Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 20:14:01 EST
From: Outlaw237@aol.com
Subject: Gage and Luke

Copyright 2002
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Disclaimer: The following characters are completely fictitious, and as
such, don't have to wear condoms.

Gage and Luke


	"Stop acting like a silly faggot and get your ass over here."
Luke's voice over the phone reminded Gage of the way he'd addressed his
slave.

	"Fuck off." Gage hung up, and wondered if Luke would pick up on the
wounded pride his voice so desperately tried to hide.  He hadn't spoken to
Luke since their night together.  That was his typical m.o. - when the
confusion got too heavy, when he felt he'd been played for a fool - Gage
hunkered down.  Unfortunately his cock refused to play along.  He got hard
every time he thought about his night with Luke, stroking himself 'til he
was dry - feeling Luke inside him, taking him.  But he saw this as a tug of
war and he had been pulled farther than he liked - much farther.

	Luke hadn't been accommodating, though, and after more than a week
of his bullshit, Gage had had enough - enough of Luke showing up at the
local park where Gage often played basketball, threatening to grab his cock
and shove his tongue down his throat in front of the mostly straight
strangers Gage was playing with.  Gage was out to friends and family, but
Luke knew in these situations he was more cautious.  He'd had enough of the
insulting voicemails and (successful) attempts at getting him hard at work,
mostly via email, and more than once on his pager when he was out with
friends. By the time he pulled up in Luke's driveway he was seething.

	There was no answer at the door, but Gage heard rumbling in the
back yard and figured Luke was working - he was always building something.
He liked living out in the middle of nowhere with the nearest house a mile
down.  It made some of his more skittish tricks less fearful of being seen.
The yard was full of mud patches from the rain over the last 2 days, and
the dirt hole left after Luke had some dead trees uprooted had become a mud
pit.  From a distance it looked like movie quick sand.

	That familiar grin of Luke's - the 'fuck yeah, let's play' look -
spread over his face as soon as he saw Gage heading toward him.  Of course
this is what he'd hoped for all along, setting a good trap and Gage walking
into it.  He knew if he pushed Gage far enough he'd eventually come (and
cum) for him.  Poor Gage, he thought.  He actually thinks he can get rid of
me, thinks he wants to get rid of me.

	"Well, look who's here.  I knew you couldn't stay away."

	"Cut the shit."  Gage was having none of Luke's attempts at keeping
things light.  "You're pathetic.  A guy's not willing to lick your boots,
just lay down for you like your fucking slaves, you can't handle it."

	"Well as I recall you liked laying down for me.  On your back, legs
wrapped around me, takin it....."

	"Enough!"  Gage cut him off.  Gage's anger didn't stop him from
noticing how good Luke looked in his jeans and work boots, and hoped Luke
wouldn't notice him stealing looks at his substantial package.  "That's not
going to happen again.  You can stalk me all you want but it's not.  What's
it going to take for that to sink in?"  Luke took off his work gloves and
walked closer to Gage, getting in his face, yet Gage was undeterred.  "But
then you're not used to hearing no.  You make sure you won't have to by
surrounding yourself with desperate masochistic fucks who can't get off
unless you humiliate 'em."

	"Well at least they're honest about what they want.  They're not
ashamed of it, not trying to run from it."

	"You don't know shit about what I want.  Take away your whips and
all the bullshit rules, and what's left?  You're all alike.  All that shit
keeps you from having to get close to anyone.  You think those fucks who
come around here give a rat's ass about you?  They're just using you."

	Something snapped inside Luke.  It had been welling up in him for
too long.  Gage saw his eyes and immediately regretted it.  Eyes he had
seen so many times warm and dancing, filled with wanting, piercing into him
while his cock was doing the same, were now filled with rage and hurt.
Luke's eyes were like a dog's right before he bites you, but there was no
reaction time.  Luke backhanded Gage so hard he fell back into the mud
hole.

	It took Gage a second to process what had happened, but soon his
face was burning like a match had been held to it.  He tried to right
himself but slipped, getting even more mud on himself, which Luke found
amusing.  "You pitiful little cocksucker."  Luke let out a sinister laugh
and Gage felt like he was back on the 3rd grade playground, feeling that
white-hot mix of anger and embarrassment, knowing Luke had held back.  If
he hadn't Gage would be unconscious right now.

