Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 20:27:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 28

He turned to Mikail and Hank, "Okay, take off the clothespins, unhook him
and get the restraints and gag off of him.  Then when you have shaken off
the pain, Hank, I want you to put Mikail into the restraints, with a new
gag, and hook him up."  He smiled and said, "And Hank, there is some water
there if you need it.  I don't want you getting dehydrated."

He looked at me, "Ready for round two?"

What the fuck had I gotten myself into this time? I started worrying about
how long this session was going to go on, and what was he going to do to
us.  Oh shit!

Before I could brace myself for what was to come next, he put a blindfold
on me.  In one sense it scared the shit out of me, but on another it got me
so turned on.  I was in the ultimate on display, and not knowing who or
what was watching.  It made my mind go wild with the possibilities.  My
cock swelled, and at that moment I felt something being rubbed along my
shaft and the around my ball sack.

I got a whiff of the wintergreen smell and knew that I was now going to
experience Bengay.  I tensed up, trying to anticipate what was going to
happen.  I had nothing to prepare me for what hit me.  Heat blossomed along
my cock and balls.  The heat intensified, and I thought I was going to pass
out.  My cock swelled despite the heat.  I couldn't see it, but I could
feel it expand and respond to the heat.

I know knew why Hank had tensed up so much. I was doing the same, standing
on my toes to try to get away from the heat.  I was panting around the gag
as Hank had, and felt that I was pouring out sweat.  I know that my eyes
watered, and every muscle was stressed as I fought the heat burning my
balls and shaft.

"Relax and breathe through it," I heard whispered in my ear.  I felt that
if I relaxed, it would consume me more.  But I followed instructions and
relaxed, and tried to breathe deeply.  It did lessen the intensity a bit,
and I was better able to tolerate it.  The burn increased to a point that I
thought I wouldn't be able to stand, but then it began to taper off.

I hung there, breathing deeply, until it was down to a cool burn.  I felt
my balls being manipulated again, and more weight was being applied, and my
balls were being pulled down.  There were two sensations that hit almost
simultaneously: the dull pain that began in my balls and went to the pit of
my stomach, like getting kicked in the balls, but slowly, and then a
reigniting of the heat, as pressure was applied to my balls.

I moaned around the gag and wanted to pull my knees up and hold my nuts;
both were impossible in the current situation.  I felt my dick deflate and
the ache in my balls swell.  Then the pressure was released from my balls,
and I breathed again around the gag to allow the pain to ease in my
stomach.

The blindfold was removed and Thomas was saying, "Some great shots.  The
lights and shadows playing over your body as you flexed and tensed your
muscles.  And the fact that you are shaved only made the contrasts very
dramatic."  He patted me on the shoulder.  Then he removed the gag and
said, "Relax, breathe, and you can watch what goes on next."

I looked over and saw that Mikail was now restrained between floor and
ceiling, and Hank was standing beside him.  Mikail's cock had not softened,
and stood thick and rigid, pointing towards the ceiling.  His gag was in
place, but I saw what I thought was fear in his eyes.  He was looking
around the room, looking at Thomas and then to Hank.  His dark hair was lit
by the lights in such a manner as to create a dramatic difference between
his pale skin and dark black hair.

I could see that the hair in his armpits was wet with sweat.  And I saw a
trickle of it running down his side.  I saw him shiver, then and wondered
what he was thinking.  Thomas walked over to Hank and whispered in his ear.
Hank nodded his head.

Thomas walked in front of Mikail and started setting up the camera,
focusing on his face.  Mikail was watching him with great intensity.  Hank
had moved up behind Mikail.  I didn't see what he had, but I watched
Mikail's face.

Suddenly, his eyes and mouth opened, and he tried to scream around the gag.
I saw him rise up on his toes and lean as far forward as possible.  Then I
managed to see Hank's hand at his ass.  He moved his hand back, and I saw
the end of a dildo in his hand.  He was forcing it once again into Mikail's
ass, and once again Mikail stretched out away from the invasion in his ass.
I wondered what the size was, and wondered if it was similar in size to his
own cock.

