Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 09:03:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kye, Part 14

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				   "Kye"
				  Part 14


          Kye made dinner that evening.  He had gotten fairly good at pasta
dishes, and had made a steaming pot of whole wheat linguini that was now
ready on the stove as he summoned the men to eat.  Next to the pasta was a
sauce pan filled with pan-fried shrimp and pieces of chicken, with
broccoli, fresh sliced garlic and dried tomatoes in an herbed white sauce.

          As Kye prepared to serve up the first plate of food, he hovered
over the sauce and took in the aroma, highlighted by the garlic.  God, he
loved garlic, and this was one of his new favorite dishes to prepare.

          Mitch was the first to enter the kitchen to pick up his plate and
take it to the dining table.  As he approached the stove, he offered, "That
smells almost too good to eat, boy!"  Then he slapped Kye on the ass.  Kye
flinched, as his ass still hurt from the brutal fucking it had received
only a few hours ago.

          "Here's your plate, sir.  And hands off the ass.  Please."  Kye
didn't sound angry, or forceful.  He just wanted to let Mitch know that he
didn't appreciate being....well, being touched in a casually abusive way.
He knew Mitch had slapped his ass just to remind him of the incident that
took place after returning from the city.  Not that he didn't enjoy a good
fuck, but Mitch had been almost....impersonal, detached, as he fucked Kye's
ass.

           Kye loved his new-found interest in fucking and getting fucked
by men.  There was so much more passion, connection, pleasure when he
coupled with the men of the house.  It was better than anything he had ever
experienced with a woman.  Even the anticipation of spending personal
sexual time with Trey, or Dom, or Donnie, or....yes.....even Mitch, when he
wasn't being an asshole.......Kye came back to the present as he realized
that he'd never been fucked by Mitch when he was in a good mood.....oh, now
that he was back into reality, he realized that Mitch was whispering into
his ear, with his chin resting on Kye's shoulder, and his left hand was
pinching his ass as close to his mancunt as Mitch could grab.

          "You are living in a house that belongs to Trey and me.  A house
given to us by Dom.  And my lover, Donnie, lives here, too.  You have no
standing, no right to anything here that we don't offer to you.  You WILL
accept what any of us has to offer, and you WILL thank us for it.  Doesn't
matter if it makes you feel like a king or a fucking whore, you will accept
anything, ANYTHING, that we.....that I give you.  And you will appreciate
it, and thank us....so I think you better drop this attitude of 'Mitch is
mean to me' and be thankful that I don't tie you up, drive you out of the
county, and drop your ass down some ravine.  By the time anyone would find
you, all they would need to do is go shopping for the pine box."

          And with that last comment ringing in Kye's ears, Mitch spun him
around so that Kye's eyes could meet his, and said,"If you doubt me, just
keep up the attitude and you won't be around much longer.  I've forgiven
you, but I can never forget, and I am a mean son of a bitch.  You don't
ever want to cross me."

          From down the hallway, sounds of the other men coming to the
kitchen could be heard.  Mitch's glare broke immediately into a smile, but
his eyes still retained that hard edge.

          "Kye, the meal smells delicious.  I can't wait to eat it.  You've
outdone yourself," Mitch gushed.  But Kye was the only one who could see
Mitch's eyes, as Mitch had his back to the others.  And Kye knew full well
that Mitch was just putting on a show for the others, and if Kye ever told
them that Mitch had it out for him, no one would believe it.

          "Well, if it smells good to Mitch, who'll eat anything, I'm not
sure that means it is fit for anyone else.  Guess we'll have to try it for
ourselves and take our chances," said Donnie.

          Trey was already at the stove, taking in the aroma of the sauce,
and he slipped an arm around Kye, who unintentionally stiffened up.  He
hadn't expected the gentle touch, but reacted strongly as he still
considered Mitch's words.  Trey felt Kye stiffen, and it immediately
registered that the touch had not had its intended positive purpose.  Trey
reached up to Kye's chin and turned his face.  Trey saw the fear that Kye
couldn't hide.

