Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 15:34:56 -0600
From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com>
Subject: The Disagreement, Part One

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THE DISSAGREEMENT

Before everything turned to shit

	I looked myself over in the mirror, checking to see if I look good
before I head to the club for cocktails and dancing and picking up a trick.
What I saw pleased me.  Tall, 6'5" body.  Jet black hair, top long and
front falling down into my eyes casually, glossed shiny with styling wax.
Sides and back are to the skin.  I like my high and tight cut.  Had it ever
since I was in the Marines.  My blue eyes searched my chiseled face, seeing
only a couple faint lines from my 40 years of life, scruffy and unshaved
for a couple weeks.  I don't grow much facial hair – basically only
around my jaw line, my chin and lips.  I inspected my shirt next; Black,
spandex t shirt, stretched to the limit around my gym worked torso, not too
muscular or skinny...just right.  Next were the jeans, snuggled on my hips,
below my 28 inch waist, hugging my moderate (but not small, average length
and thickness) package and well developed legs.  Finishing off, I glanced
at the wall mirrors reflection of my black buck boots, highly shined.  Yes,
I looked damned good.  Only size queens would turn me down.  But, who the
fuck cares about their open-pit mining holes?  They sound like a cavern
when they walk, one where the wind is howling by it at 50 miles per hour.
Too loose to fuck, and more than likely disease ridden.  `Yes, I am a fine
specimen of manhood' I finally thought to myself and pulled my black
leather bomber on, turning off the lights and walking out the door.

	I arrived at The Scene about an hour early.  It's was a trendy
club, one of those that has the staying power of a year or two.  I parked
my Benz in a garage across the street, dimly lit but in a decent part of
the city, I wasn't afraid of getting jumped.  I walked across the street,
excited by the thought of seeing that (what I had judged to be) sugar daddy
and his exquisitely cute boy-toy I had seen the previous Friday night.
Fuck, I wanted to wreck that kids ass.  It was so perfect.  Little blond
with a swimmer's body, and oh so perfect little ass.  The sugar daddy
wasn't bad himself.  I figured him to be about 50.  Took good care of
himself and his lean but muscular body, with a decent amount of gray in his
dark brown hair and not so many wrinkles on his wizened, clean shaven face.
But, I wasn't here to catch the sugar daddy.  I wanted his boy, imagining
him wailing from pleasure while my cock was ramming in and out of his cunt.

	I walked into the club, noticed that it was starting to get a bit
busy, so I went to the bar and ordered my usual tequila sunrise.  The
bartender working was a former fuck buddy of mine.  One who I had started
getting a bit too close to, and confiding too much too (maybe), like what
kinks I thought were hot and such.  I ended that particular tryst as soon
as I realized it was getting a bit too close to a relationship.  I
immediately saw daddy and boy, sitting close to the well on the opposite
side of the bar from me.  They both smiled and nodded, and the boy
whispered something in his daddy's ear.  The daddy got a big grin, looked
at his boy and nodded.  I knew the boy was hot for me and asked daddy for a
little treat later on.  Big fucking grin.

	I looked away, and glanced around the club for a few minutes,
pretending to only be slightly and casually interested in anything.  I
turned my attention back, and the bartender was walking in my direction, my
drink in his hand.  He was a former fuck buddy of mine, his name was Kyle.
We had fucked about once a week for a period of six months, but things
started getting a bit too personal for my tastes when we started sharing
what kinks we really enjoyed.  He was definitely a handsome fuck.  Dark
brown and curly hair, expressive and masculine face, and at 5'10"not as
tall as me, but he was easily as just as muscular.  Nice big ass, but tight
enough to give one hell of a ride.  Often times, I would get too rough –
or so he would tell me when he squealed to slow down or stop pounding so
hard – while I was fucking him, but that big booty just begged for a
hard pounding.  I always thought it was strange that he wasn't a top as he
had a nice, fat 7" cock, but then about 3 months into our weekly sexual
rampage he told me he was bisexual and tended more towards women.  I
figured what the hell, maybe he just liked my pierced cock (I have a Prince
Albert) and fucked him even harder that afternoon.  When he left that day,
I remember the look he gave me.  He looked like a teenager I had just
scolded as he was rubbing his ass walking out.  I marked it up to me
hurting his pride, and when he came back the next week I had already
forgotten about it.

