Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2016 08:20:22 -0400
From: Duane Colwell <ddcolwell@live.com>
Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter 21

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The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner
Subtitle: My Bully


RECAP: Continuing this complicated story.

Jerod, the football player caught Charlie alone and worked him over.
Charlie wants Tanner to punish him.

Tommy, the hulking body builder is training the 'newby's', the Freshman
twinks, Ryan and David, and Tanner is going to teach them posing
techniques.  They are ready for session two, and so is Tanner.

Charlie still needs to resolve his relationship with his father.

Darrell has been forgiven for fucking Charlie, and is now back on good
terms with Tanner.  In fact, Tanner is actually allowing him to come over
for a fuck.  However, Charlie is unclear whether he is going to
participate.

As you may recall, Tanner's mom is still a nut-case, living across the
street; Tanner is now living in Charlie's house in the bedroom next to
Charlie's.  Charlie's dad is back living with them and has become Tanner's
lackey/puppy.  Jim and Rasheed and Larry and Mr. Carson are all out there
waiting and hoping for a turn with Tanner's dick.



 Chapter Twenty-one



Okay, so I got a split lip, a black eye and a big bruise on my cheek.  My
eye wasn't that bad, it hardly swelled at all, and the black and blue
didn't last long.  What really hurt was my cheek, my jaw where he hit me
the third time.  As you know, Jerod is all muscle and he really let me have
it.

"So, how is it?" Tanner asked he gave me a kiss right on the bruise.

"It hurts" I said.  "That asshole really let me have it."

"Your eye and your lip?"

"No, they're okay.  it's just my chin, my cheek that hurts."

"Yeah, it's one hell of a bruise.  Go get that salve and I'll rub it on
you."  It was Friday afternoon, and I'd already had dinner and had come
back up to my room.  I don't know if the salve did anything, but it did
help with the pain.  It also helped a lot that Tanner was giving me such
attention.

After treating my chin, Tanner lay back in the beanbag chair and I snuggled
up next to him.  I loved this position, his arm around me, and me able to
give him soft kisses on his chest and neck and cheek.

"So, what do we do about Jerod?" Tanner said.

"Kill him, I suppose" I said.  Okay, so I laughed, but you can imagine I
wasn't particularly happy with Jerod at the moment.

"He's a good fuck" Tanner said.  "He's particularly slavish and fawning,
and I like that in my boys."

"Yeah, I know.  He's a total pussy when he's with you.  But that's only
when he's with you"

"Well, of course, all my boys are that way.  They have to be stud's in the
real world, I wouldn't accept anything less, but of course they're going to
be pussycats when they're with me.  Jerod is particularly good at it."

"Maybe you can just tell him to leave me alone.  He'll do it if you tell
him."

"Yeah, I can do that.  In fact I will do that.  But that's not enough.  I
can't let him get away with what he did to you.  He knows you're my bud,
and he did it anyway.  That's unacceptable."

That's when I realized that Tanner felt betrayed.  Obviously Tanner knows
I'm a wimp and that Jerod can tear me apart without really trying so he was
not surprised that I got my butt kicked.  In fact, I'm not sure it bothered
him all that much that Jerod had worked me over.  Not that he didn't care
that I got hurt, I just think he was not particularly surprised to see a
certain amount of jealousy among his minions which could lead to violence.
I think he expected it and accepted it.

But, it was by inference, what Jerod had done to him, to Tanner, that
bothered him.  Since Jerod knew that I was somehow special to Tanner, and
he had attacked me anyway, that was a personal affront to Tanner.  That was
something Tanner would not accept.  I wouldn't want to be in Jerod's shoes
when Tanner catches up with him.

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I have really been thinking about my dad.  A lot.  A whole lot.

Tanner said I could have a puppy if I wanted.  Remember?  Remember when he
came into by bedroom with that big grin on his face and said: 'you can have
him if you want him'?

He was talking about my dad.  My dad the lawyer.  The guy who I have hated
for the past four years after he dumped me and mom, leaving us almost
broke.  Tanner says he can be my puppy.

Is that fuckin hot or what?  It's only been a few days, and I've already
had four wet dreams thinking about it.  Actually that's not true.  Yes, I
had wet dreams, but it wasn't me treating him like a puppy, it was Tanner.
Yeah, it was Tanner in my dreams.  I keep reliving that image of my dad
crawling around behind Tanner and licking his ass.

Just about the hottest thing I've ever seen was watching Tanner with my
dad; slapping him around and making him worship his ass.  No only licking
and sucking his ass hole, but making him beg for it and then thanking him
when he was done.  Fuckin hot, man.  Fuckin hot.

But where does that leave me?  My dad wanted to boss me around, but Tanner
told him he couldn't.  I guess Tanner was giving me permission to treat him
anyway I wanted.  But, no matter what, dad and I had to talk and decide
what kind of relationship we were going to have.

Tanner doesn't make my dad strip down to his underwear like he does
everybody else, but he does have to wear his slave collar in the house.
It's a wide black leather thing.  When he arrives home from work in the
afternoon Tanner makes him check in and get his collar.  He has to ask for
it and call Tanner sir, and then Tanner buckles it around his neck.