          "What's wrong, Kye?" Trey whispered so that no one else would
hear.

          "Nothing.  Just bad memories.  I'll be okay."



          Kye served up plates of steaming pasta and sauce to the other
men, then opened the oven and brought out the garlic toast that he'd kept
warm there.  He carried it to the table where the men were sitting, set it
down in the middle of the table, and then went back to the kitchen to place
the rest of the pasta and sauce into serving bowls.  When he had the chance
to cook for the men, he cooked plenty, as he knew the huge appetites each
of the men had.

          Everyone, that was, except for Dom.  He was the only one of the
men at the house who wasn't into working out.  Dom did have a good body,
the gift of good genes, but he didn't have the body that the musclemen did.
Even Donnie was putting on muscle in all the right places, under the
tutelage of Trey and Mitch.

          Mitch.  There he was again in Kye's thoughts.  He wondered if
Mitch would take up residence in his head for the rest of his life.

          After placing the serving dishes on the table, Kye turned to
return to the kitchen.

          "Have you eaten yet, Kye?  Trey inquired.

          "Not yet, sir.  I'll eat when all of you are finished."

          "What if we eat it all?  Donnie asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"It looks, smells and tastes so great that I might just eat too much!"

          "Don't worry, sir, I'm not feeling my best, and my appetite isn't
very strong right now."  Kye worked hard to not look in the direction of
Mitch, who he knew had to be staring at him right now.  "I might just have
a little chicken broth.  That should settle easily enough on my stomach."

          "Kye, are you getting sick?" Dom asked.  "We've got a heavy date
for you for tomorrow evening, and you need to be on your game for the plan
to work."

          "Heavy date?"  Trey moaned.  "Dom, are you trying to scare Kye
off before the tryst with Lucy?"  He broke out into a full laugh.

          Donnie offered, "I don't think Kye needs to be too good looking
or too nice to Lucy.  She's desperate, and what we've got planned isn't
going to fit her idea of a 'dream date'."

          Kye managed a small smile to let the guys know he appreciated
their attempt at disgusting humor, then he turned and walked back to the
kitchen.  When he had finished the broth, he returned to the dining room to
gather the used dishes to wash them.  The one thing this house didn't have
was a dishwasher, but as long as the men had a slave, they didn't need one.

          A slave?  No, that was wrong.  Kye was here by choice.  He'd been
offered the chance to leave, to go free.  But he'd refused, choosing
instead to remain in the company of these men.



          Once Kye had come to an understanding of his own past and how
he'd treated people, he realized that these men had standards that were
higher than his.  Friendship, fairness, and love were high on their list,
and they would go to great lengths to make sure that wrongs were righted.
He wanted to be around that.  He wanted to learn from these men how to do
the right thing, even if, in society's eyes, it didn't seem like the right
thing.  He, Kye, had paid for his past, and even now, the plan to make
Mr. Gregerson pay for his past was underway.  He needed to be ready for his
date tomorrow night with Lucy, Mr. Gregerson's immense daughter.

          Just the thought of putting the move on Lucy, even though it was
just part of the plan, sent shivers up his spine.  He needed to be on his
best game to make it all seem plausible to Lucy.  He needed a good night's
sleep.

          Kye quickly finished the dishes, set them to dry in the dish
drainer, covered them with a fresh towel, and left the kitchen, headed for
his bedroom and an early bedtime.  As he walked past Trey and Dom's
bedroom, the door opened and an arm reached out, grabbed onto him and
dragged him just inside the bedroom.  The lights were off and the shades
were drawn, so the room was pitch black, with only the light coming from
the hallway to illuminate the faces of the two men.

          "Hey buddy, can you do me a favor?"  Trey was dressed in his
hospital scrubs, and it took him by surprise.  Trey looked from Kye's eyes
to his scrubs and then back.

          "Yeah, I just got called by the hospital.  They know that today
is my day off, and I usually only work days, but they're short one orderly
in the ER, so I said I would come in.  I usually don't get to work the ER,
and it's a chance to add to my resume, and put a few extra bucks in my
pocket."

