Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 09:05:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jasper Cooper <jax.cooper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Downfall of Nate Ramsey - chapter 14

                     THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY

Disclaimer:
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This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy; no part of it is based in fact,
and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or
dead. This serialized story chronicles the sexual slavery of an 18-year-old
high school basketball player. If you are underage, averse to
homosexuality, and/or unable to distinguish between fact and fiction,
please do not read any further.

In no way do I endorse the unsafe sexual practices featured in this
story. Always behave responsibly and use a condom (and common sense). If
you believe you have been exposed to any risky sexual behaviour, please
consult a sexual health professional.


                        Dedicated to Jimmy D.



                             Chapter 14
                           ---------------
                           Double Jeopardy


At first, it appeared that Nate's wish for a less trying day had been
granted. It was certainly no walk in the park, but the first half of
Wednesday passed without serious incident.

Of course, he had not escaped the taunts and sneers that had become an
all-too-common feature when he walked into school wearing yet another
ridiculously revealing outfit of Troy's choice. The cut-off denim shorts
("jorts", as Troy called them) were so short that they didn't even cover
half of his muscular thighs. What little they did cover, they covered like
a second skin - wedged deeply in his butt-crack and emphasizing the
pronounced curve of his ass as well as the contours of his package. The
jorts did have one advantage: they frustrated any attempts to depants him,
which was just as well since all he had on underneath them was the tiny,
black mesh thong that concealed absolutely nothing!

In contrast, the sleeveless top he'd been ordered to wear was
loose-fitting, with huge armholes that guaranteed a peek at one or both of
his nipples at all times. Indeed, some of his fellow students had a bet
going to see how many times he would flash his nipple ring. Between his
clothes and his bow-legged gait (due to the brutal ass-fucking of the night
before), Nate was in no doubt that his peers regarded him as a walking joke
- not that he could blame them. Having endured his first double-penetration
and fisting in quick succession, Nate had come to regard his public
humiliation and ridicule as simple, everyday ordeals.

Even Drew's summons for a lunchtime rendezvous in the supply closet
opposite Chemistry Lab 1 felt like part of his daily routine. By now Nate
was so intimately familiar with Drew's preferences that the blond geek
didn't even need to tell him what to do. He just lay back on a chair, legs
widely spread, and snapped his fingers. Nate immediately fell to his knees
and shoved his face in Drew's ass. He spent nearly half an hour eating him
out (to Drew's very vocal appreciation) and followed that by sucking him
off to a seemingly endless ejaculation. Nate must have downed a quart of
thick, gooey cum before Drew's cock stopped spurting.

Drew sighed with satisfaction as he popped his sticky cock back into Nate's
mouth to be licked clean. "Meet me in the woods after basketball
practice. We'll pick up where we left off," he told the slave.

Nate didn't even blink. After all, what was an outdoor fuck to a boy who
had already been through so much?

Another of his masters availed himself of Nate's oral talents in the boys'
restroom before basketball practice.

"How does it feel being down there, slave-boy?" taunted Ethan as he
viciously face-fucked Nate. Having the former alpha-male stud at his mercy
fed the teen's ego.

With a mouthful of cock, Nate was in no position to reply, but he didn't
have to. His downcast face spoke volumes.

Ethan left him naked and covered in cum, scrambling to clean up before
anyone else walked into the restroom.

Basketball practice went about as well as it could have. It was the final
practice session before the championship game on Friday so Coach Reilly
issued several of his customary instructions (the boys were so used to
these that they mimed his words behind his back). One of the coach's
suggestions was to abstain from sex before the big game lest it sapped
their energy. Nate cynically suspected that abstinence was not on the cards
for him if his masters had anything to say about it! The dull ache in his
abused asshole was a constant reminder.

He managed to escape the post-practice showers unscathed, perhaps because
his teammates were preoccupied by talk of the upcoming game. He drove into
the parking lot at the edge of the woods just after Drew. The blond boy led
the way into the woods, initially following the jogging trail but then
deviating from it. This was of some relief to Nate, because it made it less
likely that any joggers would chance upon them.

However, he was in store for a new blow when they arrived at their
destination. Nate knew the rocky bend of the river to which Drew had
brought him very well. It had been a favorite hang-out of his best friend,
T.J. Powell. In fact, it was where they'd said their final goodbyes before
T.J. moved away from Mount Pleasant. T.J. had longed for one last swim in
the river. More precisely, he had wanted to fulfill his long-held desire of
skinny-dipping, something which the inhibited Nate had always
resisted. Nate wasn't about to get naked, especially not outdoors. He had
kept on his boxers, although T.J. had no qualms about shucking all his
clothes and jumping into the water naked as the day he was born.

Nate had wished then that he was more like T.J., and he wished the same
now. T.J. would never have gotten into his predicament. He would've just
laughed and voluntarily performed the naked forfeit if he'd lost the
basketball match which had started this whole nightmare. The team would
never have turned against him and made him their sex slave. For one thing,
everybody had liked T.J., and even if that hadn't been enough to prevent
them from turning hostile, he would have fought back. He wouldn't have let
things escalate to the stage where he had no choice but to go along with
every single thing they threw at him, no matter how disgusting. And he
certainly wouldn't have allowed this place, which was so special to them,
be defiled by whatever homosexual depravity Drew had dreamt up.

"Earth to Nate," hollered Drew. "Did you hear what I said?"

Nate shook his head.

"Jeez," griped Drew, "I said strip." He began pulling off his own clothes.

Nate averted his eyes out of force of habit and didn't make any move to
disrobe. "Can we, um ... can we do this somewhere else?" he ventured.

"Why, what's wrong with this place?" asked Drew. He was down to his boxers
already.

"It's just ... it's too close to the jogging trail," lied Nate. He wasn't
about to admit the real reason to Drew. It sounded so gay even in his head.

Drew was puzzled. "Someone would have to stray very far from the trail to
stumble across us." His eyes narrowed. "You're not trying to stall, are
you? Don't think you can talk me out of this. I've always wanted to do it
outside, and this seems as good a spot as any to me. So get those clothes
off, slave!" He whipped off his own boxers as he spoke.

It occurred to Nate that Drew was a lot more confident than the scrawny
geek whom he had always taunted for lacking sexual experience with
girls. Was it because Drew had gained plenty of that in the last couple of
weeks, albeit not with any girls? Nate groaned at the irony. Drew was about
to add outdoor sex to the litany of sex acts he had enjoyed at Nate's
expense - including those which no self-respecting girl would have been
willing to perform!

Of course, Nate had to concede that he had little self-respect left by this
point. It had started with him taking a banana up his butt and now he was
taking a man's fist. His once virginally tight orifice had been converted
into an agonizingly stretched cavern. Were there any boundaries left to be
broken? Nate didn't want to find out. Last night he had the learned the
steep price of defiance - and it was not something he ever wanted to
repeat. It was in his best interest to obey his masters unquestioningly.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, followed
immediately by his shorts and thong. Within seconds he was as naked as
Drew. The nerdy teen gestured towards a large, smooth, flat rock by the
riverbank. Nate suppressed a whimper as he recognized it as the very one on
which he and T.J. used to sun themselves after a swim. If he didn't already
believe that Fate had it in for him, this was proof positive.

He laid back on the rock as instructed, arms folded behind his head and
legs wide apart. Drew crouched down to look at Nate's exposed asshole and
let out a low whistle.

"Jesus! What did Troy do to you last night?"

Nate winced. His hole looked and felt a lot better than it had immediately
after the fisting, but he guessed it was still noticeably swollen and
stretched. Drew apparently didn't know the extent of last night's
activities which had left it such a wreck - either Troy hadn't uploaded the
photos to the website yet, or Drew hadn't logged in to it since he
had. Nate thought it prudent to withhold the details from Drew, in case the
sexually adventurous teen got it into his head to reenact his fist-fucking!

"He got this new dildo for me ... it's huge," mumbled Nate.

"I bet! It must be as thick as my arm," exclaimed Drew. "I hope he hasn't
loosened you up too much, or it won't be much fun for the rest of
us. Right, get me ready while I do you."

