Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2010 23:03:42 -0400
From: Ike <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter Twelve of the Glory Hole Sagas

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS
Chapter Twelve

 Watching Matt And Harvey Playing Rough

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CHAPTER TWELVE


We left the basement of "The Spike" and took a table to share a last beer
before we left. I had used up enough energy to have another beer before
driving. Tom and I talked about the adventure, and I told everyone about
what the man had whispered to me about his deformed buddy in the dark hall
who I had made cum twice just by working his nipples. I had promised to
continue to sex-play with the man and try to convince him that I really DID
want to see him in the light eventually. Tom was thrilled about the note
the hot checkroom attendant had left in his pocket "Please call me, Sir!"
with his name and phone number. We teased Tom about having a slave.

As we sat, Sam reminded me that I had offered to introduce him to my
roommate Matt, another `Nam veteran who was also into rough sex. He wanted
me to call the room and see if tonight was OK, seeing how his wife was out
of town. "Didn't you and Mel get enough in that last room?" I cried
out. The last room had been a torture dungeon, which Tom and I had fled
from, but Mel and Sam had gone into.

Mel shivered. "That room is WAY beyond me. We just went in to
look. Admittedly, we got a few ideas, but most of it scares the shit out of
me, too. I never knew people DID things like that to get their rocks
off. What really got to me was that the guys being tortured were shooting
geysers!"

Sam said: "When I was in the service, I went to a few clubs like that. I
had a good time in a few places, but never did more than a few simple
things, like whip a guy's ass.  Except this one time when I met another
military guy, another soldier on leave, also in uniform, who, if we had
both been free..." he shrugged, looking heartbroken. "He was so fucking hot
I could have fallen in love with the bastard! But we weren't free men, but
soldiers on leave, so we just had that one passionate night together, and I
never saw him again." He gave a twisted, sad smile. "But I still dream
about the hairy little bastard all the time." He stopped for a minute, and
shrugged. "That S&M room is new; last time I was here, it was a bunch of
sofas. Mostly, it was were men hung out to rest before going for another
round. The little bar was back there."

"I'll call Matt, but better I warn you. He told me that he sometimes went
to clubs like that in New York, and was VERY active at them."

Tom was looking interested. "Are you going to be playing the rough games
with them, Ike?"

"I doubt it. I did a few simple things with Matt, and I liked it, but I
have a feeling Sam and Matt want to go a little bit further than I can
take. Why, buddy?"

"Um... First of all, I'd like to spend the night with you, if you don't
mind. I have never have spent a night in bed with a man, and I'd like my
first to be you." I grinned at him, nodding my agreement. "I could sit on
your cock while they do their stuff, just moving enough to keep us both
hard, and when they're done, we could do our own action. I want to
understand this `rough sex' you guys talk about, and.. Well, I kind of like
your cock in my ass, Ike, and I would like to feel your lips on my dick,
too."

I looked at Mel, who bowed out, having to go to work the next day. They
handed me a pile of change, and I found the payphone. Matt was in, but told
me that he now had a really hot date in a little while, thanks to me. "Me?
What the hell did I do to get you a date?"

"You sent Harvey over to talk to me, you stud. I heard about your
adventures tonight. Well, the fact that you went to that Rusty Spike dive
and worked his tits over while he got screwed by a massive dick. But then
you ORDERED him to come see me for a good working over. So I sent him back
to his room to douche his ass and to rest for two hours, so he'd be well
rested for me. To be honest, I was bored before and used that vibrator to
get a load out of my balls, so I need to rest, too."

"I have someone with me. Do you mind if we watch while he rides my dick?"

"Hey, working him over in front of an audience will turn us both on a hell
of a lot, so bring your plaything over, buddy."

"Uh, I should warn you that we had a fistfight earlier, but we're OK
now. I'll explain it to you when we have time. But our faces are a bit
messed up. Well, his is pretty much chopped meat, but I'm told I have quite
a shiner already. I've always gotten so turned on when I boxed. This was
the first time I got to fuck the loser. It was so fucking HOT, Matt!"

"You're a boxer? I never knew that, kid."

"There's a lot you don't know. Like the fact that my married cowboy buddy
Sam was really eager to meet you tonight to play rough."

"Well, it will have to wait. I'm not sharing Harvey tonight. He's MY toy
tonight! I'm in a real top mood right now, so watch that hot ass of yours."
I laughed as we hung up.

I went back to the table, but before I could say anything Sam asked me who
the big stud in the jock letter jacket who had been staring at me while I
was on the phone from the next table to ours was. It was the big football
player who had almost started a fight with me on campus for acting cocky
with him, and who I had dominated down in the back room, humiliating him by
publicly calling him "my new fucking girlfriend" and telling him that I
"owned his jock ass-cunt". I told the three men about my confrontation with
him on campus, and what happened in the backroom that night. They all
looked at me with new found respect, and I felt like I was nine feet
tall. Tom's hand squeezed my knee.

"The last time I saw him, he was being worked over by that pair of massive
muscle twins with giant cocks. I refused to give him my load in his ass,
and let some random cocksucker have it in front of him, yelling how his
mouth was better than "my punk-boy's useless ass" so that he could hear the
insult. Damn, I hope he's not out to start a fight and get vengeance. One
fistfight is enough tonight, and he's a big motherfucker. I just might
lose."

