The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Collecting Things" 02 (M/M oral anal bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Oh shoot! I gotta go out to the car! Be right back!"
"Um, wait, Michael!"
"What?"
"Like, aren't you going to put something on?"
"I got something on, Rex."
"I meant, to hide the leather? I mean, the landscapers are here and..."
"Rex, come over to the window a sec, will ya?"
Michael, coaxing Rex along with his arm atop the eighteen year old's shoulders, ushers him to the back window, facing the extensive gardens.
"Ever wonder why the gardeners never strip their shirts off, even though the sun is blazing down from the sky?"
"Not really, Michael. I have seen John and Benjamin barechested at one time or another."
"But lately, Rex?"
"What are you driving at, Michael?"
"Let's just say that if we wanted to, we could invite John and Ben in to play with us?"
"Noooo... they're into bdsm, like us?"
"You got it. In fact, this past week we had a nice session in the garage, where the garden equipment is kept."
Rex, being whimsical toys, "And did you get to use 'your' equipment, Michael?"
"Of course. Had myself a nice little threeway fuck going."
"Oh, so you didn't take on both of their asses?"
"Sure. First John fucked Ben's ass, while I fucked his, then we put Ben in the middle."
"Oh, so you only fucked around, then."
"Um, no," Michael replies. "First I had some fun with the strap, nip clamps, ball parachute. I mean, I had to test out your toys before I gave them to you, Rex."
"My toys, Michael? Is that my surprise?"
"Yeah. I wanted to use the blindfolds I bought you, on Steve and Philip, but now I might as well give you the lot of toys."
"Oh man, you're the best, Michael!"
Rex, whom towered two inches above Michael, swung himself around, so that he faced the thirty-four year old Italian hunk. Without hesitation, he planted his lips right on him.
"What's this, Rex?"
"Gratitude, plus maybe some extra affection."
"Then, you're not playing?" Michael questioned, the two still with hands locking their waists together.
"Depends, Michael."
"Oh? How's that go, Rex?"
"On whether that's our first and last kiss or a beginning."
"Huh? Beginning of what, Rex?"
"Go get the toys you have for me, Michael. Our boys are getting too much rest. Later we can work on the 'beginning'."
"I don't know about you, Rex."
"The toys, Michael?"
As Michael headed down the stairs, he had a new excitement interwoven with the expectations of utilizing new toys, for Rex and his playtime. He savored the kiss, wanting more. He wasn't sure, but sensed something warm when Rex unexpectedly placed that kiss on his lips. Perhaps something connected with what he longed for all these years, taking care of Rex and his older brother. The attraction hadn't been for the elder of the two Jarvis boys, but one thing became definite. He wanted to spend more 'quality time' with Rex.
"Having fun, Michael?"
After getting a duffle bag from his car, Michael happened upon the two gardeners. Most likely, more than a coincidence, on the sweaty bushcutters part.
"Well, well... have you two boys been behaving yourselves?" Michael stopped, dropped the bag and faced the two college aged men.
John spoke for the two, saying, "Not much time left and we have to be off to school, Michael."
"Yeah," Benjamin but in, "Any chance of getting in a session with you?"
Thinking for a short time, Michael thought of enhancing his 'gift' to Rex.
"Sure, if you boys don't mind two masters to serve?"
"Two Michael?" Benjamin questioned, with new excitement.
John didn't hesitate, accepting it all.
"Cool! Two masters would be soooo hot, Michael!"
"So, you boys game?"
"We sure are, Michael."
"Then strip the shirts."
"Strip our shirts?" Benjamin questions Michael's authority.
"But what about the welts on our backs?" John points out.
Benjamin adds, "Or our red nips?"
"I'm taking this as insuboordination. Do I have to add more punishment or are you two going to strip?"
John reached down and grabbed hold of the tail of his tank top shirt, peeling it off.
"Your nips don't look that bad, John. Benjamin?"
