House of Pain, House of Pleasure

Van braced himself in front of the huge mirror and bookcase. I smacked his ass once leaving a red shadow amongst the other bruises and welts, and then I spit on my cock once and shoved it up him. When he screamed out , I pushed in further, savoring his cry of pain. He turned to look at me, his face red and drenched in sweat, and I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed him towards the bookcase. He grunted something, but I did not hear him, I was too far gone now after spending the past hour or so watching him being used and abused by the others ... I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted him to never forget tonight ... and as his tight asshole clamped down around my prick I said, "Happy birthday, fucker!" and then started pounding his ass ... I could hear the others cheering me on, and their voices eventually drowned out Van's, and I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply savoring the smells of cologne and perspiration that hung heavy in the air, and then I went about the business of power-fucking the birthday boy.

*****

Van, my fuck buddy for several years, was turning 30 in a week. I'd picked him up a copy of the latest Stephen King novel, knowing that he was a fan, and planned on giving it to him, figuring that he had designs for his milestone . I was kind of shocked, when a few days before his actual birthday, he told me that he'd had nothing to do.

"Aren't you going to spend some time with your kids? Or with some friends?" I asked.

"My kids are in New England with my ex, and well, I'm not exactly flush with social contacts these days.", he said grinning, showing off his beautiful smile that shone through his rather lion-like countenance (he'd always reminded me of a lion, with his dark blond beard and curly mane of dirty blond hair), "I was kind of hoping that maybe ... that is if you're not doing anything , maybe we could do something that night."

"Hey," I said closing my office door and speaking in a low voice, "You know I've got a boyfriend these days ..."

"Sure I do", he said interrupting me, "Bring Rick along!"

I signed and then laughed and said to him, "OK pal, for you, anything ... let me see what I can do".

I meant it. I really liked Van, both professionally and personally. He was one of the most decent guys I knew; and yet he had this reputation at the office of being cold and something of a snob. It's funny how people read other's ways and turn them into reflections of themselves. If only they knew that this guy was dealing with a long running messy divorce, as well as coming to grips with his real sexuality.

It was funny, we'd been fucking for several years now, but I could never honestly say that I wanted to be with him exclusively, I mean he was a great lay, but he was a totally sub servant bottom, and that could be boring. Still, I owed him a lot career wise, and I'd do anything for him.

"I'll call you tonight", I said, and then went back to the stacks of files that needed to be reviewed for an upcoming government audit.

*****

That night, after work, I met Rick at the gym. After our workout, I filled him in on Van's birthday. He paused at his locker for a second and then said, in a matter of fact manner, "Why not give him what he really wants?"

"What would that be?" I asked putting my shirt on.

"Come on, I've met this guy, hell I've fucked this guy , he likes being dominated ... why don't we get Don and Elliot, and even Jon and give Van a night he'll never forget!"

"Man", I said looking up at my handsome red-haired partner, "I like your sick mind".

He smirked and replied, "I learned from the best".

*****

That Saturday afternoon, the basement at my house was all set up for our little celebration. Don and Elliot had already arrived, and I gave them as much information as I could about the birthday boy. Don, being the quick study was already gunning ... I liked how this older man enjoyed the rougher side of sex, and Elliot was up for anything. Jon (as I had learned over the years) was a dude who enjoyed working up a sweat, so I was pretty sure they'd all play along and give Van a night he'd relish for years.

It was agreed that we needed to get our motors running before the guest of honor arrived, and horseplay seemed to be the fuel for what we needed.

Don had been eyeing up Jon since he arrived, and so when Rick grabbed him and restrained him, Don took the opportunity to give the dark haired little stud's tits a royal working over. Jon was loving it, and he threw his head back and grinned like a loon while the the older, hairy man yanked on his chest until his nipples were raw.

Meanwhile, Elliot kept grabbing at my cock, so I yanked it out of my jeans and he followed suit. We stood jousting with our pricks as they grew harder ... eventually we fell into each others arms and for a split second, our eyes met, and the electricity was there ... it was not just my imagination. I winked at the randy jock and then pulled back and turned and went and grabbed Rick away from Jon and Don.

I got my boyfriend's arms tight behind his back and he yelled out in pain and with that, Jon and Elliot made their way over and started yanking at his belt, and then his pants. And while I restrained him, the boys pulled his pants down revealing Rick's major boner tenting through his white briefs.

"Man, I love that kid's rocket!" Don proclaimed as he sauntered over and freed Rick's cock from his underwear, "Yeah, that is one fine piece you got there", he said as he slowly stroked Rick's stalk causing long, slimy ropes of clear pre-cum to drizzle from it.

I let go of Rick and watched as he moved forward towards Don. The two of them embraced and kissed and Don looked over at me for a split second and winked. Just then, Jon switched on the stereo system in the back of the basement and The Cars were singing, "Candy O".

Now, with the five us primed and ready, Van arrived.

He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt that accentuated his firm chest. I introduced him to Don, and Elliot and then asked him if he was ready. He nodded his head with out a moment's hesitation, and then I told him, just let us know if it gets too intense or if there's something he was not digging ... then again, I've never know Van to throw in the towel; the guy had a major threshold for pain, and humiliation seemed to be something that he fed off of, sexually at least.

Let the games begin.

