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Squeezed Redux Ch. 01

By: sr71plt



Three weeks after my blind date with the delightfully submissive Chris, the teasing waiter from the bar where our blind date had started came back into my life. We were hiring an office assistant, a general gofer, in the office, and there he was among the applicants. His application wasn't among the best, and I certainly didn't know him from Adam before the interviews, but somehow he had managed an interview appointment with me.

I recognized him instantly when he walked into the office, and it was clear that he knew exactly who I was and where he'd last seen me as well.

The interview was a little awkward, and I asked him some pretty tough questions, trying to make him see that he just wasn't qualified for this job.

"You don't even look like you're old enough," I said.

"I'm nearly nineteen," he said. "You can see it right there on my application. I've graduated from high school and am taking weekend college course—and I've worked for a living for nearly five years. There probably isn't anything in this job that I haven't done for a boss already." He gave me a meaningful look, which I chose to ignore.

"I just don't see the qualifications in your application," I persisted.

"I'm sure I'm qualified, probably the best qualified," he said, batting long golden-red lashes, covering enticing green eyes.

"How do you figure that?" I asked somewhat belligerently.

"I've been a cocktail waiter for some time now. That made me the gofer for the bar, and that's essentially what the job you have here is. A gofer. I am interested in being a full-service employee here. I know you'll be pleased with my service."

"I don't think you have any idea what you are suggesting," I said.

"Oh, I think I do," he answered. "I've talked with Chris about you. He's one of our regulars.

Of course he was the one who got the job.

Three days after Jimmy started, he stayed late to help me wrap up a sticky project proposal. I was tense and tired and grouchy, and he was being just has helpful and understanding as he could be.

Long after all of the lights in the other offices had gone off, I reached a difficult point in what I was writing and couldn't decide just which way to take the proposal from here. With an "Arghh," I just threw myself back in my chair and laid the back of my hand across my eyes.

"What you need is to release some of that tension," a voice wafted over to me from across the room.

I opened my eyes, and there Jimmy stood, in the doorway. Completely naked. His compact little body was beautiful. He was on the solid, curvy side. A barrel chest, tapering down to a thin waist and hips, but with round, bulbous butt cheeks. He was a natural red head, and a respectable cock and set of balls plunged down from a profusion of pubic hair. There was a curve of curly red hair cupping both of his bulging pecs and a trail of hair traveled down his chest and belly and met his pubes. His thighs were covered in a red down. He'd let his hair down, and it fell down to his shoulder in a curly profusion. He looked like a Greek warrior to me. Compact and proficient, and covered in brown freckles.

I sat there, dumbfounded, as he strutted over to me and reached down and unbuttoned my dress shirt. He knelt in front of me, between my spread legs, and kissed and tongued his way around my nipples as he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and unzipped my fly. He fished out my cock and made all of the usual appreciative comments I'd heard from my previous lovers about its length and breadth. He sucked me off, and I just sat there and let him do it, letting him slurp on my engorging dick as he ran his hands around my chest.

I was still sitting there, in passive shock, as he stood up, reached behind him for a tube of lubricant, greased up my pole and then came down with his knees on either side of my thighs and slowly, and with a lot of noise and thrashing about, lowered his ass on my erect cock. Not much more than the dick head had disappeared though. He was having trouble taking me in. He was pretty tight even when he was stretching as much as he could.

I was feeling nothing, though, and the tension was building rather than receding. This isn't the way I wanted it. This wasn't what turned me on. He pulled my head up to his with a grip on my tie and kissed me. This wasn't me controlling the fuck. This was him, a young tease, controlling me. I wasn't the boss; he was trying to be the boss.

With a feral sound emitting from my gut, I rose up out the chair and turned him and slammed him down on his belly on my desktop. Ripping my belt out of my trousers, which had fallen to my knees when I'd stood up, I tied his hands together above his head. Leaving him there for a couple of seconds, winded from an unsuccessful effort to fight me on tying up his hands, I went over to the door and found the pants that he had stripped off. Instead of a belt, he'd had two leather strips wound together around his waist. Perfect. I took these and, returning to the desk, wrapped and tied them around Jimmy's legs just below his knees.

Then I showed him that, with me in control rather than him, I could get my big cock into his ass even when his passage was tighter than it was when he tried. I grabbed his bulbous butt cheeks with my hands, positioned my cock at his hole, and pushed, ignoring my own pain at the tight fit. Of course he yowled in pain and frustration, as I pushed in three inches in one strong, initial thrust.

