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The House Boy's Summer
Chapter 2: Shower Power
Part 2: Try It
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Chris stood still and radiated heat for a minute, before stepping aside
towards his desk.  He put his hand on my shoulder and caressed it with his
hand.  "I definitely need another beer.  How about you?  You feeling okay?"

"Sure," I replied with a smile, turning my head so that I could see his
slim profile sidling away, "that shower kind of sobered me up."

Chris bent over to get at the cooler under his desk, the two globes of his
ass straining tightly against the soft black fabric of his boxer briefs.
My dick twitched, knocking against the walls of its confines as it did so,
but I couldn't stop staring.  Fortunately, just a moment later, Chris
turned around to hand me a beer, causing my eyes to necessarily be drawn to
his face.  I popped the beer open as soon as it met my hands and took a
gulp of it.  Chris popped his open as well, leaning backwards onto his
desk, facing me with the fabric of his boxer shorts crumpled tightly
between his thighs.  "You're horny again, aren't you?"  He smiled with a
mischievous grin, as if daring me to say no.  "Don't suppose you'd be brave
enough for some hypno-porn."

I laughed, exaggerating a puffed up chest as if I was truly offended by the
notion of fear, "Bring it on," I replied, "I can take anything you dish
out."  I took a big sip of my beer in order to build up an obnoxious belch,
which had its intended effect of making Chris laugh.

"Alright," Chris had a huge grin on his face, as if excited to see what I
was getting myself into, "If you're sure you're not scared of being brain
washed."

I shook my head, "Even if it is brain washing, I like it."

Chris took another sip of his beer, smile not fading, and pushed the desk
chair towards me, "Sit down, I already set up the file before we got into
the shower."

"How long's the video?"  I asked him, pulling the chair towards me and
sitting down, "Are you going to watch with me?"

Chris had turned around again, leaning over his computer, I could see
passed the waistline of his boxers to the black screen that appeared before
the video.  "Nah," he replied, taking a step back and giving me room to
roll the chair in front of the computer, "I'm a little drunk and, as you
know, these videos are way stronger on an uninhibited mind."  He paused to
take another sip of his drink, looking me over as he did so, "it's only
about ten minutes long, so I'm gonna head out to the pool house while
you're watching.  Just meet me out there when you're done, okay?

"Yes Sir," I replied, looking up and nodding encouragingly at him, but all
he did was hold out an admonishing finger.

"Don't touch your dick."  He shook his finger heavily, as if he knew that I
had already made moves at defying that order, "Even if you want to really
badly, don't.  You're not allowed."

I gulped, "I'm really sorry Master Chris."

"You will be sorry if you touch your dick," Chris said, placing his hand on
top of my head and steering it towards the computer.  He tapped the
spacebar, starting the video with the studio's brand name popping up on the
screen, "I'm leaving your hands free so you can drink and come downstairs
when you're done.  Don't betray my trust."

"No Sir," I replied, though my attention was already half-focused on a
picture of one of the models I would be seeing, "I won't let you down."

"Good boy," Chris patted my back, "Now focus on the video and have a good
time."  There was some motion next to me, with Chris grabbing the cooler of
beer from near my feet, but I endeavored to follow his instructions and
keep my eyes on the video.

I could tell, even before I started, that this video was going to be a
little different than the others I had seen.  With the videos my brother
had given me, only in the straight ones did the actors look relatively
close to my age.  The first one ever was actually set in a college dorm,
and involved a three way between a girl and two guys.  I knew my brother
was gay by that point, and assumed the mix was for his benefit, but felt
kind of selfish when it turned out there wasn't actually much in it for
him.  So I told him that we could watch something truly bisexual, even
though I knew I was opening myself up to more guy on guy, but I didn't know
that my brother would bring videos with men in their thirties and forties.
Hot men, fit men, but men nonetheless.

Chris, on the other hand, had started up a video with models that were
definite boys; neither seemed to be a day over 25.  They were also
muscular: the first tall and blond, with a swimmers build, had well
displayed abs and a bright youthful smile; the second, a shorter dark
haired wrestling type, had more muscles, especially for his height, which
bulged with impressive masculinity.  These guys were hot, and definitely
more my thing than the kind of guys my brother seemed to be in to.  I
smiled at this, thinking that maybe Chris's porn would be even more
enjoyable than my brother's.

The actual movie started abruptly, someone had obviously cut out the plot
line.  The two boys were already making out, and I could see the shorter
one's well developed ass straining through the back of his purposefully
tight jeans.  Although it appeared that he was making the first moves, I
instantly found myself thinking that he would end up being the bottom.  It
wasn't really a strange idea, I thought as I took a sip of my beer and
spread my legs to allow my dick the ability of pointing upright, I usually
wanted the guy who looked more like me to be the bottom.  What was strange
was how I almost instantly knew his role.  Chris was clever, I thought as I
could feel my hard dick pumping blood in anticipation, this video was
already working way better than any my brother had given me.