The truth is, I don't see dad very much.  We have a big house, and he is
usually in the den which he has made into his office.  I cook dinner every
night for him and Tanner and me, but that's about the only contact we have.
And to tell the truth, there has been very little conversation at the table
the last four days.

"You need to talk to him, Charlie" Tanner said.  "You need to clear the
air."

We were still in the beanbag chair, me cuddled up next to him, of course.
This was heaven for me.  I only wish we could do it more often.

"Yeah, I know I should talk to him" I answered.  "But I don't know what to
say.  The last time we talked he was giving me orders, and I didn't like
it."

"I already told you, he won't be giving you any more orders.  Were you
listening?"

"I'm sorry, Tanner, of course I was.  But ...  But ... what else you said."

"I said you could have him as your puppy if you wanted.  I remember" Tanner
said.

"But I don't know how" I said.  "I don't know if I could make him do
things."

"Charlie, I didn't say you should.  I said you could.  I am not
recommending it."

"Oh, you're not?"

"No, I'm not.  You're my bottom boy, and my best bud.  But you're also my
puppy" Tanner chuckled.

Tanner had never said that to me before, but I liked it.  I liked hearing
him saying it.  "I like being your puppy" I said.

"Does my puppy need his own puppy?" he asked me.

"No, of course not.  But I thought ...  I been thinking ..."

Tanner laughed.  "You've been dreaming; wet dreams I'll bet.  You've been
dreaming about making him crawl for you and doing stuff.  Haven't you?"

"Well, yes, kinda" I giggled.  "It really makes me hot."

"Kinda?" he asked.

"Well, it's you.  I dream about you making him do things, making him crawl
and stuff.  I guess I'm just watching."

"You liked watching me the other day, didn't you?  When I was doing your
dad?"  I had done that on the sly, watching from the hallway through the
mirror.  Luckily Tanner didn't get mad when he caught me watching.

"Oh, shit yes, Tanner.  That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"I liked it too" he said.  "It was fun playing with him; slapping him
around and humiliating him.  And you know he loved it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so.  It looked to me like he was enjoying it."

He just sat there thinking for a moment.  "Maybe I'll do it again.  What do
you think?  You want me to put on a show?"

"Shit, yes, Tanner.  I'd love it.  I'd love seeing you doing him again."

"When's Darrell coming over?"

"Right now" I answered.  "Any minute now."  Darrell had asked Tanner if he
could come over and Tanner had agreed.  I don't know what Tanner had in
mind, but generally he just lets me watch.  My best guess was that he'd
fuck Darrell and I'd watch.

But he has pretty much accepted the fact that Darrell and I have feelings
for each other, so I hoped I could somehow get in on the action when he's
fucking.

"Go get your dad.  We'll make it a foursome."

Wow.  That was cool.  I was thrilled.  Twice over thrilled.  If Tanner was
going to do my dad, I could have Darrell to myself.  Actually, that would
be, Darrell having me to himself.  I gave Tanner one final kiss on his
chest and got up and headed downstairs.

Again, I didn't knock on dad's `office' door, but just walked in.  He was
on the phone.

"Tanner wants to see you" I said.

"What?" he said, looking up.

"NOW" I snapped and walked out leaving the door open.  He was wearing his
black leather dog collar.  Yeah, it's probably a slave collar, but I liked
calling it a dog collar better.  Tanner's puppy dog.

He wasn't more than ten seconds behind me when I got back to my bedroom.

"Yes, sir, Tanner" he said as he walked in.  Tanner just stared at him, not
saying anything.  "Ahhh ... Sir".he repeated.  "You wanted me?"

"Where's your leash?" Tanner asked.

"Ahhh, down stairs, sir"

"Go get it.  And strip down to your skivvies."  Dad just stood there
absorbing Tanner's comment.  Then he gulped, and his whole body shook.  I'm
not sure if he was excited or frightened, but he seemed to be temporarily
frozen in place.  "Are you deaf?" Tanner growled.

"No, sir" dad said, and he finally turned and hurried out of the room.

"Go get Darrell" Tanner said to me so I went down to the front door.  Our
timing was perfect because Darrell was walking up the street as I stepped
out on the stoop.  He had a big smile on his face as he came up the steps.

"Hello, beautiful" he said as he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss,
right there in front of the house.  As the kiss went on and on, he actually
put his hand on my butt and lifted me up off my feet.  You know Darrell is
a hunk, and at least half a foot taller than me, so it was like nothing for
him to pick me up.  He swung me around and around as we kissed.  I don't
know how long we kissed, but I didn't want it to end.

"Wow" was all I could say when he finally broke the kiss, but the grin on
my face was enormous.

"You are beautiful, Charlie" Darrell said.

"My champion, my savior" I joked, pointing to my bruised chin.  "My
superman."  We both laughed.  As I led him into the house he stopped me.

"What's Tanner up to?" he asked.  "I hoped maybe you and I could ..."  He
didn't finished the sentence.

"It looks good" I said.  "I think he's going to fuck my dad.  He said we
could have a foursome, so we'll see."  I led Darrell upstairs and into my
bedroom.

