Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2004 09:46:36 -0500
From: Allen Giffen <tutus69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diesel - Ch11 - The High School Therapist

     "OK, Diesel, obviously our talks are not helping," fumed Greg
Thompson, the school therapist, as he paced back and forth in his
office. He was really getting tired of this cocky teenager.  Diesel
slouched in the office chair, legs spread wide, basket bulging, a smirk on
his face with his hands locked behind his head, his massive arms cocked up
and on display.

     He'd been fighting again.  Something that was supposed to have stopped
by having regular meetings with Dr. Thompson.  Diesel enjoyed the sessions,
not only because Dr.  Thompson was a friendly ear, but also because he so
enjoyed teasing Dr. Thompson with his muscle bound body.  He knew Thompson
wanted him, but then again, who didn't?  But he knew he was in danger of
becoming ineligible for sports because of his fighting, and at the moment,
playing in sports was the only interesting thing about high school for
Diesel.

     "I'm going to try hypnosis.  It's a desperate move, but nothing else
seems to work.  I don't want to see you get into more trouble.  Are you OK
with that?" asked Greg standing next to his desk looking down at the seated
muscleboy, forcing himself to limit his lust for the kid to raping him with
his eyes.  He'd only met with Diesel six times so far but he'd already
gotten to the point where he fantasized about Diesel all the time.  When he
wasn't fantasizing about Diesel, he was thinking about how arrogant he was.
At his second session, a pair of dirty socks fell out of the gym bag that
Diesel had with him all the time.  Greg would masturbate while smelling the
socks.  For the last week he'd been beating off into them and they were now
pretty rank and crusty.

     Greg wasn't dumb.  And he figured Diesel wasn't either.  Each knew
what was going on but they just didn't say anything out loud.  Diesel would
come to the sessions "dressed for sex" - as Greg saw it - tight clothes, or
baggy jeans that seemed to be held up only by the combined bulges of his
hard bubblebutt and gigantic dick, shirts that only emphasized his enormous
chest and bulging abs.  Sometimes, pretending he was distracted by some
thought, Diesel would bounce his slabs of pecmeat which would always get
Greg instantly hard.  He'd also use the excuse of needing a break to do
some slow stretches in front of Greg, his muscles shifting and rolling all
over his body as Greg would ineffectively try not to drink in the sight.

     "You mean where you do things like make me dance like a chicken?"

     "Cut the crap, Diesel, I'm serious.  People are susceptible to
hypnosis to different degrees.  And all it is is a tool to help people
either start or stop doing things.  There are things called post-hypnotic
suggestions - the chicken dance thing - but those are party tricks and I'm
talking some serious work here.  How 'bout it?  Can we try it?"

     Diesel flexed his biceps a few times while Dr. Thompson spoke.
"Sure," said Diesel.  "Could be fun," he thought.

     Greg was surprised at how quickly Diesel went under.  One advantage
was that Greg could now stare at the kid as much as he wanted - and stare
he did.  "Fuck, the kid has muscles on his muscles!  And I don't know how
he is able to walk straight with that monster hanging between his legs,"
thought Greg.  Diesel sat up in the chair, hunched slightly forward, eyes
closed, breathing slowly and deeply, his meaty arms hanging at his sides.
Today he was wearing a v-neck white sweater...tight...real tight.  Not only
could Greg see Diesel's pert nipples, but he gazed at Diesel's pecs as they
almost imperceptibly rhythmically swayed with his breathing, looking like
they were ready to burst the material of the sweater.

     Greg didn't have much experience with hypnotism but he'd studied it
some in med school and had read some journal articles on it.  He asked
Diesel a set of questions to determine his truth telling state - name, age,
etc.  He said his favorite sport was wrestling and least favorite was
swimming.  Greg asked him why swimming was his least favorite.

     "I don't like it because it's not a contact sport.  It's me against
others, but not one on one.  Besides, I'm not built for swimming...too
bulky."  Greg imagined Diesel in a pair of speedos and thought, "Guy, you
are built for everything!"  Part of what he wanted to accomplish with the
hypnotism sessions was to have Diesel focus on positive aspects of things
so he asked Diesel to tell him even though it was his least favorite sport,
what positive things could be associate with it.

     "Money."

     "How is money related to your swimming, Diesel?"

     "Mr. Peters pays me for letting him take pictures and videos of me at
practice and in his studio.  He also pays for sex."

     "Well, this is certainly an interesting turn of events," thought Greg.
"Why does he take pictures of you?" he asked.

     "He's retired with lots of money and really into all the new digital
video stuff.  He's trying to make a video of me fucking around with
myself."

     "I don't understand, Diesel, explain it to me."

     "Mr. Peters thinks I'm really hot and he wants to make a digital film
for himself of me doing stuff with myself, like kissing, touching, rubbing,
and all that.  He's already been able to edit some stuff where he's got me
giving another me a blow job.  Right now he's working on one where I'd fuck
myself."

     Greg's mouth was open in shock.  "How do you give yourself a blow
job?"

     "I don't know how he does it but it's pretty freaky to see.  He's
filmed me while I hold my mouth as wide open as I can and he's filmed my
dick when it's hard.  Somehow he's able to put everything together so there
are two of me on the screen at the same time, one getting a blow job and
the other doing the sucking.  It looks real...kinda hot, but freaky."

     "You said he films you at practice...how?"

     "You know how we have the two pools next to each other here?  When
meets are going on, coach encourages those of us not in the meets to
practice in the other pool, kind of a show of support for the ones who are
competing.  Mr. Peters is in the stands and films me while I practice.  He
pays me pretty well for it.  He has me wear blue speedos with the lining
cut out.  When I'm not doing laps, I'm out of the water hitting different
poses that he gets on film.  He likes it when I'm pretty wet, says it looks
good on film and with the blue suit all wet he says it's easier to remove
it through editing."

     "When's your next practice?"

     "Tomorrow afternoon."

      Greg spent the rest of the session taking Diesel through some
positive imagery work and before he brought Diesel out of his trance, he
told him that he wouldn't remember anything about the swimming part of
their discussion.  Greg really wanted to touch Diesel.  He wanted to feel
what he imagined to be hot firm mounds of flesh.  But decided against it.
He did plant the post hypnotic suggestion that Diesel would feel that both
his nipples were itching once he came out of the trance, and that the need
to scratch them would go away once he left Dr. Thompson's office.

     "OK, Diesel, how do you think the first session went?" asked Greg.

     "I guess OK," said Diesel somewhat tentatively.

     Dr. Thompson and Diesel spent the next fifteen minutes talking about
the goals of the hypnotism sessions.  Greg was amused and aroused by how
Diesel would frequently rub at one nipple, slowly, then the other.  He
acted like he didn't even notice he was doing it.  Greg actually ended the
meeting early when it reached the point where merely rubbing the nubs was
not enough and Diesel began alternately pinching each nipple through the
sweater, again, seeming to not even notice what he was doing.  Greg could
see Diesel's tense face relax and his eyes go unfocused momentarily each
time he'd give a nipple a really good squeeze.  Greg didn't want his rising
sexual fever to take over so he ended the session.




     The next afternoon Greg couldn't keep himself from stopping by the
school swimming pools. Sports are big all over Texas, and it was no
different here.  Having two pools seemed more like the rule than the
exception.  Greg sat at the far end of the pools, on the side by the
practice pool.  He spotted the infamous Mr. Peters in the stands on the
opposite side with a camera on a tripod.  Greg knew it was focused on
Diesel though you couldn't tell that from just looking.

     And then he spotted Diesel.  Even from this distance, the sight took
Greg's breath away.  He was one of three guys practicing.  The bulk of
everyone's attention was directed to the competition going on in the other
pool, but the bulk named Diesel held the attention of Greg and Mr.  Peters,
and probably a few others in the stands Greg was not aware of.  Greg
wouldn't have been at all surprised to discover that Diesel might have a
fan club enthralled with this blond muscleboy.

     The other two guys practicing in the pool with Diesel, though built
for swimming, looked almost anorexic next to the hulking mass of Diesel.
Even from a distance, Greg could see some of Diesel's body parts in motion.
He could see Diesel facing toward Mr. Peters' camera, bouncing his pecs.
More than once he'd put his back to the camera, and under the guise of
drying off the front of his body, he would rhythmically tense and relax his
glutes for the camera.  At one point, he laid down on the diving board and
"exercised" by lifting his arms and legs, touching each other while they
were pointed upward.  Greg visualized ravaging Diesel's asshole while
Diesel's legs tensed upward in the air.  When he then stood up on the
diving board preparing to dive into the water, the back of his speedos had
ridden up a bit and both asscheeks were hanging out a bit.

     A few times, while still in the water, Diesel would shoot up, grab the
diving board from underneath and do pull-ups on it.  Greg could actually
see Diesel's gigantic coiled dick bounce underneath the almost transparent
blue speedo each time he jutted out of the water.  He'd hold himself at the
top of the pull-up for a teasing moment...so many muscles tensed with his
monster of a dick bouncing as if in slow motion, water cascading over the
muscleteen's ripped mass.  Greg realized his own dick was hurting in its
hardness, and left the pool area, covering his bulge with a jacket, afraid
that his leaking precum would seep through the pants material at any
moment.




     At their next session, after putting Diesel under, Greg asked him to
tell him more about what happens with Mr. Peters.

     "Well, he buys me a lot of clothes and likes to take me out to dinner.
He's not a bad guy but he is sure nuts about my body."  Today, Diesel was
wearing nylon gym shorts, and a wife beater covered by a short sleeved form
fitting button down shirt.  Only the bottom couple of buttons were
buttoned.  The top shirt flared open from Diesel's waist toward his
shoulders showcasing his bulging chest.

     "Did he buy you what you're wearing today?"

     "No.  He buys me mainly real expensive stuff or real sexy stuff."

     "You don't think you're dressed sexy right now?"

     "Oh, no, I do think I'm dressed sexy.  The sexy stuff Mr. Peters buys
me is like underwear stuff and leather and latex and stuff like that."

