Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2000 00:01:13 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: My Master, My Son (part 5) Incest/gay, Authoritarian/gay,Urination/gay

This story is about male on male sex. It involves men and boys, some of whom
are related. If you do not like that kind of thing you are free to exercise
your right NOT to read it. If you are underage, you should be doing homework
right now and not playing around in this kind of site. So depart.

If you like it, let me know. Since the story is fantasy, the characters do
not practice safe sex. You should, however. Besides, I can not think of
anything safer than a JO to a story. Email me if you want to make some
comments.

Read Parts 1-4 to understand this part.

My Master, My Son (Part 5)
By Dennis

Chapter 10-The Deal
"Stay down in the basement.We have someone coming over," Chuck pointed
towards the door. I figured it was one of his buddies who did not know of my
servitude. Best not to have the word spread too much.

I went down the stairs, thankful for the respite from the demands of the
boys. I cleaned up the area. When they  played with me down there, the place
got kind of messy. There were toys, whips, chains, and other stuff to pick up
and put away and equipment to put back in its place. As the boys found new
things to do to me, frequently new apparatus was needed to do it on.  I would
have to build it, if possible. I worked on my own torture units. There was a
St. Andrew's Cross, saw horses, a restraint table that I could lay on face
down with a hole for my cock and balls to hang through, one for me to lie on
my back , a large pole bolted to the floor and ceiling that I could be bound
to, and a frame that allowed them to bind me spread eagle and upright with
both my back and front exposed.

Chuck would not  buy a sling. I was glad of that because I knew what would
happen if they had one. Chuck couldn't have cared less about what happened to
me. He just did not want to spend the money. Since deciding on his course of
action with regard to money he had become much more careful about spending
it. He had recently transferred the contents of my savings account to his
name. Slowly all of my economic assets were becoming his.

I heard the door chime upstairs and listened.

"How they hangin' ", Chucky boy?" The voice at the door was not that of a
kid. From what I could tell, it was a much older man. It was deep and
resonant. "What's the story? You said you wanted to make a deal for a really
good intercom and its installation"

So that was what this was about. Chuck wanted an intercom so that he could
call me from anywhere in the house and not have to yell. If he was upstairs
in "his room" and I was in the basement, I couldn't hear his call. It annoyed
him. The boys played the music pretty loud too, so that made it even more
difficult.

"Sit down. Want a beer or something?" It was Chuck.

"That would be nice, yeah. Now, what's this all about?"

"I want a top quality system with a station in 4 places, the basement, living
room, the master bedroom upstairs and the garage. And not a radio type one. I
heard that the signal can be picked up by CB radios and cell phones."

"Okay,  hard wired."

"Sounds good."

Your folks going to pay for this?"

"No, my dad is out of town. Besides, he doesn't live here. Just me, Miller,
and Juan live here."

"No Shit. He lets you live here, alone? No adults around? He just pays for
it?"

"Yep!"

"Nice. If that's true, how come we have to use my office at night or a motel
room. Why not just do it here?"

What the hell is he talking about, I thought. Use it for what?

"Because that's business and this is home. Don't shit where you eat, as they
say?"

I could not figure out what was going on. What business did he mean? I
continued to listened.

"Alright,I have a really nice one in the shop but it's kind of expensive. Top
of the line too. How are you going to pay for it"

"I figured we could trade, ummm, services for it."

"What are we talking about here? What will you give me for the system?

"You can suck me, Juan, and Miller. As many times as you want, all of us in
the same bed, for three hours. You always said you wanted all of us at one
time."

"No deal. What I pay each of you right now for that would hardly touch the
system, much less the installation."

So, that's what this is all about. Those times they disappeared, the money
from nowhere. They are turning tricks. This guy must be a customer.

"Yeah, but not nice young stuff like us. Tell ya what. I will throw in a 4th
kid. He's a high school wrestler. Nice body. You will love him and his cock."

"Still no deal. Tell ya what, though. I am tired of jerking myself off when
we make it. I would want you guys to suck me or let me fuck you."

