All-American Jockboy Throne Ch. 02

By William Monroe

I met Danny Somme on N. Flores Street in West Hollywood, across the street and just up from Marix Tex Mex Restaurant. If you read Chapter One, you know all that, so I won't go over it again here. Long story short: Danny was an 18-year-old, "not really gay," just graduated Winger on his high school soccer team, headed to UCLA team on a scholarship, who had heard about me and tracked me down to fulfill his fantasy of having me spend a night sitting on his handsome-as-could-possibly-be All-American Boy face. I did that -- let him live that fantasy -- after I sucked his dick and shaved him hairless, then I bent his perfectly developed young jock body over the massage table in my home gym and fucked Danny's brains out.

With Danny looking back over his shoulder at me, I held him down with a hand on his back just below his neck while I fingered his asshole, repeatedly reaching between his thighs to swipe his leaking pre off the tip of his hard cock with my fingers and slide them up into him to lube him up. Each time he approached the edge, I'd back him off until I was ready to thrust my cock deep up his still tight young ass. When I did, I took my time fucking his muscular butt. Riding it with long, steady, deep thrusts, finding and then gliding the length of my cock over the hard little nut that made Danny shove his ass back on my dick.

As Danny's moans and grunts got louder, my hand slid up from his back along the back of his neck to the buzz cut back of his head and into the mass of curls on top. His long gasp-like sigh as my fingers weaved through his hair made me smile as the backward swing of my pelvis slid my long thick cock from my slutty young All-American Jockboy Throne's tight hot clutching butthole all the way to its head. Then I'd thrust in again, and back up Danny's tight, hungry asshole, the head of my big dick pounding into his cum pump with each downward thrust, making my handsome young jockboy grunt and moan, and arch his strong back even more tightly.

Then, suddenly, before either of us was really aware or wanting to cum yet, our orgasms were upon us. Danny strained to swivel his head all the way around over his right shoulder as my hand fled his hair and held his head instead. My lips found his as I was exploded deep inside him, bathing his prostate as it vibrated against my thrusting, pounding, rocking cock as he gushed over and over in my fist. When we both finally stopped cumming, we held each other tightly, our lips still welded together as our seemingly endless orgasms shuddered through us.

When we came back down to earth, and my cum covered fingers released his still-leaking cock as mine slid slowly out of him, Danny turned into my arms, and our lips finally parted. His arms wrapped around my neck. We barely moved, kissing passionately again with our bodies pressed tightly against each other's until, still kissing and now laughing too, I began to inch us toward the nearby shower. That's when we broke apart and, laughing, both play-fought, seeing which of us could break through the other's defenses and kiss some part of his body. We were still doing that when I reached behind me and turned on the water. A quick shower was followed by a half hour or so in the sauna. I was glad I'd had the mandatory timer activation option installed with the unit. Relaxing against the wall with Danny lying on the bench, his head resting in my lap, we both dozed off. That wouldn't have been good if there hadn't been a timer to shut the sauna down automatically and cool it off. I semi-carried Danny to my bed. I'm a 6-footer, and Danny was 5-foot-10. I sleep on my side. We fit together perfectly, and holding him was ever so much nicer than wrapping my arms around a pillow.

That was the first night. Danny got to live his fantasy, and he lost his cherry. I let him sleep late; he deserved it.

When I introduced myself to the unknown teenager stalking me on N. Flores St., Danny told me he knew who I was and that I ate at Marix Tex Mex a lot because someone we both knew told him so. He actually said, "Sir, I'm Danny, and yes, someone we both know told me you come here a lot, so I've been hanging out here hoping to meet you."

That startled me, so I asked him, "Oh, really? Who told you I come here a lot?"

"Tommy, a guy a little older than me who works at Dream Rods. My mom bought her car there. I've been there a couple of times with her. That's where he and I met," Danny had explained.

Fate had brought Danny and bad-boy Tommy together at the high-end specialty auto dealership I co-owned in Burbank. I encountered Tommy, who had terrorized the condo complex where my Boy and partner Ron and I rented for a year when we first arrived in Los Angeles, hustling on a Santa Monica Blvd. corner one evening. Two years had passed since we moved out of the complex and into our house, and Tommy didn't recognize me. I took him home and wrote about that night in "Correcting Tommy." Tommy came back for more and became one of my Boys. I eventually put him to work at Dream Rods.