     "Why do you dress sexy, Diesel?"

     "Cause I know it helps me get whatever I want.  I know I've got a
great body and I like to show it off."

     "Do you like to tease people with your body, Diesel?"

     "Sure."

     "Who do you tease?"

     "People like you."

     Greg was a bit taken aback by Diesel's answer.  But then he realized
that Diesel was in a hypnotic trance and was answering things
straightforwardly.  "How do you mean, 'people like you'"?

     "Guys who are hot for me.  Guys who could do things for me.  Guys who
would do things for me if I let them fuck around with me."

     "What could I do for you, Diesel?"

     "You could talk to the principal, the teachers and the coaches and
tell them that I'm working on not fighting so much."

     "But how could I say those things if they weren't true?"

     "If I let you do things to me that I know you want to, you'd do it."

     Greg had an idea.  "Diesel, stand up."  Diesel stood.  He was relaxed,
arms and head hanging loosely.  Greg wanted to see just how far he could
take this cocky teen.  He was really irritated with how arrogant Diesel
was.  He had to find some way to knock that out of him.  Right now, all he
wanted to do was be entertained at Diesel's expense.  Ethics were out the
window.  He just wanted to see this prick looking stupid.

     "When I snap my fingers, you're going to take your shirts off, pull
your shorts down, sit down in the chair, and play with yourself.  You'll
keep your eyes open and focused on me.  You're going to continue doing that
while we keep working, but you're not going to get hard.  When I snap my
fingers again, you'll stop playing with yourself and get dressed.  Do you
understand, Diesel?"

     "Yes, sir."

    Greg snapped his fingers.  Diesel lifted his head, opened his eyes, and
smiled at Greg.  He took his shirts off, pulled his shorts down, sat down
in the chair, and started squeezing and tugging on his dick, first with one
hand, then both.  Every once in a while, the fingertips of one hand would
run up and down the center ridge of Diesel's eight pack abs.  He never took
his eyes from Greg's.

     "Tell me more about Mr. Peters.  Does he ever touch you?"

     "Oh yeah, he touches me.  He touches me a lot.  He's got a really nice
place, like an estate, outside the city where I sometimes stay overnight.
There's a full gym there, a swimming pool, and really nice video equipment.
He gives amazing massages.  He massages me sometimes when I'm standing, but
mainly when I'm laying on a table.  The massages are incredible.  And he's
got digital cameras all over the place filming from different angles.  He
tells me that he does the massages so that he can understand how big each
of my muscles are and how they work together so that when he works on the
video of me he can make it more realistic."

     By this time, Greg didn't care that his goal of humiliating Diesel
fell by the wayside.  He was incredibly aroused at the sight of Diesel
sitting in front of him, almost completely naked, yanking on his huge
penis, rubbing his chest and staring at him.  Greg couldn't resist.  With a
groan he pulled out his own dick, proudly hardened to just over 7 inches,
and started pumping it.  Diesel's eyes never strayed from looking into
Greg's.  Greg's eyes roamed all over Diesel's seated body, ending up
staring back into the teen's eyes.

     "One thing I don't like though is that what he likes to do is first
get me all relaxed laying on my back and then massage me and get me excited
to the point where I'm about to blow my load, and cuts me off.  It kinda
makes me shake all over.  It's like I got a rocket inside my body shooting
really fast all over the place trying to bust out and it can't get out.  I
almost see stars.  Mr. Peters says that when this happens it makes my face
look real real sexy and that it will help him with the video.  The most I
let him do it is 3 times because by then I really gotta get off.  He slides
one of my legs off the table and starts humping against it till he cums.
At the same time he's jerkin' the hog here till I pop a load."

     Greg went rigid while Diesel was talking about how Mr. Peters said
Diesel's face looked really sexy, slipped to the edge of his chair, started
jerking and sent spurt after spurt of his thick hot cum toward Diesel.
Greg recovered from his climax after Diesel stopped talking.  He looked
horrified as he noticed sprays of his cum on Diesel.

     "Diesel, I want you to stand up now so I can wipe something off your
skin.  Is that OK with you?"

     "Sure," said Diesel as he stood, still pulling at his flaccid yet
massive cock with one hand, while the other rubbed up and down his torso,
spreading around Greg's load absentmindedly.

     "Diesel, stop rubbing yourself.  Let that hand fall to your side."
Diesel complied.  Greg pulled a small towel out from one of his desk
drawers and began wiping Diesel's torso, removing his own cum mixed with a
light layer of Diesel's sweat.  This was the first time Greg had actually
touched Diesel and he loved the feel of the hard muscles covered with a
silky layer of skin.  Diesel continued to attempt to keep in eye contact
with Greg.  Satisfied that he had removed everything, Greg looked at
Diesel's face and only then noticed a shot of cum just below Diesel's lower
lip.  He trembled.

     "Diesel, I'm going to have to use my mouth to clean one area on your
face, OK?"

     "Sure, that's fine, Dr. Thompson."

     Greg grabbed onto each of Diesel's firm arms and pulled himself to
Diesel.  His dick was still rock hard, standing straight up still dripping
some cum.  He pressed his crotch into Diesel's feeling Diesel's arm as it
continued to tug on the hog.  Greg tilted his head sideways opening his
mouth moving closer to Diesel's.  He stopped just short of touching lips,
letting Diesel's hot breath hit him like a soft pillow tapping.  He locked
onto Diesel's lower lip with his lips, sucking and moaning, running his wet
tongue on Diesel's lip and chin.  He could feel the heat of Diesel's torso
through his shirt.  Finally, he pulled away and shakily sat back down in
his chair.

     "OK, Diesel, remember this time when I snap my fingers I want you to
stop playing with yourself and get dressed.  When you're done getting
dressed, sit down in the chair and wait for more instructions. You'll still
be in a hypnotic state."  Diesel dressed himself quietly and sat down.

     "Diesel, you know that we are working to deal with your aggression,
aren't we?"

     "Yes, doctor, we are."

     "I think that one thing that might help is if you try and make amends
with someone you've been aggressive to in the past.  Is there someone here
at school you've been mean to or taken advantage of recently?"

     "Yes."

     "Who, Diesel."

     "There have actually been a lot of them."

     "Well, let's take it step by step.  Who's the first one that comes to
mind?"

     "Danny.  He's a freshman on the wrestling team with me."  (Author's
note: Please see Ch 5 in the Diesel series - The Young Wrestler.)

     "Were you mean to him?"

     "Not exactly."

     "Then what?"

     "I guess I took advantage of him."

     "How?"

     "He's a freshman and I knew he really had the hots for me...bad.  I'm
not usually interested in guys unless they're pretty built or older and
more assertive, but I really liked the looks of Danny's butt and ended up
throwing him a really powerful fuck and I shouldn't have done it since he
is just a freshman."

     "How do you think you could make this up to him, Diesel?"

     "I could apologize."

     "Yes, you should apologize.  You should explain to him why you did
what you did, that you're sorry for it, and you want to make it up to him.
Find out what you can do to make it up to him and do that. Whatever he
wants is what you'll do.  Once that's done, you'll feel better and maybe
you won't be as inclined to take advantage of people in the future."

     "OK, Dr. Thompson, I'll do that."

     Greg then talked more with Diesel about recognizing behavioral
patterns that might lead to Diesel's becoming aggressive, and ways to avoid
those routes.  Before Greg brought him out of his hypnotic state, he
instructed Diesel to not remember anything about what they had covered that
day, or anything that had happened, except their discussion on aggressive
patterns, and that he would still want to make amends with the Danny kid as
they had discussed.

     "So how do you think your hypnotism therapy is going, Diesel?"

     "I guess it's going OK.  We spent the whole time talking about what
makes me get angry and that was pretty interesting.  I also feel really
relaxed after each session.  Guess that means they're good for me.  Thanks
for not giving up on me, Dr. Thompson," said Diesel as he stood to leave
and shook Greg's hand.  The courteous move caught Greg a bit off guard.
That, in addition to the fact that while their hands were clasped, Diesel
was looking at Greg the same way he had just been looking at him when he
was hypnotized, and Greg could only think about how he was holding the hand
that just a short time ago was rubbing Greg's cum all over his young
muscled torso.




      The next session was almost two weeks later due to both of their
schedules.  Dr. Thompson was gone for a few days at a conference in Seattle
for high school therapists and Diesel had two swimming meets and a
wrestling meet a few of days apart from each other and begged off making an
appointment till after the meets.  He showed up at Dr. Thompson's office in
a particularly jocular mood as he had done better than he had hoped to do
at both swim meets and once again took top honors in wrestling, as he often
did.

     He was also looking forward to a few days in a row of time he'd have
to use as he wished.  He could think of a number of ways he could make some
quick money using his body, and he knew he was looking particularly good at
the moment following his recent heavy workouts in preparation for the
meets.  Besides, he hadn't had a chance to tease Dr. Thompson in two whole
weeks!  Little did he know that Greg had gotten back from his conference
just in time to make it to Diesel's wrestling meet at another Dallas high
school.  Greg added a whole new vein of Diesel fantasies after watching
Diesel's body, barely contained in a wrestling singlet, manhandling one
opponent after another.  Greg especially loved the hungry look he saw in
Diesel's eyes any time he and his opponent were on their feet pacing around
each other.  Greg was impressed how focused Diesel was during his matches -
nothing existed for Diesel except getting his opponent to submit.

     "You look like things are going well for you, Diesel," said Greg while
they shook hands.  Each took their respective seats.  Diesel was wearing a
faded red t-shirt, too small of course, white baggy nylon gym shorts with
black stretch shorts underneath, and a pair of black lace up boots that
looked very similar to wrestling boots.

