This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy that is not based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead, is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.
All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.
In no way do the practices and themes depicted in this story reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices. If you choose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it to yourself and your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself, have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Would you please consult with a health professional?
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I have absolutely no idea where the idea for this story came from, but as you will see, chapter two follows on really closely, and I am starting it today as I continue with this story. Funny little side note, When I am editing my stories, I like to go out, so I’m not distracted. I thought I had actually left a rough draft of this story behind me after I had edited it. I was devastated ‘cause that was the last thing I wanted anyone to find, but I did find it and the corrections that I’d made, so that was a close call.
I hope you enjoy this little story of mine.
Chapter 1
How It All Began
“Fuck! It’s so fuckin’ hot,” Franc bellowed as he continued painting the wall and wiped the sweat out of his eyes.
“Yeah, I know! Quit ya belly aching, will ya? Look, I appreciate the help. When we finish this wall, we can go for a swim in the pool if ya like?” I replied.
“Yeah! That sounds great,” Franc replied as he continued to paint and wipe his face almost simultaneously.
I’d decided to remodel the garage into a granny flat. My parents are getting older, and it’d be easier to keep an eye on them if they lived here, so I decided to spring it on them when it was finished and see what they say.
I finished my part of the wall and stood back to look at the whole wall. Franc was standing on a plank supported by a ladder at either end. I knew it was hot, but I didn’t realise just how hot Franc was as he was stripped to his cut-off jeans, and if I hadn’t seen him in them all the time, I’d have thought they were boarding on the obscene. And I’m using the term ‘boarding on’ generously. Franc is a swimmer and has a great swimmer’s body, but he hates having tan lines and a lily-white butt on display. So, he cut his cut-off jeans down even further; he cut most of the arse out of them and cut the fronts so they followed his groin, so they were more speedo shaped. He hasn’t got the largest butt in the world, but due to all his swimming and working out, it is very firm.
“Looking good,” I said as I looked at the wall as Franc finished up.
“What, me or the wall?” he asked with an evil grin on his face.
“Fuck off!” I replied as he jumped down from the plank and stood beside me as we admired our handiwork.
“Fuck! It’s hot in here; I hope you’re gunna insulate the place?”
“Of course, I want them to move in, and you know how sensitive mi mum is to the heat!”
“Yeah,” Franc replied with a chortle. I’m sure he remembers what it was like at my place over the summer when we were growing up. Mum sat in the lounge with three fans on, all the windows closed, the blinds pulled down, and we boys getting yelled at whenever we opened the front or the back door.
“I’m going for a swim,” Franc said as he pulled what was left of his shorts over his arse and down his shapely legs. “Ok, I’ll go in and get some towels”, I said as I followed Franc’s butt walking down the passage to the bathroom, watching the globes contracting and relaxing in turn as he walked. We always had to shower before entering the local pool; they were big on it. So much so that the entrance naturally funnelled the newcomers into the changerooms. Everyone just showered as a matter of course, and we’ve just continued on with it, even here, though it does seem a bit redundant.
I left Franc in the bathroom, went inside, got some beach towels, and dumped them by the pool before I went back inside and joined Franc in the shower. Franc stood out of the shower, grabbed a can of shaving crème and a razor out of his bag, stood in front of the mirror, applied a liberal helping of shaving crème to his chest, and began to shave. He started off watching himself in the mirror, but with all the steam, that was almost impossible, so he tried just looking down at his chest.
“What the fuck ya doin’?” I asked him as I turned off the water.
“I have a swim meet on Saturday, and I’ve got to shave down for that,” he finished growling to himself.
“Do you always do it?” I asked him.
“Nah,” he replied, “Josh normally does it for me and the rest of the guys, but he’s away and won’t be back until Saturday, and he said he’d do us all then. But I don’t think he’ll have enough time, so I thought I’d give it a go…, but,”
“Oh, fuck, give it to me before you do yourself a mischief that I’m gunna have to clean up anyway.” Franc turned to face me and gave me the razor.
“So, what am I doin’?” I asked.
“Um, we usually do arms, pits, chest, and trim our pubes.”
“What????” I asked, “Are ya serious?”
“Yeah, always for a meet,” Franc replied, “it cuts down on water resistance.”
“Alright then,” I said resignedly, “stretch ya arms out, and let’s get on with it,” I said as I grabbed the can of shaving crème.
“Oh, but my arms are tired from all the painting,” Franc whined.
“For fuck sake,” I said as I headed out of the bathroom, “come on then, ya big fuckin’ baby,” I finished as I walked down the back of the unit. The back walls weren’t finished; it was just the framework. “Stand there,” I said, pointing to a spot on the ground in front of the framework while I went and got two lengths of rope. “Ok,” I said as I grabbed him by the wrist and looped a piece of rope around it before I did the same to his other wrist. I had Franc hold his arms out and secure his wrists to the framework, but with enough slack so that his arms weren’t straight out to his sides. “How’s that?” I asked him when I’d finished.