He stripped down quickly to his black boxers, and with that the five of us descended on him ... until a pile of flesh found it's way to Van's prone body.

It was Jon, surprisingly, who got to Van first. The little stud, threw an arm around his neck and began chocking him, his free hand going back and forth to the bigger guy's tits and nut sack. Don roared with malevolent laughter at the site of this and encouraged Jon by yelling out, "Alright son, make him say your name!"

I watched as Jon tightened his grip around Van's neck, and noted that Van's cock was rock hard already.

Don grabbed me aside for a second and said, "Let's show this punk what he's got coming to him tonight", I looked at him blankly for a second and then he laughed out loud, "Show 'em the muscles, have him worship the flesh he so desires..."

I loved it when Don's sadistic ways brought out the poet in him.

And as Jon continued subduing him, Van was taunted by each of us, flexing and posing in front of him ... Rick went first, and brought a bulging bicep up to Van's face. The birthday boy's eyes grew wide with a combination of lust, fear and desire ... and Rick pulled back for a second and then gave Van a powerful right hook that connected with his chest... Don and Elliot sauntered up next, and like a couple of professional bodybuilders they posed their impressive physiques for Van's approval. At one point they crouched facing each other while their chests and arms pumped up to almost obscene dimensions. Elliot smirked at Van and mockingly said, "Like what you see, punk? Like it, fucker? I hear you like pain ..." and with that he gave Van a punch in the face that made his head fly back and, no doubt, caused him to see stars ... Don laughed and gave Van's bruised face a slight slap as he said, "That's my boy, don't know his own strength sometimes..."

I was up next, and I got in front of him and said, "You asked for it, punk-bitch", and then I flexed my right arm and brought up to his mouth and watched as his tongue darted out for the muscle he lusted after. Then I reached out quickly, and grabbed hold of his nuts. He jumped and screamed out in pain, and Jon laughed softly as he yanked him back.

Then I told Jon to let him go, and called Elliot over to hold Van still.

"Come on, stud, let him have it", I said to Jon. Suddenly, Jon went all wild man and gave Van at least six punches all over his torso. Elliot laughed and said, "Now get his tits and yank them, I'll bet this pussy will cum if you yank on his tits!" And Jon followed the young jock's directive and went for Van's nipples. Then Elliot reached for Van's nuts, squeezing them while he also went for a tit; and now both of the guys were mercilessly pinching Van's nips and abusing his already sore balls. All three of them were sporting massive hard-ons.

The session went on for several minutes until Van could not take it anymore and fell to the floor. Elliot, who was wearing a pair of black leather work boots, kicked Van in the side and yelled out, "Next!"

Rick, Don and I surrounded the fallen and Don wasted no time, yanking him up by his hair and putting him in a half nelson. Van grunted and moaned and Don said, "Shut the fuck up, or I'll give you something to moan about." And with that, Rick moved in closer and reached in between Van's legs and gave his balls a quick slap. I laughed out loud as Van cried out in pain, understanding that my sadistic side was now in full swing, and I stood in front of Van's head, that Don was still holding by his hair, and shoved my cock into his lips and rubbed pre-cum all over his handsome face.

Then Don lifted Van up and put him in a bear hug.

It was so fucking hot watching him crush Van in his Herculean arms ... and like always I marveled over just how much abuse Van could take. Don was a pretty built guy, and I could only imagine how bad this hurt, but Van, for all his pleas and shouts, never once gave up.

Rick stood next to me, his eyes intense, while he stroked at his rock-hard prick and then he nudged me and said, "Come on, let's work him over."

Once Don let go of him, Rick and I swooped in and lifted him up off the floor and dragged him to the mat in the center of the room, and then we went about physically abusing him. We each took an arm and twisted it up and behind his back until he let out a yell that was so loud, I thought maybe the neighbors might hear him. That's when I let go, and yanked his already torn boxer shorts off of him, and shoved them in his mouth.

Once that was done, we continued at our task, and threw him down on the mat while we both took turns smashing our feet into his chest and thighs. Then, Rick dive bombed him, landing on his chest and started wailing away at his mid section with a series of savage punches that sounded like so much muted drum beats.

The stereo was still playing, something raucous by Jane's Addiction.

Now Rick was laying across Van, his hips raised and then smashing down on Van's crotch. With every crush, I could see Rick's white briefs were now moist with pre-cum; some of it his, the rest Van's. I could hear Elliot, who now sounded like some kind of crazed savage, his voice husky from yelling, braying, "Fuck him up! Yeah, that's it!" Soon, the rest of the men were down on the mat, each of us attacking the prone body of the punk on the floor.

Elliot was clawing at Van's crotch, his face a determined mask of sadistic glee; Jon had straddled his chest and was working his tits over; Rick and I had each grabbed a leg and were stretching him wide open; Don was kneeling by Van's face, slapping his huge cock into the guy's face, cursing him out, calling him a worthless piece of shit...and Van was crying out for mercy, pleading for the punishment to end.

And yet, his cock stayed firm and erect, leaking gallons of clear nectar.

"Got any rope?" Don asked.

I nodded in the general direction and Don made his way to the pile of heavy shipping rope that was piled in a corner.

Jim Morrison had begun singing about Mr. Mojo Rising, his deep voice echoing throughout the basement, drowning out Van's screams.