So, off came the other jock's shirt.
"Hmm... your's are still quite red."
John finks on him, saying, "That's because he's been playing with them!"
"John, you fuck!" Benjamin complains.
"He has now? Well, then maybe I'll have to overindulge in some hot nip play, later."
"Later? Does that mean you're going to be playing with us today?"
"Not just today, John. Everyday this week."
"Hot, Michael! That mean you're going to be torturing my nips all week?" Benjamin couldn't resist on implying.
"Oh, you can bet on that. Yeah, gonna make your nips so raw that your shaggy chest hair wouldn't hide the sore look for months, Ben."
"Cool!"
"Benjamin, you pain pig!" John accused.
However, Michael replies, "Ben a pain pig? I didn't hear you using the safeword when I stretched your balls, John."
Michael left the two, with Benjamin laughing his ass off, at Michael helping to even up the score. He turned, before letting the two out of his sight.
"And guys?"
"Yeah, Michael," the two answered, together.
"No jacking each other off. I want your balls full. Got it?"
They both replied, "Yeah, okay."
"What?" Michael shouted back at them, acting the dominator's part.
"I mean, yes, sir."
"Yes, sir," the other answered.
Michael climbed the stairs, the duffle bag over his shoulder. Even though he wanted to play with Ben and John later, his mind reverted back to Rex and the tender moment they shared. He thought about the possibility of the continuence later, with more kissing, plus claiming Rex's ass, with his 9c love tool.
"What took ya?"
"Oh nothing."
Rex didn't buy that excuse, for one minute.
"Stop to have your cock lubed up, Michael?"
"I talked to them, okay?"
"Sure. Whatever you say Michael."
"I did. But of course, humiliated them some."
"Oh? And what did you do to them?"
"Look out the back window. You'll see."
Rex approached the window, facing the back yard, peering out through the mini-blinds.
"So, they've got their shirts stripped."
"You can't see it from here, but they've got some light welts across their backs and hell, you should see Ben's nips."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Even though he has a chest full of dark fur, the nips show through like ketchup on a white teeshirt."
From the far side of the room they hear, "Hey! What about us?"
"Toytime!" Rex calls out, shifting his attention.
Both tops had grins on their faces and bulges in their pants, as they walked back over to their consentual prisoners. Michael dumped the duffle bag out on the carpet.
"Damn! Where did you get all this stuff, Michael?"
"Collected it over the years. Except for the stuff in that red bag."
"What's in there?"
"Why don't you open it and find out, Rex?"
"You mean that's my present?"
"Yeah."
"Cool!"
The top half of the green duffle bag contained the red bag. So, half of the weight now belonged to Rex.
"I better open it over here."
"No, no, Rex. Doesn't matter. The new toys are all different than what I have in my duffle bag."
"Oh, so there's no ball stretchers in here?"
"Sure, there is. Different than what I have."
"I still don't get it."
"Okay, so my gift to you is everything, but the red bag has newer toys."
"Everything? I can't take your toy collection, Michael. What are you going to use?"
"The toy collection."
"Wait. You have me totally confused here, Michael."
"What about our torture?" They hear, this time from Philip's mouth.
"Let's get them settled first, then we can talk?"
"You got it, Rex. The clothespins are in the plastic bag."
Before the two tormentors got started, they blindfolded each of their jocktoys. Rex picked up the large bag full of wooden clothespins. Michael already massaged Steve's nips, readying them for the pinning. He ignored the nipmeat, placing a clothespin on either side. Then, in straight rows, lined each side of Steve's pec, pinning the whole lower edge of his pec with the wooden devils. Rex followed each step, clipping the wooden clothespins on Philip's body. Each boy howled, as their bodies began to resemble porcupines.
"Cool, how the pins are lining their abs, Michael."
"That's nothing, Rex. Wait til we pin these all over their balls. You'll get a kick out of seeing what it looks like."
