CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING
Kevin Donovan
letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com
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 or unprotected sex. Like all Nifty authors, I get inspiration and encouragement from your comments, so please don't be shy.
CHAPTER 13: EVER AFTER
The family moved into their new home in mid-May.
First, the four "bitch" partners selected the best and most valuable and useable heirloom pieces from the old house, including some memorabilia of Boss's and Tom's late grandmother. These were placed into storage. Next, they turned over the property to an estate sale professional, who cleared the rest of the place out, netting a surprising little kitty to supplement their fund for new furnishings. Finally, they had painters in to freshen the whole house, and they were ready to close on the property. During most of this period, they moved to a residence hotel to get themselves and their personal belongings out of the way.
Then, the fun began. Working with a professional designer from the neighborhood, they bought new furnishings for the whole house, dividing the responsibilities among themselves. Dillon, the trained architect, took charge of all structural elements, and chose the paint colors, plumbing fixtures, floorings, and such. Jake picked the furniture, window coverings, and bed and bath linens. Ethan chose the appliances, large and small, and got to pick their own dinner and kitchenware--very nice, modern, casual stuff, even down to kitchen linens and utensils, all coordinated and all top quality: and all NEW. It looked magnificent.
That left the landscape, which had to put in from bare lot: it turned out, Alex was a whiz with plants and, with the landscape architect, he chose a beautiful and easy-care selection of plants and hardscape for the garden, making a veritable Eden of their property.
This extravagance was mainly financed by their whoring activities. After the wedding party, the appetites for their asses among many of those present were whetted beyond endurance. The four were individually booked, through Boss, to spend nights and even weekends with friends and friends of friends, at top dollar. The party strip shows and clandestine live sex shows continued as well, in private homes or yachts, and sometimes in rented halls.
The only one who didn't pay was Andrew Wilcox, Dillon's father. Occasionally, he required the services of one of them, often Dillon himself, to escort a client about town, to dinner and a play or concert, and join him in his hotel suite for the night. Those were easy gigs, and they seldom minded--they had five-star meals and accommodations, and were treated like princes! Even the sex was not unpleasant. Most of the clients, it turned out, wanted to be topped, something they couldn't get from wives back home. The boys were happy to oblige them, suitably wrapped, of course.
In the pay-for-play jobs, usually, two would work together, since Boss considered that safer for them, and they were constantly in touch with home base for that reason, too. Some clients just wanted to watch them have sex with each other, and they were always happy to do so. The bigger the audience, the bigger the check. They accepted stud service from men, too, with proper precautions, even pulling trains, but there was a separate charge per stud, not just the hourly rate. If any form of bondage was called for, Boss had to be present to supervise their safety--and of course, he had to be paid as well. All this added up to some hefty tabs, but no one seemed to be complaining. And so, the cash reserves kept mounting.
On more than one occasion, Ed and Tom worked together for bridal parties, not only dancing and stripping, but offering stud services for groups of women together while their men were out doing the stag party routine on their own. What's good for the gander is good for the goose, apparently. The fact that they were look-alike brothers was a major attraction, and it didn't hurt that both men were so heavy-hung. Tom cheerfully took part in these escapades and offered most of his portion of the take in grateful appreciation for his room and board over the past several months. Plus, he acknowledged he just enjoyed the sex, and the fact that it was so exhibitionistic turned him on as well. The rest of the family suspected that the two just liked to show off together sexually, as they often did in bed together with Boss's bitches.
Since the brothers were not the least bit shy about performing sexually in the same bed together, it had to happen--Ethan came into Boss's room one evening right after work and before dinner, to ask him a menu question, and he found Boss energetically fucking Tom's lean, muscular ass. Tom was moaning and panting with as much passion and appreciation as any of Boss's four bitches. Later that night, with Ethan and Alex present, Tom returned the favor by topping Boss. Then, the two alpha men fucked the daylights out of Ethan and Alex. So that genie was out of the bottle, and after that, there were repeat performances occasionally, maybe once a week. The family relationship was thus more complex, but no one was troubled by it. Though several of the wives were enthusiastic tops with one another, none wanted to top Boss, or even Tom: it was just too much outside the character of their relationship.
What to do about Tommy was a topic of considerable conversation in private among the four wives. It was not that they did not want him around: on the contrary, finding a way to keep him around was the theme of most of their speculating and conniving. He served a useful purpose in the household in expanding the stud services available to the four bottom guys. And besides, they just liked the big stud.
Before the move, Boss had established the practice, generally, of inviting two of them at a time to join him for the night in his bed. There, he made passionate and energetic love to both in turn, and also watched them fuck one another. Sometimes, Tommy was there, too, helping him satisfy his mates. He shook up the order of the pairings from time to time to keep it more interesting for all. But more often, Tom visited whichever two were "left behind" by Boss and made love to them for several hours in their own bed. Both studs enjoyed watching them do one another, so that all six men were well-satisfied on all fronts. The bottom guys enjoyed the raw masculinity of the two Hamilton men.