Tanner had moved to the bed, sitting on the side holding the leash.  Dad
was on his knees in front of him.

"Woof" my dad said.  ???  Yeah, that's what I heard.

"Charlie, come here.  Meet my new puppy."  I walked over.  "Look at him
pop's" Tanner said.  My dad looked up at me with a sorrowful look on his
face.  "Now bark."  We waited as dad looked back at Tanner, looking into
his eyes.  This had to be very difficult for him, with me, his son,
watching.

"Woof" he said.  Tanner laughed and reached down and fluffed his hair.  I
guessed that this was probably the most humiliating thing my dad had ever
done, acting like a puppy in front of his own son.  I had to wonder if
Tanner was being unnecessarily cruel.

"Good, boy" Tanner laughed.  "Do it again."

"Woof" dad said.

"Okay, now tell Charlie what I said" Tanner said.

"Tanner tells me he's your Master, Charles" dad said as he looked up at me.
"Well, he's my Master too.  We are both his servants."  This sounded like a
prepared speech to me and obviously Tanner had spent some time training him
to say it.  I didn't know they had spent any time together.

"You have a head start on me" he said, "but Tanner's going to allow me to
serve him in any way I can.  He is my Master now, and I am here at his
pleasure."  It sounded stilted, so it was definitely a prepared speech,
dictated by Tanner.

>From the two times I'd seen Tanner with my did, I knew he had captivated
him; conquered him I suppose you could say.  Dad was now his loyal servant,
but even beyond that, he was willing, and even eager to do his bidding,
even to the point of humiliating himself.  But that's what Tanner does to
people.  I think I've mentioned before, maybe a hundred times before; the
stuff Tanner does, he's got to be a god.

"Charlie, are you my puppy?" Tanner asked.

"Well, yeah.  Sure Tanner.  I'm your puppy" I said.  In fact, I loved it
earlier when we were cuddled up in the beanbag chair and he called me his
puppy.  I felt it was a sign of endearment.

"Bark for me" he said.  That struck me as funny, so I immediately barked:
"Woof."  Darrell laughed and I laughed, and even Tanner and dad laughed.
"Two puppies" Tanner chuckled.

I barked again,'woof' and my dad barked,'woof' and even Darrell barked
`woof' as we all laughed.

"Three puppies, I guess" Tanner said.

Tanner stood up and tugged on the leash.  "Pop's and I will use the beanbag
chair, and you guys can wait on the bed.  I don't need you right now so you
can play around if it'll make you happy" he said.

"Yes, sir" Darrell said as he grinned.  "Yes, Master" I said as I grinned
too.  Tugging on the leash, Tanner led my dad across the room and turned on
the TV.  Settling down in the beanbag chair, he put the leash aside and
pointed to his feet.  "

"Start there" he said.  Dad looked at him quizingly for a moment, but then
started kissing Tanner's bare feet.  Obviously dad was going to be spending
a lot of time on his knees.

Darrell and I were just standing there watching, but now he grabbed me in a
kiss. A very rough demanding kiss.  I could feel his hard prick pressing
against me so he was obviously hot and raring to go.  Within seconds he had
one hand down my bikini and was squeezing my ass.  That pretty much cleared
up where this action was going to go: there was no doubt in my mind that I
was going to get Darrell's prick up my butt.

When he finally broke the kiss, he lifted me up, lay me down on the bed and
jerked my bikini off.  Then he put on a show for me.  He wasn't wearing
very much: other than his shoes and socks, he had only a t-shirt, shorts
and his bikini.  But he made stripping look very sexy.  Kissing his biceps,
pinching his tits, rubbing his hands over his rippling abdominals, it was
sexier than hell.  I noticed Tanner was watching too.

When he was naked, Darrell performed a couple bodybuilding poses, showing
off his incredible physique.  I was in total awe of him.  Darrell is such a
hunk. Then he climbed on the bed, got on top of me sitting on my chest.
With his dick in my face, he put his balls against my lips.  I didn't need
any instruction as I opened my mouth and started licking.

God, Darrell is gorgeous.  His very hard dick was bobbing up and down in my
face, but I was able to look past it or around it, looking up at this
glorious boy's muscled body up to his beautiful face and seeing that
amazing smile.  Yes, Darrell was beautiful, although I suppose handsome
might be a better description.  I lapped away at his balls as I continued
staring up at his amazing physique and his handsome face.  Smiling down at
me, he took hold of his dick and rubbed his pre-cum on my forehead.

"Oh shit, Charlie.  You are so beautiful" he said.  Beautiful he says, with
his dick in my face and his balls in my mouth.  He gently rubbed his prick
over my face as I continued worshipping his nut sack.

Tanner had the TV on but out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he seemed
to be watching us more than the TV.  And I liked it.  I liked him watching.
My dad was still licking his feet but Tanner was ignoring him completely.

Then Darrell slid up, putting his ass right in my face and giving me access
to his crack.  "Go Charlie" he said.  "Go to it."  I stuck out my tongue.
He let out a gasp of pleasure as I started licking.

