Chapter 5

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Cody asked. "Hey, stud!" Tyler said by way of initial greeting, stepping back to let Cody into the apartment. He then proceeded to comment on Cody's particular form of greeting. "Real shiner, no?"

"Real shiner, yes!" Cody said, moving in closer to take a lack at the black eye.

"My doctor informs me it will all go away in a couple more days."

"So, who laid this on you?" Cody asked. He had his suspicions, but he wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth. Although Cody had heard some pretty nasty stories of hustlers getting set upon on the streets, nothing serious had ever happened to Cody or to anyone he knew personally.

"You wouldn't believe it," Tyler said, plopping down in a chair and deciding he was really touched by Cody's concern, although it was obvious what Cody was thinking. Cody was well off the mark.

"Why don't you try me?" Cody suggested, sitting down in the chair across from his friend.

"I tripped on a Goddamned curb and whacked my handsome face against a mailbox."

"That's m-a-l-e box?"

Tyler laughed. He was actually very glad to see Cody. The two saw each other too seldom as of late. But, then, when two guys were working the streets, it was very seldom they could get together.

Cody was one of the few kids Tyler had met hustling the block who he had really taken a shine to. As a matter of fact, Tyler had been so taken by Cody's exceptional good looks (and exceptionally big cock), he had almost -- almost -- genuinely fallen for the studly bastard. Naturally, Tyler had come to his senses in time. What finally had shaken him back to reality was the money he computed he had lost during those two weeks he had spent time with Cody instead of out hustling his ass on the street corner. Finally, Tyler had simply pulled out of the fuck-every-single-day relationship, introducing Cody to the streets, and -- thank God! -- keeping Cody as a very good friend.

Of course, Tyler knew Cody had never really felt quite about Tyler the way Tyler felt about him. Which probably accounted for their remaining friends. Tyler, with his street awareness, had known damned good and well Cody had simply been looking for somebody, and Tyler had happened to be at the right place at the right time.

Cody had known very little about gay sex when he had met up with Tyler that evening in an all-night diner at which Tyler often stopped off on his way home after a heavy evening. But, Cody had obviously been out to try and find out something about gay sex, that much had been apparent. Tyler, who knew one hell of a lot about homosexuality, found himself only too willing to act as Cody's teacher. And, Cody had turned out to be one hell of a fast learner.

Actually, had Cody decided to really go at hustling whole-hog, he would probably have offered some stringent competition to Tyler. Cody, however, seemed only to show half-assed interest in the selling of his hunky body.

Tyler didn't know just what Cody was looking for (Cody admitted he really didn't know himself), but it was obvious Cody hadn't found it yet.

"M-a-i-l box," Tyler said. "Admittedly, I was a little pie-eyed at the time."

"You wouldn't shit an old friend, would you?"

Cody asked. He wasn't ready yet to surrender his more exotic explanation of Tyler's condition.

"Let me guess," Tyler said. "You thought one of my johns got a little carried away. Yes?"

"Yes," Cody admitted.

Tyler smiled. He had a nice smile, which was only a part of his total appeal. Besides a nice smile, Tyler had those handsome farm-boy, next-door looks that made him appear exceedingly fresh in a profession where participants got tired and used damned fast. In truth, Tyler had never been within two-hundred miles of any farm. Nor, was he quite sure how he had lucked out with such exceptionally attractive blond good looks. Both his mother and father had been dark-complected. Rather, his mother and his mother's legal husband had been dark-complected. Tyler had later come to suspect his real father had been someone with blond hair and a hard cock who had caught Tyler's mother during one of her frequent ruts. Obviously his mother's husband had had similar thoughts, because he had eventually ended up deserting mother and son with a parting: "Fuck you and your blond-haired little bastard!"

Well, Tyler had to admit he had made a hell of a lot more on fucking than his poor mother had managed. Wherever his mother was at this time. Tyler had run off and left her the night she had decided to share her son's body with one of her pickups for the evening. Tyler had figured -- and rightly so -- that if anybody was going to make money off his young cock and ass, it was going to be Tyler.

"You think I haven't gotten this far without being careful?" Tyler asked Cody, still pretty sure Cody wasn't accepting the mailbox story, even though it was the real one.

"Everyone can make a mistake now and then," Cody said, still -- as Tyler suspected -- not ready to surrender to the simple and innocuous.