     "You could say that.  Hey, Dr. Thompson, I want to thank you again for
letting me go two weeks between sessions.  I did great in my swim and
wrestling meets, and I didn't get in a single fight the whole time!" he
said with a white toothy grin.  He sat in the chair, a hand resting on
either knee, giving the impression that he was ready to leap out of the
chair at any moment.  For the first time, Greg noticed what a contrast
there was between Diesel's muscular masculine body and the yellow blonde
curly hair on his head that looked almost too soft to touch.  He imagined
his fists entangled in the golden locks while he would be jerking Diesel's
head back and forth raping the teen's mouth with his dick.

     "Ready to go under, Diesel?"

     "Give it your best shot, Doc!"

     The first thing Greg had Diesel do once in a hypnotic state was remove
his clothing, keeping the boots on. He also instructed Diesel that at some
point he might again be touched and if so, to let it happen.  Greg had
missed seeing this muscleteen's body in the flesh.  While going through the
usual exercises on aggressive thoughts and deeds, Greg had Diesel walking
around the office.  He loved seeing Diesel's body from different angles,
and really liked watching the teen's muscle's ripple in different places as
he moved and was particularly aroused by the fact that the black boots
remained on.

     At one point, he had Diesel press up against a wall standing
spreadeagled with arms spread out above him and pretending to be fucking
the wall slowly.  Diesel's shoulders looked like they were many times wider
than his waist.  Greg also liked watching how the sides of Diesel's
protruding ass would dimple deeply inward each time he'd push his pelvis
slowly into the wall.  Finally he had Diesel sit again as he was close to
blowing his load, wanted to calm down a bit, and needed to hear about what
might have happened with Danny.

     "Diesel, did you do anything about what we talked about last time to
make things up with Danny?"

     "Yes, I did."

     "What did you do?"

     "I ended up talking to Danny twice but it looked like he didn't
believe me either time that I was sorry for what I had done.  So then I
wrote him a letter and put it in his locker asking him to forgive me and
telling him that I'd do anything he wanted me to do to prove I was telling
the truth and was sorry for what I had done to him."

     "Then what happened?"

     "I didn't think my apology worked until three days ago.  It was
Saturday late morning; I was at home putting myself through one last
intensive workout before my wrestling meet later that day.  I was towards
the end of the workout, feeling really pumped and tired, but a good
tired...sweat was pouring off me.  Sitting on my weight bench in the middle
of a set of curls, I was actually slipping a bit on the plastic seat since
all I had on was a jock, and I was so sweaty.  Then I spotted Danny in one
of the mirrors, dropped the dumbbell and jumped up."

(Author's Note: This next part of the story is told from Dr. Thompson's
point of view - how his mind envisioned the story as Diesel, wearing just a
pair of laced up boots, sat in the chair in Greg's office, facing Greg,
telling it to him.  Greg adds a few details to complete the visual story
running in his head.)

     "Danny, I'm so glad to see you," said Diesel as he ran to Danny and
wrapped him in a bearhug.  Danny's face was pressed up against one of
Diesel's sweaty pecs and he drank in the dank smell of Diesel's heated
flesh.  Diesel pulled away, held the smaller teen by his shoulders and
said, "Will you please believe me that I am sorry for what I did to you?  I
will do anything you want...just forgive me...please?"  Danny stared into
Diesel's pleading eyes, watching sweat run down the musclegod's body in his
peripheral vision.

     "Diesel, the reason I couldn't talk to you was because I really liked
what you did to me.  You paid attention to me and you made me feel things
in my body that I've never felt before.  I want to feel those things
again...with you," said Danny as he leaned forward with his mouth open,
aiming for Diesel's lips.

     Diesel let go of Danny's shoulders with a shove and turned his back to
Danny.  "No, its wrong, Danny.  You're a kid.  I shouldn't have done what I
did.  All I thought about was what I wanted to do to get off.  It was
wrong.  I just wanted to get to that butt of yours; I was only thinking of
myself."

      Danny stared at Diesel's muscled back, the bumps of hard muscles
shining in the sunlight streaming in through the glass block basement
windows, sweat racing down to be sucked into the already sopping waistband
of the jockstrap.  "Then if you really want to do the right thing, you'll
do what I want to do, and think about what I want to do to get off...this
time...not what you want.  You said you'd do anything I wanted you to do to
prove you were telling the truth," said Danny as his hands started lightly
rubbing Diesel's back.  "God, Diesel, you are so fucking hot, and I want
you to make me feel the way I felt the last time we were together here in
your gym," said Danny as his hands dropped to Diesel's ass, one hand
squeezing one of the hard wet asscheeks, the other moving slowly up and
down Diesel's asscrack.

     Diesel turned around to face Danny.  "I'll do whatever you want,
little buddy.  I'm yours," said Diesel as he pulled off his jockstrap and
threw it across the room.  He stood in front of Danny, covered in sweat, as
his telephone pole of a dick swayed back and forth.

     Danny ripped off the t-shirt, shorts and sandals he was wearing,
grabbed the swaying baseball bat of a dick and locked his mouth on one of
Diesel's jutting nipples.  "God, I love your chest, Diesel," he mumbled
while spit ran freely from his mouth all over Diesel's chest.

     Danny pulled away, staring at Diesel's chest, "Make them hard for me,
Diesel, make them hard!"  Diesel tensed his pecs and they became rock hard
in an instant.  All he wanted to do now was please this kid.  Danny let go
of Diesel's dick and let his hands roam over the twin mounds of hardened
flesh, lubricated by the layer of sweat on Diesel's skin.  Danny slapped
one of the pecs, then the other.  Then he slapped them a few times in
unison, loving the sharp sound made when his hand met the muscleteen's
flesh.  He formed fists with his hands and began punching the steel hard
slabs.  He hit them harder and harder, now loving the deep thumping noise
that made.

     "Oh, yeah, little buddy, punch those suckers!" moaned Diesel, half in
sensual pleasure, half in desire to please Danny.  Danny's fists became a
blur and suddenly Diesel relaxed the muscles.  Danny squealed in pleasure
as his fists suddenly switched from hitting a wall to hitting what felt
like soft hot tar.

     "Lay down!" Danny ordered.  Diesel fell down on his back, legs and
arms spread wide.  Danny fell on his musclegod's body and locked lips with
him, sucking hungrily while grinding his dick into Diesel's lumpy abs.  "I
wanna fuck you, Diesel...bad!"

     Diesel broke the kiss, "Whatever you want, Danny, my ass is yours!"

     Danny laughed.  "My dick would get lost in your ass...I want to try
something different," said Danny as he slid up a bit on Diesel's hard
muscled body.  Danny's hardened dick stood up, his balls resting between
Diesel's pecs.  "I wanna fuck you here.  Press your pecs together," ordered
Danny as he pushed his hard cock down into the sweaty valley between
Diesel's pecs.

     "Your wish is my command, sir," said Diesel as each of his meaty hands
grabbed the outside of one of his pecs and pressed them together
surrounding Danny's cock like a lava flow.  Danny's eyes popped open as he
felt his dick being surrounded by Diesel's hot flesh.  He started to pump
back and forth inside the heated mass of chest flesh.

     Diesel stared up at Danny's face and saw his eyes closed tightly,
mouth slightly ajar with a bit of spittle in the corner of his mouth.  All
Diesel wanted was to make sure Danny was feeling good.  And it looked like
that was the case considering the gradual increase in the speed at which
Danny fucked against Diesel's chest.

     "Ohhhhhhh....Dieeeeeeeesel...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Danny kept moaning over
and over as he fucked between the mashed mountains of muscle.  Danny's arms
were on the floor outside of Diesel's shoulders.  As he approached climax,
his arm muscles gave way and he fell downward on top of Diesel, his chest
on Diesel's face.  On autopilot, he kept fucking.  Diesel opened his mouth
and began giving Danny's chest wet kisses.

     Danny screamed as he unloaded his boycream into Diesel's chest,
overcome by the pleasure of the strong pulses of cum combined with Diesel's
tongue work on his chest.  Spiralling back down to earth, Danny propped
himself up and gave Diesel a long wet kiss.  Their tongues battled as they
moaned into each others mouths.

     Scooting down on Diesel's hard body, Danny fell in between Diesel's
outstretched massive legs, his hands grabbing Diesel's flaccid cock.  He
began licking the monster.  Then he attached his mouth to it, sucking as
hard as he could.  As Danny's mouth moved up and down the length of the
tube of dickflesh, he actually started gnawing on the spongy flesh.  Diesel
felt the sting of Danny's teeth on his cock but was determined to let Danny
have his way.  Danny started chewing on the stalk like it was a freshly
roasted ear of corn dripping with hot butter.

     Diesel was not initially enjoying the kid's teeth biting into his
sperm shooter.  Danny's hands released their hold on the stalk and started
rubbing Diesel's ab muscles.  The massage did the trick for turning the
pain of the chewing teeth on his dick into a twisted pleasure; Diesel's
dick started to harden.  Danny felt the hardening and chewed on the stalk
even more, moaning into the cockflesh in a frenzy of desire.  Danny began
biting the hard cock in earnest.  Diesel felt the combination of the
excitement and pain, choosing to focus on the excitement in order to allow
Danny to have his pleasure.

     Danny finally stopped chewing and moved his mouth to Diesel's piss
slit as his hands moved back to the steel hard cock, pumping it up and
down.  Danny sucked on the head and attempted to force his tongue into the
piss slit, his teeth locking his mouth onto the hard wet dickhead.  Diesel
moaned louder and louder as he reached the point of no return.  Lying on
his back, Diesel's chest pumped in and out, sucking in and blowing out more
and more air.  His hands grabbed at Danny's head, gently holding it in
place, attached to Diesel's gigantic dickhead which was almost spewing
precum.

     The first shot of Diesel's cum was so powerful that it made Danny jerk
his mouth off the dickhead and out of the grasp of Diesel's hands.  Cum
continued to spray out of Diesel's cock in long and powerful spurts onto
Danny's face and into his hair.

