Manhandled (24 page)

“So, Brandon, you wanted…,” he said questioningly.

I swallowed hard. I was having second thoughts. I was scared shitless, but I was also horny as hell. Justin would probably
kick the shit out of me, but I wanted him so bad I had to try. I had to put an end to my self-torture.

“You said you were so horny you could stick your dick through a brick wall. I, uh, I could help you with that.”

“Help me stick my dick through a wall?”

“No, uh. I, uh. I know I’m a guy, but I …” I could barely speak. My eyes drifted down to the bulge in Justin’s shorts. I involuntarily
licked my lips. Before I completely lost courage, I just blurted it out. “I want to give you a blow job!”

Justin looked a little shocked. I think it was more from my asking him than it was from the knowledge that I wanted him. I
think he had a pretty good idea I had the hots for him, but having that confirmed was probably a bit unnerving.

“I’m not into guys,” he said.

My hopes went crashing down. I was about to be dumped on. Quite likely, I was also about to get my ass kicked. Justin could
read the disappointment in my face.

“Just how bad do you want to do it?” he asked.

I looked at him. He had a mischievous, wicked look in his eyes that both aroused and frightened me.

“Well?” he said. “How bad? Answer me.” The tone of his voice was dominating. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“More than anything.” It was the truth, and probably also the wrong thing to say. I was just digging myself in deeper, giving
him more of a reason to beat me senseless. Justin smiled. It was a sinister smile that made the hairs on the back of my neck
stand on end.

“If I let you—and mind you, it’s a big if—but, if I let you, are you willing to do whatever I want? Sucking my dick comes
with a price. You willing to pay?”

I was sure it was some sick joke, some kind of trick, but I couldn’t pass up the chance, no matter how slim.

“Yes,” I answered. “I’ll do anything.” I meant it, too. I was that desperate for Justin’s dick. I was that desperate for Justin.

“No one’s at my house right now. Come on.”

I got dressed and followed him. My cock was so hard I could barely walk, and I was so nervous and frightened I could barely
think. I’d put my life in his hands. I’d given him the power to destroy me, if he chose to.

We entered his bedroom, and he closed and locked the door.

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered. I did as I was told. I had a real nice build myself and wasn’t the least bit ashamed to
let Justin see me shirtless. Hell, he’d seen me naked plenty of times in the locker room. Embarrassment wasn’t my problem;
wondering if I was about to get my ass kicked was.

“Turn around.”

I faced away from him. Justin pulled my hands behind my back and quickly slapped a pair of handcuffs on them.

“Hey!”

“You said you’d do anything. We can stop whenever you want, but until you do everything I want, you don’t get my dick between
your lips.”

I shut up with that and turned back around. Being handcuffed aroused me more than ever—but I was more frightened than ever
too. Letting him handcuff me was not a good idea at all. Of course, I hadn’t exactly let him— I hadn’t seen it coming. I was
in a bad spot, however. Now he’d have an even easier time beating me if he wanted.

I was almost certain that Justin was just fucking with me, but I had to see it through. I lacked the willpower to walk away.
Justin was my weakness.

Justin started slowly undressing right in front of me. As soon as he pulled off his shirt and revealed his firm, muscular
torso, my dick tented my shorts—I mean
really
tented them. Justin looked at my bulge and smiled.

He pulled off his shoes, socks, shorts, and boxers. In no time at all he was completely naked. His cock was rock-hard. I was
drooling over it. I wanted it so bad I could practically taste it.

“You know,” said Justin, “the only thing I need better than a good suck is a good fuck.” He stood there eyeing me, slowly
stroking his pole. I grew fearful. I knew what he had in mind. Part of me was turned on by it, but most of me was just plain
terrified.

Justin pulled a rubber from his desk drawer, ripped open the foil, and unrolled the condom over his long, thick dick. His
cock looked so huge.

