SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! (5 page)

But it wasn’t him, after all. The same gangly body, the same nerdy glasses. The same physique that looked skinny and frail in those baggy clothes, but was actually tight and fit, the biceps’ definition and their ropy veins telling the truth about what was under there.

The face, though…the same features, the same curly blond hair and blue eyes, but no…not Zack, with his self-assured sneer. This was just a little lost puppy.

But still. His groin stirred, as it did so rarely any more. “He 21?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Let him in.”

The doorman nodded, and the young man passed through the portal. “Do you know what kind of bar this is?” Severin asked him.

“Y…yeah. I do. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to…that I wasn’t…”

“It’s fine. I’m the owner, so I decide who has to do what.” He turned and walked away, knowing his guest would follow. Again the clouds parted at the bar and when
Bel saw he wasn’t alone, shots and beers materialized without asking.

He handed a shot of Jager to his guest and clicked his own against it. “To your health.”

They drank, the new guy wincing at the burn. “Thanks. I’m Adam.”

“Severin.”

Adam’s eyes widened. “You’re the guy!”

Severin felt a pang. So innocent, so adoring. So…so unlike Zack. But he would do. “I am the guy.”

He headed for the back of the bar, where he unlocked a door to which only he had the key. He turned on a light and extended his hand to show Adam that he should go first.

Adam looked down the steps. “Is this…”

“Yes.”

Adam swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe that this was happening so fast, that he had made the decision to go to an S&M leather bar after thinking about it for
so long
, and that within minutes he was about to go into the most notorious dungeon in town with
Severin fucking Edwards!

The room was dark, but for a moment Adam thought the dungeon must be further back. There were none of the usual things he was expecting to see – no St. Andrew’s Cross, no sling, nothing here but a pool table…

A push sent him sprawling across it, and then Severin was astride him, holding him down. “This what you came for?”

“Fuck yeah!” Adam hissed.

Severin reached into the left corner pocket and pulled out a single handcuff attached to a guy wire. He cuffed Adam tightly, then did the same on the other wrist with the cuff from the right corner pocket.

Then he reached inside the table and pushed a button. Adam heard the whir of a crank as the cuffs retracted, pulling his arms straight. Adam found himself wriggling more of his body forward onto the table to keep up with the strain. When he was stretched out just to where his ass was perfectly propped up at the end of the table, Severin let go of the button.

The bite of the cuffs was adrenalizing
. Adam twisted to his right to try and see what Severin was doing. Now his new master was reaching under the table, pulling out a strap with a
hook on it. With balletic grace, Severin swung his body up and over Adam, pressing his crotch into Adam’s ass to pin him down. He transferred the hook from right to left hand and reached down to hook it in place. Then he tightened it and Adam found himself bound fast to the table by a thick leather strap across the small of his back.

Severin was off him now, and Adam could hear him doing something, but what? He turned his head but couldn’t see. Then he felt leather-gloved hands reaching under him, undoing his belt, the button of his jeans, the zipper, then roughly pulling his pants and drawers halfway down, exposing his ass to the cool basement air.

Adam heard a cabinet open, and close again, then a swishing sound, as if a sword was being tested for balance. He arched his ass and pressed his face into the soft felt, ready for the blow.

When it came, he yelped. The paddle had sharp rubber baseball cleats on it that dug into the flesh of his ass, doubling the pain of the smack it delivered. He’d felt paddles with holes that enhanced the sting, paddles with treads that left boot marks on your ass, but this…nothing like this! “Thank you sir, another please sir!” he shouted, reveling in the pain.

Severin froze, but only for a moment. The last time he had heard that…

He brought the paddle down again, and again. Adam’s shouts became sobs as the pain became – almost – too much to endure, but he asked for it again and again and Severin administered it again and again. It was a good thing Adam wanted it, because
Severin’s mind was traveling far away now, back into the past…

Severin leaned over Zack’s shoulder to see the monitor, feeling the body heat coming off his friend. Zack always ran hot, especially when he was coding. “So this is it, it’s done?” Severin asked him.