"Ahhh," he yelped. But then he wiggled his butt at me.

"Any more?" I asked. "Have you had enough?"

"Piece of cake, boss man," he yelled back at me. And then he laughed.

He laughed! Five inches into him, with both of us grunting from the effort and pain. But he was still laughing.

"What is it with you?" I said. "You said you'd talked to Chris, and he must have told you what I liked." Six inches in.

"He did," the youth replied and then laughed again. "He said you were into total control. Well, I'm into controlling the controllers. You can't touch me. I don't care how long or thick you've got. Before you're done, I will have tamed you. Admit it. You love my body and this ass."

And I did. I loved fucking this red-headed warrior. But control was necessary. No, control was everything. With a thrust, I went in to the hilt. All eight and a half inches.

He was gulping and panting and grunting now. But he also managed a weak laugh. "Untie me, man," he whispered. "Untie me and let's fuck on equal terms. I can make it so nice for you."

He simply didn't understand. I had to have control and tightness and total submission. The pleasure just didn't reach where it needed to go without that. He was wriggling his butt at me again—stroking against my buried cock, so that he was fucking himself. This wasn't the control I needed.

I turned, searching the office. The window blind cord. I pulled out of him, and went over and jerked it down. Then I went around to the front of the desk and tied one end through the belt holding his hands together over his head. I ran the cord back through the kneehole in the desk and tied it through his leg bindings and pulled the cord tight, holding his legs and arms still with the tight tension of the stretched cord. When I was in the front of the desk, I'd notice that there was an open slat there at the top of the kneehole. I ripped off my tie, and made a noose knot in it and put it over Jimmy's head and tightened it around his neck. I tied the other end off through the slat, thus keeping Jimmy's cheek flat against the desk top. He was totally trussed up now. I had physical control. Total control. What could I do about total submission. My rocks ached. I needed to get them off. I needed to release this tension.

Maybe eight and a half thick inches weren't enough with this guy, even with his ass tightened up. I reached down and opened the bottom drawer of my desk and buried my hand under a pile of papers. I came up with a leather, studded penis sheath with a two-inch extension capped with an extra large stud-covered bulb I'd bought but never used before.

I sheathed my cock with the oversized studded harness and positioned myself behind the fully trussed figure again. Once more, I palmed the rounded butt cheeks and pushed my sheathed cock up to the opening of the puckered, lubricant-slathered hole with its circle of golden-red curly hair. Jimmy moaned and groaned "Oh, shit. Oh, God, no, nooooo!" he muttered, as I rotated the studded sheath head around his hole, relentlessly working it into the hole.

"The only way you are going to continue working here and having the privilege of releasing my tension is by submitting totally to me," I said. "Do you submit?"

No answer.

With a push, I'd worked the sheath head and the extra two inches into the asshole.

Jimmy cried. "Yes, OK, I submit!"

"That sounds good, but I don't believe for a minute that you believe it yet."

Now the first of my own eight and a half inches was inside. Then I was up to the rim of my own dick head. He was trembling under me and moaning for me to stop, that I was splitting him. Several more inches in and he was beginning to really feel those studs. I took the unburied part of my dick in my hand and rotated it around in his canal, coaxing him to open more to me. He was crying and moaning now. The laughter was behind us.

He kept screaming that he submitted, that I'd won, and I kept creeping up his canal, until I only had three inches outside him. With the extension, I was in a good seven and a half inches now.

"How? How can I convince you I submit?" he whimpered.

"I'll feel it in your body," I answered. "When you've totally submitted, all of the tension will go out of your body, and you'll stop yelling at me. You'll take it silently, just like Chris did. Totally mine. And then I'll encase your body with mine, and we'll be one. The submissive you and the dominant me. Only then can you work here with me and be my assistant and an acceptable bottom to my top."

"OK, OK, I'll try," he whimpered. "I want to be here. I want your cock inside me. I submit. Totally."

And I did, indeed, feel the tension slowly leaving his body, and he went silent, except for a few grunts and groans he couldn't suppress, while I pushed the last three inches of leather and stud augmented penis into his tightened asshole. I left it in there, all the way in, for several minutes as I felt the tension and fight draining out of him.

"Now, would you like to try the real fuck I'd intended, me the total master and you the total supplicant?" I asked him.

"Yes, please," he said with a new submissive tone to his voice.