"My beautiful little boy" I heard him say.  "My beautiful little boy with
my ass in his face."  Then he started sliding his ass back and forth over
my face as I licked.  "Don't just lick, baby" he said.  "Suck on it. Get in
there and suck my ass."  I started sucking and licking, getting incredibly
turned on.  I loved doing this .  I loved doing this for Darrell, this big
lug that I was learning to love.  "Come on, Charlie.  Suck.  Suck your
man's ass.  Get in there."

I jammed my tongue in, forcing his tight little hole to open and take me
in.  "Oh shit, Charlie.  That's it.  That's it. Eat my fucking ass."
Darrell was moaning and groaning as I jammed my tongue in, so I knew I was
really doing a number on him.

I think the pleasure must have been almost excruciating, more than he could
handle, because he moved back down putting his dick in my face.  Evidently
getting his ass licked was making him too hot.  "Oh shit, Charlie, you're
driving me crazy" he moaned.

He slid down a little further, grabbed my head, and pushed his dick in my
mouth.

"Get me ready, baby" he gasped.  "Get me ready so I can fuck you."

Get him ready?  What the fuck?  He couldn't be any more ready than he was
already.  His prick was like a steel rod, and he was gasping and moaning.
He sounded like he was going to ejaculate any second now.  But, if Darrell
wants to get sucked, he's damn well going to get sucked.  I let him slide
it in and started sucking like crazy.

"Oh, shit, Charlie" he said after only a few seconds.  "That's enough.
That's enough."  He pulled out and slid down my body so he was lying flat
on top of me.  His lips latched onto mine.

I was loving it.  I was going crazy, almost overwhelmed with lust and
desire.  The truth is I'm a dedicated bottom and there's nothing more
thrilling than being used by a hunk like Darrell.  A real man, a gorgeous
man, a dominant man who wants to use me for his pleasure.  It was like an
elixir.  Incredibly exciting and gratifying.  I wanted him to use me and
use me up, taking total control and doing whatever he wanted with me.

Darrell put his knees between my legs, forcing them apart.  Breaking the
kiss, he got up on his knees and pulled my legs into the air onto his
shoulders.  He wasn't wasting any time.  He was ready to fuck.

Suddenly, Tanner spoke up.  "Darrell, get over here.  I need a talented
cocksucker."  This shocked me and Darrell both, of course.  A real shock.
I mean, Darrell's dick was dripping and he was within seconds of sticking
it up my butt.

I've told you over and over about this special ability that Tanner has,
this power he has over his minions, literally a supernatural control.  A
godlike supremacy over us.  So, without a single second's hesitation,
Darrell was up off of me and hurrying across the room.

Now, you're not going to believe this, but I gotta say it.  Just keep in
mind all the stuff I been saying about Tanner; how unique he is.  Here
goes: I was happy for Darrell.

Hell yes, I wanted him to fuck me; I was hot and ready and panting with
lust.  But being allowed to suck Tanner's prick was such an honor, I was
thrilled for Darrell.

 I mean, I loved Darrell, but we both loved and worshiped Tanner totally
and knew we were here to serve at his pleasure.  Serving Tanner was such an
incredible privilege; this was literally what we lived for.  So, you better
believe that Darrell jumped at the chance.  Not jump; leap.  He was over at
the beanbag chair in less than two seconds.

"Yes, sir" he gasped in excitement.

"Charlie's dad needs a lesson in cocksucking" Tanner said, "and I told him
you were an expert.  You wouldn't make a liar out of me would you?"

"Of course not, Master" he said.

"You are an expert aren't you?"

"I hope so, Master."

"Show me" Tanner said.  "Let's find out how good you really are."

My dad's face was buried in Tanner's crotch; he's evidently been licking
his balls.  Darrell simply grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head up,
and then shoved him away, knocking him over on his butt.  Darrell got
between Tanner's legs, licked his lips and looked up in Tanner's face.

Tanner nodded his head.  Darrell licked his lips again took a deep breath
and went down on Tanner's enormous prick.

I knew he had something to prove since Tanner called him an expert, so he
was going to outdo himself and make this the best blowjob of the century.
He had to prove Tanner's faith in him was justified.  Taking the dick in
his mouth, he went down and down and down until his lips and nose were
mashed against Tanner's crotch.

"Oh, shit" Tanner moaned in pleasure.  Darrell stayed there and stayed
there holding that monster in his throat.  I knew he must be doing
wonderful things with his tongue because Tanner couldn't stop moaning.
Then Darrell jerked his head three times, pushing forward and banging his
face against Tanner's crotch, getting a couple more centimeters of cock
into his throat.  I was astonished, and I think Tanner was too.  I know
damn well my dad was astonished, as he sat there looking on in awe.

"Way to go, baby" Tanner chuckled as Darrell finally pulled back.  Darrell
wasn't gasping desperately for breath as I expected, but I realized that
that was for show.  Hell yes, he was desperate, but he was pretending that
there was nothing to it.

To prove his point to us, he did it again. Exactly the same way.
Swallowing all ten inches and then banging his face against Tanner's
crotch, trying to jam it in even deeper.

"Oh, shit yeah, you're the expert alright" Tanner laughed.  "Now go to it,
honey.  Hot and heavy."  No languid drawn out blow job for Tanner today.
He was ready.

