Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 02:14:03 -0400
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: Getting a Life the 9th and final part

This is the usual nerdy disclaimer that is never read by most people who
are in too much of a hurry to get to the juicy bits.

OK so here we go. Welcome to fantasy island. From here on in everyone and
everything is fiction. None of the characters are based on anyone living or
dead. So don't bother Emailing me asking for their addresses.

This story contains explicitly detailed sexual act between males, all of
which, I can assure you, are physically possible.

If it is illegal for you to read this sort of stuff in your community I
suggest that you move.

If you are under 18, please do your homework, assignments and other chores
before continuing further.

If reading this type of story makes you physically sick, please ensure that
you have a suitable, large, empty container to hand before reading on.


Author's Note.


This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, gets to
tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to read either or
both parts, or press your browser's back button and read neither.


Getting a Life Part 9 - Tim's tale


I didn't sleep for long as the somewhat rough handling my bum had received
during the course of the evening left me with an urge to go and empty my
bowels. So I got up, crept into the bathroom, crapped and crept out
again. Soon I was happily back, warmly wrapped in my lover's arms and
snuggled against that broad hairy chest of his.

William getting up in the next bedroom and leaving to do his chores woke me
again just as day was breaking. I had had another erotic dream and my bum
was slightly sore. I checked back there and worked out that the dirty
bugger had finally achieved his ambition, I had been most thoroughly
rogered in my sleep!

This time he was going to pay for it!

Silently I left the bed, pulled on some clothes and went down to the floor
below. There I borrowed four puppy collars and four dog leads. Back in the
bedroom I quietly attached the four leads to the posts at each corner of
the bed. Then, with the utmost care, I put the puppy collars round Mark's
wrists and ankles.

Moving his limbs into the spread-eagled position, without waking him was
the trickiest bit, but I managed it. As each limb was in position I clipped
it onto the waiting dog lead. I then adjusted the length of the leads until
he was quite secure. I now stripped and sat at the bottom of the bed,
between his wide-spread feet, to contemplate a suitable fate for him.

For no good reason at all a long forgotten childhood memory surfaced. I
remembered a trick played on me by a male cousin when we were both
kids. You see I have a dread of ants, I just can't stand them running over
me. My cousin knew this and, one night when I was sleeping over at his
place, he played a rotten joke on me.

He waited until I was asleep, then he began whispering in my ear about
there being ants crawling all over my face and body. As I was asleep, but
close enough to being awake, I was in a sort of "suggestible" state. The
net result was I woke screaming that I was covered in ants and just about
stripped the bed trying to find them. Needless to say my cousin was rolling
on the floor in fits of laughter.

It was worth a try. I nuzzled up to Mark's ear and began whispering in
it. "You have got to have a pee. You really need to go! You have got to do
it now!" and various other urgent remarks on that subject.

When he began to get restless I gave up on the suggestions and got back
between his legs. Once I had his limp cock safely in my mouth, I pressed
firmly on his belly, midway between his navel and the top of his bush, in
fact right over his bladder. Now the prophecy that I had whispered in his
ear was coming true, and I was having to swallow very quickly to keep up
with the flow.

About halfway through Mark suddenly awoke. His first concern was he was
still in bed and peeing like a fountain. The panic this brought on was a
joy to behold. The second thing that he noticed was he was unable to
move. They may only make those collars for puppies, but they are quite
strong enough to hold someone even of Mark's strength.

The last thing that came to his attention was my mouth round his dick, it
was then that the penny finally dropped. All the half asleep yelling and
bawling that he had been doing suddenly condensed into two words, which
came out at a rather excessive volume, "YOU BASTARD!"

It is actually possible to grin while your face has a cock stuck in it and
you are gulping like crazy. However this didn't seem to help as my victim
now began to test his bonds while I finished the job of emptying him.

When I was finished I sat up and looked at him. Watching his muscles flex
as he tested his bonds made him look magnificent. However he was not a
happy camper. "That'll teach you to fuck me in my sleep," I said
happily. He had the grace to blush.

"I didn't know that you could do that," said a voice from behind
me. Apparently the noise had woken Ziggy who had come through to see what
all the fun was about.