“Just remember, Brandon, you can tell me to stop anytime you want, but if you do, you’ll never get your lips on this.” He
stroked his pole once more as he lubed it up.

Justin grabbed me and pushed me over the edge of his bed. He jerked down my shorts and boxers. My virgin ass was exposed,
my wrists handcuffed behind my back. I was his to use and abuse. I’d let him do it, too, because I wanted him. I wanted him
more than anything.

I swallowed hard for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and braced myself. I tried to relax. I felt the tip of Justin’s
cock against my hole. I felt him pressing against it. I was both terrified and aroused. The head of his cock slipped in. I
tensed and grunted. The initial entry hurt, but not nearly like I’d imagined it would. I expected blinding pain, but what
I got was more like a little discomfort. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Justin pushed more of his cock up my ass.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Just relax. This is gonna feel good for both of us.”

Justin kept pushing more and more of his dick up my virgin ass. I lay there as he took my cherry, a virgin no more. I gave
myself to him. All the pain disappeared. I concentrated on the sensation of his pole sliding deeper and deeper into me. My
mind reeled: Justin was actually fucking me!

Justin moaned and groaned as he probed me ever deeper. I could feel his cock throb within me. Fuck, it felt good! Justin pushed
his whole dick right up my ass. His pubes crushed against my butt cheeks and he gave one last shove to get his meat as deeply
into me as possible.

“Fuck, Brandon, you are tight! Maybe I should have tried this with a guy before!”

Justin withdrew his dick. I felt the head pop from my ass, only to have Justin slide it in once more. He went a lot faster
the second time. He shoved his entire pole right up my ass. I was ready for it. I wanted it. If this was the price I had to
pay to suck Justin’s dick then I was willing to pay and pay and pay. My fear was gone. Justin wasn’t just jerking me around.
He wasn’t going to beat me, he was just going to fuck my ass good and hard!

Justin bottomed out again, his cock probing parts of me I didn’t even know existed. He pulled free, then rammed it in again,
his nuts slapping hard against me. I lay over the edge of the bed as Justin fucked my brains out. I reveled in the joy of
being used by the stud of my dreams. It was
my
ass he was fucking. It was
my
body that was creating the pleasure of the fuck for him. The way Justin moaned, groaned, and whimpered, I knew just how good
it felt for him. He was getting the fuck of his life. So was I.

Justin grabbed my hips and pounded me as hard as he could manage—and that was hard! He didn’t just use his hips to sink his
dick deep into me, he used his whole body. His biceps and pecs strained as he pulled himself against me. He used every muscle
to probe me deeper and deeper. What a fuck!

Justin kept fucking me and fucking me. Five minutes turned into ten, then fifteen. Finally, he howled at the top of his lungs
and blasted his load up my ass. I could feel him cumming. I could feel his cock throb, and I could even feel his hot jizz
as it fired from his rod. Justin spewed spurt after spurt of his jock jizz deep into my ass. He planted his seed, claiming
me as his own.

Justin fucked me hard as he shot his load up my ass. That hot jock just kept cumming more and more. I usually shot a big load,
but nothing like that. Speaking of my load, my cock was throbbing like crazy. My nuts had been churning ever since we were
in the locker room, and I was about to pop. The sensation of Justin’s cumming up my ass sent me over the top. My eyes rolled
back into my head, I moaned, and I blew a huge fucking load against the side of Justin’s bed. Every time Justin drove his
cock into me, I spewed a big shot of hot jizz. I’d never felt anything so awesome in all my life!

We came together, blowing our loads at the same time. Fuck, it was good! At last our balls were drained, and Justin pulled
his cock from my ass.

“You are one good fuck, Brandon,” Justin said as he uncuffed me.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling. “My ass is yours anytime you want it.”

“Good,” answered Justin, “because I’m going to want it a lot.”