“Not too bad,” Franc replied, surprised.
“Good! Now shut the fuck up,” I said as I lathered up one of his arms and began to shave them. I had to get a bucket of water to wash the shaving crème and what hair was removed from the razor as I went. I did both his arms before I worked my way down to his pits. ‘I can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doing this,’ I thought as I shaved around Franc’s paps that were the size of fifty cents pieces. I’d never noticed that they were indented into his pecs before, which made it a bit easier to shave, I must admit. I continued down his chest, over his eight-pack, until I hit his navel, and I was bent almost double.
I straightened up and heard my back click as I bent over backwards. “Wait here,” I said, which was a bit superfluous considering Franc’s state. I went and got a couple of wooden boxes and put them on the ground in front of Franc. “You tell anyone I did this, and I’ll kick your ass from here to the fuckin’ moon,” I said with as much menace in my voice as I could muster.
To his credit, Franc wisely kept his mouth shut as I sat on one of the upturned boxes, lathered up his treasure trail, and attacked it with the razor. “Now, what about your pubic bush?” I asked Franc as I looked up at him and gave it a good tug.
“Ow, fuck,” he said as he tried to twist away from me but discovered that he couldn’t because he was tied in place. “Fuck, mate, just fuckin’ trim it, ok!”
“With what?” I asked him, “My fuckin’ teeth?” I said as I started muttering to myself about how the fuck did I end up in this position in the first fuckin’ place, and he better be grateful for all of this, the ungrateful shit; I finished up as I got up and went inside.
Rod, my younger brother, is staying with me at the moment, and I noticed that he had a few ‘items’ that were a bit questionable, like his hair trimmers, but he wears his hair shoulder length. So, I’m gunna have to talk to him about this, but for now, I’ll make use of it.
“Here we go,” I said to Franc as I turned on the trimmers, which I noticed had a full charge, as I sat down in front of Franc. I set to and shaved his pubic bush until there was nothing but short stubble; I picked his cock up and trimmed all around the base before I turned my attention to his ball sack and inner thighs. I picked up the can of shaving crème and applied it liberally all over his pubic area and around the base of his cock. Over his ball sack and inner thighs before I picked up the razor and set to shaving him as smooth as the day he was born.
I swear, I’ve never handled another guy’s cock, as much as I have today, in my entire life, and I swear I’m never doing it again. I stood up, stretched my back, and heard it pop again as I bent backwards. “Hey,” Franc said with a mischievous grin plastered on his face, “don’t point that thing at me. I’m not that way inclined.”
“Fuck off,” I said, “do ya want me to finish or not?” Franc just stood there with a goofy grin on his face. “Here, put your foot up here,” I said as I put a box in front of his leg. I covered it with shaving crème and shaved it smooth before I attacked his other leg. “Done!” I said triumphantly as I undid the ropes, “Now go in and wash off all the residual shaving crème,” I finished as I slapped him lightly on the arse. Franc gave a little jump as he moved out of range.
When he returned from his shower, he marvelled at how smooth his skin felt. I told him to shut up and stand still. I found a tube of aloe vera crème in Rod’s stuff and rubbed it into Franc’s skin where I’d shaved him to stop his skin from drying out too much or getting irritated. “Ok,” I said as I looped the two ropes around Franc’s wrists again, and with him full of questions, I led him over to the workbench, and I walked around to the other side before I pulled the ropes tight and tied the ends off to the legs of the bench. Now, Franc was bent at the waist with his chest flat on the bench. “Now, let’s look at the hairs on your back and arse….”
“Oh, hang on, mate….,” Franc began as I went to get the razor, shaving crème, and bucket.
Until I slapped his arse and told him to shut the fuck up. I moved back to my side of the bench as I lathered up his shoulders and upper back and shaved them smooth, but I had to go back to his side of the bench to get to the rest of him. As I knelt to have a good look at what I needed to do, I harrumphed to myself.
“What’s wrong?” Franc asked, a little worried.
“Nothing,” I hastened to relieve his concern, “it’s just that I never noticed how low your balls hang before. I suppose I’ve never had any real reason to look at them this closely before, at least not since we left school. From this angle, your balls look obscene,” I finished lamely.
I got back to the job in hand, I had to push myself hard against his naked arse so I could do his lower back, and the sensation of my cock lying down the crack of his arse was not lost on me. Once again, I threatened him to keep his fuckin’ mouth shut about this, or there would be hell to pay. As I stepped back from his prone form, I saw that I had cracked a fat, but hopefully, Franc hadn’t noticed. I busied myself lathering up Franc’s arse and shaving that while I wondered how I was going to get into his arse crack.
“Fuck!” I said when I cracked Franc’s arse cheeks apart.
“What’s wrong?” Franc asked in a worried voice.