     When Diesel's spray was down to a dribble, Danny crawled up Diesel's
body.  His face was pretty much covered with Diesel's hot white cream.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss.
  When Danny lifted up, Diesel ran his hands over Danny's face, collected
the warm sticky cum, and rubbing it into Danny's scalp.  Danny's spiked
blonde hair was long enough that the cum plastered his hair to his head.
Diesel began licking Danny's skull, like a mother cat with a new litter.
His mouth filled with bits of his own cum, Diesel again locked lips with
Danny, spreading the cum around Danny's mouth with his talented tongue.

     "I want to keep doing stuff like this with you, Diesel, OK?"

     "No problem, kiddo, no problem," said Diesel, panting with the kid's
hot body pressed on top of him.  Danny reached behind him and took hold of
Diesel's spent dick, wet and sticky with cum.  He sat up on Diesel's torso
and while holding the muscleteen's dick flat against the center ridge of
his clearly defined abs, slid back till his ass rested on the sleeping
monster of a dick.

     "I want you to have my butt again, Diesel," said Danny as he began to
slowly slide his asscrack along the length of Diesel's cock, trapped
between the twink's asscheeks.

     "You like, Mr. Muscles?" Danny asked Diesel with a smile as he scooted
back and forth, feeling the monster begin to waken.  Diesel was still flat
on his back, amazed that this kid wanted to keep going.  He could see
Danny's adorable bubblebutt in his head as his brain dealt with the almost
electric current running from his dick to his brain because that beautiful
butt was pressed against his hog, sliding back and forth.  With a loud
moan, he threw his arms out on either side of him, brought his legs up so
his feet were flat on the floor and spread his legs out even further.

     "Help me," said Danny as his reached forward toward Diesel.  Diesel's
massive paws each grabbed one of Danny's forearms and began pushing and
pulling the little teen along his hardening shaft.  This went on for about
ten minutes, each of them taking turns deciding when to speed up or when to
slow down.  Diesel's dick finally reached its hardest stage.  Danny was
amazed feeling the lumpy log running along his trench, remembering that at
one time the whole monster was inside him.  When he let go of Diesel's
arms, Diesel let them flop to the ground stretching outward.  Danny fell
forward, a hand landing on each of Diesel's nipples.  He continued to slide
back and forth, pulling hard on Diesel's nipples to jerk himself forward,
then pressing the pecs hard to push himself back.  Diesel gritted his teeth
to deal with the painful pulls on his tits.  Every once in a while Danny
would slide forward enough for his ass to slap into the puddle of Diesel's
precum and then drag it back along the shaft as lubricant.

     Danny sensed that Diesel was getting close, watching the blonde
muscleteen suck air in and out of his lungs.  He let go of Diesel's chest,
leaned back and wrapped an arm around each of Diesel's upper legs with his
hands curving around to rest on Diesel's knees.  He wanted to strap himself
in for what he felt might be a bumpy ride.

     Diesel's head rolled back and forth.  He was in a state of ecstasy he
rarely reached and didn't notice that Danny had stopped his sliding back
and forth.  Danny was now just holding on to Diesel's legs while clenching
his ass over and over, on Diesel's rock hard dick.

     "C'mon, Diesel, shoot for me.  Shoot for your Danny.  I wanna feel
your cum run along my sweet little ass while it races the length of your
dick on its way out.  I want you to spray a load like you've never sprayed
before.  My ass wants it, Diesel.  I wanna see your cum shoot out over your
head.  Do it, mother fucker, do it!" yelled Danny as he squeezed his ass
muscles over and over as his clenching bubblebutt sucked along the length
of Diesel's torpedo of a dick.

     Diesel lifted his hips in the air, bellowed, and released the clamp on
his firehose.  Cum gushed out of his piss slit.  The first volley met
Danny's desires, flying inches over Diesel's face, landing with a loud
splat two feet in front of the two teens' bodies.  The rest of the load
landed on Diesel's face and chest.  Danny had tightened his grip on
Diesel's legs and watched the streams of white goo shoot out like cannon
fire then gradually change to champagne bubbling out of a freshly opened
bottle.  He fell forward and locked lips with the panting musclegod lying
on his back.

     "Time to get ready for your wrestling meet, Diesel," whispered Danny
as his tongue roamed Diesel's face and neck, sucking up the older
wrestler's freshly spewed load, "I'll go with you and I want you to think
of me in the stands.  My dick will be hard and my ass will be aching for
your dick.  You win your matches and this ass will be yours to plow!" said
Danny as he guided one of Diesel's hands to his warm wet bubblebutt.




(Back to the reality of Dr. Thompson's office.)

     Greg sat is his chair, completely dumbfounded, his dick aching, and
his underwear damp with precum.  It took all his strength to not rape the
naked blonde teen sitting calmly in front of him.

     "Was Danny at the wrestling meet?"

     "I didn't see him, but he was.  All I wanted to do was beat every guy
into submission so that I could put my dick back in Danny's butt."

     "And did that happen?"

     "Yes, doctor.  Saturday night Danny let me fuck him while I held him
against the wall of my basement.  He wanted me to be rougher than I had
been before.  I only did it because he wanted it, doctor.  I really slammed
into his ass with my dick, and really slammed him into the wall at the same
time.  At one point I stopped to see if he was OK."

     "And was he?"

     "Yes, he was.  He actually was a little mad at me for stopping so I
got back to fucking him really hard.  After I came, he made me stay in him
and lay down on my back on the floor.  Then he just stayed on top of me
using his legs and arms to pump himself slowly back and forth on my dick.
  It felt really good and I was so spent after the meet and the fucking
that I fell asleep within a few minutes.  When I woke up, Danny was gone
but he left me a note saying he completely forgave me and that he wanted to
keep getting together."

     Greg had already crossed so many professional lines, and he was so hot
to have this teenager, he threw caution to the wind, "Diesel, I'm going to
bring you out of your hypnotic state in a moment.  When I do, you're going
to remember the aggression exercises we went through.  You will not
remember removing your clothes, walking around the office or that you told
me what happened between you and Danny.  Do you understand, Diesel?"

     "Yes, doctor."

     "OK when I finish giving you the following instructions, I want you to
get dressed and sit back down in the chair.  When you leave my office at
the end of our session today, you're going to go straight home and work out
for a couple of hours.  You're going to take yourself through a brutal
workout so that your muscles are tired, but you're fully pumped...and
wanting to have some sex with a guy.  You're going to think about wanting
to have sex with a guy all while you work out and the need will just get
stronger through the workout.  At the end of the workout, you're going to
get dressed in some clothing that you think I will find sexy and you're
going to come to my home because you've realized that I'm the guy you want
to have sex with.  You will not dry yourself off or shower after the
workout; you'll just put on the sexy clothes and come to my apartment.
When you get there, you're going to talk to me about how much I've helped
you with our sessions.  Your need to have sex with me will eventually
overpower you.  You will offer yourself to me and when I turn you down,
you'll then beg to have sex with me.  You will find me very attractive.  We
will end up in my bed, you will tie me in the bed, and then you'll do
everything I tell you to do.  The whole time your focus will be on making
things as pleasurable for me as possible.  And you'll do all this without
remembering that I told you to do this.  You'll just know it's the right
thing to do.  Do you understand, Diesel?"

     "Yes, doctor, I do."

     "OK, get dressed and then return to the chair."  Greg sighed as he
watched parts of Diesel's flesh gradually get covered up by his shorts and
t-shirt, but he knew that he'd soon see all that flesh again, and do
whatever he wanted with it.

     "Diesel, when I clap my hands, you'll wake up refreshed and wanting to
talk about how you've spent your time since our last meeting working on
lowering your aggressive tendencies."  Dr. Thompson clapped his hands.




     Three hours later, Greg was nervously pacing in his apartment clad
only in an old pullover shirt and cotton shorts.  Then the knock on his
door came.  Greg grabbed the doorknob and pulled open the door. It was
Diesel of course.  Greg could tell by Diesel's sweaty face and matted
golden hair that he'd had the workout and had come over straight from it.
But he was very disappointed to see Diesel clothed in some old baggy dark
blue sweat pants and a long sleeve matching sweatshirt.  On his feet were a
pair of bright red leather wrestling boots that looked oddly classy next to
the bulky blue cotton.

     "Hi, Dr. Thompson, I hope you don't mind my stopping by.  I was out
for a run and saw your lights on...can I come in, please?"

     "Sure, Diesel, sure.  Sorry, you caught me by surprise, c'mon in,"
said Greg as he stepped aside to the the hulking teen walk by him.  Even
the baggy blue material couldn't hide the fact that Diesel had a massive
and firm ass.

     Diesel walked in to Greg's living room and then turned to face him,
"Dr. Thompson, I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate all the
help you're giving me.  Not just with helping me stay away from fighting,
but I think whatever else we do...I mean talk about...when I'm hypnotized
is also helping me study better and do better in sports."  Diesel took a
couple of hesitant steps toward Greg, nervously lifted up his arms, then
just quickly wrapped Greg in a hug saying, "Doc, you're the greatest!"

     Greg could feel Diesel's body pressing against him just about
everywhere.  His senses starting going into overload as he realized he
could feel the lumps of Diesel's abs press against his own firm stomach -
pressing back and forth as the teen breathed.  Greg also felt Diesel's cock
on his own thigh.  Finally, he broke the embrace.

     "Well, thank you, Diesel...thank you very much.  I'm not sure what to
say.  But you know, you're the real reason anything good is happening to
you.  All I do is try and work with the good that is inside you...bring it
out so that you see it there too."  Greg was seriously on his way toward
popping major bone.  He couldn't seem to break eye contact with Diesel, who
was looking at Greg with a sad puppy dog look.  Greg quickly sat down in a
chair.

     Diesel walked over to where Greg was seated and squatted down, between
Greg's spread legs, putting a hand on the top of each of Greg's thighs.  "I
really do want to thank you, Doc.  You're a really terrific guy.  I like
you...a lot," Diesel squeezed Greg's thighs with his last two words.

     "I like you too, Diesel.  You've come a long way in our sessions,"
said Greg, now unable to stop the rush of blood to his dick.  The two guys
stared at each other silently for a moment, Diesel caressing Greg's thighs
while Greg's dick tented the baggy gym shorts at an obscenely obvious
angle.