I was amused, but I wasn't happy that Tommy was freely giving out information on how and where people could find me.

"You're right about Tommy. He just turned 21. Did Tommy tell you anything about me?" I asked.

"A little, but I've heard stuff on the street." Then, completely off-topic, Danny announced, "I'm not really gay. I mean, I do gay stuff, but I graduated in June and no one at school ever suspected."

Tommy would need to be disciplined to make sure that didn't happen again. I was starting to think Tommy did things like this just to get me to discipline him. Some boys do that; they're never truly happy unless a belt is kissing their ass.

After he finally got up and devoured breakfast, while Danny was showering, I called Tommy, who was working at Dream Rods that day. I told him to come by the house after dinner that evening; around 9 p. m. would be a good time, I said. No, nothing was wrong, I assured him. He knew better. I smiled as I disconnected the call, knowing Tommy's mind could already feel my belt, and his still mostly straight dick was getting hard already.

For a moment I allowed myself to conjure up an image of Tommy as I'd last seen him, naked on all fours facing me, with his face and ass high. His ass, always verging on a bubble butt when he was younger, was still round and alluring, but now at 20 its cheeks were more muscular and dimpled on their sides. In his back-arched, ass-high position, Tommy's crack was deeper now, more spread as he splayed himself before me, offering up his still very tight little asshole. What always surprised me was Tommy's cock. Because he never showed any dick beneath his jeans, shorts, or even a bathing suit, I forgot how big his little penis grew when a man familiar with the things that really excited bad boy Tommy began to play him like a finely tuned instrument. Few suspected how thick and throbbing his cock shaft grew or how big its head got when the boy was yelling and screaming and begging for mercy while his cock's little clit spot was tickled as his ass was being paddled or whipped.

Putting that image out of my mind -- I had to, or I would have called down to Dream Rods and had them tell Tommy I needed him up here at my house -- I went to my home office to work on an idea I'd had when I woke up. I was at my desk, sketching out the last details of what I had come to think of as Danny's actual All-American Jockboy Throne when Danny, in his naked splendor and still drying himself after his shower, wandered in.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, moving behind my chair and wrapping his arms around my neck.

"That arrangement of you lying on your back on the floor and me on my knees resting my ass back on your face was fine last night, but it won't work as an ongoing thing," I said, looking up at him over my left shoulder. Then, turning back to the manufacturing design-like sketch lying on my desk, I added, "This is the blueprint, so to speak, for constructing your throne."

That brought him to his knees beside me, his right arm on the desk and his left on my thigh as I explained the sketch. The structural concept was simple: a wide, armed chair with a straight back and four short legs the height of which would be determined after Danny was measured lying on his back on a padded, wheeled body-length dolly. Instead of a traditional seat, the chair would have a seat very similar to a padded toilet seat. Danny would be strapped or not to the dolly, his head resting on a pillowed, hydraulic platform; a button on the throne's arm would activate a motor that slides the dolly under the throne into precise position. When Danny's face was positioned beneath my ass, a button on the arm of the throne would lift Danny's face up into the crack of my ass with his lips against my asshole or any other asshole that mounts the throne. I, or whoever was on the throne, would have a collarbone-down view of Danny, or whoever was under it.

When I started explaining to Danny what the sketch was and how I envisioned it working, I never imagined the idea of us having such a piece of equipment would excite him so much. Before I could even say I intended us to drive down to Dream Rods that day to see if the dealership's shop could fabricate a steel or aluminum skeleton for the chair and dolly, or if I had to have it made somewhere else, he was all over me. Being a dominant top since my own teen years, I wasn't used to being pushed down on the floor by naked 18-year-olds and having my pants yanked off. As Danny knelt over me, sliding my boxer briefs down my legs, I happened to notice the time on a clock on one of the shelves of the unit against the wall across the room. I almost laughed when I saw it was 11:23 a. m., and I was lying on the floor in my home office, having my clothes yanked off by a teenage boy I'd brought home with me the night before, and was about to have great sex before noon. That thought went away as Danny's mouth engulfed my already hardening cock.

