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Subject: My Friend Steve (m/m, ws, cbt, scat)
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT 
FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 
18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING 
ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND 
ACTIVITIES.


MY FRIEND STEVE

I had known Steve for years.  We had grown up together and had gone
to the same high school.  We hadn't seen each other for ten years
when out of the blue he called to say he was in town on business and
wanted to get together.  We agreed that we would get together at my
place and then we'd go out to look over the old home town.

I smiled as I remembered him.  He had been captain of the swimming
team that I was also on.  Tall, blond with light grey eyes, I
remembered.  I also remembered that he was the most hung of all of us
on the team.  We had a size contest one day in the showers.  We all
got as hard as we could and then used a ruler to see who was the
biggest. He came in first with about 10 inches. I was next with 9.  I
know all this because I still fantasize about him when I beat off.
Pity he was straight.

I thought about him all next day and couldn't wait for him to show up
at my door.  I didn't know what to expect, but it sure wasn't what
happened.  When I opened the door, I guess my reaction gave me away.
There he was, taller than before but just as good looking.

"Steve, it's good to see you.  You look just the same. Come in."

"Thanks, Stan. You're looking good yourself.  How are you staying in
shape?" he replied, walking through the door.

"Well, I work out a little and I'm still swimming whenever I get a
chance. How about you?  You're looking good," I replied.

"Same as you. I have to keep in shape for my job," Steve said. I
could sense him looking me over, with his eyes lingering just a
little too long on my crotch.  "How about a beer?"

"Great. Then you can get me up to date on what's going on in this
town."

I was curious. "What are you doing now?" I asked, walking to the
kitchen and getting two beers from the icebox.

"I'm a model.  Plus some other stuff. It's just a job."  "A model.
That's got to be some fun. Tell me about it." I was curious,
particularly about the `other stuff'.  "Well ... " Steve told me
about what the big city was like and what he had been doing for the
past few years. I caught him up to date with the latest in our small
town.

After several beers and an hour or so of conversation, I asked what
that other stuff was. Steve was a little high by now, so I wasn't
surprised by the way he answered the question.

"I fuck for bucks," he said. "Modelling pays ok but it's real
sporadic. I can always make money by turning some tricks. It's good
money and I enjoy it." He smiled as he looked at me.

I was even more curious. "How do people find you?" I asked.

"I advertise. In places like the Native and Advocate. I've always
liked sex with men, so it's a natural."

"I read them. What's your ad say?  Maybe I've read it."  "I thought
so.  I've seen you look at me before.  Especially that contest in the
showers.  Oh yeah.  My ad. It goes something like `28 year old blond
stud wants to take charge of you. Toys and torture a specialty. Don't
call unless you're serious.' Then it gives my phone number and a time
to call."

"Holy shit. That's quite an ad," I replied. "And I have seen the ad.
I always thought that that was one of the better ones. One of the
ones I would have called if I had the nerve and was in the city."

"Do you have the nerve to try it now?" he asked. "I'm horny and could
really get into it with you for old times sake."

I licked my lips. I would love it, being dominated by this gorgeous
stud. Particularly with his specialties. "How do we start?"

"Well, why don't I grab my bag from my car and except for money,
let's do a scene as if you were a trick."

Eagerly, I responded, "Sounds great to me."

Steve answered, "Good. Why don't you get ready. Dress as if you were
expecting a high priced stud."  He then got up, went to his car and
knocked on the door again. By this time I had changed into a cut off
sweat shirt and gym shorts. I didn't have time to do anything else.
As I let him in, I noticed a change in him. His presence filled the
room.  He hadn't said anything, but he, just standing there, took
charge.  He set his bag down and said, "Get me a beer and then I've
got some questions for you."

When I returned from the kitchen, he was sitting down. I handed him
the beer and then stood there waiting for instructions. "Sit on the
floor in front of me.  Now tell me.  What all are you into and
looking for in this scene?"

I sat down and looked up at him. "Well, I'm not into master and slave
but I do like someone to make all the decisions about what happens. I
really like toys and to have my balls and cock worked over. If the
scene is right, I can get into water sports and a little bondage and
especially raunch. The easiest way to describe it is I like good,
kinky man to man action."

As I was describing what I wanted from this man, my dick started to
lengthen inside my shorts. I wondered what was going to happen.

A smile came over Steve's face. "That's very interesting. I think I
can make that happen. Hand me my bag."  With that, he stood up and
took off all of his clothes except his shorts. He reached into the
bag and pulled out a leather cock ring. Quickly, he pulled down his
shorts and snapped it into place. Then he pulled his shorts back up.

I only had a quick glance at his cock, but it seemed even bigger than
I remembered it. It strained the fabric of his shorts as he stood in
front of me.

"Now I want you to get it good and wet. But don't take it out of my
shorts."

