Chapter 4
Wade could see beyond the entrance hall into the living room where all the people were sitting around in chairs or standing in small groups talking. It looked like a very ordinary and sophisticated party; Wade wondered if perhaps Rick had been playing a joke of some kind on him.
But as he got closer, Wade noticed that all of the men -- or almost all of the men in the worn -- were extremely masculine and handsome. Through the crowd, his eyes fell on one peculiar sight: amongst all the masculinity, there was a man wearing only a pair of black lace panties and a pair of high-heeled shoes. His chest was covered with a T-shirt and he was languidly serving cocktails on a tray.
Clint, the man who had met them at the door, came up behind them and ushered them on into the living room.
After a few initial introductions, Rick and Wade sat on a sofa and started up conversations with two other men. The man in the strange costume brought them drinks, and kept them coming. Wade couldn't tell how much time had passed, but when he looked around the room again, it had taken on a subtly different atmosphere, a different appearance. After a second and harder look, he began to see a difference in the men's dress. Some men had already taken off their shirts while others had just taken off ties or coats. There was a tense undercurrent in the room, and the conversations had grown quieter.
After a few more drinks, he really began to notice the change. There was a man leaning against the fireplace, wearing only a pair of tight Levi's. He had taken off his belt and placed it over his shoulders so that either end of the brown-leather strap fell down over his broad chest. He was beautifully developed, the muscles hard, the crevice separating his torso deep and wide; it was difficult for Wade to keep his eyes off the man. He was standing up by this time and he noticed that a man was sitting behind him, openly scrutinizing his ass.
Something was coming, Wade knew, it was in the air. He could feel the tension mounting to a point where it would have to explode, would have to be let out.
He looked around. Rick was gone from the sofa. He was nowhere in sight and Wade had no idea where he could have gone. Abruptly, Wade found himself feeling very vulnerable, before all these men; so now he felt naked and exposed, although he was still completely dressed.
A tall, husky young man walked up to the stud who was leaning on the fireplace. He took the bare-chested man's arm and began leading him from the room; Wade could not help but note the tight grip of the stranger. To the others in the room, it was as if something very obvious and revealing had just occurred. Wade was baffled -- but oddly excited.
He took another drink from the tray as the waiter-waitress brought it around. He felt himself getting a little high. And then he smelt grass in the room. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the owner of the house, the big burly man named Clint, was lighting several joints and passing them out to extended hands. Within a matter of minutes, the entire house reeked of the sweet, thick substance. Wade's head, after only a few tokes, was reeling crazily, and it was obvious that his was not the only head present that was reeling.
Everything seemed to be changing. The lights seemed dimmer. The music grew louder, stronger: acid rock burst from the speakers, and it seemed to be coming from every corner in the room.
There was an endless supply of grass, an endless supply of booze. The music kept coming -- from where it was coming Wade no longer knew.
Then he noticed that there were fewer people in the room. He thought for a moment that he was only imagining it; his vision was impaired, to say the least.
Through the sounds of the rock music, he could hear a loud slapping sound. His skin tingled all over, tingled with an eerie combination of excitement and revulsion. He was hearing the sound of leather striking bare skin. It was rhythmic, almost in perfect time with the beat of the record that was playing. With each progression of the drum music, the striking, ringing, slapping sound grew louder... stronger... undoubtedly, grew more painful.
There was suddenly, he noticed, no sound of voices talking anywhere in the house. The only sounds whatever were those coming from the loud stereo and the slashing sound of leather. Everyone seemed to be hypnotized by one or the other, or by both. It was as if one sound were interdependent upon the other. As the music grew to a more frantic and piercing level, so did the beating in the next room, or upstairs, or wherever it was coming from.
And then a new sound came through. At first, it was like a soft whimpering. But as the sensual beat of the music continued to grow more piercing, so did the cry of the recipient of the leather belt. The cry went higher and higher until it had set off the needs of the people in the room, and the party had really begun.
He noticed that across the room there were two good-looking men standing against the wall. At first it was difficult to make out what they were doing, because the lighting in the room had grown so dim. But as Wade's eyes focused through the dark, he recognized that one of them was being fucked by the other, and he felt quietly desperate shivers go through his body.