And then the five of us lifted Van off the floor and held him taught, and then Don and I took the rope and fastened it around his arms and then secured his bound limbs to a steel hook embedded in one of the wood beams of the ceiling.

For about five seconds, with the exception of the music playing, it was quiet as we watched Van, strung up like a side of beef, his body dripping sweat, glimmering in the diffused lighting of the basement ... light filtered through the the thick glass of the basement windows creating prisms of color. We watched, and waited, each of us guilty, yet fearless, each one of us, Van included, understanding that we were in total control of what was happening.

Jim Morrison screamed.

Don handed each of us a belt, and we lined up and, one by one, we gave Van's ass a brutal lashing. He jerked and bucked with each taste of leather, and tears ran down his face; and we smiled like crazed men, our sexual drives all mixed up with sadistic urges that we'd never admit to in the light of day. I noticed that Jon, who'd never done anything like this before, was particularly worked up. He beat Van so hard, that Don had to actually stop him for fear that he might do some real damage to our guest of honor. Jon looked over at me, his face revealing a crazed look. I put my arm around him and held him close and whispered into his ear, "It's OK, man, this is powerful stuff, you never know how it's going to make you feel". He moved in closer to me and held me tightly, his body warm and sweaty, his cock hard as steel. We kissed intensely and deeply as Rick expertly beat at Van's abused butt. The sound of leather meeting flesh almost keeping time to the music.

Now it all seemed to be happening in slow motion, Rick finished up and turned to me, his face grim, his muscles tense ... he high-fived Elliot and the jock took his turn, using the metal end of the belt several times and letting out war cries as he did it ; not happy with just beating him, he ended his round by giving Van a brutal cheap shot to the small of his back; Don grabbed his lover and kissed him passionately and took the belt from him, and expertly lashed at Van, causing a lot of pain, but not much in the way of welts and bruises ... and then it was my turn.

I decided that his ass had enough so I went around front, and as soon as Van's bloodshot eyes met mine, he smiled beatifically, like some Catholic saint who was being scourged in the name of Jesus.

I smiled back and then took the belt and tied it around his balls and gave it one quick, sharp pull.

Van screamed louder than he had all night. And I thought I was going to shoot my load then and there.

Helter Skelter played.

Unbound now, and thrown over a bench, each of Van's tormentor's line up for his ass.

At our guest's request, no condoms are used. The five of us know our HIV status is negative, so we are cool with this.

Jon goes first, he stands behind Van and then charges him, his cock slick with slime slides in easily and Van growls in pain. Jon throws his head back and howls madly. I watch as his taught little butt, squeezes and relaxes as he fucks Van. It's almost too much to bear. I feel like I can shoot my load at any second, and yet I can not take my eyes off of the little stud banging the ass of the willing victim of tonight's passion play. Don, Elliot and Rick are at my side, we are all in a state of alarming arousal, and we can not keep our hands to ourselves. I steal a rough kiss from Elliot that reminds me of that night I had with him a few months ago. I watch as Don and Rick kiss and then suck at each others tits and then I feel Elliot fingering my asshole ... and then I watch as Jon has Van down on the floor nailing him like a maniac.

"Come inside of me!" Van demands and Jon does not pull out as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a stream of curse words.

Elliot and Don go next. Don takes Van's ass, and Elliot takes his mouth. They pound away on him roughly and lean across his body so that they can kiss each other ... then they switch off and Elliot fucks while Don gets head Finally, Don pulls away and watches his younger boyfriend fuck Van. The lights in the room now cast oddly patriotic colors on the three bodies as Elliot calls Van a "worthless piece of shit" and Don laughs stroking his huge cock waiting to take his turn. I wonder where these colors come from and then I remember the next door neighbor's flag, and how at this time of day, the setting sun reflects through it.

Don and Elliot, patriotic fuckers.

Elliot fucking Van in a missionary position, cursing him out, spitting in his face, his ass going up and down ... and then Don doing the same thing ... once more I fear I am going to shoot my load.

Elliot's load goes up Van's ass, and when Don moves in he says, "Ah yeah, sloppy seconds, you fucking whore", and he slaps Van in the face, and not five minutes later he is shooting his load.

"Ricky Rocket, get over here and hurt this pussy!" Don calls out.

Rick is front and center, he looks over at me for a second and then down at Van, "Get up", he says softly but sternly. Van moves up, and Rick grabs a handful of hair and yanks him up and shouts, "When someone tells you to get up, you get up, punk!" and he follows this admonishment with a sharp slap across Van's face ... once more I feel the urge to just shoot my load.

As my randy lad begins fucking him, I catch a glimpse of Van's face ... shit, the dude is in some kind of Zen state, I think to myself, as I see his face is almost serene and bliss like.

Don sidled up next to me, smelling heavy of his musk and a trace of some expensive cologne, his chest hair is matted and his nipples are sharp and pink, he puts an arm around me and says, "Now I know why you've been keeping Van all to yourself all these years ... that is one tight ass", he laughs and then grabs hold of my cock. I shake for a second in fear that I might have an orgasm. He leans into me for a second and pleasantly surprises me with a lusty kiss ... when I pull back for a second I see Elliot and Jon making out on the mat, dry humping each other ... ah youth, always ready for another round, I think.