	Finally getting to his feet he crossed to the taller Luke and went
for his gut, half punching, half shouldering him like football players
during practice, and both men fell hard.  Gage rose with his fist pulled
back but Luke was too strong; Luke pushed him onto his back and the two
started wrestling, struggling to keep from getting pinned in the muck.
Luke managed to get Gage's arms pinned long enough to straddle him, his
hands closing on his throat.  The grip wasn't tight enough to cut off the
air supply, but was sufficient to control him.  Luke pulled him forward
violently then shoved him back down into the earth, over and over again,
plopping the back of his head into the dirt stew.  Gage couldn't believe
his strength.

	"You stupid fucking prick!  What's the matter with you?"  Luke
shouted.  Gage could see the confusion in Luke's face and suddenly felt
very self-conscious.  He didn't really have an answer.  "Answer me!"

	"You just don't get it, do you," Gage's voice had lowered and he
looked away, still struggling to free himself and trying to catch his
breath.  "Just leave me the fuck alone." Sensing Gage was giving way, Luke
released his neck and held him pinned by the wrists.  Both men were covered
in mud.

	"Did I get to you?  Huh?  Is that what happened?  Somebody finally
get to the mighty Gage?"  Luke raked a mud-coated finger against Gage's
mouth making sure to shove some in.  Gage spat it back at him and struggled
harder.  Gage hated him so much in that moment, but hated even more how
good Luke's heat felt against his stomach.  The mud had started to seep
through Gage's shirt.

	"Awww, is that all you got?" Luke hissed.  "You disappoint me.
Daddy spoiled you just a little too much, eh?"

	"Fuck you!"  The frustration in Gage was starting to swallow him
whole but he struggled to stay calm, knowing Luke enjoyed seeing him out of
control.  "What do you know about it?  You don't even have a father."

	"No but I got you," Luke said it so matter of factly as one would
state the color of the sky.  "Been eating away at you, hasn't it?"  Luke
clasped both of Gage's wrists in one hand and began rubbing Gage's cock
through the muddied denim.  Gage squirmed to free himself but Luke
tightened his vice grip.  "How many times have you cum thinking about it?
Huh?  You probably ran out of cum feeling me fucking you," Luke was
practically whispering now, his lips curling into a snarl.  "Didn't you?"

	Gage turned away and closed his eyes tight.  If he could just
squeeze them tight enough Luke would disappear, like a bad dream.  Maybe it
was all a dream.  He'd dreamed of Luke so many times since that night it
was hard to keep the dreams separate from reality, all blurring into haze,
like a steamed mirror.  But the ache in his cock was all too real.

	"You remember?  How intense it was?  You were so open to me."  Luke
unbuttoned Gage's fly and yanked down on his waistband.  He grinned when he
discovered Gage wasn't wearing underwear.  He grabbed a hunk of wet dirt
and shoved it down the front of Gage's jeans.  Gage winced at its
unexpected coldness.

	"How long after we fucked could you feel me inside you?  You can
still feel me can't you?," Luke continued, rubbing the mud roughly against
Gage's cock, eliciting a low grumbling noise from deep in Gage's throat.
Gage had so much mud on his face his eyes practically glowed in the
twilight.  It caked his hair and had fallen into the shirt he wore with the
top 2 buttons open.  Luke was itching to see his flesh.

	"Filling you, so deep inside.  Touching you where no one else has,"
Gage's head was thrown back, his cock rock hard, his breathing labored.  He
could feel himself losing control again.  Luke yanked down harder on Gage's
jeans, pulling his cock free, bathing it in mud that was quickly slicking
with precum.  "I made you cum from the inside."  The roughness of the mud
was sweet agony on Gage's swollen organ.  "I didn't even have to touch your
cock.  Remember?  You came so hard for me."  Luke greased Gage's balls with
mud and made a couple of attempts at ripping his shirt before it gave way.
"Just me."  He let up his grip on Gage's wrists and held him down with both
hands on his chest, pushing forward putting more weight on his own arms.
"You begged me.  Have you forgotten already?  Begged me to fuck you."

