Installation Man

“Jim, I want you to look at some of these pictures. See if they give you any ideas. Even if you’re straight, maybe I can help you out this afternoon, you know what I mean?”

He handed me the magazines, and started to rub my crotch. I had a raging hard-on, and Mike smiled as he grabbed my fleshy dick through the rough denim jeans. He fumbled with the belt buckle, then opened the button-fly to reveal my underwear, already damp with pre-cum. My cock strained to get out of the waistband. Mike pulled the elastic below my balls, exposing my sweaty cum sacks to the cool air. I couldn’t believe my luck. I figured I should just play the game. Let Mike seduce me, let him think I’m straight. What the hell, could be fun! He didn’t need to know that I was so hot for him I was about to cream in my pants.

“Okay, man, why not? You into big black dick? Stand up and take your clothes off. I wanna see your little nekkid white ass.”

He obeyed immediately, stripping off his tank top first, revealing a hairless expanse of muscle. His abs rolled down his torso and disappeared under the waist of his pants. He dropped them, revealing a trail of downy blonde hair that started at his belly button and continued down to a soft mound of fuzz that crowned his perfect dick. Grinning, he looked down at me as I pulled off my tee. He moaned softly when he saw my massive pecs and tight, kinky black chest hair that covered my upper chest. My large, blue-black nipples poked out of the fur, and my silver tit ring glinted in the dim light of the closet. Mike grabbed at his ass and started to massage it, his seven-inch cock dancing in front of him.

“Jim, you like what you see in the magazine? I can do that for you. No strings attached, no one needs to know.”

I pulled my pants off, exposing my broad hips and thick legs. My cock was huge, as stiff and big as I could remember. My balls were heavy, hanging swollen between my thighs. I held the magazine with one hand, my fat licorice stick with the other. Mike took the cue, and fell on his knees between my legs. Bending forward, he took the head of my prick into his mouth. It was soft and warm, and I felt his tongue tracing around the fleshy hood that covered its crown. Pulling the foreskin back, he rolled the mushroom in his mouth and pushed down, forcing my angry cock deeper into his throat. He pulled back; I popped out of his jaw and smeared my pre-cum across his lips. The magazines were actually pretty interesting, and I was looking at them as he sucked on my cock. Mostly ordinary gay sex stuff, but some of them had a kinky S&M slant...light bondage, tools and toys. I wondered how far this guy would go?

I have always fantasized about physically dominating a guy, although I never tried it. (I get off when I’m fucking and the dude is totally helpless under my body. I enjoy the feeling of power.) I reached over and pulled a tie from one of the wire shelves next to us. As Mike continued to worship my penis, I wrapped the fabric around one of his wrists. He stopped for a second, my throbbing cock wedged firmly in his mouth, and looked up at me with his crystal blue eyes. He was thinking... then he continued to blow me, and raised his other wrist to meet the first. I took them both and wrapped the tie tightly around them. This was too fuckin' hot! I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off my huge ebony spike. He obeyed, rolling off me and waiting for the next cue. I stood up, and holding the knotted tie pulled him up to his feet. I grabbed a handful of ties as we came out of the closet, into the pale late afternoon light streaming in the French doors. Mike followed me without question as I dragged him downstairs, through the elegant living room, the immaculate kitchen and into the garage. 

The weight bench was set up with a rack, and held a bar with about thirty pounds on each end. I sat Mike down astride the pad, and lifting his arms over his head, attached his bound wrists to the bar. He was grinning, and I saw that he was enjoying the scene.

“You fuckin'’ little cocksucker, you want it bad, huh? Well, I’m gonna fuckin’ give it to you, and more than you ever imagined!”

He started to say something, but I took a small two pound weight and shoved it bit-style into his mouth. He looked startled, but didn’t resist. I really didn’t know what I was doing, but I decided to go with the flow. I had seen enough web sites to get the gist of it. I used a tie to roughly attach the hand weight to his head, tying it snugly behind his head. I saw his eyes glaze over, a dazed vacant look that could have been terror, or could have been ecstasy. Mike’s attractive lean muscles were taut and his cock was standing up in his lap, fully erect. My eyes fell on a small basket on a table near the door. In it were old-fashioned wooden clothespins.

