Gay Erotic Stories

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C put his arm around Riff’s waist and guided him to Dottie’s parking lot. He led Riff to a stretch limo. The driver raced out of his door as soon as he recognized his boss coming toward the car. The driver opened the back door and helped C get Riff safely inside.

From the back seat C said, “Johnny, just drive us around for a while.” And with that C closed the divider.

Full of emotion C said, “Christ pup, I am so damn sorry boy.”

Riff wanted to assuage C’s guilt, “Sir, it wasn’t your fault. Honest I’m okay. Really I’ll be fine sir.”

Still quite worried C added, “Pup I think we should go to the Emergency Room and make sure you’re all right.”

That thought, and the picture it conjured up of doctors and police officers asking questions, terrified Riff more than the rape, “NO SIR!!! Please Sir, not that. I do not want to go to any Emergency Room. Please Sir, promise me Sir. Please Sir…. Promise me sir, NO EMERGENCY ROOM.”

C folded his hands and brought them to his chest, “As you wish pup, but tell me what to do. What do you want me to do pup?”

Riff brightened, “Really sir… anything?”

C felt a bit more relieved, “Don’t press your luck pup… What do you have in mind?”

“Sir, the first time I um… got fucked I wanted it to be you sir…. Well, that’s not exactly possible any more Sir, but if I could ask you for something then I’d ask that you take me somewhere RIGHT NOW and before this horrible night sets in my mind, I’d like it if you would fuck me sir. I feel sure that if you would fuck me, it could make this awful experience go away sir. Am I asking too much Sir? Do you see what I mean sir?”

“Pup are you absolutely sure that’s what you want? You want me to fuck you pup? Are you certain? Really certain?”

“Sir Yessir.”

“And you’re sure pup. That’s really what you want boy?”

“Sir. Yessir.”

So C picked up the phone and said, “Johnny take us to my suite at THE HOTEL.”

For the rest of the ride C held Riff and eventually he pulled Riff’s head onto his lap, and as Riff relaxed C ran his fingers through Riff’s beautiful sandy colored hair and toyed with his ears and traced the lines of his face with his index finger.

It was perfectly quiet for several minutes, and then Riff said, “Sir what happened to Nick?”

“Well pup, I made a few phone calls and at this moment he’s meeting with the man who’s going to save his life.”

“The way you saved mine sir?”

“Something like that pup.”

“And sir do all the um pups… do they all fall in love with their um… teachers sir?”

“Pup I think I know where you’re going boy, and no, they don’t all feel about each other the way we do pup. I’d like to think we have something special pup… very special.”

“You really got me worried there for a second sir…. like I was imaging things sir… because I know I’m not… I’m not imaging things sir… I really love you sir… really sir…”

“I know pup. We have something unique boy; something quite rare and unusual. Each of these pairings is different from the others pup; some evolve from love some from respect and we never know where they might lead.”

“But ours is ending in love… forever… right sir?”

“Pup you have to stop being so needy and begin to take that on faith. Can you do that pup? It’s important boy.”

“I’ll try sir… I promise.”

By the time they got to the hotel Riff was more rested, but if truth be told, his stomach was in knots. He was so damn excited he thought he might burst. His cock was trying to break out of his jock strap and he was higher than a kite. He felt like a kid on Christmas. And he was getting exactly what he’d asked Santa for; he was getting what he wanted more than anything else, what he’d been thinking about and dreaming about non stop for the last three days. HE WAS GETTING C… C WAS GOING TO FUCK HIM… HE WAS GOING TO MAKE LOVE TO C… C WAS GOING TO TAKE HIM FOR HIS OWN!!!

Riff was positively gleeful as the limo entered the private entrance to Miami’s best-appointed Hotel. They took C’s private elevator from his private parking spot in his private part of the Hotel parking structure. When they got to the penthouse the doors opened into a breathtaking expanse of a room with marble floors and high ceilings and the most exquisite art hanging on the walls. The ceilings were all uniquely carved relief’s with intricate patterns. The whole place had an intensely masculine air. Riff caught a glimpse of an oil painting over a mantle; it was a picture of a tall very handsome young blond man standing next to a single engine prop plane.

The room was breathtaking, but before Riff could even begin to take it all in C said, “Pup, I’m afraid we’re going to need to employ the blindfold. I am sorry pup, but there’s no other way to do this.”

Riff was quick to answer, “I don’t care Sir, blindfold me; gag me; hog tie me; whatever you like Sir… I can’t tell you how happy I am Sir… I’m so damn happy…”

C reached into his pocket and pulled out the elastic band connected to two plastic eyecups. He gently placed it over Riff’s head and guided it down over his eyes. When it was in place C fluffed Riff’s hair to cover the narrow strap. Then he led Riff over to a comfortable couch and they sat down.

As soon as they were seated C put his hand on Riff’s face and caressed his cheek. Riff moved closer and felt for C’s face with his hand. Riff figured he’d push the limits. So he reached out till he found C’s face and felt the mask. Riff immediately reached over with his other arm and using both hands discovered the edges of the mask. He gently removed it and set it down. He felt the features of C’s face. His perfect nose his widow’s peak, his mustache and goatee, his short sideburns, the wires in his ears, his soft neck and protruding Adam’s apple.

Just then Riff heard footsteps.

C said, “Jeffers, please bring us two brandies…. out on the terrace I think.”

Jeffers answered, “Yessir on the terrace… as you wish.”

As C lifted Riff off the couch and took his forearm, Riff said, “Who’s Jeffery?”

C had to laugh, “Pup JEFFERS is my 65 year old butler. He’s been with my family since I was a teenager and I sincerely hope that was an academic question boy.”

Riff grinned from ear to ear, “I knew it was Jeffers sir… I hope I gave you a smile sir.”

“You did pup… You did.”

