Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:44:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Jake, Chapter 9, authoritarian

Discovering Jake Chapter 9
3/30/2006

	Jake woke up to the sound of Jef snoring and the front door
closing. Jef moved a bit, his cum-crusted cock popping out of jake's
shitter, causing a slight wince from the stud boy.
	"Office holiday," jake remembered. "But who has come into my house
without knocking?"
	A silhouette filled the bedroom door, and jake felt Jef getting up.
	A hand rested on jake's head, and Jef guided the hot stud's lips to
his semi-hard cock.
	"Clean it, boy," Jef instructed. Turning to the silhouette, he
said, "I see yer sporting some morning wood."
	"All morning. Tell me he's ready," the deep voice said.
	Jake recognized the voice. It was Steve, from the office.
	He wasn't liking cleaning his own ass off Jef's cock, but did like
the traces of cum on the cock.
	The stud boy couldn't quite figure out what Steve was doing there;
jake has correctly figured out Steve was a bottom, a big, beefy, handsome
bottom, but a bottom, and since jake was a slave...
	The hand on his head tightened its grip.
	"Swallow."
	Jake was confused. Jef wasn't anywhere near shooting hard. Then
jake felt it and tried to move back, but Jef's grip was an iron vice.
	"Swallow."
	Jake gulped down the first spurt of piss, then tried swallowing
like he'd do shooters in a bar.
	Every time he had sex, the stakes rose, as did the humiliation of
becoming a urinal. A shaved urinal. Jake sobbed and swallowed, remembering
he barely had any hair left. He'd trimmed his own crotch and shaved off his
treasure trail and what was left of his chest hair.
	All he had left was a hairy ass crack. That had dried cum in it
from Jef's fuck last night.
	He saw Steve was rock hard. He yearned for that dick, but at the
same time, still wanted some pussy, hot, wet and sloppy.
	"Good, boy," Jef said, pulling his dick from jake's suctioning
lips. "I have a treat for you, fag. Steve's wanted you for a long time, a
long time. And you were wanting pussy, so I think this is going to be
really hot."
	Jake couldn't put it together. How would Steve's huge, hard dick
become pussy?
	Jef gestured for jake to stand as Steve approached, meeting jake's
lips and kissing deeply, with tongue.
	Jake wasn't sure how to react, but eventually, went with it and
kissed back, their tongues dueling.
	Steve's hand wrapped around, grasping jake's neck and ass, kneeding
the jock muscles and licking jake's chin, working until he was sucking
jake's chin like Steve would suck a cock.
	Jake was getting hard. This was much more sensual than any of the
sex the other guys had forced on him. Steve's tongue explored jake's neck,
nibbling and sucking. Jake knew he'd have at least one hickey, but he knew
not to say anything. And he was enjoying it.
	His own monster pecker was battling Steve's prick, both tools
leaking massive amounts of precum.
	Steve moved lower, sucking jake's right tit as a hand reached
between the stud's leg, massaging the taint.
	Steve pulled off the tit.
	"You like that, son?" he asked.
	Jake froze. The 45-year-old, 6-foot tall, very hairy in all the
right places cocksucker had just called jake "son" and jake hadn't seen
that coming.
	"Your cock is telling me you like it, son," Steve purred, nuzzling
back into jake's bare chest and licking onto the left nipple.
	"You're dad asked you a question, boy," Jef stated. Jake had
forgotten Jef was there.
	"Yeah, it's...great, dad," jake stammered. Steve was now at jake's
belly button, tonguing it. Steve maintained his massage of jake's hairy
taint, keeping his "son's" dick hard and his body stimulated.
	The night's facial stubble on Steve's face connected with jake's
cock head as his belly button continued to get a workout. The stubble
sensation instantly got to jake, who convulsed and gyrated.
	Steve smiled, pulling his tongue in, and just rubbing his chin on
the cock head.
	On his knees, he looked up at the shaved stud, smiled, and said,
"Daddy wants you to fuck him, son."
	Precum was mingled in the stubble on Steve's chin, strings of its
clinging to his hairy chest.
	Steve stood up, pressing his chin into jake's mouth, and the boy
sucked the clear man-honey from his "dad's" chin.
	Steve whispered into jake's ear. "Want to fuck Daddy? Daddy wants
you to fuck him."
	Jake hadn't fucked a man. He knew guys loved fucking guys; he'd
certainly had plenty of dick up his jock shitter the past few days. But he
hadn't thought about fucking any guy. Then it dawned on him about the
"pussy" Jef mentioned. Steve was that pussy.
	Jake took in the vision of Steve. He was 45, 6 foot, nicely
proportioned, curly brown hair on his chest, trailing down to his pubes and
across his ass cheeks. It wasn't like jake's former forest, but an artistic
impression of hair in all the right places.
