Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2008 18:22:39 -0600
From: Richard <richard@surfeit-verdure.com>
Subject: Under Construction Chapter 4

This story is fictional and involves unprotected fetish sex between
consenting male adults.  Do not read it if this material offends you, or
is illegal for you to possess.

For Efrain. Comments, suggestions, and requests encouraged.

Copyright 2008, richard@surfeit-verdure.com.
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The trees flashed past the truck windows as Cody and Nate sped toward
the town.  Late afternoon sunlight filtered through to the road.  Nate
watched the rest area that had started all this whiz past.  His dick
stiffened in its mesh pouch.  Cody jerked the wheel over and sped into
the motel parking lot with the tires howling.

"I need to unload the truck before I can finish your preparation for the
evening.  Wait for me by my room."

"Yes sir."

Nate stepped down from the truck and slammed the door.  He suddenly
remembered that he was still naked except for his jock and boots.  His
clothes were locked firmly in Cody's toolbox.  He stood shivering next
to the low cinderblock building.  A few other men from the road crew
were straggling in.  A cat call whistled out.

"Nice one CPig.  Can I have what's left when you're done?" laughed a
stocky man, rubbing his crotch with one hand while sliding a key into a
door a few rooms down.

"You know the rules.  Everyone's welcome after 9."

Nate's face flushed, but his jutting penis gave him away.  Cody slammed
the driver's side door, picked up two toolboxes, and sauntered over to
the motel.  He set down the boxes and swung the door open.

"Pick them up and put them next to the fuck bench."

Nate jumped to obey.  The room looked about the same as it had the
previous night.  The steel and leather fuck bench was still set up at
near the far wall.  The bed had been stripped down to just a pair of
wadded-up sheets. Clearly the cleaning crew hadn't been through.  The
smell was thick and stale - cigar smoke, piss, and cum.

More dried cum stained the top of the bench. Nate quickly realized that
he hadn't been the only one worked over that night.

He set the two toolboxes down next to the wall.  One was a heavy plastic
box scuffed and streaked with dirt.  The other was shining diamond plate
stainless.

"We have a full evening ahead of us.  However, right now I'm tired and
need a break, and then something to eat.  How about you?"

"Yes sir!" exclaimed Nate.

His stomach was growling.  The giant's piss and cum was all he'd had to
eat all day.  He could still smell both each time he breathed out.

"Good.  Time for my shower.  You can start with my pits."

Cody sat on the edge of the bed.  His tattered white T-shirt hugged
broad shoulders and a barrel chest before curving under a substantial
belly.  The short sleeves stretched tight over the tops of bulging
fur-covered arms.  Yellow sweat stains ringed each pit.  A dark wet band
ran vertically between his pecs.

More fur was exposed at the neck, thinning only slightly before merging
with a thick beard.  His hair was cropped to the point of nearly being
shaved.  His eyes were almost grey, and pierced right through Nate.

Below the belt he was wearing the same blue jeans from the day before.
Dirt and tar streaked the worn fabric.  The frayed cuffs were piled on
top of an old pair of tan leather steel-toed boots caked in mud.

Nate almost tripped over himself getting to Cody's side.

"Take the shirt off."

Nate hooked his fingers into the frayed collar and gently pulled it up
over Cody's head.  It slipped slowly over the sweat-drenched skin
revealing a thicket of fur carpeting a wide chest.  Pulling it free from
Cody's upraised arms, Nate buried his nose in the stained fabric.  The
scent was intense.  The sharp smell of sweat mingled with male musk.

Cody watched his student reveling in his funk with bemusement.

"Clean my right pit."

Cody raised his arm revealing a thick mat of twisted brown fur.  Beads
of sweat still clung to the hairs.  Nate kneeled on the bed and buried
his face in the dark wet cave.  The acid vapors stung his nose as he
lapped up the salt with his eager tongue.  Soon his face was soaked with
Cody's sweat.

His tongue burrowed through the fur to clean the skin beneath.  Nate
tipped his head up and down  to reach every inch.

"Good.  Now the left."

Nate walked to the other side of the bed, his dick peeking over the top
of the band of his straining jock.  Pre-cum dribbled over the faded
label.