I knew what was going to happen since Tanner was already raring to go.
When he gets this hot he doesn't just accept a blowjob as much as he simply
takes it.  So I knew he was going to take control.  He grabbed Darrell's
head with both hands and started bobbing him up and down on his prick.  He
was feeding Darrell about eight inches as he got a pretty good rhythm
going, jerking his head up and down.

Every half-a-dozen thrusts or so, he would force Darrell all the way down
on his prick and push his hips up to meet him, jamming it all the way in.
Then he's swivel his hips a bit getting incredible pleasure form the feel
of his prick deep in Darrell's throat. I'm not sure how Darrell was able to
breathe, but somehow he seemed to be managing.

Darrell was literally nothing more than a rag doll now as Tanner took
complete control, jerking his head and upper body around, trying to get the
maximum pleasure possible from that hot mouth.  He gradually began to pick
up speed.

And what was I doing?  I was still lying on the bed, my hand on my very
hard dick, watching.  And I got to tell you something else.  Of course I
was upset that Darrell wasn't fucking me, but even more, I was upset
because it wasn't me over there giving Tanner so much pleasure.  It looked
like his eyes had rolled back up into his head from the excitement and
pleasure of Darrell's mouth..  I wanted that enormous prick in my mouth.  I
wanted Tanner to be jamming my face into his crotch.  I wanted it to be me
that Tanner was looking at and using with such incredible enjoyment.  I
know I had to share Tanner among the member's of his 'haram', but that
didn't mean I had to like it.  Okay, so I loved Darrell, but right now I
was jealous.

Then Tanner really got at it, being rougher than I'd ever seen him,
actually violent, as he rammed his prick into Darrell's throat.  Was he mad
at Darrell for some reason?  He was obviously out of control with the
passion of the fuck, but he seemed to be particularly brutal about it.

Letting out an enormous howl: `yeeaaooh' Tanner started to blow. I don't
think Darrell had had a decent breath for minutes now but somehow he seemed
to hold on while Tanner's cum gushed into his throat.

But then it became too much, more than he could stand, and he did the
unforgivable; he choked.  He choked and coughed, coughing up Tanner's prick
and spewing Tanner's cum all over his crotch.

"You little shit.  You little son-of-a-bitch" Tanner shouted, as he fired
shot after shot into Darrell's face. I wasn't sure whether those were
statements of endearment, or statements of censure since he was in the
middle of a euphoric ejaculation.  Darrell was still coughing
uncontrollably while Tanner's prick was still spewing out cum into his
face.  But Tanner looked like he was enjoying it.

I just watched; Charlie the watcher.  But I watched in awe.

Once Tanner's ejaculation had finished he finally spoke.  "You little
fucker" he chuckled.  "I thought you were the expert."

Darrell was humiliated.  Humiliated and horrified that he had choked and
made such a mess.  "I'm so sorry, Master" he said.  "I'm so fuckin sorry."
He was still gasping for breath as he looked up at Tanner, his face
dripping with cum.

Tanner had been laughing, so I knew he enjoyed fucking Darrell's face.  I'm
sure he even enjoyed Darrell upchucking and choking, since he deliberately
caused it by being so brutal.  But, Tanner being Tanner, he never accepted
anything he considers less than perfection.

"You need to get with it" Tanner said.  "Fucking your pretty face is almost
as good as taking your ass, but you've got to handle it."  He reached down
and fluffed Darrell's hair.  "You'll do better next time, won't you?"

"Yes, sir, Master.  Absolutely, Master.  Thank you" Darrell said.  "I'm
really sorry."

"Next time you've got to concentrate on my dick, and not Charlie's ass."
Darrell and I simply froze.  Completely shocked.  What did Tanner say?
Darrell wasn't concentrating?

"Master" Darrell protested.  "I wasn't ..."  Tanner grabbed him by the
hair; he wasn't fluffing it this time.  He jerked his head up.

"I let you boy's play, it doesn't mean you're not here to serve me" he
said.  I was stunned but I didn't say anything.  This was up to Darrell,
but I thought Tanner was being unfair.  He specifically gave us permission
to fuck.  At least I think he did.

So was he being unfair?  Of course he has the right to expect one hundred
percent from us at all times, and maybe we got carried away with each
other.  Just because we felt we had permission, didn't mean that we could
ignore our primary duty: serving our Master.

"Master, please.  I didn't ..." Darrell protested.  Tanner slapped him.

"You going to give me excuses?" he snapped.  My dad and I both cringed
while Darrell sat there speechless, frozen in place.  Obviously, Tanner was
not going to accept any excuses.

There was a long pause, thirty seconds or more, and as I watched, tears
appeared in Darrell's eyes.  Tanner slapped him again. Darrell took it
without making a sound.

Then Darrell spoke, very softly, his voice breaking.  "Please forgive me,
Master" he whimpered.  He leaned forward and kissed Tanner's hand.  The
hand that had just hit him.  "I'm so sorry.  I'm very sorry I didn't serve
you better."  He kissed Tanner's hand again.

