Cant Rape the Willing

By Kevin Donovan

Published on Jan 3, 2024

Gay

CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING

Kevin Donovan

What follows is a work of gay erotic fiction, featuring bondage, domination, some light kink. It is completely fiction. All participants, if they existed, would be over the legal age for consent wherever you live. If you yourself are under that age, leave now. The author never condones any kind of coerced sex. Like all Nifty authors, I get inspiration and encouragement from your comments, so please don't be shy.

This is only my second Authoritarian piece: the first was "The Harem," October 11, 2001.

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CHAPTER EIGHT: BETROTHAL

Jake's head reeled with the recollection that he had fucked that cute guy Dillon in front of his dad, and that Boss had said that the boy's handler was the only one he'd ever seen fuck him. He was shocked, but Mr. Wilcox just smiled.

"I know what you're thinking. It isn't, perhaps what it seems--you see, Dillon was raised by his mother in another city, and he and I saw very little of one another as he was growing up. But he had an interest in architecture, and began to talk to me about that when he was in high school. At the time of his graduation, he came out as gay to his mother, not to me, and her response was to scream, "Then you're just like your father!" and kick him out of the house, as she had done to me years earlier. So he spent that summer with me, then went off to college. But we shared two commonalities then, our sexuality and our interest in architecture. A third came along when he was co-oping with the firm, and living with me, and he found my leather gear, learned about the club and so forth. Well, the short version is that he wanted to try it out, found he has a great need to be submissive, particularly with a father figure, likes to show off--this won't be a surprise to you, will it?--and he insisted that being used sexually by me was part of that whole package. It's an occasional, role-play thing with us, not a regular relationship, but I will say, it has brought us close and helped make up for that gap of time we can't get back again. So there--you're up to speed with my son and me.

"Dillon has worked really hard on this for days. I think you'll find it very attractive." They turned their attention to Dillon's drawings.

"Now, this assumes the purchase of the property next door, where, I believe, you now live, Mr. Mason. It is a much bigger, more private lot than this one, with no upper-storied neighbors peering in. I guess you knew the owner wanted to sell?"

"Yes, he tried to get me to buy it, but when I buy, I want a bigger place."

"It soon will be a bigger place. Well, what replaces it will be. As you know, that house has about had it, anyway. It is to be torn down, and replaced by this 2,500-plus square foot home."

He gave them some time to look over the drawings. The men were amazed at what Dillon had done. He retained the traditional exterior styling that would unify the house with the neighborhood, but beyond that, it was very contemporary and very creative. Garages went all the way across the back, accessed from the alley. Five car bays of them! A covered walkway led up the side of the property to the house. The rest of the back yard was a terraced and landscaped garden, with a pool and small pool-house/garden shed. Jacob's hot tub was still there, incorporated into the design.

The home's interior was mostly open space downstairs, and it flowed beautifully. There were renderings of a spacious and functional kitchen, a roomy dining area, living space, a work room/home office, lavatory, storage, and a guest room suite. At basement level, there were the necessary utility and storage rooms, a large exercise room, a hobby room, and a large recreation/play room with big-screen theater TV designed in, with access to the rear garden. Upstairs, there were three oversized bedrooms, with large closets designed to supersede furniture such as chests of drawers and dressers, through built-in storage. Each had a roomy bathroom with double lavatories, toilet enclosure, and whirlpool tub.

"I don't like a tub bath," commented Ethan. "I need a shower."

"Keep looking," said Mr. Wilcox.

At the back of the house, overlooking the pool and garden, was a large, open shower room with multiple shower heads on poles, sort of like a car wash for people. It also contained a urinal, toilet, and bidet.

"Cool," pronounced Ethan.

The doorbell rang. Jake needed a stretch, and he let in two men, both recognizable from the Club. They were Terry, a realtor, and Mitch, a bank loan officer--in fact, from the bank where Ethan was an investment counselor. He was nonplused about seeing his co-worker naked and in process of undergoing a gay, polygamous marriage. He'd been at the club when Jake was presented and had already heard much of the rest of the story.

Both brought papers of their own for signing. They explained how Ed's offer on the house had been accepted, and an expedited closing could be set up before Christmas. Ed's present house could go on the market within a week, and with the neighborhood so much on the upswing, he actually thought he might have a client who would be interested in it already. He could show the place next week, if all agreed. The man was "family," he said, and would make a good neighbor. Mitch informed the men that everyone's credit was in excellent order, and they all had good solid jobs and incomes; he could see no impediment to a quick processing of a loan for both the property and the construction of the new home.