Riff heard French doors open and felt the hot humid night air as it met them. C guided him into the blackness. Then he stopped and took Riff by his shoulders. C turned him slightly and then brought their lips together. Riff held his breath as C took control of his mouth, and then his soul. Riff languished as C’s tongue explored his lips. Then Riff slowly parted them to allow C access to his teeth and then his hot oral cavity. C’s tongue played with Riff’s mouth exploring every inch, finding every curve and hill and valley. C drank Riff’s moisture and gave himself over to their union. Riff could feel them as they floated up into the night air, high up on a warm cloud, and as the kiss continued Riff was certain that C was carrying him, in his arms, as he flew them both over the darkened city. As C’s kiss continued, Riff looked down and saw a million lights glowing from the thousands of houses they were gliding over. As Riff watched the spectacle unfolding below; C tightened his grip on Riff’s body and they became one; as the kiss progressed the two were suddenly in free fall, spinning down inexorably toward the earth sure to be crushed when they hit the ground. And for Riff that was exactly as it should be… so sweet…to die in his lover’s embrace… their lips one.

As C moved away Riff pushed forward, and this time it was Riff who took C in his arms. It was Riff whose mouth came to meet C’s and it was Riff’s hot tongue that took possession of C’s lips, then teeth, then the inner sweetness. Riff’s kiss was far more urgent and demanding; and C gave him his way. So Riff got bolder and roughly pulled C to him. He ground his cock against C’s leg and was immediately rewarded when he felt C’s stiff prick pushing into Riff’s groin. There was some jockeying back and forth with both men alternately taking control of the hot, deep, wet, passionate, pressing, sucking kiss. Their tongues first played back and forth and then they wrestled, each against other, for a long while, as they opened their mouths wider and made many adjustments and changes, back and forth. Riff pulled away for a single beat and was back in a second to renew the heated exchange. Then it was C’s turn to withdraw and return with more savage hunger. Now they were slobbering as they kissed and drinking each other’s spit with insane abandon as though they’d spent days in the desert and were dying of thirst. The two men began to moan and growl as they gave way to their animal lust and a passion that was almost out of control. Another minute and the two would be rolling on the ground, fucking like dogs… But C pulled away and took a breath.

“Pup, Jeffers is here with our drinks. Come and sit beside me and calm down a bit.”

“Jesus sir that was the best damn kiss I could ever imagine…”

“Pup, here sit down… there…okay… now give me your hands… here’s the brandy.. sip it pup… you’ve had an emotional night.”

“I have a question sir.”

“Yes pup?”

“Would you have torn that guy, Bryce’s throat out sir? Have you ever done anything like that before sir?”

“Pup, let’s just say I have certain limits. I don’t want to talk about the violence I’ve seen in my life. I will tell you this pup. If anyone harms someone I love… They’d better pray we are never alone together… ever.”

C’s words gave Riff a chill, and yet he never felt so protected. He didn’t know his father. He never had an older brother. He’d been alone most of his life. It was pretty great to have this “all powerful” protector, who made it clear he would keep Riff safe AT ALL COSTS. It felt pretty damn good.

The brandy was warm and smooth and almost instantly began to quiet Riff’s nerves. As he sipped the slightly viscous sweet liquid C used the back of his hand to caress Riff’s cheek. And Riff rubbed his cheek against C’s hand in response. Riff could feel his sore asshole clenching… It sent a series of thrills up his spine. He wondered how long C was going to make him wait before rightfully fucking him into tomorrow. Riff reached over, found C’s cock, and began to gently rub it up and down… C didn’t stop him.

C said, “Jeffers, can you help this young man freshen up?”

Jeffers who was close at hand responded, “Yes sir, as you wish.”

And without further ado Riff felt Jeffers take hold of his right forearm and say, “Please young sir, let me guide you along.”

Riff got up and allowed himself to be led away. He was taken past rooms, down hallways, and through a couple doors. Jeffers finally stopped and placed Riff’s hand on a bed. Riff’s heart began to pound.

“Jeffers am I supposed to keep this blindfold on?”

“Yes young sir, I’m certain the master would have told you otherwise if it was his intention. Let me help you with your clothes young sir.”

And with that Riff could feel Jeffers first remove his suit coat, then his rumpled tie, and then he was gently pushed back to sit on the bed. Riff felt Jeffers ever so delicately remove his shoes and socks. When it became obvious that it was the butler’s intent to strip him raw Riff tried to blunt his embarrassment by talking.

“So Jeffers you’ve been with… um… your master since he was a boy?”

“That’s correct young sir.”

“And what sort of a boy was he Jeffers?”

“Young sir, are you trying to get us both into trouble?”

“OH come on Jeffers, it’s just you and me in here… please tell me something about him…anything… something small… please.”

As Riff lifted his butt so that the butler could pull down his jock strap, Jeffers said, “The master was the most beautiful boy I have ever seen… and young sir that’s far more than I feel I should reveal.”

“Hey thanks Jeffers, I really appreciate it… he was beautiful was he?”

“Young sir!!!”

“Sorry Jeffers, it’s not like I didn’t already know that… It’s not a closely guarded secret… I mean even with the mask on he’s fucking amazing.”

“Yes young sir, my master is truly a man’s man… Now young sir you need to lie back so that I can assist you in your cleansing.”

Riff was confused, “Can’t I just hop into the shower?”

Jeffers smiled, “I’m afraid young sir we’re about to cleanse another part of your anatomy.”

Riff began going through a mental check list of the body parts you could clean lying on your back in bed… then it hit him… this was to be an “internal” cleaning… an enema… Holy shit, Riff had never had one… Once his nutrition guy had recommended a “high colonic” and when the guy explained what was involved Riff was quite put off. Till now his ass was strictly “Off Limits.” But what did he expect? C was a hell of a teacher. Everything had to be perfect. Riff tried to warm to the idea, but he remained pretty nervous. It was the first time in days that his cock began to retreat in spite of the harness.

A minute later Jeffers was next to him.