I pulled my enhanced cock out of him then, and removed the sheath. Then I covered him in the way that brought me maximum pleasure and sexual release. I put my legs on either side of his and brought them in close. I reentered him with my unsheathed cock several inches and laid down close on top of him, my belly against the small of his back and my chest pushing into his shoulder blades. I wrapped one arm around his torso and played with his nipples, while the other hand went to his belly and, as my bare cock steamed slowly up his ass passage, lowered to his cock and balls. I nuzzled his neck with my lips and teeth and then moved my head until I was cheek to cheek with him. I could feel the tears he still was shedding. I stroked his cock, pumping him to an ejaculation while, once my cock was in him to the hilt, I began slowly pumping him with my own cock.

He was loving it now, now that the fight was out of him and now that he felt the pleasure of my body totally possessing his. If Chris had told him how good this could be for him, he hadn't been listening. If he'd realized, maybe he wouldn't have fought me for control. But he was young and cocky, so maybe this had been inevitable.

"Oh, God, yessss," he was whimpering. "Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Like that. Yessss. Don't stop." And I didn't stop, at least for several minutes. A few minutes after he had spilled his seed on the carpet behind my desk, I shot my load into him. He was totally mine now—or so I thought, not fully understanding the nature of youth. 

Squeezed Redux Ch. 02



I reached up and released the tie that had held my assistant, Jimmy's, head in place on my desktop and turned his head so that we could kiss. I laid there, his arms and legs still tied off close together through the kneehole in the desk, closely encasing him for a good twenty minutes, fully intending to fuck him again, to get my rocks off again, before I released him. I wanted to see those green eyes floating in semen. I was testing him, waiting for him to ask to be released, and then in one more assault on his asshole, I'd teach him once and for all that it was over when I said it was over. But he didn't say anything. Maybe he understood what total submission was now.

But, then, maybe not, because I whispered in his ear. "Are you totally mine now? Can we move forward with no more of this nonsense from you, or are you out on your rear from this job?"

"Yes, yes, I'm totally yours now," he whispered back to me. "I want you now more than ever before. But only if you throw that nasty penis sheath thing away."

Ah, now, this wasn't being totally submissive. So, I would take that last fuck—and then maybe another one after that, if necessary—but it wasn't going to be the fuck that I'd anticipated.

With a sigh, I pulled out of him and picked up the expander sheath I'd penetrated him with before. I strapped it onto my penis and then I enfolded Jimmy once again in the close body meld that turned me on and fucked his brains out at ten and a half leather- and stud-augmented inches. He understood where he'd gone wrong now—at last—and he took this fuck quietly and stoically and said all of the right things when it was over.

But he was right about one thing he'd said in the beginning of the evening. When I was finished, all tension had left me and I was able to release him from the desk and get back to my computer. I wrapped up a winning proposal in short order.

While I was finishing up my work, Jimmy moved around as if in a trance, picking up his clothes and padding off with a bow-legged gait to the men's room to clean himself up. When he was back together, he returned and asked me if he was needed any more this evening. I instructed him to sit on the sofa in my office and wait until I released him. He sat without question or complaint. A good sign.

I was still naked, except for my dress shirt draped from my shoulders and my shoes and socks. But I'd come out of the last fuck so invigorated and so sure now of where I wanted this proposal to go that I had just plopped down and began to work my computer keyboard. More than an hour later, I pushed the save button one last time and stood up and stretched. I felt really good, full of energy. A good job done.

I looked around and there sat Jimmy, waiting for me to release him for the evening.

"Stand up and strip," I said.

Jimmy started to say something, but then he remembered that we were having a little lesson in domination. He stood and stripped down again. He still looked beautiful. There was no sign of the ordeal he'd gone through the earlier in the evening.

"Stand over there, in the center of the room." He followed my command.

I picked up the blind cord and the tube of lubricant and walked over to him. "Down on your knees and open your mouth to me," I said. He did so, and reached for my cock. "No," I said. "I just said to open to me, not to show any signs of control. Hold perfectly still. And raise your wrists to me."

I tied off his wrists again and pushed them to his back. I pushed my cock into his mouth with one hand and then I took his head with both of my hands. "A lesson of control," I said. "I control everything. You control nothing. All you are is a warm, wet chamber for my cock. Just be warm and wet and open to me. Leave the rest of the control to me."

And although he couldn't help gagging a bit, he tried to comply fully with me. Maybe he had learned what I demanded.