Indeed, as Steve and Philip cried out in pain, arching their bodies, Rex laughed at the sight of their big balls and the wooden clothespins taking up every bit of scrotal space.
"Told you it looked weird, Rex."
"Yeah. Hey, look at the bead of cum on their cocks."
"Ready for number seventy-five?"
"Oh yeah. We do have one last one. Where's it going, Michael?"
"Right where it's needed. To plug the leak."
"What? Their piss slit?" Rex questioned.
Michael pinched the end of Steve's cockhead and then centered the last wooden clothespin over it.
"C'mon. Let's do this together, Rex."
"Okay."
Rex took hold of Philip's cockhead, narrowing the piss slit.
"On the count of three, Rex," Michael told him, but signaled to let go on 'two', blocking the detail from the blindfolded, bound jocks.
The boys wailed when the two released the tension of the wooden clothespins, causing unbearable pain. The twisting of their bodies on the bed, made Rex and Michael remove themselves, to a distant location, to watch the two enjoying the sweet torture.
"Um, I suppose you didn't clip their nips for a certain reason, Michael?"
"Punishment time!"
Rex watched Michael, grinning, as he bent over the pile. When he stood, he held two sets of nip clamps in his hand.
"Here."
"Rubbery."
"Yeah. If you want we can take the rubber off."
"Maybe later."
"Hot, Rex. Yeah, torture them easy now and later when their nips are raw, we'll let the sharp teeth torture them some more!"
"Sadist!" Rex accused Michael, smiling.
Michael retorted, "Takes one to know one!"
"Did you hear that?"
"Not enough pain, I'd venture to guess," Michael replies to the sounds of giggles, from the bed.
Rex leads Michael over to the bed, peering down at the two eighteen year olds with wooden clothespins lining their pecs, abs, set on their balls like porcupines, finishing off the detail with a clothespin on each of their piss slits. To both of the tormentor's surprise, their bound bdsmer's, sighed at the sharp pain of clamps being adhered to their nips, then 'oohed' at the awesome feeling that sent charges of pleasure streaking down to their cocks.
"Hee heeee... look at the wiggling clothespins, Rex."
"I see Michael. I see."
Rex and Michael gave their crotches ample stroking.
"My turn to shake the dice.... 10 minutes."
"Cool!" Michael calls out. "Six and six? Oh man are you lucky, Rex!"
"Alright! Two hours of ball torture!"
"Um, with or without the clothespins?"
"How about we split it up?"
"So, what's your plan, Rex?"
"Do you have two of those dowel sticks you use for navel torture, Michael?"
"Sure. What size?"
"Doesn't matter. We need two."
Michael rummages through the duffle bag contents, picking two dowel sticks up off the floor.
"They'll do fine. Now, you fix Steve up with a noose around his balls and I'll take care of Philip."
"Hot!" Michael replies, tossing a long leather lace to Rex," for usage around Philip's ballsacs.
Each fashion their leather lace into a hangman's noose. Widening the lasso, they uncaringly slip the large circle over the clothespins and sacs.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" The teen jocks scream out, as the fitting of the leather nooses are stretched over the wooden clothespins.
Michael releases the body harness that chokes Steve's balls and replaces the taut chokehold with the leather lace. He tightens it, not caring if the leather texture pinches the skin between Steve's cock and balls. This further adds to Steve's pain ratio.
After Michael stops tightening the lace, Steve replies to the vicious pain, "Ooooooh man... I'm sure going to miss all of this hot treatment!"
Rex smiles, secretly refuting Steve's assumption.
"Now what do you want me to do, Rex?"
"Do this, Michael."
Rex unties Philip's feet from the bottom of the bed. He next places the dowel stick to the soles of Philip's feet, then ties the stick in place, utilizing his toes as anchors. Both feet are now bound tightly to the dowel stick, stuck like glue to the soles of Philip's feet. Rex then bends Philip's legs, pushing his knees high in the air, his soles flat against the mattress.