"No way. I have told you, we don't do that. You can have the rest of our
bodies but not our asses or our mouths."

"Then we can't do business."

There was movement and the squeak of furniture. Chuck said "Wait a minute.
Let me think about this." Then, " Maybe I can arrange for something you would
really enjoy. You can have it for a whole night in your office."

I suddenly understood what he was talking about.  Me. It was me they were
going to give use of  . God, I was a commodity, to be traded for things by my
captors. To have to play sex toy for my son and his friends was one thing.
But strangers? Shit, the guy gets me and Chuck gets his fucking intercom.
Something he needs so he and the others can abuse me anyway. And I had become
 `it', something without a name.

"Let me show you what it is I am offering. Then we can, maybe deal. Pig!
Here!"

Oh god! I ran up stairs. When I got into the living room, I could see the
three boys. Chuck was in the chair. Juan and Miller were lounging on the
couch. In another chair, sucking down a beer, sat a man I had never seen
before. Guy about 60. I stood in front of Chuck,looking at the floor.

"What the fuck is this? Who the hell is he?"

"We call him pig. It's our slave"

"Slave? What do you mean, slave?"

"We keep it to work around here and service us. It's working off, ummmm, a
debt to me. It will do what ever it's told to do, right pig?"

"Yes, Master!"

The man had stood up," Your father know about this? About this guy and your
`arrangement'?"

"Yeah,  he knows about it. Approves  too"

Well at least he wasn't going to tell them I was his father. It would have
blown the guy's mind.

"Chuck, you are one amazing dude. Hmmmmm. Let me look at the goods"  He got
out of the chair and circled me, "What happened to his hair?", and the
reaching down to my ass, "This a butt plug?"

"Yes, keeps its pussy open just enough to make it an easy fuck, but not
enough to make it sloppy. It's still tight. Keeps its pussy lubed too. Always
ready. Also keeps the pig in its place. It has to keep itself shaved too.
Another sign of its status. And what else, pig??

"I have to keep my pig self clean inside too, Sir. Inside and out."

"Meaning?"

"I have to give myself an enema twice a day."

"Jesus," the man laughed, "I don't fucking believe this. He looks pretty
good. That hairless package looks real fine," he said as he played with my
cock and balls. I was starting to get hard from his manipulation. " Whoa,
look at this. Nice handful."

Feeling my chest , he said, "He work out?"

"Yes! Required, like the enemas. Look at that butt. Great for fucking ", and
Chuck slapped my ass.

"Mmmmmmm. Feels good."

And I did look good too. Muscular, good butt, developed chest and arms in
proportion. I might be approaching mid 30s but I could pass for mid 20s. At
least I thought so. In my family the men never looked their age. They all
looked about 10, 15 years younger than they were. That happened all the way
through their lives. My grandfather had looked like he might be in his early
60s. He was 72. From what my father said, as soon the men started to look
really old, they die.

I had a chance to look him over when he was feeling me. He was over 60 and
very blue collar. You knew that the waist size of his pants hadn't changed
since he was in his 30s. That was because, as his beer gut got bigger, his
belt line moved lower. He had an "I sit on this thing"  butt  and you knew
that when he bent over you would see cleavage. He wasn't  grossly fat or
anything just, shall I say, ample. His hands were large and there was gray
hair on the knuckles. Below his belt there was the hint of a nice sized set
of tools. He had on green work shirt and pants. he also had dirty, worn
Redwings. His face was jowly but had a kind of rugged good looks. His shirt
was open under his jacket and you could see gray hair peeking over the top of
his open necked shirt. The hair on his head  was mostly gray and his hairline
had receded some time ago.

Turning to Chuck, "Now let me get this straight. I get to use him anyway I
want. For an entire night. Until the next morning, right??"

"Yep, it would belong to you, body and mind. It will do anything you want ,
as often as you want it."

"I have some buddies that might like in on him. Any problem there?"

"Nope. Like I said, it's yours."

I was standing there, naked, being pawed, looking at the floor, and they were
talking about me, but not to me. Even to this guy I was a thing not deserving
of respect. It was the same way that adults talk around children. About,
maybe at,  but not with.

