Unfinished Business 3 (mm)
by Randy Dragon
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.
Note: Thanks for all the encouraging comments and to reply to Bryan: Yes it is a pleasure :):):)
A smug sneer appeared on his Afro-Latin features while he checked himself out in one of the rear mirrors. Dark brown eyes dominated the manly, light-bronze face. From his pierced ear lobes ran a thin, close-trimmed hair line down the jaws, closing around his mouth and ending with a goatee at his rounded chin.
His thighs were hugging the bike�s tank and the impressive bulge in his crotch told that he needed it. TJ lit himself a joint and jumped from his bike. Gravel was crunching under his heavy boots. After a final adjustment of the ass-hugging jeans the 6 ft tall Afro-Hispanic strode towards the entrance of the bar. A predator was on the prowl.
Thick cigarette smoke hovered in the dim-lit bar-room that vibrated from the thundering basses of heavy metal rock booming from oversized speakers.
A mixed crowd of leathermen, gym boys and men in uniform was sipping Bud at the bar or playing at pool tables and pinball machines.
After some cruising TJ�s gaydar locked into a hunky target that was leaning at a solitary table in a dark corner of the smoky gay hang-out .
The stud was about 37 years old, but built like a brick shithouse. Towering at 6.3 ft., his greasy red brown hair, gave away his Irish heritage. A faded, brown crew shirt encased the broad shoulders and muscle-packed biceps. With his worn-out fatigues and the combat boots he could have been a Marine from the nearby base, TJ wondered, but the sleazy look was unusual for a member of the USMC.
With a blank face the hunk was staring at an empty glass, his fingers absent-minded playing with a mangled cigar.
TJ fetched two bottles of Budweiser�s and quickly slipped some roofies into one of them.
�Whazz-up man?� TJ put the spiked bottle in front of the apathetic hunk.
Slowly the unshaven face rose. Green eyes were looking unsteadily.
�Not much �,� the stranger finally muttered.
There was a faint odor of unwashed body mixed with rank manly smell coming from the man. Dog tags were softly clinging from the valley between the sculpted pecs when he was shifting his heavy body.
So you are a Marine after all � but a dirty one.
TJ felt a stirring in his loins.
Daddy, I am gone fuck �da shit out of �ya.
The �Pink Cock� had a dark room at the first floor and special rooms for private encounters. TJ imagined the big man silenced with a ball gag, struggling in a sling, wrists and ankles securely attached to the four chains �
Damn I�m hard already
�Name is TJ,� he said and toasted with his bottle.
The Marine stared at the bottle. He didn�t seem to pay attention at first, but then his big hand closed around the bottle offered to him. He raised it to his lips and took a big gulp.
�Hank, � he said.
�So � you�re a Marine, huh?� TJ waited for the roofies to kick in.
�I was �,� the man muttered and took another sip.
�Smoke?� TJ offered his joint.
Hank took it and inhaled deeply.
Oh Daddy, you are so fucked �
�Wadda �ya mean, �ya were a Marine?�
Hank�s thoughts traveled back in time. The Master Sergeant had been commanding a special squad that wreaked havoc and spread shock and awe among the insurgents in Iraq. They knew his name as Al-Dowary and feared his unit.
One fateful day they captured the not less famous rebel leader Rashad and brought him down to the coastal city of Basra. There his luck turned. Rashad bested him and instead of the rebel, he was the one to be shipped out.
It was not that the rag-head had seeded him. Although Hank was a top by nature he had been bred before and it did not hurt his ego too much. The Arab camel-fucker, however, had done more than just fucking him. He had made him believe to have been neutered.
Hank would never forget the acrid smell filling his nose and throat when Rashad had chloroformed him to perform a mock castration. His strong ego cracked when the sneering Arab showed him a glass with plum-shaped objects floating in a red cloudy liquid.
He really made me believe he�d cut my fuckin� balls off
Being reduced to a gelding had shattered his ego and subsequently he had almost felt gratitude to his foe, when it was revealed that he was still a man. In his weakened state, however, he was no longer a match for the triumphant Iraqi, who had his way with him as nobody did before.
Moreover Rashad did not stop with him. He bagged as well his Corporal who had come to his aid. The young Marine had been brave and he was in top shape. All that did not help to overcome the cunning Arab, who had mercilessly deflowered the until then straight country boy, even making him fuck his own Sergeant.