Sam shook his head. "No, I don't think you have to worry about that, kiddo,
because from the looks he's giving you now, I think the big moose might be
in love with you. Or at least he thinks he's your devoted sex slave. Those
are cow eyes if I ever saw any." The other two agreed.

I groaned. "I didn't particularly LIKE the guy, although is ass IS hot, and
he is easy to dominate with his delicate nips. I have to admit he IS
handsome, but the asshole was so fucking arrogant on campus that I just had
to put him down in front of his team buddies. I also have to admit that it
had been fucking hot forcing a larger, stronger man to kneel to me. I don`t
even know his fucking name, and I don't think want to!"

Mel asked me, "Why?"

"Because then he becomes a real person, instead of a piece of crap I
control. Like I said, he pissed me off the first time he talked to me, and
I still have a low opinion of him as a man. What kind of a person walks up
to a stranger and asks if his can make a play for his girlfriend? Well,
that wasn't quite how he put it, but that was what he meant. Like because
he's a big shot jock, he could steal the girl who put on a sex show with me
in the drive-in movie. He should have a clue from the way she threw away
caution and dragged me to the back seat like she did that it wasn`t gonna
happen. Nancy is pretty much mine, if I want her. So I guess that's why he
made me feel so angry at him. And now I find out that my anger turns him
into a pussy-cunt."

"No, it turns him into YOUR pussy-cunt" Tom giggled. I punched his arm as I
laughed. It WAS funny. This guy I couldn't stand was staring at me like I
was the love of his life. "Ike, it's strange. I know I never met him, but
he looks so fucking familiar."

"Tom, you've seen the big ape on campus, and he made your ass itch. That's
why he looks familiar." we all laughed, but Tom shook his head. I looked
over at the jock, and his face lit up. As he stood up, I scowled at him,
pointing at his seat. He dropped to his seat, dejected, and sipped his
beer.

Sam was very eager to go meet Matt, but I had to tell him that Matt had a
hot date, but was willing to let Tom and me watch them. That got Tom
excited, but disappointed Sam, who had been looking forward to a rough
night. Mel had to go to work the next day, so he couldn't invite Sam to his
garage apartment for "fun and games", but was eager for their date the next
night.

I had a sudden idea. "Sam, how would you like to work over my big, dumb
football jock tonight? You have to remember to stay in control, so no
sucking his cock, no letting him cum without permission..."

"Ike, I know a bit more about this shit than you do. I can be a total top,
and when I'm done with that punk, he'll be totally broken in for you. I'll
make it clear you gave him to me to use as a loan; that YOU are the
Boss. I'll even make it clear that you are MY fucking Boss. And hell, yes,
he's fucking hot. How are you going to do it?"

"Well, it's time to see how much control I actually have over the asshole."
I glared at my "slave" and snapped my fingers at him, pointing at the floor
at my feet. Smiling, he rushed over. "Who told you to stand, scumbag? KNEEL
to your Owner!" He flushed, and his hands formed into fists, but he fell to
his knees, and lowered his head.  A number of the blue collar men around d
us snickered at him, commenting loudly about the faggot football player.

"Sorry, Ike."

I slapped his face hard. "I did not give you permission to use my name,
asshole, and I don't want to hear you talk unless I ask you a direct
question. And above all, I do NOT want to know your fucking name. I'm
giving you a NEW name. It's... " I thought for a second.. "Cum Dump. Your
new name is Cum Dump. That is what I will call you if you speak to me in
public, so watch your manners, Cum Dump. Is that understood, asshole?

"Yes, sir. I am Cum Dump, and Cum Dump is not to speak to his Master in
public." He looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew I was about to do
something really cruel. Part of me felt bad, but mostly I felt like a
giant.

"Are you my pussy-boy, Cum Dump? Are you my total property? Will you obey
every one of my orders?"

"Yes, sir. I am your total pussy boy; your total property. Do whatever you
want to me, as long as you keep me, Master."

"Then I have a test of your loyalty and willingness for you, Cum
Dump. Master Sam here needs a toy for the night. I have no use for you're
useless ass right now, but for some strange reason Master Sam wants you." I
had the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up, and Mr. Brennan,
my fencing teacher and future fencing coach was standing at a few feet
away, a mug of beer in his hands, staring at me in surprise and some
interest.

"Yes, Master. I will service whoever you order me to service." He sounded
disappointed. "Whatever you say, as long as you let me be your Slave,
Master." Oh. Boy, what was I getting myself into? I was committing myself
to SOME sort of future encounter with this Cum-dump idiot.

"Starting tomorrow, Cum Dump, I expect you to have your ass-pussy shaved,
douched and greased at all times. If I see you on campus, I may decide it's
time to use your cunt to dump a load of cum in. You will obey. The only
excuse you can give me is team practice. I just joined the fencing team, so
I'm sure MY coach would be pissed at me for missing a practice. However, if
I wanted to use you and you had practice, I WILL punish you later." I
looked over at Brennan and grinned. He gave me a thumbs up, since it was
the first time I had actually confirmed joining the team. I saw him looking
at Mel, then at the other men. Then he left, knocking Cum Dump to the floor
on purpose with a big smirk and a wink to me as he passed.

After getting back on his knees. I ordered Cum Dum to sit in the corner on
the floor until we were ready to go, and he obeyed, looking like a lost
child. My friends quietly told me how impressed they were.