Immediately, I went to work with my mouth. I sucked his cock through
the fabric of his shorts, reveling in the man smell that was there. I
tongued his balls which seemed as big as lemons. I licked the head
and then worked my way back down the shaft. I stopped for a second
and looked at it.

It was huge. I know a cock ring makes your cock larger, but this was
almost unreal.  It had to have grown an inch since I last saw it in
high school. But the thickness was really amazing.  It had to be as
big around as a beer bottle.

During this pause, Steve reached down and pulled my shorts down,
freeing my swollen cock. It was as hard as a rock and stood straight
away from my body.  Steve then reached into his bag and pulled out a
T-ball spreader.

He had a little trouble putting it on, my cock was so swollen. But
soon he snapped that last snap in place and my cock was encircled and
my balls pushed apart by the leather straps. He grabbed my head and
pushed me back down towards his crotch.  I started licking again,
getting his shorts even wetter.  Soon, my mouth was back at the head
of his member. Suddenly, his shorts started to get wet from inside.
He was pissing inside his shorts!

Immediately, I started sucking the wetness out of his shorts. It
tasted of a mixture of piss, sweat and man juice.  I revelled in the
fact that he was giving me his piss.

"Yeah.  Suck it out.  Drink that piss.  You love it."  He held my
head in place until his piss stopped.  I must have drunk a quart of
his beer piss.

Then he reached down and stood me up. "Take off your clothes," he
commanded. As I was doing that, he reached down into his bag and
pulled out some rope and some weights attached to some strings.
Moving behind me he pulled my wrists back and tied them in place.  He
came around in front and asked, "How about some weight on those
nuts?"

"Oh, yeah.  That would be great.  Go ahead," I answered.  "I was
asking how much weight, not whether or not there would be any.  For
that, you'll get twice as much weight as I would have put on.
Besides, I have a special way that works better."

With that he reached down and tied a piece of the rope to one of my
nuts. Then he tied a second string to the other nut.  At the bottom
of each string was a knot in the rope.  He reached into his bag and
pulled out some U-shaped weights.

He said, "Each of these weights weighs one pound. How many can you
take?"

"I don't know. I've never had my nuts done this way before.  I'll let
you know when I can't take any more," I answered.

"Yeah?  Well when you say you can't take any more, I'll bet I can get
you to take twice as much."  He slid three of the weights onto each
string.  The feeling was different than when weights were tied to
both of my balls. I know that feeling - I do it all the time when I
beat off. I wondered how much weight I could take this way. My limit
by myself was usually about 10 pounds.

Steve kicked the weights so that they would start swinging from my
balls.  "How's that feel," he asked.

"Real good."

He added another weight to each string. I now had 4 pounds per nut
swinging between my legs. He reached into his bag and pulled out a
small dildo. It had an electric cord on the end with a switch. He
spread some lube on it and put it up my ass. Then he plugged it in.

"This is a starter.  It's special though.  Not only does it vibrate,
but it also thrusts in and out. Let's see how you like it."  He
turned the switch once and I could feel the vibrations on my
prostate.

He turned the switch again and I could feel the head move back and
forth, moving about two inches in and then back. It felt real good
and I began to forget about the weights on my balls, with my ass
being stimulated.

He clicked the switch once more. The shaft moved back and forth
rapidly and the vibration was really wild. He stood in front of me
and added two more weights to the strings in between my legs.

"Now, let's go for some real weight on those globes of yours," he
said.  He stood in front of me and removed the ball spreader.  The
sensations were those of my nuts being pulled on but also pulled
apart. I loved it.  Steve then added two more weights to each string.
Then he started to kick the weights so that they swung back and forth
in between my legs. "Now, fucker.  You've got 16 pounds swinging from
your balls. How much more can you take?"

I realized that the skin on my nuts was about stretched to the limit.
But with the vibrating plug up my butt and the swinging weights, I
was feeling good.  But I also began to feel a pain in my stomach as I
realized I was about at my limit.

"I don't know," I answered.

"Well, then. We'll just have to work with what we've got."  With that
he started swinging the weights even further back and forth.  He
reached down into his bag and pulled out some poppers.  He shoved
them up my nose and I took a good inhale.

As the sensation started to work over me, he added two more weights
to each string.  I almost doubled over with the pain, but Steve said,
"Come on. Make me proud of you.  Stand up straight and let those 20
pounds swing free."  I did as I was told and almost came with the
sensations rolling over me.

Steve reached down and turned off the switch on the plug up my butt.
Then he removed the weights from my nuts.  It felt funny without the
weight there. Then he grabbed a three inch ball stretcher and snapped
it in place.

"That ought to keep your nuts ready.  I'm proud of you. Not many guys
can take 40 pounds.  You ought to do this to yourself."  Steve then
said, "Well, let's see what's next on the agenda."

