Whitney walked into the loft and saw Clark sprawled on his couch
jacking his cock. Whitney's mouth fell open and his cock hardened
in response. He stood there staring as Clark would slow his motion,
cup his balls, and pinch one of his nipples. He could see the sweat
that had gathered on his washboard abs. Whitney's cock was leaking
up a storm and his mouth was as dry as the Sahara. He watched as
Kent rolled his legs over his head and began to stretch his mouth
to suck his own long fat cock. Whitney groaned and Clark heard it.
Clark looked over and saw a desperate, horny Whitney. Clark was
thrilled because as much as he liked to suck his own cock, Lex had
taught him it was MUCH better when someone else did it. Too bad
Lex wasn't in town. He had commented before that Whitney was a boy
in need of a good fucking, that he wanted someone to control him
and make him beg for all the dick he desired. Clark walked over
to Whitney and circled him like he was prey. He lifted his hand
that had pre-come on it ran it over Whit's lips.
Whitney groaned and his tongue flashed out at to taste the moisture
that Clark was depositing.
"Whitney?" Clark said in a sultry, "Care to play
Whit looked at Clark but could not find his voice.
"You want it don't you?" Clark began to unbutton Whit's
shirt. "You want me to lick you nipples and bite your skin."
Clark has dropped a hand and his now running a finger along Whitney's
hard cock. "You want to suck my big fat cock, you want me to
bend you over and fuck you till your balls are empty and your ass
is sore." Clark bit the hollow of Whit's neck. He lead him
to the couch and pushed him down.
"Tell me Whitney...tell me that you want to be my bitch. Tell
me that you want me to make you come. Tell ME!"
Whitney's breathing is coming in ragged gasps. His cock has never
felt so hard or swollen. "I...I--"
"Tell me you want this, tell me how you burn at night while
you jack that cock of yours thinking about me and Lex and all the
hot, sweaty, pounding, hard fucking we do!" Clark has removed
Whit's socks and shoes. All he has on are his jeans and briefs.
Clark can see the wet spot on Whit's crotch. He leans over and licks
Whit's mouth but does not linger for a kiss.
"Clark! I...I want...need...please?"
"Please What?" Clark is slowing jacking his own aching
erection. He never knew it would be so much fun to do this to Whitney.
Lex had no idea what he was missing.
"Please...take me...fuck me...claim me!"
Clark heard the magic words and the perfect pleading tones. He
stood Whit up and stripped him of his remaining clothes. He began
to kiss and lick the beautiful jock's body. He could taste the fear
and desire that was pouring off of him. Clark loved being in control.
Whitney would never be the same again.
"Turn around and bend over, you're my slave now." Clark
moves and bends Whitney over the arm of the couch. He begins at
the back of the knees and slowing licks and kisses his way to the
top. He reaches that beautiful full ass and gives it the perfect
Whitney jumps at the pop. "OW!"
"SILENCE! You aren't doing anything without permission BOY
including coming. Is that clear."
"Yes." The tone is a whimper and trembles in the air.
"Good." Clark moves his tongue in-between the beautiful
mounds of ass flesh and begins to lick up and down. He slowly begins
to center his attention and the perfect pink pucker and nips it
and begins to use the tip of his tongue to tease it. He uses both
hands and superior strength to anchor Whitney in place. Whit is
moaning and thrashing about, almost delirious with pleasure. He
can tell that the pucker is beginning to dilate and he moves his
tongue deeper into the hot musky tunnel. He never knew control was
such a rush. 'Oh yeah Lex is going to be pissed he missed this!'
Clark stabs his long tongue deep into Whitney and can feel Whitney
melting with pleasure. Whit is close to shooting and Clark decides
to be cruel.
He gets up and leaves Whitney in the worst of all states, seconds
from the point of no return and weak from the pleasure coursing
through his veins. Clark returns and reaches for the base of Whit's
thick dick. He pulls the strap around it tight and then loops the
remaining strings around his heavy nuts. He uses the cord to divide
the tight sack and then loops the remainder around the base of the
whole package. Whitney won't be coming until Clark says he is good
Whit looks down and sees his manhood bound tight and full. His
cock is weeping precome at a rapid clip and his head is purple and
swollen. He whimpers.