     Not wanting the moment to end, dying to jump this kid, Greg forced
himself to follow his own script.  He pushed Diesel's hands off his thighs,
"Diesel, I really think you should leave...now.  We shouldn't be doing any
of this."

     Diesel stood, his eyes filling with tears, "OK...I hope I didn't
offend you...please don't hate me."

     Without even thinking, Greg jumped up and put his arms around the
muscleteen, "I don't hate you, Diesel, not at all.  Actually, I really like
you.  I mean, if I weren't the therapist at your high school, if we somehow
knew each other in a different way, I can guarantee that this little visit
of yours would have gone a completely different way."  Greg started rubbing
Diesel's back with both hands.  Diesel stepped in and again pressed his
body into Greg's and whispered in his ear, "Please, Doc, can't we just
pretend we're two guys who just met?"

     For the second time, Greg pushed Diesel away, "No, Diesel, we can't.
You really should go now."

     Diesel's arms dropped to his sides, "Well, can I use your bathroom
before I go?"

     "Sure."

    Greg fell back on the chair actually shaking a bit from nerves.  He
wondered what had gone wrong with the script he'd carefully planned out.
Diesel was going to leave!  He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his
hands holding his head as he stared straight down.  He heard the flush of
the toilet and began to frantically try and come up with some idea that
would get Diesel to stay.  He was so horny that there was no way he was
going to let that slab of teen meat get away from him.  He heard the
bathroom door open.

      "Doc?"

     Greg looked up and froze.  Diesel had taken off the sweat clothes.  He
was clad in a red wrestling singlet, the same bright red as his boots.
Diesel walked slowly across the room toward Greg - it seemed like he was
walking in slow motion.  Greg felt paralysed.  All he could do was stare at
Diesel, unblinking.  Things gradually began to enter his brain.  He
realized that the singlet's material was different...it wasn't nylon.
"What is it?" he thought.  It was shiny and appeared to be seamless.
  It appeared so thin and stretched so tight over Diesel's body that
without the occasional tiny ripples appearing in the material as he walked,
Greg would have assumed that Diesel's skin had just been painted red to
match the boots.  Greg had never seen someone wearing something that was
this form fitting.

     And then his eyes fell to Diesel's crotch and he saw the proof that it
wasn't just painted skin.  Diesel's mammoth monster cock was pointed down
along his left leg, encased in whatever the material was.  His enormous
balls were bulging next to each other on the right side like two goose eggs
resting next to each other.  Diesel walked up to the seated doctor,
stopping about a foot away from him, his legs touching the insides of
Greg's spread legs on the chair.  Greg's head was about level with Diesel's
abs, but all he could stare at was that cock...that living breathing
monster...the hog.

     "I really do like you, doc, a lot.  And I want the chance to show you
how much I like you.  Can I stay...please?" asked Diesel as he brought his
hands up to his waist.

     Leather!  That's what it was.  The faint musky aroma filled Greg's
nostrils.  This close, he could make out a very tiny seam running up and
down the center of the singlet.  The hog released its magnet on Greg's eyes
allowing Greg to look up at Diesel's smiling face, "Where in fuck's name
did you get this outfit?"

     "There's this old guy - he likes to give me massages and shit like
that.  He's got lots of money and buys lots of clothes for me and even has
a few things custom made, like this. He likes to take pictures of me in
them.  It's some kind of special leather that's super thin but still really
strong.  There are only a few zippers in the whole thing and they're made
out of some kind of special metal or plastic or something.  You're supposed
to not really be able to see them much, supposed to be like a second skin
or something," said Diesel as he rubbed his hands up and down the red
material covering his abs, "you like?"

     Greg dumbly nodded his head up and down while trying to take in the
whole red package of muscle.

     "Go ahead, doc...go ahead," whispered Diesel as he saw Greg's hands
shifting at his sides.  Greg wasn't sure what he wanted to do first.  He
placed a hand on the upper outside thigh of each leg.  The first thing he
noticed was how warm the red material was, and then he noticed as he slowly
started rubbing up and down in a circular motion, half the time rubbing the
leather, half the time rubbing the bare skin of Diesel's leg beneath the
seamless cuff of the singlet, that the leather seemed smoother and softer
than Diesel's skin.  He liked how it all felt, letting out a groan of
appreciation.  His hands moved further back to the hard mass that made up
Diesel's very impressive ass.  Another moan escaped Greg's lips as Diesel
flexed his glutes over and over, letting Greg feel the ass muscles moving
as he rubbed his hands over the leather covered mounds.  Greg's eyes were
shut and his head hung lazily backwards.

     Greg felt something touch his upper lip and opened his eyes, staring
straight up at the blond god towering above him.  Diesel was running a
thumb around Greg's partially open mouth.  "The hog, doc.  What about the
hog?" asked Diesel tenderly.  Greg's eyes were pulled to Diesel's cock.  He
could tell that it was still soft, but he couldn't get over its size.  He'd
already seen it more than once in the flesh, but the sheer length and girth
of it, encased in the thin layer of bright red leather just inches from his
face, seemed impossible to be real.  And yet, he knew it was real...and it
was there...inches away from him...waiting for him.  Greg's hands slid
slowly from the rippling ass muscles to the hips to the front of the
thighs.  Greg held his breath as both hands landed on the hot soft mass of
teen tubesteak.
  Diesel let out a soft sigh of air.

     Greg's hands rubbed lightly back and forth along the tube's length a
number of times, then as one hand kept up the pace, the other dropped
slightly lower and to the side to caress Diesel's warm soft goose eggs.
Though the leather was stretched smooth across all of Diesel, it was also
very pliable and Greg slowly juggled Diesel's nuts in his hand.  They were
big enough that Greg couldn't hold both of them in one hand at the same
time.

     He felt a tap on his head and looked up.  Diesel had unzipped the
micro-zipper that went down the front of the singlet.  He stopped when his
hand hit the top of Greg's head.  Greg saw the red leather stretched open
in a "V" pattern, down to Diesel's pubic hair, revealing the bulk of
Diesel's chest and slicing through his bulging abs.

     "You like my chest, Doc?"  asked Diesel with excitement in his eyes.

     Greg stood up from the chair, stopping part way up when his mouth was
level with Diesel's chest and he licked the hot skin of the teenager.  He
licked up the valley between the masses of pec flesh.  He licked
again...and again.  He brought a hand to each mound, grabbing the flesh as
he started to lick the trench faster.  Diesel guided Greg's mouth to his
left nipple.  Greg took the bait and started sucking on the mass,
gravitating to the nipple.  It hardened the instant Greg's hot breath came
near it; Diesel sucked in air through clenched teeth.

     Greg pressed his crotch onto Diesel's thigh and groaned as he
continued to suck on the nipple.  Diesel pulled Greg's face off his chest,
"Don't you like it more than that, Doc?  Go ahead, show that tit who's
boss."  Greg shot forward and grabbed the nipple between his teeth and
started to chew on it.

     "Oh, yeah, that's right...that's right...that's right...," Diesel kept
mumbling as he threw his head back and rubbed the back of Greg's head,
pulling the head a bit more into his chest.

     "Would you do me a favor, Doc?  I like it a little rough.  Would you
pound my chest a bit?  It really makes me feel good."

     Greg lifted his head slowly away from the pec.  A stream of spit
joined his mouth to it then broke when he was back about a foot and a half.
He looked up at Diesel's smiling face, and while still looking at him, gave
Diesel's left pec a punch with his right fist.  Diesel's head pulsed a jump
in reaction, his smile broadened a bit.  Greg punched the other pec.  He
then started pummelling the teen's chest with blow after blow, hearing the
thuds and thinking how he was mimicking what Danny got to do and that made
him even hotter.  Diesel's hands went to Greg's firm ass and pulled their
crotches together.  Suddenly Diesel let go of Greg's ass, grabbed his head,
and firmly planted a kiss on his doctor, shoving his tongue into Greg's
silky mouth.  Greg's arms fell to his sides as he gave into the pleasure of
the tongue exploration.  Diesel broke the kiss, held Greg's head inches
from his, and whispered, "The hog, doc...the hog wants some attention."

     Greg let his open mouth ride over the lumps of Diesel's chest and abs
travelling down to a kneeling position on his journey to the prize.  The
leather was open down to the base of the teen's soft torpedo which snaked
its way under the thin leather coating down Diesel's left thigh.  Greg's
hands came to join his mouth, but Diesel grabbed Greg's wrists, "Doc, try
doin' it with just your mouth, 'kay?"

     Without bothering to look up, Greg dropped his arms and loosely
wrapped them around Diesel's calves and started his frantic search to free
the hog.  He used his nose and tongue, pushing, pulling and grunting into
Diesel's crotch.  Diesel looked down from above with a smirk as he played
with his own nipples.

     After more than a few minutes of frustrating labors, it dawned on Greg
that if he could find the miniscule zipper, he'd be able to pull it down
more and let him win his prize.  He followed the almost invisible ridge of
one side of the zipper with the skin of his nose to where the ridge joined
the other edge.  Not being able to distinguish any kind of tab, Greg
decided to press down with his nose where the ridges met.  He'll dully felt
his nose sting, not realizing that the zipper, though tiny, was made of a
very hard alloy, and its sharpness scraped skin off Greg's nose.  He was in
the heat of passion and could have cared less.  He felt the zipper opening
more and more.  When he was about to relieve his nose of the pain, a jolt
of sexual pleasure shot through his body as he felt Diesel's cock land with
a thud on his head.  He pulled his head back, allowing the cock to fall off
his head and swing down in front of his face - it banged the tip of Greg's
nose a few times as it slowly came to rest.  He used his hands for a moment
to fully free Diesel's balls so they could join the party, then wrapped his
arms around Diesel's calves once again.