Nate obediently enveloped Drew's cock in his mouth while Drew lubricated
his finger and inserted it into Nate's battered hole. Even the solitary
finger seemed to set his poor ass ablaze, but the agony gradually subsided
as Drew gently added more fingers to the distended orifice. It was now
markedly easier to slip in four, which Drew lost no time in commenting
about. Nate thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't decided to experiment by
slipping in his thumb as well, like Zack had!

"And you're already hard, too," noted Drew, increasing Nate's shame
tenfold.

Drew himself was sporting a boner thanks to Nate's ministrations, and he
promptly sheathed it in a condom to plow Nate.

"You'd better keep your squealing to a minimum," Drew warned Nate before
skewering him in a single thrust. The prone stud could only grit his teeth
and bear it in the hope that Drew would not fuck him to a humiliating
orgasm.

The blond teen was pile-driving into Nate, pulling his cock out until only
the tip remained inside and then slamming all the way back in. It wasn't
very comfy for Nate, perched as he was on a rock, but his stiff dick was
leaking pre-cum onto his abs while his nipples were erect from the slight
chill in the evening breeze. He had no doubt that the images captured by
Drew's hand-held camera would imply the complete opposite of what he was
actually feeling at that moment.

For a while, the only sounds which could be heard over the running water
were the boys' stifled grunts and the slapping of Drew's balls against
Nate's butt. Then suddenly Drew froze, his dick buried deep inside Nate.

"Did you hear that?" he asked Nate.

Nate listened with great trepidation. The sound of two voices came from the
nearby woods. Horrified, he locked eyes with Drew.

"Grab your clothes," hissed the other boy, hastily extracting his dick from
Nate's ass. They scrambled to gather their garments but there was no time
to get dressed. Drew dragged Nate behind the large rock on which they had
been fucking just as two young people stepped out of the tree cover and on
to the riverbank.

"You weren't kidding about this place. It's beautiful," said the girl.

"I told you, didn't I?" replied her male companion.

"Mmm, it's perfect." There was the sound of kissing.

Nate nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt something prodding his
butt. He glanced at Drew, who was teasing Nate's hole with his big toe!

"Stop it!" he whispered urgently, hoping the flowing river would obscure
his voice.

Drew just smirked at him and pointed from Nate's mouth to his own
dick. Nate stared at him disbelievingly. Surely he didn't expect Nate to
give him another blowjob with two oblivious bystanders standing right on
the other side of the rock they were hiding behind!

It seemed that was exactly what Drew expected. Growing impatient with
Nate's reticence, he grabbed Nate's head and forced it down towards his
crotch. "Suck!" he whispered.

Nate knew how bad it would look if he was caught cock-sucking, but Drew was
insistent. He decided that the greater risk to him came from the blond teen
than from the couple. If Drew reported Nate's refusal to Troy, Troy would
probably turn up with that baseball bat to teach Nate the lesson he never
got around to the previous night. So he quietly took Drew's dick into his
mouth and started to suck.

"Can we swim in the river?" asked the girl.

"In the summer, but not now," said her boyfriend. "The water's still pretty
cold."

Nate knew this firsthand because it was lapping at his feet. Drew was
holding him by his hair while he tried to slip his toe into Nate's
butt. Being toe-fucked was nowhere as strenuous as a fisting, but it
managed to be a lot more demeaning. Nate fervently prayed that he would not
be discovered in this compromising position.

"What's this?" asked the girl suddenly. "Ew, it's a thong!"

An alarmed Nate realized that he must have dropped the offending underwear
in his haste.

The boy poked at the thong with his shoe and chuckled. "It's see-through
too! Must have been a real slut who left it behind."

Behind the rock, Nate turned crimson but Drew wouldn't let him stop
sucking. He kept ramming his toe into Nate's hole, and it took all of
Nate's willpower not to cry out.

"You sure it's not from one of your ex-girlfriends?" the girl asked
suspiciously.

"I told you babe, I only discovered this spot last weekend. And I don't
think it's a girl who left this behind either ..."

"Huh?"

"Look at the label. It's a MAN'S thong!"

The girl squealed in disgust. "What kind of man wears a thong like that?"

"Must be a fag," sneered the boy.

"Ugh! Let's get out of here; this place gives me the creeps."

"A minute ago you said it was beautiful!"

"That was before I learned it's probably a hangout for queers," snapped the
girl. "Come on; let's go before we run into any!"

"You're right. I don't want to see sickos spoiling this spot. Why can't
they keep their queer stuff to their bedrooms where normal people don't
have to see it?"

The couple's voices faded away as they returned to the woods.

"Thank God!" panted Drew. "I thought they were never going to leave!"

Nate spat out Drew's cock. "It didn't seem like you were scared!"

Drew shrugged. "I wasn't. I actually found it kinda horny to have an
audience. It's not like I was the one with a cock in my mouth or having my
ass toe-fucked!"

Nate couldn't dispute that logic.

"No," Drew went on. "I wanted them to leave so I could get back to drilling
your ass. That blowjob you gave me was pitiful," he complained.

Nate had to bite back a retort. How was he expected to suck cock properly
when he was close to pissing himself out of fear?

Without further ado, they resumed fucking on top of the rock. Drew hadn't
been lying when he'd said their brush with danger had made him horny - it
only took a few minutes of thrusting before he bellowed that he was
cumming.

Nate felt the cock in his ass pulsate as Drew fired load after load of hot
spunk. The blond boy really could cum buckets. The condom which he later
emptied onto Nate's face was filled to overflowing. Nate spent a good
amount of time mopping up the mess with his fingers and licking them
clean. All of this was of course captured on the camera for posterity.

If Nate thought his work was done for the evening, he was sadly
mistaken. Drew demanded that Nate give him a full-body tongue-bath, which
he claimed was only fair since Nate was responsible for his sweaty
state. Needless to say, Nate didn't think it fair at all, but he wasn't
asked for his opinion.

He spent the next half-hour licking Drew from top to toe, although most of
that time was concentrated on Drew's armpits and ass-crack. Not
coincidentally, these were the areas which Nate found most repulsive. If
you want to debase a straight boy, there's no better way than to make him
suck the sweat from another guy's pit hair and tongue his musky butthole.

His face was buried in Drew's sweaty taint, slurping on his ass juices,
when the blond teen blew his third wad of the day. Most of his spunk landed
on Nate's hair and dripped down onto his face.

Nate almost jumped out of his skin when a male voice from the wooded fringe
said, "Well, isn't that a pretty picture?"

It was Troy, and he was shaking with laughter. "You should have seen your
face!"

Nate didn't find it remotely amusing, but Drew joined in the laughter.

"You should've seen him earlier, when a couple almost caught him getting
fucked. They found his thong and said it must belong to a real slut."

"Well, they were spot on," agreed Troy. "Just see the state of him!" Nate's
handsome face was sticky with sweat, cum and ass juices. "You can't go to
see Spencer looking like a two-dollar whore."

This was news to Nate. "I'm supposed to see Spencer tonight?"

"Duh! Remember you told him yesterday how you couldn't last two days
without making love to him?"

"I'm sure he's raring to go," remarked Drew. "He's been hard whenever I
fuck him, but hasn't cum at all. I guess it's only Spencer's horse-cock
that really hits the spot for him!"

That wasn't strictly true, but Nate had no desire to debate the truth in
his present circumstances. Confessing that Wes, Troy and Zack had also been
able to fuck (or fist!) the cum out of him would be a significant blow to
his already-fragile sense of manhood.

"Wash your face in the river," Troy commanded Nate. "Can't do much about
how sweaty you are, but maybe your boyfriend will find it sexy."

He turned to Drew. "Thanks for letting me take him off your hands tonight,
Drew."

"No prob. I'm fresh out of cum for today anyway. I'll save myself for the
weekend, when we should have something to celebrate." Drew winked at
Nate. "You know, it's been great having a slut at our disposal. Nate was
right when he used to say that I was missing out!"

Nate's masters added to his misery by chortling over his involuntary help
in broadening Drew's sexual horizons.

"Well, Zarowsky might as well enjoy the whore while he can; I don't know
how much longer Nate's hole can keep up with all the use it gets," added
Drew.

"Oh, Z is going to have an amazing time," Troy assured him. "And Nate's
loose hole is just going to help fulfill his wildest fantasy tonight."