"And, of course, Ethan, neither of us will mention knowing the other outside of the office, for obvious reasons." Ethan nodded.

The doorbell rang again. It was Joe--a guy from the club again--who ran a home construction contracting business. He'd seen Dillon's plan, and he was chomping at the bit to get started on demolition and construction. "And I don't think," he said, "that we'll have much trouble getting the present tenant to move out."

"He can be out by tomorrow night if need be," Jake commented.

"Two weeks will be fine," Joe laughed.

"Tomorrow will be fine," corrected Ed.

The guests left, several of them saying they'd be back tomorrow, and the happy trio were left alone.

"How do you feel?" Ed asked.

"Giddy. Dizzy. Elated..." Jake began.

"Excited. Scared. Happy..." added Ethan. He had a little tear in the corner of his eye. "This thing got out of control fast, didn't it?"

"All those things here, too," Boss agreed. "But the anxious feelings can be made to go away real easy, for me, if you two just say `yes.' But don't say anything just yet, hear me out. I know this is really sudden, and nothing like what you ever expected. I don't blame you for being concerned. You haven't known me hardly at all, and I don't travel in your circles. You have more education than me, hell, you're both smarter than me, not to mention God-damn gorgeous, both of you. If it wasn't for my little side-line, you'd make more money than me, too. But I've been thinking a lot about this, and I think I have something to offer you both, too. I didn't get my college degree, but I have a lot of practical know-how. I'm honest, hard-working, and dependable. I'm even faithful, in my peculiar way. I don't think I'm all that hard on the eyes--and I can give you damn good sex, not raping but serious, mind-blowing love-making. But I love you enough to arrange for you to get raped occasionally, too, if that's what you want.

"Boys, if I was ever too rough with the role-play this week, I am deeply and sincerely sorry. I just wanted to give you a good experience. I promise, I will never hurt you, never. And I'm totally dedicated, 100%, to making you happy. You'll do a lot for me, no doubt, and I can't wait--but I think, down deep inside, both of you need a guy like me to love and to love you. And I do. I love you. You can take tonight to talk it over and decide. I'm asking you to marry me."

"Boss, what are the sleeping arrangements? All of us in one bedroom? If so, what are the others for?"

"Good question, Puss. In multi-wife households, husbands and wives don't sleep together. Husbands and wives have their own rooms, and just get together for sex. So I'll have my own room. But I'm thinking you guys might prefer to share a room and bed together, am I right?" They exchanged glances and nodded together. "That's fine with me. So I might ask one or both of you to join me in my bed, or I might visit you in yours. I think you know you're going to get fucked regular, don't you? I will see to it that you are very well satisfied. But we all need some sleep, too.

"That makes an extra bedroom, and some more garage space, for possible expansion, Puss. I'm a red-hot, over-sexed fucker. And you already know, I plan to pimp you some to other guys. I don't want to wear you out. So if the opportunity arises, I thought we might add one or maybe two more wives down the road--but only if you two agree, I promise. I would never bring in some bitch you two don't like."

Ethan looked suspiciously at his new husband-to-be. "Why do I have a feeling you have someone in mind?"

Boss just grinned. "If I do, it will be a surprise. And a real good one."

Jake was gazing appreciatively at Boss's smooth, powerful chest, with its light traces of soft blond hair. "I'm feeling jealous, Boss. Can you actually fuck four wives every day?"

"No more than twice each, I admit," answered Boss.

Still grinning, he opened the hutch door behind him and took out two small boxes, one wrapped in dark blue, one in deep red. The lids could be opened without tearing the paper. He offered the red one to Jake.

"Jake, you'll be wife number one. That and a few bucks will get you a cup of coffee, but I have a thing for order and respect. You get top billing. This is for you."

Jake removed the lid and stared, stunned. Inside was a double ring, the kind designed to be a paired engagement ring and wedding band. The settings were yellow gold, and they contained a spray of stones, three small diamonds and a large topaz, his birthstone. The idea was feminine, but the execution came off decidedly more masculine. Boss reached over and lifted the rings out, and slipped them onto the ring finger of his right hand. They fit.

"I measure things while you're sleeping sometimes," he said.

"While we're knocked out unconscious, you mean," laughed Ethan.