Mel was really loaded, in more ways than one. He had taken 15 cocks in his
ass downstairs, an all time record for him, as well as sucking off 9 guys.

"My favorite was that stud that you and Sam obviously know, the one who was
grinning when he knocked down Cum Dump on purpose, then winked at you. Who
the fuck is that hot, handsome guy, and how do I get his great dick back
pounding in my ass? He had real staying power!"

Since Mel knew I was having an affair with my English instructor, Jeff
Hamilton, I saw no reason to keep his identity a secret, forgetting that
Tom had fucked Mr. Brenner while the stud had been fucking Mel.

"That's my future fencing coach, Mr. Brenner, Mel. Hot, ain't he? Sam and I
love taking fencing class with him."

Tom choked on his beer. "I fucked a coach? How do you like that! HE'S going
to be your fucking coach? Where do I sign up for fencing classes? Like
tomorrow!"

Mel had also had a lot to drink, so I offered to drive him home. So I got
our group to stand up and head to the door. I told Sam to go collect his
toy, and be stern about it.

Sam cuffed his ear, and improvised a leash with Cum Dump's own belt. I
almost felt sorry for the asshole. Almost. Sam reminded him that he was to
remain silent until spoken to.

Mel loved my old car, and joined the team of Sam and me to finish the job
of restoring her that I had been doing with my dad when he died. Tom knew
nothing about cars, but volunteered to be the "gopher". Cum Dump looked
like he wanted to help, but I ignored him. The less I had to do with him,
the better. The only time I planned to fuck his ass-pussy was if he
happened to be in the T-room when I was in there. Then I would humiliate
him in public again. I might drag him away from teammates for a fuck and
let him try to explain to them why he followed me like a puppy dog. And why
he had cum stains dripping from his ass, since I would make sure a dozen
men dumped loads up there before I let him leave.

We were surprised by the large size of Mel's house, until he laughed and
confessed that he actually OWNED the construction company his grandfather
had started. He had worked his way up with part-time jobs since he was 14
until he finished high school, and still worked on sites, which gave him
the loyalty of his men. Many of them were bisexual or gay, which resulted
in some interesting breaks on top of construction sites. Mel and Sam
swapped spit for a good 5 minutes while they made each other's tits sore,
in anticipation of their date the next night. Cum Dump sat there looking
miserable, his own belt still tight around his neck.

I drove Sam home. After they got out. I grabbed Cum Dump by his balls and
squeezed until he looked pained. "Remember, asswipe. You're on loan to my
best buddy. If he tells me you fucked up, you're in big trouble. As
punishment, I'll dump you. You'll never have sex with me again, Cum Dump,
if you don't please Master Sam TOTALLY!"

Before he could answer, I started the car and took off. Tom and I headed to
the college, laughing at Cum Dump, who Tom still insisted looked like
someone he knew..

Matt was waiting for his slave. He was dressed in is leather harness and
vest, his cap on the bed, basically naked and hard when we entered the
room. He was rearing a cockring and ball separator, had on a set of nipple
clamps much larger than Harvey, the leather stud In had met in the back
room who he was expecting soon had worn and with a heavy chain, and had a
number of "toys" sitting on his desk. All of which made Tom goggle. Since
this stuff was familiar to me by a few days, I was able to be calm about
it. Tom just stared with his tongue hanging out.  Mat's trunk was open, and
we could see the rest of his "toys" were available.

I introduced them, and Matt kissed Tom while playing with his ass. I
grinned as Tom began to play with Matt's hard cock and balls.

I slapped Matt's hand. "I got you a hot toy for tonight, cocksucker.. Tom
is MY date, and I'm going to show him a good time. I have the honor of
being the first man to have sex with him in a bed and to spend the night
sleeping with him."

Tom turned to me. "Really? You want me to spend the night?" He looked like
a five year old on Christmas day. A five year old who had had the crap
beaten out of him, but was happy as hell. I kissed him deeply in
answer. "Now, Matt, explain some of the toys to Tom, who is new to all of
this. I need to take a crap. AND HANDS OFF MY TOY, buddy!" I winked at Matt
as I headed into the toilet, but I left the door open as I listened to the
explanations.

I returned to the room naked, to find Tom naked, and trying to put one of
the smaller butt plugs in his own ass. "Matt, help the poor boy before he
breaks his neck. It's only staying there until your date gets here." Matt
did that, then put on a cock ring with ball spreader tossing me a set of
them with spikes on it with a smirk.

Matt said: "Now, I need to tell you something. Harvey came here straight
from the Rusty Spike, after you told him I was gay and into rough sex. One
of the reasons I sent him to his room for while was because we had a long
talk about what we wanted from this scene, and Harvey asked for something
which I need time to think about. And in turn, I told him that I had a
condition HE had to think about. It seems that Harvey has been devoted to
rough sex since high school, an he has had the hots for me since the first
day we met. But he thought I was a totally straight Army vet, so he never
even offered to do me as trade, afraid I'd beat the crap out of him and
tell everyone he was a fag. Now that he knows that I am gay AND into rough
sex, he asked me to make him my Slave, my Personal Property. He is serious
about this request. He want to be my Property, to use and abuse and order
around. I had to think about it. I decided to put a condition on it, to see
if he was truly willing to do anything to please me. I'll know when he gets
here if he's willing. And he will be begging me to make him my slave, even
after I put a Slave Collar on him. The thing is, I haven't made up MY mind
yet if I want HIM as MY personal permanent Property.' He lit a joint and
sat on his bed, looking at some of his toys.