	"So son, I want yer cock up my hole," Steve cooed into the boy's
ear, massaging jake's neck and taint.
	"It's hot, tight and wet, just for yer cock, son," Steve breathed
the words into jake's ear, following it with a light lick.
	Jake's left hand ventured on to Steve's ass cheek, feeling the
peach-fuzzed upper ass that turned into velvet as the hand snuggled into
the hirsute valley. Jake had expected a tangled, sweaty mess, but Steve's
butt was truly like velvet, soft and dry.
	Jake couldn't remember any twat as luscious.
	"Yeah, daddy, I want to slide my cock in your hot ass," jake
sighed, not realizing he'd mentally succumbed to the role-playing, the
physical sensations overriding his logical process.
	Steve broke the contact, walking backwards to the bed, his stiff
cock like an inverted pendulum, leading jake's eyes to the velvety balls
and curly, soft taint.
	Steve laid back, drawing his legs up, offering his daddy hole to
his son.
	"Lube me up with your tongue, son," Steve directed. "Spread your
daddy's pussy with that mouth muscle."
	All jake saw was pure pussy. He didn't see a man. He didn't see a
shit hole.
	The horned stud, needing release, having been denied so long, fell
to his knees and his tongued drilled up the tight daddy rosebud. Muscled
arms pried the fuzzy cheeks apart, as saliva papered the curly hairs to the
daddy skin.
	Jake ate as if he hadn't been fed in days, munching, tonguing,
drooling and nibbling.
	Steve moaned and whimpered, his mouth becoming a nasty string of
comments about his son eating shit, scarfing down daddy hole, and prepping
for a hot father-son fuck.
	"Slide that son dick in yer daddy's pussy," Steve begged, pulling
on jake's head.
	Saliva was dripping from Steve's well-rimmed hole and jake's lips,
but Steve pulled jake's dick toward his mouth, lathering it up with his
saliva, then motioning for jake to slip his fuck stick in the wet poop
chute.
	Jake awkwardly tried to ram the dick in Steve's ass.
	"Take yer time, son. I'm here to make you a man," Steve whispered,
his long arms able to grab jake's hips enough to control them. "You're just
a boy.
	"Now, line your pecker up with my daddy ass and slowly push against
the hole, son."
	Jake tried to be too fast again, and Jef's arms flew out, grasping
jake's nipples.
	"Daddy said slow the fuck down, son," Jef commanded. "He's a man,
not some twat you picked up in the local bar."
	Jake said nothing, but tried again, slower, creating a constant
pressure on Steve's hairy, gapping hole.
	"That's it, son," Steve said as Jef kept working jake's
nipples. Precum started to bubble to the end of Jef's dick above Steve's
lips, and jake licked his, almost leaning forward, but Jef held him erect.
	Jef watched Steve's asslips envelope the head of jake's scepter, a
regal boy rod, feeling tight, hot man-ass for the first time.
	"Shit, that is tight," jake gasp, overcome by the new sensation.
	"Keep sliding the boy cock in, jakey," Steve cooed, coaxing the
stud in further and further until jake's shaved nuts rested in the furry
crack of Steve's ass; Steve's fantasy and jake's unrealized ones fulfilled.
	"Fuck yer, daddy, son," Steve commanded.
	"Fuck yer, daddy, fag boy," Jef echoed.
	Jake didn't have to be told twice, and Steve did control his speed,
his long arms in command, even though he wanted to be ravished by the hot
stud he'd lusted upon in the office, peering over cubicle walls to watch
the stud take women at his desk.
	Steve had shoved many things up his hole, wishing it was jake,
hoping the straight man would one day want Steve's gay ass.
	Now, he controlled the thrusts of jake's hips, his movements, his
body. Steve was amazed at the idea of "topping from below" while being the
bottom, being in command without needing to be on top.
	"Tell me how much you want to fuck yer daddy," he commanded,
reveling in his newly realized power.
	"I love yer shit hole, dad," jake said, trying to increase his
speed. Steve was just letting jake do slow, deep thrusts, but jake was
becoming frustrated. He was very horny.
	"I want your ass every day, it's so fucking tight. God, why aren't
pussies this tight?" jake wailed.
	"It's my man pussy, son. And now it's yours," Steve bucked back
against the invading staff of the office stud boy.
	Jef looked down on jake. The boy barely had any hair left, just a
tuft around his cock and his hairy ass hollow, a forest of studly hairs
that couldn't protect his manly, hot ass from submitting to the pleasures
of male to male sex. But Jef loved hairy men. A hairy 18-year-old was much
more desirable than a twink, whether he be a college jock or a factory
working man, Jef liked hairy men. Men like Steve. Men.
	Jake wasn't a man any more, or just barely. When the hair grew
back, Jef would want him more, but the shaved, smooth look was barely
bringing his dick to rise.
	Steve didn't care. His fantasy was cumming true as the young buck