The scent and almost spicy taste of the pit made Nate's head swim.  He
licked up the moisture, then rubbed his buzz-cut blond hair against the
dark cave, smearing the funk everywhere he could.

"You're turning into a good fuck pig.  Now take my boots off."

Nate squatted in front of Cody and tugged eagerly at the tangled laces
on his right boot.  Sliding it off revealed a soaked white sock covering
a broad foot.  The room was filled with the warm wet stink of a hard
day's work.  Nate peeled back the sock exposing the size 12 behemoth.

The thick fur from Cody's leg spilled down across the ridge of the foot,
then re-emerged as dark tufts on each knuckle.  The skin on top was
thick but relatively soft.  The sole was tough and leathery from a
lifetime of work.

Nate lifted the foot to his face to breath in the funk.  Fresh sweat was
overpowered by an earthy tang.  Cody's big toe vanished into Nate's
mouth.  The salty bitter taste washed over him.  His tongue swirled
around the warm digit, alternately slicking down the patch of hair and
grating over the harsh callused skin of the pad of the toe.  Nate
repeated the washing till finally even the little toe was clean.

"Left foot." said Cody, now laying on his back on the bed.

Nate snorted deeply from the dirty boot before peeling off the other
sock.  This time he rubbed the sweaty foot up and down over the pre-cum
soaked pouch of his jock, shaking with pleasure as the rough skin and
fabric scraped against his cock.

Each toe was polished in turn.  He began to run his tongue down the sole
of the foot when suddenly it was yanked away as Cody sat up.

"That's enough."

Cody stood and brushed past Nate, tugging on his shirt.

"Please sir, can I have your cock?" pleaded Nate.

"Speak when you're spoken to.  You'll get it soon enough."

Cody plopped down in a chair and slid his boots on over his bare feet,
cinching down the laces.

"We have some additional prep work to do before dinner.  Get on the
bench on your back and hold your legs."

Nate scurried to the bench to obey.  Wrapping his arms around his calves
he pulled his ass into the air, opening the crack wide.  The day's
pounding had left his hole red and swollen.  He almost felt like Horse's
cock was still inside him.

Cody walked past the bench.  Nate heard one of the toolboxes being
unlocked and opened.  Cody came back into his field of view carrying an
old fashioned pump-style oil can and a small butt plug.

Nate felt the tip of the oil can slide just inside his hole.  Cody
squeezed the trigger a few times and cool lubricant flooded into Nate's
bowels.  Setting the can down on the lower bench, Cody slid a finger in
and mopped the thick jelly in and around the open hole.  The residue
went onto the tip of the plug.

The stretched ring accepted the rubber torpedo easily.  Nate had to
squeeze just to keep it from sliding out on the river of lube.  Cody
picked up the oil can and disappeared from view again.  Nate heard more
shuffling in the toolbox.

Now Cody was carrying a rubber tube with a  ball at the end.  It looked
like part of a doctor's blood pressure cuff.  He fiddled with the plug
and Nate heard a light click.  Cody fixed Nate's gaze, then squeezed the
rubber ball.  The tip of the thin rubber plug ballooned.  He squeezed
again.  The T-shaped base of the plug pulled tight against Nate's hole.

Hiss.  Nate felt his hole stretch.

Hiss.  The expanding rubber filled his ass.

Hiss.  His ring was now pinned hard between the plug's base and its
swollen tip.

Hiss.  Nate gasped as his inner ring stretched tight.

Cody studied his sweating face for a moment longer, then reached down
and released the tube from the plug with another click.  Nate sucked in
air, trying to get used to the feeling of being completely filled.

"Stand up."

Nate released his legs and slowly lowered them to the floor.  The plug
was tight, but flexed with his movements.  He stood uncertainly.  The
feeling was intense but not painful.  Every movement pressed the plug
against his sensitive guts.

"I'm going to go get something to eat.  I'll bring you back something.
However, I can't have you wasting any cum while I'm gone.  That belongs
to me."

"No sir!  I won't sir." stammered Nate.

"I'd love to trust you, but I think some insurance is in order.  Take
off your jock."

Nate slid the pre-cum soaked fabric over his stiff cock and down to the
floor.

"Give it to me."

Nate bent over as best he could with the plug lodged in his ass.  He
managed to pick up the jock and hand it to Cody.