"What was the first thing I told you about getting into a car?" Tyler asked, hooking his left leg over the arm of the chair. The movement exposed the impressive bulge at Tyler's crotch.

"Come on, stud. Or, have you forgotten?"

"Never get into a car with someone I couldn't physically handle in a pinch," Cody obliged.

"So, you think your teacher is going to violate his own cardinal rule?"

"Maybe you got waylaid by some creep in an alley," Cody suggested.

"Come on, Cody!" Tyler said with a genuine laugh. "You think I wouldn't tell you the truth? Why wouldn't I?"

"So, you got drunk and tripped into a mailbox," Cody said, finally able to accept that as a probable fact. He didn't really know why he was so much more willing to accept the worst instead of the silly actuality. Maybe it was because Cody had -- from the very beginning -- harbored a kind of fear about what he was doing on the streets. And it, perhaps, made him uneasy that the very danger he feared was simultaneously an aphrodisiac to make the eventual sex all that much more exciting.

"And, we've now got all of that out of the way, have we?"

"Guess so."

"And, this is a purely social call, or..."

"Just social. I hadn't seen your fucking face in ages."

"And, it is good to see you, stud," Tyler said. "And, if you don't believe that, then take a look at this and tell me I'm lying." He placed his left hand on his crotch so that his fingers pressed his boner into higher relief beneath his trouser leg.

"You say you've been locked up here for how long with a hard-on, you sex maniac?" Cody asked. His smile got wider. He had always liked Tyler. At first, he had liked him because Cody was sure Fletcher wouldn't have approved. But, Cody had quickly evolved from the original, obviously juvenile rationalization. Now, Cody liked Tyler because Tyler was simply Tyler. And, Tyler had a way of making Cody feel good -- quite aside from the more-than-good feeling Cody got whenever he and Tyler went to bed.

"I've only been laid up for, a couple of days," Tyler said. "You're lucky you didn't show up a couple of days from now. I would have been so horny I would have raped you first and asked what brought you by later."

"Since when have you ever had to rape anybody?"

"Just last week, I tied a guy to his bed and shoved it to him while he squealed like crazy."

"How much did he pay you for that, I wonder?"

"Trying to figure out whether you're under-charging for the same service?"

"I always refer all of the S and M crowed to you, don't you know?"

"You're missing out on a lucrative source of income, my boy. You really should think seriously of looking into it. There's actually a shortage of hustlers who can adequately cater to the S and M crowed. Or, maybe I should say the B and D crowed. Not that there isn't a shortage of the former, too. But not even yours truly caters to really hard-core tastes."

"There is a difference, then, between S and M and B and D?" Cody asked. Tyler was the only person Cody knew who seemed to have a working knowledge of the more exotic aspects of homosexuality.

"I suppose it all boils down to a matter of degree," Tyler said. He hadn't removed his hand from his crotch. In fact, hid fingers had been busy moving up and down in a gentle massaging action that seemed to have swollen the visible ridge of Tyler's cock to even greater proportions. "Although, there are people out there in the big, wide world who will tell you they're all one and the same. But even I would think twice before accepting invitations home for an afternoon of S and M. Are you getting the gist?"

"Somehow, I don't think so."

"Then, let's put it this way. I'm not all that fond of black eyes. I'm willing to accept one as the result of an occasional accident. But, I doubt there's enough money to make me get one on a regular basis."

"S and M equals black eyes?"

"And worse, my young stud. Much worse. At least by my definition. Now, bondage and discipline usually equals nothing but a little fun and games."

"It all sounds a little kinky for my taste," Cody admitted.

"No problems if you're sure of all the game players," Tyler said. "Besides, my clientele isn't usually as careful as I am. Meaning, they most likely oblige by letting me tie them to the bed for fucking. It's only on rare occasions I allow someone to get yours truly slipped into the manacles."

"But, on occasion...?" Cody asked, his pause asking more a question than his, voiced words had.

"On occasion, for a select few, I have been known to..."

Tyler's pause was pregnant with unvoiced data Cody couldn't even begin to insinuate. And, he was curious.

"But, Jesus, why?" Cody wanted to know. "Why?"

"The money?"

"Silly question, buddy. Of course, the money."

"But, something more?"

"Have you ever been tied to a bed, knowing full well you were in someone else's complete control? And then been fucked?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're missing out on one hell of an experience, stud. One hell of a good experience."

