Chuck was standing next to the bar. He was in Chicago on business and had decided to check out some of the local action spots. The pool shooter was tall, lean, and rugged looking, just about two inches taller than Chuck's six feet. His muscles were clearly etched by his tight fitting black T-shirt, and his close-hugging faded 501s outlined his heavy basket. His carefully trimmed dark beard and mustache accented a tough, intriguing face. The man always wore his keys on the left, as did Chuck.
Normally, this would have made the guy "off-limits" to Chuck, but something about the graceful ease, the body language, with which the man shot pool gave Chuck an idea. Chuck had always been a gambler. Gambling gave him a rush, a special type of excitement that was almost as good as the high he got from sex. Chuck enjoyed taking chances; he got off on the uncertainty of gambling. And he sensed that the man shooting solitary pool was the same type he was. "How about a game?" Chuck asked the pool player. "Sure." As Chuck racked the balls, he introduced himself and learned his rival's name was Steve. As the game began, both men played with cool deliberation. Though almost evenly matched, Steve successfully called for and sank the eight ball on a difficult bank shot. "Good shot," Chuck said. "Thanks." "Get you a beer?" "You're on."
As they sat at the bar, Chuck asked Steve if he'd be interested in a little private pool tournament and added, "Best of five wins." "Wins what?" Steve asked. "The loser." "And what the winner does with the loser is his business? No restrictions?" "None." "That's fine with me, man, just fuckin' fine," Steve said. As the first game began, Chuck fully expected to win, but he admitted--as all true gamblers do--that he was more interested in the prospect of losing. After four games, each man had two wins. The tension between them grew, and both gave their full attention to this last game. The course of the night would be decided in the next few minutes. Steve broke and sank the seven ball.
The solids were his. Chuck was almost gaping open-mouthed as Steve sank five balls in rapid order. When he narrowly missed a difficult combination on the two ball, Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. Or was it a sigh of disappointment? Chuck had an easy corner shot. Christ, he thought while cueing up, I'm starting to get nervous about this. Just like when I double-down on hundred-dollar-a-hand blackjack. He missed the shot. Steve had no problem with his remaining ball. Then he coolly tapped his pool stick and said, "Eight ball in the right side pocket." He sank the ball effortlessly. "C'mon," he said to Chuck, "we got better games to play." Chuck was practically shaking in his boots as they got into Chuck's car. "Hey, take it easy.
Nothing's gonna happen to you that you don't want," Steve said, and handed Chuck a joint. They had about a twenty minute drive ahead of them. As they smoked and talked, Chuck relaxed somewhat, finding Steve an intelligent, level-headed guy. When they arrived at their destination, Steve gave Chuck a drink, and they smoked another joint. "Take your clothes off. You won't be needing them for awhile" Chuck did as he was told. No hedging. No insurance bets. He'd been won, fair and square. He never welched. "Kneel down in front of me and start smelling this crotch. Yeah, that's the way. Sniff and lick it good. Show me how much you want my cock.
You better love that cock, boy, 'cause you're gonna get a lot of it..." "Maybe I'll give you a taste of my cock now," Steve said, unbuttoning his jeans. His thickly veined shaft stood straight out, a good nine inches long and five inches in diameter. Chuck was so turned on by the sight of Steve's cock that he went hungrily after it. "Not so fast, you greedy fuckin' cocksucker. Just run you tongue around the head. That's it. Lick it like it was a fuckin' lollipop for the good little boy. Kiss it. Show me you really love it. You'll get it all when I'm ready to give it to you. Now, stand up." Chuck obeyed, and Steve pushed him toward the bedroom and ordered him to kneel over the bed. Steve deftly applied a pair of leg shackles to Chuck's quivering ankles and shoved a filthy jockstrap into his mouth. "Stick your ass up high," Steve commanded. When Chuck had complied, Steve laid into his ass with a thick, studded belt. At first Chuck was completely distracted by the pain. Then he tried to count the blows that rained down on him, thinking that this mental exercise would minimize his agony.