”Young sir I need you to elevate your bottom so that I can place a double layer of towels under it. Then the master has instructed me to attend to um… any inflammation in that area… from… the evening’s… activities.”

Riff was blushing bright red as he lowered his butt onto the towels and felt Jeffers gently parting his knees. A moment later he felt the butler lifting Riff’s legs into the air. Another moment and Jeffers had placed a small pillow under Riff ass. A moment later Riff could feel Jeffer’s warm finger tips pulling his butt cheeks apart and manipulating his pucker.

Riff was chagrinned beyond words. His breathing was ragged and he was sweating profusely.

“Well young sir, no harm done; just some nasty irritation. A little witch hazel, some oil of wintergreen, a bit of calamine, and a drop of eucalyptus extract will have you good as new. One second young sir.”

And with that Jeffers seemed to go somewhere. Poor Riff didn’t know what to do; so he remained frozen in place, his butt elevated on a pillow, holding his spread legs up in the air in order that his asshole could remain on display. A second later he heard Jeffers re-enter and come toward him. Another moment and he felt an amazing coolness pervade his asshole. Jeffers could have given Clara Barton a run for her money. He was kind and gentle as he massaged away the pain and soreness in Riff’s ass.

As Jeffers rubbed the balm into Riff’s pucker, very sheepishly Riff said, “Thank you Jeffers.”

“Oh young sir, don’t give it a thought. I should have mentioned that I am a registered nurse.”

Riff chuckled, “That might have helped.”

“I do beg your pardon young sir.”

“Don’t give it a thought Jeffers. Tut, tut and cheerio Jeffers… Tut, tut…”

“The master said you were a bit of a wiseacre young sir and I see what he meant.”

Riff’s curiosity reared its head, “He said I was a ‘wise acre?’ Is that what he said?”

“I believe the words he used were ‘wise ass’ young sir. And I mustn’t say another word. Young sir you’re about to get me in Dutch with my employer.”

“Sorry Jeffers, but I know so little about him and I want to know everything, absolutely everything… I love him Jeffers… I love him very much.”

“Yes young sir, that is quite evident… and quite lovely… now I must hold my tongue.”

After applying the salve four times and working it into Riff’s asshole the pain and soreness were gone. Jeffers left the pillow in place keeping Riff’s pelvis elevated. He explained to Riff that it would be easier to hold the warm soapy liquid inside, in this position. After a bit more explanation Jeffers wheeled in a holding stand and the necessary apparatus. He told Riff that he was going to fill him with almost two quarts of the warm cleansing mix and then allow it to “do its work.” Before Riff knew it there was a hard plastic nozzle in his asshole and he could feel himself filling with a pleasant warmth… a few moments later his stomach began to distend and he was decidedly less comfortable. Just before Jeffers removed the nozzle he let Riff know how upset the master would be if Riff were to soil the bed. Then Jeffers removed the tubing and left the room.

Riff laid there on his back, ass elevated, wondering if this was how it felt to be pregnant. He could sense the liquid moving around in his intestines and for the first time in days his deflated cock hung in the harness under his swollen gut. After about five minutes Riff was thinking of yelling for someone to: GET HIM TO THE GODDAM TOILET!! But then he thought about what he was preparing for and he tried to be patient. All the while his discomfort was rising. Every now and then he felt an uncomfortable tremor in his pucker. In another minute he began to pray that he could hold on. He began to concentrate on this breathing. He thought about pregnant women and the Lamaze method for natural childbirth… He knew nothing about the damn Lamaze method… except that women were supposed to concentrate on their breathing… So Riff aimed all his thoughts on the rise and fall of his chest and the air coming in and out of his nose.

One second before he was about to cry out he heard the door open and Jeffers was again at his side.

“Are you ready for your walk to the bathroom young sir?”

Riff squawked, “My walk… my walk… How far is the damn toilet?”

Jeffers was having a good time at Riff’s expense, “It’s not far young sir. Hold tight now. And here we go!”

Riff just made it to the toilet seat. He had never been so relieved in his life. It hit him how all his embarrassment had vanished. He no longer cared that he was naked or blindfolded or that he was being led around this way by the butler. He was just relieved that he’d made it to the damn toilet

As Riff sat there wondering about the “wiping protocol” he said, “Well Jeffers, I sure am glad that’s over.”

“Oh yes young sir and you’ll see it gets easier with each cleansing till you’re completely finished.”

Riff was mortified, “There’s more?”

Jeffers smiled, “Why yes young sir, two more cleansings… but it will be over before you know it.”

It wasn’t exactly over before Riff knew it, but it did get easier. The last two cleanings were faster and Jeffers didn’t disappear after “filling Riff up.” In about twenty minutes it was over and Riff felt pretty good. After his third “emptying” Jeffers carefully removed Riff’s harness. Riff immediately got hard as a rock and turned bright red again, but then Jeffers led him over to a bubble bath (unscented of course) and as Riff sat in the water Jeffers washed him like a child. Instead of being embarrassed Riff relaxed and let himself feel quite pampered. He was really enjoying the attention when Jeffers said, “All right young sir let’s stand you up and get those privates.”

Riff whined, “Can’t I do that myself…please Jeffers?”

“Young sir that would cost me my job and I’m certain you know that. Surely the master has instructed you about handling HIS PROPERTY.”

Riff stared straight down, “Yes Jeffers.”

The butler helped Riff to stand up. Naturally Riff’s prick was doing the Tango at the thought of being “washed” and Jeffers spent a good deal of time getting to every fold and space…under the balls, between the cheeks, into the asshole, up and down the shaft, around the glans, into the belly button, around the pubes and all over the groin. Riff shifted from one foot to the other, held his breath, and prayed his didn’t come all over the soapy washcloth Jeffers kept rubbing against his prick.