"You're serious?" Cody asked, frankly somewhat aghast. The very idea of being made helpless -- so helpless as to be completely at another person's mercy -- could give Cody chills.

"I'm not saying you should get involved with just any Tom, Dick, or Harry, Cody, my boy. I'm saying you should do it with someone you can trust. Implicitly trust."

"Thanks, but no thanks!"

Tyler eyed Cody in a strange kind of way. A way Cody couldn't immediately put any definition to.

"Come here," Tyler said, unhjooking his leg from the chair arm and coming to his feet. He adjusted his fat prick and gave Cody a funny little smile. "Come on, Cody."

Tyler led the way into the bedroom and to a chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer and nodded toward the contents.

"Jesus!" Cody mumbled.

"That's a better selection than your local police chief, I'll lay odds," Tyler said, flashing another smile.

Tyler reached into the drawer and pulled out one of the several pair of handcuffs. He opened one of the cuffs and wrapped his right wrist with it before snapping it shut. He picked up another pair. On the second pair, he opened a cuff and snapped it shut around his left wrist.

"Now, how do you want me?" Tyler asked. "Belly up, or belly down?"

"Tyler, what in the shit are you up to?"

"I trust you, Cody," Tyler said. "What does that tell you?"

Cody wondered if he looked as dumbfounded as he felt.

"I trust you so much," Tyler said, "I'm going to let you handcuff me to that bed of mine and do whatever you want to me. Fuck me, or even give me another black eye. Handcuffed to my bed, I'm not going to be able to stop you from doing whatever you want, am I?"

"You have to be kidding!"

"Of course, I'm rather counting on your opting for the fuck rather than the second black eye. I mean, I'm losing enough money already because of this shiner, without being laid up any more days with another one."

"Tyler, this isn't very funny," Cody said, accompanying with a laugh that was uneasy in its absence of humor.

"Of course it isn't funny," Tyler agreed, his genuine smile belying his statement. "That means you're an exceptionally fast study. Because no one you'll be dealing with is going to think it's a joke, either. So, you always play it straight, right, Cody?"

"What in the hell are you talking about? What is all of this shit? I'm not going to be dealing with anyone screwed up with bondage and discipline hangups!"

"But, you're already dealing with one, aren't you, stud?" Tyler said, jiggling his cuffs.

"For Christ's sake, Tyler!"

"And, just think of the possibilities I will be opening for you if you end up enjoying this," Tyler said. "A stud like you could be in very big demand on the B and D circuit, Cody."

"Tyler, I..."

"Have a hard-on, don't you," Tyler interrupted. "There's no missing you when you've got that cock of yours in erection, stud. Isn't that what I told you the very first night I met you? It was your hard cock that gave your needs away that night, Cody. And, it's your hard cock which is giving you away now, too. You're not going to be silly enough to try and deny your cock is stiff, are you?"

How in the hell could Cody deny it? He did have a hard-on. He had one hell of a hard-on! Just like he had had one that night in the diner when Tyler had come over, sat down, and asked Cody if he wanted to go home.

"I'm not a Goddamned faggot!" Cody had said then. But Tyler had obviously known better, hadn't he? And Tyler knew better now.

Tyler walked over to the bed and lay down on it. He rolled to his belly and extended both of his arms toward the headboard.

"You can see where the cuffs attach, stud," Tyler informed. "Can't you?"

"Tyler, I..." Cody began and stopped. He was beginning to sweat. He could feel the dampness gathering in the hair beneath his armpits. He tried again. "Tyler, I..."

"I trust you, Cody," Tyler said. "Don't tell me you're afraid you can't trust yourself. Come on, Cody," Tyler insisted. "Fasten the handcuffs, to the bed, stud. Pull off my pants. Rape your giant cock up my asshole."

Cody walked closer to the bed.

"That's it, Cody," Tyler encouraged.

Cody fastened one of the cuffs to the headboard. He walked around the bed but hesitated in affixing the second cuff.

"Do it!" Tyler commanded. "Do it now!"

Cody did it and then stepped back. He couldn't believe he had done what he had just done.

"You've got a hard-on, stud," Tyler said. "Why don't you pull it out so the both of us can see it? It's not, after all, going to do either of us much damned good locked up in your pants, is it?"