Fuck yes, I thought as I gave up all pretense to being the one in charge and flopped onto my back on the carpet, closed my eyes, and surrendered myself to Danny's exquisite mouth. Where did this kid learn to suck cock? I wondered as my hands moved, as if guided by electronic tracking devices, to Danny's head, my fingers weaving through his curls. The combination of Danny's pumping lips and wiggling, twirling tongue combined with his stroking fist on the bottom half of my dick was utterly amazing. Then his mouth was gone, and my dick was snapping around in the air, abandoned.

"Please, do it again, sit on my face! Please, Sir!" he begged, his face hovering barely an inch above mine.

He didn't have to ask me twice. I reached up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and rolled us over. Before Danny could say a word, I crawled over him and straddled his head, spun around so I was facing down his body, and lowered my ass onto his handsome young All-American face. As the fingers of Danny's right hand wrapped around his hard cock, I reached back and spread mine deep in my crack.

Spreading my ass wide open for my young All-American rim-queen jockboy throne to eat to his heart's content, I gave Danny his munching orders, "Eat your Daddy's ass, Boy. Kiss my asshole, lick it, wiggle your Jockboy tongue way up in there and clean it out, you handsome ass hungry Dirty Boy."

For the next ten minutes or so, I punctuated my commentary by pinching and tugging on Danny's hard little nipples, rocking my pelvis, sliding my now juicy asshole back and forth over his mouth and wildly licking tongue, grinding my hole down on the tip of his up-thrusting tongue, and encouraging him to and watching him masturbate for me.

"That's right, jockboy, beat your meat... eat my ass and stroke your dick for your Daddy... but don't you ever even think of cumming without my permission."

Then, when I was ready, knowing already that he was long past ready, I lifted off Danny's face up onto my knees as I fell forward onto my hands and fed my handsome ass eater my cock as my mouth engulfed his. It may have been one of the shortest, if not the shortest, sixty-nines I ever had, but it was also one of the best. I was hungry for Danny's dick, and eating my ass had made him starving for mine. Danny was a smart boy; he knew "Give it to me," I managed to mumble as I swallowed his cock was permission for him to cum. It only took a moment or two before we both exploded into each other's mouths.

I had already decided that I liked Danny. As I lay on the floor recovering from morning sex with him, I decided that I liked that sex with Danny seemed to always be fun. Thinking that made me laugh.

Hearing me, he asked, "What's funny?"

"Oh, only that it's just after noon, and we're both about to take our second shower for the day," I said, standing up. Grinning, I reached out to help Danny up, and he took my hand. "I can see I'll be very clean having you around the house."

Forty-five minutes later, as I navigated my Range Rover from Laurel Canyon Blvd and Ventura via various shortcuts across the eastern Valley to the Dream Rods Specialty Auto dealership near Universal Studios, Danny played DJ of sorts with its sound system. As I drove, I thought but did not share that I'd always believed being gay and childless was supposed to spare me this.

My involvement with what was now Dream Rods Specialty Auto began when I met Anthony Martine through friends in the BDSM and D/s scene. At the time, Anthony was a married, bisexual guy in his early thirties who owned a small Burbank auto repair shop that serviced high-end, mostly specialty vehicles. I was quite taken with him. Beyond being interesting, intelligent, and nice, his part-Irish, part-French, part-Spanish heritage made for a sizzling package. That Tony got off on being dominated by a gay man only made spending time with him when he could get away from his wife all the more enjoyable. When Tony wanted to expand his business into specialty vehicle sales, I saw a market and knew his reputation for excellent work gave him an edge, so I invested. I also coined the new business name: Dream Rods Specialty Auto. Considering the owner, the guys I'd hire, and the vehicles the company would sell and service, I couldn't resist the double entendre.

Anthony ran the Service and Parts departments. My Boy and partner Ron worked for Dream Rods as the company's COO, and handled the Sales and Customer Service departments. Every so often, when I met a young guy who needed work, and I thought he would enhance the business, I had Anthony and Ron check him out. Chris and Mark, two 24-year-old roofers I met while they were trying to pick up women and hustle gay guys at a West L. A. Happy Hour bar, whom you may have met in my story "Training Chris and Mark," have now given up roofing and work at Dream Rods. Brad, a young straight guy I met while he was hitchhiking to an appointment for a screen test to become a softcore porn actor, got the gig and became a hot item for a while, but what goes up must come down, and hot, young, straight Brad eventually came knocking at my door needing help. You can read about him in the aptly named "Straight Brad." No longer quite so straight, Brad now works at Dream Rods, too. And, of course, you already know about bad boy Tommy, without whom Danny and I might never have met.