“Yep. This is it.” He pressed the Publish button and looked up at his friend, a wicked grin on his face. “Those crazy college kids are going to love this.”

They had been working for a month solid on the website, neglecting their studies in the hope that if this took off, well, who needs college when you’re rich without it? And what was more likely to succeed in a competitive environment like a top tier college than this? They’d created a dating site where your
dateability ranking was publicly listed, and could rise and fall like a stock, depending on how others, especially other high-rated daters, ranked your performance.

“I still think we should have just called it DateRater,” Zack said.

“That sounds like date rape, dude. Trust me, I’m the marketing guy. RateThatDate.com is the shit.” He stretched his arms and smiled. “So I think we should celebrate.”

“Yeah, man, we should,” Zack agreed. “I gotta take care of some business first, why don’t you come back in an hour?”

“Sounds good,” Severin agreed. “I’ll go get the booze.” He floated out of Zack’s dorm room on cloud nine. He and Zack had been friends for a year now, or at least Severin saw it that way. For all Severin knew, he may have been Zack’s only friend. Zack was brilliant, charming, but had a cold streak a mile wide. Some people said it was
Asperger’s
but Severin wondered if it wasn’t just Assholeism.

He’d even found himself attracted to Zack. When he wasn’t coding, he burned off his restless energy playing lacrosse and whacking people with
Escrima
sticks. Severin remembered when he’d gone into Zack’s room, the door unlocked as always, and seen him in a towel for the first time. The nerdy outfits Zack wore had concealed the beauty of his body, the smooth cool
pale marble of his physique. He had the nipples of a classical statue, Severin thought, and his yearning to touch them surprised him.

He came back right on time, knowing how anal Zack was about the clock and that if he said “an hour,” that was exactly what he meant. It was late, even for college, and the hallway was quiet. So it was easy to hear sounds coming from inside Zack’s room. Grunts, groans, yelps.

Severin opened the door just a crack. Was Zack getting laid? Should he come back? But his attraction to his friend made him look.

Zack was in his executive coding chair, his pants splayed open, a big frat boy on his knees in front of him with his hands tied behind his back, his pants down and his bare ass in the air. Zack had a leash around the dude’s neck, attached to the big gold chain he was wearing, and was using it to choke him with one hand as the other hand forced his dick down his throat.

“You wanna be on the site, huh? You wanna gold star, bitch?”

“Yes sir!” the frat boy said, red as a beet.

“Suck that fucking dick, you fucking closet faggot.”

Down he went, and Zack’s hips bucked as he shoved his monstrous cock, pale and smooth and hard as the rest of him, down to the root. Then when it was all the way in, he’d pull on the leash. “Yeah, gonna make you fucking choke to death on that meat.”

Zack turned and looked at the door. Severin was frozen there in place, unable to move. He had just opened more than one door. He had been taught that sex was a beautiful expression of love, but always he had found himself…inexpressive when in bed. Something had been missing and he had wondered if he was broken somehow.

But seeing this, he knew, no, he wasn’t -
this
was the missing element. His groin was a furnace as he watched this big man on campus sucking nerd cock, tan muscles straining in his sleeveless t-shirt, gasping for breath, eyes blurry and feverish.

“Get some,” Zack said to him, and with a mind of its own, Severin’s
body walked in. He stood beside Zack’s chair and went to unbutton his pants.

“No, man, make him do it. Open that fucker with your teeth.”

“Yes sir!” the eager bottom said, popping the button of Severin’s
jeans, then using his cheek to push aside the flap of denim and grab the zipper with his teeth. Severin wasn’t making it easy for the dude to unzip him, with his massive hard-on straining the cloth and putting tension on the zipper.

“Get it out, bitch!” Zack said, smacking him upside the head as he struggled. The frat boy writhed and whimpered and Severin could wait no longer. He yanked down the zipper and popped out his tool.

“Fuck yeah!” Zack said. “Now you’re gonna get that throat of yours busted wide open.”