	Most often I would just degrade him, tell him nasty things about
how big of a gay whore he was.  Question his manhood.  Tell him he stunk
and was a piece of shit.  All the while fucking him up the ass.  I thought
he liked it, as he was always hard.  One week, I put him in a chastity
device.  A CB-6000.  Then I fucked him.  When we were done, he asked if I
was going to let him out.  I said "I'll think about it.  Maybe next week",
I grinned, put the keys in my safe and closed it.  He muttered "Mother
fucker", got dressed and angrily slammed the door on his way out.  That
just made my smile all the wider.  Kyle stopped by twice the following
week.  I turned him away once, and fucked him once.  Then told him to go
home, that I wasn't ready to unlock his cock again.  The following week, he
stopped by every day.  I fucked him every day.  Then finally, that
following weekend I let him out.  "Don't you ever fucking do that to me
again.  I was fine with it the first week, but it cost me some pussy
Wednesday."  I laughed, and told him to stop being such a drama queen.

	 I didn't want a relationship, let alone one where the dude would
possibly leave me because he wanted a wife and kids down the road, and when
he made a flippant remark about my cock size not being quite up to par,
which I deemed not necessarily true, I got offended.  So I punched him in
the face and told him to get the fuck out.  After that, we were mostly
civil in public but didn't go out of our way to have any discourse
whatsoever.


The spiral down

	"One tequila sunrise, Caleb!"  Kyle said as he handed me the drink.
Maybe a bit too gleefully.  I put some cash out for it, and he shook his
head.  "No, Steve..." he nodded to the sugar daddy "got this one for you.
And several more.  Just come to me when you need one."

	I was surprised, but pleased.  Yes, I would be getting me some
cute, pampered, twink ass tonight!  I nodded to `Steve' and smiled warmly
at him, then smiled at his as-yet-unnamed boy-toy.  `Ok, gotta keep the
drinks to a minimum tonight, don't need whiskey dick' I thought to myself.

	I took the first sip, and decided it tasted better than usual.
Within 5 minutes, I had that one downed.

	"Kyle, another please?  That was the best you've ever made."
	"You got it Caleb, coming right up."  At that point I felt a bit
looser, so I walked over to Steve, extended my hand to him and shook, doing
the same for the boy-toy.  "Hey, I really appreciate the drink, but I don't
need all mine paid for.  I do pretty decent for myself."
	"Nonsense.  When my Erin sees something he likes, Daddy pays for
it.  Right, Erin?"
	"Hell yes.  I saw you last week and asked Daddy if I could have the
hottie."  The boy-toy stated and giggled.

	I felt distinctly odd about that exchange, thinking it wasn't quite
right that I was being bought, so to speak.  But, what the hell, the kid
was cute, and I would happily fuck the Daddy too.  Kyle handed me a fresh
drink, which tasted much the same as the last.  But, I decided to start
pacing myself.  I wanted to last for a while with these two.

	"So, Caleb?"  I nodded at Steve's question. "What do you do?"
	"I work from home, actually.  I design websites.  Have you seen the
latest from FreshRaunch.com?"  Both Steve and Erin nodded.  "That was me.
I also have a small inheritance from my parents that I invest a bit in, and
the proceeds from that and web design keep me comfortable."
	"Do you have any family left, then?"  Steve asked.  I shook my head
solemnly "No.  Just me now."
	"Wow, that's impressive."  Erin cooed.  "Are you into kink, then?
That site goes from vanilla up to raw, primal kink."
	"Normally, no.  But for some guys I make an exception."  I
responded and winked at him and Steve.

	For a second, I saw a malicious grin cross over Erin's gorgeous
face, and when I looked at Steve I saw a twinkle in those intelligent,
commanding eyes.  But as soon as I saw both, they were gone.  I thought
nothing more than that, dismissing it as some sort of internalized joke the
other two were enjoying, but nothing to do with me.

	I had finished that drink, and was starting to feel a decent sized
buzz already, so I asked Kyle (as politely as I could) to tone it down on
the tequila.  He just nodded, poured me another one, and made Steve and
Erin their second drink.  We chatted and had our cocktails, asking more
questions of one another.  I found out Steve was 51 and Erin was 21, Steve
was independently wealthy and heavily invested that wealth in private,
`health and personal spas' throughout the country and overseas.  I was very
impressed with that.

	As the night wore on, and I nursed slowly at my fourth drink, I
begun to get somewhat drunk, even though Kyle had cut back on the booze.  I
decided that maybe tonight wasn't the best night to have a go at this
exceptional daddy & boy couple and told them so, but neither would have it.
	"I don't know how...usually I can handle a hell of a lot more booze
than this..." I half slurred out.  "Maybe we can do this another night?
I'm not sure I'll be much good in bed for either of you in this shape."  I
hoped.
	"Oh, we will make sure you will be having as much sex as you can
handle.  I'll be in charge of that."  Erin flatly stated.
	"Really, I don't want to be a bother..."  I retorted.
	"No deal, buddy.  Besides, you look like you've had too much to
drive."  Steve bluntly stated, not inviting anymore discussion.  "If you
left like this, it would be Kyle's responsibility to try to stop you, and
failing that call the cops on you if you tried to drive."
	"You must be somewhat of a lightweight, Caleb.  You've only had 4
drinks."  Erin chimed in.
	"Kid, you're too young to be calling me a lightweight..." I got
offended, tried to stand and got dizzy, so just sat back down.
	"I didn't mean to upset you..." Erin said with an impassive,
unreadable face. "...just don't want to see you hurt before I have my go at
your sexy, tall body."  He added with a vicious grin.