Michael follows each action, now copying Rex, as he ties the other end of the laced balls, to the middle of the dowel stick, between Steve's feet.
"Now the fun begins... go ahead Philip... stretch your legs out straight."
Steve follows suit, according to Michael's order, to now stretch his legs out straight.
"They don't have to do it all at once, Michael."
"No? How's that go, Rex?"
"Our boys have an hour to stretch their legs out straight."
"Hot ball torture, Rex. Man, they've got a lot of sac to stretch."
"Now, what are we going to busy ourselves with, Michael?"
"Huh?"
"Why don't we rid ourselves of this confining leather and get comfortable, Michael?"
"Comfortable? What do you mean by that, Rex?"
"You've known me for eighteen years, Michael. I think it's time we've gotten more... intimate?"
"Meaning, like have sex?"
"Yeah... hee heee..."
"I don't like the sound of that laugh, Rex."
"You don't think I would go away to college and leave you to Benjamin and John, do you, Michael?"
Michael backs Rex up to the wall.
"Okay, talk!"
"Don't crowd me, Michael," Rex says, eluding the pinning of his body against the wallpapered sheetrock.
"Slippery, are we?"
"Wait til our bodies start sweating!"
Rex removes the harness that covered his chest and stomach. He begins wiggling out of the chaps.
"I don't think we should be doing this, Rex. If your father.."
"My father? Do you think he doesn't know about what I do, Michael?"
"Huh? You mean he knows about the bdsm?"
"Sure. I've worked his balls some."
"Oh shit! No! You tortured your father's balls?"
"Yeah, and he loves the taste of mine!"
The thirty-four year old stood there, his hands on his hips, eyeing Rex up and down.
"Okay... out with it... what's this all about, Rex?"
"I call it, 'The Dad Collection'. C'mon. I'll show it to you."
Rex pops a CD into the harddrive. Engaging, the disc reveals it's first image, Mr. Jarvis' face, then the same pic, distanced, with him barechested.
"How did you accomplish this, Rex?"
"How else? Blackmail."
"Hmm... didn't know your father had such a hot navel. Not bad nips, either."
"Yeah and he doesn't have a deep navel either."
"Pity," Michael comments.
"Here we go... his balls in their natural setting annnnnnnnd... voila! stretched!"
"I can't believe it!"
"Yeah. Oh, here it comes... listen..."
Michael gazes at the computer monitor. Next thing to unfold is Rex's father, balls stretched out with a pair of tennis sneakers hanging off the edge of the bed, tied to the man's balls, saying, "Ooooh that feels so hot, son!"
"Son? I can't believe he caved in to you, Rex."
"Is that good or bad?"
"Depends on where it's going to get you."
"Oh, it's gotten me far already. I mean it would be a crying sin if this CD should happen to fall into the inter office mail and wind up at the next board meeting."
"He's your father, Rex."
"Michael, I'm surprised at you."
"For doing what?"
"Siding with the guy that calls himself 'father'. Shit! Father? Yeah right! He never did anything for me. You... You, Michael.. you've been more of a father to me than him!"
As Rex poured his heart out, the CD played on, his father shot from different angles, his balls stretched to the limits and beyond.
"How did you get him to say he likes it?"
"Hee heee... he didn't."
"Huh? How's that go, Rex?"
"I reconditioned Steve's voice, making it sound the same as my dad's. Used that new 'Soundwaves' software program."
"But that's not on the market yet, Rex."
"Yeah. I found an in to their website and 'borrowed' the means to edit Steve's voice to sound like my father's."
"I don't know how you did it, Rex. But, you're a genius. So, why did you do it?"
"Told you."
"No, no, no... I know you, Rex Jarvis. There's more than that, for a reason. C'mon. Talk."
"Alright, but first let's get comfortable, Michael?"
Taking Michael's hand, Rex led him out of his bedroom and into another.
"Hmm.... your brother has some nice stuff, Rex."
