Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2001 12:38:34 -0500
From: lukex <lukex@subdimension.com>
Subject: Servicing Brad, part 4

Part 4.  Brad arranges a special event.
lukex@subdimension.com

	The next day, as I got home from work, Brad was putting stuff into
his gym bag and getting ready to head out.  He was shirtless and just
wearing some loose-fitting gym shorts.  I plopped down on the couch and
watched him.  At this point, I was brazen about looking him over, and I
never tired of watching that incredible body.  He didn't even acknowledge
my staring any more.
	As he finished getting his stuff together and started to head out,
he asked me about the previous day, if I really liked doing that, having
them force me to suck their dicks and swallow their cum.  I told him the
truth - that nothing got my dick harder than a hunky stud fucking my face
and shooting his cum all over me.  He asked if it bothered me when they
"forced" me, and I explained that the sensation of being forced, or
restrained, only heightened the pleasure.
	He just sort of shook his head.  "Whatever," he said and grabbed
his T-shirt and started past me.
	"Hang on," I said.  "How about a quick blow job?"
	"Christ," Brad said back.  "You don't let up.  When I get home
later, I'll dump a load on ya."  He smiled and walked out.
	I had dinner and watched TV a little.  I was reading when Brad came
in a couple of hours later.  "Hi, Brad," I said.
	"Shut up, faggot, and get down on the floor," Brad said roughly as
he dropped his gym bag.
	"What's wrong with you?" I said back.
	Brad quickly replied, "I said shut up and get on the floor, you
fucking cocksucker.  Now fucking do it."
	I knelt down on the floor in front of the couch and Brad walked
over.  "No, I said down on the floor," he said and he grabbed my shoulders
and pushed me back.  I toppled over onto the floor.  "Lie on your back," he
said, and I rolled myself onto my back.  He stood with his feet on either
side of my head and looked down at me.  His hair was damp from his shower,
and he seemed even more well-muscled than usual, probably because he'd just
finished exercising.
	"Move over here," he said and pushed against the side of my head
with his sneaker, positioning me into the center of the floor.  He peeled
his T-shirt off over his head, and I watched from down beneath him
admiringly as the muscles in his chest and arms became visible as he lifted
it over his head.  Then he knelt down on me, and pulled my arms from my
sides and up above my head.  He held them down tightly against the floor
and slid his body down until his crotch was above my face.  Brad pushed his
pelvis down into my face and started grinding his crotch into me.  He was
wearing jeans, and I could feel the cold from his belt buckle against my
forehead as he crushed himself into my face.  He did this for a minute or
so, and then got back up on his knees.  He kept one hand holding my arms
down, and with the other he unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans, which
he pulled down to about half-way down his thighs.
	Then he slid himself forward again and his now uncovered cock and
balls were back in my face.  His cock was pretty hard, though not fully
erect.  He had leaned so far over, and my head was so hard against the
floor, that I didn't have enough room to move my mouth to get at his cock.
The best I could do was lick it a little, and he kept sliding it around
towards my mouth, but at that angle, and as hard as he was, there wasn't
any way to get it in my mouth.
	"Fuck, homo, put my fucking dick in your mouth.  What are you
waiting for?  Start sucking."  But I still couldn't get it.  Finally, Brad
pulled up somewhat and grabbed his dick in his hand (the hand that wasn't
holding my arms down).  "Jesus Christ, faggot, when I tell you to put my
cock in your mouth, you fucking do it," he said, actually sounding kind of
angry, and then he pushed his dick deep into my mouth.  He kept pushing
down until he got it all the way inside and then he leaned all the way
forward again.  His balls were resting on my chin and my nose was pressed
tight into his pubic hair.  And his whole body was lying on top of me.
	I lay there breathing through my nose as I waited for him to lift
off me or start a fucking motion.  But he just kept his cock pressed deep
down my throat.  "Maybe you need to learn what it feels like to have this
cock in your mouth so you'll know next time what I mean when I tell you to
take my dick," he said.  "So let's let your little faggot mouth get totally
familiar with it."  And he just kept pressing down, and with the angle he
was at, it was like he was forcing his cock into my throat with his whole
body weight.  I started to gasp for air and couldn't breathe.  I felt
myself close to gagging, and I swallowed to try and head it off.  I kept
swallowing, which stopped me from gagging, and he just kept his dick in
there tight for what seemed like forever.  Finally I couldn't hold off and
felt myself about to gag.  I tried to get my arms free and to pull away but
I couldn't.  Brad just tightened his hold and said, "You keep that dick
there, faggot.  Choke on that big dick.!  "  I kept swallowing whenever I
felt myself starting to gag or choke, but eventually I just couldn't help
it and started choking and coughing, and Brad pulled up and out.  I coughed
and caught my breath.