"Oh he can manage it, he is a very sneaky fucker, when it suits him," I
said grinning, as I played with my lover's cock, wetting it with my spit
and working him up to an erection.

"OK Ziggy, you like the way I do blow jobs? So how about I show you how I
do it, since I seem to have a cock to hand and the owner can't really
object," I said warming to my part. In a flash Ziggy was sitting beside me
ready to watch my every move.

"Right, we are going to give Mark lover's balls," I said.

"What's that?" Ziggy asked. I had forgotten how naive the lad was.

"We are going to take him right up to the very edge of an orgasm, then we
stop, let him cool off and start again. As he can't reach his cock with his
hands, or for that matter rub it up against anything, he can't stop us," I
said, and Mark groaned.

So starting with the eye of Mark's cock, I began Ziggy's education. When he
had mastered the art of flicking his tongue across the slit and encouraging
the flow of pre-cum he learned to tickle the end of it by trying to get the
tip of his tongue into the slit. An impossible feat, but quite, er, um,
stimulating.

Next was a lesson on the sensitivity of the head, paying particular
attention to the underside, just below the eye and of course the rim round
the edge of the head. My lesson had to be suspended for a few moments as
Mark was now nearly tipping over the abyss.

When I had completed showing Ziggy how it was done, he had a go. I had to
pull him off as Mark was surreptitiously trying to cum quietly, alas I
could tell when he was getting close, so he never made it.

We moved on to using the lips to simulate entry. Here you force the head
through your closed lips and as soon as it is in, you release it, pull back
and repeat the process. The actual act of entry is very stimulating and
having it happen repeatedly tends to make your partner very excited.

By now we were having to stop about once a minute as Mark was living on the
edge of an orgasm. Again, after I was finished showing him, Ziggy had his
go. About here Mark's gasps and groans began to change into pleas for
release.

I had never seen Mark in this sort of state before. He was as horny as Hell
and unable to get his release. His cock was leaking pre-cum at a prodigious
rate in a futile effort to assist in reaching a climax. One that was always
so close yet unachievable.

When Ziggy had mastered the art of the continuous entry I moved on to
servicing the head whilst it is firmly in the mouth. This feels quite
different from just licking it as your tongue can be assisted by your lips.

By the end of me showing Ziggy how it was done, we were running at about a
2 to 1 ratio. In other words, after we had worked him up we had to wait
twice as long for him to cool off before we could start again. Also, he was
beginning to become quite tiresome in his begging. So when Ziggy had gained
proficiency in this department I decided to end the game.

"OK, you like fucking me when I'm asleep?" I asked, and Mark managed a nod.

"Why?" I asked and got no answer.

Turning to Ziggy I said, "When they get a bit uppity you can always bring
them to heel like this."

I spat on my hand, cupped the wet palm over the naked head of my lover's
cock and began rubbing round the head in a circular motion. This causes an
over stimulation and does tend to make your victim holler a lot. It caused
no pain, just too much pleasure.

"OK, let's ask again. Why?" I said to Mark.

"It just turns me on, knowing that I'm fucking someone who doesn't know
about it and hasn't consented," he managed to gasp.

"And do you like it when someone plays around with you when you are
asleep?" I asked.

Mark shook his head.

"Right. Here is the deal. You use me when I'm asleep and I will use you
when you are asleep. Then we can both get our jollies, but at a
price. Agreed?"

Mark nodded and I let my lips touch the tip of his cock. Ever so gently I
began to tease the eye of it with my tongue while my hands massaged his
firmly retracted balls and the part of his cock that was behind them.

I could feel his load rushing down the length of his manhood and just slid
the head inside my mouth before it bucked and shot wave after wave of his
much postponed release into my mouth. I'll say this about lover's balls,
when they finally shoot, it's a gusher. I did not let his cock out of my
mouth until I had sucked every last drop out of it.

"Now Ziggy, I'll teach you how to find all the hot spots on a guy," I said
as Mark groaned his protest and strained his strapping body against his
bonds.

One of the nice things about the human body is, it is symmetrical, in that
you have two of most things. So with me working on the right hand side and
Ziggy on the left, starting at the toes, we, ever so slowly, worked our way
up to the ears.