	Gage was moaning, thrusting his hips up at Luke.  The mud had
started to dry on Gage's chest.  He could feel it tightening, making his
nipples hard.  Luke stroked fresh wet sludge against Gage's nipples with
his thumbs, pinching them hard, dragging his thumbnails over them making
Gage's cock jump.  "Aaaaaaaaa," Gage tried to push himself up on his
elbows.  If he'd gotten that far he wasn't sure if he'd try to kiss Luke or
punch him, but he didn't.  Luke kept his weight firmly pressed onto him,
rubbing the mud hard up from his belly to his pecs like he was kneading
dough.  He had no intention of letting him go.  Luke's eyes had started to
look warm again, Gage noticed.  Warm and lusty.  He managed to get Gage's
jeans down around his knees, and slapped a huge handful of mud against his
crotch, matting his pubes.

	"You don't ooze like this for anyone but me." Luke had begun to
sound like he was running on a treadmill when he spoke.  "Look at you."  He
grabbed another fistful of mud and packed it against Gage's ass crack,
rubbing it back and forth against the puckered hole.  The grainy texture
was maddening.  "You going to stop fighting me?"  Gage was thrusting so
wildly Luke had to struggle to slow him, dry humping his own raging cock
still trapped in his jeans against Gage's nakedness.  The roughness of the
denim plus the mud made Gage cry out.  "Oooh god.....no......don't......."

	Luke muffled his cry with his own mouth, biting his lower lip,
tasting the bitterness of the mud, putting all his weight on Gage.  Gage
tried resisting but his tongue betrayed him, lapping at Luke's like a
thirsty man takes to water, trying to drink him in.  Luke pulled back to
read his victim's fixed stare into his eyes.  Gage was motionless save the
rise and fall of his chest, rapidly sucking air in and out through his
mouth, his eyes wild.  Satisfied that he was temporarily subdued, Luke
moved down to remove Gage's hiking boots.  "I don't want anything on you
but dirt," Luke smirked as he pulled off the boots, then the jeans.  "And
me."

	For a split second, Luke turned his eyes off Gage to toss his boots
and jeans far enough to make it harder for Gage to find them in the growing
darkness.  Gage lept to life in what he knew was his only opportunity,
scrambling to his feet and lunging at Luke, toppling him, trying his best
to choke him.  But his arousal had weakened him.  Luke lay still on his
back, Gage's hands wrapped around his throat.  He sensed Gage's hesitation.

	"You want to choke ME?," he taunted.  "You don't have the balls.
Do it.  DO IT!"  The rage had returned to Luke's eyes.  Gage loosened his
grip briefly then squeezed tighter again.  Gage's eyes were desperate, and
now Luke could see it was not he Gage was fighting.  Gage was fighting
himself.

	Luke slowly raised his hand and placed it on Gage's mud-caked
thigh, moving it toward his angry erection.  "Is that what you want?  To
hurt me?"  He gripped its base gently and very slowly slid his grip up the
shaft.  Gage groaned and tightened his hold.

	"Let go," Gage muttered, trying to back his hips away from Luke's
grasp.  Luke's eyes never left his.  He stroked harder.

	"You know when I touch your cock, it's like I'm touching my own.  I
know just how to touch you.  I know you, Gage.  I know what you need.  Why
can't you let me give it to you?"  He moved his hand up and rubbed Gage's
faint treasure trail up and down, tracing his appendectomy scar from when
he was a teenager.  Gage tried to lunge back out of Luke's reach while
still keeping his hands on him.

	"What do you want from me?"  Gage's gaze was steely but Luke could
see the sadness underneath.

	"Everything."

	Gage closed his eyes and slowly opened them searching Luke's face.
He wasn't sure what for.  He marveled at how Luke was being with him - like
the wolf that could rip your throat out, choosing instead to roll over and
let you touch it.  He loosened his hold on Luke's throat, sliding his right
hand up to rub his thumb across Luke's mouth, pushing into it like a
curious child who's found something he can't quite identify.  He began to
paw it harder, wiping the mud away with his fingers.  He bent forward, his
tongue licking away the rest of the mud, pulling back to tease Luke.
Luke's patience was fading.  He grabbed Gage's hair and pulled him down,
onto his back, and held him fast, fucking his mouth with his tongue,
pushing as far as he could into him.