Riff made it through the bath and was immediately confronted by the toweling. Jeffers was every bit as thorough with the double thick terry towel as he had been with the wash cloth and Riff found himself dancing again as Jeffers got between his cheeks and under his balls and all over his prick. By the time Riff was dry his cock was decidedly wet and dripping.

Jeffers had a hell of a time with Riff’s harness. The one Riff had been wearing was fairly tight and separated his balls as well as pushing them down into the sack before going round his prick shaft. Jeffers did not want to injure the MASTER’S PROPERTY so he was gentle, but the gentler he was and the more he fumbled the hornier Riff got and the more he struggled to control himself. C was about to make his dreams come true. Coming now would ruin everything. Riff held his breath and bore down; when that wasn’t enough he remembered what C had taught him in the restaurant, and he explained it to Jeffers, who apparently already knew, but wasn’t aware how much trouble Riff was having. Jeffers did insist on “employing the trick” rather than allowing Riff to do it himself and after applying some pressure to the root of Riff’s cock for a whole minute, Jeffers was finally able to get Riff’s balls apart and close the first strap and snap; and that part of the harness in place… then around the sack and snap; and circle the base of the shaft in the leather band and snap; and RIFF WAS READY FOR HIS NIGHT WITH C.

Jeffers led Riff back into the small bedroom. Riff got the chills as Jeffers helped him into a short light silk dressing gown. The richness of the fabric was positively erotic and besides the chills Riff felt electricity shooting along the surface of his skin. The tiny hairs all over his body were standing at attention.

Jeffers led Riff barefoot and panting through the apartment. They stopped for a moment and Riff felt the air shift as two large double doors opened. In a moment Riff felt Jeffers turn him over to a more masterful pair of hands. And Riff could smell the warm animal scent of C in his presence. He immediately recognized that aroma and realized he’d know that smell and be able to discern it for the rest of his life. It filled his nose, it warmed his heart, it made his cock lurch. Riff loved that fragrance, that animal smell, the smell of his man his master…THAT DIVINE SMELL.

C pulled Riff into the room and over to the bed. Riff felt C open his robe and ease it off his shoulders. Riff shuddered as it floated to his feet. He lunged forward and came in contact with C’s nude body. In a moment they were lying on the bed locked in an embrace, hands moving everywhere, hot breath everywhere, lips everywhere, sex everywhere, and in a few minutes it was skin and lips and cocks and hair and legs and fuzzy thighs and butt cracks and noses and ears and hair and pubes and pits and nipples and fingers and toes and wrists and ankles and knees and balls and cocks and lips and chins and teeth and tongues and cocks and lips and hot breath and hot mouths and grunts and groans and lips and toes and tongues and assholes and fingers and toes…

A minute later C put Riff on his back and said, “Hold still pup and let me make love to you.”

Riff barely whispered, “Sir, Yessir.”

And C fell on Riff’s lips and began a slow sucking kiss while he let his hands lightly play with Riff’s nipple rings, then as he tongued Riff’s Adam’s apple he tickled the light blond hair on Riff’s chest, then down the curls in the center of his chest, down to his abs and finally C played with Riff’s pubes as he traced Riff’s lips with his tongue. Riff was moaning and trying to fuck the air. He was dying to come.

C whispered, “Don’t come pup. What ever you do, don’t you dare come boy.”

Riff began to plead, “Please fuck me sir. Please just fuck me.”

“Oh pup there’s so much more to fucking than a hard cock up your ass boy. Stay with me pup and learn…. Pup I want you to imagine that I have a magic finger and all the sexual energy in my body is concentrated in the tip of my finger. Can you do that pup? Will you try boy?”

“Yessir.”

And C took his index finger and grazed Riff’s nipple. “Feel it pup all the sexual energy in my body is in the tip of my finger and I’m sending it into your body, from the tip of my finger to your nipple and into your body…. Can you feel that pup?”

“I’m so fucking hot sir… Yesssir I can feel it… from the tip of your finger into my nipple.” and Riff sucked air through his teeth as the jolt of sexual energy surged from the tip of C’s finger into Riff’s nipple and exploded in Riff’s chest.

“Holy shit sir!!! I CAN FEEL THAT!!!”

Then C took the tip of his finger and brought it to Riff’s belly button. The instant it made contact Riff arched his back and bounced off the bed.

“Jesus sir, I feel such a strong surge of of of of of HOOOOOOLLLLYYY SSSHHIITTT”

And as C grazed around Riff’s belly button Riff’s whole body began to vibrate and alternately arch and relax, arch and relax, arch and relax. Then C moved his finger to the tip of Riff’s cock and the jolt was so strong that Riff’s body had one long shaking spasm that went on and on and on and on.

Then C removed his finger and just before he lightly kissed him he said, “Relax for a second pup.” Then C softly met Riff’s lips with his own.

After a few seconds of soft kissing C said, “Are you ready to go on pup?”

Riff smiled and asked, “Has anyone ever died from one of your fucks sir?”

“No pup but I do send them all to heaven boy…. Let’s try the triad’s pup. In China they call these the “triple points of joy” pup. Same principle pup. Feel the energy in the tip of my finger, but also feel the power as it increases between each set of three. Ready pup?”

“Sir, what if I come sir?”

“Pup”

“Yessir?”

“Don’t come pup.”

“But sir… “

“Pup if you manage to hold onto your orgasm I promise you the best climax of your life will be happening soon boy.”

“I’ll try sir.”

“Here we go pup.”

With that C took his hands and parted Riff’s legs wide… When his pink pucker was within reach C grazed it with the tip of his finger.

And instantly the intensity was back full force. Riff’s body arched and C moved his fingertip to Riff’s belly button. A second jolt caused Riff to arch up further. Then C moved the tip of his finger to Riff’s lips and Riff felt an explosion in his sloar plexus that rocked his whole frame. His stiff prick began to drool profusely and C gathered up several viscous drops on the same finger. He then brought it to Riff’s lips and spread it all around. As Riff licked the sweetness from his mouth C made another pass at the head of Riff’s cock and this time brought the nectar to his own lips for a taste of the divine.