"He rim? How about piss. And the nipple rings mean he can be physically
abused?"

"It will rim and it drinks. But I don't want any scat . And as far as abuse
goes, no permanent marks. No cutting of the skin and no black and blue marks
either. And it has to be back by noon"

"First I want to see if he's a good cock sucker."

"Got ya. Pig, on your knees. Make the man feel good." Then Chuck leaned down
to my ear and said, very low, "And you better do a fuckin' great job."

"Yes, Master!"

I knelt before the guy . I felt for his cock through the fabric of his pants.
I could feel it growing. I undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his
boot tops. He was wearing  white jockey shorts. There was a small yellow spot
on the front. I could see his cock growing bigger, pushing to the side. The
fabric under his balls could hardly cover them. The waist  of the shorts was
about at the same place his belt had been so his belly, covered by an
athletic tee, hung over it. I felt his member with my hands and then licked
at it through the shorts. I pulled them down to his pants. Well, at least
there was no skid mark.

His hairy gut overhung his crotch like an awning. His cock was uncut. His
dick was not long, but it was so fat that that it appeared bigger. His balls
were heavy and covered in hair. His pubic hair was, like the hair on his
head,  gray. It was abundant too His belly was as hairy as his legs. He had
good muscular legs but his gut and butt made them look a little small. I
lifted up his cock and licked his balls. They had the fragrance of sweat and
urine. I could see that his uncircumcised cock had a mushroom head. I reached
up and held his nuts in one hand while placing the other on the shaft just
behind the hood. I pulled  back the foreskin. His dick head was red, almost
purple. The shaft was veiny. I moved my mouth onto the head. My forehead
rubbed against his gut. I could  smell a day's worth of funk.  I could handle
that. Juan was not careful about cleaning himself. It had become my job to
clean off his cock head and the skin around it, usually with my tongue. I had
gotten use to the smell.

"Come on pig. Over to the chair." He pushed my head off his cock, shuffled
back a step and plopped into the easy chair. With his feet restricted by his
pants he could only spread his knees.

He wiggled his finger at me, "Over here!"

I crawled over, rested my arms on the top of his hairy thighs and went back
to his cock.

He sat there, thinking while I sucked at his hairy crotch. "Alright, but I
have some additional stuff, I will be here at 2 this Friday. I want the pig
here. It is going to take a couple of hours to do the job. I guarantee you it
will be the best on the market. It will be installed right too. It's hot.
Fell off a truck. Oh, and I want you three here when I am done.

"Why do you want us?"

"Because, Chucky baby, as long as I am here I am going to want a taste of you
guys. And as for him, well when the job is done, he is mine. I will take him
with me when I leave. Now, let me concentrate on the audition here," and he
laughed. "Here, lick these for a while."

I looked up to see that the he had unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his tee
to expose his chest. He was pointing at his nipples. The hair on his gut was
as thick as that on his thighs. It was denser in the middle than on the side.
The area under his breasts was hairless but it started  again on his chest
and went to his neckline.

I licked my way from his cock up over his belly, stopping to poke my tongue
into his naval. Then to his right nip. I licked at it and suckled at it like
a baby. I stimulated it lightly with my teeth. Then I did the same thing at
his other nip. I worked back and forth and at the same time played with his
cock and balls.He indicated that I should lick around his crotch and balls.
When I did, I picked up some of his hair. I turned my head and spit. The
grabbed my hair, yanked my head up bent forward so that his face was inches
from mine and yelled, "You are never to do that, hear! You get hair, you keep
it or swallow it. You don't spit it out. Get me?"

"Yes, Sir"

He reached down, pulled out some of his crotch hair and pushed them into my
mouth. Then he pulled my head roughly back onto his cock head and jammed it
into my mouth and down my throat and started face fucking me, pulling my nose
to his hair each time.

"Come on, show me how much you like my cock?"

I couldn't talk so I made sounds in my throat as if he had the greatest dick
in the free world. He released my head, leaned back, playing with his nipples
and said "Now, get me off."