Nate felt his asshole clench at the mere mention of Spencer's wildest
fantasy.

Drew parted company with them at the parking lot, while Troy stayed behind
to explain what Nate would be doing for the rest of the evening.

"You're going to have to utilize your time well tonight. Your boyfriend
won't be the only stop."

"He won't?"

"Oh no, you still owe me for last night, remember?"

Nate gulped. Troy obviously didn't regard Nate's fisting as an adequate
penalty for his violent flare-up the previous night.

"But first things first: What explanation did you give lover-boy for your
drama-queen antics last night?"

"I sent him a text, said that I was sorry for over-reacting and that I knew
Brody wouldn't out me."

"Hmph, that'll do I guess. Okay, now give him a ring and tell him to meet
you at the Collinswood motel on Goode, pronto."

"A motel?" questioned Nate.

"Well, unless you'd rather he fuck you in his dorm room for Brody to walk
in on you again?"

"No, no, a motel's good, but I don't know how I'm going to pay for it?"

"With the cash you earned from your strip-shows, you dolt."

"And what if he starts asking questions?"

"Then you shut him up with proving how much you love him.

"By letting him double-stuff me?"

"Well, that's part of it, but you need to go further."

Nate's heart sank and he started to tremble. "You want him to fist-fuck
me?"

"No ... although now that you mention it, we might want to try that
someday, when you're ready for Spencer's fists, which if memory serves are
a lot bigger than Zack's."

A shiver ran down Nate's spine at the thought of Spencer cramming an
enormous fist up his poor butt.

Ignoring his shudder, Troy went on. "But today I want you to do something
different. I want you to give yourself to him completely."

Nate couldn't fathom how he could `give himself' to Spencer any more than
he already had. "How do I do that?"

"How else, stupid? You're going to let him fuck you raw."

"Raw...?"

"Bareback, baby. Without condoms."

Nate didn't manage to control his outburst in time. "Are you trying to
fucking kill me?"

Troy rolled his eyes. "So fucking predictable! Just when I think you can't
get any more offensive ... Listen up, fuckwad. AIDS is not a gay disease,
no matter what bible-thumpers claim. We didn't get it from fornicating with
apes. And frankly, I'd say Spencer's the one at risk. You're the Manwhore
of McKinley High. Who knows what sort of STDs you picked up from your
endless line of sluts?

"I always use a condom!" Nate defended himself. He wasn't foolish enough to
fuck a girl bareback in dread of getting her pregnant. How would he ever
explain that to his parents?

"And you think Spencer doesn't? Personally, I think you'll have your work
cut out trying to convince him to go bareback. But you WILL convince him,
if you know what's good for you."

"Oh God," implored Nate.

"Enough wailing," Troy snapped. "Make the call."

It took Nate almost a minute to compose himself before he dialed Spencer's
number.

"Hey, Spence?"

"Nate! I'm so glad to hear from you. I got your text, but I couldn't stop
worrying after the way you tore out of there last night."

"I know. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly. It was the shock."

"It's okay, babe. I understand; I truly do. But it did make me think. About
you, and this relationship, and our future together. I can't get you out of
my head, but at the same time I can't ignore the great big elephant in the
room."

"I know," Nate assured him hastily. "Tell you what, why don't you meet me
tonight and we can have that discussion."

"Really? Where do you want to meet? I can kick Brody out of our dorm room
if you want."

"No, that won't be necessary. I've booked us a room at the motel down in
Collinswood."

"You have?" The surprise was evident in Spencer's tone.

"Yup," confirmed Nate. "Do you know where that is?"

"Yeah I think so. On the Goode highway just before you enter the town,
right?"

"That's right. Can you come there straight away?"

"Um, yeah, sure. It shouldn't take me more than 20 minutes from campus."

They said their goodbyes and Nate terminated the call.

Troy was counting out some cash from his wallet. "You might as well go
ahead and book the motel room for two nights. There should be more than
enough cash after tonight's show."

"I've to do a show tonight?"

"Yeah, but not your usual striptease. This show is going to be a private
one with some additional, uh, acts. Claude called this morning to ask if
you'd be willing to go the extra mile and naturally I replied yes."

Nate didn't like the sound of that, but stayed silent.

"So make sure you leave Spencer and make your way to Claude's by 9pm. You
got everything you need? Dildo? Lube? Condoms - oh wait, you don't need
those. Ha, ha, ha."

Nate curled his hands into fists but didn't let them fly. He didn't want to
add to his `debt' with the vengeful gay teen before he even finished paying
for his most recent moment of folly.

Troy had a few more instructions for Nate before he sent him on his way to
Collinswood. From the woods, the drive took Nate little over 15 minutes.

The rather seedy motel on the outskirts of Collinswood was clearly
accustomed to dodgy guests and the receptionist didn't even ask for any ID
(which was fortunate since Nate had given him a fake name). Nate paid cash
for the first night and texted Spencer the room number.

He let himself into the room and looked around. It wasn't much but at least
it was clean and far from the reception, not that there was much chance of
Nate being recognized in Collinswood.

Spencer arrived barely a minute after him. "So this is supposed to be our
love nest?" he asked jokingly, glancing over the room.

"You could call it that," replied Nate shortly.

Spencer looked at him in concern. "You sound stressed."

Nate grinned weakly. "Oh no, it's not, well, it's not what you think. We've
got our big game on Friday."

"Oh, I know the perfect remedy for that," said Spencer. "Sit down and I'll
show you what my magic fingers can do."

For an awful instant, Nate imagined that Spencer meant to fist-fuck him,
but he swiftly realized the blond stud was in fact referring to a
massage. He grimaced; he really had fisting on the brain now! It was
fortunate that Spencer wasn't that depraved, because his fists were
definitely a lot bigger than Zack's. (Nate couldn't help checking them
out.)

Nate sat down on the edge of the bed, allowing Spencer to place his hands
on his shoulders and massage them.

"Jeez, you ARE stressed," observed Spencer. "I can feel the tension in your
muscles."

"Should I take my top off?" asked Nate.

"Er, better not. We're not likely to get any talking done if you do that."

That had been precisely Nate's intention. He suppressed his sigh. "Okay, so
what do you want to talk about?"

"Our close shave last night." As he spoke, Spencer's fingers found the knot
in Nate's back and deftly began teasing it out. Nate had to acknowledge
that Spencer wasn't bad as a masseur.

"Seeing you freak out like that because you thought Brody was going to out
you ..." Spencer shook his head sadly. "I know coming-out isn't in your
immediate future, Nate, and I respect that, but I kinda want more out of
our relationship. We can't always be sneaking around, hooking up in closets
and living in terror of being caught. It's not fair to you or to me."

"Are you... are you breaking up with me?" Nate's voice quavered. He was so
screwed if he had to break that news to Troy. How ridiculous was it that he
actually wanted to save his fake gay relationship?

"No," Spencer said quickly, "not if we can help it. I've told you this
before, Nate, but I don't want to force you into anything you're not
comfortable with. But I've done this whole secret relationship thing with
Marty, and that was hard enough. I just want us to have, you know, a normal
relationship."

Gay relationships were, by their very definition, far from normal, thought
Nate.

"Don't get me wrong, Nate. Making love to you is incredible. Your body is
... insane. I can't believe an 18-year-old has a body like yours. Heck, I
can't believe anyone besides Photoshopped models can have a body like
yours.

"But our relationship can't be just about sex. I want us to go on romantic
dates to restaurants or the movies, hang out with friends, meet each
other's parents ..."

Nate had to concede that all sounded very normal. He himself found it a
chore to take girls out on dates and only ever did it as a prelude to
getting them into his bed. They tended to be a lot more willing to abandon
their inhibitions (and occasionally their boyfriends) when he chatted them
up over dinner and a movie.

"We could do some of that stuff," he ventured. "Maybe not meet the parents
... but we could come here to Collinswood more often, and maybe catch a
movie or dinner?"

"Really? You'd be up for that?" Spencer sounded so cloyingly hopeful, just
like one of the stupid girls Nate had fucked and dumped.

"Well, as long we don't hold hands or make out in public," Nate clarified
hastily. "No one needs to know that we're anything more than good friends,
right?"

