Date: Mon, 14 May 2007 21:11:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Jake, Chapter 5, authoritarian

Discovering Jake Chapter 5
1/16/2006

	Steel had jake hold in the second enema for 15 minutes. Tears
streamed down the hairy 28-year-old jock's face from the constant pressure
and humiliation as he was on all fours in his own house, Steel's
construction man hands milking the jock cock.
	Precum had formed a puddle in the tub that slowly oozed into the
drain.
	Jake hadn't seen the other guests in almost an hour. Steel had
taken total control of him and jake was calling Steel "daddy".
	Totally naked, with his cum-soaked jock strap stuffed in his mouth,
jake was now completely naked. Steel had removed the lipstick and heels,
leaving jake a man, a man to be used by other men.
	Steel let go of the cock. "Toilet."
	Jake walked easier to the crapper this time and started to let
loose the enema. Steel cupped his left hand under jake's chin and pulled
up. "Look daddy in the eyes as you relieve yourself, son," Steel commanded.
	Jake looked up as the liquid rushed down. Steel licked his lips
obscenely as the young future-executive let loose the enema. Steel liked
this. Usually the jocks were much younger, college boys, maybe the
occasional high school senior, needing a daddy and to be made men. Steel
smiled as the final drops plunked into the porcelain. The construction
worker's dick was hard and dripping precum right at jake's face level.
	Without a word, jake's tongue snaked out to taste the cock honey,
the jock strap falling to the floor, his own cum sucked out.
	"Must have liked Rico's, eh, boy?" Steel asked as jake's muscle
swirled around the head, lapping up the precum.
	"That's a good boy," Steel said, petting jake's head. The office
man's head was getting fuzzy. He was hot, and started trying to suck the
cock, taking it deeper than he was ready, gagging, backing off, and going
back down, much to Steel's delight.
	Steel grinned as jake's inhibitions melted as the alcohol enema
started taking effect. Steel remembered his high school days, the party
boys hearing whispers that if they shoved alcohol up their ass holes, they
could get a buzz faster. He'd been on the wrestling team of a small town,
and was amazed as one of his teammates shed his clothes and shoved a beer
bottle up his ass.
	That guy ended up in the emergency room and the next time they
tried enema kits and funnels. Steel fondly remembered the ass alcohol
nights as he got his first piece of ass that way and soon had teammates
worshipping his body. He'd gotten 5 teammates to agree to be his holes
without knowing about each other. Senior year, he'd gotten them all
together and showed homemade movies of each one servicing him.
	He'd replay the palm camcorder later to relive this night with
jake. Steel wondered his Jef wanted him or if jake was up for grabs. Steel
was pulled back from his thoughts as the hairy backs of jake's hands
caressed his smooth butt cheeks.
	Steel looked down to see jake balls deep on the construction cock.
	A slight movement in the doorway caught jake's eye. Michael stood
there, Max eating out his furry shit hole as the lumberjack pisser stood
erect, glistening with saliva.
	"Go suck yer uncle's rod, son," Steel ordered.
	Jake climbed down off the toilet, and padded over to Michael like a
dog, engulfing the stiff, drooling staff.
	Steel leaned over and sniffed jake's ass, then slipped his tongue
into the clean, hairy ass crack, tasting the alcoholed hole, getting a
little drunk on the idea of taking his son's cherry.
	"You want daddy to pop your cherry, son?" Steel cooed in the hairy
stud's ear.
	Jake popped off the cock to answer "yes", then returned to the
slurping, on his knees in his guest bathroom. Naked. Sucking cock. Having
his ass eaten. Having been given 2 enemas. And sucked 3 cocks. And his dick
had shot watching gay porn. And he'd swallowed cum.
	Jake passed out, falling to the cold, tiled floor, crying. He hit
the floor, awake, passed out, awake, like a dream.

	Everything was dark. Jake heard sounds, but wasn't sure where he
was. It was warmer, silky. He felt warmth behind him, and across his hairy
chest.