"Your scent is coming along nicely." said Cody, breathing deeply from
the stained pouch.

He dropped the jock into the open steel toolbox and rummaged through its
leather-lined compartments.  Nate recognized many of the toys and tools,
but the one Cody picked up was a mystery.  It was shaped like a
oversized condom, but was made of thick black rubber.  The tip had a
short tube protruding from it.  The other end had a rubber pouch
narrowing to a collar.

"This will keep you from enjoying yourself too much. Though some of my
students become quite attached to it."

Cody spread the collar at the balls-end of the device and spit a massive
wad into it.  Grabbing Nate's cock with the other hand he spit again and
rubbed the slime into the throbbing shaft.  Nate nearly came from his
touch.

Flipping the ball sack inside out, Cody slid the shaft cover over Nate's
dick.  The thick rubber pressed down hard against every millimeter.
Using both hands he flipped the ball sack back over and stretched it
over Nate's testicles.  The thick collar snapped closed tight against
his crotch.

Nate's balls pressed against the rubber.  His cock was helpless inside
the walls that held it firmly aloft.  The sensation combined with the
pressure from his ass to set his mind on fire.  He'd never felt anything
like this before, and hoped that it would never stop.

Cody reached into the toolbox again and returned with a
standard-looking leather cock ring.  Strapping it around the rubber
collar he fastened it closed with a small padlock.

"I'll be back in 20 minutes."

The lights clicked off, the door slammed, and Nate was alone.  He walked
stiffly to the tiny bathroom and pulled the light cord.   His dirty face
looked back at him from an equally dirty mirror.  Cupping his hands over
his beard and nose he inhaled the scent of Cody's sweat and Horse's
piss.

He stepped back so he could see his naked body.  Buzz-cut hair faded
into a scruffy beard wrapping his rounded face.  More fur spanned his
pecs before re-emerging on his thick arms.  A dark thicket squeezed out
of the edges of each pit.  Farther down, his belly swelled before
sloping down to his crotch.  Stocky legs supported a wide pair of thighs
framing the black sheath over his cock and balls.

Nate was transfixed by the shiny rubber pressing against his straining
skin.  He tugged on the shaft, but the lock around his balls held tight.
 The feel of his hand was like a distant stranger.  Pulling harder, Nate
felt the rubber slide on Cody's spit, but only for a fraction of an
inch.  He was helpless to relieve the pressure and lust churning in his
trapped balls.

Pressure of a different kind was causing its own discomfort.  Nate
examined the short black tube emerging from the tip of the sheath.  He
pointed it toward the toilet and let go.  A dark yellow stream splashed
against the white bowl.  The pressure against Nate's prostate reduced
the flow to an uneven trickle.  The feeling was almost as good as
cumming.

The last few drops clung to the tube, slowly elongating as they dripped
off.  Piss mixed with pre-cum.  Nate wiped some onto his finger and
tasted it.  It was stronger than any of the other men's he'd drunk.  He
laughed, realizing what a strange situation he'd gotten himself into,
and how natural it all felt.  He'd gone from giving an occasional
blowjob to a horny oilman to being a captive fuck pig in only 24 hours.

Nate returned to the mirror.  Facing the wall, he spread his cheeks and
craned to see the missile lodged in his ass.  Only a thin rubber T-bar
showed.  Ass hair curled along either side of it.  There was a small
fitting in the center for the inflation tube, but no sign of a release
valve.  Not that Nate wanted its pressure out of his ass.  Pushing and
pulling it, he felt his guts slide back and forth, his abused prostate
sparking his nervous system.

His slow strokes only made the tension in his balls worse.  The plug
wouldn't give him enough motion to bring himself off.  He kept trying
anyway.

The door slammed.  Footsteps approached.

"Examining your new training aids?" smirked Cody.

"Yes sir." answered Nate, unsure if Cody was going to be angry or not.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes sir!"

Cody yanked hard on the black sheath trapping Nate's dick.  Nate
stumbled forward, but the thick rubber held firm to his balls.

"Ahhhgggh"

"Good.  Grab your ankles."

Cody looped two fingers under the T-bar of the butt plug and pulled.
Nate began to tip backward, only to be stopped by Cody's other hand on
his ass.  The tension against his hole surged.

'Ooooh Fuuuuck" gibbered Nate.