Earnestly, I used my hands and mouth and tongue to stimulate him, continuing
to make sounds of appreciation. He grunted and pushed my head so that his
cock went down my throat. He arched a little and came. Spurt after spurt went
down my throat. Just as I was afraid I would pass out from lack of air, he
released my head and sighed.

I continued to work on his cock, rubbing it over my face. kissing and
praising it. He breathed heavily, eyes closed. "Just keep working on it while
we men conclude our business." To Chuck," His pussy as good as his mouth?"

"Yep. If you hadn't shot that load, you could find out."

"The rest of my conditions acceptable?"

"Yes!"

"Then we have a deal." Then down to me, "Like the taste of my cum, boy?"

"Yes Sir", I looked over at Chuck for approval. He smiled.

Standing, the guy bent to pull up his pants. "Don't do that. He's a slave.
Let him do it."

"Oh, right. Alright, pig, dress me." I stood , rolled down his tee and
buttoned his shirt. I bent down and pulled his underwear up, adjusting his
cock and balls in the pouch. Then I pulled up his pants. As I did, I rubbed
my hands over his butt, along the ass crack. I tucked him in and buckled his
belt. Then, before I could  zip his fly shut, he said", Why don't you kiss it
 to show it how much you liked it and how you will miss it until Friday."

I kneeled again and kissed his cock through his jockeys. I ran my hands up
and down his legs, adjusting his pants. If Chuck wanted me to do a good job I
would. If I didn't, I was sure he would spank me or something in front of
this man. I couldn't stand the idea of that kind of humiliation.

I stayed kneeling as he said, " See ya Friday." He headed for the door. I had
been rented out for some electrical equipment.

That night after dinner Chuck called me upstairs. I hated it when he called
me to `his' room. The room had been mine. To be there, naked in front of my
son, seeing what had been mine was a blow to my self esteem. He knew it was
too. He was laying on the bed, naked, his cock soft.

"You have probably noticed that me, Juan, and Miller  are sometimes gone for
a couple of hours. I am sure  you know that we have money to play with that's
not from your paycheck. You must have figured that out when you sneaked in
here and went through my papers."

I started to deny it but he cut me off, "I have you on tape doing it. I had
the cam corder hooked up and hidden on the bookcase. I figured you would do
something like that. I will punish you for that later. For now I will tell
you where we get the cash. We go downtown and turn tricks. Funny how much a
guy will pay for a hot teen's body. I sometimes give head or get fucked to
get more out of the john. Not  everyone, but if the trick appeals to me, I
make the offer. As for Juan and Miller, well, I managed to convince them that
the payoff is better when you put out a little. I  act as their pimp. I have
made a lot of useful contacts that way."

"One of those contacts is the owner of Thebold Electric. That was who you
sucked off. He pays the boys and me good. I have always turned him down when
he wanted me to suck his cock or fuck me. He's not my type."

"Tomorrow is Thursday. You will call in sick for Friday. You can do chores
until Jerry gets here. Give him beer, if he wants it. And give him yourself
if he wants that. Might as well keep him happy. Make sure Friday that you
bring a couple of enemas with you. And shave good too. I have no idea what he
is planning but he said there would be a couple of other guys. I am sure you
will be getting your ass fucked a lot. Wish I could be there to see it, but
the guys and me are going to earn a few bucks."

"This has got me thinking. I wonder what I could get for throwing parties for
some of the tricks and their friends with you as the entertainment? I could
charge by the head", and he laughed at his own joke.

"Now, suck my cock and get me hard. Then climb aboard. I need a good fuck.
You did a nice job on him, I could see that. Good you did too. I don't think
you would have liked what would have happened, otherwise."

After I serviced him, I serviced Juan and Miller together. The idea of me
going down on Thebold and his friends had turned them on, too.

Later, in the basement, I thought, "God, I don't know how much more of this I
can stand. Maybe it would be better to just say fuck it and end this." I felt
all alone and abandoned. I could see no way out. Chuck said I was to be
rented out. What else would follow?

