Officers' Boy
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 21

Following the instructions from the sexy disembodied voice, I considered the mask in my hands.  Although he had mysteriously disappeared, I knew Rafael was nearby.  And I trusted that he would not allow something bad to happen to me.  And I was quite aroused by the situation.  I took a deep breath and put the mask on, blocking the world from my sight.

In a moment I heard footsteps on the tile floor behind me, coming in from the hallway that led to the rest of the house.  I heard nothing else, but in a moment, I was aware of a musky odor, a cologne.  It was fresh, clean, and manly.  Only a second passed until big, strong hands rested gently on my shoulders from behind me.  Lightly, he pressed against my back, brushing my skin all over with his hairy chest and abs.  Fuck!  A hard rod ran up my crack and lower back as he pressed forward.  I gasped and shook like a virgin.

His lips were against my ear before I detected any movement.  “Shh,” he breathed, the warm air caressing the inside of my ear.  I felt a tickle at the bottom of my spine, just above my ass-crack, like hairs blowing in a soft breeze.  “Relax,” he said soothingly.  My spine tickled again.  His cock throbbed and I felt a drop of his natural lube on my spine.  I shivered from excitement mixed with trepidation.

Gently he pushed forward on my left shoulder while pulling backward on my right shoulder.  Slowly he turned me until I was facing him.  His hands left my shoulders.  What is he going to do to me? I worried.  But in only a second his hands gently caressed my cheeks.  “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than me, I think.  The pressure of his hands increased just a bit to hold my head still.

For a split second I felt his warm breath on my lips, then I felt the fullness of his lips against mine, gentle, tender, light.  He paused for a few seconds and I knew he had no intention of harming me.  It wasn’t until I felt his tongue sensuously lick my lower lip that I realized my jaw was clenched and my lips lightly clasped together.  As I relaxed my jaw, he must have felt it because his tongue slipped gently between my lips and, as our mouths opened together, through my teeth.  When the tip of his tongue met mine, I melted.  I oozed forward into his chest and my legs went weak.  I would have fallen to the floor but for my arms, which circled his broad back to hold on.  His hands slipped down from my cheeks to my … other … cheeks, which he cupped lovingly but firmly.  In this way he held me against him as his tongue possessed my mouth.

Without breaking this amazing kiss, he slipped one arm beneath my buns and began lifting me.  Instinctively I clasped my feet around his waist, held tightly against his torso, our dripping erections securely held between my boyish belly and his well-muscled, hairy abs.  Still kissing me, he began walking, slowly, deliberately, our cocks jostling erotically within our cocoon.  His tongue consumed my mouth, learning every nook and cranny of my oral anatomy, stimulating every nerve ending there.  The hair on his chest brushed my torso like feathers as we moved.  He could have carried me anywhere like this!

After a minute or so we stopped moving and he pulled out of my mouth.

“Stand,” he said gently and moved his arm from under my butt.  Reluctantly, I dropped my feet to the floor.  He kissed me again, holding me tight against him with one big arm across my back.  With the other hand, he lightly brushed the curve of my buttock from top to bottom.  When his hand was under my cheek, he lifted up slightly to feel its weight perhaps.  I spread my feet and leaned into him.  With a firm touch, he moved his open palm across the underside of my butt cheek until his fingers reached my crack.  Still holding my cheek with his palm, his fingers began tickling the fine hairs around my asshole.  My hole twitched, my cock pulsed out a dab of precum into his belly hair, and I moaned into his mouth from the stimulation.

Again he broke our kiss.  His arm, which had been across my back, relaxed as his hand quickly moved across my back, slipping down to the other butt cheek.  His lips went to my ear, where he licked tenderly, driving me wild with desire just as the fingers from his second hand found my hole.  I clung to his strong body, my hands exploring the massive muscles in his back, my chest held away by huge, solid pecs covered with hair, my cock feeling small against his longer, thicker tool.  Both of our cocks were leaking with an almost constant flow.