Meanwhile, Rick is slapping at Van's battered butt and power fucking him ... Van's head is hitting the wall from Rick's movements and suddenly Rick shouts, "MOTHER FUCKER" and shoots his seed into his ass. When he is through, he pulls hastily out of Van's ass, and then kicks him down to the floor, spitting on him once as he walks away.

He comes my way, we kiss, we bite each other tounges, and he whispers, "How'd I do, daddy?" And I grab his ass and say, "You made me proud."

Now I lift Van up off the floor, his body is clamy and wet, "Hurt me, sir" he says. I position him in the corner by an old bookcase and a mirror so I can watch his face while I am pummeling him.


Van braced himself in front of the huge mirror and bookcase. I smacked his ass once leaving a red shadow amongst the other bruises and welts, and then I spit on my cock once and shoved it up him. When he screamed out , I pushed in further, savoring his cry of pain. He turned to look at me, his face red and drenched in sweat, and I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed him towards the bookcase. He grunted something, but I did not hear him, I was too far gone now after spending the past hour or so watching him being used and abused by the others ... I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted him to never forget tonight ... and as his tight asshole clamped down around my prick I said, "Happy birthday, fucker!" and then started pounding his ass ... I could hear the others cheering me on, and their voices eventually drowned out Van's, and I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply savoring the smells of cologne and perspiration that hung heavy in the air, and then I went about the business of power-fucking the birthday boy.

I could see his handsome face, in the mirror, pain and pleasure washing over it, his muscles all taught, I could make out my refelction, a demon come to rape him ... soon the others joined in, and I was surrounded. The touch of hands and fingers on my body while I fucked Van was sending me to untold corners of pleasure, and I breathed in deeply so that the funky smell of sex and sin would make me high.

A glimpse of Elliot's right bicep, a stolen moment of Jon's tight ass, a brief sight of Don's huge cock, a quick vision of Rick's chest ... my head was swiming in sinful delights.

The wave came quick and was violent as I pushed in for one last time and shot my load into Van's ass. I grabbed him around the waist and he fell to his knees as my orgasm continued and I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I saw the others standing around us, like Olympian Gods. The site of my comrades was all I needed as the final wave of pleasure hit me like a tidal wave and I almost passed out from the feeling of pleasure that was borne of raping my fuck buddy.


A few minutes later, Van lay on the mat, we stood over him stroking our cocks while he jerked off maniacally, his eyes darting back and forth, his face flushed an alarming shade of red ... when he finally came, he let out such a cry, such a sound, that for a split second I thought something was wrong ... and then I realized it was a release ... a purging of something that had been coming for thirty years. It was sort of like an exorcism, and through the seemingly unending streams of goo that shot out of his prick, Van was purging his demons.

An Hour Later.

The five of us, showered and sitting around in our underwear waited on the birthday boy.
I had drawn a bath with Epsom salts for Van. He had been soaking for about a half an hour in the guest bathroom. I left a bottle of good whiskey in there for him as well as a bottle of aspirins and some band aids . Van kissed me tenderly as I was about to leave the powder room and thanked me. I closed the door and let him be.

When he finally emerged and joined us in the dining room, we stood up, as if on cue and gave him a standing ovation. He blushed and smiled, and then we drank and gave him presents and enjoyed each other's company for a bit.

At around ten, I knew what was coming. The events of the afternoon were too powerful; Don asked if it was OK if he and Elliot could spend the night ... and then we all paired off.

Don took Van into the guest bedroom, while Elliot and Rick repaired to the basement, meanwhile Jon and I went into my bedroom.

I knew that Don wanted to have a long hot fuck session with the birthday boy, maybe show him a few more tricks; and I was well aware that Elliot and Rick were both in the mood for some more playtime.

Meanwhile, Jon had crossed a threshold tonight, and I wanted him to enjoy it.

We entered the bedroom and I said, "You are one tough little fucker". He smiled at me and I said to him, "Come on, I want you to fuck me raw tonight!"

So we wrestled around on the bed, and it went from playful to serious, and when I punched him in the face he paused, and I said, "Come on, punk, fight back!" and Jon let me have it sending me to the floor ... then we climbed back on to the bed and continued playing rough until I found myself on my back and the little stud was pounding away on me, cursing me out, spitting in my face. I grabbed his hair and called him a bastard, and then told him to fuck me harder ... and the pain was overwhelming and the pain was good.

And throughout the house,voices were raised in pain and pleasure, until the voices were swallowed by the night.

Fathers and Sons

For a mind numbing moment I found myself like this: my arms restrained behind my back by Elliot, the hunky 19 year old jock's huge cock was rubbing up against the crack of my ass, his breath coming heavy as he bit at my ear ... in front of me, Don, his wolf-like face intense as he reached forward and started tweaking at my nipples, twisting them and pulling on them while his thick cock dripped honey all over my own ... next to me, Rick was fondling my ass cheeks, his hands sliding all over my ass. I watched as he leaned forward to kiss Don, and then back to plant one on Elliot... I closed my eyes and gave in to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that assaulted me from all sides, and when he released me, the next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in the muscular arms of Elliot, and we kissed an energetic, sloppy kiss while the hands of Don and Rick played over our bodies ... We both moaned in unison until we were pried apart.

1: The Coach's Story
Rick was away in Ohio visiting his family, so when I got a call from Don Rockman inviting me over for a drink, I told him I was coming stag. He said that was OK, because Elliot, his boyfriend, was working, and he had the entire afternoon to himself.