Chapter 6- Rent-A-Slave

Thebold finished the system by 5. It was a good one too. He liked having me
around, naked. He would call for my help on something and then have me suck
him, or lick his asshole, or take his piss.

When he was in the basement he saw the equipment  there and whistled.

"They use this on you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Whew. They are into some heavy stuff. How did you get mixed up with them.
Juan and Miller are head cases, that's for sure. Chuck is the coldest kid I
ever met. When he smiles, I check for my wallet. You are a man. not a kid.
You must really owe Chucky some big bucks. Or are you just into the slavery
thing? I know guys who would love to do what you are doing."

I could not tell him the truth. I did not know how much I could trust him.

"I just have to do it, Sir."

"Not talking? All right, let it be your secret, Besides, I couldn't care
less. I have some real good plans for tonight."

The boys were home by 5:30 and Thebold collected on the first part of his
payment. He sat in the chair in the living room, giving the boys head while I
sucked him off. He did not cum until he had them all. Then he said, "Now I
have to get going," and to me, "Get dressed"

Chuck said, "No need, Jerry. You can pull the van into the garage and it can
get in there. You park it in the bay at the shop, anyway. It won't be outside
where anyone can see it. Tell ya what. I will cuff and shackle it for the
ride there. Even blindfold and gag it. You'll like that. Add to the illusion.
Naked, helpless guy sitting in the next seat. You sometimes like me tied up
when you do me."

"Provided he don't get seen or I get stopped. I could just see trying to
explain that to a cop."

"It's dark outside now. Just be careful. No one will stop you."

He looked me up and down. "Yeah, I like that.."

"How many other guys?"

"Four. It's the night we play cards. Can't wait  `till they see tonight's
table prize.  Okay, let's do it."

Cuffed, blindfolded, gagged, and shackled , I was driven  to his shop. When
we stopped for a light or something he would play with my cock and balls or
my nipple rings. When he pulled hard on them I would groan and he would
laugh. I was hard all the way. All he said was, "Chuck was right. This is so
fucking hot."

When we got there, he roughly pulled me out of the seat. I could feel him at
my neck. He was attaching something around it, "Got this just for you." It
was some kind of collar. A leash was attached to the collar and he led me,
shuffling, through a door. He reached behind me and pulled out the butt plug.

"Time for me to try out that ass."

He pushed me over what felt like a table or desk. No ceremony, he just put it
at the entrance and pushed. My being bound, gagged,  and helpless, my hands
behind my back must have really turned him on. He tried to ravage my ass. It
was a little late for that but I made movements and noises through the gag
that made it sound like he was hurting me. He slapped my ass and said things
like, "That's it, you pig. Take it. You're being fucked good. You're a pussy
boy."

He came in great grunts. Then he pulled out and again whacked my ass. He
pulled me up by my hair and turned me around. I felt his hand on my dick,
"Good, still nice and hard. I want you just like that." He led me to a chair
and pushed me into it.

I could hear him dressing and bustling about. Then he made a call.

"Hi, this is Jerry Thebold. Send me over a cheese pie. 15 minutes? Good. Who
is going to deliver it? Ahh, good!"

He continued to do things, what exactly they were I couldn't tell. Then there
was a rapping sound. I heard him unlock a door and open it.

"Working late, Mr. Thebold?" The voice was that of a teenager, a black one if
I knew my accents."

"Yeah. Come on in Paul, I have something to show you."

I heard him enter and then stop dead, "Who the fuck is that?"

"A toy I have for the night."

"Toy? You mean for sex?"

"Yep. I want you to face fuck him while I watch. Pay ya for it."

"Mr. Thebold, I like it when you swing on my dick and  I really like the
money you pay me, but I don't know about this. He doesn't look willing. Shit,
I mean, he's all tied up."

"Yeah, that's what's going to make it so hot to watch."

"And you will pay me.?"

"Yep! But you have to be naked when he does you."

"Sounds good. I have a little time before I have to be back."