"Now go tighter. Touch me closely on all sides." That wasn't as hard to do as it sounded, because I was so thick and long. I pumped his head back and forth on my cock for a few minutes, checking his obedience, which was total, and getting my cock hard again.

Then, pulling out of his mouth, I said, "Go down on your back right here." Jimmy rolled back onto his butt and then on his back without comment or objection. I went down on my knees between his thighs and pulled his butt up on my thighs. I brought his hands over his head and back to his front.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you again. And, as I work my way in, I want you to jerk yourself off. And I want you to cum when I'm in to the hilt—and not before. Understand?"

Jimmy nodded, a serious look on his face. I slathered my dick with lube, guided it to his asshole, and rotated it around, working it in, while he began to stroke himself and pulling at his balls with his bound hands. I could see his mind racing on how he was going to ejaculate on cue. Good. He hadn't questioned the instruction.

I slowly worked my way into him, as he pulled on his cock. I was closely watching the tension build in him and managed to be at eight inches inside him when I said "Now" in a raspy voice and he shot his load up my belly. As he ejaculated, I went in the last half inch. I looked down at the white globs of semen running down my black belly hair and perched on top of his golden-red pubic hairs. I liked what I saw, but this wasn't the turn-on for me. The show of control was turning me on, but I'd need the closeness the merging of bodies before I could reach an orgasm.

"You realize this was just for instruction, don't you?" I said. "I was the one who controlled when you had fulfilled this task, not you. Even though you thought this was your responsibility. It wasn't. You realize that now, don't you? You realize that I held off filling you until you had cum."

"Yes, Sir." Jimmy answered meekly.

"And you know now that this isn't all that I want, don't you? Chris learned quickly. How quickly can you learn?"

"I can learn quickly, Sir," Jimmy answered quietly. "I want you inside me. And I know that you want closeness, tightness as well as submission and control. Is that right?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm going to unbind you now, and I'm going to fuck your lights out right here and in this position, and I want you to show that you can handle the tightness and closeness without the bonds. Chris showed that he could. Let's see if you can. You will know when you succeed because your insides will be bathed in my cum. Do you want that?"

"Oh yes, please, Sir. Flood me with your cum."

I untied him then and enfolded him in my arms, belly to belly and nipples to nipples. His curly red chest hair tickled my pecs. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, holding his back down on the floor. I was pleased when he wrapped his arms around me as well and held me tightly, almost taking the breath out of me with his strong arms. His legs wrapped around mine below my buttocks and he pushed them in toward my legs as strongly as he could, holding me tight and tightening his ass canal as much as he could around my already-buried cock. We kissed deeply and then he buried his face in my neck, trying to pull himself into me at every point as much as he could. I felt the sexual urge flood into me, and I pumped and pumped and pumped at various levels, sometimes pulling out to give his prostate attention. He moaned and trembled at this but continued to hang on to me as tightly as he could.

When I came, flooding the very center of him in spasms of semen, he ejaculated again himself and collapsed back on the rug, arms and legs askew.

"Sorry," he murmured. "It was just too much. I couldn't hang on any longer. I've been royally fucked. This is the greatest."

"Do you want me to pull out of you now?" I asked.

"Whatever you want," he answered quietly. "You are in total control. Do what you want with me."

Good choice. "Well, I want to lay here inside you a bit longer, so tighten up those arms and legs again." He did so, right on cue.

After we'd gotten up and both cleaned up again in the men's room, I told Jimmy to straighten up my office while I tidied up my desk. When we left, I told him we'd use the stairs rather than the elevator. It was twelve flights, but he didn't utter a peep; he just followed me over to the door to the stairwell.

On the sixth-floor landing, I told him to stop and face the banister. He did so without question. I came up close behind him, unzipped my fly and pulled out my blunderbuss. I doubled him over at the waist on the banister with one hand, so that he was facing down the well from the sixth floor, and I worked up my cock again with the other hand. When I was satisfied that I was at least half hard and able to penetrate him, I pulled his pants and briefs down off his buttocks, pushed his legs out to open him up as much as possible under these circumstances, and pushed my dick into his hole. I wasn't fully hard yet and he'd been plowed several times already this evening, so I went in rather easily even in a dry fuck. He grunted and gritted his teeth as I entered him, but he grabbed down for the banister slats with white-knuckled fists and took me without comment or objection.