When he spoke into my ear, I was startled away from all the sensory inputs I’d been cataloguing.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked in a smoldering voice.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, “please…fuck me.”

Gently, he corrected me.  “Please fuck me, sir.”

Damn!  This guy is hot! I thought.  “Take me…sir!”

“That’s better,” he cooed.  “Now, turn around and show me your cute ass.”

Reluctantly releasing his body and pulling away a few inches, I prepared to turn.  Our cocks were no longer jammed between us.  As I backed up, our cockheads slipped gently down each other’s torso.  His cockhead stopped for a moment to place a sloppy kiss on my bellybutton.  Somehow that little sign of affection gave me confidence that this was all going to end well, very well indeed.  After a moment to enjoy the nuzzle of his slicky cockhead in my bellybutton, I pulled further back releasing both our cocks to swing in the breeze.  He put his hand on my shoulder as I turned, gripping tighter when I had reached the right angle, I supposed.

“Very good,” he whispered deeply.  He stepped to one side so he could lift my arm.  He put it straight out in front of me, where I encountered a cold piece of metal, some sort of bar.  “Hold this with both hands,” he instructed softly.

I grasped the bar and found it with my other hand.  In a moment, something soft went around one wrist and pulled snug.  A moment later, I heard a click near my hand.  While I was processing this, the same thing happened to my other wrist.  After the click, he said, “There.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“You should ask a question with ‘sir?’”

“I’m sorry.  Sir.”

His hand rested on my shoulder as he spoke into my ear.  “What is your question?” he whispered.

I’d forgotten.  My question?  Oh.  “What did you mean, uhm, sir, when you said ‘there’?”

“I was noting that your cuffs are in place.”

“My…cu-?”  Shit!  I released the bar and pulled back, but my arms were held securely by the, shit!, cuffs.  Immediately, the fear surfaced like bile.  What is he planning to do to me?  Why did I let this happen?

“Relax, Eric,” he sighed.  “I will tell you for the last time.  I will never hurt you.  You must learn to trust me.  Completely.”

My damned cock throbbed.  Trust?  “How, uhm, how can I trust you when you restrain me like this?”

“Eric!”  His voice had a slight sharpness to it.  “What is the proper way to ask me a question?”

Oh, shit!  Was he getting mad?  “Uh,” I muttered.  “Sir!”

“Now, ask me correctly.”

“How can I, uh, trust you if you cuff me to something?”  I paused and remembered.  Hastily, I added, “Sir?”

“A little better.  You need to pay closer attention and let it be natural to show me respect by calling me sir.”

“Yes, sir,” I said contritely.

“Soon,” he breathed into my ear, “you will feel my hard cock take possession of you and you will understand why you must respect me.”  For emphasis, he pushed his swollen cock against my butt cheek.  “Now, Eric, you are going to trust me to give you the best fuck you’ve ever had, aren’t you?”

I wasn’t too sure, but I also didn’t know how I could object.  I certainly didn’t want him to be mad at me.  “Y-yes, uhm, sir.”

“Good.” 

There was a bit of movement and then his finger touched my rosebud.  I swear a bolt of lightning struck me on the anus.  “Oh!” I gasped.  My hole clenched.

“Lean over,” he said softly.

I complied and his finger pressed into me with surprising ease.  I shouldn’t be surprised, I thought, since I have already been fucked twice by Rafael.  A thick finger breached my sphincter without a pause until I felt his knuckles against my taint.  I cried out in sexual ecstasy as the finger found its way and began swirling around the inner surface of my sphincter.  Without thinking about it, I pushed back onto his finger, trying to pull it deeper, but of course, the knuckles couldn’t be overcome. 

He chuckled as he pulled back even further.  “You see how eager you are to be fucked, Eric?”

“Oh!” I moaned. 

As his finger drove back into me, it was joined by a second finger and my moans became louder and a little higher pitched.  He fucked me a few times with the two fingers before those fingers centered on opposite sides of my boy-nut.

“Oh, God!” I screamed as he rubbed my nut deep in my ass.  “Oh, fuck, please.  Fuck me!”