	What the hell.  They were right, my half rational mind thought.  No
sense in driving and hurting someone in this state.

	"Yeah, don't worry Caleb.  We'll get you to your home."  Steve said
with an emphasis on `home' that completely flew over my addled mind.  "You
can finish that one, and we will be ready to go too.  Right, Erin?"
	"You fuckin bet, Daddy..." Erin declared, looking at me like I was
a piece of meat he was going to devour on the spot.

	I looked at Kyle, who added "Just have fun and go with the flow
Caleb.  I'll take your keys.  Your car will be safe.  We will take care of
you..."  He trailed off, somewhat menacingly.  I handed my keys over.

	At that point, alarm bells should have been going off in my head.
But, the booze, or so I thought, was working its magic on me.  I get horny
when I drink tequila.  And this night was no different.  Except normally
I'm at least 7 drinks in before I really start feeling drunk, if I ever get
that far.  And that was rare.  No dancing tonight.  Oh well.  I was
oblivious to certain words being said in certain tones.  Maybe if I hadn't
been, things wouldn't have turned out as they did.

	I finished the last of my drink, as Erin and Steve finished theirs.
I managed to get up and start walking without incident, Steve leading and
Erin walking beside me, out of the club.  We walked to their Maybach.  If I
would have had any sense about me, my jaw would have dropped.  Erin opened
the back door, and I literally fell in, ass up and face planted on the
seat.
	"Sorry...wow..."  I said, eyes half lidded.
	Pushing me further in, Erin came in behind me and Steve closed the
door, walked around, and got in.  "Alright, big boy.  Let's get you comfy.
It's an hour drive from here to home, no need for you to be all constricted
in those clothes..."  Erin said soothingly.
	"But I live..."  I tried to say, then the words stopped coming to
my mind.  I laid there, ass up and pointed at Erin, while Steve started to
drive.  Within moments, my mind was a fog.  I didn't know what was going on
around me save for brief flashes.  I realized I was buck naked.  Then I
heard Erin say "..yeah, it's very tight."  And Steve responded "Good, love
breaking those."  Another flash, I heard Erin say "...keep it?" and Steve
responded "We'll see."  That's the last thing I remember of that Friday
night.

	I awoke with a splitting headache.  And then realized the rest of
my body was in pain too.  Especially my cock.  I tried to look down at
myself, but when I opened my eyes, everything was still pitch black.  I
felt something on my face and something securing it around my head.  I
tried to reach and feel what it was, but realized that my arm was bound.  I
tried all my limbs, frantic at that point.  My arms and legs were securely
bound, spread eagle.  My balls were aching.  My cock, although in pain,
started to grow.  I felt something encased on it, heavy and unyielding.  It
started to get really painful the harder I got, so I did my best to will it
down.  Why the fuck was I getting turned on by this helpless feeling?  And
what was on my cock that was so fucking heavy and solid as to make it feel
like it was imploding while it was trying to become erect?  I also felt a
tingling; it was strange like a slight itch on my legs, crotch, arms and
pits.

	I sniffed.  At first all I could smell was my own scent, heavy with
foot odor and crotch sweat.  Then something salty but pleasant and fresh
wafted by, and I felt a bit of a breeze.  I heard splashing of water, and
realized I must be near the ocean.  I spoke, hoarsely.
	"Hello?"  No answer.  I tugged at my restraints again.  "Hello!"
More insistent.  I stopped struggling, and just laid there for a few
minutes.  I smelled the air, listened intently at my surroundings.  I
couldn't smell or hear anything, but it felt like I was being watched.
"Hey, I know someone is there..."  I gambled.  Nothing.  A minute or so
more, and I was really starting to get pissed off.  "Hey!!!!"
	"Shut the fuck up.  No one can hear you.  You're just being
annoying."  It sounded like the boy's voice.
	"Erin?"
	"Yes."
	"Look, I don't know what..."

	Slap slap slap I felt pain shooting through my balls up into my
stomach, it felt like a fist driving directly up, unmercifully pounding on
me.  Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!!!

	I screamed.  Very high pitched.  I tried to recoil, but my bonds
were unflinching.  I was in excruciating agony.

	"Got your attention, bitch?"
	I panted and started crying a bit.  "What the fuck do you..."

Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap...the blows continued to
rain down on my balls.  I was screaming, pleading "No more no more please!"
throughout it all.  Then they stopped.  I was whimpering in agony.  I don't
know how many smacks to my balls it had been, but the pain felt like
thousands.  Probably only 20.  A bit of vomit came up and pooled in the
back of my throat, and I had to swallow it back down for fear of choking.
I was crying freely at this point.
	"Now do I have your attention you worthless cunt?"  Erin demanded.
	"Yes."  I sobbed out.
	"Here's the deal.  Kyle is a friend of mine.  We chat a lot.  He's
told me all about you.  What you like.  What you've done to him.  Seems you
fancy yourself as somewhat of an Alpha.  No?"
	"Yes."  I said, still sobbing.
	"Well, all the better for me.  I like breaking pretend alphas like
you.  Fuckheads that like to use the tools, talk the talk, and put others
through hell only to not give a shit what you just put them through.  You
were quite the dickface to Kyle, but I have to admit some of what you did
was kind of neat..." clink went something against metal and I felt a
vibration in my now thoroughly flaccid cock.  "...if unimaginative or
original.  But you see, there are people that really know how to take care
of a submissive slut.  And those people have the right kind of tools."  I
felt him approach me, then hot breath on my lips, then finally a tongue
invaded my mouth and roughly force its way around.  It pulled away.  "And
that's exactly what you are, my bitch."
	"Ok, ok, ok.  I apologize.  Kyle?  You here?  I'm really sorry,
man!"
	"Kyle is not here, slut.  Just you and me, at least for right now."

	I began to panic again.  My breathing got rapid, my pulse
throbbing.  I was scared shitless.  Was this really that cute, angelic
little blond half of the Sugar Daddy and boy couple from last night?  Is he
some kind of psycho?  I was worried that he was seriously going to hurt me
or worse.  I had to get control of this situation, and do it as soon as
possible.  Maybe some sugar would attract the little fly?

	"Erin, I'm sure that I probably deserve whatever it is you plan on
doing.  But, let's just talk?  Maybe we can come up with another way of
payback that doesn't involve maiming or killing me?"
	Silence.  I was sweating, profusely.  Started shaking.  Then,
finally, the little monster spoke.  "You really aren't very smart, are you?
Think about it Caleb.  Why would I do something like maim or kill you?
Maybe I do have a reason to.  And fuck yes, Kyle has a reason to.  But
why?"  He slipped the mask off of my eyes.  Sunlight blinded me.  He
continued as my vision adjusted.  "You see, Caleb, a good Alpha Male, or
Master, or Sir...well, any Dominant, if they are good, can spot a
submissive.  You have certain qualities.  Specific things that set you
apart from everyone else, and those make it easy for guys like me, Steve,
and Kyle to spot you."
	"But I'm not submissive."
	"Yes, you are."  He said flatly, no compromise, no question.
	"Really, I'm not man.  I was fucking Kyle for half a year.  All the
guys that I'm attracted to are bottoms.  I even had Kyle locked in chastity
for a couple weeks..."
	"And there you go again, thinking the tools make the man.  But,
that's never the case Caleb.  The Man..."  He stopped and looked
imperiously down at my bound body, eyes resting on my face and locking my
eyes. "makes the tools.  The Man makes the submissive.  It's the Man,
Caleb, not the implements, or restraints, or sex acts, or anything else
that is the real power."

	I couldn't hold his gaze.  His big green eyes were penetrating into
mine.  It made me very uncomfortable, so I craned my head up as far as I
could to look down at my body.  My chest hair was gone, and what little I
could see of the rest of my body was also completely stripped of hair.  I
saw a metal sheath on my cock, which started getting hard again.

	Erin noticed my gaze.  "That's a specially made chastity tube, The
Prince's Scepter.  It locks through your Prince Albert, and doesn't allow
you to get hard at all.  Well, I suppose you can try, like you are doing
now, but feel it?"  I certainly did.  It was biting down on my cock like a
vice, constantly getting more painful as my cock continued to chub up.
"Remember that day that Kyle suggested you two compare flaccid cock sizes?
He put the ice on your cock and you shriveled up to your natural one and a
half inches?  Yeah, that was my idea.  I needed to get this device ordered.
We had been talking, Kyle and I, and given your massive interests in kink,
we decided what needed to happen first."
	"This thing REALLY hurts, Erin, please take it off."
	"Not happening."  He went to a drawer in the nightstand, and pulled
out a plastic bag of what looked like metallic dust.  "This is the remains
of the keys.  I spent a bit of time last night after we got you situated
and locked and used a grinder to completely destroy them."

	My eyes had to have been the size of eggs.  I couldn't say
anything, just a high pitched squeak came out when I tried to protest.  I
was beyond shocked.