“Look how hairy your arse crack is,” I said as I ran a finger down the base of his arse cleft, completely forgetting just how sensitive he is in that area. His leg kicked back involuntarily, but it was still quite a kick, and if I weren’t feeling so put on to shave him in the first place, I probably wouldn’t have reacted as much as I did. I picked myself up off the ground and grabbed two more lengths of rope; I tied his ankles off to the legs of the bench on his side, ‘try and kick me now, fuckwit’ I thought to myself as I retook my seat.
“What the fuck, mate…” Franc started.
“Look, I’m the one shavin’ ya, so I need some protection if I’m gunna go into ya crack, and I might as well, seeing as how I’ve done everywhere else. So, shut the fuck up, and hope to god I don’t nick ya there,” I said with feeling as I lathered up his crack, laughing to myself as his leg tried to kick me again a few times. I had to hold his arse cheeks apart so I had unfettered access to his anus.
I probably should explain something at this point: we are part of a group of friends who met up in kindergarten and went through primary and post-primary school together, and we’ve been firm friends the whole time. We’ve hung out together, spending weekends at each other’s houses, doing sleepovers, and going on holidays together. Like all boys, we’ve explored and compared each other’s body parts since the dawn of our relationship. That’s how I know I’m the only circumcised cock in the group, but the longest and the thickest, we taught each other how to masturbate since the first one of us learnt how to do it. And yes, we had competitions to see who could hold off cumming the longest or to see who could hold off cracking a fat, no matter what the stimulation. You know, usual boyhood games. So, we’re not squeamish about touching each other; it’s just that none of us has ever shaved one of the others of us before, so it’s a new era for us today.
I pulled his arse cheeks apart and shaved the cleft of his arse, taking care not to nick his anus, I’m pissed that I have to do this, but I’m not going to be a complete arsehole about it. I finished doing his arse. I shaved his perineum and set to doing the backs of his legs before I could slap him on the arse, untie him and tell him to go shower and wash the remaining shaving crème off.
On his way back out the door, I saw him absentmindedly stroking his cock, and he was starting to crack a fat. “Let go of your fuckin’ cock, and get the fuck over here,” I growled at him. I don’t know why I expected Franc to do anything different. All he’s done since I started shaving him is worry about his fuckin’ cock; well, I have something to fix that. I told him to stand in front of me, and I rubbed aloe vera into his back; his arse and arse crack and down his legs.
I told him to turn around while I grabbed a short length of cord and measured around the base of his cock and balls before I fished through a box at my feet until I found what I was looking for. I worked the backing ring around the base of his cock and balls before I slathered his cock in lube and slid the plastic tube over his cock before I padlocked the whole thing together.
“What the fuck!” Franc exploded.
“Now, ya can’t play with ya cock, and I won’t get in trouble with ya coach, now will I?” I asked him sternly.
“No, I suppose not,” Franc said resignedly.
“Now, let’s go swimming,” I said as I stood up and dived into the pool. I was coming back for my second lap when I felt a disturbance in the water and figured that Franc had decided to swim. We did some laps, and I had just sat on the lounge chair when I heard the latch on the back gate and looked up to see John and Ray walk through carrying our fish and chips. The boys stripped while we all grabbed our fish and chips.
“Hey, Franc,” Ray called, “get out of the fuckin’ pool and let’s get a look at ya.”
‘How the fuck….” I started, as Ray held up his phone and shook it, “oh,” was all I could think of to say fuming.
Franc pulled himself out of the water and was met with low whistles from Ray and John. “What the fuck,” Ray breathed.
“Oh, yeah,” I said sheepishly, “he wouldn’t leave his cock alone, and he has a swim meet to go to on Saturday. So….” I finished lamely.
We settled in and had an enjoyable evening swimming in the pool, and they all took delight in hanging shit on me all evening. It was getting late, and we all had to be up early in the morning, and there was a task I’d been putting off. “Franc, I have to check your chastity device and see if it’s irritating ya skin anywhere, but I can do it after the others have gone…”
“Hey, no problems,” Franc said, cutting me off, “I don’t care. Do you guys mind?”
“Fuck, no,” Ray and John chorused together and came and stood behind me while Franc stood in front of me.
“I’m not putting on a fuckin’ show here, guys,” I said through gritted teeth. But, wanting to get to bed myself, I unlocked the chastity device and took it off and checked around the base of Franc’s cock and ball sack to see if there was any skin irritation, and as there wasn’t, I put it all back and applied the padlock.
“Nice job,” Ray whispered in my ear, and I almost shit myself as I’d forgotten they were still there.
“Fuck off, ya fuckin’ poof! All of ya are nothing but a pack of poofs. I’ll never know how I ever stayed friends with ya’se,” I snarled as I stood up to go inside. As the guys started to head out the gate, I gave Franc a hairdryer (Rod’s, naturally) and told Franc to use it to dry his cock in the chastity device so he doesn’t get chaffed. I also told Franc that he had better come dressed appropriately tomorrow, or I would not be happy. He told me not to worry and walked out the back gate in nothing but his chastity device. It was pretty late, so I figured he wouldn’t run into anyone.