On to the next triad. As soon as Riff’s body was once again flat against the bed C took his fingertip and traced Riff’s piss lips. The jolt struck as before and Riff arched. Then C moved to Riff’s Adam’s apple and he arched further. Finally C parted Riff’s lips and opened his mouth. C grazed the tip of his finger against the tip of Riff’s tongue and Riff thought the surge might throw him off the bed. His body looked like the letter “C” on its side. Again C gathered Riff’s precum and waited for his body to relax. C spread the freshly expressed precursor jizz profusely on his own lips and brought them down to share with Riff. They enjoyed a long slow sucking licking kiss.

The triads went on for almost an hour. At the end Riff was exhausted and drenched with sweat. C was likewise soaked with the intensity of his labor.

For a break C laid himself over Riff’s body and luxuriated there, letting their mutual sweat and precum lubricate their bodies as they undulated over and around each other like two snakes. All the while their stiff pricks toyed… fenced with each other. Riff was careful not to allow his cock to rub against any part of C’s body; if it did Riff felt certain he’s come… and perhaps never stop. The men let loose some long low deep moans as they skated one against the other.

In another minute C was up and tracing the ring in Riff’s left tit with his tongue. As he licked the gold loop C caught a whiff of animal-heat-sweat coming from under Riff’s arm. C didn’t wait for an invitation; he dove for Riff’s left pit. Once there he pushed Riff’s left arm over his head and spent the next couple minutes erasing every trace of the musk with his tongue, alternately slobbering over the light brown curls and then sucking them dry. When Riff’s left pit was odorless C still wanted more so he sprang over Riff’s chest and pushed up Riff’s right arm. As C sucked the right pit Riff went half out of his mind and began to roll his head back and forth.

The pits really set C off; he moved between Riff’s legs and pushed them into the air. Once they were over Riff’s head C went for Riff’s ring of fire. As he tongued Riff’s asshole, Riff began to plead.

“Please sir fuck me…. fuck me sir please…please sir you have to fuck me…. please fuck me sir. Pleeeeeeze Fuck Me. FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!”

But C just kept rimming Riff’s hole. He’d lick all around the area then plunge his tongue through the ring; next he’d pull back and wait a second for Riff to wonder what he’d do next, then C would make one long swipe and lick from beneath Riff’s pucker past it and all the way up his perineum, over his balls and all the way past the harness right up to the “hot spot” just under Riff’s glans. As C’s tongue reached the head of Riff’s cock he’d pull back on the pressure till Riff could barely feel it…that prevented Riff from plunging over the edge into orgasm; and then by way of contrast C would next push his tongue roughly into Riff’s hole as deep as C could reach. Riff sucked air and groaned and flailed his legs in the air. C was relentless keeping up this always changing, never the same twice, rim job.

And Riff bellowed, “FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!”

“PLEASE SIR, PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEEEEEEEEZZZZZZEEEE!!!”

C got up on his knees and put the head of his oversized, overheated cock at the entrance to Riff’s asshole. As he applied very gentle pressure he leaned down to Riff’s ear and whispered, “Relax for me pup… you can do it boy… easy pup… open up for me pup.”

And as if by magic Riff muscular gate seemed to be listening to C’s voice because every time C told him to relax or to open up Riff could feel his sphincter doing just that. C’s master prick slowly slid home. It filled Riff’s ass without a whit of pain or discomfort. Riff felt very full …terribly full…. awfully full… which felt quite wonderful…. and C’s cock just kept on entering… Riff wondered exactly how many feet long it was. He felt certain he’d already received about a yard when he became aware the C’s pelvis was still far from making contact with his own.

And C whispered, “Relax for me pup… you can do it boy… easy pup… open up for me pup.”

While Riff called, “FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!”

It took a couple minutes for C to get “all the way home” but once that was accomplished he began a rocking movement that thrilled Riff to his core.

C increased his pace and just when Riff was getting used to the feeling, C withdrew and turned Riff on his side. Once that was accomplished C skewered Riff with one smooth action. C’s cock parted Riff’s pucker and slid all the way in with one very, very long thrust. When C’s pubic patch was pushing against Riff’s butt C pulled all the way back and thrust back in. Riff’s eye rolled back in his head and he roared, “FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! HARDER SIR…. PLEASE SIR HARDER… FUCK ME HARDER…”

And C obliged and began to power fuck Riff from behind; then he reached down and grabbed Riff’s right ankle and lifted his leg into the air. It further opened Riff’s hole, which allowed C to pull all the way out before he thundered back in to the hilt. Riff’s whole body shuddered with every stroke of C’s giant masterful dick.

And Riff began to plead, “Please Sir, may I please come? It’s taking all my effort to hold back Sir. Please sir please may I just let my cock explode. I swear Sir I won’t touch it at all Sir… It’s so hard Sir and it’s aching like crazy. Sir I can’t think of anything else. It’s driving me crazy Sir… Pleeeeeeze sir may I please be allowed to CCOMMEE? Pleeeze Sir… Pleeeeeze?”

C answered as he continued the steady thumping fuck, “Not yet pup… Not yet.”

And Riff groaned so loud that the bed vibrated with the angst he expressed.

C withdrew, grabbed Riff by his fore arm and pulled him out of bed. He forcefully dragged Riff over to a large overstuffed wing chair. C sat down turned Riff away from him and before Riff could get his bearing C was guiding Riff’s asshole down onto C’s upright prick. Riff lost his balance, sat straight down, and impaled himself on C’s cock. Riff shuddered and shook as C’s prick touched Riff’s Adam’s apple. Riff could barely swallow. C put his strong right hand under Riff’s butt and got him bouncing up and down on C’s dick. Once Riff realized he was able to control the speed and depth of penetration he took over and fucked himself royally on C’s very overheated prong.