Hank�s last thoughts had been with the fate of his young Corporal while he was succumbing to the vapors of his chloroform soaked underwear that had been stuffed with him in a body bag to silence him while being shipped out. In fact he had thrown a boner remembering how well he had been fucked by the kid.
During his captivity he had learned a lot about his sexuality from the Korean monks. How to control a man. How to handle one�s urges and how to reach the utmost heights of pleasure. Abbott Gao Ban, although small in size, had been a skill-full teacher.
First, there was just a humiliating public milking session with a devilish device called �Dragon Claw�. They had totally subdued him by implanting a trance that made him believe to be a helpless small boy again.
However, the Grand Master had found a liking of the big American and had him brought to his Chambers at night. There he lifted the trance and a strange relationship developed.
Until then Hank had considered himself an experienced fucker, however, the way the small Asian had mastered him in the sack had told him that there was much more about good sex than brawn and a big dick.
His 11-inch man meat of which he was mighty proud had become the joy stick for the old monk to control the bigger younger hunk. During the first few nights the Abbott had studied his body�s reactions to sexual stimulations. Hank learned that a man can be controlled with a finger or even a skilled tongue up his ass and that this old man could actually milk him dry. Later the Grand Master didn�t need crude milking or prostrate massage methods to hold his American guest at bay. He knew the most sensitive regions of Hank�s body in the various states of arousal. It took a just a gentle stroke or sometimes a deft touch of a pressure point and the big Marine turned into a lustful moaning heap of muscle.
But then again, even when his hot copiously sweaty body was shivering in the spasms of a climax he had remembered the face of the Iraqi. He had been wondering since, how their encounter would have been, if they hadn�t met in battle.
What was nagging him the most was, not to know, what had become of his Corporal. The codex of the USMC demanded, never to leave a man behind.
There was unfinished business far away across the ocean in the sands of Arabia. However, as the whereabouts of Corporal Tanker Conlay were unknown and as there was not even intelligence that the young Marine was still alive, the USMC had filed the case as MIA.
With the instinct of a battle-proven leader Hank knew that his man was still alive and he was not willing to accept that decision of some rear echelon motherfucker. Fighting to have the case re-opened he went to the Pentagon himself. It was a futile fight with politicians and Red Tape. Then, one day he lost his temper and turned on one of the desk men:
"Oh, eat shit and die, you fucking pogue! I was there man! I was in the shit with the grunts, while you were sitting on your sorry ass in front of a fuckin� computer with heat in the winter and AC in the summer. "
It had felt (really) good when his fist flattened the nose of the administrator, but of course the incident had consequences.
Hadn�t there been his outstanding merits in the field the Master Sergeant would have faced dishonorable dismissal for sure. However, after strong intervention by his commanding officer Major Ben O'Rourke, he was just sent on indefinite leave.
The enforced idleness had taken his toll, however. Without resources to track his Corporal, Hank had drifted into a kind of frustrated depression. He neglected his workout and his diet and he didn�t give a shit about his outer appearance. Kyle, Taylor and his other friends watched concerned but helpless. He was shutting them out sulking in bitterness and frustration.
� � ann thh-adz � why I ain�t no fuggin� M-marine anymo�� Hank babbled.
TJ was little affected by the Marine�s story. In fact he found it somewhat pathetic.
Getting sentimental Daddy, that�s what happens once age catches up
He was horny as hell. Pretending affection he hugged the big man and kissed him softly on his neck. His own firm body was rubbing against Hank�s.
Despite his stupor the big Marine quickly showed signs of being turned on and pulled the younger man into a firm embrace.
TJ�s fingers searched for Hank�s nipples while his mouth opened for a kiss. Hank had always liked it when someone played with his man tits and let out a satisfied grunt.
�Mmmh � yeah,�
TJ�s hand reached down and found a huge mass of meat hardening in the Marine�s crotch.
Ok Daddy, you are mine now
�Let�s go upstairs,� he said.
�Yeah �,� Hank croaked hoarsely.
