Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2016 18:10:55 -0700 From: Ken Duxbury <kenduxbury52@gmail.com> Subject: The Disagreement, Part 3 This story is a work of fiction. Originally, this was a two part story, not originally intended to be put on Nifty. However, I have had numerous fans screaming and begging for more adventures with Caleb. After an email last week from one specific fan (You know who You are *wink*), I was convinced that perhaps Caleb needed more action, so I'm going to pause my fantasy/sci-fi novel (non-erotica) that I've been working on, and pump out some more chapters. And this time, maybe I'll leave it open-ended(ish), so I can continue in the future. It involves legal, consent aged men, with titles (such as Sir/boy) denoting Dominant or submissive persons. This work is not to be recreated or copied without approval from me, the author, Kenneth P Duxbury, and the usual legal mumbo jumbo applies – if you are not 18 or it is illegal to read adult erotica where you live, close this out now, etc. DONATE TO NIFTY!!!! NOW!!!! Or face the consequences! *evil laugh* Seriously, though, we need to donate to Nifty so we all have a free place to post our stories and read others. THE DISAGREEMENT Part 3 Time Goes By Tom and I had been together for 8 months, and I had basically all but moved in. The lease on my place wasn't up for another 2 months, so I had been using that as storage or a place to crash after a night out downtown (It was close to the gay clubs and bars, after all, made more sense than risking driving while drunk). But most nights found me in Toms bed, getting my ass drilled by his massive cock. Can't complain there, right? Wrong. Over the last 2 months, I had noticed Tom pulling away from me emotionally. It began subtly. For example, occasionally Tom would grunt in non-commitment when I asked if he wanted to go out. Or respond with a bored sounding "I don't care." When I asked what he wanted to do for the weekend. Stuff like that. But over time, his ambivalence had turned to outright hostility. He would yell at me for minor things, to which I would retreat to my apartment for the evening, not saying anything in return. But, on the night of our 8 month anniversary, I planned on changing that. I had thought that maybe I wasn't been attentive enough sexually, although I always tried to give him great sex even when I wasn't in the mood. I wanted everything to be about him that final night. I took the day off from work and slaved away in the kitchen on a Prime Rib roast, complete with baby red potatoes, fresh snow peas, au jus, and even fresh made horseradish (it was tough finding the raw horseradish, but I did at an organic foods store). He got home, came into the kitchen, stopped and looked at me quizzically. "Hi, hon! Surprise!" I enthusiastically said. "Smells good." He half grunted, half replied, looking less than thrilled. "I decided it was time for a treat for you," I began and sidled up to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to kiss him. "so I stayed home from work, and cooked you a great dinner. Tonight is all about you, just you, and your pleasure." "You took the day off from work just to make me dinner?" He stated flatly, only half asking. "Yeah. Well, that and I got some other stuff ready for later..." I trailed off mysteriously. "Well, smells good, so let's eat." He said without much emotion, breaking away from my embrace. I was a bit taken aback by his response and demeanor. All throughout dinner, I would look at him and give him a loving and devoted smile, but he would just eye me flatly. Something wasn't right, and I was starting to feel like he wasn't appreciating anything I had done. Or maybe he just had a bad day at work. Yeah, that was it. "Bad day at work?" I tentatively asked. "Eh. Been better, been worse." He said. Something was definitely up, but I decided to just let it go and try to win him over with a smile and let him unwind and relax. We finished up dinner, and I told him not to worry about the dishes. I took his hand and led him to the living room, sat him down, took off his shoes for him and told him I would go clean up the meal real quick and be back. He just sat there, then flipped the TV on. I wasn't getting any responses from Tom at all. At least not the ones I was hoping for. His emotionless state left me clueless. I didn't understand what his deal was, but I decided to go forward with my plans of making tonight all about his pleasure. I finished in the kitchen, then approached him from behind and started giving him a shoulder massage. "Work on my feet instead." Tom grunted. I complied, went around and knelt in front of him, then started kneading his feet through the socks. "Take the socks off..." He said, a slight annoyance in his command. I took the socks off, and despite their rank smell (his feet stink, and I mean stink, after a full day in his loafers), I started massaging his feet. I tried not to show any reaction to the smell. "Oh for fucks sake! Get your fucking mouth on them! Tongue massage!" The surprise showing in my face I'm sure, I stood up, finally getting a bit pissed. "Tom. What the hell is wrong? I was just trying..." I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence. He lunged at me, and his fist connected with my jaw, and I went down, sprawling on the carpet completely stunned. The next thing I knew, Tom had a fist full of my hair, dragging me towards the bedroom, yelling "Inconsiderate, lazy fucking faggot, that's what you are!" and "Can't believe I ever saw anything in your worthless ass to begin with!". To be honest, I was so surprised I was literally stunned into inaction. I just went limp, trying to process what was going on, dreading what was coming next. And I was right to dread it. Tom grabbed me at the bottom of my jaw, and lifted me up onto his bed, unceremoniously dumping me on my back. "Lay the fuck down, and shut the fuck up." He said with pure menace in his voice. I actually started trembling. I rarely saw Tom get physical, but I knew he was a strong mother fucker, and right then he was scaring the shit out of me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, as he was pulling off his clothes. "Take your clothes off, cunt." I didn't respond. I was so scared I couldn't move except for the trembling. "Jeezus fuck! I said..." Tom screamed as he literally tore my clothes off my body and dumped them in a shredded pile on the floor. "Take your fucking clothes off! I swear to god you're fucking worthless!" My (still locked up, of course) cock started shriveling even more inside its metal cock tube/prison, as I laid there in abject terror as my lover savagely manhandled me. The tears started flowing freely then. I didn't understand what I had done to make him so mad at me. "Tom, please, let's talk..." I didn't finish my sentence. He backhanded me, and I could taste blood in my mouth. "This is how it's going to work, you worthless fucking bitch. You're getting fucked. Yes, it's going to be about my pleasure, and only mine, because I'm going to take your ass dry. And if I hear one more word, one more sound, out of you...anything at all, you'll fucking regret it. Got it?!?" He growled. I just nodded my head, but when he slammed his entire cock in my ass, no lube, no nothing I screamed. "I warned you." He snarled, as his hands encircled my neck. "Time to shut your worthless ass up." He yelled, as he started tightening his grip on my throat, while plunging his massive dick in and out of my ass. In a very short period of time I realized he wasn't letting up. He kept drilling me, throwing painful, torturous stab after stab in my unlubricated hole, all the while his hands were wrapped around my neck. I couldn't even croak out a `please' or `stop'. My face felt hot, and I felt weak. My lungs felt like there was a fire inside them. I felt tears freely running down the sides of my face. My vision started blurring, and I was weakly clawing at his hands around my throat. I couldn't think; it felt like my brain was shutting down. Then everything went black. Author's note I really appreciate all of the feedback I have received from everyone regarding this story and the other ones I have on Nifty. I really wanted to let Caleb have that happily-ever-after, but my fans made the decision for me. Plus, it's not every day I have a porn star clamoring for more of my work (note to that fan: You make my own locked up cock leak profusely...thank You...and yes, you can have the keys any day), so I had to continue with this story. Sorry this is so short, but I wanted to set the stage before delving into the meat. As for the cliffhanger I'm leaving off with in this short prelude to the continuation of "The Disagreement", will Tom off Caleb? Will Tom come to his senses? Will the caped crusader crash through the window to save the day? You'll have to wait and find out this weekend, so stay tuned!