	"I'll go get a towel," Jake said, a trace of attitude still left.
	"No, boy. Use your tongue."
	Jake stood there. Jef wanted him to taste his own cum? Hell, he
hadn't even touched his own ass, except to wipe it or wash it. He couldn't
even stand it when the piss splashed out of the toilet on his foot.
	"I'll get a towel," he repeated.
	Jef was standing before jake saw him.
	A meaty paw was on the back of jake's head, shoving him down to his
knees.
	"When I tell you to do something, do it, boy," Jef snarled. "Or
that DVD goes straight to the board room and every employees' mailbox.
	"I think I can find your mother's home address in the company
files, too."
	A cum covered crotch was in front of jake's eyes, soaking into his
boss' pants.
	"Now, jake."
	The young office stud blushed. Being called "jake" embarrassed him
more than "boy" did.
	A tentative tongue snaked out and the very tip touched Jef's wet
pants.
	Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wanted to be jake,
and wanted jake to use him.
	But he watched as jake's tongue sampled his own goo for the first
time. A tear streamed down jake's left cheek as he realized his was going
to be eating his own spunk. He found the taste nasty, slimy, salty. He
couldn't fathom how the gals he'd shot in had liked licking him clean.
	He licked Jef's crotch, finding the goo, and feeling a hardness
through the fabric. He felt his lunch lurching up, but struggled to keep it
down.
	"Get it out of my chest hairs, jake," Jef sneered, pulling up the
young stud by his chin. "It's your own cum, boy. Clean it up."
	Jake didn't care if it was his own, it was nasty, disgusting
humiliating, and he'd realize much later he was still hard.
	After 5 minutes of sucking his cum off Jef, jake stood.
	So did Jef.
	"You're a whore, jake, a man whore. You've done more women than a
Greek god," Jef said. "Now, you're mine. I own you and you're going to do
what I say, when I say, where I say. I won't hurt you, but that's the only
thing I can promise.
	"Tonight, when Sandra visits, tell her you have a headache and send
her home. Then lube up a butt plug, I'm sure you have at least one, and
shove it up your ass. You can only take it out to shit. I'll stop by for
inspection this weekend.
	"And you'll be wearing it to work Monday."
	"No fucking way, faggot."
	Jef glared at the young buck.
	"You've just pleasured yourself like a woman for me, playing with
your tits and letting me massage your pussy. You've sucked your own cum off
my muscled, hairy bod. And you're calling me a faggot?
	"Now, shut up, put your clothes on and go home, boy. I know where
you live. I'll be in touch, jake."
	Jef turned and grabbed the television cart and wheeled it out,
yanking the cord and ripping it from the outlet.
	Steve had left seconds before, dodging into a dark cubicle.
	From his vantage point, he watched jake stand there, tears
streaming down his face, but not sobbing, his dick rock hard.
	Jake's mind was racing. He'd been humiliated by a fag, forced to
suck his own cum off another guy's body, and yet his dick was raging
hard. He'd fuck a watermelon right now if he had one.
	But he didn't, and he knew he couldn't touch Sandra. Shit, he was
going to go to the grocery store and buy a squash.
	Jake didn't notice Steve either. When he walked out the front
lobby, the doorman handed him an envelope.
	The handwriting was familiar; he'd seen it on many memos. Jef's.
	As he warmed up the engine, he opened the envelope. A simple note
inside read, "go ahead and buy that squash, boy."

	To be continued.