Then Tanner looked at me.  Stared at me.  That's when I realized that there
was more than one person in the room who needed to apologize.  It wasn't
Darrell alone who got carried away with the excitement of the moment.  I
jumped off the bed and hurried over and got on my knees next to Darrell.

"I ..." was as far as I got when Tanner slapped me.  It stung.  Tanner is
not gentle.  "I'm sorry, Master" I said, trying again.  "I'm very sorry."
I expected it but he didn't hit me again.  "Please forgive me" I said.  "We
just got carried away."

"Go get me a towel" Tanner said.  "No, never mind.  You clean it up.  Clean
up this mess."  I was right there at Tanner's feet, so I just leaned
forward and started licking up the cum Darrell has spit onto his crotch.
It took a while but there was not a sound in the room as I licked it all
up.

Without a word, when I was finished, Tanner stood up and went into the
bathroom.  I heard him turn on the shower.  I was still looking down at the
floor, and I think Darrell was too, but I wasn't about to move without
Tanner's approval.  Dad was still there on his knees as well, all of us
surrounding the beanbag chair.

It wasn't much more than five minutes before Tanner came back into the
bedroom drying himself with a towel.

"On the bed" he said.  Darrell and I assumed he was talking to us, so we
went over and sat on the side of the bed.  Tanner walked up to us.

"You choke on me again I'm going to kick your ass" he said to Darrell.
"You learn how to handle my dick."

"Yes, sir.  Yes, Master" Darrell answered instantly.

"Now, I told you boys that you could play, but I guess I don't want to see
it."  My ears perked up.  Was Tanner admitting he made a mistake?  Really?
"So, you can fuck all you want.  I don't mind.  But when you're with me,
you focus.  You focus on nothing but me and my needs.  I'm your Master and
you will always remember who you are.  You're my boys.  I own you.  You're
here to serve and nothing else."

"Yes, Master" we both said at the same time.

But, I had to force myself to keep from smiling.  Yeah, I didn't dare
smile, but it was clear to me that Tanner was apologizing to us.  Yes, he
was.  Like, maybe, for the first time ever, he was apologizing.  And what
was he apologizing for?  I'm sure he didn't even realize it, but he was
apologizing for being jealous.  Maybe he didn't realize it, but I sure did.
He was jealous watching Darrell and me getting it on.

Can you believe it?  Tanner jealous?  Is that possible?

"Darrell, you're staying here tonight" he said.  "And I expect you to fuck
Charlie all night long."

He turned away and looked over at my dad.  "Get the leash" he said.  My dad
stayed on his knees as he crawled over and picked up the leash and brought
it to Tanner.  Tanner snapped it on.  "Get your face in my ass" he said.
Dad looked up at Tanner, and then at Darrell and me, and then back up at
Tanner.  Even if his son was watching, he knew what he had to do.  Tanner
just stood there, not moving, forcing my dad to crawl around behind him and
press his face into his ass.

Tanner didn't move for a minute or so, evidently just enjoying the feel of
that tongue starting to lick up and down his crack.  Then he reached back,
jammed my dad's face in tight, and wiggled his ass.  "Oh, yeah" he moaned
in pleasure.  "Eat it, baby.  Eat it."

Then, giving the leash a jerk, he then headed for the door with my dad
crawling along behind.

"I've never slept with a tongue up my ass before" he said with a chuckle as
he glanced back at us.  "I think I'm going to like it."  He left my bedroom
pulling my dad along behind him.

Darrell and I were still sitting on the side of the bed, but he now stood
up and turned to look at me.  He stared into my eyes for just a second and
then lifted me up and dropped me in the middle of the bed.  Two seconds
later he was sitting on my chest with his dick in my face.

"Now where were we?" he asked.  I started to laugh, but before I could do
anything Darrell was already pushing his ball sack into my mouth.

"You gotta get me hard all over again" he chuckled.  "But that's okay.  I
like the way you do it."  This time he actually got his fingers in there,
pushing his balls, and forcing both of them into my mouth.  "Now suck on
them, baby" he said as he grabbed his growing prick.  "Show me you love
'em."

And I tried to do just that; make love to Darrell's balls.  I loved
Darrell, I loved everything about him, but I really, really loved Tanner.
It's hard to describe except to say that they were different kinds of love.
There simply aren't words to describe my love for Tanner, it's more like an
obsession: passion almost to the point of madness.  But with Darrell, I was
simply falling head over heels.  I'm not sure whether it was head over
heels in love, or head over heels in lust, but it was pretty wonderful
either way.

He had me sucking his balls for at least five minutes before he finally
pulled them out.  He was playing with his dick the whole time, and there
was no doubt it was back up to full measure now.

"Now my ass, baby" he said as he slid up, moving his crack into my face.
"That felt so damn good last time.  Come on, babe, get in there."  So I
went back to work on his ass.  I told you how much I love this, being under
the control of a hunk, being used to give pleasure to a real top man.  And
there ain't no doubt, Darrell is a top.

'Mmmmm" I moaned in pleasure as I jammed my tongue back into his hole and
started slurping.

"Ohhh, shit, yeah" Darrell moaned as I worked his butt.  Two guys moaning
and groaning, one on top and one on the bottom, and both having the time of
their lives.  This went on and on.  "Shit, babe" Darrell finally said.  "I
don't never want to let you stop.  Jesus, this feels good."