	Luke paused taking in the site of his prey naked, covered in a thin
layer of dried and drying mud. "Mmmm it's all over you," Luke groaned as he
sucked Gage's neck, moving down to bite his nipple.  Gage's cries were
getting louder.  Luke rose up to he knees and pulled his own shirt off,
letting Gage see the mud caked on his massive frame, matted into the fuzz
on his pecs.  Gage whimpered and reached up for one of Luke's tender
nipples, who rewarded him by dipping low enough for him to lick the mud off
it.  Luke growled; his hands were all over Gage - running up and down his
body, pawing his balls, fingering his crack.  "Ugh, want you so bad," Luke
breathed.

	"Shit!  Goddamnit, Toby!"  Luke's bark startled Gage out of his
fog, and he realized he hadn't felt Luke's young Doberman pissing on him,
on his left side near his ribs and his left arm.  It's warmth felt
soothing.  "Should have done that myself," Luke smirked, moving up and off
Gage.  "Guess he's jealous."

	"Did you get to him too?"

	"No.  You're the only dog I need to fuck."

	Gage moved to get up, his stubborn cock refusing to budge, and was
abruptly stopped by Luke's boot on his chest.  "Stay.  Gooood dog."  This
was like one of those dreams where you wake up but can't move, Gage thought
to himself, a cloudy mixture of real and unreal.  Everything in him was
saying flee, but his body wouldn't let him.

	Luke walked toward the house.  The porch light came on, casting a
faint yellow glow out into the yard, it's edge nudging the mudhole.  Gage
felt like a fool, but oddly enough, safe.  Luke returned with the garden
hose already putting out a good stream, and took aim at Gage, rinsing the
piss and mud off his crotch and torso.  "There.  Now I can taste you," Luke
tossed the hose aside and went to kneel by Gage, noticing he had started to
shiver.  "Too cold for ya?" Luke teased.

	"Fuck this.  Where are my clothes?"  The cold water had brought
Gage to feeling more like his old self.  He'd had enough.  Luke shrugged,
and stood motionless as Gage brushed angrily past him toward the house,
looking around in vain for his clothes.  Gage was feeling shame in his
nakedness; his legs were weak.

	Once inside Gage went immediately to the bathroom and got in the
shower.  The heat felt even better than expected against his tired muscles.
Taking his anger reluctantly with it, the mud began fleeing his skin,
puddling at his feet in a brown soup.  Blood from a few scrapes earned in
the scuffle trickled down as well.  He soaped his body, running his hands
over his flesh, imagining how he must feel to Luke.

	The soap's scent was familiar, he had noticed it on Luke before.
Bathing himself in Luke's smell made his cock throb.  He could still taste
Luke, still smell him.  And now his ass was betraying him, aching to be
filled.  He leaned back against the tile, closed his eyes and began to jack
his begging cock, fingering his own hole.  Images flashed in his mind -
Luke's cock, his mouth, his eyes, his heaving chest, the veins that snake
down his forearms.  He remembered Luke savagely flogging the slave, and
imagined being whipped by him, fucked by him up on all fours, collared and
leashed by him.......

	Luke was watching.  He could make Gage out behind the opaque
sliding door of the shower.  Naked but still mud soaked, he began to stroke
himself.  His cock was like lead.  He smiled knowing Gage had enjoyed
himself more than he wanted Luke to know.  He liked getting inside Gage's
head almost as much as his ass.

	"Having a good time?"  Startled, Gage wiped the steam off the
shower door.  He couldn't read Luke's face but could see he was naked.
Luke moved into the shower, pushing Gage aside to step into the stream,
rinsing himself clean.  Gage admired his powerful back, firm ass and strong
legs while Luke finished his shower as if Gage wasn't there.  Motherfucking
son of a bitch, Gage seethed.  Another game, another attempt to teach me a
lesson.  He was always playing Luke's game, but Luke couldn't play alone.
Yeah, fuck him.  He can't play alone.  Though still soapy he moved to slide
the shower door and exit when suddenly Luke whipped around, pushed Gage
under the shower against the tile, grabbing a fist full of his balls.  Gage
cried out and Luke pushed his hand over his mouth, muzzling him.