"Yeah. The perfect athlete."
"Heeey now, Rex. He 'is' your brother."
"Brother? Father? What's the fucking difference, Michael?"
"I thought when Peter left for college you two made up?"
"Shit, Michael! I can't believe he fooled you."
"Do you mean that parting gift, the long farewell speech about brotherly love and being close, had been a put on?"
"Michael, you grew up with us. How could you be so blind?"
"I realize that you two weren't exactly budding brothers, but Peter 'did' seem to be geniune, Rex."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this."
"Okay, Rex. So I bought Peter's line. I'm sure you two will still be distant, now that he's away and you'll probably not have your paths cross too many times, in the future."
"Oh no. That's where you're wrong, Michael."
Rex tore the comforter and sheets down from the top of the kingsized bed. Taking a leap, he literally jumped into bed.
"Y'know, Rex, I've entirely underestimated you're lack of forthrightness, over the past couple of years."
"Ain't it the truth, Michael. Now are you going to strip that leather gear off and come make love to me or what?"
Michael never did a striptease so fast. Especially where leather was concerned. It wasn't like cotton fabric, so pliable that it tore right from a guy's body. Yet, he seemed to strip at the same rate, looking upon Rex's eighteen year old body, lying flat on the bed. After Michael stood there, totally devoid of his clothes, he smiled, climbing on the bed, crawling up to the blonde, eyeing up the trail that led to the navel.
"Yeah. C'mon Michael. Lick me... get that tongue on my body!"
Stoppping his crawl, before reaching the teen jock, Michael began thinking opposite thoughts, like, 'Me, lick him? I thought...' However, as he looked into Rex's deep, crystalline blue eyes, he felt surrender, as his heart weakened.
"Forget the navel, Michael. Lick the scum off my cockhead!"
Michael again stopped, then sat up on his knees, questioning, "Um, I'm a top. Remember?"
"That makes two of us, Michael. One of us has to give in!"
The thirty-four year old sat there, one hand on his left thigh, contemplating. The other hand rubbed the middle of his dark brown, hairy chest, then slid down his trail.
"Don't touch your cock, Michael," Rex commanded, as he saw where Michael's hand was headed.
"Huh?" Michael said, looking down, holding his hand in place, just above his navel. "Now, look here, Rex...."
"Yes, Michael?" Rex grinned.
In all of his years, playing with high school guys, college jocks, guys in their 20's, 30's, 40's and 50's, gay and bi, none has ever had the audacity to even suggest the bottom position. Yet, here lie an 18yo, bent on having him submit.
"I bet you've never serviced a guy's cock and balls before. Is that it, Michael?"
"Have you, Rex?"
"You know, Michael, if you had been one of my boytoys, your ass would be red as a beet?"
"But, I'm 'not' one of your boytoys, Rex," Michael replied, crashing into the bed next to Rex.
Still apprehensive about conceding to the bottom role, Michael lay next to Rex, having the compulsion to lock lips. The older man needed to have him. Seemingly, the cost came to, at any price, seeing that the teen jock wasn't giving in. His will to surrender grew more impulsive. Knowing Rex's personality changes that began to occur, Michael sensed that of the two of them, his desire to dominate slowly expired.
"I want you, Michael," Rex divulged, as their lips unlocked.
Michael, in a last effort attempt, tried to break free of the young blonde's charmed hold over him. A mellow feeling draped over Michael's being. Getting up off of the mattress, the alluring fixation couldn't be broken, as he gazed into Rex's eyes.
"Go for it, Michael. I know you want me, too."
This is the direction that caved in Michael's resistance. His comments to himself, regarding taking the reins and invading the youth's private chamber, wittled away, decimating his desire to lead and turning him into a slave to Rex's will.
"Oooooh yeah!" Rex called out, as he felt Nichael's tongue lick under his neck.