He counted to fifty before he gave way to the transcendent torture that was turning his entire body into one sensitive mass of flesh. Each time Steve crashed the belt against his asscheeks, Chuck whimpered through the jock-gag. His muffled cries spurred Steve to strike him harder, letting the swats land on Chuck's thighs and back as well as on his ass. Just when Chuck thought he could stand it no longer, Steve stopped and ran his rough hands over the red-hot buns, criss-crossed with welts and brutal black-and-blue marks. "It's starting to feel good," Chuck's tormentor said. "Let's warm up the inside now." When Steve showed him the foot-long dildo, Chuck cursed his "no restrictions" idea; he thought the monster rubber cock would tear him apart. Steve eased the greased head of the twelve-inch cock into Chuck's tight asshole. "Feels like you ain't used to getting it up the ass, boy. I gotta change that," Steve said.
With one hand holding Chuck's head to the mattress, Steve used the other hand to ram the dildo to the hilt up Chuck's hole. Chuck felt like electric shock were shooting through his bowels, and despite the pissy, cummy gag, his screams echoed in Steve's ears. Steve laughed at Chuck's acute discomfort and shameful humiliation. "Hey, stud, didn't your Daddy ever tell you that if you gamble with the big boys you might get fucked?" Leaving Chuck on the bed, the massive dildo snugly wedged in his ass, Steve left the room to gather up a full array of enema accessories. Throwing the stuff on the bed, Steve said, "Look what we got here. Some stuff to clean you out, pussy. 'Cause if you think you can beat me at pool, you are definitely full of shit. And I got something special just for a fuckin' loser like you." Steve removed the gag from Chuck's mouth and savagely pulled the dildo from his enflamed guts. Steve's "special" allowed two bags to empty into one hose.
One bag was filled with burning hot water; the other with icy cold fluid. Steve roughly shoved the thick nozzle far into Chuck and expertly started to alternate the flow of hot and cold water. "Shit, man--I don't think I can hold anymore," Chuck moaned after a few minutes. "You call me Sir, asshole. And you've got a lot more to go, so you better just fuckin relax. I'm gonna empty both these bags up that tight little ass of yours. You'll take as much as I give you." Chuck felt himself filling up until he thought his guts would burst. But he gritted his teeth and held on until he had taken the full load. Steve pulled the enema nozzle out and roughly shoved a large butt plug into Chuck's tortured ass.
Chuck's insides were wracked with punishing cramps and he begged to be able to relieve himself of the flood that was inside him. "I'll let you get rid of that load, but when you get back, it'll cost you thirty whacks with the belt." "Okay, anything, Sir, I'll do anything you want." When Chuck hobbled back from the bathroom, he had to submit again to Steve's harsh belt. This time Steve made him count the strokes aloud and say "Thank you, Sir" after each one. When Chuck forgot the "Sir" after the eighteenth smack, Steve started over again from stroke one. Tears were falling from Chuck's eyes when Steve finally stopped hitting him, but Chuck knew that his handsome tormentor wasn't finished with him yet. Steve secured Chuck spread-eagled on his back on the bed. "Think I'll give you something to remember me by," Steve grinned. He brought out scissors, a straight razor, and a can of shaving cream. With quick, knowing motions, he completely shaved off Chuck's pubic hair. "Wait till the guys at the gym get a look at the big gambler's shaved crotch," Steve said as he stood back to admire his handiwork.
"You look like a little kid down there now, boy." Steve straddled Chuck's bound body, positioning his cock against Chuck's lips. Then with one tremendous plunge, he shoved his cock all the way down Chuck's throat. Chuck gagged at the sudden invasion, so Steve withdrew his huge prick halfway to allow Chuck to catch his breath before battering down again. "Suck it, man, suck that cock," Steve yelled as he relentlessly fuck Chuck's narrow throat. Finally, when Chuck thought he could take no more of the feverish fucking, Steve cried out "I'm coming, cocksucker, swallow your man's load," and dumped a huge wad of bittersweet semen into Chuck's sucking mouth. Steve untied Chuck from the bed, but told him he'd have to wear the handcuffs and leg shackles all night long. It seemed like Chuck had been sleeping only a few minutes when he heard Steve's voice: "Wake up, gambling boy, I still got some time with you, and I intend to make the most of it." Steve released Chuck from his bondage. Chuck was a bit unsteady after sleeping in chains. Steve practically had to lead him down the stairs to the basement. In the center of the room was a pool table.