But finally, he slid back off of me, getting between my legs and lifting
them up.  Spreading them wide and pushing me up, he actually pushed me up
on the back of my head and my shoulders.  Then he buried his face in my
ass.

"Ooooooh, Daaaaarell" I moaned as he started licking.  Jesus, yes, it was
wonderful.  Getting your ass worshipped is like ... it's like ... actually,
it's indescribably wonderful.  "Ooooooh, Darrell" I said again in the
throes of passion.

This only went on for a couple minutes, bacause I knew Darrell was getting
hot.  He was moaning and groaning as he licked.  So, finally lowering me
back down on the bed, he surprised me by climbing back on top.  Grabbing me
by the hair, he pulled my head up and jammed his dick in my mouth.

"Slobber me up good, baby" he said.  "Get me ready."  So I did.  Getting as
much spit on his prick as I could.  Then my legs were back in the air and
his very hard dick was pressing against my little pucker.  He pushed.

It didn't want to go in at first but Darrell was not going to be denied as
he pushed in harder.  And, pop, just like that, the head of his dick
snapped in.  It hurt, of course it hurt, it hurt like crazy, but it was
wonderful.  Darrell spread my legs wide and kept pushing, one long slow
thrust jamming it in until it was buried completely in my ass.

"Open your eyes" he said to me, and I looked up into his smiling face.
"Was this worth waiting for?" he asked.  "Huh?"

"Oh, yes, Darrell" I gasped.  "Yes, yes, yes."  Okay, so it was hurting
like hell, but seeing that look of satisfaction on Darrell's face made it
unimportant.  I was giving pleasure to my topman, my dominant lover.

"Gonna fuck you royally" he said as he now pulled back, and pushed in all
the way again.  He continued like that, long slow thrusts as he stared into
my eyes.  I was in awe of how handsome Darrell was, how amazingly
attractive he was.  How powerful and dominant he was with me.  Head over
heels in love?  Yeah, that was it: love.

So, yes, Darrell fucked me.  He fucked me twice and I blew him once.  He
offered to suck me off but I refused.  Yes, I refused.  I'm a confirmed
bottom boy and I'm here to serve my 'dom' and I don't expect to get blown.
In fact it would be an incredible turn-off to see my 'alpha' on his knees
sucking me.  My 'alpha's' don't do that.  Darrell did jerk me off twice and
licked my ass both times before he fucked me.  I loved it.

I have to assume my dad spent the night with his tongue up Tanner's ass.
And I'll bet he liked it as much as Tanner did.

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As always on Saturday, Tanner and I had worked out early at the `Tower Gym'
in town.  By `we' I mean Tanner worked out and I did `toning'.  Tanner says
I don't have to build muscle but I have to keep my body `toned'.  He says
it's not my body that turns him on, it's my 'soul'.  I'm not sure what that
means, but when he says it and looks at me in that way, I get all hot and
bubbly inside and it almost makes me swoon.

In truth I mostly just watch him.  I mean, how could I not; watching that
glorious body stretching and pumping in all it's incredible perfection.

It was now 9:00 A.M.and I had served breakfast, and my dad was with us.

"Any instructions for daddy this morning, Charlie?" Tanner asked.  It was
pretty clear that anything that my dad and I had to say to each other was
going to go through Tanner.  I still didn't like him for what he did to me
and mom, and I had no intention of developing some sort of relationship.

"I need three hundred dollars a week for groceries."  I was looking at
Tanner, not dad as I said it.  Tanner looked at dad expectantly.

"Two hundred" dad said.

I decided not to argue since I knew three hundred was an exaggeration.  "I
need it now" I said.

"I'll get it to you today" he said.  I considered arguing the point since I
had planned to shop right after lunch, but Tanner didn't give me a chance.

"And, daddy?" he said.  "What have you got?"

"Charlie's got to mow the lawn" dad said.

"Somebody's got to mow the lawn" Tanner corrected "but not Charlie.
Actually, Jerod's going to do it."  Dad didn't know who Jerod was, so it
didn't mean anything to him, but I was surprised.  I knew Tanner had plans
for Jerod; I knew he was going to be punished, and I was looking forward to
it.  But this was not what I expected.  I gave Tanner a look, but he just
smiled.  Whatever!  At least I didn't have to mow the lawn.

"As long as it gets done" dad said.

 We went up to my room.  I didn't have to strip him because we were already
stripped; both of us wearing matching navy blue bikini's.  Matching except
his were fitting around his bubble butt in back and a substantial bulge in
front.  My butt was flat and my little wienee wasn't showing anything in
front.

"So the twinks are coming over this morning for another posing lesson" I
said to Tanner.

"Yeah, Tommy's bringing them by at ten" he said reaching down and rubbing
his crotch.  "I suppose we'll get to the posing."

"You said they were too young" I said, looking at his grinning face.

"I don't think I said they were too young.  I would say they're just the
right age to be broken in" he laughed.  "And there are two sets of virgin
buns there just aching to be broke in by this dick of mine."  He laughed
and I laughed along with him.  From what I had seen at the first session, I
had no doubt they'd be more than willing to give their virginity to Tanner.