Tom only brought women home with him three times. None were repeats, and it gradually came out that none was particularly satisfying to him. Both the head and the tail he got in his brother's marital bed were better than what he brought to his own bed down in the basement. But he was like Boss in a lot of ways, including that he didn't talk openly about his feelings in the matter. The wives weren't certain what he was thinking about his own sexuality or any plans for the future.
Tom did get a job, a nice one, right there in the city, within easy commute to the neighborhood. But so far, he had said nothing of getting his own place, and the time of moving to the new house was approaching fast. While he was out one evening, the wives seized the opportunity to raise the subject with Boss--a delicate matter, because they did not want him to feel threatened by any competition with Tom on the one hand, nor offended by any false impression that they wanted to get rid of Tom on the other. That was now made even more delicate by the fact that only Tom fucked Boss's ass--but Boss clearly enjoyed it.
Boss had conflicting feelings, too, it turned out. He liked having his brother around, and he appreciated the help with stud services--Boss was kind of sensitive about not offering sex to all of his wives every single night. He didn't speak openly of his desire to have his brother top him occasionally, but that fact was out there. He was relieved to hear that the other men liked having Tom's attentions. Boss had no more clue than they did about Tommy's ultimate predilections, gay, straight, or bi, much less monogamous or polygamous.
The solution he accepted was to issue an open-ended invitation to Tom to occupy the first-floor guest suite when the new house was completed. Tom could continue to fuck whoever he himself was not fucking, as long as that was satisfactory to all parties. It meant that the two brothers could be together more privately from time to time if they wished, in Tommy's room. It also left open the possibility of Tom bringing home partners of his choice, male or female. Tom could kick in to the family vacation fund in lieu of rent.
But Beaver and Ho' had another concern, and Puss and Cunny were sympathetic to it. How about Tommy's long-term happiness? They, after all, were Boss's partners, not Tom's. Could they and should they do a little matchmaking for him, to give him the option, if he so chose, to build a harem of his own?'
As it happened, Ho' had a prospect lined up already: in his firm, there was a very handsome new male paralegal who set off gaydar alarms with him every time the guy came near. They'd had lunch in a group a couple of times. Alex reported an enticing basket on this young man, and he was ready, if it met with approval, to turn up the temp a little by inviting Terry, the new guy, who was only twenty-one and seemingly unattached, to lunch on his own, and see if he was interested in the subject of Alex's marital arrangement. If it seemed so, he could then invite Terry home to dinner some evening when he knew Tommy would be around, and let nature take its course.
But a snag occurred abruptly in the house deal: one of the partners of the gay couple who were to buy the old house suddenly died, prior to the closing--massive heart attack. The other decided not to go forward with the arrangement. In sympathy, they gladly returned his deposit. But the family now had to make their purchase of the new house without benefit of the proceeds of that sale, which meant major recalculations, but they did so, belts tightened, but not painfully, and returned their old home to the market. Now, they'd really need some contributions from Tom, at least in the short term.
Meanwhile, with regard to Tom, all agreed, it couldn't hurt to shop around, as long as they didn't try to push any particular match too hard. So the upshot was that they had only been moved into the new house for a week when Alex set the family messaging chain in motion to alert everyone that Terry would be coming for dinner the following night, a Thursday. (They'd stopped meeting with the Rack drinking group on Thursdays then, so it was a dinner-at-home night.)
Jake and Ethan were ready to roll with pork tenderloins and roasted root vegetables. It was their maiden voyage entertaining in the new dining room, and it went flawlessly. Terry had been wised up on the guys' marital arrangement, with which he was intrigued. He'd also been prepped on Tom, and he was flirting from the moment he walked in the door and shed his clothing at the new, larger coat closet. Terry's body, nude, was even more beautiful than Dillon's advance publicity painted it, and the bulge proved to be the real deal. Tom, on the other hand, was clueless, but man enough to be flattered and aroused by the attentions of a slim, five feet eleven, dark blond, tanned and fit hunk of a man with a smooth chest and trimmed pubes and a lush, five-inch-flaccid cut cock and shaved balls. By nine-thirty, the two had adjourned to Tom's new suite and closed the door. They did not emerge until breakfast, by which time the others had gotten together a set of Jake's clothing, which would not be recognized at Terry and Alex's work-place, so that Terry would not have to rush home and dress before work. That made it necessary for Terry to visit again soon, which he did on Saturday afternoon, to return the outfit. That time, he was better prepared with extra clothing, and he didn't leave until he and Alex headed out to work together on Monday morning. The others weren't too sure they hadn't overshot the mark, since none of them got invited to join the two lovebirds in Tome's suite. Being very adaptable, they cheerfully screwed one another when not with Boss, and let Tom and Terry go at it in the other part of the house. During the night, the love-birds' revels overflowed onto the pool deck out back, as all could clearly hear from their bedrooms upstairs.