	"You won't need your cock anymore, Caleb.  Trust me.  Nasty, sick
ass fucks like you don't even deserve a cock.  I'm doing you a favor by not
just having the thing lopped off..."  He trailed off, an intense look of
thought crossed his admittedly beautiful face for a while.  "Well, let's
just say right now I'll do you that favor.  Disappoint me, and that can
easily change.  You see, the way you treated Kyle, and probably several
other men, is a disgrace.  Men like me can't afford to lose our reps due to
sick, uncaring, inconsiderate actions taken by boys like you.  You don't
know how to treat submissives."

	I continued to crane my neck and stare down at the steel tube on my
cock.  It had a hood over the head, and the rest of the tube was completely
covering my retreating cock.  I knew what chastity was all about.  I
glanced at the bag of metallic dust, the remains of the keys for my cocks
freedom, still grasped in Erin's hand.  This was some fucked up shit.  I
didn't want to be in chastity, much less permanent.  Maybe there was a way
of getting the device off.  I would have to think on that.  Erin
interrupted my thoughts, however.  I looked up as he was studying me
intently.

	"You might think that you have no choice in this.  You are
partially correct.  Tomorrow Steve, Kyle and I will be having a discussion
with you.  You will find out then what exactly will be expected of you if
we all agree to continue."  I snickered.
	"You can't seriously think I will willfully continue with this, if
I have a choice Erin."
	"I can, and I do, think exactly that, Caleb.  Don't interrupt me.
Now, for the next 3 hours I will be leaving you alone here.  I'm going to
release you from bondage.  I want the kitchen cleaned up, the bathroom
cleaned up, and the entire place vacuumed by the time I get back.  If you
want to escape, go ahead and try.  But there are no clothes available to
you – I burnt what you were wearing last night, and mine are locked away
where you won't find them – except the jock I left in the night stand,
no vehicles to get you anywhere, and the nearest neighbor is 4 miles away.
Besides, the entire area was warned by a `concerned citizen' that there was
a naked pervert running around trying to break into houses this morning.
You want to go to jail like that?  Be my guest.  Tell them I did this to
you, and they won't believe a word of it.  Trust me on that, or don't, but
I'm just giving you fair warning.  No shenanigans."

	He stood there for several minutes, eyeing my nonverbal responses
to his words.  I let my head fall back on the mattress, and thought about
this.  I might as well go along with it for now.  "Alright.  For now, I
will comply."  My cock twitched at that a bit, finding everything to be
both to my liking and outright distaste.  Sometimes what you find
disgusting or intolerable actually is quite fun.

	"Good choice.  Not that you really had one.  Now, try anything
while I am letting you out of bondage, and this..."  He brandished a short
tubular prod with two metal tips sticking out the end "...will be applied.
Vigorously.  And it hurts, very much."  I guessed it to be some sort of
prod used on unruly animals.  I have heard they hurt, tremendously.

	He undid all of the restraints and warily watched me get up from
the bed, stretching and rubbing where the restraints had held me.  I had
given my word, and complied.  `For now' I thought.  Erin showed me the
bathroom and stated that if I were to piss, I would have to sit or get
urine all over the place.  He showed me the kitchen, and stated that there
was a bag of protein mix and milk in the fridge.  He said it needed to be
sparkling clean within three hours, when he would return.

	"You also need to be aware that there is a surveillance system in
the house.  Every room, with every conceivable angle, is being viewed.
I'll know before I get here if you have anything planned."
	I nodded and added "I gave you my word that I would comply for now.
I won't go back against that."  Mentally repeating `for now' once more.
When I find an out, this demonic little fucker was going to pay, however.
	"Get that look out of your eyes, cunt.  I know it.  You'll be
better off if you forget whatever stupid idea you just had.  It will be
much less painful for you."  He stated with venom dripping from his words.

	After that, he marched over to the door, stopped, glanced back at
me with a wicked look in his eyes, picked up my keys off the kitchen
counter and his keys, and left.  I heard a car pull off, and I started
wandering around the house.

	It wasn't a large place.  Large enough, and considerably larger
than my apartment, but considering the money these two had to have, it
seemed smallish.  I decided it must be a vacation home of sorts, or a guest
house.  Possibly a rental that was vacant at the time of my abduction.
When the word "abduction" went through my head, my cock started to explore
the limits of its metal prison.  What the hell?  Me, getting turned on by
my own abduction?  That's new.  And not very welcome.  Well, hopefully he's
just fucking with my head.  He's gotta have the real keys here somewhere.
Maybe if I play this right I can get them from him and get out of here when
he comes back.  Grimacing in pain, I willed it to go down.  When that
failed, I walked over to the fridge, opened the freezer door and stood
there for a second, thinking about things that turned me off.  It
thankfully decided to go down.

