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All In The Eyes Chapter 2
by MudrunnerNC
I wake up with sweat glistening all over my body. I am rock hard and all I can think is that didn’t taste so bad. Is this all some strange dream? I look down and still have the bracelet on and hanging off my robe hook is the wet suit. It looks incredible and I have to put it on again. When I put it on I have this feeling, call it satisfaction or a feeling of home. I am looking in the mirror and running my hands along my body. Just as things start heating up I hear the front door open. Jeff must be back from his trip. The fog in my brain starts to clear and I panic thinking what he will think if he sees me like this.“Hey Tyler, you in there?” Oh shit. “I’ll be right out.” The door opens and Jeff stops mid sentence, “Do you want to hit…what the fuck is that?” I scramble, my mind is telling me to not let Jeff in on my little secret. “I got this new wet suit for a trip I’m planning to California. Plan to do some surfing.” I decide to go to the gym, so I change quickly and we head out.
Our workouts are always hard as we both push each other to our limits. It was tough fighting my urge to be excited, seeing Jeff’s muscles strain. I could not help but wonder what he would taste like. I would start to get hard and then have to think of something to calm down. Jeff seemed to be intent on getting the workout finished. He almost seemed a little uncomfortable. I didn’t press him for answers. Little did I know that the very thing that caught me in this trap had begun to work its magic with Jeff. I was not controlling him or making any suggestions that would persuade him, but my scent was getting to him. Making him think some very strange thoughts. A few times he could not help but check out my ass and groin or my biceps as I was doing pull-ups. The motion of my body going up and down was almost too much to handle. “Let’s hit the showers…I’m beat” was all he could say to get out of this situation.
That night, the wet suit was calling to me and I knew that I needed to get to the Club. Luckily Jeff had taken off to go out on a date with Cindy, his long time girlfriend. I made my way into the Club and stood just inside the entrance breathing deeply. I was excited and confused. Deep down I knew that I should not be here, but I had to see Damien. The bar was packed, with some casual talking, some groping and then on these smaller stages guys were tied down while leather men worked them over. One scene was particularly hot. A innocent looking jock in his 20’s with a cross country build was laying face down on a rounded bench, leaving his ass hanging out like a dart board waiting to be used. His hands were tied behind his back with black rope. This studs legs were individually tied so they were bent at the knee, hanging off the bench and his ankle nearly touch his ass. I could hear him begging this well endowed muscle god, wearing only leather boots and a black leather cap to let him go. The muscle god did not speak, he watched another stud dressed in a wet suit similar to mine slicked the jocks hole with his tongue.
The jocks voice began to train off. “Please. Please let me…ugh…go. I’m not gay. I got the wrong…ugh…bar. I’m supposed to…oh god…be meeting my…fuck…ahhh…friends across the street.” The muscle god pushed his slave out of the way and positioned his dick at his hole. A look of lust and panic crossed the young jocks face…until he screamed in pain from the slow entry. The muscle god grabbed the jock by his hips and just started pumping hard. He was fucking that poor kid with a vengeance. I was enthralled at the sight. After what seemed like 20 minutes he came hard inside the jock. The slave untied the jocks legs. The muscle god ordered him to clean off his cock. The jock slid to his knees and started licking lightly at first. Once the taste reached his tongue he took the cock as far in his mouth as he could and sucked as hard as he could. The muscle god came again, this time in his mouth. He picked the jock up and gave him a commanding kiss. “Thank you, SIR.” was all the jock could say.
I walked to the bar and started downing some drinks. A lot of the guys were checking me out, but no one approached. I was already assigned to Damien and no one would get in the way. I was leaning on the bar scanning the room hoping to glimpse of him. Why was I so drawn to him? No one else here seemed to measure up. The bartender came over and told me I should check out the back rooms. I made my way to the back of the club and started to explore. There was a dark corridor and I could tell that I was passing rooms filled with sounds of pain and pleasure. I stopped, listening to each door and getting more and more turned on. I rounded a corner and could see light a glow coming from a nearby keyhole. I inched slowly, bent down a looked in. The door lead into a room that was a bike shop with motorcycles around in various states. I saw Damien with my captors from last night only this time he was being held down and man handled.
He was bent over a motorcycle while Master (where did that come from) pounded his ass. The other man was feeding him his cock pounding his face with abandon. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was so hot and they all had a silver cock ring on. I started to wonder what it would feel like to be on the bike and take that ride. My mind started racing. This was going to far. I am not gay. I need to get the fuck out of here. Almost on queue both men shot their load into Damien. I was shocked as a wave of pleasure ran through me as if Damien and I were connected. I let out a soft moan and everyone’s heads shot up. This had gone too far. There is no way I am getting fucked. I started to bolt back through the hallway and into the club. I went through the front door and was on autopilot. I ran down an alleyway thinking that they would never find me there. I came around a bend and ran right into Damien. The garage door was open behind him and I could see the slaves wiping down the bike.