Ziggy did balk at sucking toes a bit, however when he saw Mark's reactions
he was off. Mark reacted even better to having the soles of his feet
licked, then the inside of his thighs. Next we took a ball each into our
mouths, an action that made Mark look distinctly worried when we began to
growl.

We gave his cock a rest, fought over his navel and had a tit each. I had to
encourage Ziggy to bite it as he was a bit squeamish, but in the end he
helped me make Mark thrash about. Then we hit his armpits. Poor Mark is a
bit ticklish there and having two tongues simultaneously attack made him
really check out the design specs of his bonds.

Mark's mouth, nose and eyes were next to receive our attention and finally
we hit the ears. Oh God, I had been dying to get a tongue in both of his
ears ever since he had done it to me at the orgy. Fortunately we were lying
on top of him when we started and even then we both had to hold on.

After a time we tired of this game and I told Ziggy to get off the bed,
unclip Marks ankles and jump clear. Then I undid the clips on Mark's
wrists. Having ridden the tiger, now I was going to have to do the tricky
bit, dismounting. I knew that I was really in for it this time.

I had not long to wait, my lover exploded into a flurry of activity beneath
me. I rolled myself into a protective foetal ball. Alas, this did nothing
to save me. He just laid me on my side, lined his cock up against my ring
and pulled me back onto it. Fortunately I was ready for it and relaxed as
he entered me and began a furious fuck.

That lovely cock of his, on which Ziggy and I had lavished so much
attention, was now reeking its revenge on my poor defenceless ring. Happily
I was enjoying every minute of it. It adds a certain spice to the game if
you know that your partner is running along the edge of losing all control
as he fucks you.

The thrusts got harder, and then he was groaning as he filled my ass for
me. He was too knackered to pull out quickly. Ziggy had been nursing a
stiffy since he came into the room so he made no objection to me turning my
attentions to it. I motioned him into a 69 and said, "I'll race
you. Whoever comes first has got to keep on blowing the other guy until he
comes too."

He went for my cock with some gusto. I think he must have been a lot hotter
than I was because that big brown monster of his was filling my mouth with
his young seed in no time. Not being a complete bastard, I shot my bolt
almost directly and he manfully drank his fill.

"I can't leave you lot alone for a minute, can I?" It was William's voice
and it came from the doorway.

Mark pulled out of me, turned me round and fed me his cock to clean as he
removed the collars from his wrists and ankles. The other pair gasped as I
obediently cleaned my lover's weapon. I liked the perversion of taking him
in my mouth right after he had fucked me and doing it before the others
made it even more thrilling.

"Right, now you have finished that, you can go blow him," said Mark as I
completed my task. Submissively I went and knelt before William. From the
view that this position gave me of the crotch of his jeans, I could see
that he must have been watching us on the bed for some time. He had his
cock out in a jiffy and soon I was repeating all the things that I had
taught Ziggy.

As was his custom he gave no warning as he dumped his seed in my mouth. I
swallowed and sent it to join that of his lover and my lover.

"Right! I'm not finished with you yet. Into the shower with you, and - move
it!" Mark's voice was still in command mode, I hurried to obey.

"OK, you pair, come along too. Don't bother putting it away, William, as
you're going to need it in a minute," Mark added.

I had an inkling of what was coming in my direction as I stepped into the
shower. Mark strode up and pulled aside the shower curtain that covered two
sides of the cubical. He positioned the others on either side of him,
pointed at the floor and I crouched down.

"Now this is what he gets for tying me to the bed and torturing me," he
said as he pointed his cock at me and let go a warm amber stream.

"Aim for his face," he advised the others. William complied immediately but
Ziggy had a bit of trouble getting started until he noticed that my cock
was fully erect, then he joined in.

The overwhelming humiliation of my lover getting other men - well little
more than boys - to urinate on me was perhaps the most intense turn-on in
my short career as a gay guy.

As Mark had ordered, they all aimed for my face. Then he told me to open my
mouth and I knew better than refuse. None of them missed the opportunity
that was now afforded them, thus completing my debasement.

When the flows had stopped, Mark told me to jack myself off. I did and it
took me no time at all to shoot. Mark then pointed out the obvious to them;
I revelled it. He told me to start the shower and joined me under it.

