Chapter 7
The wack of the paddle resounded loudly in the small room. It was just one more of several whacks which Fletcher had so far delivered to Tyler's ass during the course of the evening.
Tyler's ass cheeks had flushed a deep rose. The redness overran the butt mounds and pinkened the backs of his thighs.
Fletcher hit Tyler's ass again. The force of the new blow sent Tyler's body back to rocking on the manacles and chains that held him hung upside drown from the ceiling.
Fletcher was sexually aroused. And not just from the beating he was in the process of delivering to Tyler's ass, although that certainly had something to do with it. The truth was, however, Fletcher had been walking around for one long time with one embarrassingly obvious hard-on. It seemed as if the hardness had set in that day Fletcher had seen his son jacking off in the shower. It had stayed on ever since, with only short periods of softness. But, the periods of flaccidness were never very long-lasting, no matter how hard, fast, and often Fletcher flogged his thick cock inches or took a hearty piss. Fletcher had even begun a regular workout at the Y. However, he was never again going to believe anyone who told him exercise and cold showers made the sexual appetite wane. Fletcher had exercised to the point of exhaustion on more than one recent occasion, yet still managed to sprout a hard cock. Once his prick had remained so hard during exercise, Fletcher had had to come home and shower afterwards, afraid of the comments his stiff prick would have brought from fellow bathers in the YMCA shower room.
Finally, Fletcher had decided the only chance he had was another session with Tyler. Sessions with Tyler always had a way of seemingly sucking Fletcher completely dry. And, by Jesus, Fletcher did need to be sucked dry. Every time he saw Cody, Fletcher was sure his son could well recognize the obscene evidence of Fletcher's passion affixed to his groin.
Twice Fletcher had gone out patrolling the streets for Tyler. Twice he had found no signs whatsoever of the young man. During those two nights, Fletcher's prick had been a painful burden for the man to carry. Fletcher had only wished to God he had asked Tyler for a phone number.
Tonight Fletcher had lucked out. He had no sooner begun his cruising of the meat-rack district than he had spied Tyler leaning provocatively against the wall of a building. Fletcher had pulled up his car and stopped.
"Hey, stud?" Tyler had said, squatting down and peering into the car through the open window on the passenger side. He had recognized Fletcher right off. "I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon."
"You busy tonight?" Fletcher had asked, his cock so hard in his pants that it was actually painful.
"Since when have I ever been too busy for you?" Tyler had asked, opening the car door and climbing into the car.
"I began to think maybe you'd retired," Fletcher said, pulling out into traffic. "I've been looking for you for the last couple of nights."
"I had a little accident that kept me in seclusion."
"Anything serious?"
"Naw, but a shiner never makes a kid all that attractive, so, I decided to take a long-deserved rest."
If Tyler had had a black eye, there was little trace Fletcher could find of it now. The kid's face looked just as clear-complected as it always had when Fletcher picked him up.
"Ugh!" Tyler groaned as the wooden paddle once again rapped his butt, although the steady beating had rather anesthetized Tyler's ass to the point where these more recent slaps of wood against flesh were nowhere near as painful as the initial whacks had been.
Fletcher, too excited to prolong preliminaries as long as he might have liked, laid the paddle to one side. He walked around the hanging body so he could get a look at Tyler from the front.
Tyler, hung from his ankles, had his balls dropping down toward his head. His erect cock was large and hard, pointing right toward his chin. Tyler's pulpy cock head rested in the boy's cupping navel, where it had already leaked a mess of jism.
Fletcher passed his right hand up Tyler's belly to the boy's balls. Fletcher took a handful of Tyler's large, bull-like nuts and squeezed.
"Aaaagggung!" Tyler responded, his large cock leaking more ooze.
Fletcher released his handhold on Tyler's nuts and moved his body in closet. Fletcher stood so his cock loomed large in front of Tyler's face. Tyler was so hoisted that his face was not only level to Fletcher's crotch, but Fletcher's face had easy access to Tyler's swollen prick -- should Fletcher so desire it.