The following morning, I was dressed and ready to go at 06:00 a.m. and had begun to get the paint out. The boys arrived to do the outside wall of the extension around 07:00 a.m. Franc arrived shortly after, dressed in his usual cut-off jeans, which, because of the chastity device, I suppose, looked a little more obscene than they usually did. I soon forgot about it, though, as we all got busy.
Everyone was working away. I was inside painting with Franc. He went out to get some more paint. A short time later, I heard a commotion coming from the back of the unit. I put my brush down and walked down to the extension at the back of the unit to be met with the sight of the bricklayers trying to hold Franc bent over on the wall they’d partly built with his bare arse sticking out.
I ran outside and around to the back of the unit, “what the fuck is goin’ on?” I roared.
Everyone stopped what they were doing instantly and looked at the ground, somewhat embarrassed. “I’m paying you guys to build a fuckin’ wall, not to try and rape one of the other workers….”
“But….” one of the guys tried to cut me off.
“But, nothing!” I roared, “You’re here to build a fuckin’ wall, not fuck someone, and you’d better be fixing the damage you’ve caused at your expense, not mine, or Ted is going to hear about this. Is that Understood?”
“Yes,” the guys mumbled in return.
“And as for you,” I said as I rounded on Franc, “I thought I told you to remain covered up with everyone here….”
“Yes, but…” Franc tried to interrupt me.
I didn’t realise quite how mad I was until I picked up a bit of two-by-four, grabbed him by the arm, and spanked his arse hard ten times before either of us knew what I was going to do, nor remembered that we had an audience. “Now, get back to work,” I spat at him as I pushed him away, “and put your fuckin’ shorts on! I don’t want to see your naked arse around here again! Is that understood?” I turned around to see all the bricklayers and labourers staring at me open-mouthed.
“Yes, sir,” mumbled Franc as he walked away from me with his head hanging down, rubbing his sore arse.
“Fuck,” I said to myself as I followed Franc inside and went back to the painting. Telling the others to get to work over my shoulder. I don’t know what the fuck, Franc did for the rest of the day; he wisely kept out of my way.
Steve came to me mid-afternoon and told me they’d finished, but he would be back tomorrow to check that everything was ok. “We fixed the wall, but I just want to make sure there are no problems with it.”
I told him that that would be ok.
“Look,” he started sheepishly, “I just want to make sure that there’s no hard feelings about this morning. It’s just that,” he hastened on without giving me a chance to say anything, “you have to admit that ‘it’s’ got a great little arse. When he told us you’d put ‘it’ in chastity, I just thought you’d made ‘it’ available for all of us to use. I mean, it doesn’t matter how much ya fuck ‘it’; ‘it’ can’t ever get pregnant….”
“Look, ya happen to be talking about a good friend of mine, and no, ‘he’ is not an ‘it’. ‘He’ has a name, and I’d thank you to remember that in future. I appreciate your offer to check the wall tomorrow to make sure everything is ok,” I said, softening, “and I realise that you aren’t totally to blame, but this is a worksite, not a brothel, ok?” I said as I held out my hand.
“Sure, no hard feelings,” Steve said as he took and shook my hand before he left.
Now I had to go and make up to fuckin’ Franc, didn’t I. I found him finishing up the wall in the front room, “good job, mate,” I said as I came up behind him. “Look, I’m sorry I spanked your arse back there, but I don’t know what possessed you to walk around here naked….”
“Well, I wasn’t ‘naked’,” he replied as he turned and showed me the chastity device.
“Fuck,” was all I could think of the say. “Didn’t ya get a big enough lesson with those dick heads earlier?”
“How was that any different to what we did as kids?”
“Hey,” I exploded, “we never tried to fuck anyone’s arse…”
“I don’t know why not,” he shot back, “we did everything else but!”
“Oh, fuck off,” I said, “I’m going to finish in the other room.”
“Yeah, I think I have to be home early tonight,” Franc said as he returned to his painting.
“Yeah, well fuck off then, see what I care,” I said as I left the room.
When I’d finished and all the other guys had left, I had a shower and went out for a swim while I waited for the other guys to turn up with dinner.
I don’t know where Franc was hiding, but he materialised when the others came up with fish and chips. “Fuck! Look at ya arse,” John said, “mate,” he said, looking at me, “I think ya went a bit overboard, don’t you?”
“What the fuck,” I spat back, “this is a fuckin’ building site; Steve and his crew were here, and the fuckwit here,” I said, indicating Franc, “decides that he’s going to parade around here in nothing but his chastity device!” I finished up roaring at them. “Now, you lot come here and say it’s all my fuckin’ fault! Fuck off!” I finished lamely as I got my fish and chips and sat in a huff.
The conversation ebbed and flowed around me, but I had nothing to add, so I sat and ate silently. The guys swam for a bit before they called it a night and left.