With a smirk on his face, Steve said, "Bend over the table. Hold onto the sides and spread your fuckin' legs. I'm gonna take a few practice shots." Chuck did as he was told, and Steve reached for a cue stick. "Open wide," he said as he introduced the stick into Chuck's ass and slowly pushed it in. "Don't you look cute," Steve said as he rotated the stick, stretching Chuck's anal opening. Steve allowed Chuck's ass muscles to work the stick out. Then he reached for a can of Crisco and a pool ball. Greasing the ball, he steadily pushed it up Chuck's ass. Chuck was amazed that he could take it as easily as he did. He began to enjoy the pleasurable sensations that flowed from his asshole throughout his body, but then he felt more pressure on his anal ring as Steve pushed in another ball.
Chuck moaned softly, feeling fuller than he'd ever felt before. Steve reached for another ball and crammed it in Chuck's already full rectum. It was like being fucked by that fourteen-inch cock that porno stories always talked about. As Chuck felt the fourth ball entering him, a surge of indescribable ecstasy overwhelmed him and he yelled, "Shit! Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming," as he shot a huge wad of creamy ejaculate all over the green felt of the pool table. "Told you you'd get what you wanted," Steve said. "Those balls against your prostate got you off good. Just use your ass muscles to get those balls out now. Easy, boy, real easy, so I get a good show." Chuck gradually pushed the balls out of his satisfied ass and heard them bang, one after the other, on the cement floor. No sooner had the last ball fallen than Chuck felt the head of Steve's monstrous cock in his ass. Steve's strong hands gripped Chuck's sides and with one savage, ass-busting stroke he plunged his hot cock into the other man's ass, fucking it wildly, withdrawing almost all the way before battering it in again.
Both men were grunting loudly, like animals in combat, as Steve gave Chuck a buttfucking he'd never forget. "Tear me apart! Flood my guts with your come, Sir!" Chuck heard himself saying. With a renewed frenzy, Steve plunged in and out of Chuck's ravaged ass. Feeling his balls tighten, Steve gave one more eager thrust and exploded, blasting Chuck's insides with his hot, thick load. After they had cleaned up and dressed, Steve drove Chuck back to the bar, telling him as they parted, "Next time you're in Chicago, give me a call." "You bet," said Chuck. "Hey you play poker?"
Normally, this would have made the guy "off-limits" to Chuck, but something about the graceful ease, the body language, with which the man shot pool gave Chuck an idea. Chuck had always been a gambler. Gambling gave him a rush, a special type of excitement that was almost as good as the high he got from sex. Chuck enjoyed taking chances; he got off on the uncertainty of gambling. And he sensed that the man shooting solitary pool was the same type he was. "How about a game?" Chuck asked the pool player. "Sure." As Chuck racked the balls, he introduced himself and learned his rival's name was Steve. As the game began, both men played with cool deliberation. Though almost evenly matched, Steve successfully called for and sank the eight ball on a difficult bank shot. "Good shot," Chuck said. "Thanks." "Get you a beer?" "You're on."
As they sat at the bar, Chuck asked Steve if he'd be interested in a little private pool tournament and added, "Best of five wins." "Wins what?" Steve asked. "The loser." "And what the winner does with the loser is his business? No restrictions?" "None." "That's fine with me, man, just fuckin' fine," Steve said. As the first game began, Chuck fully expected to win, but he admitted--as all true gamblers do--that he was more interested in the prospect of losing. After four games, each man had two wins. The tension between them grew, and both gave their full attention to this last game. The course of the night would be decided in the next few minutes. Steve broke and sank the seven ball.
The solids were his. Chuck was almost gaping open-mouthed as Steve sank five balls in rapid order. When he narrowly missed a difficult combination on the two ball, Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. Or was it a sigh of disappointment? Chuck had an easy corner shot. Christ, he thought while cueing up, I'm starting to get nervous about this. Just like when I double-down on hundred-dollar-a-hand blackjack. He missed the shot. Steve had no problem with his remaining ball. Then he coolly tapped his pool stick and said, "Eight ball in the right side pocket." He sank the ball effortlessly. "C'mon," he said to Chuck, "we got better games to play." Chuck was practically shaking in his boots as they got into Chuck's car. "Hey, take it easy.