The two men went up the iron staircase. Hank was stumbling and needed some help from the younger stud. Grunting and kissing they staggered into an empty room. The walls were painted black and the floor was covered with crimson tiles. The only piece of furniture was a sling made of black leather hanging on four chains from the mirrored ceiling. Cuffs were attached to the chains and a night stick was dangling from one of them.
TJ turned a switch on the wall and the room lighting changed to red. Outside in the aisle a red �occupied� sign was lit.
He turned and found himself embraced by a set of strong arms. Both men were hugging, kissing and caressing each other. TJ reached into his pocket and struggled to take a small bottle from his tight fitting jeans. He unscrewed it and held it under Hank�s nose. The big Marine inhaled and his eyes turned glassy.
TJ closed one of his nostrils with a finger and inhaled as well. He held his breath for a few seconds to let the effect of the poppers sink in. Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
Chiseled abs and sculpted pecs were revealed. He went down on his knees and opened Hank�s fly. A rock hard 11-inch dick popped out.
�You like that Daddy, huh?� TJ spat into his palm and started rubbing the throbbing erection.
�Yeah � I like dis,� Hanks head lolled back when the young jock swallowed his man meat. Without stopping the expert blow job TJ looked up and found Hank�s eyes closed. He seized the bigger man�s hips and pushed him gently towards the sling.
�Ohhh yeah � sssuck�dad dick,� Hank�s knees were trembling. He reached for the chains to steady his body. Slowly his hips went into a bucking motion thrusting and pulling his throbbing dick in and out of TJ�s mouth. His arm pits were soaked in sweat and the combined effects of the roofies, the joint and the poppers pushed him towards the climax zone.
Recognizing what was happening, TJ interrupted his expert stimulations. He knew that the older man was now so turned on that he would stay enthralled. Quickly he took of his boots and stripped naked.
His own 8-inch-boner was already semi-erect.
Get me ready Daddy
TJ took another shot from the poppers bottle and faced Hank who had been stroking his dick in the meantime.
�Suck me!� TJ commanded and pushed Hank�s shoulders down. Surprisingly willing the big Marine went down on the quickly hardening cock. He cupped TJ�s melon-shaped ass cheeks and pulled the groin against his face, taking the dick up to the hilt down his throat.
�Oh yeah, that�s hot,� now TJ�s hips started bucking. A finger was wriggling inside his chute while other fingers were rubbing the sensitive area between his asshole and his nutsac.
�Wow!� his eyes rolled in their sockets. Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit him. His hands reached for some hold and found the chains.
�Oh fuck, huh huh,� he gasped delirious. His cock was twitching excited, still engorged by Hank�s warm throat.
TJ couldn�t remember that he had ever been so hard and so much turned on. It was time to fuck.
His knees were lifted up and an instant later he found himself thrown into the sling.
�Hey , wha� ,� his surprised shout was stifled with a kiss and then he was immobilized by the heavy body of the still fully clothed Marine lying upon him. The leather straps of the sling were digging into his buttocks, while he was writhing under the weight of the big hunk.
�You thought to be clever boy, huh,� he heard Hank�s hoarse voice.
�What the fuck?� TJ tried to comprehend what was going on.
�Thought that some roofies would take me down, huh. That was a mistake boy, because I am a man. Not your roofies, not your grass and certainly not your �lil poppers can take me down. But �ya know what, boy? They just turn me on! And now you are mine!�
�Don�t even think about it, never ever. Fuck, get off me!�
Hank grabbed TJ�s wrists and fought the struggling arms into a spread position. The younger man�s biceps were working at full strength but to no avail. They were no match for the Marine�s raw power.
�No, fuck you, no �mmmph� TJ�s shouts were again stifled by a tongue reaching into his throat. His legs were pedaling spread apart by hank�s hips.
He was desperately struggling, sweating profusely now. However, poppered up as he was and constantly aroused by expert kisses he was kept weak.
Hank needed no hands to guide his dick into the target. His bloated mushroom poked against the tightly closed sphincter.
�Open the shitter, you only make it hurt,�
�Fuck you, I am a top!�
�Not much longer, boy! I�m gonna rock your world!�
�Fuck you!� TJ�s struggling intensified.
Hank moved his body off the rebellious jock until his booted feet found the tiled floor. Suddenly feeling freed from the weight of the heavy body TJ reared up, gasping for air, locks disheveled.