Quickly, he took off his wet shorts and then stuffed them in my
mouth. I was standing there as hard as I had ever been. Grabbing hold
of his cock by the base, he then started hitting my balls with his
cock. Back and forth he swung his cock, each time connecting with my
stretched nuts.  The pain was starting to make me double over.

"Stand up, or you'll really get it," he said.  I did my best but the
pain was really starting to get to me. I just couldn't stand up
straight.

He then moved behind me, and yanked the dildo out of my ass.  He came
around front and held the dildo in front of my eyes.  It was covered
with lube and ass juices.  Silently, he pulled his shorts out of my
mouth and replaced them with the dildo.  He shoved about 5 inches in
and then said, "You keep that in your mouth. Suck it if you want, but
don't let it fall.  Got that?"

I nodded my reply, wondering what was next.  I tasted my ass juices.
My mouth started to water and slobber started to run out the corners
of my mouth.

Steve then removed the ball stretcher and pulled what looked to be a
blackjack out of his bag. My eyes widened as I saw the next tool to
be used.  Steve reached into his bag and pulled out a blindfold.

As he put it over my eyes he said, "This next one is a little deluxe.
It works better if you don't see what's coming.  Are you game?" He
pulled the dildo out of my mouth.

Before I could answer, he had put more poppers against my nose.  As
the feeling came over me, I said, "Whatever you want to do, man.  Let
me have it."  He replaced the dildo.  I started sucking on it again.

I heard him pull a chair up in back of me and then Steve said, "I
want you to sit down as if you were a catcher at a baseball game.
Sit down slowly and stop if I tell you to."

I began to sitand as I did I felt something big against my asshole.
He had pulled out another dildo and I was beginning to sit on it.  It
must have been a foot and a half long because I hadn't started to sit
down very far before I felt it.  I had stopped sitting down when I
felt the dildo against my hole.

I started to sit down further: I wanted it inside me. I wanted to see
how much I could take.  I wanted to make Steve proud of me.  I felt
his hands on my shoulders, pushing me futher and faster on the rubber
cock. I pushed down and he shoved.

Then I felt the aroma of poppers again.  After the wave overtook me,
I groaned and just sat down.  I felt about 4 inches go into me all at
once.  My ass couldn't have been more than 9 inches off the chair
which meant I must have had 9 inches of thick veiny dildo inside me.
I started to squirm so that I could take more of it, but Steve
stopped me.

"Stay right there," he said.  "Don't move and don't make a sound.
You've never felt anything like this before.  And you never will
again."

I was squatting down with the dildo up my ass.  My dick was as hard
as it has ever been.  My balls were hanging in between my legs.
Because of the workout they had been given earlier, they were hanging
really low.

All of a sudden, I felt the blackjack hit my balls. The pain made me
inhale sharply.  I smelled poppers as I breathed deeply.  The pain in
my gut from having my balls hit was made even more intense by the
thick rubber shaft up inside me.  I couldn't make much sound because
the dildo that had been inside my dirty asshole was stuffed in my
mouth.  I started to chew on the slimy thing just to stifle my
sounds.

The blackjack hit home again.  More poppers and more pain. Again and
again. I started to fall forward but Steve held me in place.

Again, he hit my balls.  Each time was harder than the last.  My
balls were swinging back and hitting the dildo in my ass, so I was
feeling a double hit.  But my dick was still hard!!

Steve said, "Three more hits and we move on."  He pulled the dildo
out of my mouth. "I want you to count these because I am going to hit
your balls as hard as I can.  But if you make any sound other than
counting, we do this until you can only count.  Got that?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Well, now you get 4 hits.  You're only supposed to count.  Here
goes."  With that he must have taken a full swing because I have
never felt any pain like that before in my life.  I have abused my
balls for years, but that pain was so intense I felt like my gut
would explode.

"One," I said.

Numbers 2 and 3 were unreal.  My balls were swelling and my gut was
screaming.  Only one more to go.

I don't know where Steve got the strength but number 4 was so hard
that I felt like I would black out.  It hurt so much that I forgot
the rubber cock in my ass and I just sat down.  As I did, the other
inches went up inside me.

Steve pulled the blindfold off me and said, "That is the one sure way
to get a guy to take over 18 inches of dildo.  Make him forget he has
it and give him a reason to sit down.

"Now that we have your balls in shape, let's work over your ass."
With that, he began to pull the fake cock out of my ass.  I looked as
was totally amazed that I had been able to take so long and thick of
a cock.  Steve slowly pulled the whole thing out of my ass.

Steve untied my hands and pushed me back onto the floor and told me
to put my legs over my head.  As I was doing this, he pulled several
dildos of various sizes and lengths out of his bag.  The first one he
grabbed was about 8 inches long and 2 inches in diameter with a big
head and lots of veins.