          Kye looked at him in disbelief.  "But Dom's fucking rich!  You
don't even have to work.  He'd give you anything you wanted, or needed.
Why?"

          "Every man wants to feel that he's pulling his weight, and here
in the house, it isn't any different.  Donnie puts in a lot of time
managing Dom's assets, and Mitch still tends bar down at Jack's-hell, he's
even talked about going to school to become a chef, and he'd been spending
extra time in the kitchen at Jack's to pick up pointers.  None of us, Kye,
wants to take advantage of Dom.  Except, well,.....you know.....in a sexual
sort of way!"

          Kye blushed, thinking about the number of times he's offered up
his body within these walls, being fucked by all the men, but one fuck he'd
been denied was the chance to fuck Dom.  Trey and Donnie, and even Mitch,
seemed to watch over Dom in a special, protective way, and fucking Dom
was.......well, he seemed off limits.

          Kye thought of that first night that he'd met Dom, and raped his
mouth, bringing Kye's own irresponsible behavior to a head and beginning
his descent into the hell that these last few months had become.  Kye had
lewdly commented that Dom probably had a very fuckable mancunt, but he'd
told Dom that night that he was too busy to bother.  Since that night,
fucking Dom had been one of the things that he'd never had the chance to
do.  He perseverated on that ass.  And probably would continue to.......

          "Earth to Kye.  You there?"

          "Yeah, just thinking.  Old memories again."

          "Buddy, you can't live your life looking backward.  You will
probably fall into a pile of shit if you do!"

          "Too late, Trey.  Been there, done that."

          "Well, anyway, since I'm leaving for work in a minute, and Dom
was looking forward to a little entertainment tonight, can you fill in for
me?"

          Kye stood there with his mouth hanging open.  He didn't know what
to say.

          "Good.  No objections.  You'll need this new toy I promised Dom."
Trey handed Kye a brand new black riding crop.  "Know how to use one of
these?"

          "What's to know.  You smack things with it.  I assume you were
going to 'tease' Dom with it?"

          "Tease, or maybe make his skin sting a little."

          "But isn't Dom listening to everything we're saying right now?
He's in this bedroom, right?  Maybe he doesn't want me to do what you
promised to do.  Dom?  How about it, buddy? Is it okay for me to use the
crop?"

          Trey grabbed Kye by the arm and dragged him further into the
room.  "He can't hear you.  He's wearing earplugs.......and a few other
adornments."

          Trey reached to turn on the lamp on the nightstand next to the
bed.  When the lamp shed its light onto the bed, and his eyes adjusted to
the dim light, Kye gasped.  He thought a scene from a pornographic fuckbook
had jumped out and manifested itself on the bed.

          Dom lay there spread-eagled on his back, with arms and legs tied
to the four corner bedposts.  He had a leather hood covering his entire
head and snapped at the neck.  His eyes were covered by a mask which had
been snapped into place.  Bulges where his ears should be indicated some
sort of earplug, but Kye couldn't tell what had been used.  There were
openings for his nostrils and his mouth, but he couldn't breathe through
his mouth because in it was a big red ball gag, and it was secured behind
his head.

          Looking further down Dom's body, Kye was again shocked.  After
inheriting his millions, Dom had treated himself to a few piercings,
getting rings in each nipple and a Prince Albert piercing in his dickhead.
Kye had not been privy to any showing of the piercings until now, and he
again was speechless.  The three rings were attached by a Y-shaped chain,
pulling down on the nipples and holding Dom's cock up against his body.  As
it throbbed, and stretched away from Dom's chest, it put more pressure on
all the attached body parts.  From Dom's groaning, he seemed to be enjoying
it.

          Trey noticed Kye staring at the chain, and he took Kye's hand and
placed it on the small links just above the PA.  Trey wrapped his hand
around Kye's, and then pulled lightly on the chain.  Dom groaned.  Trey,
his hand still wrapped around Kye's, applied more effort to the pull, until
Dom started thrashing back and forth on the bed, his groans turning into
screams.  Then Trey let go, and Kye did likewise.