Thomas was getting great shots of the tension and expressions that Mikail
was exhibiting.  After the third or fourth thrust, Mikail began to moan
around his gag.  Was it because the pain was getting worse, or because he
was beginning to like it?

Hank continued to pump the dildo in and out, establishing a short stroke
rhythm.  Mikail's cock began to drip, and then a shiver ran the length of
his body.

Thomas put down his camera after a couple more shots.  He had Hank unclip
Mikail's hands and wrists.

Then he moved Mikail over to a leather bench, and had him bend over the
bench. And then he strapped his hands out and down, and spread his legs and
clipped those in together.  Thomas again whispered to Hank.  Hank nodded.

He moved up behind Mikail, held onto his Mikail's hips, and pushed his cock
deep into him, all the way in.  Mikail groaned around his gag again.  Hank
pumped long strokes in and out.

Thomas took several shots of Mikail, and then stepped up and removed the
gag.  Mikail moaned and then said, "Yes, please!  More!  Harder!  Please!"

Hank obliged him, and started thrusting harder and faster into Mikail's
ass.  He really began to pound his ass with force, slamming into him with
each thrust.  I could hear Hank's balls slapping against Mikail's with each
inward thrust.

Mikail began to grunt in time with the thrusts, and Hank gripped his hips
tightly as he worked on increasing the tempo even more.  Thomas was busy
getting shots from various angles, and the lighting again dramatized the
scene, making it stark and harsh.  The black leather, the black hair of
Mikail, and the patterned hair of Hank, and paleness of the skin all
created a tableau that would be incredible in black and white.

I heard Hank begin to moan, and knew that meant he was rushing to the edge.
I had heard it often enough now, that I could recognize it.  But then
overlying that I heard another moan building as well.  It was Mikail.
Together, the two of them made a duet of lust and sex as Hank closed his
eyes and tensed his ass as he penetrated Mikail faster and faster.

Mikail's muscles stood out, as well, on his ass and legs.  His groans
turned to a whimper, and then a groan of yes, that built until both were
practically screaming it.  I knew that Hank was filling up Mikail, and
figured that Mikail had to be cumming at the same time.  Thomas was getting
shot after shot of the expressions on their face, and then of the muscles
on their backs, legs, arms and everywhere.

I was so turned on by what I had seen, I knew that I was dripping, and so
close to the edge myself.  I trembled in the restraints and shut my eyes
for a moment. I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of that.
I knew what it felt like to have Hank fuck me so hard I came, and then to
feel him filling me up with hot cum.  I wanted it badly!

I focused on the sounds I was hearing.  At first I thought it was panting,
but then I realized it was a stuttering cry and it was coming from Mikail.
Thomas was shooting again, getting shots of Mikail's face.

"No.  Please, no more."  Mikail begged.  I was shocked.  This was the guy I
had thought was so tough, begging for it to stop.

Hank slid out of his ass as Thomas caught it all on film - the slick cock
pulling out of Mikail's ass, and then the cum dripping out of his hole.
And a gasp escaped Mikail's lips then, as if he didn't want it to be
removed.

Thomas walked over to the table, picked up a large butt plug, stood behind
Mikail, and slid it in.  Mikail's hole closed tight around the small
diameter still sticking out of his ass, so only the base remained outside.
He sighed and then whimpered again, and a whispered, "Yes," escaped with
it.

Thomas left Mikail that way and moved over to me.  He released me from the
X and had Hank take up my spot, but facing the wood.  I hadn't realized
that the construction permitted his cock to jut between the cross pieces
without touching anything, thus keeping it from being pressed against the
wood.

I rubbed my wrists as Thomas put the compliant Hank into position.  He once
again placed a gag in Hank's mouth.  And again, Hank winked at me.  I
didn't know what was in store and I was worried again, but I was so caught
up in the thrall of what was going on that I wondered what was next, and
what was I going to get to do.