The clip had started with the boys shirtless, so I wasn't surprised as the
bottom boy pulled the pants off of his top.  The blond wasn't wearing
underwear, and his hard cock popped straight out towards the bottom, who
bobbed obliging down onto it for just a moment before standing up to remove
his pants as well.  "You're pretty hot," the blond said as the wrestler's
dick, shorter than his top's, vibrated with excitement, causing a similar
reaction from mine.  The bottom didn't say anything, he just went back to
work on the blond guy's cock.  This was a job I was familiar with, and I
licked my lips a bit as I imagined it was me with that large veiny shaft
flowing swiftly in and out of my mouth.  The blond moaned with approval and
shifted slightly so that his legs were spread on either side of the bottom.
"Yeah, you like that cock don't you?"  The blond asked, closing his eyes
and licking his lips sensually.

"Mmm hmmm," was the only response from the bottom, who was dutifully using
his lips to form a tight seal around his top's cock head.  The camera
switched positions for a moment, and I was given a clear view of the
wrestler's muscular ass which was making short movements up and down in
time with his dick sucking.  I could see the bottom's ass cheeks spread
slightly, opening just enough to make me think of my own hole, which was
currently being neglected.  Even though Chris hadn't just mentioned it, I
decided to follow his instructions from earlier and refrain from sticking
my finger into my butt in order to achieve some level of masturbation.

There was another cut in the film, and now the bottom had taken his mouth
off the top, who was making moves to turn over and present the bottom with
his ass.  This was interesting, I thought, as I leaned closer and took
another sip from my beer.  I had read a little on the internet about ass
licking, even looked at a few pictures of it, but I hadn't seen any
live-action videos yet.  The blond swimmer's ass was beautiful, with tanned
globes that spread easily under the touch of the bottom's fingers.  The
very sight of a top's hole made me place my hands on top of the cup
covering my dick, with sincere doubts that I could keep myself from defying
Chris and going inside it.  I tried my best to refrain, however, as the
dark haired bottom dug his tongue deeply and passionately into the top's
clean shaven hole.

I moaned and involuntarily stuck my tongue out a bit towards the screen.
God it was hot, the way the bottom kept going at that guy's ass.  I wanted
to do that to someone, I wanted someone to do that to me.  It was just as I
was beginning to imagine how amazing it would feel to have your ass licked
as foreplay, and then properly fucked by a long hard cock like the one
hanging down between the blond haired guys legs.  "Oh yeah," the blond
said, pushing his tight ass out towards the eager kisses of the wrestler,
"Yeah, lick that ass."

For some reason I felt like the taunt was meant as slightly degrading, but
shrugged it off quickly.  The passionate digging of the bottom's tongue
into the top's ass continued on for a few more minutes, and with each one
that passed by I felt more and more desperate to start jacking off.  There
was another cut in the video, and I was treated with a scene of the blond's
thick tool being pushed aggressively into the wrestler's wet and willing
hole.  The bottom boy gave off an appreciative moan while the swimmer took
a firm hold of the short guy's strong muscular legs and used them to pull
him further onto the cock.  The top used the bottom's hips as leverage,
propelling himself back and forth.  He would always come near to the
threshold of the wrestler's smooth ass, but then would just push himself
deeply inside again, much to the bottom boy's delight.

It wasn't long before I was watching cum shots, making my own dick wet as
it too wished for relief.  While the bottom boy came I was treated with a
weird mixture of thoughts about ass licking, stroking my cock, and getting
my butt pounded.  All were particularly inviting images, and I was
disappointed as the movie ended with a still image of the blond creaming
all over the bottom's face; the dark haired muscleman eagerly opening his
mouth in an attempt to catch it.  "Wow," I said to myself, pushing my chair
back and staring longingly at the still screen.  I rapped my fingers
against the cup, knowing that my cock --Â filled with blood and lust --
was only a piece of plastic away.  "This is going to be an interesting
summer," I noted to no one in particular as I closed the video and stood
up.

I grabbed my beer and held it briefly against the back of my neck, pushing
on my perineum in lieu of stroking my cock.  It felt pretty good, so I
decided to hang around for a second and massage the muscle, but glanced out
towards Chris's pool house, knowing that he was waiting for me.  To my
surprise Chris was still outside; talking to one of MY friends: Jacob, but
he always preferred Jake.  Even though Jake looked relatively generic from
behind, I could tell it was him from the clashing Hebrew and Arabic symbols
on the bottom of the longboard he was leaning against.  Normally I would've
been happy to see one of my friends, but in my drunken state I just felt
disturbed.