The following morning dawned hot and clear. Franc turned up early and started painting straight away. Steve turned up, and we assessed the wall together and decided that it was none the worse for yesterday’s ‘incident’. Franc and I worked diligently all day and barely said two words to each other. I decided it was time to down tools and told Franc to clean up and have a swim while we waited for the others. Tonight, we were having Chinese for a change. The others turned up eventually, and after a quick dip in the pool, we all sat around and ate before getting back in the pool.
At the end of the evening, Franc asked me if I could unlock the chastity device so he wouldn’t have to wear it for the swim meet. “Nah, I’m not gunna do that,” I said, “knowing you, you’ll probably wank the minute you’re in the car. Nah, I’ll come and get ya in the morning and take it off then. What’d ya think guys,” I said, turning to the others, “ya wan’ a come and watch Franc swim tomorrow. We could be his own private cheer squad.”
I could see the other two trying desperately to think of something else to do tomorrow, but when they failed, they agreed to come along. They all left, and I went inside with a massive grin on my face.
I was interrupted in my nightly ablutions by a knock on the door, so I wrapped a towel around my hips and answered the door. When I answered it, I was surprised to see two cops standing there. They invited themselves in and asked me if I knew anything about a near-naked man leaving my property late at night and showed me footage from Mrs Reid’s security system. I apologised and explained why Franc dressed as he was, but I thought he had enough sense to cover up before he left the property. I had to accompany the cops to the station for a formal interview. The cops asked me to get Franc, Ray, and John to see them and give their side of the story, giving me their business cards. I explained that I would see all three of them tomorrow and pass on their ‘request’.
I knocked on Franc’s door at 7:30 a.m. on the dot. Franc opened the door with a smile on his face. “Hi, Bill,” he said, “d’ya want to come in?” he asked hopefully.
“Nope,” I replied, “we have to get goin’,” I replied.
“Oh, ok,” Franc replied as he went to close his door.
“Hang on a sec,” I said, “ya not goin’ out dressed like that.”
“Hmm, what?” Franc replied.
“Yep, first I want ya tracksuit,” I said as I pulled his bag out of his hand.
“What here,” Franc asked almost scandalously.
“Yep, and ya better hurry up if ya want to make the swim meet.”
“Fine!” Franc said resignedly as he pulled off his tracksuit and handed it to me.
“Good! Now ya jocks.”
“Oh, what?” Franc said.
“Come on,” I replied with steel in my voice, “I don’t have all day, and if ya like, I can get louder and wake ya, neighbours, up; how’s that?” I asked. “So, all ya neighbours can see ya pathetic excuse for a cock. Or do you only want to make a spectacle of yaself in front of my neighbours, hmmm?”
“Fine,” Franc said as he pulled his jocks off and threw them at me. “Now, can ya remove the chastity device?”
“Nope,” I said, “come on, we’re late!” I turned on my heel and headed towards the stairs.
Knowing he had no choice, Franc slammed his front door closed and hurried up to catch me.
‘Where’s the car,” he asked as he caught up to me on the stairs, looking around to see if anyone could see him.
“It’s down at the end of the block,” I replied as I walked out the gate and headed towards the car.
“What the fuck!” Franc exploded, forgetting the current state he was in.
I turned around on him, “did any of ya care when ya walked out of my place dressed just like this? Hmm, did any of ya even give it a thought? Hmm, no? What about old Mrs Reid across the street….,”
“Oh, that,” Franc said with a grin on his face, “so the old biddy copped an eyeful, so what?”
“Yeah, so what? She only went and called the cops, didn’t she? After they checked the footage from her security system, I now have a court date to explain to a Magistrate why I had a naked man walking out of my place in the middle of the night, four nights running. So, I think ya can walk down the street in ya chosen attire, and if the cops ask why, ya can tell them, can’t ya!” I finished screaming at him before I continued walking towards the car. “And ya hands had better be by ya fuckin’ sides the whole fuckin’ way, or ya can fuckin’ walk it again!”
When I got to the car, I turned to see a very red-faced Franc walking towards it with his hands by his sides. I unlocked the car, threw his stuff on the backseat before I got in, and waited for him to hurry up. We drove to the sports centre and found Ray and John parked over two spaces; I parked on the other side of the car space and straddled two spaces. So, now we had a gap between our cars of about three-quarters the width of the parking spot.
“What’s going on?” Ray asked as I got out of the car.
“I’ll tell ya,” I replied, telling Franc to get out of the car and get over here.
Franc exited the car and walked around to where Ray, John, and I were waiting. “What the fuck…,” John blurted when he got an eyeful of a near-naked Franc.
“I’ll explain inside,” I shot back. “Now,” I said, addressing Franc, “stand here with your hands on ya head, ya fuckin’ poof, and hurry it up.” Franc didn’t have to be told twice in his state. When he was standing in the prescribed manner, I unlocked the chastity device and gave him his bathers to put on, in full view of anyone who was even remotely in the area.
Franc pulled his bathers on and was very relieved to have them, “now, can I go inside?” he asked me.
“Not yet,” I replied as I crouched down in front of him, “how are you guys feeling,” I asked Ray and John over my shoulder. “Left or right?”