Cupped within the crotch of Cody's trousers, his hard prick pulsed and leaked a mess of sticky preseminal juice.

Cody walked to the nearest chair and sat down. He took off one boot and then the other. He took off his sweat socks. He stood, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He peeled his T-shirt up over his head. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, dropped his pants.

"Yes, stud," Tyler said, licking his lips at the sight of the thick ridge Cody's prick was making in the front of his underpants. The cotton crotch was sopped with Cody's leaked jism.

"Luscious prick," Tyler observed. His head was turned in Cody's direction. "Pull that luscious prick all the way out. Butter it with all that goo wasted already in your underpants, and ram it up my ass!"

Cody dropped the last piece of his clothing, freeing his prick which was already webbed in a sticky cocoon of ooze.

Cody stood uncertain, as if he really didn't know what to do now. He felt somewhat like a novice -- as if this were his very first fuck and no one had ever bothered to tell him how to go about it. However, if Cody was at a temporary loss, Tyler wasn't. Tyler, now seeing Cody's massive prick lifted in front of Cody's muscled belly, knew just exactly what he wanted -- all eleven inches of Cody's fatly erected prick.

"There's a switchblade in the second dresser drawer, beneath the socks," Tyler said, his own cock hard beneath his belly.

"A switchblade?" Cody asked. Already confused, being informed where there was a knife seemed to make no sense at all.

"Use it to cut off my pants," Tyler instructed, as if he were an old hand at this sort of thing. Actually, he had never had anyone with a knife while he was helpless. However, something about that idea could now thoroughly excite him. "Slice off my trousers and bare my ass for fucking, stud. I'm not wearing any underpants. There's nothing between my naked ass and your hard cock that knife can't cut away in a couple of fast seconds."

"Jesus, Tyler, a fucking knife?"

"A fucking cock," Tyler corrected. "It's your cock that's going to do all of the fucking. Now, go get the knife, Cody. It'll make this screw one of the best you've ever had. Believe me."

Something about a knife in the dresser drawer sent chills up and down Cody's spine. What, after all, if it hadn't been Cody there in the room? What if it were someone else? Some lunatic? Some crazy shit who would have taken advantage of Tyler's vulnerability?

"Come on, Cody," Tyler cajoled. "At this rate, I'm going to cream my jeans before you even touch me."

"But, a Goddamned knife, Tyler?" Cody asked. Had he asked that before?

"I'm wearing an old pair of pants," Tyler said, wondering if a bit of levity wouldn't speed things up a bit. "I've been trying to think of some excuse to get rid of them for ages now. Do me the favor of giving me that excuse, will you?"

Cody got another shudder, but he walked around the bed to the dresser. As he did so, his hard cock weaved back and forth, his cock juices leaking, his cock head slicking his black belly hair with preseminal slime. The hair haloing Cody's belly button was quickly beaded with sticky, clear liquid.

"Second drawer," Tyler instructed, working his belly into the bed so that his stiff prick was being masturbated between his thigh and the mattress. "Beneath the socks."

Cody found it. It had a white pearl handle.

"Now, bring it over here and cut off my pants," Tyler said. Although Cody hadn't yet produced the knife, Tyler could tell from his expression that he had found it.

Cody picked up the knife, activated the release switch and watched as the wicked blade seemingly appeared from nowhere. The polished steel caught the light from the overhead fixture and reflected it blindingly into Cody's black eyes.

"See how easy," Tyler said, his cheek on the bed, his head turned in Cody's direction. "See how easy that was. And, it's going to be even easier to cut off my pants, because that is one hell of a sharp blade, buddy. Take my word for it."

Cody, knife in hand, turned back to Tyler. And, at that moment, Cody was quite convinced there had to be something desperately wrong with Tyler to have maneuvered them both to this point. It was only Cody's good sense of right from wrong which kept him from walking over to the bed and sticking the knife deep into Tyler's back.

Cody began to wonder if his first suspicions about the origin of Tyler's blackened eye hadn't been correct after all. Hell, Tyler had simply had a run-in with one of his freakier clients, right? A mailbox? Hell, the mailbox story had to be a lark!

"Come on, Cody," Tyler said. "I'm hot and horny, and my butt is just aching to be fucked by your monster cock."

Yet, despite all of Cody's misgivings, he had to admit that all of this was decidedly erotic. There was something about Tyler handcuffed to the bed, something about the switchblade in Cody's hand, something about the whole scenario, which just made Cody's cock get stiffer... and stiffer... and stiffer.

