Chapter 6
Good Butts
Buck: “He is alone. Time to execute. Your time window is short.”
Nels: “Yes sir. Just hand me that hat and wild oats and I’ll complete the mission as required.”
Doctor Matthew: “We’re your support team for your egress. Just call out. We got your back.”
Nels: “Do not underestimate this ass. Sit back, dear Doctor. I was not chosen without — literally — a good fucking reason, was I?”
Songs and Chronicles of Nels the Naked and Formidable, May 24th, the Speech That Was Not
“Nels? Reporter… intrepid and…”
“Immaculate, I think was your word,” I said.
Congressman Hammering had opened the hotel room door as I knocked. He saw my face, looked a bit confused and spoke. But before the routine third syllable was uttered, the sight of the rest of me, butt naked as it were, flicked him off his ordinary trajectory and stale routine.
I wore no clothing except for a straw hat. Between my teeth, a straw of fresh wild oats. I knew his fixations and dreams. I had dialled them up to the figurative eleven. His routine programming crashed hard when faced with my body and spirit.
Naked boys only came knocking unannounced on doors in his dreams, I bet. Well, Hammering, that changes today, I thought — praised be the Sovereign.
I pushed him confidently inside his room with my hand against his chest. He stepped backwards into the New York City luxury suite he was staying in. Buck had already confirmed the Congressman was alone in his room. This was the evening before his big speech the next day. I had at most half an hour to do my part of the mission, probably less. Still plenty. I would even have time for some performance. Make it fun.
“I was not expecting… my dear boy, has something happened? You seem different… I mean, naked… what is going on,” stammered the Congressman.
“Call me Lars. And you know what? Today the prairie was rough. Hard fucking work all day. And the boss — some stuck-up guy who thinks work consists of turning delicate pages in a book. Such dainty little hands. Can you blame me when my thoughts turn a bit…savage,” I said while slowly taking steps toward the Congressman whose pupils were dilating fast.
I firmly pushed him down on his back on the floor carpet. The judo I had learnt under Buck’s tutelage was not just good for my lean mean six-pack.
Without any pills, his pants had already that distinctive shape only an uncontrollable boner can make. I stood above him, my feet on either side of his head. His mouth was already agape.
“You want to know how I rode my stallion today at work? Should I show you? You know what, why am I even asking… wimpy page-turner boys like you don’t get to choose. Free on the American prairie, you have no power over what is going to happen,” I said and crouched down on top of him.
I slapped my dick on the side of his face before I sat my ass on him. The Congressman’s eyes, nose, and mouth were in direct contact with unadulterated, premium, firm ass. Quintessential American young man buttocks, with the unquestionable power to defeat Nazis, travel to the moon and wrestle steers into the dirt were fully in command of the Congressman’s senses. Any half-decent patriot would have burst out singing the Star-Spangled Banner.
The Congressman had an excuse, however. He was already nuzzling, nibbling, licking and sucking on what I applied with force to his face. I began grinding in a circular motion.
“The stallion was tough today. Hard work to tame what was between my legs. But I rode it well. I hauled more beef and oats today than ever before. Fuck complaining about it. Some things in real life you solve with sweaty muscles and tangible force. You do it. No second guessing. If that means pistol-whipping someone with your boner, then so be it. If that means squeezing your ass hard around something, bring it on, I say! Good things don’t just happen, they are made. You hear that?” I asked the Congressman.
“Yes Lars, yes, you are right…” the Congressman managed to say through the corner of his mouth before I pressed down on him again. I was determined that no utterances would exit his mouth without some naked part of my body muffling it. The flesh can be mightier than the word — elementary history, taught right, tell us that.
“Just raw sensation. Nothing between me and the wild. No clothes. No pretence. No words and wormy politeness. Just me, my stallion moving as the laws of nature intended—the higher laws. Back and forth, up and down, side to side, hard and gentle, fast and slow, every second of life, every drop from my body, full of undiluted purpose,” I said as I moved my body along with the description.
I gave the Congressman a couple of minutes with his face between my legs. I was I who decided what part, how much, and for how long, he got to savour from my body. His tongue, lips and slurping made it abundantly clear he was enjoying every last bit. But it was time to ramp up the pace. I had a mission to complete.