	"Maybe you need a little rest from my cock, huh?  Why don't you
suck on my balls for a while."  And he dropped his crotch back into my
face, slipping one of his balls down into my mouth.  I sucked and licked it
for a while, and Brad again stretched his body all the way back out.  This
put his raging hard penis in my face, running from just above my mouth to
my forehead.  It was very slippery from all my saliva, and Brad started
moving it back and forth against my face.
	"You just keeping sucking on those balls, faggot," Brad said as he
began thrusting his cock against my face.  The shaft of his penis ran
alongside my nose and its head slid against my forehead and into my hair,
sometimes dipping down into my eye.  I kept tonguing at his juicy balls,
licking them all over and sucking them into my mouth one at a time.  I
could feel the weight of his taut, muscular body on top of me, as his dick
kept sliding across my face and his rock-hard stomach just above it.  He
kept this up for several minutes and then without warning let out a low
moan as his cock started to pour semen all over my face and forehead and my
hair.
	After he'd finished coming, he lay on top of me for several more
minutes.  I could feel a trail of cum slowly starting to roll down the side
of my cheek.  Then Brad pulled himself up, and as he was standing he looked
down at me and laughed.  "Going prematurely gray, roomie," he said and
laughed again.
	I looked at him, puzzled, and he pointed at my hair.  "Looks that
way anyway.  But I guess a cocksucker like you sometimes just gets lots of
cum in his hair."  He repackaged his cock into his jeans, wiped his brow,
and plopped down on the couch.  "D'you eat yet?" he said, as he reached for
the remote. "I'm starved."


	Two weeks later, and it was a Friday night - my birthday.  Brad had
suggested we do something for my birthday, and we had made plans to meet at
the apartment.  We'd had a pretty quiet two weeks, only one early morning
blow job when Brad had surprised me as I was heading in to the shower and
pushed me down to my knees on the tile in the bathroom and fucked my face
hard.
	I got back to our place and there was a note taped to the door.  I
pulled it down and unfolded and read it as I unlocked the door.  "Sorry,
roomie," it read, "something came up.  I'm gonna be a few hours late.  We
can hang out when I get home.  --Brad"
	I stepped inside and dropped my bag by the door, disappointed.  I
kicked off my shoes and headed into the living room.  Suddenly without
warning I felt someone grab me from behind, wrapping his arms around my
torso, imprisoning my arms on either side of me.  I started trying to
wriggle free, when I felt another pair of hands grab my head.
	"What the fuck," I started to shout, when one of them stuffed a rag
into my mouth.  The one holding me was very strong, and though I struggled
I couldn't break free.  Then the other one pulled some cloth across my
eyes, tying it tightly behind my head and completely blocking my vision.
	Once he had blindfolded and gagged me, the other one let me go.  I
reached up to pull off the blindfold when one of them threw his weight into
me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me down to the floor.  We fell
to the floor in a tumble, and he piled himself onto me, grabbing my arms
and holding them pinned above my head.  I felt someone grabbing my feet and
pulling them together; I tried to kick them free but I could barely move at
all.
	He tied some kind of soft rope around my ankles, pulling them close
and tying it tight.  Then he moved up and wrapped more rope around my
thighs, again, tightly restraining them.
	I heard an unfamiliar voice say, "Wait, let me turn this cocksucker
over," and then the guy on top of me rolled me over onto my stomach, and
pulled my arms behind my back.  More of the rope was wrapped around my
wrists, and they tied them together securely.  Lastly, they wrapped one
strand of the rope around my torso, binding my arms to my sides.
	I could sense them stepping away from me, and I heard a voice,
quiet and familiar, say, "I think that's pretty good."  I realized it was
Marcus, and felt relief.  I had been startled and frightened when I walked
in and got attacked, though it had happened so fast I hadn't really had
much time to think.  Hearing Marcus's voice made me realize this wasn't
some kind of random act of violence.  I still didn't know what was going
on, of course, and was more than a little worried about it, but somehow
hearing Marcus, who had always seemed like a pretty decent guy, made me
feel a little better.
	Someone reached down and turned me around, and then maneouvered me
into a sitting position.  My blindfold was removed.
	I looked up into one of the most handsome faces I had ever seen.