Tom was in heaven as we sat on my bed and shared a joint, cuddling, that
butt plug firmly lodged in his ass. "I've never cuddled with a man before,
Ike."

"How about make out with one?" He shook his head. We had kissed, but for
short periods of time. We spent the next ten minutes making out, kissing
and feeling up each other's chest without any tit-play. Matt sat smoking
his joint and watching us.

"Harvey should be here soon, Ike. Why don't you get in your birthday gift
outfit and really stop his heart. I have a few things Tom can wear, too."

I put on the outfit, which had Tom's eyes as big as saucers, and his dick
dripping. I'm not one to waste a man's juices; I licked his dick head clean
as Matt put a leather vest and cap on him.

"Hey, Tommy, you look so hot, I'd almost think you were a man!" I
teased. He punched me in the arm, hard. He may be a bad fighter, but he's
no weakling. I would have another bruise in the morning.

There was a knock on the door. I slowly pulled the butt plug from Tom's ass
as he groaned. I wasn't sure if it was disappointment, pleasure or
pain. Swatting his cute ass, I stood up, and put my hands behind my
back. "Tom, open the door, please. If Harvey is wearing titclamps with a
chain, give them a hard tug before letting him enter. Then slap his ass
very hard after he passes you. Let's get him really confused."

Tom did as I asked. Harvey WAS wearing the titclamps; pretty daring walking
in the dorm hall dressed like that. The leather is one thing; everyone
knows he's a biker guy. But the bare chest, titclamps and chaps with bare
ass and codpiece were an open statement to the floor. Then I noticed that
he had a large bathrobe dangling from his hand and trailing behind him. He
wasn't a complete fool, and not about to reveal that WE were gay, too. He
also had a can of Crisco in his other hand, which I didn't understand.  But
Matt nodded when he saw it, smirking to himself.

Harvey was totally confused by a strange young man mildly abusing his hot
body as he entered, but obeyed Matt's orders to get on his knees as Tom
closed and locked the door and returned to me. "I invited Ike and his buddy
Tom to watch you're humiliation, scumbag."

"Yes, Master Matt. Thank you, Master Matt, for accepting me. I've wanted
you for a long time, Master." He crawled on his knees to Matt, and
presented the can of Crisco to him like a treasure. Matt casually tossed it
on his bed, and Harvey looked crestfallen.

"Are you ready to be my slave for tonight, scumbag?" Matt barked at him in
military fashion.

"Sir, yes, sir! Ready, willing an able. Tonight and forever."

Matt backhanded him hard, so he collapsed on the floor. "I asked a simple
question, asswipe. I don't need extra answers. Take off that cod piece so
we can all see your pathetic little slave dick."

Harvey got on his knees, then snapped the leather piece off of his
chaps. He had a nice sized uncut cock, and big balls separated by a ball
spreader. Not pathetic at all, but I understood the need to humiliate him,
"Now, crawl on all fours over here and clean my boots, scumbag."

Tom and I watched in amazement as Harvey crawled over and used his tongue
on the dirty biker boots. He kept his eyes on Matt's face. I expected Matt
to punish him, but instead he stared into the slave's eyes. Matt used his
other foot to lightly prod Harvey's balls.

Mat leaned down and examined the very heavy tit clamps on Harvey's
chest. When he pushed back the vest, I saw they were bigger then the ones
he had been wearing at the Rusty Spike. "OK, asshole. In my toy chest you
will find identical titclamps to the ones you are wearing. I need my slaves
to know that I can take what I dish out, and these gradated clamps are a
good way to prove it. Go get them, boy."

"Should I get the Slave Collar, too, Master?" He had turned around to crawl
to the trunk.

Matt kicked him hard in the ass, sending him sprawling. There was a bright
red mark on his bare ass. "When you have EARNED a Slave Collar, I will put
one on you. So far, all I see is a poorly trained idiot who doesn't know to
keep his mouth shut, or to act respectful.  Looking in your Master's face!
Even a novice who just starting having sex with guys this week like Ike
knows better than that!" Harvey threw a startled look at me. I was twisting
Tom's nipple, making him wince. Harvey's eyebrow went up in surprise when I
nodded to confirm the comment.

"I'm sorry, Master. I know I'm too eager." He held the titclamps up to
Matt.

"Put them on me, and put them on one click tighter than you're wearing
them, you weak-willed scumbag cocksucker."

I saw Harvey's dick jump at the insults. He was loving it. He did as
ordered as Matt took a deep hit on some poppers. Harvey didn't see the
wince on Matt's face. When he was told to look up, all he saw was a smiling
master with a set of titclamps on tighter than his. He looked impressed.

Matt stood, his hard, precum dripping dick afoot from Harvey's mesmerized
face. He grabbed his slave's head, and painted his lips with his
cockhead. "Open your fucking suck-hole, cocksucker." Harvey opened his
mouth. "Lick my cockhead, scumbag."