	"Mmmmmmmmpppphhhffffffffffuuuuuuckkk......" Luke could feel Gage's
anger against his palm as he tried to spit out a torrent of obscenities.

	"I think you missed a spot," Luke hissed, tightening his grip on
Gage's sac.  "I also think you need to calm the fuck down."  Gage's eyes
were like fire.  "You calm?" he asked pulling down on Gage's balls.  Gage
tightened his eyes shut and nodded, moaning a muffled 'yes'.  "Good boy."
Luke slowly loosened his grip and left the shower, draping a white towel at
his waist.  Gage noticed Luke's erection was gone and felt strangely
disappointed.

	"You're not in much shape to be driving," Luke spoke to him like a
parent.  "Waaaaaay too much anger.  What's it like carrying all that around
all the time?"  Gage stayed silent.

 	"Take the guest room; sweats in the dresser," Luke said as he
tipped his head toward the hall.  He studied Gage's face briefly.  "Guess
you see me as an enemy after all."  Gage wanted to speak, wanted to explain
he simply couldn't give Luke what he wanted, but thought better of it.  He
was at last alone - his balls ached, his head ached, his cock finally going
flaccid.  Just one night, he thought to himself.  Tomorrow he could leave
Luke's house, Luke's life; leave him behind.  Just like you've left them
all behind, a voice in his head nudged.

	Gage pulled a T-shirt and sweats from the dresser drawer as Luke
had instructed.  They were Luke's.  They smelled like Luke.  Again his cock
sprang to attention as he pulled them on, but he was too tired to give it
attention.  He got into bed and started drifting off, happy to be warm and
clean.  Yeah, just one night.  He could deal with that.

	Several hours later, Gage was dreaming.  Luke's hands were running
along his legs, his mouth nibbling his inner thighs, licking and biting the
tender flesh where the leg joins the body.  He felt a mouth sucking his
bulge through cloth, making him ache.  Gage stirred, coming out of his
slumber just enough to reach for his hardening cock.  He felt hair - it was
Luke's head.  Still in a sleepy fog he pushed against it, testing its
realness.  "Luke?" he managed to whisper.

	This was no dream.  Luke became more aggressive, mouthing him
through the sweats until they were soaked through with cockdrool.  Luke
roughly pulled them off, awakening Gage enough to see that Luke was nude,
sprawled on his stomach between Gage's legs.  Luke began kissing Gage's
balls, gently, quietly, slowly, licking and fondling them as if in silent
praise, brushing his nose across them letting them rest on it's bridge,
biting lightly on the skin between his balls and ass.  "Ooooh fuck.... ,"
Gage was moaning loudly, and reached for his own now straining cock.  Luke
took his hand, stopping him, taking Gage's cock, squeezing it's thickness,
watching the precum dribble down the back of his hand.

	Luke lapped at Gage's cock, running his tongue slowly from base to
tip, nipping and kissing up and down the shaft while Gage quickly removed
his T-shirt.  "Mmmmmm, suck me," Gage begged.  But Luke stayed silent,
using his entire body to pleasure him, rubbing his legs against Gage's
legs, his feet against Gage's feet, his belly against the tip of Gage's
oozing cock.  Luke moved up silently and devoured Gage's open mouth, who
offered no resistance.  Luke then turned on his side, positioning his cock
near Gage's mouth, and the two men began the 69 ritual they had performed a
few times before.

	Luke groaned loudly upon first entering Gage's mouth.  He worked
Gage's cock until the tip hit the back of his throat, struggling against
his need for air as long as he could.  Gage fondled Luke's ass while he
sucked him, running his finger along his crack, tracing his hole.  Gage was
wild with raw desire; he felt the need to taste every part of Luke welling
inside him.