“Don’t fight it. I am already inside you. We are already linked.” I could feel his hands running down my side and my abs teasing just above my cock. “Let go…I don’t want to do this. Please.” The Masters wing man, Cooper, came up from behind and held me in place. Damien lifted his arm and placed his hand behind his head. His other arm pulled me closer to his pit but I fought. I closed my eyes or looked to the side to keep from making eye contact. Just then Cooper jabbed me in my side and then pushed with one hand and my nose was buried in. They held me there and I had no way to escape. I tried to keep from breathing in but it was only a matter of time. I held out as long as I could, but I could hear Damien inside me head…don’t fight it…don’t fight it…don’t fight it. I gave up and breathed deeply. That’s it, calm deep breaths. I felt myself getting hard again. “Lick it” Cooper demanded. I stuck my tongue out and expected to be sick. It was incredible. I was lost and don’t know how long I was there. I felt pressure on my shoulders.
I knelt down and Damien’s cock was staring me right in the face. Pre-cum oozing from the hard fuck he had received and from my pit cleaning. Never in my life would I have imagined being down on my knees getting ready to put a guys dick in my mouth. Damien moved closer and positioned his dick on my lips. The pre-cum was slicking up my mouth. I looked up into Damien’s eyes and opened my mouth. He slid his member in and let me savor the taste. I felt this flash in my minds eye, seeing a Damien’s first time sucking the Master. It was almost like a download of an instruction manual. I just followed the rhythm and kept picking up the pace. I was focused and my only mission was to please Damien. He started to hold the back of my head and push his cock deeper into my throat.
I could feel Damien’s pleasure and that was pushing me over the edge. His body tensed and we both came and I made sure not to miss a drop. When he was finished, I fell back on the floor. My head was spinning.
I woke with a start as Jeff slammed the door to the apartment. I was drenched in sweat, completely naked except for the leather bracelet and a silver cock ring that felt amazing. “Tyler you in there…I got to talk.” I threw on some shorts and opened the door. Jeff took a deep breath ready to say something then stopped. “What’s up Jeff?” “Fucking Cindy. I kept telling her I needed some action, hell I was away for a week and she kept taking her sweet time. “ I reached over my head and held the wall listening intently. He started to look a little distracted. “Then she finally agrees and we are kissing and shit, but she’s just not getting aggressive enough. She starts going down on me and I’m not even getting hard. I tell her to put in a little more effort, you know suck the damn thing and she gets pissed off and walks out. “ He is still venting, but I am thinking about Damien’s hard dick in my mouth and the work I put into it. I notice that sweat is forming on my forehead and running down my side.
I am so close to Jeff and he is starting to breath deeply taking in my scent. He looks down at the bulge in my shorts and is starting to do the same. What the fuck is wrong with me? Jeff is so confused…I could not get hard for my girlfriend but my best friend has got me going. I adjust myself and then looked up, catching Jeff looking at my package. “Fuck it…I am so drunk…I need to get to bed.”
Jeff ran to his bedroom, stripped down and crashed on his bed. Try as he might he could not fall asleep and he found his hand kept drifting down to his erect cock. His other hand kept touching each nipple, teasing them…something he never even tried before. He started to stroke his cock and found that he could not bring any visions of models or girls that he had been with in the past into his mind. He kept thinking about guys at the gym, me dressed in my shorts sweaty and bulging and then scenes from a bar with leather clad men and guys dressed in wet suits like the one that I had. He tried to fight it but his cock felt so good and he had to cum bad. He stroking hard and moaning so hard…and then he climaxed. It was the strongest orgasm he had ever had and he shot high in the air. His cum landed across in his hair, across his nose and on his mouth. Without though, he licked his lips and fell into a deep slumber.
I laid back down and closed my eyes and scenes of the young jock getting fucked streamed through my mind, then on to Damien getting taken on the bike, and then on to sucking Damien off and both of us cumming. Then I started to dream about being the jock tied down to the bench and Damien positioning himself and pushing at my hole. I woke up to the alarm and a yearning desire to close my eyes and finish the dream.
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* All In The Eyes Chapter 2
14:30 on 2008-03-07 by MudrunnerNC
I wanted to let you know I will do better editing before sending a story up. My computer froze and I thought I had already saved some changes.
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* All In The Eyes Chapter 2
02:02 on 2008-03-08
very hot story. loved the part with the unwilling jock. loving the transformation, unwilling and gradual and so hot. keep it up!
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* All In The Eyes Chapter 2
02:28 on 2008-03-09 by Hyphap
Very nice--I'm excited to see where this goes. The bondage is not my thing, but otherwise it's spot on.
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