Harvey obeyed exactly for a few long minutes. Matt had his eyes closed,
enjoying the pleasure and concentrating on controlling his reaction. Then
he reached his hands out, slowly moving them behind Harvey's head. He
clamped his hands on the back of his slave's head as he thrust his cock
down his slave's throat, causing him to gag. He began to fuck Harvey's
throat hard, not allowing him to adjust to him, and he kept gagging while
Matt shouted insults at him "You useless piece of crap! You're a lousy
cocksucker! You suck cock like a virgin broad who thinks sex is fucking
dirty. Common, scumbag, suck my fucking cock like you deserve to be my
slave!"

Tom was boiling hot. He took the jar of Vaseline and greased up my cock,
then impaled himself on it, facing the action. I wrapped my arms around
him, nibbling his neck and ears as he slowly around moved on me. Enough to
keep me hard, but not enough to get me off.

Matt stopped the thrusting and let go of Harvey's head, and the slave began
to give him a good blowjob. From where we sat, it looked like a great
one. Matt still hurled abuse at his toy, but his breath was ragged. The
suck job was getting to him.

He grabbed Harvey's head and began to fuck the slave's throat. I have to
give Harvey this, the man has almost no gag reflex, although he would tell
me later that if he knew gagging turned a Master on, he gagged on four
inches. The insults got to be less creative and Matt's hips were pounding
into his slave's face. Matt is usually pretty loud when he shoots a load,
so I was surprised when he gritted his teeth and fed Harvey a load while
making almost no noise. Harvey began to pump out a load while Matt's dick
was rammed deep in his throat. Matt was a nice Master. After shooting one
wad of cum in his slave's throat, he pulled out and let the rest of land on
the man's tongue.

"Well, that was barely adequate", panted Matt. Both men knew it had been
great. Matt sat on his chair, and I was shocked by what he did
next. Although he smoked dope, we had almost had a fistfight during our
first week as roommates over my smoking cigarettes in the room, since he's
a swimmer. Now he very casually and professionally lit a big, fat
cigar. MAN, did he look hot in his leather, smoking that stogie.

He looked down at his boot toe and saw the load of jizz Harvey had dumped
there. I knew fro one of the books in Matt's collection that the one
exception to punishing a slave for cumming without permission was is his
mouth was stuffed with dick or a gag, making it impossible to ask for
permission. And Harvey had cum just from matt's load in his mouth, so it
WAS a bit of a compliment.

Matt blew a stream of smoke at hios slave. "You have poor control,
boy. We'll work on that if I keep you. Crawl here and clean up your mess,
faggot." The eager slave was there I a flash, lapping it up as Matt blew
smoke in his face.

Matt grabbed his chin when he was done and lifted his face, he spat in
Harvey's face, but he didn't flinch. He knelt there with the spit running
down his cheek. Matt nodded. "You have earned a temporary slave collar,
shit-head." He picked up a lightweight leather dog collar from his desk,
and strapped it around Harvey's neck.

"Thank you, Master."

Tom was moaning. "Wow, what a fucking hot scene." He bounced enough on me
suddenly to me to have to make him stop.

I whispered. "It's not over. But I've never seen Matt smoke tobacco
before. He must be treating this as special. But you're right. It`s hot."

"Take my boots off, Slave-boi" He obeyed. "Now, worship my feet, Suck and
lick my sweaty feet and toes.. Harvey went wild. Matt grinned at me. I knew
from experience that Matt would be hard in no time with this treatment. I
also knew something else that turned my roommate on even more.

And he order his slave to do it a few minutes later. Matt got up and bent
over his desk, his ass in the air. "Eat my fucking butt good. Make it worth
my while, you useless lump of shit!"  I suspected that Harvey, a dedicated
slave, would be an excellent eater of ass, and a grin soon covered Matt's
handsome face, but he growled "Can't you do any better than that, you
worthless piece of scum?" I guess he could, since soon Matt's dick was
dripping precum.

He strutted back to a chair, stogie in his face, and sat, Matt spread his
legs and ordered "Clean my sweaty balls, fuck-face!" Harvey went to town
with his talented tongue, and Tom began to work on my cock with his ass
muscles.

"STAND!" Harvey obeyed, and Matt grabbed the chain connected to Harvey's
tits and twisted it until Harvey fell to his knees, begging for mercy. He
got it a full minute later as he whimpered, and his dick spurt out precum
on Matt's foot.

Matt ordered him to clean that up, and then ordered him to get a paddle for
punishment, leaving him to select the one. Tom, who had been cuddling
against me all this time, pulled my head forward and began nibbling my ear
with passion. Harvey had selected a heavy wooden one with holes in it. Matt
had told me when showing me his collection that it was the second most
painful of his paddles, and he only let men who really turned him on use it
on him. The most painful one he only used on others; he had never had the
balls to allow a man to really use it on him, except when he first got it,
and then only for a few quick swats which had left him crawling on the
floor, begging for mercy. It was that Master from his freshman year who he
had originally bought the outfit I was wearing for who gave him the paddle,
and had used it one him that one time.


I hugged Tom tightly to me. I whispered the information about the paddle to
him. He groaned.

Tom tightened his ass muscles and rode my cock, sighing with
contentment. MAN, this guy loved a cock in his ass! Or was it just MY cock?
I had not been near him in the backrooms much, so I had not seen if he got
fucked a lot, or just sucked dick. The only time I had really noticed him
was when he was fucking my future coach.

Harvey took ten very hard whacks of that paddle, counting them out and
thanking Matt for each of them. After a rest, he took five more, before
begging Matt to stop. He looked Matt in the eye and said. "I own that same
paddle, Master. No man has ever forced me to take more than ten, Master."