When the others left he took me in his arms, kissed me and told me I was
the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life. We got dried and
dressed, I returned the dog leads to stock, but Mark made me keep the
collars, then we went over to the house for breakfast.

Sunday breakfast is an informal meal at my folk's house, everyone drifts
into the kitchen piecemeal and Mother somehow keeps a continuous stream of
food flowing. So while I munched on my Muesli, Mark got a fry-up and my
sister arrived with the brats and began helping Mum to feed them.

At a suitable point in the conversation I brought up the subject of Mum and
Dad having a holiday.

"You could always let William run things while you are away," I said,
innocently.

"Oh no, it is far too much work for one person," she parried.

"Well,, I am sure that he could recommend another student, there are two
bedrooms in the annex," I said, still trying the innocent bit.

"Yes I suppose that he could ask around. But perhaps that nice Indian boy
who is always slipping in at the weekends might be willing to help," she
said, making me nearly cover Mark with Muesli.

"Oh, parents are not nearly as stupid as they look," said Mum. "I don't
mind them having their friends round at the weekend, but I do object when
they start bringing members of the opposite sex home. You never know what
they'll be up to then!"

The silence that followed was exquisitely embarrassing. Mark, Becky and I
could not face each other for fear of starting a massive giggle
fit. Eventually I excused myself to go and carry the news to William. I
made it all the way to the annex and almost managed to tell the pair the
news before I became crippled with laughter. God alone knows how the others
got on back in the kitchen.

When I got some semblance of control I quickly blurt out the news. The pair
of them were ecstatic and hugged each other. Then I told them the funny bit
and they too roared with laughter.

Soon it was time to choose our pup. So Mark and I went with William to look
over the two litters. For the first time, Mark was faced with a full grown
dog. He reacted well, letting her sniff his hand and even petted her before
turning his attention to her litter.

When he had looked at each pup we went to look at the second litter. Mark
repeated his performance with the second bitch and this time one pup, the
runt of the litter, took an interest in Mark by getting a mouthful of the
cuff of his jeans and tugging.

"It looks like he has picked you," I said to Mark.

Mark sat on the floor and played with the pup. It might have been the
smallest of the litter but it was in no way shy or retiring. It had a good
old rough and tumble with Mark and, if you watched carefully, you could see
that Mark loved it.

So with the pup selected we were now at a loose end. To get us out of the
way while she made Sunday lunch, Mum sent us all off on a ramble. There are
nice rolling hills round there, and everyone but Mum and Dad went. Bill and
Mark began chatting while leading the group, then William and Ziggy walked
behind them, Becky and I brought up the rear with my niece, shepherding her
brothers when they dropped behind.

"They make a lovely couple," said Becky nodding at Ziggy and William as
they walked in front of us. I had to suppress a giggle as Ziggy was quite
unconsciously holding William's hand as they strolled along.

Becky spent the time pumping me on the subject of Mark. It seems that she
wanted to know everything about her new brother-in-law. I held back on the
kinkier parts of his character and just left her with the impression that
he was a big boy and had a healthy sexual appetite.

William and Ziggy got invited to lunch, making it a massive
affair. Fortunately Mother had roast beef and roast pork, so there was
plenty to go round, even allowing for Mark's appetite. Then all too soon it
was time for us to pack our bags.

William and Ziggy got an invite to visit us in London in a couple of weeks
by Mark. I noticed that it was a weekend that Phillip had scheduled a party
and, going by the innocent look on Mark's face this was not accidental.

Then we picked up the pup, said our good-byes and went out to the car. For
the first time since we rented it, I got to drive. Mark went in the back
seat with the pup. On the way back, I made a comment about the clash
between Ziggy and William's visit and the party. Mark grinned and said that
Kevin and Ed would be there too, so if my luck held I would get quite
thoroughly gangbanged. This thought made concentrating on my driving
difficult.

Once home we took the pup, now named Buster, and showed him round the
house. I noticed with some satisfaction that the pup was bonding
principally with Mark. I was doing my best to keep in the background. We
even took the poor pup round the local park. He was too tired to walk home
and he hated being carried.

When we got home with the knackered pup, we put him to sleep in his
basket. Then I saw the gleam in Mark's eyes.

"Go to the bedroom, strip and stand facing the wall. I'll be up in a
moment," he growled.