Don's place was an impressive home in a rather swanky town in Southern New Jersey. I was duly impressed not only by the Victorian abode, but by the BMW that sat in the driveway.

He greeted me at the door, wearing a button down shirt that was open to the waist and a pair of khakis that showed his impressive bulge. We shook hands as he said in his deep, masculine voice, "Glad you could make it."

Over a couple of glasses of scotch, Don and I sat in his living room and shot the breeze. I could not help but notice that his taste in furnishings was a lot like him. Simple, non-fussy, but ultimately very comfortable and inviting. The dark wood that paneled the walls and the plush leather chairs and sofas seemed like an extension of the man himself.

He asked me a lot of questions about myself, and I had to admit that it was kind of fun watching his jaw drop as I told him about my lost weekend in Los Angeles .

"You hustled?" he said, his eyes wide, "Come on, you're pulling my leg!"

"God as my witness", I said as I sipped the scotch.

He really seemed interested in my relationship with Chris. And he nodded his head when I was through telling him about that saying, "I guess he toughened you up."

"To say the least", I replied.

And then he said, "But, and I'm not passing any judgments here, but that whole relationship sounds like it was pretty dysfunctional. I mean I like to play rough, but sounds like Chris had some issues."

"I guess he did. I guess we both did.", I sighed and then added, "But it was what it was. You can't un-ring a bell".

And then it was his turn, and for about an hour, I sat silent as Don told me his story ... his upbringing in Maine, his distant father and mother, his first homosexual experience in college, a failed marriage, a narrow escape from being drafted to Vietnam, the many friends and lovers he lost to AIDS, his career as a physical education teacher ... I was spellbound by his tale. He was almost twenty years older than me, and it seemed he came of age in a whole other world.

When he was through he poured another glass of scotch for himself and offered me one and then elaborated on teaching, "I loved teaching, especially gym class. Not just for the reasons you might think, it made me feel good to watch my kids achieve goals that they thought they never could. I coached boys football, wrestling and even helped with girl's lacrosse," he paused smiling, "I think any girl who joins the lacrosse team is pretty much a lesbian in training!"

We both laughed and then he continued, "I guess it was around 1988 when I first laid eyes on Ell. Even in 11th grade, he was a strapping kid. As a rule, I never become fascinated with any of my students - what was the point? They were just kids, and the last thing any of them needed was their dirty old gym coach coming onto them. But man, I gotta' tell ya' I could not get that kid out of my head. I coached him in Football for two years running, and it was during the final game of his senior year, about fifteen minutes left in the game, he came up to me on the sideline, just before he was about get into a huddle and said, real quick, in my ear, If we win this game, I want you to fuck me coach!" He paused and looked at me and I asked, "So what happened?"

"We won the game", and afterwards I called him into my office and pretty much read him the riot act. The poor kid looked so damn dejected. But what was I supposed to do? He was only 17 and he was a student of mine."

"Well, you did the right thing", I offered.

And then he said, "But Ell was persistent. Right on up to graduation, he was constantly giving me the eye. And yet, I held fast. And then, a few months later, after graduation, at this bar over in Cherry Hill - I'm with a few of my buddies having a beer, and he walks in," he paused now shaking his head and chuckled, "Damn stud walks right up to me and hands me his driver's license and says 'I am no longer your student, and I am legal in this state. Then he hands me his phone number and..."

"The rest is history", I finished.

"Something like that.", he chuckled again and went on, "Man when I took him home it was like fucking a wild stallion. I broke his cherry - so to speak - I'm surprised the neighbors didn't hear, Ell made a lot of ruckus that first night."

"He looks like an enthusiastic guy", I said smirking.

This time Don let out a roar of laughter and said, "Enthusiastic is putting it mildly, he's a fucking wild boy! Of course, you know how it is with the younger guys, gotta' keep in line sometime."

"Break 'em in", I said absently.

"That's right, a firm hand and some discipline turns a boy into a man.", he said without a hint of irony.

"And it makes for a hell of a great fuck", I added.

Don smiled at me and said, "You're a funny guy, but you know what I mean. Have you ever had to take Rick to the woodshed? So to speak."

I told him about that time, a few years back, when I had spent a night putting Rick through the paces in my old basement - the night that ended with me "branding" him with a cigar. Don nodded his head as he absentmindedly rubbed at his cock which was now hard and thick and showing plainly through his pants.

"Maybe we should get our boys together some time and show them what it's like at the hands of another daddy."

"I like how you think, Coach Rockman", I said, my own cock now throbbing, "But maybe we can get to know each other a bit better first."

He was on his feet, his shirt discarded and flung over the easy chair he'd been sitting in, "And I like how you think. Come on, let me show you to the bathroom so you can clean up a bit."

2: Man Fuck
Don's bed was huge, what they called a California King. Sitting next to it was bedside table that was filled with condoms, lube and couple of towels. His closet door was open revealing a collection of plain white shirts, jeans and khakis as well as two Armani suits. At the other end rugby shirts, jeans and some other more youthful apparel was hung. I assumed that was Elliot's end of the wardrobe.