Matt leaned over and grabbed his slave's head. He gave Harvey a deep kiss,
while twisting the tit-chain. "Tomorrow, we'll make it twenty, Boy."

Matt gulped and said "Yes, Master. Whatever you say. Master." Then
ginned. "Twenty will be great, if that is what you wish."

Next, Matt ordered him to grease up his pussy. We watched as Harvey lay on
the bed and put one greased finger after another into his ass, until he had
all 5 in. The two man stared at each other.

Tom whispered "What's going on? Why are they staring like that?"

"Damned if I know, but we're about to find out. Shush."

Matt said. "So, you still want me to make you my Property, boy? Knowing
what I will be doing to you to make you MINE? Remember, if we do this, you
will always my Slave, or we'll do vanilla-play."

"I am sure, Master. I was sure when I entered the room with the can of
Crisco."

Tom whispered. "What does that can of Crisco have to do with it?"

"I have no idea." I answered. "But I think that we're going to find out
soon." He bounced on excitement on my dick, and I had to stop him before I
shot.

Harvey knelt. "I am your Property, Master. As long as you will have
me. Fully knowing that I share you with many other men."

Matt quietly asked. "Have you ever been Property before?"

"No, Master. You are the first man I ever met who I wanted to belong
to. You are the man I always wanted to belong to. Since the day I first met
you."

"Then I accept you as my Property. " Ordering Harvey to his knees, Matt
reached over to his desk, and picked up a few items. One was a heavy
leather dog collar with spikes on it, the Slave Collar. Removing the
lighter one, he placed this one around Harvey's neck. "This is the sign of
your servitude when we are together. Keep it safe."

"I will, Master. Thank you, Master." He bent and kissed Matt's bare feet.

Then Matt had a heavy chain in his hand, which at first looked like steel,
but I realized from the glint was silver. He hung it over his slave's
neck. "I will now seal you to me permanently as my Property, as you begged
me to." He took a small silver lock, and sealed the chain around his neck,
loose enough that it would be below his shirt collar, but tight enough that
he could not remove it. It looked like very masculine jewelry. He took the
key out of the lock, walked over to his pants to put it on his key ring.

He returned to his slave, and held his chin to make him look at his
face. "I am going to go one step further, Slave Harvey. I am going to make
a gesture that binds me to you, too, as your Master." He put an identical
looking chain around his neck. It closed with a clasp that was a big silver
key. Obviously, he could remove it at will, but it was a moving
gesture. "Stand and close the clasp, Slave. Make me your Master."

Harvey stood and closed the clasp with a loud click. Matt grabbed his head,
gave him a deep kiss, then slapped Harvey across the face, throwing him on
the bed. Harvey lay back, and pulled his knees up to his ears, a grin of
contentment on his face. Matt climbed on the bed between his legs.

Matt rammed into him so hard, Harvey's breath was forced out visibly. I had
watched a number of men rough fuck other guys, but never with the energy
with which Matt now attacked Harvey's ass. This was the loudest fuck I ever
saw or heard. Tom groaned "Damn, that's hot and scary."

They cursed each other; they egged each other on. They spit in each other's
faces and pulled so hard on the tit chains that I could see trickles of
blood. Both men were moving their hips for maximum penetration. I sometimes
got confused from their language as to which was the slave and which was
the Master. Harvey was insulting Matt, and Matt was begging Harvey for
more. It was WEIRD!

Tom was wiggling around on me, and I had to get him off my cock before I
popped. "Do you want to try one of the tit clamps, buddy?" I
whispered. "The beginner's model?"

"FUCK, YEAH!"

We realized that a marching band could pass through the room and those two
would be oblivious. Matt HAD told me to use any toy I wanted. I also
considered a paddle, but decided that the clamps were more than enough for
a first time. I took the matched set of "baby" clamps, and then took one of
the poppers inhalers off of Matt's end table, since I had left the one he
had given me in the closet when I put the leathers on. I was surprised to
learn that a glory hole partner had introduced Tom to poppers; he sniffed
them greedily as I put the clamps on, but he watched me carefully. Then I
sniffed as he did the same to me.

We lay next to each other, kissing, pulling on the chains, and stopping to
take a sniff once and awhile. We didn't touch each other`s dicks at all.

After quite a few minutes, we could hear a change in the fucking across the
room. We stopped and sat with our arms around each other, and watched as
Matt rammed very strongly into Harvey, who, with a passionate yell, shot a
load so massive, it actually hit the fucking twelve foot high ceiling! Even
from across the room, we could see that although he was rammed totally into
Harvey's wildly grabbing ass, cum was spurting out of it from around the
plug of Matt's cock as he cursed in Vietnamese. I had heard him do that a
few times when shooting a good load jerking off.

I expected them to stop. Harvey just cried our: "Make me your property,
Master. Take me all the way. You KNOW what I need, Sir. I`m begging you,
Master. Make me your Property for real."

They were not totally oblivious of us; they rearranged themselves so that
we had a good view. Matt reached over and grabbed the can of Crisco,
popping open the top. He scooped up a big glob of it and pushed it in
Harvey's hot, cum dripping ass. He added more Crisco as he added more
fingers.