He was looking down at me, with a small smirk.  He had longish brown hair,
stylishly fashioned, dark captivating eyes, and a pair of luscious barely
parted lips.  He stepped back slightly, to reveal a hot bod.  He was
dressed in a tank top that draped over his sturdy pecs and revealed broad
shoulders and pleasantly muscular arms; slightly baggy jeans gave good form
to athletic legs and an intriguingly profiled package.
	As I looked around, I saw Marcus standing to the side.  He looked a
little sheepish, embarassed maybe.  He was wearing a pair of shorts and a
tight-fitting T; he looked hotter than ever.  I felt my dick harden, as I
thought about his delicious cock.
	I spit the gag out of my mouth and took a deep breath.  The new guy
just laughed and said, "That's okay.  We won't need that anymore, will we,
cocksucker?"
	I took a deep breath.  "What is this, Marcus?  Did Brad put you up
to this?"
	Marcus started to say Yes and the other guy cut him off.  "Never
mind, faggot.  Don't you worry about what we're doing here.  Just think
about the thick dick that's gonna be stuffed down your throat in a minute."
He started to unbuckle his belt.
	I looked up at them, obviously unable to do anything.  It occurred
to me that Brad must have arranged this, knowing I would be home, expecting
him to be there to hang out.  I couldn't quite figure out why, though; did
he get off somehow by having me service other people?  As I watched, the
new guy kicked off his tennis shoes, removed his socks, pulled off his
jeans and peeled off his tank top, revealing an astonishingly sexy body and
a bulging crotch in his boxer briefs.  Brad sure knew how to pick them.
	He came over next to me and crouched down beside me.  He turned my
face to look directly into his.  "Get ready, cocksucker, because I haven't
had my dick sucked in a long, long time."  He repositioned himself so his
crotch was level with my face and grabbed me by the back of the head.
"Just think about what you're gonna get," he said as he rubbed my face into
his crotch.  I could feel his semi-hard penis underneath the soft cotton
material.
	"Alright, Doug," Marcus said.  He too had taken off his clothes.
"Let's get him on his knees."
	"Where a cocksucker belongs," Doug muttered, and together they
grabbed me and turned me around so that I was kneeling.  With my hands tied
behind me, my body wavered slightly.  Doug put a firm hand on the back of
my head, and pulled my face into his crotch again.  "Chew on this big dick,
you fucking cocksucker," he said as he began to grind his cock into my
face.  "Marcus, come here."
	Marcus walked over and stood beside Doug, who pulled my face from
his crotch and drove it into Marcus's bulging crotch.  "Do you want to suck
his big dick, faggot?"
	I didn't say anything, and just let Doug push my head into Marcus,
whose cock began to grow under his briefs.  "Answer me, you little
cocksucker," Doug said sternly, as he slipped his fingers around a lock of
my hair and pulled my head back from Marcus's crotch.
	"Yes," I said quietly.  Doug moved in close and placed his other
hand on the back of my neck.  "Well, faggot, we got a lot of loads for you.
Pull down my underwear so I can stuff my dick down your throat."  He
positioned my head so I could reach out with my teeth and grab the
waistband of his boxer briefs.  I tried to keep a tight hold and pull down
his underwear, but it was hard to do.
	Doug got impatient and after a minute of my fumbling to pull down
his shorts, he pushed my head away hard.  "Come on, faggot, I want my
fucking dick sucked."  I fell backwards from the force of his push, and
with my arms tied behind my back I had no way of steadying myself and felt
down onto the carpet.  Doug came and stood next to my head, looking down at
me.
	"Listen, cocksucker, I asked you if you want to suck dick and you
said yes.  Didn't you?"  I looked up at him, his hunky body clad only in
underwear standing over me, and didn't say anything.  He lifted his foot
and brought it down gently on my face, pushing my head to the side and
against the carpet.  "Well, didn't you?"
	"Yeah," I said back.
	"Now are you gonna do it or not?"
	"Yeah," I repeated.
	He slid his other foot over to my face.  "Lick my foot, faggot."  I
thrust out my tongue and could just reach the arch of his foot.  With his
other foot holding down my head, I couldn't move my face any closer.
"You'll do anything to suck my dick, won't you, queer?"
	I didn't say anything, and just kept licking his foot.  He lifted
up his other foot and stuffed his big toe in my mouth.  He rammed it into
my face.  Finally he said, "alright, faggot, I'm gonna give you another
chance to suck this cock."