C whispered in Riff’s ear, “Pup use the muscles around your asshole to grab hold of my cock boy. You can do it pup… give it a try boy.”

And before Riff could make a conscious effort to do what C was suggesting; Riff’s sphincter responded all on its own. Riff’s hole closed around C’s meat and held it tightly as Riff bounced up and down, up and down. His muscles rippled as his ass massaged C’s prick.

“Feel me pup… feel the energy in the tip of my hard cock… feel it pup… I’m going to send it to you pup…. in a second I’m going to send you one long jolt of sexual energy from the tip of my hard hot wet cock right into your asshole and up your spine boy… are you ready pup… it’s coming pup on the count of three… here it comes pup… from the tip of my cock into your asshole and up your spine pup… ONE… here it comes boy…. TWO… into your asshole and up your spine… THREEEEEEEE!!!”

The jolt of energy shot out of C’s cock like a bolt of lightning it blasted Riff’s sphincter which clamped down on C’s prick so hard that Riff was afraid he might break it off. Then the gigantic power surged past his ass hole and hit Riff’s spine…. it flared up the column of vertebrae and headed toward Riff’s brain. THEN IT SHOT TO THE TOP OF RIFF’S HEAD AND SEEMED TO BLOW THE TOP OF HIS SKULL RIGHT UP TO THE CEILING.

Riff bellowed, “JJJEEESSSUUUSSS HHHEEELLLPPP MMEEEEEEEEEEE !!!” and grabbed the arms of the chair to keep from being thrown into the air…

He held on there for several seconds and gradually began to bounce up and down again with renewed passion. Riff was determined to GET C OFF!! Riff clenched his hole.

After a minute or two of intense rubbing up and down, up and down, up and down, Riff dripping sweat said, “Sir I think I’m going to some sir, I swear I won’t touch my cock, but I think I’m going to come.”

C instantly put his arms around Riff and stopped his movement. Equally as fast he rose from the chair, bent Riff over slightly and prodded him forward. C kept his hard prick buried in Riff’s ass to the root.

“Where are we going sir?”

But C didn’t answer he was holding Riff’s sides and rubbing his sweaty skin up and down, up and down as he pushed him into the shower room.

The shower room was about 15 by 15; it had ten different kinds of water delivery systems and taps and faucets and steam vents and showerheads everywhere. There entire room, floor, walls, and ceiling were marble and stone and had intricate carvings of life sized men and women in every possible sexual position. It would have taken Riff’s breath away, if he’d been able to see it; that is of course, if Riff had any breath left.

C moved Riff over one of the drains and helped him kneel down.

“Pup I am about to send all my sexual energy to you in one continuous wave of warm strength. I am going to christen you with my sexual pique… and pup I do it all out of my love for you pup. It is all for you pup. Do you understand what I’m talking about boy?”

“Sir are you going to cum on my face sir?”

“No pup… a pleasant thought, but that would be an expression of my orgasm… what I am going to do pup is all for you boy. It’s all for you. I am going to send you my strength pup in one great shower.”

Riff understood, “You’re going to piss on me aren’t you sir? I’ve seen it in the videos I bought. Where masters piss on their slaves to show their power.”

“Not exactly pup. I am not going to piss on you pup. I am going to send my sexual energy straight to your chest. I’m going to send you a stream of my liquid essence. This is not a display of power pup. That may come later. That may be a part of the games we play as you learn more about yourself, but just now pup. I’ll be sending all my power to you in the heated piss I will direct at your heart pup. And do you know what will happen pup… when the hot stream hits your chest boy?”

“I’m not sure sir.”

“The pure sexual energy is going to have three effects boy. First pup you’re going to feel an enormous influx of heat and energy. Second your bladder is going to release pup and you’re going to begin to piss with great force. And third pup your prostate is going to explode pup and you’re going to cum harder than you’ve ever come in your life pup. Any questions boy?”

“Sir is it possible to piss and come at the same time? Is that possible?”

“Do you trust me pup?”

“Absolutely sir.”

“Have I ever lied to you pup?”

“Sir No sir!”

“Then tell me pup what’s going to happen?”

“Sir, I’m going to feel a great rush of energy and then I’m going to piss and come at the same time.”

“Ready pup?”

“Slightly nervous sir, but very ready Sir. Very ready.”

“Prepare pup.”

As C’s words hit his ears, Riff’s glans swelled to twice it’s normal size, his prick shaft expanded hard against the harness and Riff’s balls began to strain against the leather strap trying to bind them. A second later the first snap, the one that held the strap around the base of Riff’s cock flew open… another moment and the part that separated his balls gave way… a beat later the single remaining closure yielded against the rising tide and the damn harness fell between Riff’s legs. Riff gasped as he felt his cock become truly MIGHTY AND QUITE MAGNIFICENT.

The moment C’s torrent hit Riff between his pecs Riff’s bladder released it’s pressurized contents… at the same time Riff’s prostate discharged… there was a huge internal struggle as hot urine and boiling semen tried to flood Riff’s urethra at the same time. The pressure in Riff’s groin was so intense that he began to breathe…. HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH… HUH….

The struggle continued as Riff’s cock began to shoot first a blast of hot piss, then a dollop of fiery jizz… then piss… then cum… then piss… then jizz and all the while Riff could only observe as the battle in his prick raged and he tried to catch air, HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH…. HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… HUH… then piss… then cum… then piss… then jizz… then piss… then cum… then piss… then jizz And the mix of piss from both men and Riff’s cum flew into the air and drained down Riff’s chest and hit Riff in the chin and quite literally covered him in body fluids.

C’s was only dimly aware of Riff’s activity. He was concentrating on sending his sexual energy through his gush of hot piss directly into Riff’s beating heart.