“But the wild is more than plants and animals. It is man too. I need me some man,” I said and removed my ass from Hammering’s face and motioned downwards. That distinctive pop rang out of a horny man’s eager lips losing their grip on a firm boy's ass.
With a few rough and well-aimed tugs at his pants, the Congressman’s boner swung out. It seemed almost uncomfortably engorged. Just to the right of the base of his dick was a birthmark almost exactly in the shape of Lake Superior.
I straddled him, one hand on the side of his face, a thumb inside his sucking mouth, the other hand directing his dick inside me. He moved in nice and easy as he had lubricated my ass diligently. “Lars… I am… you are…” mumbled the Congressman as my buttocks landed with a nice slap against Lake Superior.
I knew how to move my ass, grind it good and proper, and squeeze his dick and pound down the flesh of my buttocks on his aged body. He was rock-hard, not a limp part of his dick. So the poking inside me was pretty nice after all.
“Wild nature. Untamed stallion. Just go full steam ahead. The boss does not know the proper truth. But maybe you do. Dainty Hammering we call you. We take charge and move, create and make things. You are too limp for that, are you not? Or maybe not? After all, your dick feels pretty hard and good. You can tell a lot about a man from how he wields his manhood,” I said while I kept the gyrations on top of the Congressman at an exacting pace.
Through my body and words, I transported the Congressman far into the distant dreamland. His lover Lars, whoever he might have been, had returned and dragged Hammering into the domain of the raw and untamed American wild. This was not an endeavour carefully contained by man-made laws. My acts and my body had not merely stripped the Congressman of his clothing. He had been stripped of his false comforts and deceptions as well.
Men above a certain age, used to soft cushions and heavy cream, cannot be ridden too vigorously on the floor or outdoors — you learn that in Bottoming 101. At some point, you better give them their release. Besides, there was a mission timetable to manage. So while I let Lars speak words about shy boys with dainty manicured fingers getting the manly treatment in a field of grass under the star-filled sky, I brought Hammering to a powerful, pulsating orgasm.
I leaned down, kissed him and whispered: “This is truth, this is worth fighting for, this is what your service should be about, what true commitment gives, not that other thing, not that other guy and his pedestrian will. Act like a man, damn it.”
The Congressman’s eyes were closed, his breadth fast but also relieved. He had heard the words and felt them. He nodded his head reflexively.
What the Congressman had not heard, thanks to my dirty talk and the sound of wild buttocks riding, was the knock on the door, the keycard used by his assistant, and the door that opened.
“What!?” shouted the Chief of Staff of the President.
Damn right. A thoroughly ridden and transcendently satisfied man is not a sight many know. No wonder confusion was the spontaneous reaction.
I stood up confidently. I turned around, tipped my straw hat with my thumb, and smirked as the Congressman’s assistant and the Chief of Staff of the President involuntarily gazed at my body, from the sweaty chest, down the pectorals to my still hard dick and confident pair of balls. The Congressman made a half-hearted attempt to stand up, but Lars and I had done him well, body and mind, so he remained on the floor exhausted and satisfied.
The two clothed men turned around and exited. “That’s it. No way. It’s done. What are we supposed to do now? This will ruin the whole plan!” were the loud protests from the Chief of Staff who fled down the hotel corridor.
I turned around to look at Hammering. I took off the straw hat and threw it to him.
“You are less free now. Bound by truth. The money train will not run as smoothly as before. But you are also better than ever. Godspeed Hammering. We will follow your acts with interest,” I said and turned to exit.
His eyes were on my naked ass. I felt it. I turned around.
“Lars is there for you, to command you. Don’t resist it,” I said and exited the room.
Mission complete. I felt such satisfaction. We drove back to the Sovereign’s palace. The encouraging butt slaps from both Buck and Doctor Matthew meant they knew I had done it. My first action in the field, as it were, had been a success. No way the Congressman would hold his big announcement speech, and without that, well, that served the Sovereign designs somehow, so all is well. Trust the man in command.