“Um, right, I think,” Ray said, a little nonplussed.
“Right it is,” I said as I pulled the right leg of Franc’s bathers away from his leg and freed his right nut from the constraints of his bathers. “There ya go,” I said as I stood up and put Franc’s tracksuit and towel over his left shoulder, ensuring his nut was in full view, and gave him his bag to carry.
“Oh, come on,” Franc whined, “ya can’t make me go in like this! There are kids around, for fuck’s sake….”
“Did that stop ya last night in full view of Mrs Reid?” I shot back with as much menace in my voice as I could manage. “Or the night before that, or the night before that, did it?”
Franc hung his head, “no,” he replied.
“Good! Now get going, or ya gunna be late! Oh, and ya coming home with me afterwards. No arguments!”
Franc turned on his heel and walked into the crush of people trying to get into the sports centre, hoping no one would notice his current state of dress in the crush of people.
“Hey! What the fuck?” the security guy at the door said to Franc, “ya can’t walk around dressed like that,” he continued as he grabbed Franc by the shoulder, “there are kids here, mate, and women. Have some respect for them if you don’t have any for yourself. Tuck your ball back in, jesus,” he said exasperatedly, as Franc hurriedly tucked his nut back in his bathers before the security guy would let him go. With his face flaming red, he made his way to the changerooms.
Meanwhile, Ray, John and I got our tickets and found our seats. “Ok,” John said as he rounded on me when we sat down, “what was that all about?”
So, I explained to them about my visit from the cops and how I now have to go to court and explain myself. They were both horrified and stated they would never have let him walk out like that if they had known. So, I told them that the cops wanted to talk to them as well, and they needed to turn up at the cop shop today or at least call them.
I waited for Franc out the front after it was all over. “Come on,” I said, “you’re coming home with me. The others’ll meet us after they’ve been to the cops….”
“The cops?” Franc asked, interrupting me.
“Yes,” I said, walking to our cars with the chastity device in hand. I stood and waited for Franc to join us. He didn’t argue; he just pulled his tracky daks and bathers off and handed them to me while I hunkered down in front of him and put the chastity device back on before I let him in the car. As I heard the lock snap shut, something snapped inside my head; I thought I was playing around. Getting my own back, but now….
“Get in the car,” I spat at Franc as I threw his stuff in the backseat. I drove us home, not saying a thing. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was trying to scratch himself surreptitiously. I grabbed Franc’s trackie daks from the back seat and growled at him to put them on before I got out of the car. As I reached the back gate, I heard Franc get out of the car; I locked the car and proceeded into the backyard.
I stripped as I walked through the gate, pointed at the workbench, and told him to strip and stand in front of it. I went into the unit and got the razor, shaving crème, and a bucket of water. “Oh, ya don’t need to do that now…,” before he petered out and stood there saying nothing.
I walked around to the other side of the bench and picked up a length of rope. I held out my hand, and Franc reached across the bench and held his arms out. I tied the rope around his wrists before I secured the other end to the bench so that Franc was lying prone across the workbench. I walked back to his side of the bench and secured his ankles to the two legs of the bench. While I was on my knees, I ran a finger down the length of the base of the cleft of his arse cheeks. Down over his very tight, darkish pink anus, and on down over his perineum and finished up on the base of his ball bag. I watched the shiver run down Franc’s back and watched his arse cheeks quiver.
Walking back to the other side of the workbench, I sprayed his upper back with shaving crème and proceeded to shave his upper back. When I was happy that I got all the stray hairs I could before I returned to his side of the bench. I sprayed shaving crème over his lower back and shaved it smooth before I sprayed his arse cheeks with shaving crème. I dragged the razor over the very firm globes of his arse cheeks, ensuring that no stubble was left before I shaved his cleft, his perineum, and down to his ball bag.
I wiped off the excess shaving crème, lingering on his tight rosebud of a hole, “Steve did say you’re virgin tight, mate, and he was desperate to be the first cock up your arse, but I stopped him. Harrumph, I must have known, on some level, that today could have been a possibility. Saving your arse for what…? I mussed. Today? For all of us?” As I spoke, I ran the tip of my finger lightly around his tight rosebud of a hole, getting heavier and heavier as I spoke. As I could feel my finger putting more pressure on his sphincter, I could hear Franc moaning deep and low as I became aware of my own ridged cock dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. “Hmmm, is that it? Do you want to be our bum boi today? Hmmm?” I asked as I felt my finger breach his sphincter.
At the same time, Franc screamed and began begging me not to do this, saying he was sorry. That he’d tell everyone that it was his fault. I pulled my finger from his anus and walked over, and picked up my jocks before I walked back and stood in front of him. “Oh, ya gunna tell everyone it’s your fault, because it is,” I screamed in his face. I stood up and held his nose close until he had to open his mouth, and I stuffed my dirty jocks, which I had worn for a couple of days, into his open mouth. I taped it in place, wrapping the tape around his head several times.