So I went off and did his bidding shivering, with anticipation of my fate.

Mark arrived and I was not surprised when I found myself being fitted at
the wrist and ankles with the collars. However I was a bit confused when I
was told to bend over and he began to lube me up. Then he told me to relax
my ass and I felt something that was not a cock being slid into me. It was
not very long but it got very wide then quite suddenly it got narrow again
and sort of popped into me.

"It's a butt plug," said Mark as he tightened a belt round my waist and
connected straps, back and front running between the belt and the plug.

"There! That stops you slipping it out. Now on the bed, face up," he said.

I noticed that the four collars now had lengths of nylon cord attached to
them. These were soon tied round the bedposts, firmly holding me
immobilised on the bed. Mark now did a leisurely strip, leaving his bulging
briefs to the last. In some way, a large male erection looks more ominous
when a light garment, like tight briefs, covers it. Eventually he released
it from its captivity and let it spring free.

He straddled me and held his erection in his hand slowly pulling the
foreskin back. Then he moved up my body and sat on my face. I didn't need
to be told my duties; I just began to rim him as if my life depended on
it. I could feel him jacking himself off as I tried to get my tongue as far
through his ring as it would reach.

Without any warning he moved off my face and shot his load all over it. I
managed to close my eyes in time as great gobs of his cum hit my
eyelids. Eventually when the warm wet dollops of cum were reduced to a slow
dribble I ventured to open my eyes again.

There was Mark, towering above me, cock in hand, squeezing the last
dribbles of his load out of his cock and, with great satisfaction, letting
it drip onto my upturned face.

"That'll do for starters he said, wiping the last drops off on my
lips. "Now I'll show you how to really give someone lover's balls."

Like he had done earlier, I tried to escape my fate but my bonds were too
good. But now I knew what a turn-on it was to watch your victim
struggle. As his cum slowly cooled on my face, he turned his attention to
my cock, normally an instrument of delight, but now to be one of torture.

His tongue started as mine had, at the eye. In about 2 minutes I was
begging him to let me cum. He just kept up this relentless attack on the
eye of my cock until I was all but shooting and then he would stop.

By the time he moved on to working the head over, his cum had cooled, lost
its viscosity and was slowly trickling down my cheeks, itching like mad
while I was incapable of wiping it. While my ass was feeling overfull with
that damned plug he had forced into me and, try as I might, I could not
dislodge it.

I was now desperately trying to thrust my cock into his mouth in an attempt
to get enough contact to reach an orgasm, but he was far too quick for me.

After an age, his cum now long dried on my face, he announced that he
thought it was time for me to shoot. But he moved back from my cock,
leaving it sticking straight up in the air.

Mark picked up a small white plastic box and for the first time I noticed
that there was a cable running out from in between my legs and into the
box. With a vicious grin, he very deliberately thumbed the switch on the
front of the box. Inside my ass the butt plug began to vibrate with a great
urgency. One part of it was hard up against my prostate. I never had a
chance; I was as hot as Hell already and then he did that to me.

The bastard gave a whoop of delight as each wad of cum shot from my aching
cock and flew through the air. Since it was pointing straight up most of my
own load landed on me. Only when I was whimpering did he switch it off.

Lazily he straddled me again and I looked up to find his cock dangling
before my lips. Again my training was now so good that I required no orders
to take it into my mouth while he relieved himself.

"At least this time Ziggy isn't watching you drink it," he said, grinning
at my instant blush. My God, Ziggy must have walked into the room while I
was doing it this morning. The combined shame of the two incidents began to
make my weary cock stir.

But my ordeal was not yet over. He untied the cords from the foot of the
bed and retied them at the head. This left me doubled up on the bed with my
ass sticking out all ready for servicing.

He unclipped the straps running between the belt round my waist and the
butt plug in my ass. With sadistic slowness he pulled the plug free. To get
over the widest part on the return journey there was no gentle slope, just
a sudden widening.

When he finally got to the widest point he stopped and held it there while
he started the bloody thing vibrating again. When he saw that my cock was
hard, he gently removed the still vibrating plug from me and switched it
off. As it had been inside me for well over an hour, I really did feel
empty.