He stood behind me and simply shoved the whole thing in all at once.
I only gasped a little because my ass had been stretched by the huge
one before.  Steve shoved it in and out a few times and then held it
in front of my face.

"I saw the way you cleaned the other one off.  You want this one
too?" I looked at it.  It was covered with grease, slime and some
pieces of shit.  There was a big glob of shit just under the head and
some more along the veins of the shaft.

"Yeah.  Give it to me."  I was ready to taste the funk that was on
the rubber cock.

Steve stuck the thing in my mouth and immediately I started to suck
on it.  I grabbed it with one hand and started twisting the thing in
my mouth like a lollipop.  The taste filled my mouth and the aroma
was wonderful.  While I was chewing on the fake cock, Steve stuck his
huge prick into my hole.

I was surprised when he didn't start fucking me.  But soon I felt my
ass getting fuller.  He was pissing inside me!  My ass started to
really get full as he filled my hole with his piss.  I felt the
pressure ease as his bladder emptied inside me.  I kept on chewing
and licking the dildo he had given me.

When he stopped, Steve looked at me and smiled.  He pulled his
massive prick out of me and reached over for another dildo.  The one
he grabbed was quite thin, but very long.  He shoved it into my
willing hole and started twisting and turning it around.

As he shoved and turned the fake cock, he said, "Get that other thing
away from your face."  I did as I was told to do.

"Here comes an appetizer, just before the main course."  With that,
he pulled the dildo out of my ass and walked toward my face.  It was
dripping piss and was covered with shit.  I opened my mouth to take
it, wanting the flavor of my own funk and Steve's piss to be mixed
together in my mouth.

Steve put the head of the thing in my mouth.  I tasted the flavor.
Slowly Steve pushed the head of the fake cock further into my mouth.
"Wrap your lips around that thing.  I want to see you clean it off as
it goes into your mouth."  I did as I was told.

As he pushed further, the stuff accumulated around my mouth.  I could
feel the piss running down the side of my face.  Steve laughed and
said, "It looks like you have brown lipstick on."  He pulled the
dildo from my mouth.  Immediately I licked my lips, cleaning off the
stuff that had accumulated there.

While I was doing that, Steve shoved the dildo hard into my ass
again. When he pulled it out, it was covered once more.  This time he
put it back into my mouth and kept shoving.  I started to gag, but he
kept on pushing, kicking my balls to make me take more.

After he had shoved almost the whole thing in, he pulled it back out.
"Not bad.  You ate your appetizer.  You ready for the main course?"
he asked.

I knew I was a dog.  I wanted to eat his shit.  I wanted to taste his
turd and do whatever else he could think of to me.  I started to
pant. "YES!  Give it to me!  Please!  Please!" I begged.

Steve then just squatted over my face, his asshole about three inches
from my mouth.  As I watched, I saw his hole begin to open and the
start of his turd appear.  I raised my head and started to lick it.

One of my hands flew to my cock and I started to pull on it as more
of his shit came out from his hole.  After about 4 inches had come
out, he stopped.  He started to beat my balls with his hand as he
said, "Bite that off and eat it.  If you do good, I'll give you the
rest"

I swallowed the piece of his shit into my mouth and bit it off.  I
started chewing on it.  He must have eaten some nuts before because
there were some solid pieces as well as the usual consistancy.  I
swallowed.  It was now down my throat.

Steve turned around and as I proudly opened my mouth to show him how
good of a shit-eater I was, he pissed in my mouth, filling it.  I
swallowed that too.  Steve smiled and turned around again, lining his
hole up with my face.

I grabbed the poppers as more of his turd started to come out of his
hole.  I took a huge hit, knowing that I would come when my mouth was
full and I had worked my cock over.

"Here it comes," I thought as the large brown thing started to appear
from his hole.  I started licking it again.  More appeared.  I lined
my mouth up with it and just let it all drop into my mouth.

There must have been about 8 inches of it, 4 in my mouth and 4 out of
my mouth when Steve pushed 2 more inches out and stood up.  While I
was pulling on my dick and chewing, Steve reached into his bag and
pulled out a Polaroid.  He started pulling on his cock and snapping
pictures at the same time.

When the last inches were heading into my mouth, I came.  At the same
time, Steve squirt a wad all over me. We had come at the same time.
I finished swallowing all of his shit and opened my mouth wanting
more. Steve pissed a little to wash my mouth out and then pulled me
to my feet.

We kissed.  He then laid the Polaroids on the table and we watched
them develop before our eyes.  I saw me making the turd slowly
disappear.  Our eyes locked. We smiled at each other.

"Not bad, Stan," he said. "When do you want a rematch?  I've got some
more ideas for you and your balls and your mouth."

"Anytime, Steve. Anytime."