"Oh." The disappointment was evident in Spencer's voice.

Nate put on his best puppy-dog eyes before turning to face him. "Please
understand, Spence. It's not that I want us to hide our relationship. I
want to be able to go public with our relationship. I want everyone to know
you're the man I love. I want to shout it in the streets."

Spencer looked into his eyes and must have believed the lies. He sighed,
"Oh, Nate", and hugged him tightly.

It took Nate a beat to respond, but he snuggled closer, burying his face in
Spencer's broad shoulder and breathing in his aftershave. He was perturbed
by how warm and safe he felt in those strong, manly arms. It was neither
normal nor right, but he'd be damned if it didn't feel good. In his head he
could hear Tripp laughing derisively at him, "Who's the fucking girl now?"

He caught sight of the radio clock over Spencer's shoulder. It was 7:17. He
didn't have much time if he wanted to make it back to Mount Pleasant by
9:00 for his private performance at Claude's club.

"I want to prove my love to you," he whispered in Spencer's ear. "I want
you to have me in every way."

Spencer reluctantly broke their embrace. "What do you mean?"

In response, Nate produced a dildo from his bag (thankfully, it was the
smaller of the two he now owned).  "I want to fulfill your deepest
fantasy."

Spencer's eyes widened. "You don't mean...?"

Nate nodded. "I want you to double-stuff me." He hoped Spencer couldn't
discern his trembling. The idea of being butt-fucked by Spencer's massive
cock at the same time as the dildo terrified him.

The effect it had on Spencer, however, could not have been more
different. Nate could sense Spencer's dick stirring to life.

"I can tell you like the idea," he said softly. He let his hand wander down
to Spencer's bulge and pawed it.

Spencer made a guttural sound but managed to rein in his libido. "No
clothes are coming off until we decide what we're doing for our first
date," he insisted.

Nate groaned. "How about a movie here in Collinswood on Saturday evening?"

Spencer smiled. "That sounds perfect. Rom-com?" He laughed at the look on
Nate's face. "Just kidding. We'll see what action flick is on, eh?"

Nate nodded. At least it wasn't suspicious for two male friends to watch an
action movie together, as opposed to a rom-com!

"Now let's put this motel room to good use. How'd you pay for it anyway?"

"From my earnings," answered Nate before he caught himself.

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you had a job."

Nate thought quickly. He could hardly confess that he made the money by
stripping at a gay club! "Um, it's not a job per se. My neighbors sometimes
pay me to mow their lawn or wash their cars. Stuff like that."

Spencer nuzzled his neck, seemingly untroubled by the stink of dried
sweat. "They must pay very well. Do you take your shirt off to mow their
lawn and wash their cars?"

"No, that's only for you," replied Nate.

Spencer stuck his tongue through the armhole of Nate's top to lick his
nipple, making the younger man shudder with uncontrolled ecstasy. "Mm, that
makes me feel greedy. Your crackin' bod should be shown off."

No need to worry about that, thought Nate bitterly, considering how his
body had more or less become a public exhibit!

"Spence, there's one more thing."

"Oh? What's that?" Spencer's hand was creeping under Nate's shirt and was
feeling up his abs and tweaking his erect nipples.

Nate threw his head back against Spencer's shoulder and breathed, "I don't
just want you to double-stuff me; I want you to do it raw."

Spencer's molestation of his body came to an abrupt halt. "Nate, that's not
something to be taken lightly."

"I know," Nate replied earnestly, "and I'm not taking it lightly. I want to
give myself to you totally."

"Nate, you don't have to prove anything to me. Sex with you is already out
of this world, even using condoms. They're there for your safety and mine."

"That's just it. We don't need condoms to be safe. It's just you and me,
and I know I'm clean."

"Babe, I don't doubt you since I'm the only man you've ever had sex with."
(Nate squirmed uncomfortably.) "And I've only done it with two other guys
before you, and bareback only with Marty because we were each other's
firsts. I was too young back then to fully understand the risks. I never
went bareback with Derek, which was just as well since he wasn't
faithful. Even though we'd always used condoms, I was crapping myself
waiting for my tests to come back negative. I don't want you to go through
the same thing."

"But you're not Marty or Derek," pointed out Nate. "I trust you
completely. I know you're not the kind of guy to practice unsafe sex with
strangers. I hope you can trust me that I'm not either." Nate couldn't help
feeling ashamed at his outrageous lies and attempt to guilt-trip Spencer
into bareback sex.

"I do trust you, Nate," Spencer assured him, kissing his nose. "But this is
a huge step. I don't want you to rush into something you'll regret
later. Maybe down the line ..."

"I'd never regret this," Nate interjected with as much confidence as he
could muster. "I've wanted to feel your raw cock inside me since the day
you took my virginity. I knew it was too soon to ask you back then, but
we're on firmer ground now. I don't want to miss the chance during my first
double-penetration."

"Nate ..." Spencer began sternly, but then he took a deep sniff of Nate's
hair and moaned. "God, you even exude sex. It's like oozing from your skin
and messing with my mind."

Nate suspected that Spencer's sense of smell had picked up on the residual
cum and sweat from his and Drew's fuck session in the woods that he'd not
managed to wash out completely.

"You don't need to use your mind, Spence," he cooed seductively. He grabbed
Spencer's growing bulge for emphasis. "This is what we both want, isn't it?
You need to breed my ass with your seed. Pump me full of your cum." His
face flushed as he recited the crap he'd been coached to by Troy. He was
sure the bastard would have a field day with this audio recording!

"Fuck," swore Spencer. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you like it," purred Nate, licking the side of Spencer's
face. "You know you like it. You WANT to fuck me raw and cream my insides
with your spunk."

Spencer chuckled. "You sound like a porn star. Your body drives me wild but
this ... I can't get over what an insatiable bottom you are! A macho,
muscly guy like you begging to be double-stuffed - I'm almost ready to bust
a nut just thinking about it!"

Nate was cringing inwardly, but managed to infuse his voice with apparent
zeal. "So you're gonna do it? You'll fuck me raw?"

Spencer growled, "Hell yeah!"

That was Nate's cue. He tore off his own clothes and helped Spencer out of
his. It was a familiar sight by now, but he still gulped a little when
Spencer's oversized appendage swung into view, freed from his briefs. Fully
erect, it seemed even longer than 10.5 inches. He had to remind himself
(shamefully) that he'd taken bigger.

He threw himself on top of Spencer, covering his swimmer's physique with
sloppy, noisy kisses (in deference to the recording device in his discarded
shorts). The blond hunk moaned as Nate nibbled on his nipples and licked
the precum from his mighty schlong. The sex talk had set him leaking
copious amounts of the clear, sticky fluid, and Nate used his tongue to
spread it across Spencer's furry balls and taint. It was Nate's turn to
have his senses assaulted by the aromas and flavors of male sex.

But the main item on the agenda was not forgotten. "Here," said Nate,
thrusting the dildo at Spencer. "You wanna get this ready?"

He'd expected Spencer to use the lube but instead the older boy
deep-throated the sex toy. Nate watched, mesmerized in spite of
himself. There was something strangely provocative about this masculine guy
swallowing a large silicone phallus like it was no big deal. Nate shook his
head as if to clear cobwebs. Cock-sucking faggots were supposed to be sick,
not sexy!

Spencer smirked as he saw Nate watching him. "You like that, huh? You want
the real deal?" He reached out and grasped Nate's dick.

Nate resisted the urge to take him up on the offer. It would have been
immensely satisfying to face-fuck Spencer, but he knew Troy would not be
pleased.

"I'd rather you stick it in here," he said instead, pointing between his
legs.

"You cut right to the chase, don't you?" Spencer remarked in amusement.

"I'm so fucking horny," whined Nate. There was a kernel of truth in that,
since Drew had already pounded him very close to orgasm - not that he would
ever admit it out loud. To Nate, hands-free orgasms as a result of being
fucked up the ass signaled something truly perverse about his sexual
desires that he was neither willing nor able to acknowledge.

"It's contagious," said Spencer. It took Nate a second to realize he was
referring to their mutual state of arousal, not homosexuality.