He looked around for Rick, wondering if he dare move from the spot in which he had been standing for so long, seemingly for hours.
But he had enough liquor and enough dope in him to make him game for anything. Gazing all around, he walked bravely from the room and into the foyer again. Stopping for a moment, he looked around to see where the action was, where Rick might be, and he found that there was action going on all over.
He went upstairs, checked out the rooms. And in one of those rooms he found Rick. At first he couldn't believe his eyes. It was incredulous, especially through the dope and the booze. Rick was the man who was beating the boy whose screams he had heard!
Standing in the doorway, Wade watched on in disbelief. There were three other men in the room with Rick, one of them Clint. All were naked and watching Rick, who moved over to the bed where the pretty boy was fled spread eagled to the bed. With his thick, brown-leather belt, Rick began to lash the boy's naked, upturned buttocks again.
Clint looked around at Wade. "Look who just came in, Rick," he grinned. "Your bitch."
Clint and Rick exchanged knowing, meaningful glances, as if engaged in some kind of conspiracy. Wade kept staring at Clint. The man's burly, muscular hair-covered body excited him and his cock was straining hard against the front of his trousers.
Holding his cock in his hand, still grinning, Clint moved over to the bed. He moved in between the boy and the headboard until his cock was directly over the kid's mouth. And then Rick brought the leather belt cracking down across the boy's ass again. "Go ahead," Rick ordered the boy. "Eat it! Take that man's cock in your mouth, baby! Now!" He accentuated each gasp of breath with a fresh blow from the belt.
The boy's head began to bob quickly up and down on Clint's dick. Clint had a firm hold on the boy's long blond hair; he pulled the head roughly up and down on his long, curving, saber like cock.
Wade could tell by looking at the boy that he was in agony. Thick red welts stood out all over the backs of his thighs and buttocks, and yet there was a resigned, rather contented sound coming from the boy's throat as he sucked hungrily on Clint's prick.
Wade glanced at the other man in the room. Wade had met the fellow earlier downstairs -- his name was Dennis. He was simply standing over in one corner watching the action on the bed. He looked much nicer, Wade realized, beginning to level his eyes upon the onlooker, with his clothes off. He was a tall young man with slender, supple limbs, well-formed and natural-looking. His hair, which hung around his shoulders, was the color of the sun and his body was a deep-tan color all over. Although his cock was neither as long nor as thick as Rick's, it was still much better than average; it stood straight up from his crotch and pressed against his rigid stomach, the loose balls hanging low on his thighs. Dennis' crotch was covered with a thick growth of curly blond hair which spread up to his stomach and down his thighs, covering his balls and spreading into the crack of his ass.
Dennis caught Wade's eyes on him; he nodded and then moved closer to the bed to watch the action. As he stroked his jutting cock softly with one hand, he said to Rick, "Put your belt away and fuck him, Rick. That's what he wants. I wanna see one cock in his mouth and another one in his asshole. Fuck him, Rick."
Up at the headboard, Clint straddled the boy's face so that he was, facing Rick. "Go ahead, buddy," he said. "Fuck him. I want to watch you fuck the shit out of this little faggot while I pound the meat down his throat."
Wade had taken off his clothes and moved very close to the bed, close enough to observe every movement. His cock was hard and throbbing with the visual stimulation; he thought several times he was going to shoot his load just from watching the two big studs work over the handsome young boy.
Rick was on his knees on the bed, holding the boy's legs up against his massive chest, the feet locked around his neck. Wade climbed upon the bed behind his lover and moved his head in the open triangle created by Rick's wide-apart thighs until his face was right where Rick's balls hung down and where his mammoth cock was seeking its position at the boy's asshole. Wade could see everything, and at very close range. A sudden rustling movement told him that Dennis, too, had moved closer, and then he could hear the blond stud beating his meat very close to the edge of the bed where the four other male bodies were sprawled in their varying positions.
Rick took the time to explore the area before plunging his cock into the gaping hole which all but begged to be fucked. While Wade toyed with his big hairy balls from underneath his thighs, Rick probed the bound boy's ass with his fingers. Wade could see each finger sliding inside the hole, pushing at the tender folds of warm flesh. The boy's canal seemed to be tight, but it offered no resistance to Rick's big jabbing fingers.