"Whatever."

"Boss, that is so beautiful. I can't believe it. I don't know what to say."

"Hang on." Ed handed the other box to Ethan, removing its lid as he did so. It contained a similar ring set, but in white gold, with diamonds and a garnet, Ethan's birthstone. He placed it on Ethan's finger, which it also fit perfectly.

Ethan shook his head, amazed and speechless.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Boss said, and he went up the stairs.

Ethan and Jake looked at one another. They both began laughing at the same time. Both held out the rings and looked at them at the same time.

"I'm in if you're in," said Ethan. "But only then. Together, I think we can work this thing."

"Ethan, thank you, Babe, for the best birthday present of my life, bar none. I wanted a little excitement in my life, and damned if I haven't gotten it. And I get you, too. It just seems perfect."

They stood and kissed.

"We'll have to figure out what is the bare minimum to tell our parents about this. What doesn't kill them makes them stronger. But this may kill them," Ethan stated.

"We'll have that downstairs suite for the occasional visiting in-laws. It might be better if they just didn't venture upstairs. What are we going to tell our friends?"

"The truth. If they're our friends, they will support us, even if we've lost our flippin' minds. I have a special plan, though, for Alex, if you approve."

"What?"

"For a few months now, I've thought that Alex has more than the hots for us. I think he really wants to be with us."

"Yeah, it's been not so easy to keep him out of our bed lately," agreed Jake. "Not that I've minded."

"Wife number three?"

Jake offered his fist for Ethan to bump. "Let's go for it. Boss is not the only one who can arrange surprises around here."

Their conspiracy ended, though, when Ed descended the stairs, looking hopeful and apprehensive at the same time. He'd given them overnight, but obviously, it would be a bad sign to him if they needed that much time.

Ethan stepped up to him and kissed him on the lips.

"I am happy to accept your offer of marriage, Boss," he said.

Jake followed suit. "And I as well."

Boss actually whooped! "You make me a very happy man!" he exclaimed. "Let's go out to dinner tonight and celebrate. You'll need suits for this place, guys."

"I can wear one of yours, Jake. And we can move your stuff over here this afternoon, and get mine tomorrow."

Boss was exuberant and wanted to do everything at once. He couldn't stop kissing on his fiancés as he took them upstairs to show them the present arrangements, while the new house was being built. There were two smallish bedrooms there, besides his larger one. Ethan and Jake would have to make do with a queen-size bed in one room, and use the other as a sort of walk-in closet for all their stuff. The bathroom was on the hall, but it was decent size, and had two sinks, and a shower enclosure.

"We'll be fine," Ethan declared.

"Actually, this is more space than I have in my place now," agreed Jake. "We've been shitting in front of one another for years."

To go next door, Ed had to return the clothing they'd been kidnapped in, which was all they had at his house. They regrettably slipped into the threads, and the three of them hustled off to gather Jake's relatively few belongings to move them over to Ed's. By nightfall, Jake was ready to hand over the keys to his landlord.

They all spent some time cleaning themselves and dressing nicely for their celebratory dinner, which Boss decreed was to be at Stephano's a very upscale restaurant a few miles away, where he had made a reservation in advance, hoping for good news.

Their waiter was obviously gay. He tended to be rather free with his hands, and there was no doubt he noticed both the younger men's rings and the swollen crotches all three men were sporting. Boss ordered steaks for all of them, and selected a bottle of wine. Jake and Ethan smiled at one another and kept their mouths shut. The meal was perfect.

The night they spent in Boss's king-size bed was even more perfect. Somehow Boss managed to make each one feel like the only man in the world for him, and he clearly got off on watching his two handsome fiancés make sweet love to one another as he rested, too.

They made a late night of it, but even so, Ethan was up by eight clamoring to get over to his apartment to move his belongings. They took all three cars and made the move in one trip. There wasn't a lot of time for putting things away, though--in the afternoon and evening, a dozen or so naked men would be joining them for their regular sports and poker gathering.

"Don't worry about cooking anything this time, Babes, I'll order pizza and wings like I usually do. You just get yourselves all cleaned up and ready for the men."

"It sure is lucky we like sex," declared Ethan.

"Cunny I assure you, you would not be here if you did not like sex," countered Boss. "Now get up there and douche." He slapped Ethan's firm ass as the two naked men ran up the stairs.

Next: Chapter 9


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