"Well, if it is, I think I've got your cure," he joked feebly. In fact, the
`cure' had already been proposed by Troy, who'd asserted that Spencer's
cock be lubed only with Nate's saliva. Thus the hapless jock had to kneel
and take the gargantuan tool into his mouth for a very wet blowjob. Spencer
shut his eyes and moaned with pleasure as Nate swallowed his cock right up
to the base, suppressing his gag reflex to the best of his ability.

He halted the blowjob once he sensed Spencer was getting close to
climax. "I want him to unload all his cum in your ass," Troy had
stressed. It was ironic that Nate had come to prefer a man cum in his mouth
rather than in his ass, but that was just how far he'd fallen!

He gave Spencer's dick one last lick before getting up from the floor and
straddling him. He could feel the spit-soaked cock pressing eagerly against
his asshole, while his own dick was mashed up against Spencer's abs,
matting their dusting of golden fur with his pre-cum. Spencer took the lead
by kissing him gently, which soon evolved slowly into a passionate mauling
of his lips. Meanwhile his hands drifted down to Nate's buttcheeks resting
on his hairy thighs, and he kneaded the firm mounds of muscle
forcefully. His fingers crept into the sweaty ass-crack and encountered a
surprisingly slick sphincter.

"You're already lubed," muttered Spencer.

"I've been practicing with my dildo," Nate offered by way of explanation.

"You just knew you'd talk me into this, didn't you?"

"Of course," was Nate's rather cocky retort.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, baby?"

"I was born ready," responded Nate. Born ready to be fucked bareback by
another man. Those words might as well have been the death knell of Nate's
masculinity.

"I was going to eat you out -"

"Just give it to me already!" groaned Nate, aware of the passing time. To
Spencer it sounded like rabid enthusiasm, and he gladly obliged. Nate
barely had time to switch on the camera he'd set up on the bedside table
before he was being fucked.

He gasped as Spencer worked his cock into his hole, an inch at a time,
until he had the entire length buried inside him.

"I'm inside you," Spencer stated the obvious. His voice was thick with
lust. "My bare cock, inside you. This is heaven."

Nate let out a whimper; it was more like hell to him. Why was it that,
every time he descended to a new low, he'd tell himself this was as low as
he'd ever go? Because his tormentors always seemed to find new ways to make
him sink even lower. Was it due to a sense of self-preservation, because
he'd go mad if he acknowledged the depths of depravity he might yet
experience? Or was he desperately trying to convince himself that he wasn't
secretly the faggot whore whom Troy had accused him of being?

"Wrap your legs around my waist," Spencer commanded, "and hold on to my
shoulders."

Nate did as he was told, and Spencer stood up with Nate clinging to
him. Nate hadn't fully appreciated how strong Spencer was until then. Nate
was no lightweight - all that muscle was heavy - but Spencer carried him
without breaking a sweat. His shoulders and thighs were honed from years of
competitive swimming, and were more than capable of supporting Nate's
weight.

He lifted Nate up by the butt and then let him slide back down, impaled on
his cock. Nate cried out.

"Does that hurt?" asked Spencer in concern. "We can stop -"

Nate shook his head frantically. "Just kiss the pain away."

Spencer readily Frenched him, slipping his tongue down his throat. Nate
reciprocated in kind. The kiss proved to be a successful
distraction. Spencer backed him up against the wall and began hammering his
ass.

Nate egged him on, in line with Troy's directions. "Oh yeah, fuck me
harder. Oooh! Yeah, bury that fucker in me. Faster! Harder! Aaah! Go
deeper! That's it! Pound my pussy! Oh fuck!"

His erection waved wildly in the air, spraying more pre-cum all over his
and Spencer's torsos. Nate hoped they were out of range of the camera on
the bedside table. He knew how disgraceful his current situation would look
on video. There he was, totally naked and erect, being carried like a girl,
making out with a muscular gay jock on whose condom-less cock he was
impaled at his own wretched urging.

Not that Spencer needed any encouragement. He hadn't been exaggerating when
he'd said he was in heaven. Nate's ass had suffered a lot of abuse, but his
anal muscles hadn't lost their grip. Spencer reveled in the moist, silky
warmth of Nate's ass. The experience of fucking Nate bareback defied
description; it was that good. In the throes of such carnal delight, even
the best of men succumb to their baser instincts. Spencer forgot all
restraint as he plowed Nate's poor ass with wild abandon, grunting each
time he rammed his unsheathed cock home.

By this time, Nate's moaning was almost continuous, if a little muffled due
to their near-constant liplock. Much to his dismay, he was experiencing
that unique mix of pain and pleasure which he'd only ever encountered
during sex with men. The two girls whom he'd talked into letting him fuck
their asses had both complained afterward that the sex act brought them
absolutely no pleasure, only agony. Nate pondered how homosexually warped
his mind must now be if he was able to find joy in being butt-fucked.

Particularly with this new sex position, which seemed to drive Spencer's
dong even deeper into his abused hole, if that was possible. Consequently,
his own dick was straining for release and he had resigned himself to the
humiliation of being the first to cum. He was thus mildly relieved when
Spencer outpaced him and spared him that indignity.

The blond stud roared, "I can't hold on much longer! I'm gonna cum!"

Woefully cognizant of what to look out for, Nate was able to pinpoint all
the signs of an impending orgasm. Without a condom, he felt the shape and
movement of Spencer's dick in his ass more acutely. The college boy was on
the precipice of blowing his load, and Nate was going all out to get him
to.

He squeezed his sphincter tight, clamping down on Spencer's dick, while
reeling off the demeaning spiel Troy had taught him.

 "Yeah, cum in my butt! Shoot your spunk inside me! Flood my guts with your
seed!"

It was all too much for Spencer, who threw back his head and screamed,
"FUUUUUUUCKKKK!" as he came deep inside Nate.

Rivers of hot, molten cum gushed down Nate's anal passage. Nate stifled his
sob of despair, realizing that he was now permanently marked as a queer
cum-dump. Up to that point, no man had ever `bred' his ass the same way a
man might breed a woman. And now even that final barricade of his
heterosexuality had been obliterated.

The force of his climax was so great that Spencer's knees buckled. He only
just managed to stagger over to the bed, with Nate still clinging to him,
impaled on his spurting cock, before collapsing in a sweaty heap on the
sheets.

It took him a minute to catch his breath. He lifted an arm and ran his hand
though the damp golden curls on his head. Nate quietly nuzzled in the
exposed armpit, trying to bottle up his emotions at his latest torrid
defilement.

"Oh wow," Spencer sighed finally. "That was un-fucking-believable. Was it
as incredible for you as it was for me?"

The truthful answer would have been that Nate had never felt so violated
and degraded. His ass was full of another man's seed - no, not `another
man', just `a man'. `Another man' implied that Nate was one as well, when
his right to call himself a man had definitively expired the moment he'd
let himself be bred like a woman.

"It was awesome," he croaked. "Heaven."

Spencer shifted uneasily on the bed, before reaching under his body to
reveal the neglected dildo. "Oh crap! We forgot about this."

Nate could have wept with anguished rage. How could he have forgotten that
he was supposed to be double-fucked with the dildo? He had just let himself
get fucked bareback and had nothing to show for it! Troy wasn't going to
accept anything less than a double-penetration.

"It's okay, we can save it for another time," Spencer said
reassuringly. "We've already had the most amazing, amazing sex."

"No! We've got to do it tonight." Nate saw Spencer's raised eyebrow and
realized he must have come off as overly desperate.

"I've not cum yet," he amended, "and I'd like to with you inside me." He
blushed as he spoke the mortifying words; fortunately Spencer took it for
adorable bashfulness.

"Oh man, I've been so selfish," he said apologetically. "I didn't even
realize you hadn't cum. You normally do when I'm fucking you."

Of course, that remark did nothing to alleviate Nate's humiliation.

"Don't worry; we can make it up easily enough." Nate craned his neck,
supposedly to kiss Spencer, but really to check the time on the bedside
clock. It was already 7:54. "Let's get down to it?"

Spencer glanced downwards at their intertwined legs. His dick, although now
flaccid, was still buried in Nate's juicy ass. "I guess we're already
halfway there ..." he mused.