Two hours after our return to the palace, I was summoned into one of the libraries. Seated at his desk was the Sovereign. Standing near him was Buck and Ken, and a few more of the Sovereign’s men.
And then I saw Victor, dressed in only a wreath of leaves on his head. He smiled, he was happy, and his body burst with happiness — his erection but one sign of this truth. And next to Victor stood the Prince, his hand resting on Victor’s delicious butt. We felt such joy.
“When we first found you, back in your dank apartment, pinning your aspirations to dead-eyed theory and grievances, I knew you could grow strong under good command. The spirit in the body is alive and rising. Your first mission has been a success. And not merely because of your ass and stellar bottoming, but because of your grasp of the true nature of good manhood and command,” the Sovereign said.
“More than that, your bonds run deeper and truer than most. You acted and persevered for your beautiful friend. He is now under my command — he has submitted. My son has already confirmed that is so,” the Sovereign said and reached out his hand and pulled Victor close and gave those huggable butt cheeks a loving squeeze.
I knew them both, the Prince and Victor. By their looks alone, I knew that there had been some wild fucking taking place recently — there is something about smiles, gait, and muscle definition from torso to hamstrings that follows from a great powerful top-to-bottom sex session. So while I turned Hammering off his bad path, Victor had no doubt felt the full heft and girth of the Prince’s thrusts inside, seen that handsome strong man shine above, and sung the tunes of moaning surrender as a true and strong man pounded Victor’s bouncy bubble butt.
What more proof is needed that the world can be made a better place? Fear not. Instead, apply robust and virile effort and surmount. Man up and take on that challenge.
With a butt slap and nod, the Sovereign allowed Victor to run over to me. We embraced. Ken joined us as well. We were together again, united and whole under the Sovereign, ready to serve, ready for action, able and willing to do good. It brings great joy to be naked and close to your nude and handsome bottom boyfriends. We felt our powers swell.
“A beautiful day worth recording for the future. Nels, consider that your task,” said the Sovereign as we turned to face him. Dear reader, whoever you are somewhere in the future, this text is proof of my obedience to the command given.
“And so another mission begins,” said the Sovereign. “Doctor Matthew is away. He is engaged in the mission elsewhere. Soon I expect it is your turn to take over. All three of you have a role to play, most of all you, Nels. It will require commitment.”
“Anything we can do, Sovereign,” said Ken, and the rest of us nodded.
“You know firsthand the path that took you here. My men of force helped pave the way. From your pitiful beginnings, they moulded and tested you, brought out your particular kind of immense power. What men like you may find surprising is that my men of force have had to be moulded and have their good power brought out as well — a square jaw, big dick and penchant for benchpresses is far from enough. It is rather your task to give them a creative quest. This time a specific man needs that guidance for his true powers to emerge.”
“Tell me, how well can you prepare a latte and how pleasing can you shape its foam pattern” asked the Sovereign.
“Well, back home in the south I did work as a barista,” answered Victor. “Hearts and tulips are the staple designs, of course. If the guy ordering was hot, though, I mean unzip-those-pants-right-now-and-ravage-me-on-this-table level of hot, I would do a unicorn to velvety perfection. Steaming milk is an evocative medium.”
“And did he ever? I mean ravage you?” asked Ken with a wink.
“Sure. It happened. Those of us in the know can tell you that after the closing hours of many coffee shops of our land, the menu of sweet stuff served up on tables and counters changes — less made with high-fructose syrup, more of firm and pliable flesh instead.”
“Good,” said the Sovereign.
He then placed two identical knitted sweaters on his desk. They were the kind that belonged in an aisle labelled ‘tacky 90s stuff', for $9.99. Or so it seemed at first glance. They were made of fine merino wool, all soft and cozy.
“Nels the Naked, Victor the Bountiful, put these on. Bulky clothing is not your element anymore, but it is for a few minutes only for a necessary performance.”
I stroked the wool and looked at Victor and Ken who both had curious smiles. What an eccentric place. What an adventure. Could this be an adventure so good you feel it in the balls and stroking real nice and deep inside? We sure hoped so. At least now we would do it together. No obstacle is too great for a set of supreme asses acting in unison.
