Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2012 08:39:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Kye," Part 8

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"Kye"

     Part 8

     An hour later, Mitch appeared at the bedroom door, looking like the
cat that swallowed the canary.  "Hey, Trey, got any more magnums?  We only
had two, and that means we each got to fuck only once.  I think we've got a
few more in us.  Got any?"

     Trey rolled his eyes in mock frustration.  "You should have joined the
Boy Scouts.  Then you would have learned to `be prepared.'  No, wait,
strike that thought.  If you had joined the Boy Scouts, they'd all be
pregnant!"  Trey began a hearty belly laugh.

     "Quit fucking around and get the magnums, asshole!  Please?"

     As he said that, he made a sound like the air being forced out of his
lungs, and he moved forward just a little out into the hallway.  If he had
not been holding on to the door with one hand, and the door frame with the
other, he would have fallen into the hallway.  When Trey retrieved the
condoms and handed them to Mitch, he grabbed on to the door and flung it
open.  There, behind Mitch, was Donnie, burying his bone in Mitch's ass.

     "Boy, how big is that thing, anyway?"

     "Eleven and a half inches, and six inches around, sir!" Donnie replied
with great pride.

     Trey shoved the two men back into the bedroom, and pulled the door
shut.  The he walked in my direction, and when he had my attention, he said
quietly, "No wonder Mitch is in love.  He's a size queen, and that dong
even beats mine!"

     I smiled at him, and his face lit up.  He walked over to me, bent down
so that he could lick my ear, and then he said quietly, "I gave them a
dozen.  That should keep them busy for a few hours.  Wanna fuck?"

     "Do I?  Absolutely, positively, YES!" I exclaimed.  Trey led me to the
door of the family room.  He opened it, and I was greeted by the sight of
Kye.  He was still there, still shackled, but sleeping in a crumpled sort
of position.  Trey threw a couple of pillows down onto the floor in front
of Kye, and then lay down, pulling me into an embrace.  From my position, I
couldn't see Kye, but I knew that when he woke up, maybe from hearing our
groaning, that he would be able to view the sight of two horny gay men
enjoying what he bashed them for.  The thought was so erotic that I thought
I might cum right there.

     Trey must have seen it in my eyes, because he pulled me into a deep
kiss to get my mind off of Kye.  It worked.  I didn't cum then, but rather
much later in the afternoon.  We spent what seemed like hours, luxuriating
in the arms of each other, kissing slowly and erotically.  Massaging each
other's pecs and nips.  Sucking the taste out of each other's pits.
Licking and eating and licking and eating each other's ass over and over
and over again.  Trey sucked my toes, one at a time, then did the same with
my fingers.  I gave every inch of his face a bath with my tongue, and left
several spots of bite marks on his shoulders after I was done with his
face.  Then we fucked.  No, it wasn't fucking.  We made love.

     Trey massaged the inner walls of my velvety fuckchute with loving
tenderness.  I rubbed my manmeat in and out of his sphincter, repeatedly
stroking his prostate, when it was my turn.  Taking turns, we each stroked
shallow, then deep.  Slow, then fast.  But never hard.  Just soft,
luxurious,loving touches deep within our beings.  When Trey came, it was
not with sweat and speed, but it was rather like pouring warm oil out of a
carafe, and it oozed throughout my insides.  He moaned and groaned, as did
I, and he engaged me in a kiss that was so soft and sensual that I thought
I was going to shoot right then.

     But I didn't.  I willed myself not to cum.  I didn't want to deny
myself or Trey the opportunity to repay his act with one of my own.  I
began with tenderly eating out his ass again.  When I had packed enough
spit in his hole to lube my entry, I eased my way in, and bottomed out.  I
took exactly four long strokes, then pulled out and licked and ate his ass
some more.  Four long, deep strokes, then four minutes of licking, sucking
and touching the entry to his love canal.  Four strokes, four minutes of
licking.  Four strokes, four minutes of licking.  I could have gone on for
days, but Trey couldn't.  He anticipated the strokes, and his groaning
would increase.  He anticipated the ass eating, and moans would begin deep
in his throat and find their way to my ears.  Finally, after what seemed
like an hour, with his body having worked up to thrashing around on the
bed, Trey shouted with all his strength, "PLEASE!  FUCK ME!

     "All you had to do was ask!" I said, smiling into his exasperated
face.  He threw his head back on the pillow and began humping his ass up to
impale himself on my cock.  He didn't need to do that, as I was fully
capable of nailing his ass to the floor, and that's exactly what I did.
And this time it wasn't slow and tender.  I fucked him hard, deep and
repeatedly.  By the time I emptied a good sized load into his ass, he had
already creamed all over his abs.  I pulled out, and went down to suck out
my load so that I could share it with him.  And share I did!

     As we lay there, I suddenly felt something warm and wet between us.
Trey was pissing on us!  I enjoyed it so much that I joined in, and soon we
lay in a puddle of piss.  Trey began to tickle me, and we rolled back and
forth, spreading the piss over a wide area.

     "You have to clean that up!" I said to him, laughing loudly.