	Luke shifted, sitting up and straddling Gage's face, facing away
from him.  He had never allowed Gage inside him, not even a finger or
tongue.  Yet now he offered his ass for Gage to taste, pumping furiously at
his own cock.  Gage circled Luke's hole slowly with the tip of his tongue,
eliciting a cry from Luke that could have been mistaken for pain.  He
lapped hungrily at Luke's ass, like a dog licking his master's face,
wetting it, reaching around pulling Luke's hand off his own cock, replacing
it with his own.  As Gage stroked Luke, he plunged his tongue as deeply
into him as he could, pistoning it in and out.  Luke was panting, steadying
himself by reaching his hands back and bracing against the mattress,
grinding against Gage's face.

	"Stop....stop.....don't want to cum yet..." Luke turned to face
Gage and once again sprawled on top of him, kissing him so deeply Gage felt
like he might suffocate, tasting himself on Gage's mouth.  The two stayed
eye to eye though their faces were too close to register more than a blur.
Gage felt the intensity getting out of control and grabbed a handful of
Luke's hair, pulling on it and biting down on Luke's lower lip.  Luke
grunted in pain and squeezed Gage's cock tight enough to make him wince,
then loosened his grip to a slow stroke.  "Eaaaasy," he whispered.  "Easy."

	Luke suckled and bit on Gage's nipples making him bellow like a
wounded bull.  His mouth moved down to Gage's abdominal scar, pushing his
tongue strongly against it, tracing it's length.  Gage's hand instinctively
went to Luke's head to push him away, but Luke was unrelenting.  Gage
slowly tucked his hand back and stroked Luke's hair - another sign of his
surrender and trust.

	Luke slid further down to lap softly at two of the cuts on Gage's
knee he'd caused when they fought.  Then his mouth found Gage's hole.  He
lapped at it greedily, pushing easily inside, impaling him.  A task he had
once assigned to a slave, as if it were menial, Luke was now eagerly doing
himself.  But this was different.  The slave's ministrations had felt rote
and disconnected; Luke was making love to him.  Gage was now moaning loudly
on every exhale, offering himself freely, pushing his ass against Luke's
tongue.  His hard nipples, tweaked off and on by Luke, rising with his
breathing.  Luke started to speak against Gage's hole, his hot breath
whispering against it like you would an ear.

	"You taste so good, baby.  Soooo good."  He alternated licking with
kissing Gage's opening, and continued to talk against it..  "So, you never
answered me.  How long after I fucked you did you feel me inside you?  Tell
me."

	"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, all night," Gage was so aroused he was shivering.

	"How many times did you cum?"

	"Mmmmmmm, three.  Three."

	Luke started sucking on Gage's puckered ass, gently at first, then
harder like you would a straw in a thick milkshake.  "Have you let anyone
fuck you since me?"

	"No," Gage whimpered.  He had started making the same animal sounds
Luke had heard when the slave was tongue fucking him before.

	"Has anyone touched you?" Luke panted "Touched your cock?"

	"Just me."  Gage turned to half bury his face in the pillow.  A
tear slid down his left cheek.  If Luke noticed, he didn't let on.  Luke
took his attention from Gage's begging ass, making him whimper.  Luke's
cock was desperate for release.  He raised up pausing to look at Gage,
breathing his scent, feeling him squirm beneath him.  Gage could sense how
urgent Luke's desire had become.  The naked longing on Luke's face was
unsettling.  Gage turned his head, and his body followed, moving to roll
over, offering his ass to Luke.  He wanted to be taken this way, needing to
give himself completely.

	"Want to see you," Luke ordered, pulling Gage back onto his back.

	"But...."

	"Not yet..........," Luke pushed his thumb as far into Gage's
hungry mouth as he could.  Gage sucked it desperately.  Kneeling astride
Gage, Luke reached up and removed the black leather cord he wore around his
neck, now moist with his sweat, and raked it across his soaked cock.  He
fastened it at Gage's throat, rubbing his thumb across it and Gage's flesh.

	"I don't want you to take this off.  Only I get to.  And next time
I do I'm going to tie it around your cock."