Besides, why in the hell was Cody making such a Goddamned fucking big deal out of a little harmless game playing? And, yes, it was harmless. The knife wasn't dangerous as long as the guy using it wasn't a loon. And, Cody sure as hell wasn't off his noodle. Cody was a completely rational young man who wasn't about to hurt anyone. Tyler knew that. It was time Cody woke up to that fact, too.

Cody walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, the knife in his right hand, his left hand resting on Tyler's ass.

"You are really trussed up there, aren't you, sonny?" Cody said, trying to get the correct feel as to bow the game was played. "I doubt you'll be going much of anywhere before I decide to let you go, now, will you?"

"That's the way, Cody," Tyler encouraged. Hell, Cody had needed a little coaxing, but he was finally coming through. Just as Tyler had always known he would. "You're the Goddamned master, Cody. And you've got to learn how to act like one. The bastard slaves who are going to get all hot and bothered by your tying them to the bed don't want their master being anything but one know-it-all stud."

"You want fucked, shit head?" Cody asked. He felt a new gushing of cum bubbling free of his cock mouth.

"I'm your slave, Cody," Tyler said. "Ask your slave if he wants fucked. Ask your slave if he wants to get your big cock rammed deep inside his butt. Then, tell him that it doesn't make one hell of a difference what he wants. What counts is what you plan to give him. And, you plan to give him plenty."

"I'm going to fuck your muscle-bound ass, slave," Cody said. "Yep, I certainly am going to do that."

With his left hand, Cody pinched, up a piece of pants material on the back of Tyler's right thigh. Twisting his body, Cody put the point of the sharp switchblade to the tented material and punctured Tyler's trousers.

"I'm going to cut this pair of pants right off your tight ass," Cody said. "I'm going to lay bare your muscled buns for my muscled prick. And, Jesus, but your ass and my cock are going to make some mighty fine music."

"Anything," Tyler said. "Anything you want. I'm your slave. You're my master."

Leaving the knife point thrust into the hole made in Tyler's pants, Cody turned the blade so that its blunted edge rested against the back of Tyler's thigh. Cody pushed the knife upward along the back of Tyler's leg, the sharp edge of the knife blade slicing the material it plowed against.

Holding the material stretched taut with his left hand, Cody pushed the knife up over Tyler's right buttock to the point where his belt held the boy's pants secure around his waist. At that point, Cody removed the blade and repeated the same procedure upward along the back of Tyler's left leg, to Tyler's left ass bun and beyond. Cody then cut a line parallel to Tyler's waist that joined the two original cuts together at their upper edges.

What had resulted from the cutting was a flap over Tyler's ass. Lifting the upper portion of that flap, and peeling it back, Cody revealed the total expanse of Tyler's bared ass.

Tyler's ass flesh was white in contrast to the tanned flesh also revealed by Cody's cutting.

"So, this is what slave ass looks like," Cody said. "So, this is what a slave's master gets to fuck. Nice, if I do say so. But, then, you can tell from the hardness of my cock just how nice this master thinks this slave's ass is, can't you?"

"Don't rape me," Tyler said, deciding to change his tune to make the game even more interesting. He had no doubt whatsoever that Cody would have the ability to follow right along. Cody was a quick study. Cody had an intuitive feel for things that only needed to be coaxed a little to bring it to the surface.

"You ever had your ass raped, slave?" Cody asked, following Tyler's lead, just as Tyler had known he would. "It feels good -- slave ass getting raped by hard, master cock. It feels damned good."

"You're too big," Tyler said with such genuine feeling he could almost have Cody convinced of his fear. However, Cody told himself that he knew better. Tyler had gotten Cody's big cock shoved up his asshole often enough so both Cody and Tyler knew that -- as large as Cody's prick might admittedly be -- it wasn't too large for what they had in mind.

"What's a little split ass for the pleasure you're bound to get from it?" Cody asked. He shifted his position on the bed slightly, stretching to place the switchblade on the bedside table.

"Please don't," Tyler said, doing an expert job of feigning fear. "Jesus, please, don't rape me."

"You want raped, slave, bastard!" Cody told him. "You know you want it."

"No!" Tyler protested.

"Well, what the slave wants doesn't count for too much in the long run, does it?" Cody said, crawling up on the bed and sitting astride the back of Tyler's thighs.