When I walked into the room, Don was naked, his hairy muscular body looked better than the first time I'd seen it at the club a few weeks prior. His cock stood up and out and pointed slightly to the left. I walked up to him and he turned around so that I could check out his ass, which was a primo piece of muscular beauty with a coating of some hair on it. I reached around and went for his tits. I pinched at them, but did not say a word. He groaned slightly and took my free hand and put it to his mouth and began sucking my digits. Already my cock was dripping sloppily leaving a small stream of precum to drizzle down the back of his right leg.

He turned around and faced me, he went for my tits, twisting them roughly and then he said, "Nice chest". And then he curled his right hand into a fist and punched my left pec. I did not budge and he smiled and then said, "Go for it". So I gave him a sharp punch back and watched his smile get larger as I hit his rock hard pec.

There was no kissing, not even a pretense of anything romantic. He just pushed me down on the bed and I listened as he undid a condom and then felt him push his way inside of me. I opened my mouth and bit down on the bed covers as Don's piece went all of the way in. He paused for a moment and said, "Nice tight ass". And then he slowly rode me until the pain morphed into a pleasure that I had not felt since Chris had last fucked me. I found myself raising my ass in hopes that he could go in deeper ... I felt my self wracked with dark feelings of bliss as he masterfully continued on top of me.

And then he stopped and pulled out and said, "Damn I thought I was gonna' shoot ... come on, I want to feel you inside of me, man".

I followed his lead , but first I thought I'd give him a little five finger exercise. So I lubed up my fingers and slowly opened him up with my hand until I was almost mid-palm up his ass. He was groaning in contentment as I did this. I knew I had him now, so I pulled out, slipped on a rubber and lubed up and proceeded to fuck him.

"Yeah, man", he said as I pounded at his ass, "Give it to me good, solider!"

Once more I found myself in a state of boundless pleasure as I rode this big man . But then he bucked and threw me off of him, and turned and took me in his massive arms and got me in a bear hug and surprised me with a good long wet kiss.

We fell back onto the bed, and began jerking off - it took us a matter of seconds before we both shot our loads while we cursed up a blue streak.

Afterwards, he lay there chuckling again, and when I asked, "What's so funny?" he replied, "Nothing, I always laugh after a good fuck.", and then he added, "Been a long time since I had no-strings fuck buddy - especially one so good".

"Yeah", I said sitting up looking for my underwear, "That's what my buddy Stu would have called a real Man Fuck".

He looked at me quizzically.

"A Man Fuck is just about getting it on, to get off, no hearts and flowers, dig?"

"Dug." He said pulling me back to the bed, "Don't be in such a rush, want some lunch?"

3: Late Lunch
We ate a couple of steaks that Don had broiled to perfection. Sitting in the dining room of his home, the stereo played old rock and roll music from the 50's - Blue Moon you saw me standing alone- I commented about the music and he said, "Something about those tunes, sort of melancholic, haunting. I've always loved that era of music."

After lunch we sipped coffee and discussed Rick.

"So you think he'd be up to play?"

"Yeah," I said, "he's one tough little fucker - full of surprises."

"Isn't it funny," Don said pouring some more coffee, "how we sometimes talk about them like they are our sons?"

I sipped my coffee and nodded my head and said, "Well, in a way, aren't most gay men trying to come to grips with their fathers? Straight guys always seem to marry women just like their mother's - and straight women look for father figures. It only stands to reason."

"How much older are you than Rick?" He asked.

"About nine years."

"Yeah, well I've got almost thirty on Ell."

I laughed and said, "OK, well, I guess you do have that daddy thing going on with him!"

And then we finished our coffee and talked of inconsequential things whiling away the rest of that late October Saturday afternoon.

4: Who Killed Laura Palmer?
Rick got home from Ohio that following Sunday morning; that night while we were watching Twin Peaks I asked Rick how he felt about a little get together with Don and Elliot.

"You mean that cute football player stud and the older hunk? From the club?"

"The same", I nodded.

"Hell yeah!" He exclaimed shifting on the sofa.

Then I told him about the lunch date I had with Don. I was always open with Rick about any extra circular that occurred. He nodded his head and asked, "Did he top you?"

"Well actually, he fucked me first and then I fucked him."

"Cool", he said rubbing at his crotch, "I would have loved to seen that".

I nudged him and called him a pervert and then he lay, resting his head in my lap and said, "OK, I don't want to get horny now, I want to see if they show who killed Laura Palmer tonight."

As he lay there, I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his thick head of red hair. Meanwhile on TV, a midget danced and spoke backwards; subtitles showed what he was actually saying while a strange jazz-like soundtrack accentuated the scene.

5: Play Date
Rick was not shy. So when we got to Don's he immediately got into the scene, stripping down to his trademark white briefs. Don and I kept our clothes on and sat on two chairs in the den, while at each side of the chairs was a huge floor pillow for our "boys" to sit on. Elliot was perched in a sort of half kneeling position at Don's side. He wore nothing but a pair of black, tight, running shorts. His gorgeous face full of anticipation, the head of his cock peeking out from the side of his shorts.

As I sat, I noted that the mostly empty room had a few mats on the floor, some rope hanging from the celling and a collection of sex toys on a plain steel table. There was also a box of condoms and several bottles of lube on that table.

The room's only window had it's curtains drawn against the fading October sun. The only illumination in the room came from a portrait light that illuminated a framed poster of Mark Spitz. I had not seen that picture since I was in high school, and oh the sex fantasies that had ignited in my young mind back in those days ...