“Who…do you…want…to…fuck you?” he asked as his fingers probed the edges of my prostate.

“Oh…fuck!” I said as his fingers entered me.  “You…oh, fuck!  You…fuck me…please…sir!”

“Very good, Eric,” he said as his fingers withdrew.

There was slight motion behind me as I inhaled deeply to refill my lungs with oxygen.  I heard a squirting sound.  Then, hallelujah (!), I felt his cockhead press against my needy asshole.  I had to be his.  I had to have him inside me.  And I could wait no longer.

“Yes!” I screamed and pushed back.  Instantly, my sphincter stretched open to welcome him into me.  Without any resistance, his wonderful cock slid through my sphincter and across my throbbing nut before it stopped.  There might have been some pain as my ass had never expanded quite so much, but my desire overcame any pain there was.

“That’s a good butt-boy,” he said.  “Take a deep breath, Eric.”  He waited two seconds while I breathed.  Then, oh thank God, he pressed forward and the lovely ass-stretcher opened me deeper than Rafael ever had.  When his pubes hit my rosebud, he said, “There, now, Eric.  You’ve taken me all the way.  This is how full you will be every day from now on.”

“Oooh!” I wailed.  What he said sounded wonderful and I did not take the time to analyze the ramifications of such a statement until later, after…

He withdrew several inches before slowly reclaiming the territory he’d just surrendered.  

When he was fully inside me again, he said, “You’re warm and tight inside, Eric.  I like that.”

“Oooh,” I moaned.

Again, he pulled partially out, then slowly reconquered my hole.  “You are mine now, Eric.  Do you want that?”

He held perfectly still so I could think.

“Yes,” I moaned.  “Fuck me!”

“You mean, ‘fuck me, sir.”

“Yes,” I said.  I desperately needed that huge dick to move inside me.  “Fuck me, sir!”

“You are my boy now, Eric.”

Unable to wait any longer for him to move, I pulled forward several inches and then slammed my butt back onto him, thus driving his cock back to its greatest point of penetration.

“You see, Eric,” he chuckled.  “We both knew you wanted to be fucked by my cock more than you’ve ever wanted anything.”

Maddeningly he remained still, plugging my hole statically.  I pulled forward and drove back, transfixed by the accommodation of my body to his body.  “Fuck!” I screamed as I pumped against him once more.

“You’re a very good bottom, Eric; a real natural,” he cooed as my butt cheeks pounded his groin.  “My cock is yours, baby,” he grunted as I took him to the root again.

As I found my rhythm, he stopped talking, but grunted with each plunge into my fast-moving butt.  I don’t know how long he made me do all the work, but eventually, he said, “Wait!”  When I kept pumping my ass onto his cock, he slapped my ass moderately.  Leaning over me, he said in a slightly agitated tone, “I said, ‘wait!’”

I stopped, panting loudly from my exertion, but my ass continued throbbing on his glorious cock.

We were in that holding pattern for a few seconds as I refilled my lungs. 

“Do you like my cock inside you, Eric?”

“Oh!” I howled.  “Yes, oh, fuck, yes!  Sir!”

“I can feel how much your asshole loves to get fucked by my cock.  It can’t stay still around my big boy, huh?”

“Uhm, no, sir,” I moaned out.

He began to withdraw at an agonizingly slow pace.  I had to will my ass to be still or I would have pulled off at the same time to speed up the next penetration.  When he had pulled out enough inches that his cockhead was against my prostate, he paused.  I waited in agony, but he was still.

“Pl…please…sir!” I wailed.

At a breathtaking speed he suddenly drove powerfully into my guts. 

“Aiyeeee!” I screamed in a high voice.

Immediately, he pulled out until he was barely inside me.  He plunged forward again as I screeched with surprise and, let’s face it, joy.  He must have pummeled me as fast as he could for the next ten minutes as his turgid member beat my prostate mercilessly, turning me into a limp rag that would have fallen to the floor but for the restraints on my wrists and the battering ram on which I was impaled.  In my gonads, I felt the strong need to empty my balls. 