Cody released the plug and it slid gently back in.  Nate panted, resting
against his bent knees.

"Good.  The fit is excellent.  Come eat your dinner."

Nate walked after Cody stiffly as the plug re-seated itself.  Cody
plopped down in one chair and gestured toward the other.  Two fast food
bags sat on the table, and Cody wasted no time tearing into his.  Nate
shifted in his chair, trying unsuccessfully to find a position that
would take the pressure off his prostate. Giving up, he gulped at the
greasy burger.

Cody finished first, shoving the bag into the trash.  He leaned back in
his chair and watched Nate with a quiet intensity.  Nate slid his empty
wrapper away.

"Better?"

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."

"We've got a few hours before the boys come over.  You've got a long
night ahead of you, so I'd recommend that you get some sleep while you
can."

"I'd rather be with you sir." said Nate, quite sincerely.

"I appreciate that, but I have to insist.  Assume the position on the
bench."

Nate walked to the fuck bench and crawled onto its two side platforms.
His rubber-encased dick slipped through the small hole in the top,
dangling in the air below.  Laying his chest down on the leather, his
ass opened, releasing some of the discomfort from the inflated plug.  He
grasped the steel handles near the floor and rested his chin on the
thick leather bench edge.  Relaxing, he began to feel the abuses of the
day mellow and fade.

He felt cold leather fastening over his legs and back.  This time an
extra strap slid over his neck and cinched down.  Cody's boots came into
view as he bound Nate's wrists to the bench legs.  The boots retreated,
and now Nate could only see the black tarp directly below him.

Nate could hear Cody moving around the room.  The heavy thunk of boots
dropping to the floor was followed by the rustle of clothes.  Faint
footsteps approached Nate, then he heard something being picked up from
the toolbox to his left.  Cody's bare feet came into view.

"Open."

Nate felt a wad of fabric being shoved past his teeth.  He recognized
the now familiar smell and taste of his own jock.  This time a thick
leather band flashed briefly into view before tightening gently over his
mouth.

Another rustle of fabric and Cody's own black jockstrap dropped to the
floor.  Nate saw a hand pick it up before its dark pouch tugged down
over his eyes.  His nose was inundated by the thick smell.  Sweat.  Cum.
 Piss.  Male.  Seconds later, the grid of light filtering through the
wet pouch vanished with the click of the light switch.

Nate heard the bedsprings complain as they took Cody's weight.  Silence
filled the room.

The leather supporting and binding Nate's naked skin slowly warmed.
Tight, sweat-filled rubber engulfed his cock and balls.  The plug in his
ass settled into a comfortable fullness.

Nate should have been terrified.  He was completely helpless, and knew
that in just a few hours a parade of strangers would be fucking him in
every way imaginable.  Instead, the perfect confinement wrapped him with
a surprising calm.  The weight of the day pulled his eyes closed.  The
scent of Cody's jock filled his lungs as he drifted off into a dreamless
sleep.

"He ready?" said a voice that Nate didn't recognize.

"Just got to pull the plug."

Nate was still blinded by Cody's jock.  He heard rustling in the
toolbox, then felt someone touching the rubber in his ass.  With a
sudden hiss the pressure in his guts was gone.

"Fuuuck!" he tried to yell through the gag in his mouth.

His ass shook and clenched at the void the plug had left.  He barely
felt the deflated shaft being pulled out.

"All yours."

Nate felt something touch his hole.

"Got a present for you boy." said the unidentified voice.

With one lurch, Nate's ass was full again - this time with cock.  A pair
of thighs slapped into his own.

Nate gasped against the fabric in his mouth.  The cock didn't hurt - the
plug had taken care of that - but he hadn't expected the invader to ram
in so hard.

"Fuck.  You got a whore here.  Why you like em so stretched out CPig?"

"You've just got a small dick."

"Fuck you."

The cock in his guts pulled out, then slammed home again.

"Squeeze my dick boy." yelled the unknown man.

A sharp slap rang out against Nate's thigh.  He let out a muffled yelp
of surprise.  His ring clamped down on the shaft piercing it.

"There you go.  Keep it up."

The cock picked up the pace.  Crotch and thighs slapped into ass on each
stroke.  Nate squeezed down as hard as he could to pleasure the
stranger.  His own cock strained in vain inside its rubber prison.