Tom was kite-high and grinning from ear to ear. When visible, he and Terry had their tongues down one another's throats most of the time, except when Tom had his dick down Terry's throat. Terry was treated to the spectacle of Boss's Sunday afternoon game party, with poker and, by this season, basketball on TV, and he didn't seem at all affronted by witnessing the other guys sucking off the menfolk, at Boss's request, while they played poker and watched the game. They bet on the outcome of the game, too, of course, and Terry even got to witness the spectacle of Ed's friend Blaine winning, in a bet on the basketball game, the use and enjoyment of Jake for the night (Blaine would have been in Boss's bed himself if he had lost). The two of them departed for Rob's house, with Jake buck naked but bearing a hanging bag of clothing for work the next day. For Terry's part, he focused on Tom's cock, and Tom seemed quite content with that. Terry was in no way put off by the promiscuous activities of the house.
At that point, Ed made the decision that he would take over in the meddling department. On Monday, he asked Tom point-blank what his intentions were with Terry, and Tom acknowledged easily that he was thinking of a permanent union. When pressed, he also admitted that he was thinking of a multi-spouse household like his brother's--though perhaps not quite SO multi. Then Boss pounced.
"If you are," he said, "please let me suggest that you have at least the second one lined up first, before you pop the question to the first one. Otherwise, it will be too hard for Terry to share you. He'll be jealous, and he'll feel rejected when you date someone else. He needs to know what the arrangement is going to be before he is allowed to get some other notion in his head, and he needs a lot of say in who that other one is going to be--at least veto rights."
"Yeah, Eddie, but I don't know anyone else yet to include. I wouldn't have known Terry if it hadn't been for your guys. Maybe they could come up with another suggestion?" So Tom was not totally oblivious to the matchmaking efforts of his friends and in-laws.
"We can ask them. Better yet, why don't you talk to Terry, or have them do it for you, and get input from him, too? The best possible scenario would be if he picked his own co-wife, subject to your approval, of course. That way, he'd definitely know the score from the get-go. You know, Jake and Ethan were already together before they met me, and that was probably the key to making this whole arrangement work out for us."
So it happened that the four began racking their brains and searching their contact lists for other possible mates for Tom. They also had a long, heart-to-heart with Terry, who was downright excited to hear that Tommy was serious about him, long-term, and very open to the kind of life his new friends enjoyed. He also brought up the question of whether intra-family relations would continue once Tom established his household--a matter to be brought before Boss, but one in which the other four had a keen interest. They all agreed, Terry was hot! They'd love to be able to include him in their beds from time to time, and they sincerely hoped not to have to give Tom up completely, either.
Tom took Terry to the Rack, Afterhours Club. Boss went also, with Jake and Ethan naked and collared on their leashes. Terry mostly watched that time, but he was turned on--his more-than-adequate dick was hard the whole evening. He and Tom talked it over, and he offered to try the sub role in public next time. So he and Terry returned, with Terry on leash, and Boss took Dillon. The brothers tied both their pets to the wall and let other men flog them, then take them down and fuck them over the barrel. Terry loved it as much as Dillon did! He drank Tom's piss, too.
Of course, the night was hardly complete for Dillon until he got fucked on the bar for the enjoyment of the whole room, and this time, Tom did the honors (Terry was not yet cleared for bareback within the family), and Terry watched his boyfriend take another man in front of him. He had a huge (eight-inch) boner the whole time, and crossed that hurdle with no problems. He cheered with the rest of the room when Tom bred Dillon's ass, and the group returned home excited and happy.
But Tom had no ideas as to another young man he could nominate for his lover to date.
Jake's work buddy Barry broke up, about that time, with the guy he'd been dating for several months, a black man named Desmond, who was not in any of their firms, but whom they'd met at the Rack and liked. Desmond was not at the marriage party, but he had at least a sketchy knowledge of their polygamous arrangement with Boss, and he seemed to be good-naturedly intrigued by it. He was good-looking, too, much more so than Barry himself: five-ten, black hair cut short, clean-shaven, moderate chest and leg hair from what Jake had seen so far--slender build, with some chest and shoulders on him, and a nice ass, at least in suit pants. He had some dangle going on, too, in those suit pants.
So Jake just called him and told Desmond flat out that he'd heard Barry was history, and he wanted to introduce Desmond to a couple of guys he thought he might like. He suggested dinner one day the following week, when he could introduce him to both men.