The night I picked Tommy up when he was hustling on Santa Monica Blvd. after he'd sucked me off so many times, I was shooting blanks, and I'd spanked his ass until it glowed, I explained to Tommy that if he wanted to stop selling himself to random men on the street, I'd hook him up with a job so he had a steady income and could afford a place to live, at least a room. I also told him that although he considered himself straight, if he took my offer, he'd be sucking my cock from now on, whenever I wanted, and that any time he fucked up, I'd be there to discipline him.

Wanting to be completely honest with Tommy so he couldn't say later that I hadn't been, I gave young Tommy one final thing to ponder.

"And Tommy, while you're deciding whether you're going to become one of my Boys, I want you to know that if you do, you've still got some penance to pay. That big horny dick of yours will always be caged unless I free it to allow you to masturbate for me, or if you've been a particularly good boy and have pleased me exceptionally well. Then I might decide to let you have some pussy, if you still want that. If you don't, maybe I'll remove your cage, roll you back on your shoulders, and let you beat your big dick while I fuck your ass."

From that night on, bad-boy Tommy never doubted who he belonged to.

As I swung the Rover into the Dream Rods lot and headed to the closest open parking spot, Danny and I both noticed the dealership lot boy, Tommy, at about the same time as he saw my Rover slide into the space. Tommy was already heading toward us as we opened the doors to get out. I knew exactly what he was thinking -- the same thing anyone else who saw us arrive was thinking: What the fuck is he doing here? I only ever showed up at the dealership when I needed one of my cars serviced or had corporate business to attend to.

We exchanged greetings, and I reminded Tommy that I expected him at my place around 9 p. m. that night. "Since tomorrow's Sunday, why don't you plan on staying over? That is, unless you have plans?"

"No, Sir, no plans. Staying over won't be a problem," Tommy quickly assured me.

"Great!" Danny chipped in. "This is gonna be awesome!"

"Yes, I hope so," I agreed. "Well, Tommy, you better get back to work, and we've got some things to get done while we're here. See you tonight!"

With that, I headed inside, and Danny followed.

When we entered the building, I saw Ron and Mark talking with two customers beside a Mercedes AMG GT. I gave him a smile and a discreet wave. Chris was with a customer in his office. Brad was in Tony's office. Rather than disturb them, I led Danny down a short hall and through double doors into the Parts Department. Off of Parts, I knew I'd find a small room where our shop foreman held court. Angelo Ferrina was a Master mechanic, old-school and factory-trained by Mercedes and BMW. He was also brilliant at hand-crafting custom parts that could not be mass-produced. His reputation was so stellar that Dream Rods made custom parts for other high-end SoCal dealerships a major revenue stream. Angelo took one look at my drawing and immediately told me the dolly with the hydraulic lift head platform could be made, but motorized control was overkill. Otherwise, he said, the throne was easy to do. Best to slide the dolly under the throne manually. He would get to work on the project as soon as possible and fit it in around the shop's usual workload.

Forty minutes later, after Danny was on his back on the floor three times so Angelo could take measurements, we were back in the Rover and on our way to a late lunch. Afterward, while I took care of a few things around the house, Danny went home to Encino to change and pick up some clothes. While he was gone, I thought over what I had planned for the night, called Tommy, and told him that instead of coming to my place that evening, he should go home, change quickly after work, then go to Marix and get in line for a table for four using my name. I said to call me with an idea of the waiting time and to order what he wanted while he waited for us, but he should not get drunk.

The dining gods smiled, and the wait for a table was minimal. Danny and I were seated with Tommy by 7 p. m. The server didn't say a word or raise an eyebrow when I poured Danny a drink from the pitcher of margaritas, well, except for the one he raised when he saw that the boy who arrived with me was even more attractive than the one already seated, waiting for us to join him. Tommy was understandably nervous when we arrived. I set about doing my best to make him relax.

"I decided that instead of just having you come up to the house to join us this evening, Tommy, it was much more appropriate for us all to meet here for dinner," I opened, smiling as I raised my glass. "To you, and to us, for helping to enable Danny and me to meet, here at Marix, so to speak, at least near it!" I added, taking a drink.