And all the while Riff could only witness as the battle in his prick raged and he tried to catch air, HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. HUH… HUH…. HUH…. HUH…. then piss… then cum…. then piss…. then jizz… then piss… then cum…. then piss…. then jizz. And the mix of piss from both men and Riff’s cum flew into the air and drained down Riff’s chest and hit Riff in the chin and quite literally covered him in body fluids.

When C’s flow abated and Riff’s cock began to finally retreat, C lifted Riff to his feet.

Riff felt C dab at his body with a folded towel. C had barely wiped Riff’s legs and lower chest when he stopped and began to smear the mix all over Riff’s body. Riff luxuriated in the bizarre massage. A moment later C grabbed Riff’s arm and pulled him back to bed.

“Sir I’m going to ruin your sheets.”

“Not another word pup.”

C pushed Riff back onto the bed, lifted his legs, positioned his stiff prick at Riff’s waiting hole, and made his entry. Riff whistled as C’s long hard cock slid swiftly up his ass and rubbed against his spine.

The whole maneuver caught Riff by surprise and he squealed, “Holy shit sirrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Thank you sirrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!”

C bent down and whispered in Riff’s ear, “When I kiss your lips pup grab my cock with you asshole and when I lick your neck release it!”

With that C began to alternately brush his lips against Riff’s mouth and then pull off and swipe the side of Riff’s neck with his hot wet tongue. And with absolutely no conscious help from Riff his pucker grabbed hold of C’s prick and one second later it let go. All the while C was kissing and licking Riff he was pistoning Riff’s ass in and out, in and out, squeeze and release, kiss and lick, in and out, squeeze and release, kiss and lick, in and out, squeeze and release, kiss and lick.

A few minutes later Riff was calling out between kisses, “Fuck me sir. Fuck me sir. Yessir… Yessir… Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

C said, “Come for me pup, when ever you like, come between us. Come for me pup and let your cream slip slide between us… Come for me boy.”

And even as the words were hanging in the air Riff’s stiff dick began to shoot streams of hot thick white creamy pudding between them. The cum hit C on the chest and dripped off the rings in C’s nipples. That was enough to send him over the edge and for the first time that evening C had a crashing orgasm so strong that Riff felt C’s jism pound against the wall of his intestine, shot after shot as if they’d been fired from a rifle, again and again and again and again and again.

When C’s cock finished shooting he crumbled onto Riff’s cummy pissy sweaty chest and lying there he once again began to snake around. C applied his lips to Riffs in a hot wet deep sucking kiss. And the two men gave themselves over to their animal nature.

Riff and C fucked for hours on the bed, on the floor, in the chair, against the wall, C over Riff over C. And they came and they came and they came.

A couple hours before dawn, found them lying, naked on the bed, swaddled in the hot wet cum piss sweat soaked sheets. The air around them was thick with the musky heady damp smell of male sex. The room reeked of sex.

C was flat on his back and Riff was resting his soaked head just under C’s left arm.

While Riff toyed with the rings in C’s nipple they talked.

“Thank you sir, for the very best night of my life.”

“You’re quite welcome pup, and thank you right back boy.”

“I will love you forever sir.”

“I love you too pup.”

“I keep wanting to thank you sir… I can’t help it… I’m full to overflowing. I’ve never felt… I never thought…. This is more than I could ever… Christ sir, I can’t seem to find the right words.”

“It’s all right pup. I know how happy you are, but I’m a little troubled pup.”

“By what sir? God, sir, did I do something….”

“Stop pup, you haven’t done anything wrong. But pup, earlier tonight you were attacked and pup those men raped you pup. They raped you boy. I need to know that you’re all right… that you’re not trying to bury your feelings… that would be a mistake pup… I need you to talk to me pup.”

“Honest sir, you shouldn’t give it another thought… What happened earlier was no big deal… I mean it was just a bunch of assholes and they kind of overpowered me and I guess they… got… the… better… of… me… and then they…………………………”

And Riff couldn’t say the word. He wanted to say that they raped him; that the assholes had overpowered him and then they RAPED HIM. And the actual horror of what had happened began to bubble to the surface… and Riff turned toward C and buried his face in C’s chest and Riff began to sob… The floodgates opened and Riff’s whole body began to heave with every breath.

Through a strangled cry Riff said, “They raped me sir… those men… they raped me…”

And as Riff allowed his heart to open, C rose up, took Riff into his strong arms, and cradled him there. As Riff sobbed, C rocked him back and forth and ran his fingers through Riff’s hair.

As C rocked Riff he hummed to him (Rock of Ages). After the better part of an hour Riff was feeling much better. He pulled the blindfold away from his eyes long enough to wipe them with the back of his hand.

C reached over and removed the blindfold. He whispered, “Keep your eyes closed pup.”

And as Riff sat with his eyes closed C came close and gently licked each eye dry of tears.

“Listen to me pup. I absolutely must be on a plane in 45 minutes. Honest pup I don’t have a choice in this. If I could possibly alter my plans I would boy, but I’m afraid it’s quite impossible. I want Johnny to drive you home and see you safely to your door. If you like pup I can have him stay with you till I get back day after tomorrow. Tell me pup. Tell me what you want me to do boy.”

“Honest sir. I am fine. I feel so much better. I’ve had the worst and the best night of my life all in the same day. But I’m okay now. I know it’s not over. I know I need to think about this and maybe even talk about it some more. But sir I need to go home. I’m supposed to spend the day with Caleb. And sir I can’t stand him up. The kid is all tied in knots sir and I can’t just ignore his feelings sir.”

“You make me so proud pup. So then Johnny will drive you home.”

“Well sir, I’d like to get my car. I may need it later today. So if it’s all right sir could Johnny just drive me to get my car.”

“I’ll tell you what pup. How about if Johnny drives you to your car and then follows you home. I will not rest till I know that you got to your door in one piece pup.”

“Okay sir if that will make you happy sir.”

“It will pup.”