	He thought it was his bed, upstairs, with the red, silk sheets,
imported from Egypt. He loved the feel of those sheets on his skin and
women loved them, too.
	The warmth across his chest moved, rubbing his left nipple,
gently. His cock ached.
	Last night started coming back. He'd been sucking Michael's cock
when the reality of what he was doing caught up with his brain. He was a
cocksucker. He'd swallowed. And he's liked it. A lot.
	He remembered a brief moment moving into the living room and lying
on his back on the floor, bringing his knees up to his shoulders to show
off his shit hole to the other men in his house.
	He fingered his ass at Steel's command, letting everyone present
see him penetrate his hairy hole, like a drunk slut at a bar.
	He felt a warm shower, white rain in streams pouring down on
him. He felt his tongue involuntarily shoot out, trying to taste it all. He
laid there, the men dressing, hugging, leaving.
	The warmth across his chest caught on something in his hair. Dried
cum.
	He thought someone had helped him upstairs, but he didn't remember.
	Shit! Someone was in bed with him, behind him, playing with a tit
like he'd do to women he'd used the night before. Give them a donut and
have them leave and find the next one, or plan the next date.
	A tongue licked up the nape of his neck, one of the few hairless
places on the athletic stud, an eye popper on the street who had had his
share of female conquests.
	"I know you're awake, son," Steel said. "Daddy loves you."
	Jake started crying. He fucked women! But he couldn't explain these
men using him and his dick being hard, except he liked it!
	He liked the feel on Steel's hard dick resting between his hairy
ass cheeks, prodding the virgin hole. Or was it? Jake searched his
memories, trying to remember if something else had gone up his ass beyond
his own fingers.
	Steel increased the pressure on jake's left tit, making him gasp.
	"It's nearly noon, son. Daddy has some guests coming over," Steel
said, slipping his arm off jake, and out of bed.
	"Don't shower."
	Jake looked down his hirsute bod. Dried cum was everywhere.
	"Guests? No, I'm not ready for guests," jake stated.
	Steel looked down at him.
	"Boy, you're a different boy today. You're mine. I have guests
coming. Now, get up and be ready to serve them."
	The door rang.
	"Go greet. Daddy needs to shower."
	Saturday was more humiliating than Friday night.
	Steel had invited his family and friends to jake's house for lunch.
	He fixed and served them lunch, dried cum clinging to his furry
body, reeking of day-old sex. No one commented on him. They just walked in,
handed him their coats and acted as if he was truly a servant Steel had.
	A guy who looked like he could be Steel's dad had fingered his hole
while jake waited for another command during lunch, and everyone just
ignored him, letting the man fingering his hole for about 15 minutes.
	The family and friends called him "Jeeves", "boy" and "the servant"
without making eye contact or anything. Jake wondered if they were truly
family, or just very close friends, although Steel referred to the
attractive young woman as "sis". She was the type jake went for, but his
dick never came to attention. She did eye him the entire time.
	They left after 2 hours.
	"Good job, boy," Steel said as jake cleared the table.
	As jake closed the dishwasher door, he asked, "Why did you do that
to me?"
	"What's the problem, son? They didn't have a problem with an
unkempt whore serving them lunch. Why do you?" Steel asked.
	Jake didn't answer. He couldn't.
	"I have stuff to do. Jef will be by later to take care of
you. Don't shower. Don't bathe."
	Steel left a few hours later, telling jake he should watch some
television, maybe watch what was in the VCR.
	Steel left.
	Jef wasn't expected for another hour or so; jake turned on the
television, hit play on the VCR.
	And there he was, the night before in Cinemacolor and Stereophonic
sound!
	He'd been taped. He'd been so engrossed in sucking dick and obeying
daddy Steel, that he hadn't noticed any cameras.
	The tapes Jef had of him doing women, well, people would have
expected that, but here he was, begging to suck dick, telling the audience
he was okay having another man give him an enema.
	Jef arrived to find jake curled in a ball, sobbing as the tape
played, the sound on mute.