When Rick pulled his fingers out, they were wet from the boy's ass juices. Wade watched on, seeing it upside down, as Rick held the lips of the puckered hole open and placed the wide, mushroom head of his, cock just inside the crack, teasing the anxious boy with his hot cock. The boy squirmed with near-delirious joy and continued sucking Clint's prick as he prepared for the ass-fucking.
Dennis was pounding his cock furiously now, breathing hard. "Fuck him, Rick," he barked. "Ram that big dick of yours right up that asshole. Fuck him with it like you fucked me with it that time... fuck the Goddamn shit out of that asshole. He'll love it."
Wade opened his mouth and swallowed one of Rick's large balls down his throat. The coarse pubic hair scraped against the walls of his mouth; he sucked avidly and watched with wide eyes as Rick's cock, up inside the crack of the ass, began to throb and pulsate with anxiety.
Rick could stand it no longer. He thrust forward with his hips and began to give the boy his cock, inch by delectable inch. The boy moaned and twisted his ass around as the huge tool worked its way up the narrow channel, ripping and tearing and burrowing a path of its own.
When his cock was halfway inside, Rick suddenly stopped. Cruelly, ruthlessly, tantalizingly, he abruptly jerked his dick out to the very tip, leaving the boy gasping for breath.
The bound kid took Clint's meat from his mouth just long enough to implore, "Put it back in. Please, Rick, put it back in. I want to feel that cock back inside me. Please put that big fat peter back up my asshole, Rick!"
Rick teased him awhile by rubbing his cock up and down the crack, gliding it along the sensitive crevice. And when he would allow just the head to slide back in, the boy would moan and beg to be fucked.
Rick relented. He pulled his hips back, aimed his cock at the gaping asshole with his fist, and plunged forward with a just-crazed fury, driving his huge pole straight up inside the hot asshole, causing the boy to lurch forward and scrape Clint's cock against his teeth. He screamed out from the sudden, ripping pain.
"That's it," Clint laughed, grabbing the boy's head and forcing his cock back into the anguished mouth. "That's the way, Rick, ram it in. Fuck the shit out of this bitch... ram that thing in his ass!"
Wade's cock tingled unbearably as he watched Rick plunging his big dick into the upturned ass. His tongue flicked out and licked Rick's balls all over, catching, very briefly, the very base of his dick when it would jerk outward to prepare for another thrust. Rick was slamming into the asshole now, his balls slapping against the boy's crotch as he held the kid firmly by the waist, pulling him back onto the hot, angry, obstinate prick, not letting him escape even one mighty thrust. The boy seemed to grow accustomed to the stretched, gorged feeling; he began to wiggle and rotate his buttocks against Rick's rippling stomach muscles.
Wade lay down flat on his back so that his head was positioned just beneath the asshole to watch Rick thrust in and out. He reached up and grasped Rick's cock when he pulled it out and held tightly to it when Rick pumped it back in again, letting it slide through his fingers as it drove into the hot, moist, gyrating ass channel. Once he slipped his fingers inside the boy's ass, forcing the lips to stretch open even wider; inside the hole, he could feel Rick's cock as it pushed upward and the walls of the boy's ass clinging around the rigid shaft.
Sweat had soaked Rick's body. It ran down his chest, his stomach, through the curly dark hairs of his crotch. It dripped from his balls onto Wade's face. Wade delighted in it. He returned his attention to the big nuts hanging over him. Reaching up with one hand, he began to fondle Rick's balls as they flopped above his face, squeezing them lightly and pulling down on the wrinkled bag. The added pressure and sensation caused Rick's already rigid cock to swell up to even greater proportions, the head growing harder and wider as the fresh blood pumped into it.
Rick had gone wild. He was ramming his big cock in and out of the warm, wet hole as fast as he possibly could. The boy's ass worked with him, meeting his thrusts and sucking the long hard meat up into the slippery channel as surely as he sucked Clint's prick down his choking throat.
"Fuck that asshole," Dennis was shouting. "Shoot, Rick. You, too, Clint. Shoot him full of your hot come... I wanna see it running out his asshole and dribbling down his fucking chin! Shoot it, men. Shoot that come!"