Clark forces Whit to his knees. "Suck it, and do a good job
or you are leaving here frustrated...no hands."
Whitney opens his mouth and leans forward to capture the hooded
head. He opens wide and allows it to slowly descend down his throat.
He pulls back and begin to lick the crown and under the hood. The
taste is an aphrodisiac and drives him into a frenzy. Soon he can't
get enough of Clark's awesome cock. He licks it and moves down the
length until he is licking the low hanging orbs. He laps at them
and takes one in his mouth and sucks. He can taste the sweat from
earlier and wants so much more. He wants to please Clark, make him
happy. His tongue travels back to the tip and crown and again his
mouth opens to take the thick rod inside. He uses his teeth intentionally,
getting Clark's attention. He uses them to peal the skin away from
the sensitive head and allows the heat and wetness of his mouth
to pleasure that tender flesh.
Clark was in heaven. Whitney may not have been an expert but he
was very enthusiastic. He let his hand run through the thick blond
mane that the jock favored. He let his slave continue to show devotion
to his cock, getting him ready for take the virgin sacrifice that
was going to be offered willingly.
Whitney was trying to swallow the whole length but it was too long
and thick for him to manage soon he felt Clark's hand push his head
back and off the tasty rod. He was being lifted and turned over
again. His cock was throbbing and aching. He needed to come so bad
it hurt. He felt that wonderful tongue penetrate him again but accompanied
by a long thick finger. He gasped at the unexpected but screamed
as it crooked and found what it searched for. His cock jumped but
could not find its release. Another hand was now running up and
down his flat stomach and teasing his nipples again. He began to
fuck himself on the two fingers that were opening him up. He was
losing all thoughts.
Clark heard the desperation in that voice and smiled. Oh yeah...Lex
was going to kill him but Whitney was hooked. Maybe Lex needed a
naked male maid to wait on him all day long.
"Silence boy." Clark dropped his hand and squeezed the
bound package that was Whitney's pride and joy. He heard the whimper
and smiled again. He continued to torment the jock's ass and prostate.
Whitney was on the verge of breaking from the pain/ pleasure that
this now was. Clark flipped him over, using his awesome strength.
"Now I am going to fuck you so hard...be as vocal as you want.
You have permission."
Clark grabbed the lube and used it to continue to tease Whit's
opening but did not attack the prostate, that was his cock's job.
He put on a condom and slicked his dick and moved to the perfect
position. "Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes! Please...fuck me!"
Clark entered Whitney was in heaven. The jock was so tight and
the legs wrapped around his back felt great. He pushed all the way
in and Whitney was panting and cursing.
"Oh fuck...Oh GOD DAMN!"
"Take it...you are mine now, you love it!"
"Fuck...oh yeah." Whitney was being impaled by Clark's
cock and he was beyond words. He wanted it so much and his cock
and balls ached with pent up pressure. That wonderful spot in his
ass was being assailed by that big dick. His ass was on fire but
he was beyond caring. He was burning with passion that he never
knew existed. He was moaning and groaning at the top of his lungs.
Clark's rhythm was fast and powerful the upstroke and downstroke
were hitting that sweet spot. Clark felt the pressure in his nuts
build and felt them pull up tight to the base of his thick tool.
He looked down at the sweaty mess that used to be Whitney but was
now his sex slave. That thought sent him past his point and he quickly
unbound Whitney's swollen genitals.
Whitney felt the bindings free his package and the pressure that
had built up was rushing for release.
Both boys screamed at the same time. The intensity was beyond description.
Clark collapsed on top of Whitney. He slowly came to his senses
and pulled out. He looked at Whitney and he was comatose. Clark
smiled and laughed. Lex was definitely going to be pissed he missed
this but Whitney would do anything Clark wanted. He could guarantee
Part 1 1/2 coming soon.