Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 19:28:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Bryan part 4 (authoritarian)

The 6'2", 212-pound former high school and college
sports star turned off the truck. He'd found lots of
dick in high school, more in college and plenty the
past couple of years while he was engaged. He was
living near St. Louis and with his muscled body,
chiseled face and body, with a brown treasurer trail
leading to his 8" cut fuck stick, he'd found anything
he wanted.
But he wasn't in St. Louis anymore. And he didn't have
that treasure trail.  The 26-year-old married man was
standing outside his owner's apartment, 45 minutes
from his wife and his football team that won a game a
few hours before.
He hadn't even seen his owner face-to-face.
He done a lot of thing he hadn't done a while ago.
"Come up, boy," said the gruff voice through the
intercom.
Bryan ascended the stairs. He stripped off his clothes
at the top and put on the blindfold waiting for him.
No handcuffs this time.
He knocked. He waited.
And waited.
Coach Leather was letting him stand a while.
Bryan then heard a door open, but not the apartment
door. It was the door to the stairwell and it was open
before Bryan could do anything.
"Shit! He wasn't shittin' us, guys. He's standing up
there with a hard-on!!" a guy shouted.
Bryan stood still, in shock. At 1 a.m. in the morning,
he hadn't expected any company at the owner's place,
although being shared was part of his contract.
He wasn't sure how many men he heard come into the
stairwell and start up the stairs, the door closing
behind them.
Just as he thought they'd be near the top, the
apartment door opened.
"Gentlemen! Glad you could make it," Coach Leather
said, grabbing Bryan's 8-inch cock and guiding him
inside, but otherwise ignoring him.
"Who's ready to fuck a winner?" Coach chuckled.
"Damn! I can't believe this guy's a fag," another
voice said.
"He'll swallow and more, men," Coach assured them.
"Start stripping so you can enjoy yourself."
Bryan couldn't see anything, but he could hear men
shedding their clothes.
Coach could see. What he saw was 4 married men from
Bryan's school district taking their clothes off, all
fathers of Bryan's team members. Bryan didn't know it,
but he'd directed Coach to them.
Bryan had mentioned one of the father's offered a son
to Bryan. That father was here. The other 3 were the
fathers of the team members Bryan had noted were
interested in his shaved body. Coach had those 3 boys'
pictures ready on his computer.
The offering father was in his mid-40s, about 5'10,
160 pounds, smooth bod with hair sprouting from his
armpits and crotch, brown. Coach thought he looked
somewhere between average and good looking. When he'd
talked to him on the phone, Ralph had been a little
shocked to find out he was talking with a gay man.
"I don't think I've ever talked with a homo before,"
Ralph had said.
"My understanding is, yer son's a cocksucker," Coach
had said. "I figure like father, like son. But I'm not
looking for a cocksucker. I'm looking for a man or 2
to fuck a nice tight, muscled ass."
He and Coach reached an agreement.
Coach next contacted the 3 fathers of the "interested"
sons. Coach was happy to find Larry, a care-free,
liberal spirit; Mike, who sounded like a jock; and
Antonio, an Italian.
Coach watched Mike strip, revealing a baseball jock
body, kept in shape through years of working out. Mike
was 6'1, 170 pounds, with a lightly hairy chest,
smooth abs and a furry crotch. A 6-inch cut cock
swayed from that forest. Age 36.
Antonio pulled the clothes off his pale white-skinned,
yet hairy body. Black hair. He obviously didn't lay
out in the sun. Antonio wasn't muscled, but had an
average body that would be attractive to most. He was
about Mike's height, but younger at 30. 7-inch uncut.
Coach figured he must have been a stallion in his day
to be 30 and have an 18-year-old son. Do the math...
Larry was the blonde, blue-eyed guy that probably
would fuck anything that bent over. An 8-inch dick was