My cock was straining and wanting release.  I left like there was a live
electrical wire running up and down my spine, like I was charged or
something.  I was on edge, and found that I was bouncing around on the
balls of my feet.

Thomas handed me a leather crop and told me to use it on Hank's ass.  That
sobered me for a bit.  I didn't want to hurt Hank, but I wanted to try it
as well.  I wanted to do it on Mikail's ass.  I wanted to punish him for
enjoying Hank so much!

I started seeing that in my mind and I wanted to do it.  I lashed out and
swatted Hank's ass.  His whole body went rigid and he strained on the
wooden X.  Oh shit! I wanted to go to him and tell him I was sorry.

Thomas told me to do it again.  I hesitated and he said, "Do it.  He knows
what is coming.  He is okay with it.  He wants you to do it."  I looked at
Hank.  He looked back over his shoulder at me, winked, and nodded for me to
proceed.

I lifted the crop and swung it again.  Again, he pulled against the
restraint.  "Again," Thomas said from behind his camera.  Once more I did
it and once more Hank tensed and pulled against his restraints and grunted
around his gag.  I heard him panting through the pain.

I couldn't do any more.  I wouldn't do any more.  "No, I won't do any more.
It doesn't matter what you say or what he says.  I will not hurt him any
more."

"In that case, I will just release Mikail and have him do it," Thomas said.
He wiped the sweat off of his brow and looked between us.

"No!"  I thought quickly and in a panic.  I didn't want that to happen.
"No, let Mikail use it on me."  I swallowed and said again, "Me, if you
need to get these pictures; then use me."  A shudder ran through me again,
"But don't hurt Hank any more!"

"Bravo!"  Thomas said. "I haven't ever had anyone refuse to do whatever I
said, no matter how much it hurt the other person."  He smiled.
"Congratulations, Kyle, I think you might be better than the average
human!"  He clapped me on the shoulder then.

He thought for a moment and then said, "I think we are just about down for
the night, but I think you deserve a reward and I think that it will
satisfy several needs."

He motioned me over behind Mikail.  He pulled the butt plug out and Mikail
whimpered again.  Thomas motioned for me to move up and I slid my eager
shaft home.  I felt Mikail clamp down on my shaft and together we moaned as
I settled all the way in and against him.

I held his hips and gently slid in and out, enjoying the feel of his hot
hole on my cock.  I did this several times and felt the bump of his
prostate and I slid past it.  Mikail moaned as I rubbed over it, but then I
heard him whisper, "Harder."

I pushed in a bit faster then, and he responded with a grunt of
satisfaction.  I pulled out and pushed in faster and harder.  He was so
tight around my cock, that I knew I wasn't going to last too long.  I was
too on edge.

"Harder!  Fuck Me! Harder!" he was demanding, as I began to pound and speed
up.  I got lost in that fog again.  Lust took over and I began to furiously
work on his ass.  I was standing on my toes and pulling his ass onto my
cock as much as I was thrusting into him.  I had my teeth clenched, and
sucked breath through them.

Then I felt the train approaching.  That blast of sensation as it rushes
towards you, and I knew it was going to overpower me and drive me on and
on.  All else was blotted out, and I saw this red haze deepen as I neared
the edge.  And, Oh Fuck!  There it was!

I pushed deep into him with the first blaslt and then again and again,
grunting each time I buried myself to the hilt, injecting him with my hot
cum.  My cock spasmed in his hole once more, and then I fell exhausted
across his back.

I lay there panting for a bit, and I felt him breathing in ragged breaths
below me, and felt his rapid heartbeat through my chest.  I reached under
his chest and found his nipples and twisted them.  I don't know why; it was
the moment.  But he groaned, and his ass tightened around my cock, milking
it.

I came back to reality with a shock.  I looked back on what I had done.  I
had become an animal, caught up in the blood lust of the moment, devouring
Mikail.  Was this me?  Shit!  I had never felt that way before!  Sure, I
had been caught up in the fog of lust before, but this had been
different. I had gone wild!