          "The chain is a new toy, too.  Think he likes it?"

          Kye looked at Trey and shook his head.  "Sorry, can't help you
out buddy.  I can't do that to....to your lover."

          "Maybe I didn't make myself clear.  Dom is tied up, and I'm going
to work.  If you choose to let him lay there until my shift is done, well,
that's your choice.  But I think he'll have a better time if you entertain
him a little.  Your choice.  He'd probably like a little of this, too,"
said Trey, as he grabbed the crotch of the man standing by the bed, and
then he turned and left.

          Kye stood in the doorway, weighing his choices.  A few months
ago, he'd purposely followed Dom into the restroom at Jack's, and raped his
mouth and throat, and left him lying on the floor after taking most of his
money and his charge card.  How much he had changed in those few months.
Now he wasn't sure he wanted to inflict a little pain, even though Dom
might enjoy it.

          He pulled up a chair, and sat.  He stared at Dom for a long time.
Trey must have been gone for almost an hour already when Dom seemed to
become active.  He moved his head from side to side, as though trying to
see or hear where Trey might be.  Dom had no idea that Trey was gone.  And
now he was acting as though he'd been abandoned or neglected by Trey.
Dom's body began to shiver, ever so slightly, as though he was beginning to
cry.

          At that moment, Kye got to his feet and he decided to give Dom
the attention he seemed to be craving.  He took the riding crop and ran it
up Dom's leg, toward his groin.  Dom jumped, then groaned as though his
prayers had been answered.  And that groan caused Kye's cock to stir.  He
used the riding crop to slap lightly at the other leg, and each arm in
turn.  He slid it under the Y-shaped chain, and pulled it away from Dom's
body, eliciting more groans from Dom.  And those were topped by the groans
escaping around the ball gag when Kye rubbed the crop roughly up and down
Dom's stiff prick.



          Kye let Dom settle down for a minute, and then began slapping the
crop down on Dom's cock, causing massive throbbing and forcing the PA to
pull the chain down, stretching the nipple rings and Dom's sensitive
nipples.  The more he slapped, the more Dom groaned.  The harder he
slapped, the more Dom tried to free his arms and legs.



          Kye suddenly noticed something he had missed before.  Dom's ball
sack was wrapped with a two-inch ball stretcher, forcing the balls into the
bottom of his sack.  Kye grabbed the ball sack and squeezed, not too hard,
but just enough to push Dom over the edge.  Long ropes of cum were ejected
out of his cock and landed on his chest and the leather hood.  He looked a
mess, and Kye was more tham ready to clean it up.

          Kye knew that Dom would know he was not Trey if he got up and
straddled Dom.  They had similar body size, but Trey weighed more.  So Kye
leaned over from first one side of the bed, then the other, as he licked
all of Dom's cock snot off his chest and the leather hood.  He saved a
little in his mouth, then headed for the end of the bed.

          Kye knelt on the end of the bed, between Dom's outstretched legs.
There was no way he'd be able to fuck this cute ass without releasing one
or both legs.  He looked more carefully at how Trey had secured Dom, and
discovered that the rope tied to the ankle cuffs actually had a clip on the
end, allowing the rope to be unclipped with minimal effort.  That should
work.

          Kye used the riding crop on Dom's tender nuts, smacking them hard
enough to make Dom jump and thrash about.  Then, undoing one cuff allowed
Kye to roll Dom over, just enough, to slip his cock in Dom's mancunt, but
not before depositing the cum onto the area around the pucker and sliding
it into the hole with a finger.

          Kye thought about loosening things up, but decided to just tough
it out.  Dom wouldn't be able to scream too much through the ball gag,
anyway.  Kye nestled the bulbous head of his cock against the waiting
pucker, and leaned forward slowly.  Dom groaned, but laid there as though
expecting much more, so Kye began to increase his pressure.  Soon, his
cockhead slipped through the clutching sphincter, and he pushed slowly
deeper.  Dom groaned in pleasure as Kye speared him with a cock reasonably
close in size to Trey's.