Nate pumped his fist excitedly, making Spencer smile. He was just too
cute. Who would have thought a stud like him would be this keen on having
his butt stuffed by two cocks?

"Shall I do the honors this time?" asked Nate, taking the dildo from
him. He was only offering because of the time crunch. He engulfed the dildo
in his mouth, once more grateful that it wasn't the foot-long vibrator
which he had so much difficulty getting down his throat. He felt Spencer's
dick stiffen as he watched Nate deep-throat the dildo. Spencer
absentmindedly let his hands wander over Nate's body, playing with his
erect nipples, rubbing his rock-hard abs, and stroking his stiff cock.

"I probably need to prep you for the second one, huh?" He ran a fingernail
down Nate's ass-crack and encircled his already-occupied hole.

Nate reflected bitterly that he was plenty prepared for double penetration,
but he still let out a gasp when Spencer's finger sunk into his hole
alongside his cock.

Spencer gazed at him anxiously, his green eyes full of concern. "Nate, I
don't want to hurt you. If you're not comfortable with this, you just have
to say the word and we needn't do this at all."

Nate shook his head. "No, no. I'm fine. Just give me a moment to adjust,
and then slip in another finger. I WANT this," he emphasized.

"Only if you're absolutely sure ..."

Nate ground his ass down on Spencer's finger and cock, to show that he was
in earnest. Bolstered by Nate's ostensible desire, Spencer gently added a
second finger to the stretched orifice. By the time the third finger was
added, Nate felt like his limits of anal endurance had been thoroughly
tested. He'd assumed that being double-penetrated would be easier the
second time around, but that was not the case. He still felt like he was
being split in two.

In a twisted way he was actually thankful for the dildo in his mouth, for
it kept him from crying out at the pain. His cock, however, remained
shamefully rigid, which didn't go unnoticed by Spencer.

"Damn, babe, you're really getting off on this. I'd always feared that DPs
were hot only for the tops, but clearly not!"

"It's as much my fantasy as it is yours," bluffed Nate. He handed the
spit-soaked dildo to Spencer. "I'm ready for the real deal now."

Spencer exhaled deeply. "I can't believe I'm about to double-stuff you. You
don't know how exciting this is for me."

Nate had a pretty good idea. Spencer's cock was twitching inside Nate, and
felt like it was ready to burst out the other end.

Spencer withdrew his fingers from Nate's hole, but the respite for the
beleaguered stud only lasted briefly before Spencer positioned the dildo at
his rear. There he wavered, visibly apprehensive whether Nate's little
asshole, already straining to accommodate his dick, could really take
another at the same time.

"I can take it," assured Nate (from past experience, although he obviously
didn't reveal that). "Just slide it in."

Spencer kissed him deeply. "Here it comes, babe."

Nate prepared himself for a punishing fuck as the tip of the dildo breached
his stuffed sphincter, stretching it almost unbearably. His eyes rolled
back in his head, which made Spencer pause. Nate knew then that he'd have
to be more proactive in his own violation. It was times like these that he
really wished Spencer wouldn't act so caring. It'd be so much easier to
hate Spencer for putting him in this position because of his sick fantasies
if he didn't pretend to give a damn about Nate's wellbeing.

Grabbing Spencer's hand, Nate guided him in slipping the dildo further up
his own ass. Inch by excruciating inch, the dildo disappeared until it was
completely buried alongside Spencer's dick in Nate's delicious bubble butt.

"Oh, babe," moaned Spencer. He was so incredibly turned on by the tight
squeeze and steamy heat of Nate's double-stuffed, cum-logged ass. He nearly
blew his wad right then and there.

Poor Nate, on the other hand, was sweating profusely and could barely
control his whimpering. Even his well-muscled butt couldn't protect him
from the intense agony of double penetration. He had to ball his hands into
fists to prevent himself from clawing Spencer's back. The cruelty of his
catch-22 was that he didn't even have the relief of lamenting his miserable
fate. Instead he had to encourage his tormentor to destroy his ass further.

"Give it to me, Spence" he groaned. He yearned for Spencer to make out with
him while they fucked. As irretrievably gay as that wish was, it was the
one thing that had proven effective to distract him from the pain.

Almost as if he could read his thoughts, Spencer gathered up the sweaty
teenager in his arms and gave him a passionate smooch.

"You are such a champ," he told him. He pulled out just a couple of inches,
and then shoved it back in. Nate squealed and arched his back.

"Do that again," he panted eagerly, before Spencer could worry.

Spencer obliged, pulling four inches out this time before slamming back
in. The wet, squishy sound this made was a crushing reminder to Nate that
his insides were drenched in Spencer's seed. He moaned, partly from the
pain, partly from the shame, and buried his face in Spencer's shoulder. He
didn't trust himself to mask his true emotions.

"Fuck me," he gasped in Spencer's ear. "I want you to fuck the cum right
out of me."

And really, what hot-blooded, young American male would turn down a request
like that?

Spencer began to long-dick him. If last night had felt like a battering ram
was being taken to his ass, this felt like a freaking sledge-hammer. Nate
tried not to scream. Although Spencer was more conscious of Nate's comfort
than either Zack or Troy had been, Nate's hole was still being brutally
overextended and having 10.5 inches of hard cock rammed into it was really
taking its toll. The 18-year-old privately wondered how much more of this
torture his butt could possibly handle. Surely this was not going to become
a daily occurrence?

"Ungh!" he grunted as Spencer thrust unexpectedly hard into him.

"How close are you, babe?" asked Spencer. "Because I've been ready to blow
since we started."

Nate's erection had wilted upon the double penetration but revived once his
hole adjusted to the painful stretching. Spencer's repeated jabbing of his
prostate guaranteed a full-fledged boner.

"I'm really close," admitted Nate. "Just a bit - ahhhhh!"

Spencer had reached out to stroke his slick cock and hit the jackpot. Nate
threw his head back as his balls churned with their pent-up load. He hadn't
cum yet that day despite having his prostate stimulated on multiple
occasions and now, predictably, his cock erupted. A geyser of semen was
propelled nearly two feet into the air before raining down on both their
bodies. It went everywhere, even into Nate's mouth, which he hadn't even
realized was open until he tasted his own spunk.

"Wow," breathed Spencer, amazed by the shower of cum. Double-stuffing Nate
raw was a fantasy come to life for him, but his ultimate joy was witnessing
Nate's spectacular orgasm at the apex of their lovemaking. His misgivings
about bareback sex and double penetration seemed trivial when he gazed upon
Nate's gorgeous face, spattered with his own seed. He wanted to make this
beautiful boy happy, and he thought it very lucky indeed that the
requirements for Nate's happiness coincided with his own.

"Come on ... I need you to cum too," whispered Nate. He was actually more
concerned about the time, but he needn't have worried. The visual of Nate's
climax had heightened Spencer's arousal to the point of no return. He
clutched the sperm-and-sweat-soaked teen as his dick blasted its second
load of the day deep into Nate's bowels.

"Christ," muttered Spencer as he came down from his orgasmic high. "You
were magnificent," he told Nate affectionately. "Totally, absolutely,
perfectly magnificent."

Nate had mixed feelings about the praise.

Afterwards, they lay entwined on the sodden sheets, trying to catch their
breath. Spencer had insisted on examining Nate's ass to ensure no damage
had been done. Miraculously, Nate was uninjured, although his hole was a
yawning chasm and very, very sore. He let out a whimper when Spencer
touched the swollen anal ring.

"Poor baby," said Spencer. "You've really strained yourself. Let me kiss it
better."

Nate didn't care that the rimming hadn't been sanctioned by Troy. Spencer's
wet, sloppy tongue was just what he needed to soothe his burning
ass. Surely not even the vindictive Troy could begrudge him this balm after
the torturous ordeal he'd been through.

Spencer was really getting into eating Nate's ass. Butterfly-light kisses
swiftly gave way to deep tonguing. Nate realized with a start that Spencer
was sucking his own cum out of his ass! Nate's face crinkled in
disgust. Imagine eating your own sperm out of another man's butt! Spencer,
of course, didn't think of it in the same way. He found the blend of his
spunk and Nate's ass juices particularly flavorsome when consumed directly
from Nate's luscious butt.