The boy moaned and gasped for breath as he continued sucking on Clint's long prick. His body was quivering as one huge cock pushed his jaws apart and another slaughtered his sensitive asshole, gorging him to the absolute limit.
Rick kept crashing into him, slamming his hips forward until his cock hair brushed the lips of the asshole. He held the boy in place, hard and steady, as his orgasm began to flood his entire body. His hard thighs quivered a little against Wade's face as his torso shuddered. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "I'm coming... I'm... gonna come... oh, fuck, here comes my load you little cocksuckin' asshole... get ready for it, baby!"
Thick bolts of hot jism flooded the kid's asshole as Rick poured himself into him, his thick, throbbing cock convulsing inside the hot asshole, the long jets of white cream shooting out of his cock and gushing out the wide-open hole to drip along the boy's thighs.
A moment later and Clint was ready too. He jerked his cock from the boy's mouth and stroked it furiously with his fist for a second, and his hot juices came spurting out in sharp jetting streams, spraying the boy all over the face and chest.
Rick was the first one off the bed. He glanced with a caustic grin at Wade, still lying on his back and fondling his own cock now. Then Rick looked at Dennis, who had stopped beating his meat and was watching Wade.
"That's my bitch," Rick said, nodding at Wade, who blushed and could not help thinking how callous and cruel Rick was to him in public. "You wanna fuck him?"
"Sure," Dennis said.
"Go ahead," Rick chuckled. "But I warn you... it'll be like falling in a well, fucking that bitch there. I've already got him just about all fucked out between my cock and my fist." He then looked at Clint, who was cleaning his cock off on the other side of the bed. "You're welcome to him too, buddy," he paid, and then he shrugged and walked nonchalantly from the room.
The broad, sunny, handsome face was suddenly looming over him. Thick lips curled up in a mocking smile. "All right, kid," Dennis said. "Get your ass over here. I got something I want to put in it."
It didn't matter any more. He knew now for sure what Rick thought oil him, knew that Rick had brought him here to abuse and humiliate him, to punish him for his love. It just didn't matter any more. They could have him, all of them, they could do with him as they pleased. Whatever happened, he deserved it -- deserved it for having been such a fool about Rick, for having come here in the first place.
Wade squirmed his body, still on his back, over to the edge of the bed. He opened his legs wide, resting his ass on the very edge for Dennis' convenience. Dennis stood between his legs; with his strong tan arms, he lifted Wade's legs and held them upward over his chest. Wade's ass was pulled high into the air, stretched open, waiting to be fucked by a strange new cock.
"Is it true that you've had a fist up this ass, you little sissy?" Dennis leered down at him.
"Yes," Wade nodded, "it's true. Rick's fist. Rick has stuck his whole Goddamned arm up me."
"What of it?"
"Then I'd better fuck you good and hard, hadn't I?" Dennis chuckled, his long hair falling into his face as he leaned downward. "If I don't, you might not even know you've got a cock up you... that right?"
"Just fuck me," Wade said. "Fuck me and get it over with. That's all you want from me, all any of you want... just do it, Goddammit... fuck me!"
Dennis wasted no time. He opened the lips of Wade's asshole, preparing the way for his selfish invasion. He held the lips open and rested the tip of his cock just at the entrance. And then, with a tremendous thrust from his pelvis, he sent his big, golden-shrouded prick thundering up Wade's passageway, tearing at the already widely-stretched flesh. The big rod furrowed its way up the channel, pushing at the soft folds of flesh, until Wade felt it all the way inside him, felt Dennis' pubic bones crushing against his ass, felt their crotch hair intertwining.
Dennis was standing over him, holding the widespread ass up to his belly, feet planted firmly on the floor. Wade realized rather suddenly the power and strength the position gave Dennis over him, and he shuddered and gasped as he felt himself filled to the brim with the young man's column of hard cock. He backed up against Dennis, nestling his ass against his lower stomach, his ass muscles working on the hard slab of meat. And then Dennis began his slow rhythm of long, deliberate, well-calculated thrusts, followed by a series of rapid, shorter thrusts.
"How's that, queer?" he asked. "Can you feel yourself getting screwed?"