Justin lay back on his bed, looking magnificent. His hard, muscular body was so beautiful. I ran my hands over his chest.
Justin didn’t stop me, so I felt every inch of his torso. I leaned over and licked his chest. He didn’t object, so I lathered
his pecs with my tongue. Justin even pressed my head hard against his chest as I licked and sucked on his nipples. They grew
hard, and he moaned.

I licked lower and lower, exploring each row of hard abdominal muscle. Justin had such a fantastic body. I was mere inches
away from his impressive manhood. It was so close I could feel the heat emanating from it. Justin was hard again, his cock
a towering piece of throbbing meat. I actually trembled at the thought of sucking it. I looked up at Justin with pleading
eyes.

“Go ahead, suck it.”

I smiled and dove for his dick. I wrapped my lips around the head and pulled it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around
it once, then pulled the whole cock in. I wanted to take it slow and make it last, but I couldn’t. I greedily sucked down
Justin’s cock, each inch pure pleasure for my lips. His pole throbbed and flexed in response to the blow job I was giving
him. I had Justin moaning and groaning in no time at all. I went nuts on him.

Justin’s dickhead banged against the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles and let it slide down. I took in more
and more until I had taken it all.

“Fuck, dude!” said Justin. “No girl can do that!”

I would have smiled, but my mouth was full of man-meat. I held Justin’s dick in my mouth and nuzzled my nose in his pubes.
I loved every second of it.

I ran my lips back up to the tip of his tool, only to swallow him once more. Up and down, up and down, my lips rode his pole.
I was starved for cock. I was a cocksucking maniac and oh, was it good!

I sucked him frantically, wildly. It was too much for Justin. He threw his head back, howled with pure pleasure, and blew
his load. Jet after thick jet of his stud cream spewed between my lips. It was far better than when he’d blown up my ass.
When he blew in my mouth, I could taste it. His spunk was creamy and sweet. I sucked it down and worked on his tool for more.
Justin shot jet after jet of his sweet jizz between my lips, filling my mouth nearly to overflowing. I let none escape, however;
I took it all. With one last huge spurt of punk spunk, he emptied his nuts and pulled his cock from my mouth.

“You are one good cocksucker, Brandon.”

“I’m glad you think so, because I want to suck your cock again and again.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, and I’m willing to do anything for it.”

Justin smiled at me wickedly. I knew he was thinking up something that would drive both of us wild. I could hardly wait.

Dave MacMillan

W
e faced each other, both naked and tied to separate sawhorses on either side of the bonfire. Our blond hair was cropped short
to CSC specifications, our bodies were still teenaged slim but rippled with muscles built up from months of work at St. Ignatius
Loyola Camp for the Christian Soldiers Corps. Now our bodies glistened with sweat from the bonfire that lit the inquisition
our fellow Corps-men had been called together to watch as twilight became night on the Montana flatlands.

I’d made the mistake earlier in the afternoon of confessing to Preacher that Jimmy had gotten off while relieving me. Jimmy’d
been hard and drooling a lot lately when I fucked him; but seeing my identical twin shooting a load under me scared me enough
that I’d finally confessed it.

It didn’t take Preacher long to bring in Brother Ralph and let Corps discipline take over. It’d taken even less time for the
two men to tie me up, gag me, put me in the barn, and send a search party to look for Jimmy. In less than half an hour, my
brother was in the barn with me, bound up as I was, awaiting the full, public inquisition Preacher had ordered.

Brother Ralph was behind Jimmy and a Corps under-leader behind me, and a fully clothed Preacher stood between the two of us,
holding an open Bible in one hand and a riding crop in the other as night completely claimed our Montana camp.

Brother Ralph’s shirt was pulled behind his head as he repeatedly rammed his cock into Jimmy’s ass. The completely naked Corps
underleader had his cock buried deep in me, grinding his pubes against the tender sides of the cleft between my globes with
his every downstroke. The faces of both men were masks covering the pleasure they felt at their impending orgasms. Preacher
watched our cocks—mine and Jimmy’s—intently for signs of tumescence as the Corpsmaster and the underleader fucked us.