     Squatting lower so his mouth was at the tip of Diesel's dick, he
looked up to the teen's face, and stuck his tongue out, swiping it along
Diesel's piss slit.  He then ran his tongue up the length of the tube,
never taking his eyes from Diesel's face where he could see the pleasure
spreading across Diesel's face.  Greg went back down to the tip, opened his
mouth wide, and attempted to suck in the head of the hog - no such luck -
it was just too big.

     "It's OK, Doc, most guys can't get it in on their first try.  Just
relax.  And besides, this is about you, not me," said Diesel as he looked
down at Greg, running a couple of fingers back and forth along Greg's
forehead.  This only made Greg more determined to envelope the head.
Doubling his efforts, Greg tried opening his mouth even wider, pressing
against the flesh of the dick, while breathing through his nose.  He moaned
with pleasure as he felt his lips fall over the ridge of the mushroom head.

     "Oh, Doc, you are the best!  Not many guys can do that so quickly."
By this time, Greg's arms had moved up and were locked on Diesel's legs
just above his knees.  Diesel wrapped both his hands around his own stalk
and started pumping it as he instructed his doctor, "Try running your
tongue all around the head.  It feels great when you do that."

     Greg's tongue went on its journey.  He could have sworn that it was
like he was feeling tremors of an earthquake has he watched Diesel's own
hands moving back and forth along the pipeline, getting close to his eyes
and then receding - over and over.  Greg's own dick was hard, throbbing and
hurting.  He felt that he was on the verge of shooting without even
touching himself - something he'd read about but assumed was not possible.
He'd also assumed a dick the size of Diesel's was not possible, so he gave
into the pleasures shooting through his crotch.

     Letting go of his dick, Diesel's hands moved to Greg's head and
started trying to help more of his pole into the doctor's wet warm mouth.
Up to this point, Greg was relatively comfortable accommodating Diesel's
unit.  At least, his sexual frenzy had allowed him to reach this point.
But as more of the cock squeezed its way into his mouth, Greg started to
panic, his jaw was hurting and he felt his air passages were going to be
cut off.  He squeezed Diesel's legs, and looked up at the teen, his eyes
bulging, face and neck bright red, with veins in his neck standing out.
Diesel looked down at the doctor with a dreamy smile on his face as he
pulled harder on Greg's head.  With what he felt were his last moments of
consciousness, Greg began gagging and pulling his head back.  Suddenly he
was free.  His back slammed into the wooden chair he'd been sitting on,
knocking it over.  He brought his hands to his neck and leaning down, he
coughed and hacked repeatedly.

     "Doctor Thompson!  Doctor Thompson!  I am so sorry!  I didn't mean to
hurt you.  Sometimes guys really like it when I force myself into them.
Some of them really like to even pass out!  I thought maybe that's what you
wanted since you were able to get the whole head in on your own.  Oh, Doc,
I am so so sorry!"

     When Greg calmed down to where his breathing was almost back to normal
he looked up at Diesel who stood there with a look on his face like he was
a puppy who'd just shit on the rug.  Greg immediately felt sorry for the
kid.  Besides, he looked so good standing there with a stream of Greg's
mucus hanging from the tip of Diesel's cock.

     "It's OK, Diesel, the hog here seems to have a mind of its own," said
Greg with a smile as he grabbed the monster with one hand, fingering the
head.  Diesel leaned down, put a hand in each of Greg's armpits, pulled him
to a standing position and gently pressed his crotch to Greg's.

     "What's say we move this into the bedroom and give your knees a rest?"
said Diesel as he gently planted kisses over Greg's face.  He reached
inside the front of Greg's shorts and caressed the hard dick inside, "Hey,
Doctor Thompson, let him out for some playtime," and then pushed down
Greg's shorts.

     Greg stepped away and quickly shed the shorts and pullover shirt,
"It's over there, Diesel...lead the way."

     The red leather singlet, from the back, made Diesel's shoulders
looking extremely wide and whatever his waist size was, it looked
impossibly tiny compared to the space that the kid's shoulders took up.
Diesel fell down on his back on the queen sized bed, legs spread, arms
reaching up toward Greg.  Greg climbed on top of his client, sliding his
hands inside the open leather singlet to the warm flesh of Diesel's back as
the two fought each other with their tongues.

     "I've got an idea, Doc.  Let me tie you to the bed.  I've learned a
lot about what turns guys on and I really really want to make you feel
good.  All you'd have to do is say the word and the ties would come off,
but once you see what I can do to you, I bet you'll be asking for stuff
other than that."

     "Everything is going as planned," thought Greg with a smile.  He knew
that he'd only heard the tip of the iceberg from Diesel while he was
hypnotized about the stuff he did with other men - the stuff other men paid
him to do.  The thought of talking Diesel through some of these things, and
doing some of them, really excited Greg.

     "Sure, Diesel, I think that's a great idea."

     From out of nowhere, Diesel produced four strips of the same red
leather as his singlet and tied each wrist to the outside post of the bed's
metal headboard, and each ankle to the other end of the bed.  The whole
time he talked to Greg about things he would do to him and he kept kissing
and rubbing different parts of Greg's body.  Greg was in heaven.  His rock
hard seven inches rested on his respectable six pack.

     "God!  You look good enough to eat, Doctor Thompson!" said Diesel,
standing at the foot of the bed staring at his naked spreadeagled
therapist.  As he locked eyes with Greg, he slowly climbed onto the bed and
started crawling up Greg's body.  When he was flat on top of him, he held
his face a few inches about Greg's, whispered, "Now, where were we?" and
then dove in for a passionate kiss.  Greg groaned his approval.  He also
realized that one thing he now couldn't do was run his hands all over
Diesel's body.  But as Diesel said, this was going to be about pleasuring
Greg, and Greg would make sure that happened.

     "Wait a minute.  That's not where we were," said Diesel, breaking the
kiss and lifting his face from Greg's, "I had something else in your mouth.
Now what was it?  It wasn't my tongue...I remember!  It was the hog!"  Greg
chuckled at Diesel's attempt at humor.

     "Yes, that fuckstick should be registered with the local authorities
as an assault weapon," Greg said with a big smile.  Diesel had sat up on
Greg's body, his leather covered asscrack making a very pleasant warmer for
Greg's hardon.  Diesel scooted forward, sliding off Greg's cock, his own
flaccid but intimidating member lumbered forward across Greg's abs and
chest toward his head.  The tip hit Greg's chin, who was patiently lying
flat on the bed, eager for more fun to happen.

     "Oops.  The Mars Rover has hit an obstacle.  Let's see if backing up
and coming forward again will help," said Diesel as be scooted back a bit
then shoved forward further than before, his cock flopping upward, the head
landing on Greg's lips.  Greg's smile changed to an open mouth as his
tongue lifted up to coat as much of the mushroom head he could reach.

     "Houston!  Houston!  We have proof that Mars has water even now!" said
Diesel with a smile as he pushed his dickhead into Greg's mouth.  Greg's
laugh was cut short with the head popping into his mouth.

     "Do the tongue thing again, Doc," said Diesel in a heavy whisper as he
massaged the sides of Greg's head.  Greg was happy to oblige and was
rewarded by a long loan moan from Diesel, who then forced a bit more of the
hog in.  Greg wasn't too worried and responded by continuing his tongue
rotations.  He could feel his own pulsing dick leaking precum.  But when
Diesel pushed forward again, Greg took notice and tried to spit the monster
out.  Diesel's eyes were shut and he moaned again as he felt Greg's tongue
moving more rapidly around the hog, pushing a jabbing at it.  Greg started
to choke and couldn't seem to get Diesel's attention, so he brought his
teeth slightly together, clamping onto the intruder.

     Diesel let out a yelp and pulled his dick of out Greg's mouth.

     "Sorry I did that, Diesel," said Greg through heaving breaths, "but I
was starting to choke and couldn't get your attention."

     Greg felt the hard sting of a slap on the side of his face and before
he could figure it out, he felt another on the other side of his face.  Two
hands then clamped one on either side of his head, above his ears.

     "Nobody ever uses teeth on the hog!" shouted Diesel is a voice so
loud, Greg momentarily forgot the sting of the slaps.  Diesel was staring
at Greg, his head literally quivering in anger.

     "Diesel...calm down.  I was scared...I couldn't breathe...and I
couldn't get your attention.  I think maybe it would be better if you
untied me...now," said Greg.

     "Untie you...now?  Is that an order, Doctor Thompson?" asked Diesel
with a genuine snarl in his voice.

     "Actually, Diesel, yes...it is an order.  Untie me," said Greg,
looking at Diesel.

     "Oh, that's right.  This is the point where I'm supposed to listen to
what you tell me to do.  What was it?  'You'll do everything I tell you to
do', was that it, Doctor...was that what you said to me a few hours ago?"
asked Diesel, his lips curled menacingly.  Greg stared, speechless.

     "Cat got your tongue, Doc?  Hope not...cause I'm gonna be having you
use it plenty tonight."

     "Diesel...I don't understand...what are you talking about?" asked
Greg, genuinely scared.  He had to find a way out of this.

     "I'm talkin' about all that shit you said and did while you thought I
was hypnotized.  Yeah, 'thought', that's the word I used.  You're nothin'
but a pathetic piece of shit.  So hot for me, you didn't care that you were
supposed to be doin' a job.  Ya know...I'm a high school kid who needs
help," said Diesel sarcastically.  "Well, you had your fun with me, now I'm
gonna have my fun with you.  Don't worry, no permanent damage.  And every
once in a while, you're actually gonna feel good.  But most of the time,
you're gonna be nothin' but my cum container.  Got that?  I said, got
that?"  asked Diesel as he accompanied the second 'got that' with another
slap to Greg's face.

     "No, Diesel, I don't.  You'd better let me up now or you may do
something that will have severe consequences to your permanent record."