	He reached down and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up to my
knees.  I fell forwards against his legs, and my head landed in his crotch.
Marcus came over and stood beside him, and then Doug pulled down the
waistband of his boxer briefs and again pulled my head over so I could
grasp them in my teeth.  This time he held onto my head and pulled down his
shorts a little with his other hand, so that eventually I got them down
just past his crotch.  He pushed my head down between his legs just above
his partially-removed underwear, and then had me use my whole head to pull
them down his legs.  Along the way I reached out and licked at his strong
muscular legs, which were covered by a thin layer of light brown hair.
	By now my head was near the ground, and he stepped out of his
shorts, again sticking his foot inside my mouth for just a minute.  "Okay,
cocksucker, it's time to taste some dick," he said as he pulled my head
back up.  His semi-hard cock was right before my face.  I looked up the
length of him - a flat stomach, smooth protuding pecs, perfectly round
nipples, and a face of rugged beauty.  He was an unbelievable hunk.
	Doug took hold of his cock in one hand and the back of my head in
the other.  "Open up, cocksucker," he said as he pulled my face towards
him.  I obeyed, opening my mouth wide and looking straight into his dick.
He placed the head of his dick just on top of my tongue, just inside my
mouth, and slapped it there a couple of times.  "Lick that cock, faggot,"
he said, and I licked it all over, getting it nice and moist.  He pulled it
back out, and turned my face upwards to look at him, and them placed his
now fully erect and very long cock against my face, so it ran from base to
head from my chin to my forehead.
	I looked up at his face, with his thick cock giant just before my
eyes.  He was looking down at me, smirking.  "I am gonna fuck your faggot
cocksucker face like never before, homo.  And when I'm done, I'm gonna
cover you with cum."  He pulled back his dick and in one sweeping motion
thrust it into my mouth.  It went deep but not quite all the way, and he
began to pull it out.  His other hand went to the back of my head, and his
two-handed grasp on my head was firm like a vise.
	Holding my head in place, he began to fuck his dick into my throat.
He started slowly at first, pushing it far down my mouth and pulling almost
all the way out each time.  Once he had built up a steady rhythm, he began
to thrust deeper and deeper each time, until he was finally pushing his
cock completely down my throat.  With each thrust his pelvis would bang
against my face, and my nose would become buried in his pubic hair.  I
couldn't move my head at all, it was so tightly held, that I had no control
over the rhythm of the fucking my face was getting.
	He muttered quietly to himself, moaning occasionally.  "Fucking
cocksucker getting his faggot face fucked.  Take that big dick, you queer
little cocksucker."  After a few minutes of this, he started to pick up
speed.  He began shoving his dick down my throat faster and faster,
thrusting his cock into me at an unbelievable speed.  My face banged
against his body repeatedly as his dick pushed all the way down my throat.
"Oh, yeah, faggot, take that dick," he shouted, "choke on that fucking
dick" as he pushed it all the way in and held my head tight against him.  I
couldn't breathe and feared I would start to choke and just then he pulled
all the way out and grabbed his dick as it started to spray cum all over my
face.  "I'm shooting on your cocksucker face," he shouted, as his cock shot
load after load of sticky hot jism all over my face.  "Take that, faggot."
He kept shooting until eventually he was spent, and he released my head.
My body went limp from the intense fucking !  I'd just had and I relaxed
back on my calves.
	Before barely a minute had passed, Doug was back.  "What the fuck
are you doing, faggot?" he said, as he grabbed for my head again and pulled
me back up to my knees.  "You got another fucking cock to suck, homo.  Get
over here Marcus and fuck this little faggot's cocksucker face."
	Marcus came and stood before me.  He began jerking his cock, and
placed it just inside my mouth.  I sucked on the head while he jerked it,
his hand banging up against my mouth as he jerked himself.  Doug moved
around behind me and started pushing my head from the back into Marcus's
crotch.  As before, Marcus was pretty sedate, as I sucked him further and
further into my mouth.  "Come on, Marcus, fuck the little cocksucker's
face," Doug said, pushing my head down hard on Marcus's dick.  "The queer
needs a good face-fucking."
	Marcus spread his legs slightly, settling into a firmer stance and
began to thrust his cock into my mouth.  It didn't take him very long to
come, and after a minute or two of solid face-fucking, he pulled out his
dick and held it as it shot all over my face.  Doug pushed my face right
into Marcus's crotch as Marcus started to shoot, so his cum mostly went
into my hair and on my forehead and cheeks.