His next move, rimming me, caught me completely off guard. But as I could
not protect my ass from his invading tongue I just had to enjoy it. Mark
has a talent for forcing me to enjoy myself.

His fingers went on an expedition, searching out inside me, making sure
that there was no resistance left in my anal sphincter. Then he spat on his
hand, wiped it on his cock and mounted me.

Tied to the bed and pinned down by his weight I had no choice in the
matter. I could neither resist nor assist him as he took his gratification
from reaming out my well-spread ass. I could, however, watch the
expressions flit across his face as he surveyed the cum-stained body he was
fucking. He took an incredible delight in debasing his partner before and
during sex. Fortunately this was one of the reasons that I loved him.

When he felt he had had enough, he shot his load again and I could feel it
thunder into my guts. He lay gasping on top of my bound body. I could feel
his heart beating through the wall of his chest and in the pulse in his
cock deep in my guts. When he recovered his breath he sat back on his
haunches, his cock still in me and jacked me off until I once more was
covered in a fresh layer of semen.

He untied me and we went and had a bath together. It was fun lying in the
bath, doing all the things that lovers do to each other when they are
alone. Strange as it seems to tell, now that I was with Mark, I felt like a
whole person for the first time in my life. He was mine for good. At last I
had found happiness beyond my wildest dreams.

The End of Tim's tale.

Getting a Life Part 9 - Mark's tale

When I was a child I had a bed wetting "problem. Now mother was very
sensible about it and didn't make a fuss. For me, the horrible bit about it
was I always woke up after it had started. Too late to stop the mess, but
just in time to realise that I had done "it" again.

Of course this had never occurred in the last 15 years but to my horror it
was happening now. I was lying in bed peeing. I made a mad grab for my cock
and found that I couldn't move. This was rapidly becoming a
nightmare. Being a guest and making a mess of the bed.

Eventually I managed to get my head together and realise that my immobility
was caused by me being tied to the bed. Then I saw Tim in between my legs
with my cock in his mouth, drinking his fill.

I told him what I thought of him and the volume of this must have wakened
Ziggy as he padded in and stopped in the doorway. I got some wry amusement
watching his face as he worked out exactly what Tim was doing. However he
said nothing at that point and neither did I. So Tim got to slurp on until
I was empty.

When Tim was finished and began admonishing me for screwing him in his
sleep, Ziggy joined in the conversation. Then that little turd Tim decided
to give me lover's balls. Ziggy had to have the expression explained to
him, then Tim began to use my cock to teach Ziggy how to do blow jobs.

Shit! Tim had learned a lot about cocksucking since the day I had first
stuck mine in his face. He was now an expert and he had the perfect sense
of timing, knowing just when to stop and make me miss my orgasm by a hair's
breadth.

He was even smart enough to pull Ziggy off my cock when I was getting near
it. Which was most annoying as I was doing it as quietly as I could. Before
too long I was begging to be allowed to cum, but the two bastards just kept
on teasing me. It was a good job that I was tied up, because if I could
have got as much as one arm free, I'd have rammed my cock down the nearest
throat and held it there until my balls were empty.

After an aeon, Tim stopped and asked me if I liked fucking people when they
were asleep. I nodded and then he asked why. I didn't really feel like
answering this so I made no reply. The little son of a bitch decided to
teach me a lesson. He spat on his hand then wiped the palm of his hand
round the head of my cock, over and over again.

When I stopped yelling he repeated the question, and I decided that
answering him might be a good idea. So I told him and asked me if I liked
having things done to me while I was asleep. Now here he had a point, so in
the end we agreed that if one of us took advantage of the other then there
would be retaliation. Mind you, I'd have agreed to almost anything just as
long as I could shoot my load.

Tim now began to tease the eye of my cock with his tongue whilst his hands
cupped my balls and massaged my cock just behind them. Although the
stimulation was minimal I could feel my spunk boiling up the length of my
rod. At the very last second he slipped the head of it into his mouth and
began to gulp down my load as fast as I could produce it.

Now I was spent he would have to let me go, and then he was going to DIE!
As it turned, out he had not finished with me at all. It seems that he had
a desire to further Ziggy's education, still using my body, to show Ziggy
how to find the hot spots.