          Soon, Kye set up a slow rhythm of long-dicking Dom's receptive
ass.  Each time, Kye bumped up against the inner sphincter, Dom gasped
around the ball gag.  Before long, Dom was moaning with each thrust of the
thick fucktool, as it scraped over his prostate.  Kye could sense that Dom
was close to his second cum, and he reached up to grab the chain and pulled
down, adding pain to each tit.  With a scream, Dom came for the second
time.  But Kye hadn't come yet, and he had no intention of stopping now.

          Kye unclipped Dom's other ankle, and then rolled both legs up
over Dom's head.  As he did this, Dom's ass raised up off the bed, and Kye
had to work carefully to keep his cock embedded in Dom's ass.  He thought
of something he wanted to try, but it would take a little moving around,
and he'd have to pull his dick out of one fuck of a hot ass!

          But life is full of disappointments, so he pulled out to
reposition Dom.  There were a few extra pieces of rope with clips on the
end, near the top of the headboard, and Kye wondered if he was the first to
come up with this idea, or if this was a move Trey had done to Dom
previously.

          After clipping the ankle cuffs to the bedpost, Kye stepped back
to admire his work, and to determine the best place to stand.  Kye placed
one foot next to Dom's chest, and then stepped over Dom's ass so that he
was straddling the fuckhole and his cock was kissing the puckered opening.
By squatting down, he could push his cock into Dom's waiting ass.  He also
discovered that he could apply as much downward pressure as he wanted
without applying too much pressure on Dom's shoulders and neck, because the
legs were clipped high enough on the bedpost to hold Dom's weight, and a
lot of Kye's, up off the bed.

          Kye set up a slow rhythm to begin, but increased the speed and
pressure.  He also discovered that using this position, he could get more
depth, and he realized that he was breaching Dom's second sphincter on many
of the downward plunges.  Dom was letting him know, with vigorous groans,
each time he was successful.

          When Dom seemed to be approaching a third orgasm, Kye slowed
down, then pulled out.  As he waited, Kye realized that Dom's cock was
aimed at his own mouth, so he reached down and undid the ball gag from
behind Dom's head so that when he came, he could be treated to his own cock
snot.  As the ball gag popped from his mouth, Dom exclaimed,

          "Fuck, Trey, take my ass.  Make it yours."

          Kye chuckled to himself but remained quiet.  Dom still couldn't
see him or hear him, but he didn't want to take a chance on the hearing
part.  He resumed pistoning in and out of Dom's willing chute, and Dom
began to groan again vigorously.  This time, when Dom indicated he was
getting ready to cum, Kye was ready, too, and they both screamed as they
jettisoned their semen shots, Kye coating the insides to Dom's ass all the
way past the second sphincter, and Dom straight into his own waiting mouth.

          Kye wasn't ready yet to disclosed who had provided the
entertainment for Dom, so he unclipped the ankle cuffs but left the arm
cuffs clipped and the hood in place.  As he lowered Dom's ass and legs back
onto the bed, Kye leaned over and cleaned Dom's cock, then lowered his lips
to Dom's ass and soothed the puffy ass lips with his tongue.

          There was one other thing that Kye wanted to try for the first
time.  He locked his lips into a circle, pressed against the puckered hole,
and began to suck.  He reached in with his tongue while sucking, and
retrieved some of the load he had deposited in Dom's ass.  This appeared to
be something that Dom had done previously, because Dom began to push down,
moving the load of cum closer to Kye's tongue.

          "That's it, Trey, stick that tongue up my ass and sweep it clean.
Suck out that load.  I want that load in my mouth.  Come on, baby, suck
that baby batter out of my ass and give it to me.  I need it, Trey.  Give
it to me, NOW!"

          Well, if that was the way Dom was going to be, Kye knew he'd
better hurry up.  Dom was a dirty little fucker!