"Mmm.  You got a nice warm ass boy.  You like this?  Huh?"

Nate couldn't speak, or raise his head to nod.

"Do ya?"

Another loud slap.

"Yes sir!" yelled Nate as well as he could through the jockstrap and
gag.

The stranger continued jack hammering his ass, panting with each stroke.

"Ohhh Yeah"

Cum splashed into Nate's guts.  The stranger grunted with each wave.
Nate felt the cock being yanked out of his ass.  The stranger wiped it
against both cheeks.

Nate heard the man hawk, then felt warmth splash on his back.

"Keep the change."

A zipper yelped, footsteps retreated, and the door slammed.

Nate kept his ass clenched, hoping to keep in the cum.

The room was nearly silent.  Finally, Nate heard someone moving on the
bed, followed by the click of the television coming to life.  The sounds
of the evening news droned.

Nate lay in limbo, wondering what, or who, would be next.  He didn't
have to wait long.  A single knock sounded against the door.

"The buffet open?" said a familiar voice.

Nate finally placed it as the man who'd seen him waiting outside the
room.

"Fuck away."

Footsteps approached.  A stubby finger tapped Nate's hole, then popped
inside.  It turned, feeling the inside of the ring.

"Who beat me to it?"

"Matt." grunted Cody from the bed.

"Fucker."

The finger withdrew, and a zipper sounded.  Nate felt a penis press
against him.  He braced for another slam.  Instead, the head slid slowly
into his cum-slicked hole.  Nate felt his swollen lips tighten down as
the head passed.  They dragged across the dry shaft, sending tremors of
pleasure through him.  A prickly bush of hair glided to a stop against
his ass.

The shaft stayed buried for a few seconds before sliding slowly in the
other direction.  Now coated with Matt's cum, the feeling was more
subtle, but every bit as hot.  Nate desperately wanted to be able to
jack himself off, but the straps held him tight.

The head of the penis pulled against the inside of Nate's hole.  Just
before it popped out, it reversed again and slid deep.  Each stroke was
ecstasy.  This man fucked like Cody did.

All the way in, almost out, then back.  Nate visualized the man he'd
seen so briefly outside.  Shaved head.  A round face with dark mustache
and beard.  Dark skin.  He felt the man's rough hands gently tugging
against his own love handles on each stroke.  He could almost see the
stocky body sliding into his own.  He could feel that the man was uncut
- the hood  providing extra stimulation each time it slid against the
walls of his ass.

He imagined sweat beading on the stranger's face as clenching ass
massaged his cock.

The stranger's pace picked up almost imperceptibly.  Nate heard his
breathing intensify.  The tugging pressure at the end of his last stroke
intensified, and his cock broke free.  Nate heard the man's breaths turn
to short gasps.  Warm cum sprayed onto Nate's ass and back.

Nate felt a rough hand wiping through the pools of cum.  He imagined the
stranger sliding cum-slicked fingers into his own mouth to savor the
taste.

"Thanks CPig.  I owe you."

The door slammed behind the stranger.  Nate waited in anticipation.  He
felt the warm cum on his back cool, then begin to tingle as it dried
around the edges.  His dilated ass shrunk fitfully closed.  The sound of
the television continued in the background.  Nate wondered what Cody was
doing.  Was he watching his fuck pig squirm on the bench?  Watching his
ass flex open and closed?  Nate hoped he was making him proud.

A tentative knock sounded.

"In." barked Cody

"Can I have another go at your pig?" said another familiar voice.

"Well, you didn't break him the first time - you're not likely to break
him now." said Cody with a certain annoyance in his voice.

Nate's heart raced.  He recognized the voice as being the giant that had
reamed him out that afternoon.  Horse, Cody had called him.  He knew his
ass was prepared this time, and desperately wanted that massive cock
back inside him.

"That's one sloppy ass.  Remember me?  You want this again?"

"Yes sir!" yelled through the gag, trying to make himself heard.

Nate heard Horse spit.  The giant cock pressed against his ass like a
fist.  Nate sucked in a lungful of air and pressed down as hard as he
could.  He felt cum squeeze out and trickle down his crack.

Horse grabbed a handful of flesh and fat on either side of Nate's belly,
and shoved.