"Jim's bringing Jerod over this morning at 9:30" Tanner said.  I knew that
the twinks, Ryan and David, were coming over at ten but I was surprised to
hear Jerod was coming over.  But I was excited.  Tanner said he was going
to do something to Jerod for him beating me up, and I was really looking
forward to seeing Tanner kick the shit out of him.  But only half-an-hour?
That wasn't enough time to do the job right.

But I did understand Tanner's problem here.  How do you punish a masochist?
A masochist loves getting beat up and fucked, so it's not a punishment.
Besides, getting fucked by Tanner, was never, ever a punishment for
anybody; it was an honor and we all knew it.  I mean, all we members of
Tanner's 'haram' were impatiently waiting around hoping it was going to be
our turn to get his dick next.

So if Tanner beats Jerod up, it will just turn him on and get him excited.
And if Tanner fucks him, Tanner is honoring him.  It's a conundrum.  It's
certainly not punishment.  And there was another issue here as well.
Tanner liked Jerod; he liked fucking him.  And Jerod adored Tanner so much
and was so obsequious that as much as I hated the kid, I knew Tanner
wouldn't dump him.

So, anyway, I knew Tanner was going to do something, but I didn't know
what.

Tanner and I had not even had time to sit down at the X-box before Jim
walked into the room with Jerod at his heels.  Jerod was barely in the room
when he dropped to his knees and bowed his head.  Okay, so he knew what was
coming.  He knew he was in for it for beating me up.

Tanner walked over to him, jerked his head up by the hair and slapped him.
"Who are you?" he snapped.

"I'm, I'm, I'm ..." Jerod stuttered, not quite knowing what to say.  "I'm
Jerod?" he said, making it sound like a question.  Tanner slapped him
again.

"Who are you?" he repeated

"I'm, I'm your slave" Jerod said hesitantly, hoping that was what Tanner
wanted to hear.

"Whose Slave?"

"Yours.  Your slave.  Tanner's slave."

"You damaged my property.  You damaged your Master's property."

"I ..., I ..., I ...,." he stuttered.

"You have one option only.  You will never do it again.  You will never
even think of doing it again."

I saw instant relief in Jerod's face.  Tanner wasn't going to dump him.  I
guess that was the worst case scenario for him so he was off the hook.  I
wasn't surprised, that's what I expected.

"Okay, Tanner, of course.  I'm sorry.  If he belongs to you I won't touch
him again."  Okay, so he's sorry.  Big deal.  Now I wanted to see the
punishment.  I wanted to see Tanner really kick his ass.

"Crawl over to Charlie and beg him for forgiveness" Tanner said.  Jerod
crawled over to me.

"Please forgive me, Charlie" he said.  I looked over at Tanner.  Was I
supposed to forgive him?  Just like that?

"Tanner?" I asked.  He didn't respond, giving me no hint of what he wanted.
But I guess I knew; he warned me to forgive him.  Obviously Tanner wanted
to keep him around, he wanted to continue fucking him so that meant I had
to forgive him.  "Okay" was all I said.

"Charlie" Tanner said.  That was obviously a reprimand.  Shit, he was
making it seem like I was the one apologizing.

"Alright, I accept your apology" I snapped.  Yes, I snapped.  This wasn't
fair.  This ass-hole had beat me up; I still had the bruises, and Tanner
was making me let him off the hook.  And Tanner hadn't punished him.  Two
little slaps and an apology; that wasn't punishment.

This seemed to satisfy Tanner.  "Good" he said.  He snapped his fingers and
Jerod got up and went to him.  Tanner pulled him into a hug, one hand
around his back and one hand digging into his ass, and started kissing him.
You can bet I was annoyed.  "I'll see you tomorrow" Tanner said when he
finally pushed Jerod away.

He then stepped over to Jim and gave him a quick peck on the lips.  "See
you tomorrow, Jim" he said. Jim and Jerod left together.

Tanner turned to me and just starred into my eyes.  Was he mad at me?  He
could see I was pissed that he let Jerod off so easy.  He just kept
staring, and I began to get nervous.  Maybe he was mad.

Then he finally stepped over to me taking my head in both of his hands and
looking at me from inches away.  "You're my boy, Charlie.  You're always my
best boy.  Remember that."  He pulled me into a long sweet kiss.  God, I
loved him.

So, my revenge against Jerod was getting the lawn mowed.  Not much
punishment, really.  But, I was secure in the knowledge that I was still
Tanner's number one.

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Now, about those two twinks, Ryan and David.  Tommy was bringing them by
for another posing session this morning.  Tanner had refused to fuck them
at the first session, saying they were too young.  But he joked to me that
they were now three days older; not so young anymore.  Tommy promised that
they would still be virgin when they arrived today, but I was pretty well
convinced that they were not going to remain virgin much longer.

I couldn't wait until ten o'clock to see it.

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To my readers:

Sorry, it took so long for this chapter.  I needed some time off.  I hope
the story continues to intrigue you and keep you interested.

As always, I live for your responses.

Duane

gladiatorkid@hotmail.com

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