Nothing's gonna happen to you that you don't want," Steve said, and handed Chuck a joint. They had about a twenty minute drive ahead of them. As they smoked and talked, Chuck relaxed somewhat, finding Steve an intelligent, level-headed guy. When they arrived at their destination, Steve gave Chuck a drink, and they smoked another joint. "Take your clothes off. You won't be needing them for awhile" Chuck did as he was told. No hedging. No insurance bets. He'd been won, fair and square. He never welched. "Kneel down in front of me and start smelling this crotch. Yeah, that's the way. Sniff and lick it good. Show me how much you want my cock.
You better love that cock, boy, 'cause you're gonna get a lot of it..." "Maybe I'll give you a taste of my cock now," Steve said, unbuttoning his jeans. His thickly veined shaft stood straight out, a good nine inches long and five inches in diameter. Chuck was so turned on by the sight of Steve's cock that he went hungrily after it. "Not so fast, you greedy fuckin' cocksucker. Just run you tongue around the head. That's it. Lick it like it was a fuckin' lollipop for the good little boy. Kiss it. Show me you really love it. You'll get it all when I'm ready to give it to you. Now, stand up." Chuck obeyed, and Steve pushed him toward the bedroom and ordered him to kneel over the bed. Steve deftly applied a pair of leg shackles to Chuck's quivering ankles and shoved a filthy jockstrap into his mouth. "Stick your ass up high," Steve commanded. When Chuck had complied, Steve laid into his ass with a thick, studded belt. At first Chuck was completely distracted by the pain. Then he tried to count the blows that rained down on him, thinking that this mental exercise would minimize his agony.
He counted to fifty before he gave way to the transcendent torture that was turning his entire body into one sensitive mass of flesh. Each time Steve crashed the belt against his asscheeks, Chuck whimpered through the jock-gag. His muffled cries spurred Steve to strike him harder, letting the swats land on Chuck's thighs and back as well as on his ass. Just when Chuck thought he could stand it no longer, Steve stopped and ran his rough hands over the red-hot buns, criss-crossed with welts and brutal black-and-blue marks. "It's starting to feel good," Chuck's tormentor said. "Let's warm up the inside now." When Steve showed him the foot-long dildo, Chuck cursed his "no restrictions" idea; he thought the monster rubber cock would tear him apart. Steve eased the greased head of the twelve-inch cock into Chuck's tight asshole. "Feels like you ain't used to getting it up the ass, boy. I gotta change that," Steve said.
With one hand holding Chuck's head to the mattress, Steve used the other hand to ram the dildo to the hilt up Chuck's hole. Chuck felt like electric shock were shooting through his bowels, and despite the pissy, cummy gag, his screams echoed in Steve's ears. Steve laughed at Chuck's acute discomfort and shameful humiliation. "Hey, stud, didn't your Daddy ever tell you that if you gamble with the big boys you might get fucked?" Leaving Chuck on the bed, the massive dildo snugly wedged in his ass, Steve left the room to gather up a full array of enema accessories. Throwing the stuff on the bed, Steve said, "Look what we got here. Some stuff to clean you out, pussy. 'Cause if you think you can beat me at pool, you are definitely full of shit. And I got something special just for a fuckin' loser like you." Steve removed the gag from Chuck's mouth and savagely pulled the dildo from his enflamed guts. Steve's "special" allowed two bags to empty into one hose.
One bag was filled with burning hot water; the other with icy cold fluid. Steve roughly shoved the thick nozzle far into Chuck and expertly started to alternate the flow of hot and cold water. "Shit, man--I don't think I can hold anymore," Chuck moaned after a few minutes. "You call me Sir, asshole. And you've got a lot more to go, so you better just fuckin relax. I'm gonna empty both these bags up that tight little ass of yours. You'll take as much as I give you." Chuck felt himself filling up until he thought his guts would burst. But he gritted his teeth and held on until he had taken the full load. Steve pulled the enema nozzle out and roughly shoved a large butt plug into Chuck's tortured ass.