"Yeah, that's right!" Danny echoed, upending his glass too. "If you didn't tell me where to look for Sir, I'd never have found him!"

Tommy's expression as he took a gulp of his drink was so enjoyable. If he had any doubts before about having fucked up, that confusion was gone. He began to fidget, as if he couldn't sit still.

"Something wrong, Tommy?" I asked.

"It's hurting a little," he admitted softly after a little hesitation.

"What's hurting?" I asked, sounding concerned.

Looking at me, our eyes meeting, Tommy replied, almost, but not so I could accuse him of being defiant, "You know..."

"I'm not sure I do, and I know Danny doesn't," I said, patiently.

"My cage. My cage is hurting a little, Sir," Tommy admitted in little more than a whisper so no one else at tables around us could hear.

"What? What does he mean, his cage?" Danny asked, completely confused.

"Explain for him, Tommy," I told the now-blushing 21-year-old former delinquent street hustler beside me, still trying so hard to think of himself as straight.

"Sir keeps my cock caged, and the cage is hurting a little right now," Tommy explained, facing the tabletop more than either Danny or me.

"Your cage is hurting because all this humiliation and the knowledge that you are going to have your young ass whipped when we get up to my house has gotten your cock hard, isn't that right, Tommy?" I asked almost as softly.

"Oh geezzz, fuck yes, Sir..." Tommy almost whimpered.

"Don't embarrass yourself right here at the table, boy," I ordered very softly.

"Press your thighs together and get through dinner. I'll deal with that boner of yours soon enough."

"Will you cage my dick too, Sir? Danny suddenly asked, catching me by surprise.

"The more you do, the more you say, Danny, the more enthralled with you I get," I laughed. "Perhaps. We'll see," I added.

Glancing around, I was glad we'd gotten through that exchange without attracting anyone's attention.

An hour and a half later, as soon as we walked into my house, I sent the two boys back to my bedroom to strip and wait for me. To give them time, I turned on my home's sound system and selected a three-hour playlist I'd put together specifically for nights like this. I didn't expect the entire list to play, but it's better to run long than end too soon. Then I made us drinks and headed back to my bedroom. The sight that greeted me -- naked Danny on his knees before Tommy, closely examining Tommy's cock cage, which stood out almost perpendicular to horny young Tommy's body held there by his boner -- couldn't help but make me laugh, almost spilling the drinks on the small round tray in my hands.

"Like that cage, do you?" I asked.

"It's awesome," Danny answered, not even turning away from the ribbed steel cage locked around Tommy's shaft to look up at me. "It's like a steel symbol of your ownership of him."

The kid never ceased to impress.

"It is, and it constantly reminds Tommy that he was a very bad boy who still needs to atone for his misdeeds," I added. "Doesn't it, Thomas?"

"Ah... fuck... yes, Sir, it does. I was a bad boy, and I do still need to be punished, for as long as you think I need to be," Tommy agreed.

Moving to Danny, I reached down and took hold of his right arm. When he looked up at me, I smiled and helped him up from his knees as I kept talking.

"Yes, well, it seems all the attention I've paid you over the past two years, the hours I've spent disciplining you for your past misdeeds and teaching you how to prove what a Good Boy you can be, haven't seemed to have accomplished much. Do you even think about the number of times I've let you have pussy, Thomas? Can you imagine a man other than me permitting a boy as you a treat like that?" I asked of my offending young sub as Tommy stood naked before me, his head hanging in humiliation but his hard steel-caged cock standing up as tall as the weight of the steel would allow, with Danny looking on.

Glancing at Danny, I was delighted to see that his dick was at full erection.

"You certainly don't seem to think before you do things that can cause you to wind up with your ass being kissed by my paddle or belt, do you, Tommy?" I asked.

"No, Sir. I'm a fuck up. I know that," the now trembling caged boy whispered.

Reaching into my left pants pocket, I withdrew a tiny key and handed it to Danny.

"There's a very small lock on the ring wrapped around Tommy's balls that holds the cage on his cock. Free him. Be careful not to pinch his skin," I directed.

Both boys looked at me, startled.

"Go, Danny, take off Tommy's cage."

"Tommy, Danny's a virgin at this. Help direct him," I instructed.