“ Mmmmn, I see your dick is having a good time, anyway. Now that you’re properly tethered up, let’s have some real fun!” 

I crossed the room and picked up the basket. Mike recognized what I had, and groaned, the sound muffled by the weight in his jaw. He started to kick his legs, so I grabbed a couple more ties, and wrapping them around his knees, tied him firmly to the posts of the rack. His legs were high in the air, his feet hanging limply over his chest, his delicious white ass pushed out for me to take. I whispered gruffly in his ear.

“Okay, you look like your gettin’ into this, but I can’t tell. This is your last chance to abort the mission, jus’ shake your head if you want me to stop. If you don’t, I’m gonna have my fun wid’ja!”

He glared at me steadily with his bright blue eyes, but his head was perfectly still. I heard him moan softly, and took that as my answer. His awesome body was mine, he had given it to me willingly, and I was gonna take it. Mike was all trussed up like a turkey, ready for the stuffing. But first I was anxious to act out a few of my darker fantasies. I picked up a couple of the clothespins, squeezed them open and let them snap down on his rosy nipples.

He jumped and moaned, pulling tightly against his restraints, his ass jerking in the air. I pulled the back of my hand across his butt cheeks, and he shuddered back into submission. I slapped his ass again, and Mike moaned into his gag. His butt was turning a soft pink.

“ Mmmn, baby, you need to behave yourself. Daddy’s not happy when his little asshole misbehaves! You want Daddy to have to spank you again?”

Mike shook his head NO, and I saw his muscles relax. I took another couple pins, and clamped them just below the first two, gripping firmly into the creamy white flesh just under his nipples. Mike moaned again, and raised his chest forward. He looked like he was reaching it out for more clothespins. Happy to oblige! I took another tie, and wrapping it firmly around his cock and under his balls, pulled the knot tight. His testicles rose up, and his cock got red and swollen. I applied two more clothespins on each ball. They stood straight up, dancing as he shook with anticipation. His cock looked huge, the shaft swelling up with the additional pressure of the tourniquet. His balls were red and puffy, filled with cum. 

I dropped down on my knees and pulled his dick into my mouth. The clothespins rubbed and jabbed against my whiskers, giving Mike rushes that must have been intense. He groaned and moaned as I took his cock into my mouth, letting it go deep beyond the bend, far into my throat. When he came, I held his thick load on my tongue, and stretching up to his face, spit it out into his eyes. He began to cry, and I asked him one more time if he wanted to abort. He shook his head NO. I took a couple more pins and clamped them on the fleshy skin at the base of his cock. He writhed and struggled against his bonds. He suddenly looked very frightened. Pulling at the knots, frantically motioning to me that there was something wrong. I was about to release him, call it a day, when the garage door started to swing open.

The day had passed, and it was fully dark outside. The lights in the driveway were blinding, and I shielded my face in confusion. I was stunned, like a deer in the headlights. The Lexus pulled into the space next to us. The driver had apparently not yet noticed what was going on in the exercise area to the left. Nick Johnson, I guessed. He stepped out of the car and suddenly saw us, totally nude: me hovering in the corner, Mike tied and struggling on the lift bench. 

“You fucking son-of-a-bitch! What the hell! Mike!”

I didn’t see it coming, Nick pulled the tire iron out of the car faster than I could focus on it. I heard the whir of the bar just before it smashed against my head, and like in slow motion, lost consciousness and dropped to the floor.

I came to slowly, and the first thing I focused on was Mike on the bench. He was still tied up, except for his gag. Nick was standing next to him with the tire iron in his hand. He was angry, and Mike was talking a mile a minute. While I was out, Mike had apparently tried to explain.

“Oh, shit, Nick, I’m sorry, really. He was just so fuckin’ hot... Damn, Nick, look at him! Don’t you think he’s hot? I didn’t think anything would happen, I was just flirting, but he took the bait, one thing led to another...please Nick, untie me!”

Nick saw that I was coming around, and asked me if I was okay. I grunted and sat up, feeling a trickle of blood running down the back of my head, trailing off down my spine. He turned his venom back to Mike.

“You fucking whore! I should let this fucker have his way with your skinny little ass, like the slut that you are. I’ll invite all of your friends over to watch, why not? We’ll cheer this big black bastard on as he plows your ass for us!”