	By this point I had a huge amount of cum all over me, in my face
and my hair, some dripping down my neck and onto my shoulders.  Marcus
started to get dressed, and said, "alright, Doug, let's untie him and head
out."
	But Doug was holding onto his cock and starting to stroke it.  "Not
just yet, Marcus, I think I got another load for this cocksucker."  He
moved in and stood before me; I was looking straight ahead at his dick at
my eye-level.  He held it firm in his hand and shook it in front of my
face.  "You ready for this hard cock to get stuffed down your throat again,
faggot?" he asked.
	I said nothing, and then Doug reached out with his cock and slapped
it hard against my face.  "Look up at me when I'm talking to you,
cocksucker," he commanded as he slapped his dick against my cheek a second
time.  I looked up the length of his body to his face.  His long hair fell
around his broad, muscular shoulders, and he was smiling down at me.  "Can
you take getting your throat fucked again?"
	When I still didn't reply, he stepped forward and placed his dick
against my lips.  "Open up, homo," he said, and I opened my mouth wide.  He
placed his other hand on the back of my head and kept his cock just at the
edge of my mouth.  He was obviously relishing the fact that all he needed
to do was pull my head forward to get me to suck his dick, and with me all
tied up and kneeling before him, there was obviously no way I could resist.
	"Good cocksucker," he said, and he forcibly pulled my face in to
meet his thrusting dick.  "Take that dick, suck on it, faggot," he said and
began fucking my mouth with his dick.  I could still taste cum on him, and
the smell from the two loads all over my face was still strong.  It was
overwhelming.
	Doug pulled out and rested his penis against my face.  His balls
were hanging just before my mouth, so he grabbed his dick and wagged his
testicles in my face.  "Suck on my balls," he demanded.  I pulled first one
then the other big juicy ball into my mouth, and sucked them softly while
he jerked himself.
	"Go down all the way and kiss my feet."  I hesitated for a second,
and he pushed hard against me, causing me to lose my balance and topple
over onto my side.  In a second, he was next to me, pushing his foot into
my face.  "Lick that foot, queer," he said sternly, holding his foot over
my face.  I stretched out my tongue and licked around his foot, pulling his
toes into my mouth.
	He got down onto the floor in a sitting position, with his legs
outstretched to meet my head and leaning back on his hands.  "This
cocksucker will put anything in that greedy mouth of his, eh, Marcus?
Little faggot's always gotta have him mouth filled," he said over his
shoulder to Marcus, who was sitting on the couch, now fully dressed.  I
just kept licking and caressing his foot with my tongue.  He pulled himself
closer to me, and rested on his knees.  He grabbed me just under the arms
and pulled me up so I was on my knees too, and then pushed my face into his
chest, holding out his beautiful nipple for me to suck.
	I took hold and licked it, sucked it, and gently bit it.  This
drove him crazy, and he started muttering, "oh, yeah" and moaning.  With
one hand he held my head firm against his muscular chest and with the other
he started jerking himself.  He moved me from one nipple to the other and
back, moaning as I sucked his nipples and licked his firm pecs.
	After a few minutes he pushed me off and then pushed my body back
so that I again lost my balance and fell to a lying position on the floor.
"On the floor, homo," he said sharply and stood up.  I was on my side, and
he placed a big foot on my face again and said, "Get on your back," as he
rolled me over with his foot.  "Now get ready for a real face-fucking,
cocksucker."
	Doug knelt over me, his crotch in my face.  He slapped his dick
against my cheeks a couple of times, and then slid down and again cradled
my head while thrusting his nipple in my face.  I sucked it a little more
until he finally pulled up, practically shouting, "Oh, yeah, faggot, now
suck that big dick," and then pushed his hard cock into my mouth.  He kept
jerking it wildly with one hand while I sucked on it, and his hand banged
hard against my lips.
	"Oh yeah suck that dick you fucking cocksucker.  You take that
fucking dick all the way down your faggot throat." He pulled out again and
lifted his whole body, stretching forward and supporting himself on his
hands, with his dick dangling above my face.  "Get ready, cocksucker.  You
take it all now, you choke on your stud's dick."  And with that he brought
his whole body down and forced his cock all the way into my mouth, pressing
his pelvis against my face as his cockhead pushed past my tonsils and deep
into my throat.