I didn't know if I liked this part of me.  I pulled out of Mikail and came
and stood behind him, my hand on his back, "You okay?"

He nodded, still panting and once again a "Yes," came out in a whisper.  I
patted his back again, trying to soothe him.  I heard a sob escape him
then.  Hank came over and took me in his arms and hugged me.  It didn't
register until later that Thomas was still taking pictures.  Hank moved
back a bit, looked me in the face, and then kissed me.

Then we unclipped Mikail and hugged him as well.  He hugged back and kissed
us each tenderly on the lips.  Then he shook his head and stood up.

We all looked at Thomas.  "Well, I think that should do it for the evening.
That was one hell of a photo shoot!"  He laughed and said, "No, I think
that was one fucking hell of a photo shoot!'

He grabbed our robes and tossed them to us, but we just draped them over
our arms and followed him to the office door.  He unlocked it and let us
through, turning on the lights.  "You guys worked well together."  He
paused and then added, "I am going to suggest a special photo session for
the advanced class."  He smiled.  "It looks like Kyle is about ready for a
touch up on his shave job, and I think that some shaving shots would create
all kinds of shots of texture and form.  And I think that Mikail would make
a great before set, and then we can get shots of him being shaved as well."

He turned and walked back to the door thinking out loud. "I can see various
kinds of hands in the frame holding the razor, a straight razor.  Women's
hands, black hands, delicate hands, rough hands, men's hands.  Maybe we
could get a child's hand.  No, they probably wouldn't allow a child to
shave a nude man.  Hmmm, maybe one of the students has small child-like
hands."

He stopped at the door, imaging the shots, "Imagine the razor in
conjunction with various body parts, shaving around a nipple, across the
crinkled skin of the scrotum, around the curve of the buttocks, or around
the base of a penis.  Oh, and along the underarm.  Yea!  I can see a whole
collection!"

He turned back to us.  "I will set it up!  Hank, don't shave until we do
this.  Probably Thursday night.  I'll see what we can get set up.  Plan on
it!  7:00 pm on Thursday night!  I will have Jim put it on the schedule and
get everything arranged."

He was closing the door as he went on with his list, "And lighting; I think
some backlighting, oh, and some diffused lighting.  Yes, there are lots of
possibilities."  He closed the door, but we could still hear him talking as
he walked away from the door.

Hank chuckled a bit, and then there was an awkward silence while we stood
in front of our lockers.  The moment was broken when all simultaneously
started talking.

There was nervous laughter, and then Mikail said, "Guy's, I mean Kyle and
Hank, can we keep what happened in there between us?  I mean, I have to
think about some things and I can't process it all right now.  My mind is
kind of fucked up right now, pardon the pun."  He grinned sheepishly and
added, "Not that I hold anything against you guys or anything.  That was
new and wild and crazy and kinda rocked my picture frame of reality."  He
looked at each of us, "Okay?"

"Sure, fine by me," Hank said, holding out his hand.  Mikail smiled, took
his hand and shook it.

I nodded, not knowing what to say and held out my hand.  He gripped it
firmly and shook it.  He didn't release it immediately.  He held it a
second and then released it.  I didn't know what to make of that.  It was
as if he hesitated, trying to think of something to say.

We turned and began to dress.  We talked a bit about this idea of Thomas',
and Mikail asked what it felt like to be shaved.  I blushed just a bit, and
saw my cock swell a bit before I answered, "Wild, different, unusual,
great, strange and, as you would say, mind blowing.  And I don't just mean
afterwards, I mean while it is happening as well."  I looked at Hank and
added, "To have someone's hands touching every part of your body, to
basically have every portion of your body examined is really beyond any
previous experience.  It is the most intimate and literally touching thing
that can happen to you."

I smiled at Hank and he smiled back.

"Sounds wild."  He looked at Hank and said, "You ever been shaved?"