The thing I found most disconcerting was the casual way in which he was
leaning towards Chris: it looked a lot like Jake was hitting on him.  Not
only that, but like Jake was playing a game with Chris that both had played
before.  He laughed at something Chris said, and suddenly my heart began
pounding as I imagined Chris telling Jake that I was a houseboy.  What's
more, Jake was pretty open about sexuality and had never said anything
about being into guys before.  How could Jake be so casually hitting on
Chris?

I tried to tell myself that Jake's preoccupation with Chris meant he
wouldn't be thinking about me, but even Chris telling Jake that I was there
would practically mean outing me to one of my best friends.  Just as surely
as I could sense Jake's gay intentions from seeing him with Chris, Jake too
would be able to discern my own homosexuality.  As if to mock me on this,
Jake leaned in to kiss Chris on the cheek, or at least I assumed it was a
kiss since Chris pushed the advance away.  I could see him waving Jake out
of the house, although he didn't really look upset about what had just
transpired.  I couldn't see what Jake's face looked like, but I could tell
that he was nodding as he dropped his board to the pool deck and skated off
around the pool and towards the front of the house.

I turned around, my heart still pounding as I moved out of Chris's bedroom
and made my way for the stairs.  I walked slowly, keeping in mind that Jake
had just left and might still be hanging around near the front of the house
and the windows by Chris's front door.  For the first time in hours, since
arriving at Chris's house, I felt like I might be doing something wrong.  I
took a sip of the beer Chris had left me with, and tried to push Jake's
proximity out of my mind.  Unfortunately, when I reached the bottom of the
stairs, I could see that he had stopped his board in Chris's driveway
facing out towards the street and talking on his cell phone.

So my heart continued pounding as I sprinted passed the windows for the
second time in about an hour, hoping that Jake didn't turn around to see me
at just the right time.  I didn't stop running opened the door to the back
patio and stepped back out into the dying summer sun.  Chris was off by the
pool house, bending over to get a beer from the cooler.  I could see from
where I was standing that his ass was perfectly framed by the seams of a
pair of blue jeans he had put on.  I tried to concentrate on it as I
crossed the pool deck, reminding myself that things like Chris's muscular
ass were why I wanted to be a houseboy this sumer.

"Was that Jake who was just here?"  I asked as I stepped into earshot.

Chris spun around, displaying his gorgeous well-structured abs that wound
their way down into the waistband of his pants.  He still had the
sunglasses on over his eyes, despite the fact that the dying sun was behind
him, and he took a sip of his beer before saying anything at all.  "Yeah,"
Chris replied with a burp and then a sheepish smile, "he wanted to hang
out, but I told him I had a guy over."

I took a sip of my beer, which was starting to get a little flat even
though I had over a quarter can left, "Are you and Jake friends or
something?"

Chris smiled, "Sort of.  Why?  You curious about your friend's sexuality?"

I nodded with a sheepish frown, "Wouldn't you be?"

"Don't worry," Chris laughed, slapping me lightly on the shoulder with an
open palm, "I didn't tell him anything about you."  He took another sip of
his beer with a knowing light in his eye, "Jake is a really nice guy, but
you should get comfortable in your own skin and come out at your own pace."

I scratched the back of my head, somewhat skeptical of Chris's words given
the fact that I was standing before him in nothing but a jockstrap.  "I
don't know, I've just got this feeling like we're doing something wrong."

Chris shook his head, "Being in the closet always feels a little wrong, but
if you stick with us all summer you'll be out by the end."  He put his
hands on both of my shoulders and gripped me with reassurance, "Don't worry
about Jake, no one is going to make a whore out of you; especially not to
your friends.  While you're with us you're protected, unless you decide
that you don't want to be."  The look he injected into my eyes was quite
sincere: he had a smile on his face saying that he was quite happy to be
looking after me --Â and I felt reassured.

"Come on," He flipped his head back towards the pool house, "I've got one
more hypnosis session planned that is bound to ease any of your remaining
nerves."  Chris grabbed me by the wrist like he was about to take me on a
fantastic journey, but did nothing more than spin around and led me to the
door of the pool house.  I followed almost as if on a leash as he turned
the knob of the solid wooden door and pushed it open, still sporting a
smile as he turned to show me inside.  The room was set up as it usually
was: the pool table was over on the far end, the old red leather couch was
sitting in front of the TV on the wall right in front of me, a coffee table
and two reclining chairs completed the living room set.  Up on the walls
were posters of random bands and athletes from various sports teams --
mostly soccer, swimming, and snow boarding.  All of this I had seen before,
but there were two new additions to the room.  The less obtrusive of the
additions was a bar sitting behind the couch and to my right; it looked
fully stocked with everything from whiskey to wine, and I caught myself
wondering briefly where Chris had managed to get all that alcohol.