"Aaahhh fuck. Fuck." mumbled Nate into the gag.

The fat head spread his ass lips.  The long fat shaft slid in.  It just
seemed to keep going forever.

Cody's careful preparation made the process less painful this time, but
no less intense.  His ass felt even fuller than it had with the plug in.
 Horse's cock tip probed the folds of his guts as the big man
repositioned himself.

Out slid the cum-slicked dick till the head lodged in Nate's clenching
ring.

"Interesting brand of lubricant you've got here CPig."

"100% natural.  Accept no substitutes."

"Now let's see what CPig's toys have taught you boy."

The shaft slid back in till crotch slapped into ass.  Nate lurched
forward, but was stopped by the leather straps.  The cock retreated,
pulling his guts with it.  Almost out, it slid back in with another loud
slap.

Each stroke became faster and harder.  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Nate closed
his eyes and held onto the bench as hard as he could.  He felt like he
was being fucked by a wild animal.

"Uhhh!" grunted Horse on each impact.

The giant grasped his flesh hand holds like a vice.  Below the fuck
bench a thick drizzle of sweat and pre-cum dripped from the piss tube on
Nate's cock prison.

Nate felt like he was going to black out from the intensity of the
feelings coming from his ass.  Instead, Horse's strokes tapered off and
shortened.  Nate expected to be flooded with cum, but nothing happened.

"Hey CPig, my ass could use a good cleaning.  You mind..."

"Yeah, he's had enough on the bench.  You can flip him."

"Ahh.  Fuck!" yelped Nate into his gag as the giant cock popped out of
his ass again.

He felt the leather straps being torn off one by one.  Everything but
his arms were free.  His face felt the warmth of Horse's crotch standing
inches away.  The last two pieces of leather were free.

Nate blinked in the light as Cody's jockstrap was yanked off his eyes.
Horse's rigid dick brushed against his face.  He felt the strap of the
gag being loosened.  It dropped to the tarp below.

"On your back boy."

Nate was stiff from his long confinement, but tried his best to obey
quickly.  Lifting his crotch, he slid his sheathed dick out of the small
hole in the table.  Pre-cum clung to the end in a long strand.  Stepping
uncertainly down on the floor he pushed himself upright long enough to
turn and sit on the edge of the bench.  Horse grabbed his shoulders
roughly and pulled him down till his head pressed against the leather.

"What the fuck is this?" muttered Horse.

"His jock.  Careful with  that - it's my property." said Cody from the
bed.

Horse's thick fingers dived into Nate's mouth and pulled out the soaked
jock, dropping it on Nate's chest.

Nate stared up at the ceiling, waiting to see what Horse had planned for
him.  He could see him kicking off his boots and pulling off his jeans.
The giant stepped behind the bench, then climbed up, standing on both
side rails, straddling Nate.

"Eat up boy"

Horse squatted. He massive ass loomed in Nate's view, spreading to
reveal a hair-filled track.  The pink pucker in the center folded in on
itself into a small red inner cave.  Nate grabbed each cheek to keep the
giant's weight from crushing him.

The hair was wet from the sweat of pounding Nate's ass.  The smell was
dark and earthy.  Horse shifted back and forth, rubbing against Nate's
face.  Nate sucked in the thick musk, then probed the red folds with his
tongue.  The rose tightened, then bloomed to let him in.

"That's it.  Eat it all out."

Horse's weight shifted, forcing Nate's face deep into the crack.

The taste was spicy and dark.  Hair tickled Nate's nose, filling it with
the smell of a man in heat.  Nate swirled his tongue around the outer
edge of the hole.  It was hot, sweaty, and had an almost greasy feel to
the skin.  Returning to the center, Nate flicked over it.

"Mmmm." mumbled Horse.

Nate felt the giant's taint tug backwards and forwards as he jacked
himself off.  His hole clenched in time.

"Get that tongue up there."

Nate didn't need to be told twice.  He put the tip against the center of
the hole and pushed as hard as he could.  The lips bloomed out,
engulfing him.  The tang of ass juice flooded his taste buds.  He
withdrew to savor it before muscling back into Horse's chute.  Warmth
surrounded the tip of his tongue.  Here the skin was slick and almost
rubbery.  The massive muscles surrounding the hole surged with every
stroke of Horse's hand against his cock.