Chuck's insides were wracked with punishing cramps and he begged to be able to relieve himself of the flood that was inside him. "I'll let you get rid of that load, but when you get back, it'll cost you thirty whacks with the belt." "Okay, anything, Sir, I'll do anything you want." When Chuck hobbled back from the bathroom, he had to submit again to Steve's harsh belt. This time Steve made him count the strokes aloud and say "Thank you, Sir" after each one. When Chuck forgot the "Sir" after the eighteenth smack, Steve started over again from stroke one. Tears were falling from Chuck's eyes when Steve finally stopped hitting him, but Chuck knew that his handsome tormentor wasn't finished with him yet. Steve secured Chuck spread-eagled on his back on the bed. "Think I'll give you something to remember me by," Steve grinned. He brought out scissors, a straight razor, and a can of shaving cream. With quick, knowing motions, he completely shaved off Chuck's pubic hair. "Wait till the guys at the gym get a look at the big gambler's shaved crotch," Steve said as he stood back to admire his handiwork.
"You look like a little kid down there now, boy." Steve straddled Chuck's bound body, positioning his cock against Chuck's lips. Then with one tremendous plunge, he shoved his cock all the way down Chuck's throat. Chuck gagged at the sudden invasion, so Steve withdrew his huge prick halfway to allow Chuck to catch his breath before battering down again. "Suck it, man, suck that cock," Steve yelled as he relentlessly fuck Chuck's narrow throat. Finally, when Chuck thought he could take no more of the feverish fucking, Steve cried out "I'm coming, cocksucker, swallow your man's load," and dumped a huge wad of bittersweet semen into Chuck's sucking mouth. Steve untied Chuck from the bed, but told him he'd have to wear the handcuffs and leg shackles all night long. It seemed like Chuck had been sleeping only a few minutes when he heard Steve's voice: "Wake up, gambling boy, I still got some time with you, and I intend to make the most of it." Steve released Chuck from his bondage. Chuck was a bit unsteady after sleeping in chains. Steve practically had to lead him down the stairs to the basement. In the center of the room was a pool table.
With a smirk on his face, Steve said, "Bend over the table. Hold onto the sides and spread your fuckin' legs. I'm gonna take a few practice shots." Chuck did as he was told, and Steve reached for a cue stick. "Open wide," he said as he introduced the stick into Chuck's ass and slowly pushed it in. "Don't you look cute," Steve said as he rotated the stick, stretching Chuck's anal opening. Steve allowed Chuck's ass muscles to work the stick out. Then he reached for a can of Crisco and a pool ball. Greasing the ball, he steadily pushed it up Chuck's ass. Chuck was amazed that he could take it as easily as he did. He began to enjoy the pleasurable sensations that flowed from his asshole throughout his body, but then he felt more pressure on his anal ring as Steve pushed in another ball.
Chuck moaned softly, feeling fuller than he'd ever felt before. Steve reached for another ball and crammed it in Chuck's already full rectum. It was like being fucked by that fourteen-inch cock that porno stories always talked about. As Chuck felt the fourth ball entering him, a surge of indescribable ecstasy overwhelmed him and he yelled, "Shit! Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming," as he shot a huge wad of creamy ejaculate all over the green felt of the pool table. "Told you you'd get what you wanted," Steve said. "Those balls against your prostate got you off good. Just use your ass muscles to get those balls out now. Easy, boy, real easy, so I get a good show." Chuck gradually pushed the balls out of his satisfied ass and heard them bang, one after the other, on the cement floor. No sooner had the last ball fallen than Chuck felt the head of Steve's monstrous cock in his ass. Steve's strong hands gripped Chuck's sides and with one savage, ass-busting stroke he plunged his hot cock into the other man's ass, fucking it wildly, withdrawing almost all the way before battering it in again.
Both men were grunting loudly, like animals in combat, as Steve gave Chuck a buttfucking he'd never forget. "Tear me apart! Flood my guts with your come, Sir!" Chuck heard himself saying. With a renewed frenzy, Steve plunged in and out of Chuck's ravaged ass. Feeling his balls tighten, Steve gave one more eager thrust and exploded, blasting Chuck's insides with his hot, thick load. After they had cleaned up and dressed, Steve drove Chuck back to the bar, telling him as they parted, "Next time you're in Chicago, give me a call." "You bet," said Chuck. "Hey you play poker?"