I could stand the toe sucking. I whimpered through the soles of my feet
being licked. I enjoyed the inside of my thighs being licked. I got a bit
worried when they each had one of my balls in their mouths, two snaps and
I'm singing soprano. When they bit my tits it was a real turn on. But
getting a tongue worming its way into each of my ears drove me completely
mad.

Suddenly it was all over and the pair of them set me free. Tim curled up
into a ball. Which was fine by me. His ring, my target, was on the outside
of that ball, and I wasted no time at all in getting my raging cock on the
inside of him. I suppose that you could call it a revenge fuck. Whatever it
was called it was short and frenzied. I just wanted to fuck him good and
hard. There is a particular pleasure in dumping your load up the ass of
someone who has spent the last hour teasing the life out of you.

All this of course left me completely knackered. So I just lay there while
the cheeky pair went into a 69 and blew each other. They were so engrossed
in their antics that they failed to notice William appear in the doorway. I
motioned to him to be quiet until they had finished.

When William had made his entrance, I pulled out of Tim and let him clean
me off. I could tell the humiliation was turning him on so I decided to
take him to the limit. Next I made him blow poor old William. Well, the lad
was obviously sporting a boner, he needed the release and I'm a big hearted
lad. Then I marched everyone into the bathroom, put my lover in the shower
and we all provided the water to wash him off. He now had a stiffy and I
told him to jack himself off. He did, and the others realised what a little
pervert he is. God, I love him so much.

Tim said the leads must be returned as they would be missed but I could
keep the collars as they went through a lot of them and four would not be
missed. I could see them coming in very handy later, as I was not finished
with Tim yet.

Breakfast again reminded me of what I missed in not having a family. It was
a chaotic affair with Tim's mother seeming to be everywhere all at once,
cooking, dishing up, pouring tea. She made me a right good fry-up, but Tim
was still on his rabbit food.

Tim suddenly began pushing for William to run the place while his parents
went on holiday. There was a far too innocent a look on his face as he
began and I knew he was up to something. It was when he suggested that
William could have some help to run the place, that I realised what his
game was.

Then it turned out that his mother knew that Ziggy was slipping in at the
weekends and didn't really mind as he was another boy, so no "hanky-panky"
would be going on. There was a prolonged silence after that remark. Becky
took a great interest in getting some breakfast into her daughter, I
suddenly began filling my mouth with food and finally Tim managed to mutter
something about giving the guys the good news and rushed off.

I finished my breakfast in double quick time and made it to the toilet
where I could at last have a laugh.

The moment came round when we must choose a puppy. I had agreed on visiting
the two litters while the mothers were present. I know this sounds like no
big deal, but I was going into a room which contained an animal that I was
terrified of. My heart was in my mouth as I held my hand out for her to
sniff. She had a long sniff and then licked me! I was amazed, I had
secretly expected to see that hand in bandages for weeks.

We looked over the pups, then went on to the second litter. I did it again
with the second mother and got the same result. Maybe my fear really was
totally unfounded. By now there was a tugging on the leg of my jeans. The
littlest pup in the litter was desperately trying to get my attention.

I sat on the floor and played with him. Yup, he had picked me and I decided
to call him Buster. Hey, this little tyke really liked me. I have never had
a dog make a fuss of me before, and I sort of liked the mindless adoration.

We went for a walk and I ended up walking with Bill. He said that he hoped
that Tim and I would be happy together and actually discussed all the
complications of having a long term relationship. I didn't even think he
knew the score between Tim and me.

Sunday lunch was an event. Tim's mother pulled out all the stops and, even
with William and Ziggy, there was more than enough food to go round. Then
it was time to pack and say our goodbyes. I invited William and Ziggy to
visit us. I cunningly set the date to be a weekend when Phillip would be
throwing a party. It would certainly open the eyes of that pair, and, as
Kevin and Ed, would be there I could make sure that Tim had a gangbang,
which would be under my control.

I let Tim drive home as I wanted to sit in the back and play with
Buster. Somehow this pup doesn't know that he is little; he thinks he is a
big butch dog. I must admit that Tim was one hundred percent right. A puppy
is in no way a threat.

As soon as we got home we took the pup for a walk. All the other dogs we
met made a fuss over him and played with him. I have never been so close to
so many dogs in my life. But I found that, by concentrating on Buster, I
wasn't afraid.