	Gage moaned and reached for Luke's swollen purple cock head, but
Luke kept him at bay with 2 fingers worming up his ass.  "It's light, you
won't remember it's there most of the time, but whenever you see it or feel
it, I want you to feel me, to remember this - remember when I first....."
Luke stopped himself before finishing, but Gage knew what he was going to
say, what he meant.  This was no casual fuck, no 'scene' like before.  And
Gage realized that this was just as difficult for Luke as it had been for
him; there were after all, no props, no lashes, boots or whips.

	"Ooooooooh, pleaaaaaase....." Gage begged pitifully, as Luke snaked
three fingers exageratedly slow in and out of his aching hole, rubbing the
finger of the other hand back and forth over Gage's soaked piss slit.

	"Please what?"

	"Mmmmm, let me......."

	"Let you cum?"

	"Uuuuuuugh" Gage was frantically trying to roll over now, to escape
Luke's Chinese-water-torture light stroking on his cock tip.  Luke didn't
stop him as he flipped onto his belly, instead pulling him up on all fours.

	"Wider," Luke spread Gage's legs further apart, exposing his gaping
hole.  The precum had slid down his crack making it glisten.  "Stroke your
cock"

	Gage groaned in disbelief but reluctantly followed Luke's commands.
He was so close but didn't want to cum until Luke was inside him.

	"Stop," Luke ordered.  Gage began whimpering like a child.  Luke
touched the swollen mushroom head of his cock to Gage's hole, rubbing his
back and ass cheeks.  "I'm gonna give you want you want."

	"Fuuuck!  Do it!"  Gage angrily panted.  Luke slid just the tip
inside, holding it there. Gage tried to back further onto it but Luke
pulled back, then reached around to pinch Gage's nipples punishingly hard.
Gage cried out.  "More......more."

	Luke stayed still, keeping just the tip in, feeling Gage shudder,
he hole clamping so tight on it, then pulled his cock from Gage's body.  It
jerked and throbbed in protest.  Luke was struggling to keep control, but
his ragged breathing gave him away.  Gage turned to look at him, wild and
confused, and angry.  Luke rolled him over on his back, making him lie in
the wet from his own cock.  Gage was pawing at him, trying to pull him onto
the raw highway of nerves he didn't even recognize anymore as his own body.

	"Told you I wanted to see you."  Luke quickly positioned Gage's
legs up over his shoulders and held Gage's arms down like he had in the
mud.  His cock once again found its warm, wet home.  He plunged into Gage
as hard as he could, no lube, no waiting. He drove deep up to his balls,
sending a hot shot of pain and unbearable pleasure through Gage.  He fucked
him like an animal, like his cock was trying to pull him inside out as you
would a sock.  "Cum for me.  Cum for me now.  You denied me for so long."

	Luke's cock was stretching Gage, filling him, until Gage's cock
relented.  One final slam against his spot sent thick ropes of cum spewing
and clinging onto Luke's fuzzy chest and taut belly.  When the cum hit him,
Luke's balls pulled up tighter and his own climax overtook him, shaking him
as he kept up his rhythm in Gage's ass, feeling it tug on his impossibly
tender flesh, gutting Gage with his spunk.

	He stayed inside Luke, even as he was softening, pulling out only
after he'd rubbed Gage's jizz into his own pecs, his nipples, his belly.
He lay beside Gage and rubbed a cum soaked hand against Gage's abdomen and
reddened nipples, pushing his fingers against Gage's mouth as he came down,
making him suck himself off of them.  He nipped and bit at the cord he's
placed at Gage's throat, pulling at it his with his teeth.

	"I won't take it off," Gage whispered, a final reassurance though
now Luke needed none.  "Only with you."  Gage liked the thought of being
completely naked, with nothing touching his body, only for Luke.  He
reached up and fingered his "collar," hooked his finger under it and
tugged.  It was strong, like Luke.  The thought of Luke "marking" him this
way, the similarity to the slave's collar, and Luke's drying precum all
over it made Gage's cock stiffen again.  Luke moved closer to Gage and
kissed him deeply; seeing him harden made him want to take him again.  Gage
looked lost in thought.

	"What are you thinking about," Luke whispered.

	"You."