Read Gay Romance : Great Men of Power (MM Menage Gay Romance) Online
Authors: Mathew Rodrick
I watched him get himself sorted and then exit the bus, never looking back. For some reason I like to see them leave, it validated why we were all here, they may have felt like they were using me, but I was most certainly using them. The intense pleasure received from this encounter was mine and mine alone. It is funny how this can be such a selfish act.
At this point I pulled one of the cocks into my mouth, and then tried with some resistance to pull the other one in there as well, my mouth was so full of cock I loved it. My body already has the discarded seed of the long gone strangers and was also littered with my sweat and the sweat of the other men dripping on me. I was a huge mess, covered with cum sweat and dirt from the bus floor. My once white shirt now had the remnants of my dirty act all over it.
As I pulled the mashed in cocks from my mouth I began furiously stroking them opposite each other and as one began to cum the other also did at the same time to the point that they were squirting all over my hair and face. When I saw this I couldn’t hold back another cum shot and I shot what felt like the last bit of cum I had onto the floor. Damon grabbed my hair pulled his cock out of my ass and brought his face close to mine. Everyone else stopped as I remained perched on all fours, scared and still excited, what would violent act would he do now. I was supposed to ask permission every time I was to cum and this time I did not ask for that permission. There was a very strange quite, you could cut the tension with a knife. Slowly the men who just came stood up one turned and walked away, while the other last remaining men stayed to watch more, they wanted to know what was to happen next. Or maybe take another turn at me.
I dared not move and it was eerily silent. I dared not turn around for angering the already angry Damon. I heard the clanging of something metal that I could only assume was his belt. It was then that I felt the sharp sting of it on my ass as I let out a very girlish scream. It did not stop him, he whipped me again and again. I sat like a good boy and took it until it got to the point that I could no longer take the sting.
I began to protest the whipping, moving my hand in the way and my body out of the way, even though I knew I deserved it. As the tears streamed down my face one of the other men took off his belt and used it to bind my hands, then he grabbed my left nipple and began to pull it, it was too painful for me to imagine so I tried to put my mind somewhere else. The other man grabbed my other nipple and pulled it as well, I shrieked in pain, but it was a half shriek of pain and half a shriek of excitement.
I gazed at Damon and said, “Please sir, can I have some more cock.”
He did not answer but obliged me by forcing his manhood inside my ass. He fucked me so hard that the two men holding my nipples could no longer maintain their grip. He thrust faster and faster and I could feel his bulging cock become engorged and ready to cum. Right before he was about to explode, he stopped himself, slapped me in the face and moved away.
He said “I want to be the last in this fuck doll.” I smiled at him, he smirked at me because he knew he owned me.
I felt as though the other men were not as worthy anymore yet I was more than happy to have some more cock. The odd man out took it upon himself to enter me next and in short order he shot his load deep in my ass, it dripped down and onto the floor and as I collapsed face up I realized how exhausted I was. I could not take any more but the last man did not care, he entered into my mouth with his cock as I lay lifeless on the floor. Thankfully it did not take long and right before he came he pulled out and showered my body with more cum.
It was at this point that I realized I could not move or I did not want to move. I watched as the 2 men gathered themselves together, did up their pants and marched out the bus. They did not look back, I remember thinking if you were to see these men on the street you would think them just normal business men going home to their wives, you would never know what they had just been involved in. I was always surprised at how little we actually know about what people do in this world.
All that was left in the bus now Damon and me. I thought…I have no more to give.
“No, I said!! I cannot do it.”
He replied, “Yes, you can and you will.”
All at once he picked me up with one arm flipped me over and shoved himself deep in my ass. He continued to fuck me while his arm was wrapped around my stomach, I was covered with cum and had to try and blink some of it out of my eyes. Thankfully that same cum had lubricated my ass a little, not enough that it didn’t hurt, but enough that it wasn’t unbearable. He dropped me onto all fours and I hit the ground with a smash.
“Turn and face me slut.”
I turned.
“Open your mouth whore!”
I opened my mouth.
“Beg for my cum.”
I put both hands together and said, “Please sir, I know I am not deserving but could I please have your cum.”
At that point he obliged me by shooting a load right in my eye with such force it splashed off my face and hit him. When he finished he slapped my face and said, “Lick all this mess up.”
I turned and said, “what if I refuse.”
He said, “You are mine now you have no right nor cause to refuse.” I knew it to be true, so I went on all fours and began like a little cat to lick up the mess.
This indignity was a small price to pay for the realization of my greatest fantasy, but where would it all go from here?
Damon turned to me as if nothing happened and said, “Don’t be late for work tomorrow, it’s an important conference.”
Gasping for air with one eye open all I could reply was “Yes sir.”
And yet all I could think about was, what would come of the next days I spend with him, more over what would come of my job. I now had something on this Billionaire that I am sure no one or very few people knew about.
It was then I realized that there is great power in the act of submission.
This man...was the doctor? The one that was going to be examining him? For a moment Desmond felt a flicker of shame, but shook himself off and remembered he was a doctor. He probably saw old ladies and fat old men all day, and he couldn't be much worse than that, could he? With a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth at that thought, Desmond stepped onto the scale. Dr. Tabard walked up closely behind him. "So, Mr. Batone, we're doing a full physical for you today?"
He nodded nervously, trying not to look at the number on the scale. Instead he studied the doctor when he had his face turned profile, admiring the five o'clock shadow on his square, strong jaw. The Doctor’s eyes were dark and deep, but twinkled as if he were always hanging on to a private joke. His hair was slightly curly and slicked back. Idly he wondered how it would feel to press close to him and run his hands through it.
"Mr. Batone?"
The nurse's voice snapped him out of his fantasy.
"Oh...yes?"
"We're done for now. The Doctor is going to talk to you about some options to help you gain some weight and..."
Desmond felt his stomach drop out, and tears pricked at his eyes. Dr. Tabard's voice cut through. "Janice, he's here for a physical. He doesn't need to be treated like that."
The nurse looked chagrined. "But doctor..."
The Doctor’s tone was firm. "Why don't you go finish up your charts for the day?" It was more of a command than a suggestion.
Hiding his face for a moment, Desmond prayed this handsome doctor hadn't seen his eyes watering. The nurse walked out in a huff, and there was a strong, sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
"Are you all right?"
Biting a finger to keep his lip from quivering, Desmond nodded. He didn't want to look at him, but Dr. Tabard touched his face gently to guide Desmond’s gaze to him.
"Please don't take what she says to heart. Janice tends to be highly critical of anyone who doesn't follow what she considers to be the ideal lifestyle."
"But what about you?" Desmond said, as he felt a tear course down his cheek, and cursed himself for it.
The Doctor’s look was intense and dark. "I think that everyone's body is different, and yours is one of the healthier ones I've seen."
"Healthier?" Desmond’s tone was full of disbelief.
The Doctor nodded, completely serious. "Oh yes. I've seen plenty of men your size who have given up on bulking up, but you're here because you're a member at a nearby gym, isn't that correct?"
"I'd...never thought of it that way before."