     Diesel laughed.  "Permanent record?  You think I give a flying fuck
about my permanent record?  It's your permanent record we're lookin' at
here, buddyboy.  I got just about all our sessions on tape.  That gym bag
holds lots of stuff.  I could let you decide if I should give them to the
school board or directly to one or two Dallas papers so they could hear
every word and grunt.  Huh?  What do you think that would do to your
permanent record?  Now just shut the fuck up.  I'm really tired of playing
all the games I did to get you to this point.  You're gonna do what I say
when I say.  You're my cumrag, you're my pussyboy, you're my toilet, you're
my toy.  Now, I'll ask again, got that?"  This whole time, Diesel was on
his knees, slowly dragging the tip of his dick in a circle underneath
Greg's chin, along his cheek, across an eye, over the nose, and down again.

     Diesel took his dick in his hand and slapped the side of Greg's head
with it, "I didn't quite hear that, Doc.  What did you say?"

     "Yes, I got it.  But please, Diesel...."  Greg was cut off with the
hardest slap yet to his face.

     "You didn't understand the 'shut the fuck up' part?"

     Greg slowly nodded his head, his opened eyes wide with fear.  Diesel
smiled in return, noting the red finger marks his last slap made on Greg's
cheek.

     "OK, now I want you to get a good look at the hog.  He goes where he
wants to go and does what he wants to do.  I show him a lot of respect and
I expect you to do the same.  Got it?"  Diesel held his cock in his hand
waving it above Greg's face.  Greg nodded.

     "Now before we begin, kiss it.  Kiss it right here," Diesel pointed to
a spot on his dick that was slightly discolored...a purple/yellow
color...the probable remnants of a bruise.  Greg pursed his lips and Diesel
pressed the flesh against Greg's mouth.

     "Oh...and the bruise?  I bet you're wondering about that.  That from
Danny's chewin'?  I wonder.  Now did I make up the whole story about me and
Danny or did it happen?  You know what, Doc, I really can't seem to
remember.  It's kinda foggy for me.  But how else could that bruise have
gotten there?" Diesel began rubbing the length of his dick around Greg's
face.

     "Maybe me and Mr. Peters do stuff that would cause a bruise.
Remember...he pays me a lot to do stuff.  Or maybe it was somebody else
chewin' on my stalk.  Maybe some hot to trot cop, marine, jock, or maybe it
was some kind of doctor.  Maybe I even bruised it slamming it around while
dancin' naked for a bunch a fags in a bar.  Maybe you can bruise it another
way.  Maybe you can bruise it usin' to teach a lesson.  What do you think,
Doc?" asked Diesel as he started slapping Greg's face with his cock.  The
slaps came quicker and harder.  Greg shut his eyes.  It was starting to
hurt.  It finally stopped and Greg opened his eyes to see a panting Diesel
staring down at him.

     "You know what, Doc.  I can tell ya, it would hurt you more if it was
hard.  You're lucky.  Now, back to taking care of the hog."  Diesel
squatted back down and put the tip of his dick at Greg's lips.  "Oh, I
almost forgot.  The hog feels any teeth...at any point...and there will be
some permanent damage.  Open up, pretty boy.  The probe needs to do further
research on the soil."

     Greg surrendered to the teen and parted his lips.  Diesel shoved
forward jamming his cockhead into Greg's mouth.  He reached down and
caressed the side of Greg's face, "That's a boy."  He shoved more in...and
more...and more.  Greg's face turned red and he choked.  Diesel pulled
back, not to solve the choking, but because he wanted to start the old in
and out motion that would soon have his rocket, rock hard.  He jammed his
dick in again...out...in...out...in.  No matter how hard he pushed, less
than a third of his dick would enter the wet cavern.  Tears streamed out of
Greg's eyes uncontrollably as he continued to choke.

     "I got the wrong angle, buddy, gotta change so the hog can finish his
mission," said Diesel as he pulled his dick out of Greg's mouth and stayed
above Greg for a moment, his half hard dick swaying left and right as Greg
coughed up phlegm, splattering much of it on the hog.  Diesel quickly
flipped himself and scooted back so he could enter Greg's mouth from above.
He knew from experience that aiming his dick down the same angle as his
worshipper's throat would allow more penetration.

     "Now when I go in, I want you to be lookin' at my fine ass.  It's
gonna stay covered in leather.  You're not worthy enough to see it in the
flesh, but you can dream all you want while you watch it flex as I pump in
and out of your mouth.  Got it, pussyboy?"

     "Yes," whispered Greg.

     Diesel reached between his legs, his knees pinning the already tied
down arms of Greg to the bed, and guided his cock into Greg's mouth that
opened on cue.

     "Sweet Jesus!" claimed Diesel when on his first thrust, got half his
dick into Greg's throat.  He felt the muscles closed at the back of Greg's
throat and pushed against them.  "Open up, fuckbreath, open up."  Diesel
pulled out and shoved in again.  He started pile driving into Greg's face.
Greg couldn't breathe and his body shook as he choked.  Diesel pulled out
and looked down between his legs.  The sight got him really hot.  His fat
dick hung above Greg's face, dripping Greg's juices from the tip of his
prick back onto Greg's neck, while Greg coughed and sprayed phlegm outward,
again, some splattering onto the teen's battering ram.  All Diesel saw was
more lubrication that would make his journey to paradise smoother.  He
jammed the hog back in the hot wet cave.  This time well over half got
inside.

     Though thinking he could die at any moment, Greg couldn't help
remembering Diesel's words about his ass.  Most of the time, Greg focused
on trying to breathe, but he also took the time to look at Diesel's
asscheeks as the muscleteen slammed into his mouth over and over.  And with
all the pain, part of Greg's brain registered the draw of seeing those
leather covered cheeks pucker in and out as the dick in front of them
plowed in and out of his mouth.

     Three more times during his jackrabbit fucking of Greg's mouth, Diesel
pulled out and watched the combined spit and precum drip back onto Greg,
while Greg struggled to get his breathing back.  After about 20 minutes,
Diesel was ready to drop a load.  He didn't know if Greg was conscious or
not - he didn't really care.  He just wanted to spray his sperm into Greg's
stomach - and he did - braying like a bull with each pump of fluid.  As
soon as he recovered, Diesel flipped around again, this time sitting on
Greg's thighs facing him.  Greg's head was rocking sideways, as his
coughing fit gradually subsided.  A mixture of his own spit and Diesel's
cum ran down his face from each corner of his mouth.

     "That was fun, wasn't it, Doc?" asked Diesel as he started playing
with Greg's flaccid cock, "let's see what other fun we can have."  Diesel
grabbed both pillows that had fallen onto the floor during his athletic
face fuck and shoved them roughly underneath the strapped down therapist at
the base of his spine, stretching his tied down arms and legs.  This also
caused his pelvis, cock and balls to bulge upward on display.  Diesel kept
up the fondling of Greg's dick.

     Greg was certainly not comfortable with the leather straps pulling at
both wrists and ankles.  The pillows forcing his pelvis forward were not
painful, just awkward feeling.

     Diesel positioned himself at the end of the bed, squatted between
Greg's spread legs.  He was half hard and his dick swayed menacingly.  He
put a paw on either of Greg's thighs, said, "Look at me, you cumrag,"
squatted a bit more and forced his dickhead into Greg's unlubricated
asshole.  Greg howled in pain and he pulled away as hard as he could -
which wasn't far.

     "What's the matter, Doc?  Did I take advantage of our therapist/client
relationship just now?  Wondering what's coming next?  Will I go balls to
the wall?" Diesel asked with a smile.  His hands travelled up and down
Greg's thighs.  In spite of the fear racing through his body, Greg was
hard.

     "No, Doc, I'm not gonna do that...just yet.  I'm not the kind of
asshole who takes advantages inappropriately," said Diesel as he pulled his
dickhead out of Greg's ass.  Greg was surprised that the first thing his
brain focused on was the feeling of emptiness in his ass.  Diesel knelt so
that his lower legs were spread across each of Greg's thighs and reached
for Greg's hard cock.

     "It's time you got to feel some good.  That OK with you, Doc?"

     "Yes...Diesel," Greg replied tentatively.  Diesel moved forward a bit
and made sure his dick and balls pressed into the pillows propping up Greg,
and his pelvis pressed just underneath Greg's balls.  With one hand he
pumped Greg's dick up and down, while the other one roamed over his own
torso.

     "C'mon, Greg, it won't take you long.  Shoot your load...on me...on
this," said Diesel as his fingertips ran up and down his abs.  "Shoot a
load of frosting all over this Diesel cake in front of you.  Gimme a thick
creamy layer of frosting."

     Greg couldn't take his eyes off of Diesel's hand that was roaming
around his body.  Watching Diesel caress his own muscles was getting Greg
to his climax faster than he'd ever travelled to one.  He suddenly
stiffened and splattered his frosting over the front of Diesel.

     "Oh, yeah, that must have felt real good, Doc.  Your face was
something to see while you were squirtin' your load.  And look...you did
just like I told you.  Look at your cum all over my abs.  Mmmmmmm, it feels
so warm on my skin."  Diesel let go of Greg's dick and moved both his hands
gently around his own skin, spreading the cum a bit.  Then he started
scooping it up off his skin as best he could and moved back slightly.

     "Nothing like a steamy load of cum as lubrication," said Diesel as he
began coating his dick with Greg's cum.  "Look, that's your spunk all over
the hog," said Diesel as he held his staff up with one hand for Greg to
see, and moved his other cum covered hand to Greg's asscrack, giving it a
good coating.

     "Diesel, wait, I thought you said you weren't one to take advantage.
You're not going to fuck me, are you?" asked Greg nervously.

     "I'm not taking advantage.  You got off, didn't you?  Fair is fair.
And remember, I could have fucked you dry.  The hog wouldn't have cared
much.  But I wanted to show you a little mercy."  Greg's eyes squeezed shut
as Diesel once again forced the head of his dick in.

     "OK, Doc.  Your turn.  Help me in.  I can shove it in on my own, but I
don't think you'd like that.  You help me, and we can go slow and let
things move out of the hog's way.  Relax.  Let us in, Doc, we'll take you
for a ride you won't forget."