�Motherfu-� aaaouuuwwww � fuuuuck!� his expletive turned into a howl of surprise and pain, when something hard was shoved into his rear channel. With a look of disbelieve he realized that he had been skewered with the night stick.
His fury about being taken by the older man in such a humiliating way was bigger than the already fading pain.
�You motherfuckin� bastard take that ou � oooh!�
Hank had twisted the stick and started pulling and pushing it into the flopping jock.
�Ohh � uhhh� shit � aaaahh��
TJ fell backwards into the sling his legs kicking, cursing and yelping whenever the stick hit a very sensitive pleasurable area inside of his rectum. Still the biker did not surrender. Never before had he been manhandled like that. Gathering all his willpower and overcoming both pain and growing arousal he reared up again intending to lash out at Hank�s sneering face.
�You! Aaawww!�
The Marine thwarted the desperate attempt with a quick backhand double bitch slap with his left hand that threw the howling jock back into the sling.
Before the younger man could launch another assault Hank�s paw closed over the biker�s package with a painful squeeze. The 8-inch curved dick was peeping bent at an awkward angle through the meaty fingers.
TJ�s body arched while Hank was squeezing and ramming him, until the curses and howls turned to pleas and whimpering.
Hank pulled the stick from the loosened chute. His hands caught the ankles and spread the biker�s legs wide apart.
With legs akimbo he took a wide stance and lowered TJ�s knees down on his shoulders, while his dick�s head disappeared between the butt cheeks.
�Yeah, boy , come to Papa!� Taking leverage on TJ�s shoulders he pulled the wriggling biker onto his dick.
�Shit!� TJ cursed. The sphincter muscle resisted for a brief moment. Then Hank�s man meat conquered the virgin chute by one mighty thrust. TJ�s hunky body froze in a rigid arch. His head fell into the back of his neck and his eyes glazed over.
Before he could even utter a shout Hank was already out of him. The next thrust did not meet any resistance by the well-primed hole.
�AAAwwwwwww!� finally TJ found the breath to cry out his shock about the defloration.
�I told you it would hurt if you resist,� Hank sneered.
�Hmmm, you are still tight. So you were a virgin after all,� He gathered some spittle and let it drop onto his shaft that was moving in and out of TJ like a piston.
�Oh shit � shit � shit,� TJ was howling.
The muscular biker was still struggling, trying to get out of the sling, but it was all futile. Dangling back and forth and firmly impaled he had no chance. His sphincter surrendered first and slackened.
�Yeah, atta boy, now we start the fun,� Hank changed the angle of his thrusts.
A first rush of pleasure hit his system and TJ knew that Hank had found his prostrate.
�Nooo!� he desperately tried to avoid what was coming.
Hank grinned and positioned the wriggling jock slightly different. TJ�s eyes bulged. A flushed expression appeared in his face. His bronze torso changed into a darker red color that traveled up past his neck and spread across his lust-contorted face.
This evening had turned out totally different than he had planned. Instead of fucking the older man silly, he was the one who got his brains fucked out and now he understood the meaning of this expression.
Every thrust ignited a wave of lust inside his body. Usually being in control, he soon became unable to control himself. His body reacted without his will, just by primal instinct.
�Uuurgh � Aaah. Oh yeah! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee!� he heard a voice and knew faintly that it was his own.
His head lolled right and left, his arms dangled helpless while his legs closed around Hank�s hips.
�Yeah, that�s it,�Hank cooed,�give in to it, baby.�
�Uuuhh! Fuck!� toes were curling in ecstasy.
A familiar contraction formed in the Afro-Hispanic�s loins.
�Oh shit I fuckin�cummm � uhhh � uhh � uhhhhhhhrrgh,� without even being touched his dick erupted and streams of gooey white cum splashed across his pecs, some drops finding their way up to his chin dribbling from his goatee.
The emission had been so fast and overwhelming that TJ almost fainted.
�You�ll get used to it boy, and then you�ll last longer, � Hank grinned playfully rubbing his palm over the hypersensitive dickhead.
�No! Stop, it�s too sensitive �� TJ reared up.
�You�ll get used to that too,� Hank laughed and started humping his bike-boy again. Still fully clad he mounted on top of the biker who was still caught in the thrills of his climax and kissed him breathless.