"Which one are you trying to steer me toward?" asked Desmond.
"Well--why not both?" responded Jake.
Desmond laughed. "That still working out for you?" he wanted to know.
"Better than ever," was Jake's heartfelt response. "Whataya say? I'm only asking you to meet them and have a free meal with us! After that, it's in your hands."
Desmond said `yes,' and the following Thursday, the new dining room got put to use again, with excellent success. Desmond slipped out of his clothing at the door as if he'd been doing it all his life--it did come out later that he'd always been something of a nudist/ exhibitionist--and the three match-making targets were soon playing pool downstairs in the new exercise/rec room as if they'd known one another for years. Tom had his hand on Desmond's thigh at the dinner table while making a conversational point, and Terry smiled on benignly.
Des showed no signs of needing to go home.
That night, Tom took Desmond off to his suite, but he kissed Terry goodnight and whispered with him conspiratorially first. Boss invited Terry to his bed, and Terry happily accepted. Alex got the nod to join them, and the sexual exercises began.
Around midnight, Tom came up to ask Terry to join him and Desmond. Boss sent Alex to call for Jake and Ethan, and the fruit-basket turned over.
Desmond could wear Dillon's clothing, and off he went to work, smiling and happy in borrowed duds, stewing over the possibility of being second wife to Tom, whom he'd just met. According to Tom, their love-making had been magic, and only got better when Terry joined them.
Off they went, the three of them, to the Club the following Friday night, after a week of intensive sex and courtship. Desmond had dark red welts on his strong back and tight butt the next day, which he showed off proudly. Both newcomers produced negative blood-test results for STD's, and they became fixtures with the family.
Next week, the realtor contacted Ed. He still had no buyer, but would Ed consider a three-year lease on the old house, with option to buy? It was an inquiry from Tom. Since he, Terry, and Desmond were younger, they could not yet qualify to purchase a house together, but they had come to a living arrangement, and they wanted to live next door, in Tommy's grandma's old house (Tom had inherited some stock instead, which had put him through the university).
Ed happily agreed to the deal. And so, by mid-summer, the second House of Hamilton was born, beginning with a slightly smaller, but still very festive, sacrifice of the male brides at the Club. Word had gotten around the workplaces of Jake, Ethan, Alex, and Dillon about the January event, and there were even more guys who wanted in on this one, surprising numbers of whom were ostensibly straight, and even married. Almost as many women tagged along, too.
Tom's brides called him "Hoss," which caused some confusion, since it rhymes with "Boss." He dubbed Terry "Muff" and Desmond "Clit," proving that his brother had not totally exhausted the supply of pet vaginal names.
The ceremonial part of the occasion was the same as before, with the dancing, stripping, and bootlicking, and the naked vows. Tom was dazzling, mostly due to his smile, in his leather gear. When he attached Terry and Des to the straps for ravishing, their five brothers-in-law led the way breeding their asses and lubing them up for the rest of the crowd. After that, the dam burst and the two men were busy for three hours.
This time, they had the bigger house to adjourn to afterward, with the pool; and the weather was warm. The party simply moved and continued, with considerably more sex-play, at the new location. Boss was in a magnanimous mood, and he offered time with one of his wives to at least a dozen or more of his friends. Tom was generous with second-shots at Terry and Desmond, too; however, by nightfall, he and his two brides had slipped away through the connecting garden gate to honeymoon on their own in their new home.
Around midnight, only a few guests had departed. Ethan had Jake on hands and knees atop the diving board at the pool, and he was fucking him lustily while he stroked Jake's back and buttocks. Together, they surveyed the scene in front of them, commenting on some of the highlights in view, such as Blaine rutting on Dillon missionary style on one of the chaise lounges, and Boss paddling Alex's ass while Alex sucked Roy's dick on another. Several other guys, including a few of the supposedly straight ones, were engaged in some form of coitus, fellatio, or making out, either in the pool or around it, and they could see Barry, who had actually lost the twenty pounds Jake privately prescribed, feet up in a sling, being pounded by his friend Jerrod. Joe, the contractor, appeared to be next in line.
"Is this what you had in mind when you said you wanted to live with me, but somehow get raped and gang-banged, too?" he asked, his balls slapping against his lover's upper thighs.
"This, I could never have imagined, Stud-cakes," Jake responded. Beyond my wildest dreams. But yes, it sure counts as the sort of thing I had in mind. Have I thanked you for making it all happen, Babe?"
"Oh, yeah, you've thanked me. Just about every day."
"Hey, when Barry is finished in there, let's ask Boss if we can go get in the slings, and see who all wants to fuck our asses!"
"Fuckin' aye."
And so they did. It happened that quite a few of the men present wanted to fuck Jake and Ethan's asses. Beginning with their own husband, Boss.
THE END