The pig bottom tried to lick it, lube it, before it went down, down but Severin said, “Fuck that,” grabbed him by the ears, and rammed it down his throat with one stroke.

“Now skull fuck him,” Zack said, getting up, stroking himself and pulling on the leash.

And that’s what Severin did. THIS was sex! THIS was fucking getting him off. He and Zack stood next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, and when one was fucking the frat dude’s face, the other had a hand on the back of his head, making sure his buddy got every inch of meat down that gullet. He and Zack grinned at each other, and Severin was reborn.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” Severin said, almost surprised.

“Yeah you are. Give him a fucking facial.”

“No,” Severin said, pumping harder. He could feel the little bitch’s gag reflex close down on his dick like a sphincter, trying to push him out but only squeezing it harder, making the pressure build.

Zack got up and picked up a paddle. “Look what he brought us from the frat house!” And he started whaling on the big muscular ass with it. The piggy screamed, or would have if his mouth wasn’t so full of cock. “You like that?”

Severin’s
cock popped out of his mouth as if the force of the shockwave from the paddle had traveled all the way through the frat dude’s body. “Thank you sir, another please, sir!” he shouted.

Zack laughed cruelly. “Yeah, all you fucking bros paddling each other like a bunch of queers, sticking shit up each other’s asses, this is what you’re thinking about, isn’t it? This is what you want!” He twisted his torso for maximum torque, as if hurling a ball with his lacrosse stick, and brought the paddle down again on that ass with a crack like the sound barrier being broken.

“Thank you sir, another please sir!”

Severin looked at the dude’s face, contorted in pain and pleasure all at once, no piece of his brain left able to tell the difference.
Pain was pleasure
, Severin realized suddenly, and he stoppered that mouth with his huge tool as it broke open, cataracts of jizz
gushing down the hole.

Severin pumped and pumped and thought he would never stop, all the loads a young man could provide in a night, in a week, fuck, all the loads he had been saving for…what? For this. This.

Finally Severin opened his eyes as the last spasms racked him. Zack’s face was glazed, cruel, as he watched, stroking fast. Zack was coming hard, all over the dude’s ass. Severin was frightened for a moment at what he saw – the cold intent, no pleasure, only a dark will and a black satisfaction at the humiliation he was inflicting.

The minute he was done shooting, Zack quickly unhooked the leash from the gold chain, grabbed the frat dude by the ear like a soiled hanky and threw him out into the hall, pants down, tossing his hat after him. “Now fuck off,” he laughed, and slammed the door.

He looked at Severin and smiled wickedly. “You liked that, huh?”

Severin nodded, still trying to process the change in himself. Liked it, hell, he had loved it.

Zack slapped him on the back and threw him a rag. “No going back now.”

And Severin knew what he meant. Vanilla sex was over for him. He wiped himself off, smiling, and opened a beer. Life was great! They were going to be rich and they were going to get laid and they were going to be best friends forever.

When he was done with him, he threw a grateful Adam out into the bar, catching Bel’s
eye and letting him know his latest cum dumpster could run a tab on Severin. Never hurt to let the bottoms in this town know they could get good service at the bar if they gave good service in his basement. He was no Zack, tossing them out in a hallway without even a Kleenex. Yeah, he might have gotten off on that, if it didn’t make him think of Zack.

But the ache, the urge he had in him wasn’t satisfied. He put his biker jacket back on and took a walk in the cool night air.

It wasn’t Adam he’d wanted to use and abuse, or anyone else he’d been with lately. He’d finally come to acknowledge that only one man in his dungeon could end this burning. Zack had to be his, had to be mastered and ruled and humiliated. Broken. And then Severin could rest.

He and Zack had become kings of the campus after the site went live. As it took off in popularity, night after night brought more young bucks around, trying to get a higher ranking by submitting to the two brutal tops. They wouldn’t – the algorithm was more important than the free sex, and they weren’t going to fuck with the money machine – but the rumor was that you could game the system if you submitted to the owners, and the rumor was all it took to get them all the ass they could work over.