          He sucked one more glob of cum out of the warm, velvety fuckhole,
then climbed up the bed until his chest slid in place over Dom's and he
deposited the load of used cum into Dom's waiting mouth, just like a mother
bird delivers dinner to her babies.  Kye knew it would only be a matter of
seconds before Dom would realize that this was not Trey's cum, unless Dom's
taste buds were defective.  Kye had tasted the cum of everyone in the
house, including himself, and they all tasted great, but different.

          Dom was savoring the taste when he stopped in mid gulp and tried
to raise his arm.  He wanted to check out who this was.  "Trey?"

          It was time to release the hood.  Kye reached in back of Dom's
neck, unsnapping the hood, and pulling it off Dom's head.  It took Dom a
second or two to realize who was staring down into his eyes.

          When Dom realized that it was Kye, he could only ask, "Why?"

          "Trey got called to work, and he didn't want you to go without
your entertainment for the evening.  I guess I went too far, didn't I?  I
was enjoying the intimacy and touch a lot, and guess I overstepped my
bounds.  Sorry."

          "No, don't be sorry.  I've never cum three times for Trey.  I
guess you brought out the best in me."  Then, as though remembering
something, Dom's eyes lit up and a huge smile broke across his face from
ear to ear.

          "What?" Kye inquired.

          "Nothing.  Really, it's nothing."

          But it wasn't.  Right after eating, Trey had dragged Dom into the
bedroom.  He began to lay out to Dom a plan to help Kye to settle in and
become more comfortable being a member of the house.  But Trey had been
interrupted by a phone call from the hospital while he was talking to Dom.
He stepped out into the yard to take the call, and when he returned, he
outlined a few ideas about how to make Kye more comfortable.  They couldn't
decide on a plan, or a time to carry it out.  Then, as they continued to
mull over the ideas, and formulate a few additional twists, Trey had talked
Dom into trying out the new toys.  It would be the first time they had
attached anything to Dom's piercings, so the Y-shaped chain would be fun to
try out, and the riding crop was still in the box, so Trey might get that
out, too.  But first, Trey wanted to tie Dom down, and Dom agreed that it
could be fun.

          Once he was tied down, Dom was pretty much at Trey's mercy, and
he decided to place the hood on Dom, after providing earplugs to increase
Dom's "experience."  Dom didn't know about the ball gag until he felt it
being placed in his mouth, and then it was too late to object.

          Trey had never gone to this extent to set up a sexual adventure,
and Dom couldn't decide if he was nervous, excited, or fearful.  Trey had
never done anything to hurt him, but the lack of control concerned Dom, and
he hoped that Trey would demonstrate caution in creating an "over the top"
fantasy.  As he thought it over, Dom shivered with excitement.  Yes, he was
definitely excited now!

          Then it seemed like a long time, a very long time, until Trey
began with light usage of the riding crop.  Of course, it wasn't Trey at
all, but rather Kye, and both Dom and Kye were treated to an unexpected
pleasure.

          Dom ran these ideas through his head in an instant, and kept
smiling at Kye as he unclipped Dom's wrists and released them from being
attached to the bedposts.  Trey had purposely prepared Dom for Kye's
pleasure.  And if Dom had anything to say about it, Kye would be joining
the two of them for more sexual encounters.  Kye's next words brought Dom
back to reality.

          "Guess it's time for me to hit the sack.  That's where I was
headed when Trey hijacked me.  I need a good night's sleep in preparation
for the big date tomorrow."

          "Do you have to go?"  asked Dom.

          "What do you mean?"

          "Well, Trey's at work, and there's a lot of room here in this big
bed.  I just don't know how much sleep you'll get."

          "But Trey is your lover.  Won't he.....I mean, what if....

          "Kye, he was the one who asked you to fuck me.  Do you think he's
going to be surprised or angry if he comes home and you are still
entertaining?"

          A broad smile spread across Kye's face.  He crawled back onto the
bed and crawled behind Dom to spoon with him.  As Kye settle in, Dom
reached back with his hand and guided Kye's spongy dick back towards the
puckered hole he had fucked earlier.  He stroked it a few times until it
began to stiffen, then pushed it up again his ass lips.