     "I will, if you wear my choice of leather." He replied.  I wondered
what it would be.

     For the first time since we had entered the room, I noticed Kye.  He
was looking at me.  He still had the ball gag in his mouth so he couldn't
say anything, but in his eyes I read hatred.  And below him was a puddle of
cum.  He'd watched us, and he was turned on enough to cum, even though his
cock was still jammed into a chastity device.  Maybe he didn't cum as much
as drip his cock honey onto the workbench below him.  So I wondered, was he
maybe hating us, or hating himself for enjoying the show we had put on for
him?  I wasn't about to ask, not right now.

     I turned my focus back to Trey, and discovered that he'd been watching
me.  "What's next for Kye?" I asked.

    "I don't know, Dom.  Mitch never shared with me anything beyond the
point of getting his initial revenge.  Actually, he made a point of not
calling it revenge.  He told me that revenge is not necessarily related to
the original actions, but what Kye had coming was the direct result of
"seeds" that Kye had planted.  So he called it "a harvest," and Kye was
going to harvest exactly what he sewed.  But beyond this point, I don't
know.  Maybe...maybe the full harvest hasn't been realized yet either, Dom.

     `He's beginning to stink!"  I hadn't realized it until then...I guess
when you are in lust, little things elude you...but Kye had pissed all over
himself, probably repeatedly.  A little scat, but not much.  Must have been
cleaned out real good prior to the first fuck, and I'm sure that his solid
foods were limited in the last two and a half days.  He must be starved.

     Just then, another thought struck me.  After all Kye had done to me,
and to others, I was still concerned about his physical needs.  I guess,
deep down, I really liked people, even those who deserved so little
consideration.  Dominic Christopher Bartolo is a good guy.

     "Jeez, are you deaf?"  Trey raised his voice to get my attention, and
his face showed bewilderment.  "I guess a penny doesn't do it anymore.  How
much do I have to offer to get a glimpse of your thoughts?  Asking you
twice isn't any good anymore?"

     "Sorry, Trey.  I was a million miles away, or maybe it was a place
that existed only a week ago.  I was thinking about the restroom at Jack's,
and what Kye did there, and I was just thinking about him getting cleaned
up and fed."

     "You are either a male relative of Mother Teresa or the most gullible
person on Earth, Dom.  After raping your mouth, you want to cater in food
for him?"

     "Trey, don't put words in my mouth..."

     "Babe, there is only one thing I want to put in that mouth, between
those juicy lips..."

     "Later, Trey, later.  Many times, I hope.  But aren't you at all
concerned that he's stinking up the house?  And Mitch didn't want any
permanent damage, right?  Isn't starving to death kind of permanent?"

     Okay, girlfriend, you win.  Mitch and Donnie are busy, anyway.  As
long as he remains shackled, and the two of us stay with him, I suppose we
can walk him outside to do his job, and then open a can of dog food to feed
him."
     "Dog food?"  That seemed awfully cold for Trey.

     "Mitch's orders.  Generic dog food at that.  As little appealing taste
as possible.  He's actually eaten a little, when he was hungry enough."

     I was getting upset because Trey seemed to be talking in circles.  I
wanted to know what was going to happen to Kye, and wasn't getting any
answers, but it seemed that he could be held indefinitely.  Trey must have
been able to read my emotion on my face.  He walked to the family room
door, opened it, and yelled for Mitch.  He only had to wait a minute.

     "What?"  Mitch limped in, naked, and full of sweat and cum.  Behind
him, he pulled Donnie.  Mitch moved to the center of the room, right in
front of the workbench and Kye, then dropped to his knees.  He pulled
Donnie down in back of him, and barked an order, "Mount!"

     Donnie lined up his gigantic cock with Mitch's well-used hole, and
sank it into Mitch's shit chute in one thrust.  Mitch groaned, and his eyes
rolled back in his head.  He groaned in pain and in pleasure as he closed
his eyes, then he cleared his voice as he opened his eyes again.  "Okay,
what do you want?"

     "Don't you think you could have stopped the fucking for a few minutes?
Dom has some important questions."  Trey seemed a little put off by his
buddy's actions.

     "Right now, nothing is as important at Donnie fucking my ass, unless
it is me fucking his ass.  You're just lucky I came in here at all.  Tell
me what you want to know."

     I had never seen this kind of attitude coming from Mitch.  He seemed
to be so happy-go- lucky, even though I had known him for only a little
while, and even when he was relating some of his personal misery regarding
his parent's death, he hadn't copped an attitude with anyone.  I was almost
afraid to ask what had been on my mind.

     Mitch asked, with more than a little annoyance in his voice, "Why did
I come in here, if no one wants to talk?"

     "Kinda hard to talk to you while you're getting your ass split open,"
Trey stated.

     "No, its kinda hard getting my ass reamed out while people are playing
games with my head," Mitch responded with an unpleasant tone of voice.

     "Stop.  Just stop.  Mitch, what's going to happen to Kye now?"

     "Do you think that is a subject to discuss in front of him?"  Mitch
wagged his head in Kye's direction.