Thebold took the gag out. It did not take long for the kid to strip because
he was at my mouth.

"Make him kneel."

Two hands pulled my head so that I slipped to the floor on my knees. As the
kid was trying to push his cock into my mouth I figured I would make the his
fun a little better.

Turning my head to the side I said, "Please don't do this. He is forcing me
to do what he wants." Well, it was true, wasn't it. The kid stopped.

"What does he mean, Mr. Thebold."

"Don't worry about it. Just feed that dick of yours to him. He"s working off
some money he owes to me." He had understood what I was doing. After all,
Chuck said I would do anything I was told to do.

"This is kinky. You sure that it's alright?"

"Yes, just force him to take it from you. Treat him like dirt."

"You da boss!"

He again grabbed my head. This time by the ears. "Open wide!"

"No, please don't do this." There was a moment's hesitation. Obviously, he
was looking toward Thebold for approval.

Thebold yelled at me, "Do it,  pigshit. You owe me big. It's either this or I
turn the debt collection over to my enforcer. When he gets done you will have
wished you had taken a little man juice. Like your knees.? Try thinking about
walking without them." He was obviously into the scene.

Again the kid pushed his cock head between my lips. I resisted for a second
then opened up and took the head into my mouth. My god, it was a monster. It
felt like my jaw was being unhinged. It slipped farther back into my throat.
It was too big for me to use any tongue motion. Besides, he just wanted to
use my hot, wet mouth to make his deposit.

I couldn't tell how long it was but I took a breath and let him slide it down
my throat. Geez, I think it went past my adam's apple before his crotch hair
hit my nose. He held me there for a couple of seconds. "Shit, I got the whole
thing in. Better than the  hoes I know. Better than you, boss man."

"I told you, Paul, guys are better cock suckers than girls. Christ, that's
impressive. But you had better back off. Don't want him to pass out."

The cock slid back until the head was just inside my lips. I took a huge
inhale. I had started to see stars. Then he started to do it again. This time
I ready for it and took a big breath. As it slid down again, I heard him say.
" Fast learner."

And that was the way he fucked my face, with big long strokes, in between
short ones. All the time he was murmuring things about taking it and, "Yeah,
baby that black cock looks great in that white mouth of yours. Like black
cock, dude?"

I nodded my head. I really did like it. I am not a size queen and the only
guy I had ever done that wasn't white  was Juan. But knowing I was sucking
the enormous tool of some black man-child, having to take it how and when he
wanted it, was so damn hot. I could feel my balls bubbling. He didn't take
long. I could feel him stiffen. I took a deep breath because I knew what was
about to happen. He jammed my head onto his cock and emptied into my throat.
My ears were ringing by the time he finished and pulled it out

"Once you try black, you never go back!"

I stayed kneeling and lay my forehead onto the floor, panting from the
experience and from the lack of breath. I could hear the kid dressing.

>From Thebold, "Damn, that was hot. I almost came in my pants from watching
it. Here's the money"

"Anytime, Mr. Thebold. That was great. Maybe I can come back after work? Like
to fuck him."

"If you don't mind an audience. There are a couple of guys coming over."

"Going to get your money's worth?"

"Yeah and then some"

"I don't finish until midnight. That good with you?"

"Yeah. See ya then", and the door opened and closed.

Thebold came and said down to me, "That was fucking great. That stuff about
not wanting to do it, nice touch."

I laughed, "Glad you understood what I was doing", I said as I pulled myself
up and sat on my heels, "If you immobilize me when he fucks me, and if I say
I don't want it, he will act like he is raping me. To him that's probably
what he just thought he was doing."

"Probably. And I got the whole thing on tape. I had the surveillance cameras
on when he came in." Shit, another tape. At this rate I will be able to get
membership in the Screen Actors Guild.

He took the blindfold off. I blinked because of the light. As Thebold
uncuffed me and removed the shackles, I looked around. It was an office, kind
of a rough one at that. Well, it was the office of a contractor. Old and beat
up stuff like a desk (with the pizza box on it), chairs, computer, filing
cabinets, a leather couch , big electric cooler, and a round conference table
with chairs .  I guess he fucked me over his desk.