I disappeared inside and got a few things that I hoped Rod had, and he didn’t disappoint, but fuck I do have to talk to him when he gets back. I walked out the back door, took in the sight of Franc tied up to the workbench, and wondered if I could actually do this to him, one of my oldest and dearest friends. But then I thought of Mrs Reid, the cops, and having to go to court, and the embarrassment that it’s causing me and no doubt the others, and what the cops’d implied I was doing here, and I just kept walking. I walked behind Franc and slapped his right butt cheek, and I didn’t hold back, and the ‘oomph’ I heard from Franc made me feel good? I wasn’t sure, but I put down the stuff I was carrying. I crouched behind him and ran my pointer finger along the base of Franc’s arse cleft and very slowly over his dark rosebud of a hole. Once again, I continued down to his ballbag and watched his body quiver down his back and shake his arse cheeks.
While I was ruminating, my finger had returned to his anus, and I’d been absentmindedly running my finger around it, just circling it until I put a bit more pressure and could feel his sphincter trying to resist. I often wondered how poofs felt when they fucked someone. Did they feel the same as a straight person? Was it any different for anyone when they had sex with a virgin for the first time? Did they feel that thrill when they were able to shove their cocks up a virgin arse for the first time? Was it the same as for us when we pushed our cocks in a virgin cunt?
I don’t know how, but it seemed as though the world had stopped spinning. It grew deathly quiet, and it felt as though the world had shrunk to the borders of my backyard, and we were the only two people alive in the whole world. When I felt my finger overcome his sphincter, I revelled in the sensation. It seemed as though I was holding my breath for just this moment as I felt my finger force its way very slowly into his virgin arse. I don’t know how I felt. I’d just pushed my finger up another guy’s arse twice in the same day. In a matter of minutes. But not just any guy. No, I considered this guy to be one of my best friends. But I didn’t just leave my finger in his arse. No, I wiggled it around inside his arse. I pulled it out until just the tip was holding his sphincter open before I pushed it back in and heard him groan low and deep; in what exactly, ecstasy? I could feel his anus vibrating around my finger that I had just pushed back into his anus. It felt warm and squishy, and I wanted more of it. I pulled my finger out. Before I stopped and thought about what I was doing, I laid my pointer finger against my middle finger and pushed against his sphincter again, but I didn’t want to stop. I applied more force until I felt my fingers overcome Franc’s sphincter, and they were inside him. I wiggled my fingers inside him; I could hear Franc trying to scream and yell around my jocks, and it seemed just to spur me on as I fucked his formally virgin arse with my fingers. I built up speed, pulling my fingers almost out of his arse before plunging them back in, and it felt right!
I didn’t think about it. I pulled my fingers out of Franc’s arse and grabbed the tube of lube, and slowly, sensuously, I lathered my cock in lube, feeling as though I was about to go where no straight man had ever gone before me. I lined the head of my cock up with Franc’s sphincter. Ignoring any noises that Franc was trying to make, I applied pressure to the head of my cock as it fought to overcome Franc’s sphincter, and when it finally did. That pop of the head of my cock entering Franc’s formerly virgin arse made me feel like a fuckin’ god! I thought that I could do anything I wanted to; now that I had breached Franc’s sphincter and I have the whole of his arse to explore and explore it, I will. I slowly pushed my hips forwards as I thought I could feel his arse opening up before the head of my all-conquering cock. Oh my god, I have never felt anything so good. I was on such a high that I blanked out Franc’s muffled curses and screams as all I could feel was the velvety smoothness of his virgin arse and his fuck chute vibrating around my conquering cock.
My cock wanted to explode long before I had even pushed all the length of my cock inside Franc’s arse. So, I had to concentrate very hard not to cum on my first thrust. I mean, how would that look if I’d cum up his arse on the very first thrust? I’d never live the shame down if anyone found out. Finally, I got my whole cock inside Franc’s arse, and I held it there for a minute while I gathered my thoughts. It was then that I thought I could feel the muscles of Franc’s arse milking my cock, like it was desperate for me to shoot mi first load of cum deep inside itself.
I slowly pulled my cock out until I felt the lips of his anus close on the underside of the head of my cock, and I held it there for a minute before I slowly forced my cock back inside his arse. It felt like my cock was coming home, that this warm, welcoming fuck tunnel was opening up just for me. Again, I held the full length of my cock in place while I felt the muscles of Franc’s arse suck and massage my cock. As much as I wanted this sensation to never end, I was filled with an unbelievable urge to hurry, and against everything within me, I picked up the pace until I was battering his arse. I had the most incredible orgasm of my life. I saw stars! I didn’t just go weak at the knees; it seemed as though I lost all sensation from my cock down. I didn’t think my cock’d ever stop spewing my cum deep inside Franc’s bowels as I collapsed on his back, panting like I’d just run six ten km marathons back to back, and I was drenched in sweat.