Believing (erroneously) that Nate would also appreciate this rare treat, he
didn't swallow all of it but instead crawled over to Nate to plant a
cum-filled kiss on him. Nate was powerless to resist so he accepted the
mouthful of sperm and ass juices, downing it as quickly as he could.

"I've got to go," he informed Spencer. "I promised my mom I'd be home by
9." He felt a tad guilty for using his clueless mother as a false excuse
but he couldn't very well admit that he needed to perform at a gay strip
club!

"You can't leave looking like that," countered Spencer. "You're a right
mess." He flicked out his tongue to lap at the sweat-and-cum mixture pooled
in the deep cleft between Nate's beefy pecs. "I like it, but I fear your
mom won't. You need a shower."

Nate didn't have to look down to confirm Spencer's observation. He was
absolutely filthy; there wasn't an inch of his body that wasn't saturated
with bodily fluids. He looked at the clock again. He would be cutting it
fine, but he could just about spare ten minutes for a hot shower.

He started to get up, but his knees wobbled and he would have fallen if
Spencer hadn't caught him. The double penetration had evidently taken more
out of him than he'd realized.

Spencer scooped him up into his arms. "Let's take that shower together."

Nate was too wiped out to protest. Spencer carried him into the bathroom
and turned on the shower. The warm, cascading water revitalized him, but
Spencer still insisted on helping him clean up. He lovingly lathered up
Nate's body and scrubbed him from head to toe. Nate remembered the shower
he'd shared with Wes on Monday night; he was beginning to understand the
appeal of having someone wash you.

He squirmed when the shower spray was directed into his gaping hole. After
a vigorous four-digit fingering, Nate was clean as a whistle, both inside
and out. Spencer pressed his body against Nate's back, his half-hard cock
nestling in the stud's crack.

"Now that you're clean, I just want to get you dirty all over again," he
sighed.

"And you thought I was desperate," whined Nate.

Spencer laughed. "You're just so darn irresistible." He snuggled closer,
his hands stroking Nate's nipples, and his cock slipped an inch into
Nate. "Maybe you can tell your mom that you're staying over at a friend's
..."

"I can't," replied Nate, faking regret. "I'd like nothing more than to do
you in the shower, but I promised Mom."

"Parents before boyfriends," noted Spencer ruefully. "I get it." He spun
Nate around so that they faced each other and could make out.

Nate let him explore his mouth with his tongue for a few moments before
breaking off the kiss. "I really have to go."

Spencer released him with great reluctance. "I will see you tomorrow
though, yeah?"

Nate nodded. He wished Spencer wouldn't look at him like that, all pathetic
and longing. It prickled his conscience unreasonably, since Nate was not
the villain but rather the victim in all this!

He flung his clothes onto his still-damp body, grabbed the camera and
dashed out to his car. He broke the speed limit driving back to Claude's
club in Mount Pleasant, but he made it in the nick of time.

Troy was waiting for him outside the club. He held out his hand
expectantly, and Nate handed him the recording devices.

"How was your first time bareback?"

Nate glared at him. "I had a man sodomize me without a condom and pump me
full of his seed. How do you think it was?"

Troy snorted. "Sodomize? Seriously? Does your mom make you read the Bible
at bedtime? I'm guessing from your bad attitude that you came while being
double-fucked raw. Still convinced that you're 100% hetero?"

Nate didn't respond, although his guilty expression gave the game away.

"You're hilarious, Nate," remarked Troy. "So desperate to cling on to your
alleged straightness, even when the truth's staring you right in the
face. One day you're gonna thank me for helping you confront who you really
are: a slutty gay bottom."

Without waiting for a response (not that the dumbfounded Nate could think
of one), he continued, "You'd better get in there and see what Claude
wants. He's expecting a proper show this time, not the tame stuff you do on
stage. I've told him that you're willing to use a dildo and jerk yourself
off."

Nate was horrified. "You want me to put on a sex show in the club?"

Troy rolled his eyes. "Of course not, you idiot. This will be a private
show, in a private venue. Claude's client specifically asked for Robin. I
understand there's really good money involved."

Liam's accusation of prostitution rang in Nate's ears.

"You're whoring me out!" he cried in outrage.

"Hey, if the shoe fits ..." Troy smirked. "Relax, bitch. You'll have your
Robin mask, and if you put a good show, the client won't remember anything
else. I've helped you out by picking out your biggest dildo. I'm sure that,
after your double-stuffing, it'll be a piece of cake and you'll get a big,
fat tip for fucking yourself with it."

Nate trembled. He was going to have to do this. Fuck himself silly with a
foot-long vibrator and then beat his meat in front of an unknown audience
with only the flimsiest of protections for his anonymity. For the umpteenth
time, he wondered how on earth he'd allowed himself to sink so low.

He headed into the club, like a condemned man to the gallows. His shame was
compounded when he found that Liam was performing. Luckily the blond hunk
did not see him peeping out from the back. After the accusation he'd
leveled at Nate the day before, Nate knew he could never justify doing such
a perverted sex show to Liam.

Liam wasn't alone on stage; he was accompanied by the openly gay stripper,
Harry, who had coached Nate on his very first night at the club. The duo
had presumably come on stage dressed as sailors, although at this point in
the show all they had on was the white sailor's cap and a skimpy white
thong emblazoned with a blue anchor in sequins.

Nate had never before seen a strip-show from this vantage point, and now he
watched open-mouthed as Liam and Harry groped each other under the pretense
of smearing baby oil onto the other's body. The scene was so sexually
charged, especially with the dripping oil turning the thongs
translucent. The appreciative audience was split between chanting "Off!
Off! Off!" and "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Finally the strippers satisfied both calls by whipping off their thongs and
locking lips. Liam was even more handsy than Harry, grabbing the latter's
buttcheeks as they made out. The crowd lapped it up, cheering almost
deafeningly.

Liam and Harry cupped their equipment in one hand and held the cap out in
the other to collect their tips, which would be bountiful if their punters
were as generous with their money as they were with their applause.

"Not a bad act, eh?"

Nate was embarrassed that Claude had caught him watching the performance.

"It was alright," he said defensively.

Claude smiled. "I've got to hand it to you, kid. You really kicked things
up a notch here. Liam and Harry have worked for me for a while now, but
they've never had such a reception until they ratcheted up the
homoeroticism. They learned that from you."

Nate could only grin feebly. This was really not something he had set out
to do!

"So, Troy told you what's expected tonight?"

Nate nodded.

"Fabulous. You've brought your dildo?"

Nate revealed the 12-inch vibrator. Claude's eyes nearly popped out of his
head.

"You can take that monster?"

Nate could have died of shame. "Yeah," he said, trying to be nonchalant.

Claude shook his head in wonder. "What is it with straight boys these days?
You guys are getting kinkier than us gays! Okay, so this client is very
particular about discretion. You won't see him and you won't speak of this
to anyone. Got that?"

That was a total no-brainer for Nate. He didn't want to reveal his part in
this depravity any more than the mysterious client did!

"He's also very particular about the show itself. He wants a slow
striptease out of your Robin costume. You're to oil yourself up, paying
special attention to erogenous zones: your nipples, cock, and ass. He
expects to see you bury at least three fingers in your hole. Suck on the
dildo to get it wet, and then use it on yourself while jerking off until
you cum. You'll finish by eating your own cum."

Perturbed that Nate's silence was indicative of hesitancy, Claude anxiously
asked him what he thought of the routine. "Not too much I hope? Troy did
say you were up for almost anything ..."

Nate wanted to beat the crap out of that bastard, but he had to be honest
with himself. None of the things Claude had mentioned were new to him. In
fact, they were all relatively easy when compared to the various torments
he'd suffered in the recent past - not that he wanted to disclose that to
Claude!

"Well, I suppose it's doable ..." he ventured, putting on a reluctant
facade.

"You'll be very well-compensated," persuaded Claude, evidently thinking
money was the stopper.

"How much are we talking, exactly?" asked Nate curiously. It was his turn
to appear bug-eyed when Claude revealed the amount.

"That much?!"

Claude confirmed it. "He may even leave you a tip on top of that if you do
a really good job."