Just before I thought I would explode from the forces in my gonads, my new master suddenly stopped moving, leaving his cock fully inserted.  Needing so badly to cum, my asshole throbbed around his big cock.

“Yes,” he said with a ragged breath.  “Milk my cock with your ass.”

At first, I didn’t understand what he was saying, but then another throb in my ass was answered with a throb from his cock.  I sought to control the involuntary pulses my ass was giving and soon found I could squeeze my entire rectum when I choose to do so.  This seemed to override the spasming that had been happening without my control.

“Oh,” he groaned.  “That’s it, baby!” he said with pride.  “I knew you could do this!”

I squeezed and released rhythmically, feeling some new sensations and noticing that my need to cum was stronger.  He moaned in his masculine way each time I squeezed.  His breathing was more ragged and I felt myself moving closer to getting my rocks off.  If I didn’t cum, I knew I would explode.

“Stop!” he ordered.

“No-o-o,” I complained as I squeezed his cock again.

“Yes!”  His voice was sharp and demanded obedience.  He slapped my butt harder this time, and I held still, my ass now quivering and twitching on its own accord.

He pulled back and slammed it home.  I screeched.  He held still.  What was he doing?  I waited for him to fuck me again, but he pressed toward me so his dick was stationary as deep as it would go.

“Fuck!” I yelled in complaint.  “Fuck me!” I begged.  “Please!”  My ass twitched.  “I’ve gotta cum!”  His cock throbbed.  My ass spasmed.  “Oh, please!” I begged.  “Please, please, fuck me!  Make me cum, sir!”

“Are you ready to cum, baby?” he asked as he withdrew at last.

“Oh, yes, yes!”  My balls felt like they were flipping around each other in my sac.  My dick itched like crazy.  It drooled like an infant or old man.  My heart pounded.  My ass throbbed.

He slammed it home with such force that my whole body was knocked forward a few inches, immediately pulling him out about halfway.  His hands tightened around my narrow hips and he held my body still so he could fuck me hard without me moving.  I thought he’d been fucking me hard and fast before, but this time he pounded me harder than ever at some kind of warp speed I didn’t think possible.

He grunted and moaned as he slammed into me.  I screamed continuously in a high soprano, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…”  My ass was so thoroughly stretched and open that there seemed to be no friction as his dick pistoned me relentlessly.  My prostate had turned to mush and my legs had given out.  But he held me up at the hips so he could keep up the high-energy demolition of my straining ass.

Finally, long after I thought I would die from the lack of an orgasm, my balls crashed against my taint.  By this time, I was yelling so loudly and in such high tones that I was actually keening like a banshee, “Aiyeeee!  Aiyeeee!”  I felt something snap in my groin.  “Aiyeeee!”  My body waited one second as I received three more supersonic thrusts while energy was pulled from my legs, arms, torso, and even my head.  As though it were cocking a pistol, my body prepared for the blast.  Two more major thrusts and then the trigger was pulled.  A monumental cumshot raced through my cock like a torpedo through its tube, superheating my insides, until with an enormous, unforgettable, two-second burst, the nerves at the end of my cum chute exploded and cum streamed out of my cock like water out of a firehose.  “Aiyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” I screeched in an ear-piercing, awkwardly feminine scream I will probably never live down.

The next several blasts of cum were so large, I was told later, there was never an actual end to any of the first four or five shots, my cum just pouring out like a…firehose stream.

I was barely aware that on about the third of my shots, he started yelping in a much deeper voice as he unloaded blast after blast inside of me.

As my screams turned to gasping whimpers and his became loud intakes of air, a totally unexpected sound broke through my consciousness.  What the fuck? I thought.  Applause!?

I pulled at my arms, but I couldn’t get away.  I couldn’t see anything through the mask.  I was completely exhausted from a colossal fuck.  There was an unknown man draped over my back with his withering dick in my ass.

And there was an audience!?  Holy shit!

To be continued...

Posted: 08/19/2022