When four of Matt's fingers were working into Harvey's hot ass while he was
sniffing the poppers and screaming in joy, Tom said "Fuck sitting in the
balcony - I want front row seats!" He dragged me to sit on the floor next
to Matt's bed. Harvey turned and smiled at us. Matt winked at Tom, who
shivered. He told me later he felt like Matt was telling him he was next,
and at that point, wasn't too sure he wanted Matt to ever just plain fuck
him, even though he had been hot for Matt's cock when we got to the
room. Tom cuddled against me. It felt nice. I put my arm around the smaller
jock.

We watched with open mouths as Matt's thumb folded in and entered, and then
his whole hand slowly entered into Harvey's astonishingly stretched ass
ring. He used more Crisco to grease up his wrist and forearm. Then his
wrist entered, and the ring snapped around it.

Matt gave a cry of triumph; Harvey had tears in his eyes, but he moaned
"MORE!" and for the next five minutes, Matt's forearm slowly sunk into
Harvey's butt. Both men appeared to be in a trance. Matt moved his arm in
and out. Finally, after about a half hour of this, Harvey muttered with
regret, "Enough, Master. Enough for tonight. Enough for your Boy's first
time."

The withdrawal took just about as long. Tom and I had both gotten soft; the
entire thing was frightening and at the some time exciting. When Matt began
the withdrawal, Tom got up to get us some beers. To our surprise, Matt
barked, "Yeah, get us a couple, too, kid." They both sipped beer for five
minutes as Matt's arm and hand slowly reappeared. Harvey seemed to have a
little pain as the widest part of the hand was pulled out, but his soft
cock shot out a spurt of clear goop so large that many young men would envy
it as an orgasm, which ended up showered Tom and me. Matt used a big towel
to wipe off his arm and hand.

Matt cuddled up behind Harvey, and slipped his now hard dick back into him
slowly. They cuddled that way. Harvey murmured "Thank you far making me you
Boy, Master. Forever Your Property!"

I wondered about that; I knew that Matt was commitment phobic. Skeptical, I
asked "Matt, are you actually going to be lovers with him now? YOU? Master
Matt 'I don't believe in relationships' Slater?"

It was Harvey who answered. "I am Master Matt's Property for as long as he
wants to keep me, Ike. It was ME who wanted to be the Slave. I was the one
who offered myself to him earlier tonight. Matt is still a free agent; I'm
the one who gladly gives up my freedom. Master Matt can order me to have
sex with any man, or he can tell me I am free to play on a night when he
doesn't require me or want me. He can order me to periods of celibacy. I
told Master Matt when I had my first talk with him that I fell for him the
first time I saw him, but I believed his lies about Sheila, too. If I had
known he was gay, but knew he wasn't into rough sex, I would gladly have
been his lover and given up the rough stuff I've loved since I was 16. We
got everything straightened out earlier, when I got back here from the
Rusty Spike. I didn't even go to my room, just knocked on the door. I think
Matt might have told you we had a long talk, and then he sent me away to
rest, so he could think about my request; to be made be his Property. He
had told me what he would do to mark me as his Property, and although being
fist fucked was the one thing I have never let ANY man do to me before, I
agreed to think about that as his condition. I even know that he has a
vanilla date tomorrow night with his little fuck buddy downstairs, who I've
also had vanilla sex with a few times, Ralph Williams."

Tom looked at me. "Williams? Is he a relative, Ike?"

Harvey said. "Why? Is your last name Williams, too, Ike?" I nodded. "So is
mine. From Williams County?" I grinned. "Tom, are YOU from Williams County?

He shook his head. "Lincoln County. That's two counties over."

I laughed. "Ah, so you don't know that over a quarter of the population of
this county, and a good portion of the folks in the surrounding counties,
have the last name Williams? My three or four times great-grand father,
Jeremiah Stockton Williams I, was the first settler of the county. One of
his sons, Jeremiah II, founded our dear old Williams' College. The first
Jeremiah was a horny old goat. He had a wife who he had ten sons and four
daughters with, and after he fucked HER to death, he married a 16 year old
girl when he was in his 60's, and had another seven sons and three
daughters with her. He was 93 when he died. I'm descended from the second
wife."

"But that's not all. He had two free black mistresses; the Williams family
never kept slaves. And all their children, mostly sons, were named
Williams. He had three or four white mistresses, and would support them and
their bastards if they named their kids Williams. He even 'married' a
Native American chief's daughter and had about a dozen Williams brats with
HER. He also had a few one time bastards floating around with lonely widow
ladies. So there are a lot of Williams in this county who I am only very
distantly related to. His descendants by his bastards are as proud of him
as his legitimate descendants."

Harvey laughed. "Jeremiah wasn't the only one to leave a trail of
bastards. My family is descended from a bastard son of a son from his first
marriage. Jeremiah II, who founded this college, actually. So Ike and I
ain't even kissing cousins. Unless Master Matt orders me to kiss his ass?"
He smirked and Matt swatted his ass. "I wouldn't play genealogy with Ralph,
by the way. I tried it, and he got really upset. He finally admitted that
HE himself is a bastard. Barely knew his old man, who is dead now." I
nodded. "His brother goes here, too. He's his roommate, in fact, and also
gay. I've never met him."

Matt said "I only met him really quick once. A big guy, nothing like Ralph
at all. A bit of an asshole, I thought."