Once in, I tightened him up by getting his legs between mine. I draped my chest over his back so that we were both folded at the waist over the banister and facing down six flights of stairwells. I latched onto one of his ear lobes with my teeth and held on gently. I covered his fists with mine, holding him as if he once more were bound.

I could feel him grunting and groaning, and then sighing and moaning in ecstasy as my cock lengthened and thickened inside him and filled him once more to capacity. I had made this stop as a further lesson, teaching him to submit to me whenever and wherever I wanted, but I found this place and position—and letting my cock rise within him—even more sexually stimulating than the fucks I'd performed on him earlier in the evening.

As I filled him to the end and started to pump, I took one of his fists and pushed down the front of his pants and we stroked him off together, his hand under mine, encasing his cock, while I controlled the stroking. As I sensed I was cuming, I let loose of his earlobe with my teeth and started tongue-fucking his ear. He held his head closer to my tongue, loving the sensation. Once more we managed to cum almost simultaneously, me deep inside him and he down those six floors of stair well.

"Wow," was all he could say when it was over.

"Yes, wow," I responded. "Now how do you feel about needing control?"

"I'm completely yours. Do what you want with me wherever you want to do me." Again, the right answer.

We left the building, and Jimmy gave a little wave, saying he'd see me the next day, and turned from me to walk down the street away from me.

"You're coming with me," I said. "Here's my car. Get in."

Without hesitation, Jimmy walked over and got in the back of the limousine that was waiting for me at the curb. My burly chauffeur held the door for him just as if this was the most natural thing he'd seen. He and I had already had our innings on the point of who was in control.

We were a good twenty minutes out, cruising to the edge of the city and beyond, when I turned and instructed Jimmy to strip again. I could tell that his instinct was to look toward the back of the chauffeur's head and to say something about the presence of another man, but he gained control of himself in time and proceeded to strip. While he did so, I unbuckled and unzipped my pants and took them off and set them aside. I didn't remove my coat, but I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. I'd be wanting to feel the closeness of skin on skin. I stroked my cock briefly, but I took the cue from the stairwell and didn't wait for it to fully harden.

"Sit down on the floor," I said, and Jimmy sat down on the commodious backseat floor, his back to the bench seat. I went down on my knees in front of him, took his head in my hands and told him to open his mouth to me. He did so, I maneuvered my cock to his lips, and then I face fucked him for a couple of minutes. Just long enough to get my cock good and wet with his spit. Then I turned and sat back on the center of the bench seat and told him to sit on my lap, facing me. He did so. I leaned up and I told him to put his arms around me between my skin and my shirt and jacket and then I leaned back, trapping his arms around me and plastering his chest to mine. I lifted his hips and lowered his ass onto my half hard on, making the entry easier because my cock was slathered up with his spit and because I wasn't fully hard yet.

I rocked back and forth, my dick lengthening and thickening inside him. I didn't feel the strong sexual urge yet, but I was about to fix that. Jimmy had passed the test of being fucked in front of another man. We'd now see how up and close he could sustain this obedience.



Squeezed Redux Ch. 03



"Ted," I said, calling up to the chauffeur. Find a private spot and pull over and come back here. I could feel Jimmy flinch, but I also could feel him willing himself to control his breath and his fear.

Ted pulled over quickly and muscled his way into the back seat. I told him to strip, which he did on the spot, and then I told him to join me in fucking Jimmy, suggesting that he pump himself only to half hard to begin.

Jimmy started to tremble more noticeably. He buried his face in my neck and started to whimper, but he didn't object or question my authority in any way. I asked him then if he wanted out of the car, but he just shook his head and said he was where he wanted to be, that whatever I wanted was good with him.

I scrunched my buttocks farther down toward the front of the seat, my cock still fully buried in Jimmy's ass, and tipped Jimmy up, as Ted approached him from the rear and forced the head of his cock into Jimmy's asshole along the top of my already entrenched and slowly rising cock. Jimmy, driven by instinct even though he had assented to this, tried to pull his arms from behind me, but I held him fast and kept my arms wrapped around his back, holding his bare chest to mine.

Ted pushed in four inches, which gave me a thrill. This was real tightness. My cock quickly accelerated its engorgement, which clicked Ted's button as well. Jimmy involuntarily arched his head and torso back, succeeding in sucking his arms from behind my back. He reached back, trying to get at Ted, but Ted took his wrists in his powerful hands and pulled them out of the way. I grabbed Jimmy by his waist and lowered my lips and teeth to his nipples.