I couldn’t help being turned on at the thought of plowing Mike’s ass, especially in front of an audience. Nick had a bottle of Southern Comfort in his hand, and took deep swigs every few seconds. He was on his way to a major headache, maybe as big as mine was from the whack on the head he gave me! He came towards me, and I flinched, expecting another attack. Instead he offered me the bottle. I took it and drank deeply. It tasted warm and sweet, mixing with the last of Mike’s cum in my throat.

Nick was looking at me intently. I liked this guy, Nick. Really handsome! He looked Italian, dark and olive-skinned. His dress shirt was straining across his broad shoulders. He had loosened his tie and I saw black, curly hairs sticking out from the collar. His waist was narrow, and his wool dress pants fit tightly on his bulky legs. He was obviously the weightlifter in the house. He sat down next to me on the floor.

“Wha’ are we gonna do with this little whore? He’s a fuckin’ cumsucker. Needs to be taught a lesson, huh? Wha’ the fuck should we do, buddy?”

I felt bad for Nick. He had been cheated on before, I could tell. Mike was a pig, and I was just another boar in his pigpen. Nick was calming down. I made a suggestion to Nick.

“ Why don’t you get comfortable, man, and we’ll give the cunt a night to remember!”

I reached over to him and pulled his tie from around his neck. Standing up, I crossed over to Mike, and wrapped Nick’s tie around his head, making the knot extra tight. Mike squealed, but didn’t resist me. I looked over at Nick; he was opening his fly and reaching for his dick. I saw through the tightly stretched fabric that he had a raging boner. 

I straddled Mike, one big leg on either side of the bench. His restrained legs brushed under my crotch, my big dark balls dangling in his face. His upturned ass was glowing in the dim light coming through the kitchen door. Mike’s tits still had the clothespins tightly clamped on them, and the skin around each nipple was red and inflamed. I grabbed the pins and started to twist them in my fingers. Mike squirmed but I could see pleasure in his eyes. He was still getting off on this whole scene.

Nick had dropped his pants and taken off his dress shirt, revealing his muscular torso in a guinea tee. His cock was much darker than his skin, and looked bruised and purple in the dim light. It was still semi-soft, but stiff enough to stand out in front of him as he walked over to the bench, swaying deliciously with his gait. I began to spread my legs farther apart, letting my cock get closer and closer to Mike’s gagged face. I was teasing him, putting my stiff dick right in his eye, then dangling my balls on his nose, letting him inhale my scent. Nick poured some Southern Comfort on Mike’s puckered asshole and pressed his fat Mediterranean dick into Mike’s rectum. I took the tie out of Mike’s mouth, and before he could protest, shoved my huge ebony shaft past his rosy pink lips.

We both pumped the guy, sending chills through Mike’s body, making him quake in sheer anguish. Nick was fucking with vengeance, ripping at Mike’s asshole with his massive cock. I felt Nick’s every thrust, as Mike’s body was shoved against the weight rack, driving my cock deeper into his head. I held Mike’s head in my hands, and I saw that spacey, vacant look in his face. I think there were three of us getting our fantasies fulfilled that night. I felt Nick’s hands suddenly grab me by the waist, as he held tightly to my sides and rode Mike’s ass. I liked the contact, it completed the circle, the transfer of energy was complete. We both shot our loads into our sweet restrained slave at the same time. Nick yelled out as he released his gooey, creamy wad into Mike’s body.

“Mike! You fucking dick-sucking slut! I’m cumming! Ungh! Ahhhh!”

I blew my wad into Mike’s face with a grunt and a shove, my dick burning in his head as I jerked thick, syrupy wads of cum into his throat. He swallowed hard and took my hot jizz into his gut. Behind me, Nick shook for a few seconds, ramming his dick forcefully into Mike a few more times. Still holding firmly to my waist, he collapsed on top of Mike, laying his chest on my back. I felt Nick’s dark five-o-clock shadow rubbing on my shoulders. Mike was sobbing with delight.

Nick and I untied Mike, and had him make us some dinner. We were all famished, and in need of protein. Mike was humming in the kitchen while Nick and I finished off the Southern Comfort. I still hadn’t started the alarm installation. Nick suggested that I come by tomorrow night to continue where we left off...