	Doug started to do push-ups, deep and fast.  He would come down
hard and fast, and his low-hanging balls banged against my chin as his dick
forced itself all the way into me.  Up and down he did push-ups, talking
nonstop - "suck that dick, faggot, oh yeah take that hard cock down your
throat like the faggot cocksucker you are."  Finally he let out a loud moan
and as he pulled up out of my mouth I felt the first shot explode, and he
grabbed his dick and sprayed another load of cum all over my face and hair.
He held his dick just above my face as it shot out its hot sticky juice and
when he was finished shooting, he banged it a couple more times against my
cheek for good measure.  And, then, he sat back, sweaty and exhausted.
	I just lay there, my arms and legs tightly bound, and three loads
of semen on my face.  Marcus got up and said to Doug, "come on, get
dressed, we gotta go."  He reached over to turn me sideways to reach the
rope tying my hands, and then untied my hands.
	"Hey, maybe he wants to shoot a load too.  Why don't you undo your
pants?"  I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock.  I was so horny from
the blow jobs that I started to stroke it right then, but then Doug grabbed
my hand suddenly.
	"Uh-uh," he said.  He quickly pulled my arms back behind my back
again, and pressing his knees against me for leverage held me firm while he
retied my hands behind my back.  "I've changed my mind.  Let's leave this
little faggot tied up.  Let him lie here covered with cum like the
cocksucker he is."  Doug was reaching for his clothes, and Marcus just
shrugged and walked over to the door.
	Doug came and stood next to me; he looked down into my face as I
looked up at his naked body.  He pulled on his tank top and was holding his
underwear when he got a wicked little smile on his face.  "I got a present
for you, cocksucker," he said, and he wiped his still wet and dripping cock
with his boxer briefs.  Then he knelt down and reached for another of the
soft ropes they had used to tie me.  "Seeing as how you loved having my
dick down your throat so much, I'll leave you something else to choke on,"
he said, and he stuffed his cum-covered boxer briefs into my mouth.  I
could taste the cum on them against my tongue, and before I could even try
to spit them back out, he wrapped the rope around them and around the back
of my head, and tied them tightly in place, completely filling my mouth
with the taste of his cum.
	"Very good," he said as he stood up again.  "Got to keep the
cocksucker's mouth full."  Then he slipped on his jeans, socks, and shoes.
"see ya later, cocksucker," he said as he and Marcus walked out, leaving me
unable to move, with my legs tied tightly together and my hands tied behind
my back, Doug's cum-soaked underwear gagging me, and the fresh cum from
three big loads covering my face.

	My dick was really starting to ache, and I desperately wanted to
come, but with my hands tied behind me I just lay on my side and waited.  I
figured they would come back soon or Brad would get home and release me.
As it turned out, I waited for what seemed like a half-hour before the door
finally opened.
	It was Brad.  He walked over and stood next to me.  I looked up at
him; he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with sandals.  He smirked and
said, "hey cocksucker.  looks like you've been sucking some dick; you're
all covered with cum."
	Brad kicked off his sandals and stepped right next to my head.  "Do
you want me to untie you?" he asked.
	I grunted in reply, obviously unable to answer with Doug's
cum-soaked underwear in my mouth.  "I guess not," Brad said and he brought
his foot up and placed it over my face.  "Ugh," he said as he lifted up his
foot.  "your faggot face is all sticky.  how many loads of cum you got on
there?"  He wiped his foot in my hair, wiping off the cum.
	I just looked at him, unsure what he was planning to do.  My arms
were starting to hurt from being tied behind me for so long.  "I'll untie
you, homo.  but first I want you to get on your knees, your usual
cocksucker position.  then I'll untie you."
	I looked up at him, wondering how the hell I was supposed to do
that all tied up.  I rolled over on to my side and tried to lift myself up.
When that didn't work, I got on my stomach and pulled up my knees and tried
to pull back my torso.  But of course that didn't work either.  Brad
laughed and plopped himself down on the couch.  He picked up a magazine and
said, "I'll just hang out until you get into the position."
	There was no way I was going to do it.  I wriggled over to a spot
near a chair and tried to use the chair for balance so I could pull myself
up, but I was too tired and couldn't do it.  Brad really seemed to be
ignoring me, and I was getting irritated.  I stopped and just laid on the
floor.
	Brad walked out, saying, "later, faggot."  I started to feel really
anxious, wondering how far he was going to take this, but just a couple of
minutes later he came back in.
	He had shucked his jeans and underwear and was wearing just his
T-shirt.  I looked up at him, and his pecs made his T-shirt hang loosely
around his stomach, whose taut definition I could see from my position on
the floor.  His cock was soft, resting atop his thick bush.  My own cock,
which had gone soft from so long just lying there, started to stir.