I pushed down on Jimmy's hips pushing him farther down on my now fully hard cock. Ted went with me at that with his own dick, and Jimmy was to find that, although Ted's cock was thinner than mine, it was even longer. Nearly eleven inches long. Jimmy gasped as Ted and I inched our cocks up inside him. He was flailing around involuntarily, but he wasn't giving any indication of intentional opposition to what was happening to him.

"Shh, shh," I said in a ragged voice. "Just quiet down and drain yourself of tension. It will be easier that way. You can take us both. We're almost in now, and you're doing fine. You'll love this when we are in position." This had hit my sexual button. You couldn't get any tighter in an ass than having another throbbing cock in there with you.

Ted had found the leather thongs Jimmy had used for a belt and had tied his wrists up to a strap in the center of the ceiling of the car and now had his own hands free. While I was working Jimmy's nipples and pecs with my tongue and teeth and rocking his hips back and forth on our double-fucking rods with my hands, Ted was playing with Jimmy's balls with one hand and stroking his cock off with the other. Jimmy had his head lolled back on Ted's powerful shoulder and was nodding it back and forth. His eyes were closed tight and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He was licking his lips, trying to control himself, trying to quiet down. I felt Ted's cock head running up along the top of my cock until it met my own. And then it wandered on past for a couple of more inches. Jimmy gulped and groaned as Ted reached the end, probably farther up Jimmy's ass canal than anyone had ever gone before. I noticed that Jimmy's face was turning red.

"Breathe, Jimmy. Breathe," I commanded. "If you breathe normally, it will be just fine."

Jimmy slowly expelled pent-up air in a long, drawn-out breath. He looked down at the sensuous fingers of the chocolate hand that were stroking his cock and sliding around the precum of his cock head. Jimmy seemed mesmerized by that.

"Do you like that, Jimmy? Do you like what Ted is doing to your cock?"

"Yes," Jimmy squeaked.

"Then concentrate on what you like. You are being stroked off by one of the best in the business. Ted has a nice, black cock eleven inches up into you too. Have you ever before had a cock that long?"

"No," Jimmy whispered. "I haven't had a cock over eight inches inside me until you, either."

"And did you like that, Jimmy?"

"Eventually. Yes, I like that when you do it now."

"And you've never been double fucked before, have you?"

"No," he whimpered.

"But you can come to enjoy that too, don't you think, Jimmy?"

"Maybe." And then quickly, because he was afraid this was the wrong answer. "Yes. Whatever you want. I'll love whatever you do to me. Yes, I love to be double fucked."

"Oh, you haven't been double fucked yet, Jimmy. You've just been double penetrated to this point."

Jimmy moaned and he rolled his head back on Ted's shoulder.

"You do want to be double fucked, don't you Jimmy? You do want to learn everything that makes me happy, don't you?"

"Yes," Jimmy said. "Whatever makes you happy."

"Yes, I love tightness and control—and submission, Jimmy. You can't get more tightness than a double fuck. Do you want Ted and me to play you now?"

"Yes."

"Give me a kiss, Ted," I said. "Before we start. Then you know what I like." We leaned in to each other past Jimmy's head and kissed deeply.

"You want to join us, Jimmy?" I asked after Ted and I had disengaged.

"Yes, whatever you want," Jimmy answered.

"And Ted can finish you off while we kiss," I suggested. We went into three-way kissing and tonguing until Jimmy lurched, signaling that Ted had taken him beyond a climax.

"I don't need you to tighten yourself for me for this, Jimmy," I then said. "This is when you can get those legs stretched out and open your hole as much as you can. I suggest you find a foothold somewhere above your waist in this car with each foot and hold on for dear life. Jimmy lifted his legs and stretched them out to the upper rims of the window wells on each side of the car, as Ted and I rose with him, our cocks still entrenched to the hilt. I got up on my knees on the seat of the car, and Ted just crouched on bent knees under Jimmy's buttocks. I held Jimmy by his waist and Ted supported him under this thighs. And then Ted and I played Jimmy's ass like pistons on a steam engine. Slowly I pulled out until my dick head was dragging on Jimmy's prostate and then I pushed back in while Ted pulled out all of the way. Then he drove back in and up eleven inches into Jimmy, as I pulled back to Jimmy's prostate. We started slowly. After several strokes, accompanied by the groaning and moaning of a quaking Jimmy, and on cue, both Ted and I pulled half way out. I wrapped a fist around both of our cocks rotated them around in Jimmy's ass. He panted and moaned for us, but he dipped his lips to mine and gave me a passionate kiss. I forgave Jimmy his initiative, seeing now that he was slowly being won over.