starting to go up as he exposed his totally-tanned
body. He'd been the one to speak in the stairs when
they spotted Bryan. He was 37.
Of course, the fathers knew each other, and checked
each other out as Coach slipped a collar around
Bryan's neck.
"Nice dick, Ralph," Larry said, reaching out and
stroking it to hardness, until it was its 6.5 cut
stiff. "Your son suck on this yet?"
"No," Ralph said, shoving Larry's hand away.
"Too bad. I know he'd enjoy it," Larry said, turning
an eye to Mike.
"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Ralph asked.
"Get over it, Ralph," Larry said, moving up to Mike
and petting his ass. "Everyone knows you offered your
son to the coach over there."
Larry jerked a thumb toward the bound Bryan, precum
forming a strand of pearly clear liquid from the tip
of his fuck handle to the wood floors.
"So I gave yer stud son a test drive. Fuckin' hot
holes, buddy," Larry said, his hand cupping Mike's ass
and sliding a finger over his pucker. "Fucked my wife
good, too. He's pure stud, Ralph. You should be proud,
not embarrassed."
"Gentleman, I didn't invite you hear to discuss your
families, although that would be a good topic when
we're done. I invited you hear to fuck a jock stud
boy. I believe you all know your sons' football
coach?" Coach Leather asked, drawing attention to the
married coach. "Bend over and grab your ankles, boy."
Bryan did.
"MMMM" growled Larry, petting Mike's hole more. "Nice
man pussy."
All for fathers' dicks were rock-hard at this point,
dripping.
"Tony, try it out," Larry encouraged.
"Squat," Tony whispered. Bryan did and Tony rubbed his
stiff pole against his son's coach's shitter.
"Ever fuck a man, Tony?" Coach Leather asked.
"No."
"Get ready then. Yer wife's not tighter."
Coach lubed Tony's cock, watching the father flinch at
another man's touch. Tony hadn't been gung ho about
fucking another man, but had found the idea hot, so
he'd come. Coach slipped a little lube in Bryan's
hole, then guided the Italian cock to the opening.
"Go for it," Coach L cooed in Tony's ear, pushing his
hips as Tony aimed his dick in the shaved chute.
Ralph moved around to the front of Bryan and put his
honey drizzling cum stick to Bryan's lips.
Precum oozed on to the jock lips and glistened as
Ralph applied the dick honey like lip gloss. "Yeah,
lick it, fag," Ralph said, losing his attitude and
slipping into a lust zone as getting a hummer from his
boy's fag coach.
Meanwhile, Larry had moved behind Mike and had his
8-inch cock massaging muscled-Mike's ass while fingers
tweaked the jock's nipples and Larry's hot breath
excited Mike.
"Those guys are going to double team the coach," Larry
said hoarsely, his tongue tracing the outline of
Mike's left ear. "It's so hot."
Larry's left hand stroked down Mike's slightly hairy
chest and down to the former jock's cock, coating the
thumb in precum and bringing it up to Mike's mouth,
which suckled it as a baby suckles a teat.
Coach Leather watched the fathers. They would gangbang
Bryan and it looked as if Mike would get some cock,
too. Ralph had eased his cock into Bryan's mouth and
the boy was slurping on it like mad. Tony had worked
his cock all the way into Bryan's steamy shit hole and
held it there a minute or two. He started a slow,
rhythmic fuck, enjoy the sensation of fucking a man's
ass, his eyes glazing over in the heat of the time.
Larry was nibbling the back of Mike's neck, fingering
his ass and milking the jock man's cock.
Coach Leather lain on his leather couch, leather chaps
framing his leather jocked-cock and a leather vest
covering his chest. He made eye contact with Larry and
cocked his head to get him to walk Mike over to the
couch. Larry pushed Mike's head down and Mike started
licking Coach's leather clad cock.
Coach smiled. This was working out better than he
planned. He hadn't seen any of the fathers before they
came up the stairwell, but not that he saw them, he
smiled.

To be continued.

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