Changing position on the bed, Michael's hairy bod now towered over Rex. His tongue licked under the teen's chin, then down the smooth chest, relieving the bod of any building sweat.
"Not too much licking my nips or you'll have me shooting my load."
"Hmm... always thought you had been capable of multiple orgasms, Rex?"
"Paced, Michael, but...."
"But what, Rex?"
"Then again, no man has affected me the way you have, Michael."
Smiling, Michael's tongue went back to work. In an act of commenting towards the sensitive comment, his tongue glazed over each nip once. However, his hand knew how to prevent an accidental splatting.
"Sly, Michael."
"Hey, you wouldn't be the first guy that needed help controlling himself, Rex!"
Both giggled at Michael's humorous logic, slightly pinching the tip of Rex's cockslit. As Michael's hand slid down the shaft, his bod rearranged itself, so that his face lingered over the lightly haired jock pubes.
"Go ahead, Michael."
"Oh I will. It's just that... it's been a long time, Rex."
"Long time? Shit, Michael! I had no idea that you ever touched a cock with your tongue."
"Yeah," Michael admitted, almost in embarrassment.
"When? How?"
"About twenty-five year's ago."
Rex did the math quickly, revealing, "Nine years old?"
"Yeah. The experience actually drove me into wanting to dominate... top guys."
Rex wasn't without passion. In fact, especially, for whatever reasons, which remained undeterminable, when it came to Michael's wellbeing.
"Let's talk about it, Michael."
"Nah. Not right now. Maybe later, Rex."
"Sure?"
"Yeah. Last time I sucked cock, I had been forced to do it."
"And now?"
"Now," Michael hesitated, glancing to Rex's stiff 8.5c and then back at the blonde's caring look on his face, replied, "this is of my own free will. No, not like that, this is going to be an enjoyable time of my life. Rex...."
A silence followed, as Michael looked to young man, positioned on the pillows. Rex reached out, holding Michael's cheeks in his hands.
"What Rex?"
"Rex, I want you on any condition. Rex, I.... I submit to you."
"I know it takes a lot for you to say that and I know that you feel the way I do, Michael."
"You do? The way I do?"
"Hell yeah. You don't want to give up being who you are, but you're doing it because... you love me, right?"
"And you love me, Rex."
"Yeah, exactly, Michael."
But, it had become understood that Michael wanted to make the supreme sacrifice. So, without further hesitation, he lowered his bod, sticking tongue out and tasting cock, for the first time in twenty-five years. Unlike years ago, under the hand of a dominant uncle, Michael chose to touch the tip of his tongue to the waiting shaft tip. As he balanced himself against the mattress, his hands against the sheets, arms to the sides of Rex's body, he slowly went down on the 8.5c shaft, pursing his lips to massage it.
"Ooooooh yeah!" Rex sighed out loudly.
Moving his hands to the thirty-four year old's hairy arms, he massaged them, combing through the soft fur. Thinking of Michael, he wondered what pride he had left, in affecting his top status.
"Michael?"
"Yeah?" He briefly interrupted his sucking action, then going back down on the hard cock, pressing it to the back of his mouth.
"I... you know I'm going to want to claim you?"
Rex waited for a response. The joyous feeling of having his cock massaged stopped. Michael didn't look up.
Changing his approach, Rex stated, "But I don't have to do it tonight."
"Yes you do," Michael decided, looking at the reality of the situation. "You pass up tonight, Rex and I know I'll lose my nerve."
"Michael?"
"Huh?"
"You said you sucked cock, but have you... um...."
"Ever been fucked?" Michael spelled out the trick question.
"Was wondering."
"Yeah, Rex. You'll be taking my cherry."
Like Steven, Rex didn't mind fucking him over dozens of times a month, for years, but when it came to the man he decided he wanted forever, the stakes became higher.
"And you don't have a problem with that, Michael?"
Michael showed him the reality of his feelings, shimmying himself upwards, chest meeting chest, lips meeting lips.
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