"Sort of like this, do you, Jimmy?" I whispered to him.

"Yes, yes, it's getting easier. More tolerable."

"And the thought of being double fucked by two studs, one white and one chocolate, is turning you on, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, it is. I've never imagined doing this before." Ahhh, that's good!" Ted and I had both reeled in to the end.

"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh," he was moaning as we began to pump him quicker now, first with long, counterplunge strokes, as before, and then, as we got more frenzied ourselves, deep inside him, never pulling out from more than a seven-inch depth.

"Ahh, yes. That's good. Pump me. Fuck me. Ah, that long prick; it just keeps on digging and digging."

"You like that, Jimmy? You like Ted's prick deep inside you?"

"Yes, yes."

"And If I like, do you want Ted to do you again, all by himself, when we get to the house?"

"Yes. Yes. I mean if that's what you want."

Both Ted and I were breathing hard now, close to our climaxes. "Tell me when you are ready to blow, Ted" I yelled.

"Any time now," Ted yelled back. "Just let me know."

"Are you ready, Jimmy?" I whispered in his ear. "Are you ready for the most amazing feeling of your life."

"Yes, yes," Jimmy murmured through clenched teeth.

"Now!" I yelled, and Ted and I flooded Jimmy's insides with great spurts of semen, filling him until white fluid seeped out of his rectum and puddled on the floor.

He threw his head back and yelled, "Man, on man! I think you hit up into my stomach. Oh, God, I've never felt so filled before."

Jimmy had done well, and he seemed to love to fuck in general, so I decided there and then to give him a reward he'd never forget. I pulled my pants back on and buttoned up my shirt.

"Here, I'll drive on home, Ted. Perhaps you can show Jimmy what your real talent is while we are driving—your incredible ability to reload and fire. Jimmy, you are free from making me happy for a while. Do whatever you want with Ted. Fight him off if you can or top him if you can. And scream your head off, if you like. Have fun."

I had barely gotten the car started, into gear, and back out onto the road when I heard Jimmy screaming in ecstasy in the back seat.

"Oh, God, yes. Deeper, deeper!" I looked back in the rear-view mirror and saw that Ted had gotten Jimmy spun around on his dick and Jimmy was laying back on the seat, facing forward, his legs reaching for the ceiling and Ted scrunched down on the balls of his feet between Jimmy's legs and humping him with deep forward thrusts. Jimmy was meeting him thrust for thrust with his hips, thrilled to be free to take initiatives now. Within minutes, I heard them exclaim in unison.

"God, I don't believe you could trigger again that fast," Jimmy was saying. "Now . . . Hey, wait, what are you doing?"

Ted had pulled Jimmy down to the floor on his knees, his chest buried in the seat, and Ted was behind him, his legs between Jimmy's, and he was pumping the youth again in long and forceful strokes. Ted had Jimmy's wrists in his hands and was holding them up and out. His face was buried in the side of Jimmy's neck, where he was sucking with all his might.

"Enough, enough," Jimmy was yelling. "No more. Oh, oh, oh, yes. Do that again. God, that's driving me crazy. How can you stay so long and so hard?" And then within minutes, "God, how can you go off again so fast? I have to rest. Let me rest."

Ted's idea of letting Jimmy rest was to lay him down along the seat and get below him, his strong arms woven around either thigh and meeting in a fist hold on Jimmy's stomach and inhaling Jimmy's cock into his mouth. Jimmy was arching his back and digging in his heels and rhythmically pumping Ted's mouth.

"Ahhhh," Jimmy was moaning. "Such a soft mouth. Oh, do that again. That tongue. You're driving me wild. I'm going to cum. Oh, God, I warn you, I'm going to cummmm!"

I moment of silence, and then Jimmy exclaiming again. "Not so soon. You can't possibly . . . ahhhh. I don't know if I can . . . Oh, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me again. Harder, deeper."

The rear-view mirror showed that after sucking Jimmy off, Ted had snaked himself up Jimmy's prone body, slapping his broad chocolate chest on Jimmy's chest and his belly on Jimmy's belly, pinning the youth on his back on the seat. Ted had thrust his arms under Jimmy's arm pits and had his arms pinned so that they couldn't do more than stroke Ted's back. His still-hard dick was buried in Jimmy's ass and he was stroking him again in fast, strong thrusts. Jimmy was rubbing the backs of Ted's monster calves with the heels of his feet.