"So, are you keeping you date tomorrow night with my perhaps cousin
downstairs, Matt?" I teased.

Harvey said "Actually, he might be closer related than we think. He could
practically be your twin, now that I've seen you naked. Uh, except he has a
slightly bigger dick. Slightly. And you are a bit hairier. A tiny
bit. Other than that, you two could pass as brothers, perhaps even
twins. He's about your age, too."

Matt said "He's right. I told you that I began fucking around with him
because he looked just like you. The first time you and I had sex, I was
astounded by how similar you both are. You even make similar noises during
sex. You look more like his brother than his real brother does. So I bet
you ARE cousins. Got any horny uncles who might have cheated on their
wives?"

I shrugged. "My dad's family all died when he was very young. He was the
sole survivor in his immediate family of the 1918 Spanish Flu epidemic. He
was brought by up some cousins. He never knew very much about his immediate
family. Or at least, he never really talked about them."

Harvey looked at me. "You can tell me to drop dead, but.."

"Yes, I DID use the past tense. Dad died when I was a junior in high
school. But I was a late life child, so he was 60 when I was born and 76
when he died. I almost killed my mom when I was born, and she`s been in
delicate health all my life, and still is going on 65. Now, can we stop
talking about the Williams clan? Unless you have someone interesting to
tell us about, Harvey? A gangster or a hero?"

He shook his head, laughing. Matt said. "I see no reason NOT to keep my
date with Ralph, especially since his brother is away. Now, since my slave
boy here has admitted to fucking my boyfriend," we all laughed, "I think I
can persuade Ralph to have a three way. We HAVE discussed it in the past,
and he would like to try one. So a man who he's already had sex with should
be perfect. We'll just leave the real Slave Collar upstairs, Boy."

"Yes, Master."

"And it will be vanilla play, so you are free to play with me as an
equal. Unless Ralph knows about your.. tastes?" Harvey shook his
head. "Then we're equals with him. If he asks about the necklaces, we tell
him we're a sort of couple, but not a strictly monogamous one. Which is
basically the truth. I hereby give you permission to play with him if he
wants, to avoid any kind of questions. His brother too, if he turns you
on. But right now, they are the only men I`m giving you open permission to
fuck with vanilla. Oh, and Ike, since he brought us together, and is right
here."

I grinned. "Good, because I have a date tomorrow night who is kind of shy,
and if I bring him back, I would like an empty room."

Matt sighed. "I already promised to make myself scarce, Ike. But now I
promise to be gone until noon. OK?"

I laughed. "You'll probably be meeting him very soon. This is the other
swim team member I was telling you I met. He's willing to meet another gay
member of the team, too. It's just that, well, he's never gone on a date
with a man before, and I sort of tricked him into this date, so I'd like to
make it special for him, even if we don't fuck again. We had a great time
at the glory holes, so I don't see why we shouldn't end up in bed." They
laughed, and turned over to cuddle. Harvey's stretched asshole looked like
a Tunnel of Love!

Matt and Harvey were soon dead to the world, wrapped in each other like
lovers.

Finishing our beers, Tom dragged me back to bed. He wanted me to finish
fucking him the bed. I smirked as I realized he was jealous of my date the
next night! I made slow, deliberate love to him until he began to plead
with me to fuck him harder. I rolled over, and told him "You take over. Sit
on my pecker and fuck yourself as hard as you need it." He grinned as he
began to bounce up and down. I bent forward and managed to catch most of
his prick in my mouth, and he stopped as I began to suck on the head and
some of the shaft.

It wasn't the best blow job either of us had ever been involved in, but the
fact that it was going on while we were connected by my dick in his tight,
grabbing ass made it HOT! I could feel the spasms of his orgasm start, and
soon was drinking his load. He bounced up and down on me a few dozen times
after I let his dick go, and I shot a load in his ass. After the night we
had had, it was not a spectacular load, but it was a nice one.

We rearranged ourselves on the bed, and I slipped back into his ass as I
grabbed his naked body to me. I whispered in his ear in an affectionate
tone as I gave his ass a sharp slap. "You are a jealous fucking asshole,
buddy-boy! Get this through your thick, stupid cute head, or I'll have to
beat you up on campus: you will ALWAYS be my special buddy. It was sort of
sweet to realize you got jealous hearing about my date tomorrow night. But
tomorrow MORNING is when we have to start to convince the entire campus
that although our faces look like shit, we are the best of buddies. It has
to start at breakfast. So get a good night`s sleep, my special buddy." I
kissed his ear as he sighed and tightened his ass muscles around my
softening prick to let me know he got the message.

Inside I moaned. Another missed chance to hook up with the hot redhead I
keep flirting with in the dining hall. One or the other of us is always
with someone. Well, if I see him alone at breakfast, I'm inviting him over!
Even if it causes Tom to have a jealous fit. I'll figure SOMETHING out.

I just HAD to meet that redhead from the dining room.


But that is another story.

This chapter of "The Glory Hole Sagas", and all previous chapters are:

Copyright 2006 , revised 2010 "Ike"

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author who can be contacted at oldtimer25@gmail.com

Note: With this chapter, I have run out of the original stories, and I will
now be writing totally original material, so the adding of new chapters
will slow down a bit. I have extensive notes on the way I plan for the way
rest of the story will go, and it is planned through the rest of "Ike's"
school year - and we've still in OCTOBER, guys!