I don’t know how long I lay prone against Franc’s back before I felt strong enough to stand up, and as much as I didn’t want to, I knew I had to pull my cock out of Franc’s arse. I could feel Franc’s arse muscles clamping down on my cock, almost as if it didn’t want to give up my cock, but eventually, I was able to pull my cock out of his arse. I slapped his arse cheek so hard I left a handprint on it as I declared his arse a great fuck. I was going to look down at my cock, but decided against it, knowing where it’s been and all. I had a lightbulb moment and wondered if I dared to do it, but then seeing my palm print on his arse, I thought, what the hell.
I walked around the workbench and looked down at Franc’s tear and mucus-covered face, “all right, boi,” I said as I looked down at him. “Ya know what’s coming next, and after all the trouble ya’ve caused me, I think it’s the least ya can do. Don’t you? If I remove ya gag and ya scream or make any kinda sound, I’m gunna knock ya teeth so far down ya throat that ya gunna need to drop ya daks the next time ya want to see the dentist. And I could recommend to the dentist that he tries out that tight rear end of yours, mate; it’s the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life. Do we have an understanding,” I growled.
I didn’t wait for Franc’s reaction. I ripped the tape from around his head and pulled out the sodden material that was my dirty pair of jocks, and dropped the soggy mess on the ground. “Man, ya must have loved my jocks. I don’t feel so bad for what I’m about to do now. Open up,” I growled, “and if I feel one tooth on mi cock, ya gunna loose the lot, is that understood?” I growled. Franc thought about it for maybe a full minute before he opened his mouth and held it open. “That’s a good boi, now, ain’t it,” I said as I lined my cock up for the second time at one of Franc’s openings and felt the head of my cock as it brushed against Franc’s lips as I pushed my cock into his mouth, and fuck it felt like heaven!
“Clean mi cock off, boi,” I said and fuck if I didn’t get hard for the second time in a matter of minutes when he closed his lips around my cock, and I could feel his tongue moving around under my cock. I slowly began to face fuck him. Pulling my cock out until only the head of my cock was in his mouth before I shoved my cock back into his mouth.
I felt my cock hit the back of his throat, and Franc made muffled gagging sounds. “Behave,” is all I said as I slapped him up the side of the head, “ya gunna take my cock into ya mouth whether ya like it or not!” I put my hands behind his head, and ignoring any sounds that Franc was making as I shoved my cock into his mouth, I pushed in further and further until I felt my cock breach his throat. No girl had ever deep-throated my cock before, and if I had known how good it felt as his throat muscles massaged my cock, fuck, I’d have forced the bitches to deep-throat mi cock a long time ago. Fuck, I couldn’t hold it, and for the second time in a very short space of time, I shot a load of cum deep inside Franc, and I felt great. I felt more like a man than I had ever felt in my life up to that point. I slowly pulled my cock out of Franc’s throat but rested the head of my cock on his tongue, and like the good cock sucker he’s gunna be, he licked and sucked my cock clean.
I started to get hard again. I pulled my cock out of Franc’s mouth and jumped into the pool, and did a few laps. I got out of the pool, and fuck, everything did feel right with the world. I untied Franc’s arms, and he wiped the snot, tears, and phlegm off his face and the workbench while I untied his legs.
“Now, boi, let’s finish ya shave, hmm. How does that sound,” I said over my shoulder as I walked to the back deck. I looked at the cross pieces that supported the uprights that held the deck’s pergola and thought they were at the right height. I told Franc to stretch his arms out, and I tied his wrists to some of the crosspieces. “Now, boi, let’s shave the rest of ya,” I said as I unlocked his chastity device. I looked at his chastity device, and I noticed that there was some thick fluid, “hey, ya fuckin’ POOF!” I almost screamed at him. “Did ya cum from me fuckin’ ya arse? What kinda homo poof are ya? Ya, fuckin’ cummed while I was fuckin’ ya arse! Ya can’t even get hard with a chastity device on, ya fuckin’ poof!” I fumed.
I set his chastity device aside and lathered up his arms, and I began to shave him, still fuming. I did his pits, chest, and pubic area before I finished off his legs. I was about to clean his chastity device when Ray and John came through the back gate.
We all sat down, “so, how bad is it?” I asked.
“We have to go to Court as well,” John said as he looked back over his shoulder daggers at Franc, who was still tied to the pergola. The only one who hadn’t spoken to the cops was Franc, and the sooner we got him to talk to them, the sooner we could put all of this behind us. So, we decided that Franc had to go and see the cops tomorrow.
“On a different note, guys,” I said as I held up Franc’s chastity device.
“What the fuck is that on the end?” John asked.
“Oh, I’m so glad ya asked, John, that, boys is Franc’s cum….”
“What?” John and Ray chorused together.
“Yeah, um,” I started, not realising how this might sound to my two ultra-straight friends, “um, yesterday some of the labourers were goin’ to fuck Franc because he was only walking around the site in his chastity device. And, um, well, today, with everything that’s happened, one thing led to another, and I kinda fucked Franc.”