Hank laughed and said, "Why do you think that every hair on my body is the
same length?"  I was shaved about 3 or 4 weeks ago, and this is how much it
has grown back."  He held out his arm, then looked at his chest, then
peered around to his backside, "And I kind of like the patterns it has made
as it grows back!"

He looked at my shocked face, chuckled, and said, "Hell, before I was
shaved, my hair was at least as long as yours!"  pointing to Mikail.  I was
flabbergasted!  Hank, shaved; I would have never guessed.  I mean he had
told me he had been shaved before, and a couple of times, if I remembered
right, but not that it was not that long ago.

"Close your mouth and get dressed," Hank said, and turned to begin putting
on his clothes.

Mikail was chuckling as he pulled on his boxer briefs, then his shorts.  I
tried to imagine him shaved, as I pulled on my boxers. I couldn't picture
it.  I shook my head and finished dressing.

We shook hands again, once outside the building, before heading our
separate ways.  "That was pretty wild back there," I said, wanting Hank to
tell me what he was thinking, and what he had thought about it.

"Yeah, on many levels.  I still can't get over how you stood up to Thomas
and wouldn't follow his directions.  That was pretty ballsy of you, little
brother!"  Hank said, clapping my on the shoulder.  I looked down, sheepish
at his praise.

With a husky voice I managed to say, "I couldn't hurt you.  I didn't want
to, and I wasn't going to, and I couldn't!'  I swallowed again.  "And I
don't want to do that again!"

He laughed and rubbed my head.  "My little brother."

"What about Mikail?" I asked.

"You mean his response to getting fucked?" he asked. \

"Yeah, like he liked it?"  I paused, "Was it really his first time, do you
think?"

"Oh, yeah, I don't think there was any faking that."  Hank walked a bit
before adding, "I don't know if he had ever thought about it or not, but I
know that it got to him in a place that he didn't know he had.  And he does
have some stuff to think about."

"Does it mean he's gay?"  I asked, still wrapping my arms around being out
myself and all.

Hank chuckled and rubbed my head, "No, it might mean that he is bi, or he
might be one of those guys that just denies the whole thing and just laughs
it off as a once in a lifetime thing.  You know, `I just had to try it, but
it's not for me," kind of thing.  Or he might decide that he likes that and
wants more and only that."

He stopped and looked at me, "What I do know is that we need to be there if
he wants to talk about it.  And try to be ourselves around him and not make
him feel awkward about it.  I think lots of things got shakened up in his
mind tonight, and I think he is going to need some friends while he sorts
it out."

I looked at Hank, and shook my head in wonderment. "Why, and how did you
turn out to be such a wise man at the ripe old age of 18?"  He burst out
laughing.

He wiped his face, started to talk, swallowed, and then said, "Little
brother, I guess it is from having parents who taught all of us to be
accepting, and from having brothers that portrayed that same kind of life."
I could see emotions play across his face, even in the ambient light coming
from the various buildings around us.

"My parents and brothers were always there.  There wasn't anything that we
couldn't talk about.  We could get mad and angry and pissed off, but we
always worked it out.  Never went to bed mad, and always tried to see it
from the other guy's point of view."

"Wow," I said, as my own emotions washed over me. "Sounds like a pretty
amazing family.  Sure wish mine was like that."  I wondered, not for the
first time, if it might have been that way if my Dad hadn't died.

He clapped me on the shoulder, and pushed me on towards our dorm.  We
walked back then, each of us wrapped in our thoughts.

Back in our room, we stripped, grabbed our robes and shaving kits, and
leaving the robes undone, strolled down to the showers.  I was more relaxed
about this, and acknowledged a couple of guys we met in the hallway.  As we
reached the shower, Hank reminded me that I was not to shave, not even my
face, in preparation for the Thursday photoshoot.

I smiled to myself as I hung up my robe and stepped into the showers.  My
life seemed be constantly evolving and changing.  And it seemed to be
changing for the better all the time.  But what was up with that wild sex
animal that came out while fucking Mikail?  Where did that come from?