"Ah, that's good. This is all I can take, though. I know you can't possibly shoot again so . . . Oh, God, oh my God. No one can reload in ten minutes, time after time. Oh, oh. I think cum is coming up in my throat. You're a Super . . . no, no, not again. Ahhhh."

A brief silence. And then another "Ahhh," and "ohh," a weak moaning and heavy sighing. I looked in the rear-view mirror again. Jimmy was stretched on the seat on his belly this time. Ted was crouched above him, kneeling with his knees encasing Jimmy's thighs in one of my favorite approaches. He had his elbows locked and his palms opened across Jimmy's shoulder blades on either side, and his long, long cock was poised above Jimmy's asshole. From Jimmy's moaning, I had to assume that Ted was doing his specialty, the long, long stroke and total withdrawal. And sure enough, as I peeked back at him when I was able, his cock took a long, long slow slide into Jimmy's ass, up to where golden-red ass fuzz merged with kinky black hairs. Then, rotating his hips, Ted would do a rotate of his cock within Jimmy's ass. Jimmy would moan when Ted was buried eleven inches and sigh when Ted's cock rotated.

"It feels so big now, as well as long," Jimmy murmured. "It's so tight. But it feels so fine. You could do this all night. It doesn't matter that you don't shoot again. You could . . . Oh, my God, not again. Oh, oh, oh."

Ted liked his specialty. He did this twice more, continuing to reload and shoot at an amazing pace. The last time, Ted went down in the stretched-along-the-body close hold that he had learned from me, and Jimmy, exhausted, and filled to the brim with semen, lowered his arms and stroked his insistent lover's thighs lightly with his fingers. He was sighing quietly, fully satisfied, waiting for Ted's cock to wilt at last, inside him.

Ten minutes and I heard Jimmy yelp with surprise. Ted had rolled onto his side, against the back of the bench seat, and had rolled Jimmy with him, Jimmy's back to Ted's belly. Ted was side splitting Jimmy now, with renewed strength and vigor. One of Ted's hands was holding Jimmy's leg in the air, giving Ted a good opening to Jimmy's asshole, and Ted's other hand was snaked around Jimmy's waist and was stroking Jimmy's cock off again. Ted's lips and teeth were buried in Jimmy's neck.

Ted was doing his signature stroking into Jimmy's ass. Long and strong strokes, burying deep before withdrawing and pounding in again. Jimmy was clearly worn out, but he came to life as his cock engorged under Ted's ministrations and he was bouncing up and down with enthusiasm as Ted arranged for them to cum simultaneously.

For several minutes I heard low voices, obviously voicing endearments and mutual admiration from the back seat and the slurping of deep kisses. As I pulled through the gates to my estate, however, I looked back and saw that they were in one last position. Ted was sitting in the center of the back seat, with his legs raised so that his heels were resting on the console between the two front seats. Jimmy was draped across his legs, his head resting on the top of Ted's feet, and his ass buried against Ted's belly. Ted obviously was still—or once again—buried eleven inches into Jimmy. Jimmy's arms just dangled beside his body and trailed on the floor of the car. His legs ran up the back of the seat on either side of Ted's chest. Jimmy's head was lolling. It was turned toward me, and I saw the semen floating in his eyes now and his mouth was showing a sloppy, slack, lopsided grin of complete surrender and fulfillment. His head was also bobbing up and down, because, in the back seat, Ted had Jimmy's hips in his hand, and he was sliding Jimmy back and forth on his still very hard dick. The sliding made a slick slurping sound, as Jimmy's ass canal was swimming in semen.

We reached the garage and I turned off the engine. I turned to Jimmy and took his chin in my hand. "Does Ted make a good top?" I asked sweetly.

"Oh, yes, yes," Jimmy murmured. "Does he ever stop, though?"

"Yes he does, Jimmy. For you see, Ted had never topped me. I top Ted. And he is just as submissive to me as you will be. Do you understand that?"

"Yes," Jimmy answered weakly. And then, "Oh, oh. Again. Again." And I looked back, and with a very satisfied look, Ted was filling Jimmy's tank again with his love juice. This had been quite a night for Ted—and, of course, for Jimmy. I had enjoyed it as well.

Jimmy was unable to walk from the car. A still vigorous Ted had to carry him into the house.