     Greg relaxed his ass muscles and saw stars as his ass was slowly
invaded by the giant redwood.  He'd never felt this full of a feeling in
his life.  Diesel started moving in and out of the steamy hot tunnel of
flesh.  He took Greg's cock in one hand and started jacking it all over
again, using his other hand to rub hiw own chest.

     "Doc!  Look at me.  I'm fucking you good.  How does it feel?  Look at
this body that's connected to the dick that's taking you on a balloon ride
to where there's no oxygen," said Diesel as he pumped at his therapist's
ass.  "C'mon, Doc, let's cum again.  I know you can do it.  Focus on my
body.  Look at this muscleboy who's so hot for you, he'd like to fuck you
for days without stopping."

     Greg hardened with Diesel's encouragement.  He really was amazed at
the muscles on this kid.  If only he could touch them...lick them...he'd
shoot off in a New York minute.  By now, Diesel's body was not just covered
with sweat, it was rolling off him like a waterfall.  Greg kept staring at
Diesel, impressed that he could fuck so long and keep up a constant stream
of dirty talk.

     "Doc, I need you to drop another load.  You gotta fire off another
one," said Diesel as he yanked harder and harder on Greg's dick.  Diesel
just wanted to milk Greg - wanted to teach him a lesson.  He was counting
on the fact that Greg's lust for Diesel would be stronger than anything
else.  Diesel started rotating his hips slightly as he moved in and out.
It had the double effect on Greg of the hog venturing into some unexplored
territory and the sight of Diesel's sensual movements put Greg over the
edge.  It wasn't as powerful a shoot as his first load of course and the
majority of it ended up spread around Diesel's fist that coaxed the load
out.

     "Good job, buddy!" said Diesel as he let go of Greg's cock, lifted his
hand in the air and flicked the sperm juices onto Greg's body.  "And the
hog really likes it when he's inside some guy's shitchute and the guy cums.
You know the way your ass muscles squeeze when you cum?  Yeah, the hog
really likes getting those love squeezes," said Diesel as he continued
fucking Greg.  By this time, Diesel had no trouble getting his entire dick
inside Greg's ass.  He was relishing the feeling because it wasn't often a
guy could take all of him.

     "OK, Doc, we're gonna go for another one," said Diesel as he grabbed
Greg's softening cock is one of his paws.

     "No, Diesel, please...I can't," whispered a very tired and sweaty
Greg.

     "No can do, Senor Thompson, three is the magic number.  We have to hit
it.  You can do it, little man.  You can squeeze out another load.  Look,
you're already getting hard again," Diesel said with a big smile.

     Greg knew that it was just biology and physics at work, it wasn't his
choice.  This amazingly hot kid talking dirty, fucking him with a
quarterstaff, playing with his dick, and putting himself on display was
something Greg's sexual urges couldn't ignore.

     "And besides, the hog wants those love squeezes again.  It's really
hard to say no to the hog when he's on a mission.  Know what I mean, Doc?"
By this time, Greg was hard again...and it hurt.  But Greg couldn't help
staring at the mass of muscles, drenched in sweat, in front of him, and
that meant he couldn't help from getting and staying hard.

     "Tell ya what.  We're a partnership and I should contribute
something," said Diesel as he let go of Greg's dick, reached up with both
hands, pulled the singlet's leather shoulder straps off, and pulled the
singlet way down on either side so that the only part of his body left
covered with it were his legs.  He took hold of Greg's dick again and
reached around back of himself with his other hand.

     "Can you see that long mirror on the back of you bedroom door?  Go
ahead, stretch a bit to the side and see if you can."

     Greg leaned as far to his right as the leather straps and pillows
jammed under his back would allow and was able to see the full length
mirror on the partially open bedroom door; it was not a comfortable
position.  His eyes widened.

     "Yeah...you can see it, can't you?  That's my ass - in the flesh.
Nice hard big teen ass...isn't it?  Don't you wish that was your hand
rubbing it?"  Diesel was really enjoying teasing Greg.  He kept up a steady
rhythm of masturbating Greg's tool with his other hand.

     "Watch this," said Diesel as he started rubbing his free hand up and
down his asscrack.  The skin was quite wet, sweat having collected there
while encased under the red leather.
  "Oh, does that feel good...."  Diesel could feel Greg's dick pulsing as
he rubbed its length.  It was working.  Time for the next level.

     "Ohhhhh, God!" came out of Greg's mouth as he watched Diesel shove his
index finger up his own ass.  He glanced at Diesel's face and saw the
teen's eyes shut tightly and then stretched back to the mirror so he
wouldn't miss anything.  The finger was going in and out.  Greg's breathing
became rapid.  Diesel pulled his finger out of his ass, brought it up to
his nose, took a long smell, and leaned forward stretching his hand toward
Greg's face.  Greg was panting.  Diesel kept his eyes on Greg's face,
smiling, continuing the dick jacking.

     "Cum!" ordered Diesel as he shoved the finger into Greg's mouth.  With
a gurgled scream, neck veins bulging, Greg pumped out his third load in
less than an hour.  It wasn't much, and he whimpered feeling the few last
dry pumps of his orgasm.

     He was exhausted and had never cum so much in so short a time.  There
was that one time when he was 15 in the boy scout survival camp with Aaron,
a skinny kid but with a huge dick.  They were in two-man tents.  Greg woke
to find Aaron had kicked off his unzipped sleeping bag and was having a wet
dream - moaning, kicking his legs slowly, and his dick pointing toward his
chin.  They were so close to each other.  Greg got hard at 15 if his dick
felt a breeze.  This time he was boned immediately and started pumping his
shaft.  He stared at Aaron's rigid cock, watching it throb and drip precum.
Greg shot a load into a spare sock inside his sleeping bag.  Then for some
reason, Aaron turned his head toward Greg, still sound asleep, and directed
his pantings and moanings directly at Greg's face.  Greg just kept rubbing
his joint.  Aaron's moans turned to a hiss.  His legs started pumping
furiously.  Greg just stared at the huge cock, saw Aaron's balls shoot
upward and then watched cum spray out of that big dick like there was no
tomorrow.  Greg was beating his dick furiously, noticed that the majority
of Aaron's load landed on the ground between them but a slice of thick
white cum had landed on Aaron's cheek.  Greg watched it slowly trickle
down...as it slipped into Aaron's open mouth, Greg shot his second load
into the sock.

     But that was just twice.  Here he'd just climaxed three times in a row
and had been fucked raw by what felt like a steel pipe.  He just wanted to
pass out.

     "Wow!  That must have felt awesome, huh, Doc?" said Diesel as he
climbed off the bed, pulled the singlet completely off and threw it on a
chair.  He walked up to the side of the bed standing near one of Greg's
outstretched arms.  He lifted his resting cock and flopped it onto Greg's
lower arm and began sliding it back and forth.

     "I lied Doc.  The magic number is four.  You're not gonna disappoint
me and the hog now, are you?" he asked with a smile as he continued to
slide his dick, now up and down the entire length of Greg's arm, stopping
short of his hand and poking his armpit with his cocktip each time he got
to that end.

     "Diesel...I can't...I really can't...please...don't make me...."

     "It's just a case of mind over matter.  Here, I'll help you even more
this time," said Diesel as he really surprised Greg by climbing on top of
him.  Greg was revived a bit as he felt the muscleboy's body make contact
with his.  Among all the sweat and cum on them, there was no need to think
about any kind of lubrication needed between them.  Diesel pressed his body
on top of Greg's, legs on legs, cock on cock, and Diesel's massive arms
stretched along Greg's.  Diesel hands grasped Greg's.  He started pressing
his pelvis into Greg's, whispering all sorts of filthy words into Greg's
ear, getting Greg hard as he rotated his pelvis against Greg's.

     Greg figured he was about to die from sexual exhaustion and gave into
it.  He was becoming delusional with the stimulation he was feeling all
over.  What he really wanted to do was feel Diesel's body with his hands.
He wanted to rub his hands all over this teenager.  He wanted to feel all
those muscles working and shifting.

     Diesel just wanted to see if he could get a fourth load out of this
guy.  He was determined to get it.  Without realizing how much he was in
sync with Greg, he thought that maybe if he untied Greg's arms, that would
put him over the edge.  He reached up and quickly yanked at the leather
straps at Greg's wrists.  (Little did Greg know, Diesel had used a knot
that he could have easily gotten out of by pulling on either end of the
knot.)

     "Go for it, faggot!" whispered Diesel into Greg's ear when he untied
him.  Greg's brain registered that his arms were suddenly free.  Nearly
delirious with exhaustion and sexual frenzy, Greg was running on instinct.
That instinct told him that he was near a climax.  He was hurting, but he
was ready to fire.  His hands shot forward, each grabbing one of Diesel's
asscheeks, feeling them dimple with each press Diesel gave into Greg's
crotch.

     "Juice me up, Doc, squeeze my ass and shoot your fuckin' load!"

     "Aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!" came the ragged reply from Greg as his
muscles flexed painfully, a drop or two of cum were forced out of his dick.
His hands slid off Diesel's hard glutes, and he passed out.

     Diesel jumped off the bed, walked over to Greg's computer and typed on
the screen:

     Greg: Thanks.  You're a hell of a fuck.  Hope there are no hard
feelings.  I'll be back tomorrow night, wearing something I think you'll
like.  I'll bring something for you to wear too.  What do you like?  Denim?
Leather?  Latex?  Nylon?  Cotton?  Metal?  You look kind of like a latex
guy.  We'll see.  Maybe I'll let you fuck me - think about it.  D.

     Diesel picked up his red leather singlet and walked out of the
bedroom.
  "Night's still young - maybe I'll go to the bar and dance a bit.  This
leather outfit should get me some nice tips...oh yeah," Diesel thought as
he put on his sweat clothes and walked out the door.


NOTE: I wanted to thank those of you who have given me feedback on my
Diesel stories so far.  I appreciate your telling me the parts of the
stories that you like.  Please feel free to give me suggestions for
situations that Diesel could find himself in.  Tell me things you'd like to
see happen.  Allen at tutus69@hotmail.com