Cody spit into his right hand and then grabbed his cock to smear its length with saliva. He then forced his prick down from its natural upjutting position, finding it so stiff that it felt almost as if his cock were prepared to break off at its base if he tried to force it any further.

Cody placed the tip of his prick to the small of Tyler's back, leaving pecker tracks on Tyler's belt and on that stretch of Tyler's trousers remaining attached to the boy's belt loops. Cody milked his cock head for more juice, then worked it downward into Tyler's ass crack in search of the awaiting pucker.

"Oh, Jesus, no... no... no," Tyler moaned, giving bounces of his lower body that had Cody feeling as if he were momentarily perched atop a bucking horse. Tyler's jerks, however, as Cody very well noted, weren't as violent as they would have been under real conditions. After all, his legs weren't tied to anything, were they?

Using his left hand, Cody pried open Tyler's ass crack to completely bare the dime-sized wrinkle of Tyler's pucker. Once revealed, it was easy for Cody's cock head to find it.

"Jesus, too big!" Tyler groaned. "Too fucking... big!"

Cody leaned forward, exerting enough pressure to cause Tyler's asshole opening to begin its yawn. The rocket-like head of Cody's cock sunk deeper, making Tyler's asshole oval wider... wider... wider.

"Ungh!" Tyler grunted, feeling Cody's complete cock head insert within his asshole.

"See?" Cody said, placing his hands on the bed, one to either side of Tyler's body. "Nothing is going to rip, slave, bastard!"

"Tooooo... big!" Tyler insisted in contradiction. And, there was no denying Cody's prick was a big one. "You're too fucking big!"

"No," Cody told him, his hips lowering to add more cock shaft into Tyler's asshole.

Tyler's gripping ass sphincter was so tight it forced Cody's loose foreskin back even further along the shaft.

Cody's spit transferred from cock to asshole, right along with those juices leaking profusely from Cody's cock head. The initial penetration would be the hardest to achieve. After that, there would be sufficient lubricant smeared in Tyler's asshole to make for some long and smooth pumps of Cody's cock. Cody knew. He had been this route before.

Or, had he? Certainly he had fucked Tyler's ass before. But, under these particular set of circumstances? No, not quite! Cody had never had Tyler handcuffed to the bed. Cody had never cut off Tyler's pants with a switchblade.

No, this wasn't anywhere near the same! Not the same at all! And, there was something about the pleasure, too, which was different. More intense? More defined? More what? It was hard to decide, except that it was unique. Cody had to admit that much.

Cody leaned his body over Tyler's back. His hips fell closer to Tyler's ass, his cock sinking deeper into the asshole.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck!" Tyler moaned, jiggling very much like a fish out of water, each jiggle securing Cody's cock even more snugly into position up Tyler's clutching butt.

Against his lower belly, Cody felt the muscled mounds of Tyler's ass cheeks. Cody's black pubic hair pressed lattice-like designs in Tyler's ass buns, and mingled with the blond ones lining his a crack.

"It hurts," Tyler said lowly. His voice sounded decidedly breathless, punctuated with what appeared to be genuine groans of agony.

"Bullshit!" Cody told him. Yet, he could appreciate the excellent act Tyler was putting out on his behalf. How well Tyler must have performed for his paying clientele. Cody could imagine Tyler doing just as well in his role of top man. Yes, Cody suspected anyone, whether slave or master, would set more than his money's worth from Tyler.

Cody began raising his hips, his cock slipping outward. The ecstasy from the glide of flesh against flesh was excruciating, and the fuck had hardly just begun. For just an instant, Cody thought he might come right then and there. And, wasn't that a strange possibility? Even in his earliest sexual experiences, Cody had never been bothered with threats of premature ejaculation. So, what was there about this screw which could so fast key Cody to the point of orgasm?

Cody shut his eyes, willing himself to fight down his urgent need to climax. Not that it would really have made any difference if he had blasted. One climax, after all, was seldom enough to make Cody call it an evening. Still, it would have been a little embarrassing, wouldn't it? Cody no longer liked to think of himself as a sexual neophyte. And Tyler certainly no longer looked on Cody as a novice. As a matter of fact, it might have almost been worth a premature ejaculation to witness Tyler's surprised reaction.