	Brad walked over and stood next to me.  He grabbed his dick in his
hand and pointed it down towards me.  "Don't you want this?  Don't you want
my cock in your faggot mouth?"  He was stroking himself as he said this.
"I'm all ready to blow my wad down your throat.  But I don't see how you're
going to reach it from down there.  You need to be on your knees to service
me.  And I swear that I will not untie you until you get into your faggot
cocksucker position."
	I looked up at him; he was smiling down at me.  I grunted through
Doug's cum-soaked underwear in my mouth, frustrated.  I couldn't say
anything, and my arms were sore, and I wanted his dick too.  Then Brad
crouched down next to me and got close to my face, and then held his dick
and balls out in front of me, putting them right up under my nose where my
mouth was gagged.  I could smell that great Brad scent, clean and
masculine, an aphrodisiac if there ever was one.  "Now if you want this
dick, cocksucker, you will get up on your knees.  I know you can do it."
And he stood back up and stepped back and then waited.
	With new-found determination, I rolled myself over and tried again.
It was especially hard because not only were my hands tied behind my back
and my ankles tied tight, but because of the extra rope that held my thighs
tightly together and the rope that crossed my chest and laced my arms to my
sides.  I had so little play in either my legs or arms that it was really
hard to maneouver.  I was on my side and kept trying to push up off my
side, but that didn't work.  I spun myself around and pushed my legs out in
front of me so that I was sitting.  I was breathing hard, from the exertion
and being tired, plus with Doug's underwear stuffed down my throat it was
hard to breathe.  I rested for a minute.
	"Don't give up now, roomie," Brad said, grinning.  "Wouldn't you
rather have this cock in your mouth instead of some cumrag?"  He pulled on
his dick for emphasis.
	I scooted over to the couch, propelling myself with my hands
pushing off the floor.  I leaned up against the base of the couch, and
pulled my legs out from in front of me and onto the side.  I was getting
close; all I had to do next was push myself up and forward.  But when I
tried to push my torso forward so I could shift my weight up onto my knees,
I couldn't.  Brad came over and stood next to me.  "Hey, faggot, you're
almost there!" he said.  "Maybe I can help," and he lifted his foot and
started rubbing it against my face.  "Yuck, you're still all sticky," he
said, and then he wiped his foot on my chest.  He gave it a firm push, and
I fell backwards onto the floor.
	"Oops, sorry about that," he said and he laughed.
	I ignored him and just repeated the moves that got me into a
sitting position, and then pulled my legs out to the side like before.
This time I pushed hard with my hands against the floor at the same time I
tried to lift up with the tops of me feel, which were against the floor.
And I was able to push myself into the couch; my head landed just on the
sofa cushion, and then I pulled myself the rest of the way into a kneeling
position.
	"Excellent!" Brad shouted.  "I knew my cocksucker could do it."  I
turned myself to the right so instead of facing the couch I was facing him.
At last, I was on my knees before him, his cock hanging loosely in front of
me.  But he took several steps back and moved into the center of the room.
	"Come now, roomie.  I think I feel like standing over here.  But
you may taste my dick if you crawl your way over."  I moved myself slowly
towards him, inching myself forward on my knees until I was again just in
front of him.
	"I never would have imagined a guy would suck cock the way you do.
That there could be such a lowly cocksucker whose only purpose was to eat
men's dicks and who could be used like you were today."  He dangled his
cock in my face while he spoke.  "I could bring in a dozen guys, the whole
soccer team, to fuck your face and you would just take it.  Just take it
like a cocksucking faggot.  Wouldn't you?  Tell me."  He had his dick in
his hand and was slapping it against my face as he talked.
	I grunted and looked into his eyes. "Do you want me to take off
that gag?"  he asked.  "and fill up that throat with this big cock?"  He
hit my cheek hard, and some pre-cum dribbled onto my face.
	I nodded.  "Yeah, that's what the faggot wants, isn't it," he said
and kicked at my own cock, which was still hanging out of my jeans and was
now rock hard.  He reached down behind my head as his T-shirt hung over my
face.  I felt the rope around my mouth loosen and fall away and then he
started to pull Doug's shorts from my mouth.
	Just as the last piece of fabric fell from my lips and I went to
take a deep breath, he pushed his cock, now fully erect, into my mouth.  My
mouth was dry, but slightly moistened by his pre-cum.  I held him there for
a moment and then he began to piston in and out.