Nate wondered who in Mount Pleasant would be willing to fork out that
amount of money for a gay sex show. Were people in this town really that
sex-deprived? Nate never had any trouble picking up chicks, and never had
to pay for it. Then again, he wasn't into the sort of sex that was frowned
upon by the God-fearing townsfolk. He could see why getting that might be a
lot more difficult. He almost felt sympathetic, until he remembered what
those unnatural desires meant for him.

"Okay," said Claude, "the client will be here any minute now. You'd better
run along upstairs and get changed into your Robin costume. I've laid it
out in the room where you'll be performing. Close the door; it won't open
from the inside but I'll let you out once the client is gone. When you hear
the music, start dancing."

Nate had assumed the floor above the club didn't belong to Claude, but
apparently at least part of it did. There was a narrow staircase he hadn't
noticed before which led to a pair of adjoining rooms on the upper
floor. The first room was softly lit, with five plush armchairs arranged in
a semicircle facing a wall of glass. This `window' didn't face outside, but
into the second, inner room. This was brightly lit and minimally furnished
with a slightly elevated platform and a stripper pole. A solitary chair had
been placed in front of the pole and it was on this chair that Nate found
his Robin outfit. He faced the glass wall and discovered it was actually a
one-way mirror. The people in the outer room could see in but he could not
see out.

The whole setup unnerved him, but it was not like he could do anything to
change it. Following instructions, he shut himself into the inner room and
heard a click as the door locked from the outside. He stripped out of his
clothes and donned the trademark mask and tights of the Boy Wonder.

The body-hugging spandex fit him like a glove, rendering every contour and
curve of his flawless physique as clear as day beneath the shiny
fabric. The rear cord of his thong cut deeply into his butt-crack,
aggravating his inflamed asshole. He'd given it a quick fingering with lots
of lube to ready himself for the massive dildo. He made sure the mask was
firmly fastened; he was determined to keep his identity a secret.

His preparations complete, he waited nervously for the client to arrive. He
didn't have a long wait.

Suddenly music blared into the room and a disco ball began to rotate. Nate
recognized his cue. He jumped up onto the platform and did his best to put
on a sexy dance, incorporating some of the moves he had picked up from Liam
and Harry downstairs.

Truthfully though, his proficiency in dancing was of little
significance. His body put on a fantastic show all on its own. Any
spectator would have been hard-pressed to tear his eyes away from Nate's
rippling abs and bouncing pecs, so exquisitely outlined by his tight
costume. His biceps bulged as he clambered on the pole, and his bubble butt
jutted out enticingly. And all this before even a single article of
clothing was shed!

The stuffy room was hot, and the situation was made worse by the powerful
spotlights and Nate's skintight outfit. The shower Nate had taken at the
Collinswood motel was soon undone as he built up a fine sheen of
perspiration.

Right on time, the music switched to `Sexy and I Know It'. Nate sexily
unzipped his top, exposing his sweaty, shaved torso. Usually this part of
the performance would raise a loud cheer but with his audience on the other
side of the (presumably soundproof) mirror, Nate didn't have an inkling of
the response to his striptease. He could only hope it was one of
satisfaction, or he might have to face a very annoyed Claude (and Troy!)
later.

Leaning back against the pole, he ran his hands up his chest, tweaking his
hard nipples and rubbing his washboard stomach. Twirling around, he flexed
his back muscles and slapped his well-toned glutes.

Teasingly he tugged down his tights to expose the top of his bright yellow
thong. Removing the prop gun from its holster, he squirted a load of baby
oil onto his chest. He tossed the gun aside and slipped out of his
leggings, leaving him in only the skimpy underwear. He sensually spread the
oil all over his torso, focusing largely on his sensitive nipples as per
the client's request.

His constant fingering of them had plumped up his cock and it couldn't have
escaped his audience's notice that Nate's pouch was bulging obscenely. The
fabric was already soaked through with oil, to the point where it offered
absolutely no modesty, but Nate was still keen to put off total nudity for
as long as likely. Baring his genitals to his unseen audience would herald
the next stage of his degradation.

However, he could not put it off forever; `Sexy and I Know It' was only
three minutes long after all. As the final refrain ended, he reluctantly
ripped off his thong, giving his audience an eyeful of his semi-erect cock
and low-hanging balls.

The next song was `Whistle', which set the tone for Nate's performance
since it was essentially an ode to blowjobs. He sprawled back on the chair
with his legs widely spread, deceptively casual about his full-frontal
nudity. He brandished the enormous dildo before deep-throating it. He
gagged a couple of times but got nearly all 12 inches down his throat.

Meanwhile his free hand wandered down to his crotch, stroking his dick and
fondling his crack. He winced when his fingers grazed his puffy anal ring,
but grimly soldiered on. By the end of the song, he had four fingers buried
in his overused hole and his dick was at full mast.

For the subsequent song, Nate lifted up his legs so that his hole would be
more visible to his audience. He lined the saliva-slick dildo up with his
sphincter and teased just the bulbous head past his ring. Even that shallow
penetration hurt. Inserting the textured, foot-long vibrator in its
entirety was going to be hell.

Gritting his teeth, he took the plunge. His mouth opened in a howl as he
drove 12 inches of hard silicone into his guts. He was immediately awash in
sweat, which made his oiled physique glisten even more. Nate might have
been getting paid handsomely for his effort, but he had never felt so akin
to a cheap whore. He had come this far, so he just kept going. Ignoring the
burning sensation in his butt, he thrust the dildo in and out of his hole
with increasing speed. He didn't let up stroking his cock either. A steady
stream of pre-cum dribbled down to wet his taint.

Since he'd already cum once in the last hour, he went through two tracks on
the playlist before he was ready to ejaculate again. It wasn't anywhere as
phenomenal as his earlier orgasm, but he was able to crank out enough spunk
to coat his abs. He dipped a finger in the puddle of cream and licked it,
repeating the process until his taut belly was clean.

The music stopped and the lights dimmed. The show was over. The door didn't
open, however, which Nate took as a sign that the client hadn't left
yet. He surveyed his sticky, sweaty body morosely; he would need another
shower before he could go home. He extricated the dildo from his aching
ass, and found himself wishing that Spencer was around to soothe it with
his talented tongue.

The door finally opened and Claude came in, beaming broadly.

"Well done, Nate! The client was thoroughly impressed. He'd not been
convinced that picture of you on the poster was authentic until he saw you
in action. Although I'm not so sure he believes me about you being
straight, after watching you take that huge dildo like a pro ... how long
is it? 11, 12 inches?"

Nate blushed. "12."

Claude whistled. "You must really like butt-play! Seriously, you were born
to do this, Nate. Your show was hotter than most of the gay porn out
there. And the client clearly agrees, because he's requested a repeat
performance."

Nate wasn't sure if he was more dismayed at the prospect of having to
reprise this humiliating show, or at the notion that providing pornographic
entertainment to gay men was his calling in life.

"Anyway, you probably want to check out what he's left you. I've already
taken my cut, so what's on the table is all yours. Enjoy - you certainly
deserve it!"

Claude practically skipped out of the room. Nate despondently followed him,
pausing in the outer room to collect his earnings. He did a double-take
when he saw the sheaf of crisp $50 notes. This was after deducting Claude's
share? Jesus! The client must be loaded. He looked around the room for any
traces of the mysterious patron.

The only thing he spotted was the cigar stub in the ashtray. He recognized
its distinctive aroma in the air. It reminded him vividly of the expensive
Cuban which he and Tripp had snuck into Tripp's father's study to smoke.
Tripp had claimed the Senator had them specially imported, but plainly they
were more common than he'd let on. Nate supposed that he shouldn't be
surprised Tripp had exaggerated, just like he'd overstated what good
friends they were before stabbing him in the back.

He cautiously trudged downstairs, hoping he wouldn't run into Liam.
Fortunately he didn't, and he was able to quickly rinse off the oil and
sweat in the communal shower before departing. Troy hadn't waited for him,
which was a blessing, although Nate suspected he would demand his earnings
first thing in the morning.

Another day of slavery over, Nate thought to himself as he drove home. Only
God knew how many more there were yet to come. Given the cruel turns his
enslavement had taken in recent days, he feared there was no end in sight.

In fact, the end was much, much closer than he imagined.


                           To be continued ...


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