	After that was accomplished, I started walking around the house
more, and as I did, the device swung like a pendulum from my crotch.  This
thing was too heavy, and every step set off sharp stabs of pain to my
piercing.  I remembered Erin saying there was a jock in the night stand, so
I went into the bedroom, and sure enough, there in the top drawer was a
black old style jock.  I put it on, noting that it was a perfect fit...how
did they know my size?  Oh, yeah, Kyle.  It actually felt pretty good,
holding the device up and my relatively small balls in, and didn't seem to
aggravate my freshly shaved skin.  I felt all over my body, feeling the
exposed skin, and started to wonder why I hadn't started shaving a long
time ago.  This felt wicked hot.

	I walked into the bathroom, and looked myself over in the mirror.
It was humiliating, for sure, to have lost all my hair.  But look at my
muscles!  My hard work on my body really showed now.  While admiring
myself, my cock started to stiffen back up in the device, but it wasn't
quite as painful now that it was compressed in the jock.  It got to a
certain point, and died back down to flaccid once again.  I went to the
toilet and completely relieved my bladder and intestines, then walked
around the house some more, taking in details.  This place, nicely
appointed, seemed more of a prison or torture center to me than it did a
house.

	It dawned on me then that they really had this all planned for a
while now.  The chastity device, as Erin stated, had been exactly made
custom to my flaccid size.  The jock was a perfect fit.  I wasn't sure if
anyone would miss me, but I doubted it as I never did any business of any
sort on the weekends.  Well, best to get my mind off that for now.

	I decided I wasn't going to clean up after the little shit.  I
grabbed the remote, sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV and flipped
through the channels until I saw something that perked my interest.  I
relaxed as I watched TV, my mind occasionally running through the events of
last night, all the way up till I passed out, then awoke here.  I
remembered Erin's words `Men like me can't afford to lose our reps due to
sick, uncaring, inconsiderate actions taken by boys like you.'  I thought
that a bit harsh at first.  But then I started thinking more about it.  I
really was a dick to Kyle, on many occasions.  I thought he would like it.
I thought that I had him pegged as a submissive bottom who liked that kind
of thing.

	Musing about this, I started to doze off.

	Bang.  Something smacked my head and woke me up.  I jumped off the
sofa, ready to nail whatever had hit me, and everything rushed back to me.
There stood Erin, looking highly pissed off.
	"I told you what needed to be done while I was gone!  What the fuck
are you doing here, laying on my property, sleeping, wasting energy with
the TV going and not watching it, while there was work to be done?!?  You
fucking lazy, good for nothing cunt!"  He blasted at me.

	Before I could think otherwise, I cocked my arm back and let my
fist fly.  Directly into his face.  He fell back from the blow, in some
shock, but recovered quickly.  I was advancing on him, thinking maybe I
could beat the fuck out of him, take his clothing and keys, and get the
hell out of here.  Then I saw a blur, and felt like I had been hit with a
truck.  I crumpled to the floor, biting down so hard on my tongue from the
shock that I think I nearly bit through it.

	Erin quickly jumped up, the electric prod an inch from my skin, as
I lay there in agony for a few minutes, panting and sweating.  "You got
your shot in, bitch.  You should have at least knocked me out.  Now you're
really going to wish you would have.  Get the fuck up."

	I slowly got up, keeping a respectful distance between me and him
and his savage little prod.  I put my hands up in front of me, putting on a
show of no hostility.  I didn't want that again.

	"I've decided what needs to be done with you.  And that little
display just proves it correct."
	"I'm sorry.  You scared me, I was disoriented, and I just reacted.
I'm really sorry if I hurt you."  I tried to extend the olive branch.
	"No.  You're not sorry yet.  But you will be."  He leveled his
cold, menacing stare directly in my eyes.  "Not only are you a smug, mean
spirited asshole, but now I know I can't trust you.  I have the power here,
Caleb.  Not you.  You no longer have any power whatsoever.  Only men, like
me, have that."

	I stayed quiet and nodded my head, still keeping my hands up and
open, as unthreatening as I could.

	"In a few minutes, we are going to take a drive.  I will be
dropping you off at your car.  You will be going home, to your place.  You
have no home here, Caleb.  I want you to remember that.  It might sound odd
to hear something like that now, but it's one thing you really must keep in
your head."  I nodded, agreeing that it was odd to hear as this was most
definitely not my home.  "Get to the bedroom.  Time to get you decent
enough to be in public."

	I walked into the bedroom, purposefully but calmly, not wanting to
set off another blast from that wicked little pole.  "Stand in the middle
of the room.  Hands where I can see them."  I did exactly as he ordered.
He left the bedroom, and I hear a lock unlatch and a door open, then after
a minute it I heard the door close again.  Erin walked back into the
bedroom, looking at me.  He had a tube of something and some article of red
clothing in his hand.