The sling was swinging wildly now. TJ responded willingly to Hank�s accelerating fuck rhythm. Both men started gasping and then hollering.
�Fuck yeah!�
�Oh shit!�
�Take it!�
�Oh Fuck. I�m cumming again. You�re drivin� me fuckin�nuts!� TJ hang on to the bigger man for dear life, digging his fingers deep into the camo fabric covering the meaty flexing buttocks.
�Uuurgh, boy here it cummmmssss, huh � huh� Huuuuh!� Hank�s body went riggid. His shirt was now drenched in sweat. TJ felt the dick inside of him expand and then his bowels were flooded for the first time in his life by another man�s seed.
�Ahhhh, I�m fuckin� cummin� tooooo!� his dick trapped between his and Hank�s abs spilled another load of his manly juice soaking the sweaty undershirt of the Marine.
Hank moved to the opposite side of the sling and took TJ�s neck between his thighs.
�Take that Marine dick, yeah eat it!�
TJ�s head was pushed up and down. Coughing and retching he was choking on Hank�s man meat, until a gush of Marine cum flooded his throat.
The biker was still gasping, when he was pulled from the sling and forced into a doggie position on the tiled floor. Hank grabbed the locks and pulled his head into his neck. Some firm spanking that left the sexy bubble butt burning and red took the little fight that was left out of the rebellious Afro-Hispanic.
Hank mounted the tamed TJ again and made sure he came as well while pumping another load of Marine cum into the biker�s bowels.
When a dazed but satisfied TJ came back to his senses he was back in the sling, cum was dripping from his hole. The rank smell of Hank was all over him. The taste of Marine cum filled his mouth.
Click!
�What?� he found the final cuff closing around his wrist. His ankles and the other wrist were already secured to the chains.
�You have been fun boy, but now I�ve gotta go,� Hank had crammed his dick back into his camos.
�But the night is still young and you�ve gotta to be taught a lesson,� he fetched TJ�s jeans and took some roofies from the pocket.
�No! You can�t do that! Fuck you mmmphhh,� TJ tried to keep his mouth shut, but Hank simply squeezed his nose until the overwhelming urge to breathe forced his mouth open. A moment later the roofies were force-fed to the gurgling biker.
While the resistance subsided, Hank made the Afro-Hispanic inhale some hefty shots of poppers, leaving the drowsy jock with a sheepish grin dangling in the sling � the nightstick rammed up his chute.
�Enjoy!� Hank turned the switch and the �occupied� sign out in the aisle changed to �Welcome�.
On his way out Hank met a nerdy looking, nervous twink, obviously new to dark rooms and the kink scene.
�Take the guy over there, he likes to be dominated by smaller guys,�
�Thank you, Sir��
On his way home Hank grinned to himself. His mental training at the temple had helped him to overcome the effects of the drug. In fact he had channeled the loss of inhibitions in such a controlled way that he felt just pleasant arousal.
The boy had been fun, but Hank knew he wanted a man. He needed a strong man in his life who posed a constant challenge to his massive ego; keeping his life exciting and forcing him to test his limits again and again.
He arrived at his flat and fetched a beer from the fridge. A flashing light from the monitor of his PC informed him that some e-mail was waiting to be opened. He took a long sip of the ice-cold drink and let his heavy, tired body sink into his chair. Crumbs of dried boy�s cum stained his crew shirt. He flipped some away with his fingernails. He knew he stank. He needed a shower, but he did not feel like taking one. Hank sighed, his big hand grabbed the mouse and with a bored expression on his face he hit the mailbox.
The incoming mail was huge � 20 MB. He did not know the sender�s address. When he opened it there was no text message. Just one attached video clip.
That must be Taylor, trying to cheer me up with some cheap porn
He was almost deleting the file, but then changed his mind.
What the heck! That better be good �
The media player opened and a face masked with a checkered Arab head scarf, a kuffiah, appeared.
With a jolt Hank sat upright. He didn�t need to see the face to know who was calling him. He recognized the dark piercing eyes.
�Salam Al-Dowary, I hope this message finds you well. You might want to know that I keep someone with me, whom you are caring for, for sure,� the familiar guttural voice with the heavy Arab accent snickered from the speakers.