I got to my feet as he said. "Chuck told me you are a slave, so act it. The
stuff for the card game is in the closet. Set it up. When  you are done, you
can have a couple of slices. There is beer and soda in the cooler over there.
Help yourself to one. These are good friends of mine. I want them treated
with respect. You will serve us during the game, light cigars, bring the
sandwiches in the cooler when you are told, etcetera. Just act like a
servant."

"Oh, and during the game you will be under the table. Hmmmmm, think I will
tie your leash to one of the legs. If anyone wants to feel your mouth on
their cock, well, you know what to do. Balls, cock, the whole thing. If you
distract them enough I might win a few hands. First crack at your ass will be
for the big winner. Hahahahaha. First crack! Yeah, other than the one I took
before."

"Now, get to it. I have a few things to do in the shop. When they come, let
them in. Bet it will surprise the crap out of them. And dude, you are mighty
pretty." He felt my still ridged tool and shaved balls, "Mighty pretty!.
Hmmmmmm. I wonder if Chuck will sell you to me."

Then he was gone through the other door.

Three of the men arrived in one car. Their reaction at seeing me was shock.
Then, when I told them I was there to be Lebold's slave for the evening, they
laughed. As I helped them off with their coats, I had a good chance to look
them over.

 One was at least 60, maybe as old as Lebold. He was slender and  good
looking. He was about 5 foot 8 and about 150 lbs. He had salt and pepper hair
and a cragged but handsome face. Since he owned a construction firm, I
figured that he had the remains of a well conditioned body under the clothes.
No beer belly that I could see. When he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel
shirt, he showed tattooed and well developed forearms.

The second one was near the same age, but his hair was white. He was about
the same height as the first but weighed about 260 or maybe more.  He looked
like a refrigerator.He wore his belt at what should have been his waist. His
arms and legs were obviously large. With a full beard, he looked a little
like a department store Santa. and when he rolled up the sleeves of his
shirt, the amount of hair on his arms said "bear".

The third was spectacular. He was about 45, 6'3 and maybe 200 or 210. It was
all muscle too. I could tell that when I took his coat. He was  wearing a
white tee shirt that hugged his pecs. His arms were well developed as I was
sure his legs would be. He tapered from a wide chest to a narrow waist. His
butt was a well formed bubble. And, geez, was he handsome. He had short dark
hair.

Thebold came in from the shop. After greeting his friends, he started
answering questions about my role that night. When they found out that they
would all to have a crack at my mouth, cock, and ass, the bear said. "Let's
get this game going" , and patted my ass.

"Where is Gordy?", Thebold asked.

"He was delayed. Something that needed his personal attention. Said he would
be here asap." I got them all beers. The bear and Thebold needed lights for
their cigars. The construction owner took out a pipe and, after performing
the ritual of filling the bowl, lit up. The smell of a maple blend tobacco
filled the room. The other guy did not smoke. With that body, he was probably
a nonsmoker.

When Thebold told them that I was to be under the table to suck their cocks
if they wanted it, they laughed. Jerry told them to get rid of their pants so
that I could have easy access.

"Just snap your fingers and point to your crotches. He will know what to do.
If you need a beer, just say so. He  can crawl out and do that too."

I got under the table and Thebold tied my leash to one of the legs. I was no
sooner there before the bear was snapping his fingers. I moved to between his
spread legs and started playing with his balls. They were normal sized. His
cut cock was hard already, about 6 inches and not particularly fat. There was
a roll of fat around his crotch, under the hair, that made his dick look
shorter. He stretched out his legs, sliding his ass forward on the seat. I
moved my mouth over the head of his cock and started to work. I had to be
careful not to bump my head as I moved up and down. Finally I just settled on
keeping it in my mouth and tonguing it.

I could hear the cards being shuffled. Thebold said, "Don't cum yet, Charlie.
We have time. Enjoy it. Let him lick your balls, you like that." Taking it as
my cue, that's what I did. I had just gotten my instructions. Do a good job
but don't make them cum yet.