Fletcher stepped in closer yet, the hair on his balls actually brushing Tyler's nose. Tyler licked his tongue out and laved Fletcher's moving scrotum.
Fletcher, spurred on by the sensuous glide of Tyler's tongue, put his hands on the body, one to the outside of each of Tyler's thighs. Fletcher's hands slid downward to the back of Tyler's head. Fletcher pulled Tyler's face in tighter to his nuts, his hard cock rubbing Tyler's chest.
"Lick my sweaty balls, you nut-licking slave sonofabitch!" Fletcher commanded.
Again and again, Tyler's tongue darted out and licked. Positioned as snugly into the vee of Fletcher's legs as he was, Tyler could work his snake-like tongue all the way up beneath Fletcher's hanging scrotum and into Fletcher's funky ass crack.
Fletcher, though, wasn't long content with just the feel of Tyler's tongue. He was simply too hot and too horny for those lengthy buildups he usually managed. Maybe after his first orgasm of the evening he would be able to get back on the right track. But, right, now, Fletcher's cock was just aching to let go one hell of a hearty load.
"Open your mouth wide, slave, bastard," Fletcher instructed, shifting his hips back so that he could yank down his prick and place his pulpy cock head to Tyler's awaiting mouth. "Master cock is about to drive home."
Tyler opened his mouth -- wide. Having recognized Fletcher as being more worked up than usual, Tyler prepared himself for what he knew would follow. Since Fletcher was so anxious to get started, it seemed obvious he wouldn't simply ease his cock into place.
Fletcher's hips bucked forward. He pulled Tyler's hanging face forward and slid his cock into Tyler's mouth and throat.
Tyler had anticipated sufficiently so that he didn't gag. His throat simply expanded for Fletcher's entering cock inches and then closed in around them once they were secured. He gummed the base of Fletcher's cock, his nose punched into Fletcher's already compacting balls. Fletcher's scrotum was wet with Tyler's spit.
His cock firmly in place, Fletcher released his hand from the back of Tyler's head and brought his hand to Tyler's cock. Fletcher hooked his thumb around the back of Tyler's prick, his fingers curving over the shaft. Fletcher pulled Tyler's prick to a position that made it jut out perpendicular to the boy's muscled belly.
Fletcher opened his mouth and moved it in on Tyler's cock, sucking Tyler's thick prick all of the way to the knotted cock roots. Fletcher's mouth pressed so flush to the vee formed by Tyler's slightly parted thighs, Fletcher's nose caught those heady aromas emanating from Tyler's asshole.
Fletcher began a simultaneous fuck of Tyler's face and suck of his cock. Quickly finding a working coordination, he swung his hips forward and back. Fletcher's face bounced up and down. Tyler was required to do very little more than keep his throat relaxed and his mouth open. Fletcher, doing all of the fucking, was using Tyler's mouth as conveniently as if that mouth were a cunt or asshole.
"Grrrungh!" Fletcher growled over Tyler's spit-drenched prick, wondering why he was suddenly thinking once again of how Cody had jacked off in the shower, how he had stood there in the open bathroom doorway and watched his own son play a big, youthful cock to orgasm.
And, why did thinking about Cody make Fletcher's hips pump faster and his mouth eat cock as if this might be the last time he could do either? While being quite unable to stop himself from thinking about Cody, Fletcher was becoming a little worried about the recent association he seemed to be making between his sexual pleasure and his son.
Granted, Fletcher had always found his son sexually attractive. However, before now, Fletcher had always been able to keep that realization somehow separated from his own personal needs. Lately, Fletcher had begun fearing he might actually, if suddenly confronted with Cody's naked body, become so sexually aroused as to make an attempt to rape Cody.
Fletcher quickly got into his fuck and suck with Tyler, driven to speedier motions by more thoughts of the possibility he might one day soon be raping his own son, Fletcher's head bounced faster. His hips swung and withdrew, socking his cock into and then pulling it out of Tyler's obliging mouth and face. He brought his lips up to Tyler's pulpy cock head, then dropped back down. Fletcher's taut lips worked the outer folds of Tyler's cock skin back and forth along the young man's hard inner cock core.