	"God, you're pathetic," Jef sighed. "Get up, jake. You're making
yourself into a sorry excuse for a man."
	jake stood.
	"You're a man who likes men, right?" Jef asked.
	"Yes," jake hoarsely whispered, barely audible.
	"Right?" Jef said, louder.
	"Yes, sir," jake sputtered out.
	"You haven't done anything to be ashamed of," Jef said, massaging
jake's shoulders from the front.
	Last night flooded back for Jef. He'd massaged Rico's shoulders and
gotten Rico down on his cock while eating out the Latino man's hot, pulsing
hole.
	He'd progressed into fingering Rico's hole that had a light dusting
of hair on the cheeks and a nice ring around the hole.
	Jef eventually worked 2 fingers up Rico's hole while milking the
uncut staff.
	From there, he'd licked up the spine, munching on the nape of the
neck while positioning his hips at Rico's butt.
	Max had come over and distracted Rico with the leather wearing 6.5
cut thick dick stuffed in the suit wearing mouth.
	Jef topped the top. Rico cried a lot with the initial pain, giving
Max' cock a unique hummer.
	"Steel said you were a good boy this morning, jake," Jef said. "I
imagine you're wanting to shower?"
	"Yes, please, jef," jake begged. "I smell bad."
	"You smell good to me," Jef chuckled, running a hand between the
hairy ass cheeks.
	"Go shower, quickly, then join me in yer bedroom," Jef said.
	As jake showered, Jef scoped out the bedroom.
	Steel had called him a few hours before jake woke. They'd made the
tape, but Steel made a discovery waiting for Jef to come over with the
extra tape deck to make copies.
	Steel discovered the attic, and jake's equipment.
	Jef was immediately drawn to the leather upholstered St. Andrew's
Cross. Jake's comments the night before suddenly made sense.
	Jake entered the bedroom, dried. He immediately noticed the door
open to the attic.
	"Shit," he just whispered.
	"Up you go, cocksucker," Jef ordered, pointing to the open door.
	Up the stairs the naked jake climbed, followed by Jef. He'd put a
small bag up behind the St. A.
 	"On there, boy," Jef ordered, indicating the cross.
	Jake obeyed, and soon he was secured. He'd never even leaned
against that cross and didn't realize how nice the leather felt.
	Jef had pulled out his dick and jake's started to rise.
	Once he was fully hard, Jef kneeled down as if he was going to suck
jake's dick, but instead just reach for the bag behind jake. Jef was
impressed. The attic dungeon included a wall sink, and he turned on the hot
water, wetting a rag, then washing jake's crotch, keeping the dick hard.
	The rag rubbing turned into a creamy, foamy feeling that jake
couldn't quite place mentally, and couldn't see. Jef had used the head
strap to keep him from lowering his head to look down.
	He did know the next feeling, though. A razor starting to shave.
	During all this, Jef had barely said a word.
	"Hey, don't shave me," Jake ordered.
	Jef smacked him hard.
	"Shut the fuck up, boy," Jef snickered. "I'm sure no one can hear
you, so no point to yelling."
	For the next half hour, Jef shaved jake's legs, starting right
below jake's nuts, and his armpits. The body parts were smooth at the end,
with jake sobbing over loosing his fur.
	"We're done with you for the weekend, boy. Tomorrow is yours. Don't
make any lunch plans Monday. Steel's dropping by the office for a visit,"
Jef said. "He's really fond of you, if you hadn't guessed."
	He released jake's bindings. "Clean up this mess, you smooth legged
beast," Jef chided. "Armpits and legs shaved like a girl."
	"But suck me first."
	The athletic man's jaws ached an hour later as Jef finally dumped a
load down the muscled boy's gullet, some of it dripping off jake's chin.
	"Remember, cocksucker, no lunch plan's Monday," Jef pointed a
reminding finger as he left.
	Crying himself to sleep over his smooth legs and armpits, jake
slept until 2 p.m. Sunday, then started his usual weekend chores of laundry
and dishes.

	To be continued