"Yesssssss!" Tyler hissed, feeling his ass gripping only Cody's cock head. Tyler was anxious to once again have the total cock buried up his butt. As if to speed up the process, Tyler hunched his ass upward beneath Cody's overhanging, belly. The maneuver managed to let his asshole gobble up six of Cody's eleven cock inches.

The surprise of losing half of his prick up Tyler's asshole almost sent Cody over the brink. It took all of Cody's concentration to keep, his cum contained within his sperm-ballooned balls.

"Anxious, aren't you, slave, bastard?" Cody asked through gritted teeth.

"Fuck me!" Tyler groaned. If having just Cody's cock head had made Tyler desire Cody's total cock length, then having half of Cody's prick really made Tyler's needs swell. "Fuck me, master! Fuck me!"

"No longer so concerned about the possibility of a ripped ass, are you, slave?" Cody observed, feeling the sweat making his ass cheeks stick together.

Without waiting for any reply, Cody jabbed his cock all of the way up Tyler's asshole. He was pleased that his urge to come was momentarily passed. Cody felt more than confident, now, that he was going to be able to continue to complete his role of experienced master, fucking his slave's asshole raw before finally shooting that same asshole full of soothing jizz.

Cody revolved his hips in order to stir his cock into place. Then, still in the process of twisting his prick, Cody drew it outward. He rammed it home.

Again.

Cody's cock coasted in to his fat balls, his hard belly slapping once again into Tyler's butt.

Inside Tyler's ass, Cody's pulpy cock head rammed Tyler's prostate, milking that small gland for a new gushing of goo that flowed free from Tyler's cock mouth, adding to the smear on Tyler's pants crotch.

"Master, fuck slave ass!" Tyler commanded, rolling his hips. "Fuck my slave ass... Jesus, master."

Cody let his chest fail to Tyler's back. Keeping his chest in place, his nipples hard against Tyler's shirt, Cody continued to move his hips. Up and down... up and down... up and down over Tyler's ass. Cody's cock continued to move in and out... in and out... in and out of Tyler's gripping asshole.

"I'll fuck you all right," Cody told him. "Jesus, Goddamned, yes, I'll screw you."

Cody didn't know when he had ever felt quite so excited about a fuck. Possibly not since that very first time with Tyler. Yes, maybe that had been similar. But, despite all, of the sex Cody had been part of between then and now, nothing had matched his initiation into gay sex until this very moment.

"Your cock still hard, slave, bastard?" Cody asked suddenly. "Your prick still stiff in your pants as it was when I first came in?"

Without waiting for Tyler's answer, Cody worked his hands down beneath Tyler's belly to Tyler's crotch.

Tyler's cock was hard all right! There was no doubt about that. Tyler's prick was a stiff ridge, so swollen within his confining pants leg it seemed prepared to stretch the material to ripping.

"Let's get that monster cock of yours out of there, slave," Cody said. "This master wants to give this slave a fist to fuck."

Cody's hips pulled up. Tyler raised his belly off the bed to give Cody's right hand access to the zipper.

Tyler's pants crotch came open, and Cody's right hand fished in to take hold of the base of the stiff prick.

Cody succeeded in pulling Tyler's prick free. It whipped to immediate attention, jutting parallel, out along Tyler's stomach.

Cody didn't stop there. His right hand scooped back into Tyler's pants and cupped the bulbous balls. Cody pulled Tyler's balls out into the open. The nut-filled scrotum bagged slightly, already having contracted with the pleasure.

Cody pulled his hips back further. His hands moved to Tyler's hipbones, tugging to bring Tyler even further toward a kneeling position. With his wrists handcuffed to the bed, his face stayed pressed to the pillow while his ass was thrust up to give Cody even greater access to it.

Cody's right hand fisted Tyler's cock length. Cody's left hand clutched Tyler's nuts. Cody's thick, stiff cock began a steady fucking of Tyler's juice-smeared asshole.

"Aaaaagggghhhungh!" Tyler moaned into the sheet. His mouth drooled spit to form a runny dark spot. His whole body vibrated, almost slapped back to a belly-down position on the bed as Cody gave another massive fuck stroke to pound his muscular belly hard against the muscular ass.

Cody's balls were jerking upward toward the base of his fucking cock, hoisted there by the ecstasy that continued its spiral through his body.

Cody began a pumping cadence of his fist over Tyler's cock to coincide with the pumping rhythm of prick within asshole.