	"Turn around, kneel down, put your shoulders and face on the
carpet, and keep your ass up.  Then put your hands behind your back."  I
did exactly as ordered, and bent over felt my hole completely exposed.  I
was nervous.  I had a dread about what was coming.  I felt cold steel
placed around one wrist, then again around another.  He wanted to fuck me.

	"Erin, don't do this.  I've never been fucked man, that's just not
me."
	"Well, it is now."
	"Please, don't do this."
	"You're going to take it, unless you want the cattle prod again.
And after I give you the cattle prod, I'll just take your ass anyway.  So
shut the fuck up.  No more talking.  I'm taking your ass..." he said as he
started putting lube and sliding a finger into me "...whether you want it
or not.  Damn that's tight!  You really a virgin, whore?"
	"Yes.  Please don't..."  I whimpered.
	"Fuck, this is going to be great."

	Erin continued to finger fuck me for a few minutes, sliding one
finger, then two, then finally jabbing three fingers in my ass.  I was
panting and squealing in pain, trying not to move.  I didn't want that prod
again.  Finally, my hole relaxed a little from his fingers and my wanting
it to relax some.

	"Here it comes bitch."  I felt his cock head at my hole.  I tried
to relax, but I was just too nervous and tensed up.  He pushed in fast, me
screaming and my legs collapsing from the pain, which just made it all the
worse because he collapsed on me and it all shoved in.  This kid felt
fucking huge.  I hadn't seen his cock, but it felt enormous.  My ass was on
fire and I was pleading for him to take it out.

	"You want it out?  OK."  He pulled it out.  Then rammed it all the
way back in in one shot.
	"Ahhhhhh!!!!!"  I yelled.
	"Well, you wanted it out.  I did what you asked.  Want it out
again?"
	"Mmm...Ahhh!!  No, please..."  Knowing what the price for asking
him to pull out would be, I decided to lay there and try to take it.

	The pain was excruciating.  He started fucking, not caring about my
sobbing and pleading beneath him.  He was just in it for his pleasure.  He
continued fucking, speeding up after a bit.  Then he started really
pounding into me.  The slap slap slap of his hips on my ass was all I could
hear for a bit.

	Then something inside me broke.  I started to feel a twinge of
pleasure.  It warmed through my ass for a moment as he was violently raping
my hole, long dicking me and breathing heavily on my back.  Just a moment
was all I got, then he savagely thrust once more into me and collapsed on
top of my back.  As he lay there, I could feel a warmth burn through my
guts.  He had not just fucked me.  He bred me.  He used me like a whore,
and marked the property with his cum.  And it was such a wordless, violent
affair.  No dirty talk, no sweet talk.  Just raw, unbridled, savage sex.

	As he was laying on top of me, my ass throbbing around his cock, I
felt a distinct wetness in the jock.  I stayed there, waiting for him to
regain his strength.  Once he did, he quickly pulled out of my ass, fumbled
with a package behind me, and I felt something metal going into my well
fucked manhole.  It slid in, then my ass closed over a smaller base.  He
plugged me.

	My mind couldn't process this yet.  I just wanted to retreat.

	"Get up."  I slowly obeyed, feeling my ravaged ass throb as I
struggled to stand.  My face felt crusty from the salt of the tears.  I
looked at my package, and as he turned me around he did so as well.

	"Well well.  Looks like the slut enjoyed herself."  He laughed.
	"Whatever.  Look, you got your rocks off.  Good for you.  Can I go
home now?"
	"Oh yes.  As I said, you're not staying here.  This isn't your
home.  Turn around, let me take the cuffs off, and put those on."  He
nodded to the red thing on the bed.  I turned around, noted the prod still
in his hand, and he unlocked the cuffs.  I slowly went to the bed and
lifted what turned out to be a very thing, almost sheer, pair of spandex
running shorts up.  I looked at him quizzically, he nodded, and I slowly
pulled them up and on my body.  I looked in the bureau mirror, and saw the
black of the jockstrap easily shown through the red material.  This is one
sick kid, I thought to myself.

	His cock was still partially hard.  It had to be at least 8", I
thought.  And as thick as a can of red bull.  He noticed me looking.
"Yeah.  That's a real man's cock."  He smirked.  "How does it make you
feel, at your age, to just have been raped by a 21 year old?  With a dick
much larger than that useless piss stick you have?  How does that make you
feel, Caleb?"

	"I want to go home."  I sniffed.

	He wordlessly put his pants and shoes back on.  Half a smile seemed
to be permanently placed on his arrogant, handsome young face.  He motioned
me to follow, handed me my car and house keys, and we walked out, got into
his Jaguar, and left that horrible little house.

	He didn't say much on the drive to my car.  Just had that half
smile on his face the whole way.  I kept glancing over at him, waiting for
him to say the whole deal was over with.  Nothing was said.  By the time we
got to my car, I was sweating.  Finally, I had to say something.