Horse's breaths became gasping pants.

"Here's your gift boy."

Nate shoved as hard as he could.  He felt his tongue slip deep into
Horse.  The chute clenched, trapping him.  Warm cum splattered over his
chest, all the way down to his crotch.

"Fuck!" Exclaimed Horse as his ass crushed against Nate's tongue.

Nate felt like he must have a lake of cum covering him.  Horse jerked
with each spray.

Horse stood, leaving a trail of sweat across Nate's face.  He stepped
back off the bench.  Grabbing Nate's wet jock he mopped it through the
puddles of cum before dropping it on Nate's face.  The smell of cum and
spit washed over Nate.

"I like him.  Let me know when he's ready for something more advanced
CPig."

With that, Horse dragged his jeans over his drooping red cock, scooped
up his boots and walked out the door.

Nate sat up.  The wet jock tumbled down and caught on his rigid shaft.
His ass burned.  His prostate felt like a balloon. His cock and balls
were in agony from desire.

Cody lay naked on the bed, propped up against the headboard.  He stared
at the television, occasionally jabbing at the remote.  His cock was
soft, but still impressive.

Nate didn't know what to do, so he just sat on the edge of the bench
dumbly.  Several minutes passed.  Finally Cody clicked the television
off, discarding the remote onto the floor.

"It's time for bed."

Nate's heart sank.

"Sir, can you please fuck me sir?" pleaded Nate.

Cody stood and walked to the door.  He turned the deadbolt and slid the
safety chain home.

"Get on the bed and face the wall."

Nate stood stiffly and climbed onto the bed.  He didn't know if he was
going to get his wish or not, but it clearly wasn't up for debate.  He
lay on his side facing the wall as instructed.

With a quiet click the room was plunged into darkness.  Faint light from
the parking lot shone through the open curtains.  The bed creaked as it
took Cody's bulk.

Nate's skin ached, waiting for Cody's touch.

An eternity passed.

Finally, Nate felt heat radiating against his bare skin.  Cody's breath
played against the back of his neck.  A thick arm wrapped over Nate's
chest.  A second forced its way under him and locked with the first,
pinning Nate's arms to his side.  Cody's furry chest pressed hard
against his back.

Nate's breaths came in short gasps - partly because of the pressure
against his chest, but mostly out of anticipation.  His rock-hard dick
strained against its thick rubber prison.

At last it came.  Cody's cock slid into Nate's crack and pressed lightly
against his hole.

"Let's see what you've learned." Said a gravelly whisper in Nate's ear.

"Ahhhhh." moaned Nate as the object of his desires slid into his ass
millimeter by millimeter.

Each hair, vein and fold on Cody's member set off fireworks in Nate's
mind as it slid past his abused lips.  He'd lost track of how many men
had fucked him in the last two days, but none of them felt like Cody.

The angle of their bodies put Cody's cock on a direct path for Nate's
prostate.  The tip gently contacted the sensitive gland, then pushed
past, dragging the thick shaft over it.  The pressure in Nate's balls
doubled.  Sex had never felt even close to this before.

Cody's slow strokes continued, each one setting off explosions in Nate's
mind and cock.  Ten minutes passed, then 15.  Cody's pace never
quickened.  Each plunge sliding deep, pausing, then pulling back all the
way.

Nate panted and mumbled incoherently.  Pre-cum trickled out of the piss
tube on the thick sheath around his cock.  He wanted to cum more than
anything, but never wanted this to stop.

Cody's own breath quickened, but his strokes remained constant.
Releasing one hand from its grip around Nate, he grasped the black
rubber sheath.  Squeezing hard, he jerked the thick cover back and forth
over Nate's screaming cock.

"Fuuuuck!" yelled Nate as his thick white semen filled the rubber sheath
and sprayed from the piss tube.

His whole body shook.  His chute spasmed around Cody's thick cock.  Cody
continued to yank the rubber sheath as his own load sprayed deep into
Nate's ass.

Nate's spasms subsided into deep gasps for air as Cody released his grip
around the black sheath.

"Good boy." whispered Cody, draping his arm back over his student.

Nate's breathing slowly returned to normal.  He drifted off to the feel
of Cody's cock slowly softening inside his satiated ass.