started fucking Steve's ass with abandon. Steve had finally relented his
physical control after jake had deep dicked Steve for about 30 minutes.
	Steve's face was coated with Jef's precum, a feat accomplished by
Jef's focus on Steve's hirsute skin.
	Jake was now covered in a fine sheet of sweat, with beads just
beginning to role down his smooth, glowing skin as the stud boy convulsed
in orgasm, filling Steve's daddy ass with hot, boy cum. Jake almost cried
as the sensation of Steve's ever-tightening hole, his anal control amazing,
milking more cum from jake's hole, inner muscles massaging the tip of
jake's cock, pushing him over the edge.
	Jef released the boy's nips, jake falling backward on his own
floor, a bottom man controlling his topping ways and letting him fall to
the floor, used for what he needed and not needing him to cum.
	Steve lunged up and starting unexpected sucking Jef's pecker, the
move taking Jef off-guard as Steve became bolder.
	Steve jerked his own fuck stick, feeling jake's cum ooze from his
hole.
	"Eat yer cum from my crap hole, son," Steve commanded.
	Jake crawled back up to the bed, remaining on his knees, his tongue
even with Steve's hole. The boy watched his cum ooze from Steve's hairy
hole, the thick cream flowing through the hairs like a sieve separating the
cream from milk.
	Jake began lapping at the daddy hole, sucking the cum out of
Steve's ass and feeling the man tense.
	Steve actually bit into Jef's dick, making Jef smack Steve's face
hard as jet of man juice hit Jef's chest and abs.
	Steve's left hand jacked the cock while his right hand tightened
its new grip on jake's head and held his son closer to his dad hole.
	The lapping tongue greedily gobbled the goo from the dad gap.
	"You bite me like that again, and you'll wish you hadn't," Jef
growled, grabbing Steve by the shoulder.
	"Don't talk to daddy that way," jake shouted, cum dribbling off his
chin.
	"Shut the fuck up, you fag," Jef commanded, pointing at jake. "I'm
in command here."
	Steve ripped a loud, smelly fart in jake's face.
	Jef couldn't hold back. He tried, but he was destined to fail.
	The gas expulsion repelled jake from Steve's crotch, breaking the
mood, but Jef's laugher was more to blame. He couldn't stay mad at Steve
for that, but he couldn't not laugh either.
	Steve couldn't get mad either, joining the laughter while grabbing
jake by the hair and dragging him to the bathroom.
	Steve shoved jake in the shower while Jef had followed.
	Steve's strong hand pried the boy's mouth open and the tall man let
go a stream of strong piss as jake coughed, swallowed and spit, trying to
keep it out, but unable.
	The strong hands released jake's head, letting him fall to the
floor.
	"Thanks, Jef. I needed that more than I thought," Steve said,
squatting over jake and started to take a shit on the stud. "I never
dreamed of it like that, of controlling my son while he fucked me, and just
using him. It's what he needs."
	Cum and crap plopped onto jake, who lay there, not believing what
was happening. Yet, he just lay there.
	"I have a hot stud for a son, but he's a sorry excuse for a fag,"
Steve said, standing, then squatting back over jake's face, and rubbing his
ass in his hair.
	Steve turned on the shower and started showering.
	Jef wasn't sure what to do. Steve had gone from a shy guy to a
commanding presence, a fact punctuated by his physical height. Steve had
really used jake, like no other man, then tossed him aside, using him as
toilet paper.
	"Dad?" jake asked quizzically, looking up, unsure what to say, or
do.
	"What son? Dad's busy cleaning up," Steve responded dismissively,
not even looking in jake's direction.
	"I thought you wanted my dick every day," jake sputtered as fecal
matter washed into his eyes by the hot spray of water.
	"I do, but you'll need more training, and I don't want an
inexperienced dick up my ass," Steve said. "We'll find you a suitable hole
for training, then when you know how to fuck..." at this point, Steve
actually looked at jake, covered in cum, crouching on the shower floor,
looking up with pleas in his eyes, "...you can have daddy's ass."
	Steve shut off the shower, done, leaving jake a mess, and Jef
stunned.
	The tall, hairy office guy toweled off, dressed and left without a
word.
	Jef wasn't too interested in jake anymore without all his hair.
	He looked at the sad excuse of a man in the shower.
	"jake, shave off all your hair, head to toe, expect your ass
crack," Jef commanded. "You have 15 minutes. Then we're going into the
office."
	"It's closed," jake said, coolly.
	"Yes, I know," Jef knowingly said. "And you'll have to wait until
we get there to find out why."

	To be concluded...

	um, not sure when the conclusion will be posted. This was a "for
pay" piece, and the last chapter still has a bit of time before I can post
it as agreed.

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