The fourth guy knocked at the door. I went to crawl out from under the table
but Thebold said not to, he would let in him in.

>From my vantage point I could see the two men walking. Lebold was explaining
what was going on. There was an amused chuckle and  the guy just dropped his
pants, kicked off his black shoes and slid into the the chair. He had a
larger than normal, cut cock. The head rested on the chair seat when he sat
down.

What was intriguing were his pants. Dark blue with a light blue stripe. He
had on a uniform shirt, too. He was a cop. From what I could see, the patch
on the shoulder of his jacket, which lay on the couch where he had thrown it,
was from the town where I lived and taught.

I sucked my way from player to player as the game went on. When I came out
from under to get some beers for the players, I recognized the cop. He was
Sgt. Gordon. I recognized him because he had come to the school a couple of
times to give safety lectures to the students. He gave no indication  that he
recognized me. He  was a real hot looker in his uniform. In his mid 40s and 6
foot, he had a blond flat top and a bushy `stache. I use to get a hardon when
he was talking to one of my classes at the school. He had not let his body go
the "donut way" of a lot of officers. I kept hoping he would stop me sometime
when I was driving. I liked to see him swagger, gun bouncing in time to his
walk.

So the evening went. I sucked cock and licked balls  under the table, got the
sandwiches out when they were hungry, and served beer. When I walked around
the table they would play with my cock and balls, comment on my shaved body,
and finger my pussy. Slowly they all shucked the rest of their clothes so
that by the end of the game they were nude.

Gordon won the the most. He fucked me on the floor. Just before he came, he
leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Hello, Mr. Martin. How is Chuck
these days?"  I looked at him questioningly but he said nothing more.

After the first fuck, it was a free for all. I was fucked and sucked cock,
usually at the same time. I noticed that the guys all seemed to play with
each other's sticks  too. the handsome guy even got down and sucked Gordon's
dick for a while. They fucked me doggy, missionary, even had me ride. The
bear liked it like that.

Paul called a little after 12 to tell Thebold that he was on his way. Thebold
tied me to the table and again blindfolded me. So, with the five men standing
around and watching, talking about how hot the scene was, I was fucked. He
was a kid but he had a monster cock.

It was just what I figured it would be. When I pretended to protest, that
seemed to turn him on more. He made racial remarks to me about being a white
bastard etcetera and drove into me with enthusiasm. When I called him a
nigger, he practically ripped my ass apart in his frenzy. He left me panting
on the table. Thebold paid him again and he left.

I spent the rest of the night servicing them, a couple of times each, licking
assholes, nipples, and anything else they took a fancy to. I swallowed a lot
of cum. They took me into the office bathroom and pissed in me and on me.
They had me licking the piss off the floor. They tried top each other in
making me do what they thought were outrageous things. Little did they know
what my daily existence was like. They even had Thebold spank me while they
watched. Unlike the time with the boys, this one was a real turn on. I had a
raging hardon from it.

I came in the mouths of the construction guy and the bear. I even fucked
Thebold's ample butt. The one who never took my cock in anyway was Gordon or
the handsome guy. Gave theirs to me but never took mine.

At dawn, the party broke up. The construction guy talked about getting home
to his wife. They left in pairs, with Gordon giving the the good looking guy
a lift. When they were gone,  Thebold said they would probably be staying
together. They had been lovers once.

The strange thing was what  Sgt. Gordon had said as he left. He looked
directly at me, said, "I will be seeing you again, I am sure!", and winked. I
was the only one who heard or saw it. I could not figure out what it meant.

Thebold made me clean up the office area. As I did, I ate a sandwich. Thebold
made me drink his piss to wash it down. After calling Chuck to say we were on
our way, he chained me, inserted the butt plug and pushed me into the the
truck. He drove with my mouth on his cock. Fortunately we didn't crash.
Thebold pulled into the open garage and he took me into the house. There, in
the what use to be my living room, he fucked me in front of the boys.

                                            The end of part 5


To be continued.