Just then Don said in a commanding tone, "Alright you two, tonight you're going to be put through the paces and do whatever your daddies ask. Understood?"

Rick and Elliot both nodded their heads, and I noticed that the both of them could not keep their hands from their crotches.

"First up, you, Red, over here", he said to Rick while pointing to the tent in his jeans. And then to Elliot, "Get over there make him feel good, boy", and with that Elliot was on his knees in front of me groping at my pants, trying to get the zipper down. I turned for a second and saw that Rick was already hard at work on Don. The older guy watched as my guy sucked his cock and when he caught me looking at him he gave me a wink and said, "Your boy is one great cock sucker". And for some reason, that made me proud of Rick, and just then, Elliot surprised me by taking my entire dick into his mouth and started attacking it like there was no tomorrow. I began to shiver while the young jock serviced me with the kind of enthusiasm I have not felt since I was his age. "Well your's is no slouch either" I said pushing the hunk's head down further.

A couple of times, Elliot's enthusiasm was marked by his teeth biting into my cock, I said, "Watch the teeth, bruiser". And with that, Don reached over and pulled Elliot's head back from my crotch by the hair and he gave him a sharp slap across the face that left a ghost image of the former coach's hand in red on his cheek.

"One more time, and you get punished for real, in front of them", Don said menacingly to the jock and then he sat back down, guided Rick back to his cock and continued enjoying the sucking. And then Elliot went back to work, and the rest of the venture was smooth with no more dental mishaps.

I let my hands run through Elliot's thick black hair, and I said, "Get off my dick and suck my tits, boy".

He pulled back and for a split second we locked eyes, his face beautiful all ruddy, saliva running down his chin, his nostrils flaring; and he said directly to me, "Yes sir", and then he went for my nipples, and I threw my head back in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Don and Rick were off the chair now. I caught site of them both as Don hoisted Rick up, his massive arms bulging with muscles while he carried him around the waist and then set him gently to the floor. With Rick on his back, Don brought a foot down on his bare chest and slowly began grinding his size 13 work boot into his gut. I watched as my lover winced in pain but noted that his dick was rock hard.

I yanked Elliot off of my tits and using a handful of his thick hair, guided him to my mouth and we kissed sloppily, the jock's tongue slamming mine. As we kissed, we clumsily got to our feet and embraced, our hands going all over each other, pulling each to the other, our cocks rubbing, my hands grabbed his meaty butt. It was solid, like granite. I wanted to fuck this kid so bad it hurt.

And then, out of nowhere, I started to cum. I held Elliot so tight that he gasped in surprise as I shot my load all over him. This was a first. I did not realize how much this hot jock had lit my fire and I was going all spastic horny teen all over him.

When Don saw what had happened he yanked Elliot back and then slapped me on the back as he checked out the damage, "Damn, that's quite a load!"

"There's more where that came from", I said trying not sound embarrassed.

Then Don turned to Rick and snapped a finger and said, "Red, get over here and clean him up", and I watched as Rick dutifully licked my juice off of Elliot's chest and legs. Don stood at my side and let his arm drape across me, he whispered in my ear, "Want to string these two up?"

About fifteen minutes later, Rick and Elliot's arms were suspended above their heads by ropes as Don and I admired them. I noted that Elliot's furry chest was still wet with sweat as well as Rick's saliva.

Don motioned for me to come check out the rear view, and side by side our boy's asses were a sight to behold - both beautiful with Rick's high and bubble like and Elliot's muscular and firm.

"Damn," Don said his deep voice booming, "The downfall of man. Asses like this drive a fella' to all kinds of sinful thoughts." And with that he handed me a wooden paddle and we took turns beating their butts.

Rick was screaming out loud by the time Don had finished him off, and Elliot was sobbing when I was through. Don and I stood stoic and still, our cocks dripping precum all over the floor as we watched the two of them shaking in pain.

"Look at those fuckers, a couple of bad-boys who got what was coming to them!" he said, his face almost demonic in it's demeanor.

Their cock's remained erect the entire time.

"Let's let these bad-boys think about what's coming next for a few", Don said.

"Wait", I said, "one more thing," and went back to the where they hung and proceeded to lay two right hooks into Elliot's gut and a roundhouse punch that caught Rick right in the side of his stomach.

"Oh, yeah!" Don howled, "Give 'em a little Sonny Liston lovin'!"

And with that, we strolled out of the den and back into the living room where we each had a glass of that great scotch. When we finished he strolled over to the stereo and flicked it on, just loud enough to hear, just low enough not to be intrusive - more of the doo wop. And then Don took me in his arms and gave me a kiss that was both surprising and exciting. When he was done he said softly, "What say we untie those two and get down to business - I have got to fuck that boy of your's something bad"

I followed back into the den as the Platters sang, "Twilight Time".

6: Heavenly Shades of Night
Like a couple of defeated warriors, Rick and Elliot lay on the floor, they both looked like they'd just run a couple of miles. Their asses were tattooed with red welts and their cocks were hard and both dripped streams of precum that sparkled like diamonds in the weak light of the room.

Don did not say a word at first, he just reached down for Rick, and lifted him up and began to caress him. When he did so, he uttered, "You're a good boy, you took your medicine like a man", and then he embraced him and kissed him tenderly.