From the moment Danny and I met on N. Flores St., I could tell from his demeanor, body language, and innate intelligence and self-confidence that beneath the 18-year-old newbie to D/s boy eager to meet me and eat my ass, there lurked a future Dom. No better time to set him off on that learning curve than the present. Danny would join my little family, but not exactly in the manner he or anyone else expected.

As Danny gingerly went about unlocking and then disengaging Tommy's cage from the ring surrounding his ballsack, and then carefully sliding it off Tommy's rigid penis, which bulged through its bars, I occupied my time by undressing. With the cage, now in two pieces, in his hands, Danny examined it closely while Tommy gently rubbed and petted his freed genitals as if he had just rediscovered them. I took the cage from Danny and set it aside, explaining that we would have to clean it thoroughly before putting it back on Tommy.

With Tommy now freed from his cage, it was time to begin. Turning my attention back to Tommy, I said, "Tommy, tell Danny why you are going to be disciplined this evening. You knew you would be the moment I told you to be here tonight."

Without hesitation, Tommy responded, but instead of looking at me, he looked at Danny. "I knew I would be disciplined, because I told Danny where he could find you, Sir. I shouldn't have told anyone how to do that."

Tommy's words made Danny turn toward me, his mouth opening. Before he could speak, I held up my hand, indicating that he shouldn't.

"Exactly, and be sure you never do something like that again," I said, looking directly at Tommy, then I smiled and turned to Danny. "But I have to tell you that I'm glad you did tell Danny how to find me, so that will mitigate your punishment somewhat; it will be lessened. You will only receive 30 wacks with the paddle, and the last 20 of them will be administered by Danny rather than by me."

That announcement had the effect I had hoped for; both my new 18-year-old not-quite-gay sub and my two-year-long 21-year-old not-quite-gay sub were stunned. Neither had ever considered being in such a position, and certainly never in one where the older, more experienced boy was submissive to the younger, less experienced one. I was going to enjoy orchestrating their relationship's development immensely.

I sat on the edge of the side of the bed and had Danny place Tommy on his back on the floor beside the bed with his ass right up against the bed and his legs straight up in the air. Danny then straddled Tommy's chest and leaned back, lowering his spread ass down on Tommy's face. I handed Danny Tommy's legs, which he pulled toward him, bending them at their knees and rolling Tommy's ass up so it presented its cheeks as two round half-globes between kneeling Danny and seated me, awaiting their spanking. Tommy's steel-hard, already leaking cock was readily available, pointing down between his and Danny's torsos, should Danny or I wish to play with it.

"Ride his face, Danny," I said, grinning across the maybe 18 or so inches that separated my nose and Danny's as we both caressed Tommy's upturned butt cheeks, took turns rolling his balls in our hands, and stroked his hard cock.

"Rock your sweaty asshole back and forth over his hot young skater-surfer boy face the way you want me to do on yours... show me." I encouraged, working my hot new subbie boy up into a dominant frame of mind. Danny looked up into my eyes like he always did, but his body obeyed each of my commands.

Suddenly, without Danny even noticing I had picked up the paddle, I brought it down against Tommy's upturned and waiting left butt cheek with a loud, resounding CCRRAACCKK, which was followed instantly by a muffled but still loud, "Agggghhhh!!!" Danny's eyes, which had wandered down to Tommy's ass for a second, shot back up to mine as the paddle connected with Tommy's bottom again, CCRRAAACCKK, followed by almost as muffled but clearly understandable, "Agggghhhh! Aaagghh! Oh my god! Ohhhggggaaahhh! Aggghhhh!"

"Keep that ass moving, Danny," I urged as I kept slamming the paddle down against Tommy's reddening ass. "Ride his face. You know He deserves his punishment. Don't you, Danny? Doesn't Tommy deserve punishment for what he did? Go on, don't be afraid; you can tell me."

I administered loud, resounding CCRRAACCKK after loud, resounding CCRRAACCKK, each of which was, as before, followed instantly by muffled but still loud shouts and yelps of pain from Tommy as Danny's eyes swiveled up and down from the paddle cracking against Tommy's red ass to my eyes looking straight ahead, waiting for his to return.

"Yes, he deserves to be punished," Danny said, his words nearly startling me.

