SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! (4 page)

“Sure,” Cal said, but couldn’t help darting an eye at the clock.

“You get paid as long as you’re here, right?”

“No,” Cal said. “We close at 9 and I get paid till 9:30, no overtime.”

“So if I slipped you a twenty you could stay later?” Matt’s eyes were sparkling with something more than exertion.

“A twenty?” Cal asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, depends how late we stay.”

“I’ve got lockup duty tonight,” Cal said, his gaze even.

“Cool,” Matt smiled.

Cal finished his job. He let his boner rage, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he stuck it where it wanted to go. It had been a long time since he’d fucked a guy in the ass. That had been in jail, when they’d brought in this gay guy, high on speed and horny as fuck, and put him in Cal’s cell. The guards, knowing from the showers and the general catcalls that Cal had the biggest dick on the block, had smirked and thrown him a bottle of lotion, shut the cell door, and let nature take its course.

Not that he hadn’t wanted to do it again a bunch of times since. He’d come close once, with a guy who’d kept buying him drinks in a bar, probably thinking he had to if he wanted to convince the straight guy to come home with him.

Cal went home with him. But even drunk and loose, the dude had taken one look at his dick and said it was too big. Everybody acted like having a huge cock was the greatest thing in the world, but it sucked, so to speak, when you couldn’t even get a really good blowjob because nobody could take your piece.

He took a deep breath and let it out before going into the locker room. Half the lights were out, and Matt wasn’t at the lockers. He walked around the corner to the showers. No Matt. Then he went into the bathroom. The door to the last stall, the big handicapped stall, was shut.

He walked up to it and looked through the crack between the door and the frame. Matt was there on his knees, stroking his cock, half in shadow in the dim lighting. Cal put a hand on the top of the door – it wasn’t locked. He opened it and stood there.

“Down on your knees in the fucking toilet, huh? That’s how you want it?”

“Yeah,” Matt whispered, his eyes glittering with feverish lust. “Don’t you wanna use me like the dirty faggot I am?”

Cal moved into the stall and locked the door behind him, even knowing nobody else was in the building – it turned him on, thinking about trapping Matt like an animal here in this cage. He stood in front of Matt, legs spread, his dick hard as a rock. He put his hand on the back of Matt’s head and pushed it into his crotch. “You wanna get used, you’re gonna get used. Nobody here to hear you if you don’t like it.”

“I know…”

“Last chance to change your mind.”

Matt closed his eyes and opened his mouth in reply. Cal had gone commando today, no drawers, so when yanked his shorts down, his cock popped right out. He stuck his dick in Matt’s mouth, and Matt opened his eyes in surprise, looking down to see how big it really was.

“Okay, now you know what you’re getting,” Cal said. “So one more chance.”

Matt must have fucking unhinged his jaw like a snake, because the next thing Cal knew, his dick was down his throat. All the way down! It felt so awesome he groaned like an animal. He put his hands back and grabbed the top of the door for support. Matt was working his dick like a pro. Cal loved the feeling of just standing there, motionless, Matt doing all the work, up and down on his knob, hardly even gagging on it.

He opened his eyes and looked down. Matt had one hand on Cal’s thigh, caressing it, and the other was on his own ass, fingering his crack. Next to his knee Cal saw the hand lotion.

“Put that shit on your fingers,” he commanded. Matt broke off sucking him to get to the lotion and Cal grabbed his head.

“I didn’t tell you to take your mouth off my dick.” He shoved his meat deep down Matt’s throat, which only got his new bottom bitch more excited. Matt pumped lube onto his hand and stuffed it into his asshole.

Cal reached down and put his own fingers in there to test it – yeah, it was no cherry down there. Not floppy loose, but not cherry – this was going to work! He was going to fuck the shit out of that.

“Turn around. Don’t get up, turn around on your knees.” Cal bent Matt over the toilet, his face against the wall, ass thrust up high. Cal got down on his knees, looking for the perfect angle. He pulled off his t-shirt and stuffed it in Matt’s mouth. “Better not fucking scream.”