The ecstasy to be had from fucking Tyler's face only fanned his sucking incentive. The man worked harder and faster over Tyler's stiff prick. His skillful lips and tongue worked over the boy's burgeoning erection. Fletcher corkscrewed his face downward over Tyler's cock and then burrowed deeply into Tyler's crotch.
"Cody!" Fletcher growled over his mouthful, his word coming out garbled even to his own ears.
Fletcher's body became assaulted by myriad pleasurable sensations that triggered him much as an electric current might trigger a finely tuned fucking machine into action.
Tyler was busy savoring his own pleasure. He grabbed Fletcher's thighs, holding on while being attacked at his face and his cock. Tyler's guts ached pleasantly from his unfamiliar hang. There was a dull thud of blood continuing to rush to his head. He worked constantly to assure his mouth was full of spit. Fletcher was now fucking with such frantic speed that, were Tyler's mouth to suddenly go dry, the friction would have raised havoc with tender, unlubricated flesh.
"Cody!" Fletcher grunted again, his sounding coming out just as undecipherable as before. "Cody... Cody... Cody!"
Fletcher swung his hips forward one final time, his compacted scrotum forming a hairy cushion to be poked by Tyler's nose.
"Codyeeeeee!" Fletcher growled, his cock letting loose and shooting huge, comet-like masses of cum into the lowest depths of Tyler's sucking throat.
Tyler, even as experienced as he was, might well have gagged on the enormity of his force-fed mouthful of male cum. But he became so lost in his pleasure that his automatic swallows took care of the deluge.
"Ooooohhhunnnghooohh!" Tyler mouthed, ending with a low gargle that sent his voice up through the oceans of Fletcher's cum bubbling in his mouth and throat.
Fletcher fell once again to Tyler's groin. His sensuous lips proceeded to suck cum from Tyler's exploding prick. Splash after splash of Tyler's salty spunk blasted Fletcher's mouth and throat.
For a moment, it could seem to each that he was feeding not only on the other, but, also, on himself. For the cum seemed to be one and the same mixture as it traveled on a seemingly circular course that took it from Fletcher's cock to Tyler's mouth, from Tyler's cock to Fletcher's mouth, add infinitum.
And, when it was over and done, Fletcher's cock still didn't go soft. It stayed hard even after Fletcher had taken Tyler down and fucked him dog-style on the floor. It stayed hard even after Fletcher had fucked Tyler missionary style on one of the wooden benches placed haphazardly around the room. Fletcher's cock stayed hard even after...
It stayed hard...
It stayed hard...
"You were something else this evening, you know that, stud?" Tyler asked when they were both thoroughly exhausted and Fletcher's prick had finally drooped to a consistency that would have denied its entrance up Tyler's -- or anyone else's -- asshole. "I do believe you could well take on two guys at the same time, couldn't you?"
For some reason, Fletcher was able to divine that Tyler was doing a little more than just making idle conjecture.
"Too much for you, am I?" Fletcher asked. "Or, did you have something more specific in mind?"
"Next time around, how would you like to try taking on two for the price of one?"
"I'm listening."
"I've got a friend who I've kind of been breaking in to this scene, if you know what I mean. But, he's still a little nervous about it all. I figure you could be just the person who could bring him along a little further without completely scaring the shit out of him and ruining it for him. I've got him pegged as a natural in B and D, but he definitely needs a little more than I can give him as a friend. You know? And, you've got the equipment -- both between your legs and in this little room."
"I don't know, Tyler," Fletcher replied dubiously. Although, he had to admit two studs at one time did have a certain exciting appeal. And Fletcher felt he knew Tyler well enough so that it was hardly likely the kid was out to pull a fast one.
"This kid kind of reminds me of you, as a matter of fact," Tyler said. "Black hair, black eyes. Muscled body. Maybe not quite as hairy, though. You don't have a son out there hiding in the wings, do you, Fletcher?"
Fletcher's prick began to go stiff!