Then, to my amazement, Danny lifted his ass up off of Tommy's face as I administered my tenth and final swat with the paddle. Hovering over Tommy, Danny looked down at the weeping boy whose face he'd been sitting on, then he took the paddle from my hand. Danny slapped it against Tommy's bright red ass while looking into the crying boy's tear-filled eyes.

"You deserve this," Danny said, hovering above Tommy and looking down into the weeping boy's eyes. "You shouldn't have told me where to find Sir. I'm glad you did, but you shouldn't have," he said as he cracked the paddle against Tommy's ass again.

I leaned back on the bed and took it all in. Danny was amazing; he didn't even seem to realize he had assumed ownership of Tommy. Rather than participate, I let Danny administer his 20 smacks with the paddle and then naturally move on to sexually dominate Tommy. It was Danny, not me, who put Tommy on all fours facing the foot of the bed, with Danny and I sitting side by side on it facing the mirrored wall while Tommy sucked us both off. Tommy, of course, was in heaven, although he would never admit it, having two dominant men to abuse him and treat him like shit, and one younger than him. The poor guy could never hide his hard-on that wouldn't go away.

Knowing Danny was hungry for ass, I lay him out on the carpet in front of the bed and set mine down upon my new throne. On his back with his legs spread and knees up, I could use Danny's kneecaps to rest my forearms on for support while Tommy, lying on his stomach between Danny's legs, bobbed his talented mouth alternately on Danny's cock and mine. Always eager for punishment, I cracked my belt against Tommy's already red and very well-heated upturned butt whenever I felt his oral efforts began to be lackluster. Two years of experience with Tommy taught me that his cock always got harder and his sucking improved dramatically with the application of the strap.

Anytime, under any circumstances, Danny was a world-class ass eater. He went absolutely wild when his cock was being sucked while his tongue was up a man's ass, at least up mine. I imagine that comes from him liking to eat pussy so much. I've found that men who like to eat pussy, have fabulous mouths. I rocked and ground my ass on Danny's face while Tommy's talented mouth twirled up and down his hard, leaking cock then moved up to do the same on mine. Tommy held my balls in one hand and Danny's in the other, rolling and tugging on them as he sucked and licked, and occasionally seemed to forget he was sucking cock and not nibbling on succulent ears of corn. That's how Danny and I came the first time, down Tommy's throat, one after the other, with the 21-year-old still mostly straight, hot-as-hell pain freak, guzzling down all our cum as I strapped his upturned ass.

The second time we all got off was in the sauna when I arranged for Danny to do something I instinctively knew he'd never done before; something I felt was important for his relationship with Tommy. I think showering during play can be fun, sensual, and, in a large shower, conducive to great additional play. My shower was designed for four people, but it can easily accommodate six. The three of us had plenty of room to play, and it spilled over into the sauna.

When we reached the sauna, Danny and Tommy just naturally fell onto the bottom of the two levels of benches as we all tumbled through the door. Before I could do, say, or decide where I was going to locate myself, both boys, sitting side by side, were wrapped around my legs and waist, playing with my balls and hard, nearly 8-inch cut dick. We'd all be dick-playing in the shower before we moved to the sauna; this didn't surprise me. I was a little pleasantly surprised when they both began to kiss and lick up and down my cock, both holding its shaft, passing it back and forth as they each took turns sucking on its head. From the tight way they each had an arm wrapped around one of my thighs and the contented sounds they were making, it was clear to me that they had no intention of surrendering their "prize" anytime soon.

This went on for a while with my full cooperation, then Tommy released the leg he was holding and turned onto his knees on the bench, arms folded. As he did, Danny also released the leg he was holding and knelt beside Tommy. I didn't have to be told what was expected of me. Turning their faces around so I could reach my fingers into their mouths and scoop up their spit, and using it, my pre and theirs, I primed those hot, horny boys' hungry little buttholes and fingered them until they loosened up for me. Then while gripping both of them by their balls, Danny's balls in my left fist and Tommy's in my right hand, to hold them still and in place, I took my time for the next, who knows how long, moving back and forth from boy butt to boy butt, slowly opening up their tender young assholes, slowly fucking them, long dicking them, riding their prostates, milking them with my big cock, making them wiggle and grind and shove their not really gay butts back on my dick until we all shot our wads. Then I spun them around and had them both clean me up.

And then it was time for yet another shower!

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