"Fuck slave!" Cody grunted. "Beat a slave's big cock!"

"Yesssss!" Tyler hissed. "Master, fuck me! Master, beat my big... big... prick!"

Cody was beginning to sweat more profusely. His chest, belly, ass and back were glossed with it. A river of perspiration formed in the small of Cody's back and rolled slowly downward into the crease of his ass while he continued to drive his cock in and out of Tyler's asshole. Cody's naked chest and belly stuck to the material of Tyler's shirt.

There was a sensuous aching in the pit of Cody's gut, echoed by a drawing tightness in his chest and throat.

Each time Cody's hips lowered for an in-stroke, his muscular ass collapsed inward along its crack, each ass cheek dimpling erotically.

"Fuck me... fuck me!" Tyler grunted in obscene cadence. His fists opened and shut with his pleasure. Occasionally, his ecstasy caused Tyler to reflexively jerk against his bound wrists, making chafed skin go pink against the securing handcuffs.

Cody was going to fuck Tyler all right. There was no need for Tyler to even bother making the request. Actually, by this point, there was nothing Cody could do but fuck.

Cody screwed, enjoying more and more the push and the pull of his cock up Tyler's exceedingly tight asshole. Cody rolled his hips as he fucked. His cock was continually performing stirring motions as well as piston-like fuck-strokes.

As Cody rode Tyler's ass, the bed sagged beneath them. Bedsprings creaked as Cody's fucking moved to an increasingly frantic momentum.

"I'm going to fuck you, slave!" Cody bellowed, his lower body pounding his huge prick deep up Tyler's asshole. "I'm going to screw you raw, slave. Screw you, jab you, ride your tight slave ass until I... Jesus, I... ugghhhhgh! Oh, Jesus! JESUS, SLAVE!"

Cody's guts cut loose. He ground his belly tightly against Tyler's bruised ass and left it there. His left hand squeezed Tyler's cum-ballooned nuts. His right hand kept right on pumping, keeping cadence to the wave after wave of ecstasy that trembled Cody's athletic body against that of his willing victim in this bondage and discipline charade.

"FUCK ME!" Tyler squealed, his body wracked with the intense pleasure of having his asshole suddenly blasted full of Cody's soupy cum.

Great gobs of hot male cum flooded Tyler's inner butt, basting Tyler's walnut-sized prostate in sticky glue.

Cody's cock pulsed in explosion, each expansion causing Tyler's asshole to widen further to accommodate the extra bulk.

"I'MM GOING TO CUMMMMM!" Tyler growled.

Cody's fingers hadn't ceased their frantic pumping of Tyler's prick. And, that continued stroking, combined as it was with the explosion of Cody's cum up Tyler's asshole, had finally gotten results.

"Master... bastard!" Tyler grunted, thrusting his ass back into Cody's crotch and revolving his butt to an even more snug fit. "Master bastard, I am going to... AAAAGH!"

Tyler's face was buried in the sheets, his groans becoming muffled as a result. His hands balled into fists, Tyler's blunt fingernails dug indents into his palms.

For both young men, the pleasure continued toward the point where it seemed unbearable. Then, finally, it began to recede, leaving the two of them panting audibly as a result of their release.

"Jesus, Jesus," Cody was able to mumble finally. His cum-webbed right hand stroked Tyler's pleasure-sensitive cock, bringing a run of tardy cum from the head. The same stroking brought a groan of pleasure and pain from the lower depths of Tyler's throat.

"Tell me it wasn't good," Tyler managed after a short pause. "Go on, stud, and tell me it wasn't."

"Tell me the next time isn't going to be even better," Cody said, pulling his still-hard cock out to its head and ramming it once more into the sperm-soaked depths of Tyler's cum-strung asshole. "Go on, tell me."

"Stud!" Tyler voiced, unbelieving his good luck in getting a repeat performance so quickly on the tail of their first cataclysmic eruptions.

"Stud, MASTER!" Cody corrected, his cock coming out again and placing itself back firmly with a force that caused a loud whacking as Cody's now-flaccid scrotum whipped his balls upward against Tyler's sweaty ass cheeks.

"Stud... master... master... master... stud!" Tyler obliged, feeling his prick regaining, within the renewed stroking of Cody's cum-covered right hand, whatever hardness it had lost after coming.