	My throat and jaw were sore from the face-fucking I'd gotten
earlier, but Brad was taking it nice and slow.  He would pull almost all
the way out of my mouth, so I could lick the juicy head of his dick as it
nearly exited, and then he would force it back down, deep into my mouth and
banging against the back of my throat.
	He peeled off his shirt over his head, and I loved watching the
muscles of his arms and shoulders and chest as he did so.  Then he started
massaging his chest with one hand.  (The other hand, as usual, was firmly
against the back of my head.)  I looked up at him rubbing his gorgeous pecs
while he stared down at me lustily, taking in the sight of his thick cock
fucking my face.  My own cock was ready to burst; I loved his beautiful
body and the feel of him down my throat.
	Then he pulled out and rested his cock against my face for a
minute.  He was breathing heavy.  "Get down on the floor," he said, and
lifted his hand from my head.  I leaned forward until I was low to the
ground and let myself fall to the floor.  I was lying there on my side when
he put his foot on my face and said, "on your back," rolling me over.
	"I think you should demonstrate that you are worthy enough to suck
my dick by licking my feet before we continue, don't you?" he asked.
	"Yes," I answered.
	"What should you do then?"
	"Please let me kiss your feet and slobber all over your foot."
	"Very well," Brad said, and he lifted up one foot and placed it
down on my face.  I licked it all over while he rubbed his foot back and
forth across my face.  "This is disgusting.  I am getting cum from all
those dicks you sucked on me.  That's gross.  Lick it off immediately."
And Brad held his foot in the air above me.  I reached up with my tongue
and licked his foot all over, pulling the little bits of cum that hadn't
dried yet into my mouth.  Brad kept this up for several minutes, switching
feet from time to time, until he finally said, "Already, homo.  Let's get
back to this dick."
	Then Brad knelt down over me.  He slapped my face with his cock a
couple of times and then slipped it in.  He put both hands on the back of
my head and pulled my face over his cock.  He built up speed, and even
though it was tough to get it all the way in at this angle, he pushed it as
far down as he could.  After a few minutes he lifted up off me and got onto
his knees just to the side of my face.  With my head on the floor I
couldn't reach his cock, but he leaned over me so that his cock was hanging
above my face and then started stroking it with his left hand.  A trail of
precum dripped down and slowly fell onto my lips.  I could hear his
breathing get heavier as he got close.
	He started jerking himself faster and faster, and then, I felt his
other hand on my dick.  I couldn't believe it; it felt fantastic as he
started to jerk me.  I knew I would come in seconds, and just then his own
cock exploded, pouring semen onto my face.  That was enough to make me
shoot like crazy, and my own cum started spouting out, while his continued
to cover my cheeks, nose, lips, and hair.
	After both he and I were spent, he let go of my dick and leaned way
close to my face, whispering into my ear, "Happy birthday, roomie."
	I looked into his eyes; he was smiling at me with an expression I
couldn't quite figure out.  He sat back and after a half-minute of us
sitting together quietly, he leaned forward.  "Did you like your birthday
present," he asked.
	He pushed me over to my side and reached to untie the ropes around
my arms and wrists.  "I sure did," I said.  "I didn't expect that end
part."
	He chuckled.  "Well, that was a one-time extra.  You know, just for
your birthday.  See, I'm not such a bad guy."
	I rubbed my now freed wrists.  "No, you're not.  that was a pretty
special present."
	He started to stand.  "Don't get the wrong idea, roomie, I'm not
turning queer or anything.  I figured for once you'd like to come while you
were still sucking cock instead of after it's all over."
	I nodded.  "well, having Marcus and that other stud tie me up like
that was pretty special."
	"Did you like Doug?  I thought you would."
	"Uh-huh.  Where did you find that guy?  He's not shy, is he?"
	Brad laughed.  "No, I guess not.  He's a friend of a friend.  One
night we were out drinking and everybody left until just us was left.  I
told him about my cocksucker roommate, and you should have heard him talk
about what he would do if he had a roommate like that.  I suppose he gave
you quite a workout."
	"He sure did," I said.
	Brad pulled on his T-shirt and started to head out, while I untied
the ropes around my legs and ankles and then buttoned my jeans.  "See ya
later, cocksucker," he said and walked out.


	And Brad was right; he never did touch my dick again.  In fact,
that was the first and only time I even came in his presence.  But it was a
day I would remember for a really long time.  For the rest of the time Brad
and I lived together there was never another blow job session quite like
that.