          "You sure?"  Kye inquired.

          "Damn sure.  And by the way, you were right, back there in the
restroom at Jack's restaurant.  This boy has one great mancunt, and that's
where I expect your cock to stay all night, unless of course, you want my
cock nudging at your backdoor."

          "Maybe later."

          When Trey got home from his eight hour shift, he tiptoed into the
bedroom, but it was too dark to see anything, so he quietly turned on the
lamp on the nightstand.

          "Surprise" erupted from the bed.

          Trey's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
"What the fuck....."

          Bed sheets were strewn across the floor and puddles of cum were
on the bed and the adjoining floor and nightstand.  Both Dom and Kye had
cum splashed across their faces and chests.  Upon further examination, cum
was dripping out of the pussies of both men.  And there, on the end of the
bed, was Donnie, on his back and trying to catch his breath.  He too was
smothered in cum.

          "We were bad boys, Trey.  We didn't get any sleep," said Kye.
And Dom added, "I think we need to be spanked, Trey.  Are you up to
spanking the three of us?"

          "I'm afraid you guys just might enjoy that too much.  Hey,
where's Mitch?  He didn't want to play?"

          The three men on the bed looked at each other, grinning.  Donnie
replied, "He was a little tied up."

          "Oh, fuck, no, you didn't...." but the rest of whatever Trey was
going to say never made it out of his mouth as he rushed to Mitch and
Donnie's room.  There, on the bed, was Mitch, tied to the four bedposts
just like Dom had been previously in the other bedroom, and he had cum
splattered all over himself, from head to foot.  Trey expected Mitch to be
furious, but as Trey entered the room, Mitch broke into a belly laugh that
shook the bed.

          "Those fuckers took advantage of me."  He could barely speak
between the laughing and choking.  "Donnie tied me up, but before we
finished, those other two dickheads came in and hijacked our fantasy.  Now
I've got cum everywhere but in my ass, where I wanted it."  And he began to
laugh again.

          "Well, buddy, if you had agreed to join the kids in the other
bed, you probably would have had more dick up your ass that you could
handle.  So if you expect me to feel sorry for you...." And Trey began to
leave the room.

          "No, buddy, don't leave me here.  I need to get fucked!"  Mitch's
laughing turned to pathetic pleading.

          Trey raised his voice to yell, "Dom.  Donnie.  Kye.  Mitch needs
some dick up his ass."From the other room, the noise was of feet hitting
the floor and the sound of a herd of elephants.

          "No, Trey!  You!  I want you!"

          Trey smiled his brightest smile.  "But you didn't say whose cock,
until it was too late.  So I'll make an agreement with you.  I'll fuck that
sweet ass of yours, right after the other three guys are done.
And.........Kye gets to go first."

          "No fucking way," screamed Mitch, his eyes bugging out as he
struggled against the ropes that held him down.

          Trey picked up a pair of Mitch's own bikini briefs that were
lying on the floor, and as the others gathered next to the bed, he wiped
some cum off each man's chest onto the briefs, then shoved them in Mitch's
mouth so that he couldn't make any loud noises.  As he turned and walked
towards the door, he leaned into Kye and whispered, "Make sweet, slow love
to him.  He needs to calm down."  And he chuckled with Kye.  Trey's advice
to Dom was to fuck Mitch hard and fast, and to Donnie, he suggested that he
try to see if he could fuck him real deep, going past the second sphincter
as many times as possible.

          "I'll be back later to finish up, Mitch.  I've always wanted to
fuck you on my pole while I walked around the room."  And he laughed as he
turned to walk out.  He'd seen Mitch's cock leaking precum like a faucet,
but never this much, and he hadn't even been touched yet.  He was fucking
turned on just by what they were planning to do to him.

          Jeez, we may never get to sleep tonight...er, today.  And we have
such an important date coming up tonight.  Oh, well, thought Trey, there's
always room for sex.



     .....to be continued.....