     "Just tell me." I insisted.  "You said yesterday that this whole party
kicked into gear when you found me, and I filled a key part in your
plan—forth eight fucks in forty-eight hours.  If I started the fucking
plan in motion, then I deserve to know the fucking plan."

     "We're waiting for responses."

     "What the fuck does that mean?"  I was getting impatient.  Mitch
realized that he'd met his match.

     "Donnie, we'll have to finish this later.  Go take a shower."

     "Fuck!  I was getting close again.  I've never cum five times in one
day.  Mitch, your ass is so hot and tight!"  Donnie got up off his knees,
and slapped Mitch's ass.  "Don't go anywhere!"  Then he turned to leave the
family room, but turned to address me.  "Sorry, Dom, I didn't mean any
disrespect to you.  But that ass is intoxicating.  I hope you understand."

     This argument was not between Donnie and me.  I really liked him.
That was one of the endearing qualities that I saw in Donnie when I had
hired him as my assistant manager at Gregerson's FoodMart; he was
personable, intelligent and caring, and it showed through everything he
did.  No, this argument was with Mitch.

     When Donnie had exited the room, closing the door behind him, I turned
to Mitch and repeated my question, "What the fuck does `waiting for
responses' mean, Mitch?"

     "We put a picture of Kye out on the Internet.  A picture of his
shackled, with someone fucking his ass.  We added a few clues, and asked
anyone who had been victimized by 'this guy' to contact us for a little
payback.  We didn't include his name, so responses have to indicate some
knowledge of Kye or they don't get invited."

     "Invited?"

     "More fucking.  Here.  More payback for what Kye has done to people.
If we didn't get at least a dozen replies, we wouldn't go any further.  But
Kye really deserves what he gets; he started all this."

     I was almost afraid to ask the obvious question.  "Any responses so
far?"

     "The picture has only been out on the Internet for less than twenty
four hours.  But that picture of you fucking him..."

     "ME?" I screamed.  "You fucking put a picture of me reaming out Kye's
ass on the Internet?"

     "If anyone can identify you from the navel down, yes, you're out there
on the Internet with Kye's ass swinging on your cock.  But I doubt anyone
will recognize you.  What they might recognize is the scared, painful look
on Kye's face.  You definitely got the best reaction out of him, even if
you didn't plant the biggest cock in his pussy."  Mitch seemed pretty proud
of himself right now.  Time to bring him back to Earth.

     "So, how many responses, so far?"  I asked again.

     Mitch seemed to hesitate, then responded quietly, "Thirty two."  Kye,
who must have been listening to us, responded with a painful cry.  He
finally realized that his ordeal was not nearly over.

     That number of responses surprised me.  I knew Kye was a cocky
bastard, but to have that many people respond so quickly meant he had done
a lot more damage to a lot more people than even I had assumed.

     "How many were you expecting?"

     "No more than a two dozen."

     "And how many are you expecting now?"

     "At this rate, probably over one hundred."  Again, Kye wailed loudly
from behind the ball gag.

     "And how do you intend to manage this circus.  I mean, as long as
we're going to invite half the city in to fuck Kye, why don't we charge
admission, sell cupcakes out on the porch, and set up a hot tub out back
for the fuckers to relax a bit after fucking Kye and before they get their
manicure?"  I was hoping that Mitch would catch my sarcasm; I tried to make
it really obvious.

     "Mitch isn't totally at fault here."  Trey was coming to the rescue of
his long-time buddy, and that just might rub me the wrong way, too.  "I
went along with everything he did.  He's right when he said Kye had it
coming.  And once we set the "forty eight in forty eight" party going, we
talked about all the other people Kye had victimized along the way, and how
they would never get to pay him back.  The idea of the pic on the Internet
seemed reasonable.  We had no idea just how many people felt Kye's wrath
over the years..."  Trey trailed off at the end, when he realized the
enormity of the impact Kye, or any other bully, could have.

     "So what part of pimping him out on the Internet seemed reasonable?"
The tone of my voice told Trey that no answer was necessary; I didn't find
any part of this plan reasonable.

     Neither Mitch nor Trey had anything more to say.  Kye was in no
position to talk.  It was up to me to break the silence.

     "It only seems fair for Kye to make everything right.  So let's begin
by unshackling Kye from this workbench and getting him cleaned up."

     Kye swung his head up in my direction.  Even though he looked
exhausted and sleepy, I thought I sensed a smile from behind the gag.  He
probably thought my mind was going in a different direction than it really
was.

     "Yup, I want him clean before he cleans up this room.  God, it stinks
in here.  Kye, do you want to use water and soap to clean the floor, or are
you going to use your tongue to lick this mess up?"

     "He gets a choice?" Trey and Mitch asked in unison.

     "Of course not.  Don't want him to get sick.  He uses soap and water.
He saves his tongue for our asses, later."  I smiled a sly smile at both
Mitch and Trey.  I think they liked my decision.  And I was feeling a whole
new attitude toward Kye.  I could see him meeting my every need...our every
need... for the rest of our lives.  I just wondered how long it was going
to take, and how much it was going to take, to take to have him agree to my
point of view.


...to be continued...