The other new addition to the room, which was much more terrifying than any
bar, was a stool that was sitting between the coffee table and the TV.  It
looked like your normal cheap plastic affair, except that a dildo had been
attached to the top of it so that it was sticking straight up into the air.
Somehow it had been altered so the dildo was flush with the base of the
stool, instead of having a base of it's own, and seemed to be merged
wholly, as if the furniture had been manufactured that way.  "Me and Mike
invented it," Chris said, obviously following my gaze, "He kind of
nicknamed it the 'bad boy seat', but he meant it as a cute joke."

I looked at the contraption with wide eyes: its shaft was not only long, it
was wide.  Definitely wider and longer than anything I had ever used
before, or most of the dicks I had seen in porn.  "Cute joke?  Am I
supposed to get the whole thing inside of me?"  I asked, more as a
rhetorical question than anything else.

Chris placed his hands on my naked obliques and moved me further inside and
out of the doorway, pushing the door closed with his foot as he directed me
inside.  "I know the thing is huge: it's longer than most real dicks that
wide, and wider than most real ones that long."  As he said this he
maneuvered me over to the center of the room so I could have a better view
of the ominous chair.  "The chair is really only meant for training
purposes, it'll help you deal with even the most extraordinarily large
guys."

"And," I paused, looking the massive shaft up and down, "your plan is to
have me sit on it tonight?"

"Yep," Chris stepped around the stool, standing behind the dildo like he
was about to give a school report, "Do you think you can manage it?"

I nodded, preparing myself mentally for the task to come, "I can definitely
try."

"Good," Chris replied with a wink, "because I've got some of the most
important hypnosis you've experienced yet planned, and it'll be way more
effective if you're sitting on this baby."  He took the dildo in his hand
and looked intently at me, like he was about to demonstrate the use of a
complicated machine.

I looked down at the chair, the 'bad boy seat' as Chris has put it, "Is the
dildo supposed to hypnotize me?"  I asked with a skeptical smile.

Chris chuckled, "No, but I want you to know a couple of things so that you
don't end up tearing yourself up."  He pointed an accusing finger at me,
"The most important thing is to use lots of lube on the shaft and yourself.
Very specific to this stool is that you have to balance your feet on both
sides," Chris pointed deliberately down towards the rungs to show where he
meant, "the thing is top-heavy so it's easy to fall over if your legs
aren't spread at either side."  I nodded to show that I understood.  "The
only other thing," Chris said, raising his hands off the object, "is that
you need to keep the dildo clean.  I'll show you how to take it off and the
process you'll go through to keep it sanitary, but tonight we'll just use a
condom."

I laughed a nervous laugh, starring hard at the formidable object in front
of me.  Chris said he wanted me to try, so I would, but the thing looked
like it was liable to "tear me apart", as Chris put it.  "Are we doing this
right now?"  I asked him.

Chris put his hands on his hips, looking down at the dildo as if he was
surveying a problem, "As long as you think you can handle it."  He nodded
towards the dildo, "I'd really like to try my hypnosis on you."

"I can handle it," I replied, smiling at his business-like manner, "Are you
going to try hypnotizing me without a video?"

"No," Chris looked at me apologetically, although I wasn't sure why he'd
feel bad about this answer, "I still have to use a video to put you under,
but I'd like to focus on being able to put you under with just verbal
prompting.  Are you willing to work with me on that?"

I laughed, glancing at the massive dildo and then back at Chris's
alcohol-flushed cheeks, "Yeah, I'd be willing to work on hypnosis with
you."

"You're beautiful," Chris gave me an intense look, like he was considering
something about me that he hadn't before.  I wasn't sure if his statement
was meant as a thank you for agreeing to be his hypnosis subject, or if he
was literally telling me that I was beautiful.  Maybe, I thought, it was a
bit of both.
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Author's Notes:

I"m really sorry for the long delay between this post and the last one, I
hope it didn't make the part too difficult to read.  This chapter didn't
divide as easily as Chapter 1, so I'll try and get the next part up quickly
to keep the story flowing.  As always, all your thoughts, comments, ideas
can be directed to RyanHartBooks@Yahoo.com.  The delay has filtered into my
response time, but I'm still doing my best to get back to everyone, so keep
the comments coming!