Elliot, was on his knees in front of me, like a faithful churchgoer waiting for communion. I positioned my cock to his full lips and gently traced the outline of them leaving a small gloss from my own precum. He licked at his lips and then opened his mouth and swallowed me. I threw my head back and gasped as the young jock proceeded to pleasure me with his red hot mouth.

Now we grouped together, the four of us, each grasping at the other and I closed my eyes while in a state of bliss; the touch of hot flesh, groping hands, the smell of sweat.

For a mind numbing moment I found myself like this: my arms restrained behind my back by Elliot, the hunky 19 year old jock's huge cock was rubbing up against the crack of my ass, his breath coming heavy as he bit at my ear ... in front of me, Don, his wolf-like face intense as he reached forward and started tweaking at my nipples, twisting them and pulling on them while his thick cock dripped honey all over my own ... next to me, Rick was fondling my ass cheeks, his hands sliding all over my bum. I watched as he leaned forward to kiss Don, and then back to plant one on Elliot... I closed my eyes and gave in to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that assaulted me from all sides, and when he released me, the next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in the muscular arms of Elliot, and we kissed an energetic, sloppy kiss while the hands of Don and Rick played over our bodies ... We both moaned in unison until we were pried apart.

Now I was in Rick's familiar embrace, his body cool from the sweat, his hair plastered to his head, his kisses and bites desperate and animal like. I kissed him while Elliot stood behind him fingering his ass. Then Don nudged the jock out of the way and came behind Rick and put a rock hard forearm around his neck pulling his head back away from my mouth and I went for my lover's nipples, pinching them while watching him jerk and spasm in ecstasy. Elliot reached over and took Rick's balls into his beefy hand and gave them a tug and Rick let out a moan that seemed to go on forever...from the other room, Ronnie Spector crooned, "Baby I Love You".

Now Rick was on all fours with Don behind him ready to get fucked. At Don's direction I got in front of my lover and rubbed my throbbing cock on his beautiful face.

He did not say a word as he slowly began shoving his cock into Rick's ass. I watched Rick's mouth open in agony and shoved my cock in, not taking my eyes off of Don who looked even more wolf-like now. His face a mask of coital determination... I watched as he yanked Rick back by the shoulders and gave him a pounding that made the floor shake beneath us ... I watched as his big hands raised and then smacked roughly at Rick's already red ass-cheeks ... I watched as he grabbed him by the hair, pulling him off my dick and saying, "No wonder your daddy keeps you on such a short leash", he paused to catch his breath, "that ass of yours is tighter than a pussy!"... and with that Don brought his arms around Rick and yanked him up and then he threw his head back and let out a deep growl as he came.

When he was done, he threw Rick back down on the floor and pulled out of him. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he motioned Elliot over who assumed the position in front of me, raising his beefy ass up for the taking.

Don came over to me and said firmly, "Make him scream, he likes it rough."

Fucking Elliot was like riding a wild horse. The kid loved being had, in fact as soon as I was deep inside of him he cried out, "Yeah Daddy Ride Me!!"

I gave him a good pummeling, I yanked at his mop of unruly black hair, I smacked at his muscular ass, I leaned over and bit him savagely on the back and called him a bitch ... and he kept saying, "More."

As we continued I lifted him up so that I was standing and he was bent over using a table for support. I started in harder than before and Elliot began crying out in pain - I found the jock's threshold- knowing that he was in pain only made the fuck more enjoyable on my part and soon I was lost in pleasure, slamming him so hard that his head was now banging into the table ... in the back ground, I was vaguley aware of Don saying, "Make him remember you!"... I was also vaguely aware of the music, It might have been The Flamingos.

Just before I was about to cum, Don was at my left side and Rick to my right. Both men were sporting massive hard-ons and were jerking their staffs. And then I turned and locked eyes with my lover and he kissed me long and hard and as he did so, the world around me went gray and I shot my load, gasping for breath as the pleasure engulfed my very being ... and then Rick shot a load onto Elliot's ass, and a few seconds later, Don let out another deep bass moan and shot all over the kid's back ... Elliot wasted no time joining in, and as soon as I pulled out of him, he stood up, proudly displaying his fat dick which he jerked until he shot spunk that went straight on up into the air...and I watched his gorgeous face as he smiled and flushed red... in the other room, "I Only Have Eyes for You" played; and it sounded like ghosts harmonizing.

7:Strolling In Wonderland
It felt familiar, the four of us, breathless, sated, and sweaty, lying on the floor. Not a word uttered, the music of The Diamonds coming from the other room. How many times in the past had I found myself in a similar situation ... group sex had to be one of my favorite fetishes ... though was it really a fetish, I wondered to myself as I closed my eyes, my head resting on Don's thigh and one arm draped around Rick and a hand lying on Elliot's chest.

The four of us must have lay there for at least fifteen minutes until finally Elliot announced, "I gotta take a piss", and with that he got up and exited.

A few minutes later, the jock came back into the room and rejoined the four of us and in a matter of minutes we were all over each other again...and as the inevitable second round began the ghost voices in the other room began singing - Blue moon, you saw me standing alone -- and Don was sucking on my dick while Rick and Elliot hands began caressing my body... and I went with it, strolling in wonderland.