	"Look.  I'll apologize to Kyle and offer to make it up to him.  Can
we just end this now?  Give me the keys to this device?  I'm not really
down for all of this, man."

	He stopped the car right next to mine.  Then turned to look at me.
"Ok Caleb.  I'll tell you where to find the keys..  And yes, I think
apologizing to Kyle would be a good idea.  Yes, we tricked you.  We drugged
you last night.  All of this has been planned for a long, long time now.
And whatever happens from here on, I won't hold anything against you.
After all, I did get to take your cherry."  He grinned, reached over and
patted my crotch.  "But, before I tell you where the keys are, you need to
admit to something.  You started feeling good, didn't you?"  He stopped
smiling and looked at me impassively.

	"Ok, yes, I guess there was a good feeling about it at the end.
And I did cum."
	"See how easy that was?  Really, when you aren't being difficult or
just a plain old asshole, you really are kind of cute and likable.  And,
not to mention, hot.  I didn't put on a show about that.  I wanted to fuck
the shit out of you at the club, right in front of everyone.  And who
knows?  That might still happen.  But no time soon."
	"I thought Steve and you...Steve's a sugar daddy and you're his..."
I ventured the question.
	"Steve is my real dad, Caleb.  Everything we told you was true.
Just with a twist.  And no, I do not take cocks in my hole.  I don't have a
pussy like you do, Caleb.  I don't get fucked.  And, no, Steve and I aren't
romantically involved.  He's just very supportive of me and my lifestyle."
	"I'm sorry.  I made the assumption that you two were..."
	"I know.  False assumption.  You are old enough to know better to
avoid those."  He said flatly.  I could only agree.  "I left the keys in
that change dish on your dresser at your place.  I also made a few other
adjustments for you."  I nervously looked at him.  "Nothing huge.  But just
some stuff you should get used to Caleb.  You need to broaden your
horizons.  Also, l left some contact numbers for people that will need your
talents on web design and other stuff on your computer.  Get ahold of them.
They pay good."

	I was pleasantly surprised by that.  Maybe he wasn't so bad after
all.  "Thanks."  I ventured, a little cautiously.
	"Don't mention it.  Now, tomorrow night, you are meeting Steve,
Kyle and I for dinner at The Umbra.  6pm.  You will be dressed decent, if a
little slutty, in some clothes that I bought for you.  They are hanging on
a red hanger in your closet.  Don't be late.  Now, get going."

	I hurried out of his car and fumbled with my key fob to get my car
unlocked.  The garage was pretty deserted, thankfully.  Although I was
dressed to public decency codes, everything was covered, I still didn't
want to be seen in the red, mostly see through spandex running shorts with
the jock clearly visible underneath.  I got in, rummaged around, and found
an old pack of cigarettes.  I hadn't smoked in over a year, but my nerves
were fried from this past night and mornings experience.  I needed one to
calm me down.  I puffed the stale cig, started my car and drove home.

	When I got to my apartment building, I sat in my car for a minute,
building the courage to get out and into my place.  There was no avoiding
being seen, really.  I knew that.  Finally, steeling my courage, I got out
of my car, went through the parking lot, and into the building.  I avoided
making eye contact as much as possible, feeling peoples eyes on me.  One
younger guy in the elevator mumbled "Nice ass."  I kept my head down.  I
finally got to my apartment, went in and shut the door.  My whole body felt
red from embarrassment.  I breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried into my
bedroom to my change dish where the keys were waiting for me.

	There, sitting in my change dish, were the keys.  I recognized them
immediately.  Because I saw them this morning already.  It was the plastic
baggie, full of metallic dust.  I lifted it up, tears started running down
my cheeks.  No...it can't be.  He was serious?  I stripped off the red
spandex.  I pulled the front of the jock aside, and looked for a long time
at the metal tube fully encasing my dick.  My once proud dick.  The
conqueror of many holes.  I tucked the tube back in the jock pouch, went
into my living room, poured myself a double shot of tequila, downed it, set
the glass down and kept the bottle of Patron in my hand, went over to my
couch and sat down.  I started to sob a bit.  I took a few swigs of
tequila.  Sobbed some more.  Then a few more swigs.  I proceeded to get
utterly wasted.


End of part one

Author's note: I wrote this as one piece, and finished it well before
starting "His Twin".  It's kind of longish for something on nifty, and it
wasn't written for nifty.  I never judged this to be a great story, but
it's kind of fun.  I will post the second part after I finish a quick edit.
I don't think I will be continuing with Caleb's adventures, but you never
know.  Let me know if you like it.  If you don't, screw you.  JOKING!  :)
Anyway, I hope everyone has fun with this story.  I have not had a chance
to finish editing Chapter 3 of His Twin, but I will post it as soon as I
get the chance!  Thanks!  *hugs/kisses*