He put some lotion on his dick, already tense with excitement. He knew the secret to fucking a girl in the ass with a big dick was to get the head past the sphincter, so she thinks the worst is over and then relaxes. Then in that moment just push, push that fucker all the way up there.

And that’s what he did. He had a big mushroom head and once that was in, Matt half groaned half sighed, and on the sigh, Cal rammed it home. The t-shirt muffled most of Matt’s shout, and he bucked and tried to get off Cal’s dick, but there was nowhere to go. Cal held him steady, his hands around Matt’s waist, locking his fingers into the tight V under his abs, not moving, not letting Matt move, just making Matt accept that his monster cock wasn’t coming back out.

Then he squeezed his glutes
, pushing himself in a little more even though there was no more to go in. Matt’s prostate was fucking screaming right now for sure. He pulled out a little, then pushed it back in slow.

He could feel Matt under him opening up, his body’s shock at the foreign invader fading as it realized what it was there to do. Then after a couple of strokes, he pulled out a little more and then, keeping the head inside Matt’s hole, he pumped some more lotion straight onto his dick before pushing all the way back in, making that asshole slipperier and smoother.

Matt was relaxing now, feeling the big slick piston settling into a rhythm. He started to try and push back onto Matt’s cock, to set the pace. Cal put his hand on Matt’s head and shoved his face into the toilet stall wall.

“Don’t fucking move.” Matt froze, breathing shallow through the side of his mouth not pressed against the wall, one hand against the wall and the other rubbing his dick. “You hear me?”

Matt nodded. “Yes, sir.”

With his other hand, Cal grabbed Matt’s hand and tore it off his cock. “Brace yourself.”

Matt put both hands up against the wall like he was about to be frisked, and Cal started fucking him for real, putting his abs and hips into it and making sure Matt felt every ounce of his ten-incher.

This was it, man, this was the way he loved to fuck, hard and fast and not giving a goddamn if it hurt or not – nah, not true – he wanted it to hurt, wanted to see Matt’s grimace as his brain shook in his skull from the pounding, feeling the pain of that big dick stabbing his guts and then the pleasure of the slick skin-on-skin friction, the sweet sting deep inside. The toilet was rattling and Matt’s head was knocking against the wall and Cal could give a shit.

Matt’s face was red and Cal tore the t-shirt out of his mouth to let him breathe. “Fuck! Fuck! O God!”

Cal laughed. “Fucking take it, man. You ain’t never had it like this have you.”

“No, oh god it feels so good…oh! OH!”

“Fucking hurts, huh?” Cal grabbed Matt’s shoulders for traction as he pumped him harder.

“Yeah! Don’t stop!”

“I ain’t fucking stopping.”

He reached down and touched the head of Matt’s dick, which made him jump. He took some of the juice off it onto his fingers and shoved them into Matt’s mouth. “Taste that? Huh? Yeah, that’s me fucking the cum out of you.”

“Oh god, yeah, I’m fucking cumming
…”

“You think I’m gonna stop because you came, huh? I ain’t fucking stopping … OH FUCK!”

It was like a volcano on top of an earthquake when he came. He punch-fucked that ass for all he was worth, his orgasm growing more and more intense as it went on, and on. His hands slipped off Matt sweat-slicked shoulders and he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes as he finished off.

Finally he was down to jerks and twitches. Matt disobeyed him at last and started moving back and forth on his dick, trying to milk even more cum out of him. Cal pulled out with a pop and Matt shuddered.

Cal got up, opened the stall door and walked out. He stuck his dick in the sink and started rinsing it off. He looked at Matt in the mirror, on his knees in the stall, jerking off, using his own juices as lube, the juices Cal had pushed out of him with his cock.

Cal worked his own dick while he watched Matt pinch his nipple hard with his dry hand, bucking and arching as he got close.

Cal was hard again watching him. Little bitch got his asshole reamed out and loved it! In a few quick steps he was in front of Matt again, stroking his cock. Matt jerked his own equipment, and started taking short fast breaths, edging ever closer.