With that C called for Jeffers, who arrived next to the bed in ten seconds flat. Apparently none of these people ever slept. Riff marveled at the way C’s world seemed to revolve around his needs… or was it Riff’s needs; he wasn’t sure which were which any more.

C gave Riff a long, firm kiss and as Riff was about to be led away C took Riff’s face between his hands and gave it a good squeeze and another kiss. As C moved back Riff pulled away from Jeffers, lunged into C’s arms, and hugged him tight, for dear life. Riff put his head on C’s shoulder and enjoyed his lord and master’s strength for one last minute.

In the end Jeffers gently took Riff’s arm and tugged him away, toward the door.

As Riff left the room C whispered after him, “Goodbye pup.”

Riff wasn’t sure why he was crying he just was.

Jeffers helped Riff get dressed. He found the harness and put that on first. Riff didn’t even think to inquire about showering. He had every intention of keeping the strong scent of cum and piss and sweat all over him for as long as he possibly could. Riff wondered how long he could keep from showering before it got him in trouble. He had planned on taking the day off. Right after he demolished the credenza, which seemed to have happened many days ago, Riff had resolved to take the whole next day off to regroup and figure out what to do next… regarding Caleb… regarding work… the rest…. and C in particular… he was certain about that… those feelings would never change…. Riff knew that in his soul… he absolutely knew it.

Later, blindfolded again, in the car with Johnny; Riff began to make curious conversation.

“So Johnny what’s your boss’s name?”

“Nice try buddy… Riff is it?”

“Yes, it’s Riff. Would you really get in that much trouble for just telling me his name… the name of the guy you work for?”

Johnny said, “Are you being stupid? If I did screw up and give you that name it would fuck us both up… And unless you’re an idiot you know that. Why would you fool around with something like that?”

Riff got serious, “I was just kidding but you’re scaring the shit out of me. I never ever thought you might actually tell me.”

Johnny warned, “You shouldn’t take those chances. You might just bump into some idiot who’s new on staff or some temp or someone might just slip up and Oopps say, ‘his name is Jeff Bentley.’… Oh Jesus Christ… I said it… I didn’t mean to say it… Oh shit... shit… shit… shit… fuck… fuck…I swear that was an accident.”

Riff got horribly sick to his stomach. A second before he lost it Johnny said, “That’s not his name but you see what I mean.”

Riff let out all the air in his chest… one huge whoooosh, “That wasn’t funny you miserable asshole… NOT FUNNY JOHNNY… NOT FUCKING FUNNY!!!”

Johnny replied, “Like I said Riff you shouldn’t play with fire.”

Riff tried to say something “Is there anything you can tell me.”

Johnny said, “Yeah there is. I’d sure as hell like to know what makes you so goddamed special. I’d love to understand how you got so friggin’ lucky. You won the goddamed jackpot Riff. Do you even realize that? You won the fucking lottery.”

Riff beamed, “Yes Johnny I do know… and I have no idea how he chose me or for that matter why. I just thank god he did… every minute of every day I’m grateful.”

Johnny got a bit warmer, “Then stop acting like you don’t care… it’s annoying... and I’d like to get to know you Riff. If he… the master chose you… so you must be pretty special… I’d like to like you Riff… I’d like to be friends… Since he chose you we’ll be seeing a lot of each other… so we should be friends.”

Riff tried to be genial, “I’d like that Johnny. I am sorry for behaving like a dumb prick. I know how lucky I am… Look Johnny, if it helps I love his ass Johnny. I belong to him body and soul. I love him more every day… I love him Johnny.”

As they pulled up next to Riff’s car Johnny said, “We all do Riff. We all love him.”

Riff took off the blindfold and tossed it to Johnny, and then he reached over the seat and shook his hand. They said goodbye as Riff climbed into his car.

Without thinking Riff slowly began to undress. When he was naked except for his harness he turned the key and headed home; the limo followed close behind. At every light Riff, by rote, slid forward and teased the fuzz around his pucker. He let his fingers linger there feeling where C’s magnificent cock had been a couple hours ago. He pushed his fingers past the ring and tried to imagine it was C’s dick. A few seconds later Johnny blasted Riff with the horn… the light had been green for a while.

As Riff turned his ignition off and began to dress he waved goodbye to Johnny, who waved back, made a U turn, and sped away (presumably to get C to the airport)

As Riff dragged his totally spent body toward his apartment his eyes focused on his door. Outside under the breezeway awning, sitting on the cement stoop, leaning against his door, all huddled up, sound asleep; there was Caleb.

Riff didn’t know whether to slap him or scold him or hug him or slug him. Instead he just shook his head.

Riff got his key ready and as he came up to Caleb, he put the key in the lock, then reached down with his right hand, and grabbed Caleb’s neck.

“On your feet pup!”

Caleb’s eyes opened and he struggled to get up with Riff’s hand gripping the back of his neck. “Cut it out Riff that hurts.”

“Not another word pup!”

Riff pushed Caleb through the door.

“Riff, cut it out. Let me go.”

Riff tossed his key onto the couch and grabbed Caleb’s waist with his left hand.

“Eyes forward pup. When I let you go I want you to strip to your skin pup, to your skin… not a stitch pup… to your skin…. Is that clear boy?”

“Okay Riff…. sure… Okay.”

AND SO IT BEGAN

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Okie Dokie pups… how was that??? Rather looooooonnnnngggggg. I know. I know. I just type ‘em the universe writes them for me.

As usual I will wait for your reviews… Chapter 6--Caleb’s Day will take a week or two. I have resolved to finish the next two chapters of Face In The Mirror. So that is my next priority.

By the way boys… I have been patiently waiting for ONE OF YOU to tell me that you recognized the silly “word play” in the title of this story… so what happened??? Why haven’t any of your written to tell me how juvenile it is… and yet not a word.

Also I am delighted by the number of women who’ve been following Riff and his adventures… makes me smile… warms my… pants

Write PUPS and that’s AN ORDER FROM C… controlone@adelphia.net