Alas the poor pup was tired out and wanted to lie down and sleep. When I
picked him up he whimpered and wanted to be put down on the ground
again. Eventually he went to sleep in my arms and I carried him home and
put him in the basket that Tim had bought for him. It was big enough for a
grown dog so he looked rather pitiful in it.

Now it was time to finish off my business with Tim. I could see he was dead
nervous. So I ordered him to go up to the bedroom, strip and wait for me.

I dug out some nylon cord and attached a length to each of the four
collars. Then I dug out a vibrating butt plug with a restraining belt that
holds it in place and wandered off up to the bedroom.

I could see Tim shivering as I entered, and it was not from the cold. He
knew better than to turn round as I fitted the collars. Then I had him bend
over while I lubed him up. He seemed a bit surprised when I inserted the
butt plug. So I told him what it was and why it was being fastened in. But
I "forgot" to say anything about it having a vibrator in it.

Now I had him lay down on the bed face up while I tied the cords good and
tight. Then I slowly stripped off to my briefs looking as butch and
menacing as I could. I flaunted my bulging briefs in his face until he
began to go white.

After a while I took off the briefs, straddled Tim and sat on his face. He
knew his job and he was rimming me as soon as he could reach my ring. I sat
there enjoying the feeling of him trying to fuck my ass with his tongue as
I jacked myself off. When I was ready to cum I just moved my ass and shot
my lot in Tim's face.

When he opened his eyes I wiped the last of my cum off on his lips and
watched him lick it into his mouth. Now, I would show this little turd how
to give someone lover's balls properly.

I spent almost as long on the eye of his cock as he had spent getting me
all worked up, only then did I move on. By the time I was finished with
him, he was a babbling wreck with only one wish in the whole world, to
empty his balls. He was like a bomb, all ready to go off.

So I sat back and got the box that contains the battery and off/on switch
for the vibrator. So my little darling now had lover's balls that must be
hurting like Hell and a butt plug inside his ass pushing hard up against
his prostate. The vibrator could be considered as the detonator. I flicked
the switch to the "on" position and watched for the explosion.

Almost directly he shot a jet of white cum straight up in the air. It
looped slightly forwards and before it had landed the next was rushing
upwards. I gave him a yell of encouragement every time he shot.

Eventually the show died down but even with his cock lying flat on his
belly there was still cum leaking from it. When I was sure he had nothing
more to give I switched off his internal tormentor.

By now I needed to go, but why should I walk to the loo when there was a
willing mouth much closer. I let him get half way through drinking it when
I told him that Ziggy had seen him doing the same thing to me earlier. He
went a most satisfying shade of red.

I moved his leg bonds from the foot of the bed to the top. This left him
helplessly bent double with his ass sticking up at a very nice angle to be
fucked.

Now it was time to remove the vibrator. It had been in him for some time
and his ring had contracted round the narrow neck of it. I slowly eased it
backwards until the widest bit was just stuck in his ring, then out of
devilment I turned on the vibrator again. His cock might have just died but
this brought it back to life again super fast. When he was nice and hard, I
pulled it all the way out and switched it off. God, he did make a lot of
noise about it.

That gaping ring looked good enough to eat, so I did. Then I fingered
him. He looked like could take me on spit; he did.

All right I know I'm a pervert, but looking down at a guy who is covered in
cum, tied up and knowing that there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop
you from fucking the ass off him is a big turn on for me. It is made even
better by knowing that Tim was getting his rocks off by being tied up.

So when I came I filled his slack little ass with shot after shot, I bet I
came more than he did when he finally emptied his lover's balls. By now
most of the layers of cum on his body had dried so I jacked him off and
gave him another coat.

I untied him and we went for a bath. I lay there in the warm water cuddling
my lover and thought how lucky I was. At last I had found a partner who was
all the things that I wasn't, while I was all the things he wasn't. Somehow
between us we made a whole person. He was mine, I was his, and life was
looking good.

The End of Mark's Tale.

The Epilogue.

And so our two young heroes set out on that great adventure of Getting a
Life, together.

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As ever I am indebted to RH for converting my chicken scratchings into
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