“Yeah, give me a fucking facial, man,” Matt begged, and in seconds Cal blew another huge load on his face. That was all it took for Matt to shout and lose his own shit,
jizz flying everywhere.

Cal looked down at the mess, shook his head, and walked out, leaving Matt slumped on the floor. When he came back, he was rolling the mop bucket. He gave it a shove into the stall, where it bumped hard into Matt. “Now clean this shit up.”

Matt smiled. “My pleasure.”

Cal turned the last of the lights out and held the door for Matt. “Thanks, man,” Matt said.

“Yeah, you too,” Cal said, locking the doors to the gym.

Matt looked at his watch. “Oh, shit, it’s 10:30. I’ve kept you way past.”

Cal shrugged. “No worries.” There were worse ways to spend a Friday night than busting out half his body weight in
cumloads
.

Matt reached for his wallet. “You wouldn’t feel weird if I…”

“Gratuities accepted, man.”

Matt handed him a hundred dollar bill. “Worth every penny. Anytime you wanna do it again, I’m up for it.”

Cal kept a poker face, even though he was shocked. A fucking Benjamin! “You don’t have to do that, dude. That’s a lot of money.”

“That was a lot of cock. Besides, it turns me on, paying for it. Paying for what I really want. And getting it.”

Cal smiled. “In that case, maybe I should lock up next Friday, too.”

Severin’s
mouth curled as he drained his beer. His thoughts must have been drifting for a while, because the last sip was warm and rank. Of course, he realized, it wouldn’t take long for beer to get warm in here. The body heat radiating off of this many men in this small a space would have done that in any bar.

But add to that the full leather most of the patrons were wearing, and the low, deep sexual thrum of male energy pulsing in the room, and no wonder the liquid was warm. Severin had on his blue jeans, black Docs, a tight black T and his biker jacket, but he never cracked a sweat in here – at least, not on the ground floor.

He approached the bar, and the crowd of patrons waiting for the bartender’s attention made way for him. The regulars deferred automatically to the alpha male in the room, and not just because he was the owner. The other customers caught on because the silence around them, and the sudden free space, made them turn around to see what was going on.

Severin was everything you’d expect or desire in a Master: Tall, ripped physique, dark good looks, his beautiful foxy features hard to read in the bar’s dim light. His thick shock of black hair was unusual in here, where most men’s hair was #2
buzzcut
at the longest. His dark eyes rarely connected with other men’s. They passed over you, or, if you were lucky, through you, penetrating and enthralling. Vampire eyes, that could bend you to their will without his even touching you.

“Bel,” he said to the barman, who with a good bartender’s, and a good bottom’s, instinct had dropped what he was doing and hurried to attend to Severin. “We need to adjust the fridges. A couple degrees colder.”

“Yes, sir, sorry, sir.”

Severin waved away the apology. “It was fine, before. But we’re getting busier these days, and the beer gets warmer faster now.”

Belial grinned, the dim track light casting shadows beneath the horny implants in his forehead. He bowed gracefully, a little devilish affectation but also a gesture of real respect. “Yes, sir, I’ll make the change.” He admired his boss more every day. Not just because he was the most ruthless top
Bel
had ever seen working over a sub, but also because he’d never made so much in tips in his life. In a few months,
Severin’s place had become
the
destination for pigs in this town.

Severin took the beer and made his rounds, nodding to customers who were starting to look familiar, stopping to chat with his regulars, asking about details of their personal lives that he’d memorized as well as any politician. He took pride in his work here, took pride in what a great success the bar had become, even though the money it brought in was pocket change compared to his other income sources.

His eye always caught something out of the ordinary, and in this case it was a bright spot by the door. A young man in faded jeans and a white t-shirt was like a sore thumb in here, and his white sneakers alone would disqualify him from meeting the bar’s dress code. He was flushed with embarrassment.

“No sneakers, sir. Sunday afternoons only.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to …” The young man felt Severin’s
eyes on him as the owner approached the door.

Severin nearly froze in his tracks, only his self-command keeping him in motion. It was
him!
He felt transported back in time…back to a dorm room, back to a different person he had been. Back before he had his one tattoo emblazoned across his chest.