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JACK 3
By Les Lea

The third time I met Jack was a completely different experience to my previous sessions with him. Let me do a quick re-cap for you.

Jack was a friend of a friend… so to speak, and on our first meeting he'd picked me up, taken me to the side of a busy road, parked up and fucked me rigid in the back of his cold and uncomfortable Land Rover. Once he'd finished he'd stuck his cock back behind his greasy mechanics overall, dropped me off back at my car and said he had to go and pick up his wife and kids. The second time he'd fucked me was in an office at the garage where he worked. Apparently he was working late, doing a bit of night watchman duties and had taken the opportunity to use the boss's huge wooden desk as the platform for shagging me hard and long. My shorts, arse and cock were all in quite a state by the time he'd finished.  However, the last time I saw Jack was a completely different experience, let me tell you why.

A mutual friend of ours, Bill, had put me in contact with Jack. Although I'd never had sex with Bill we did exchange letters, stories and have the occasional phone conversation. I was recounting my two session with Jack to Bill and mentioned that when we'd first had sex in the back of his Land Rover, Jack had got excited all over again talking about the session he and Bill had managed to have, especially when he mentioned dildos.
Bill had laughed and said that Jack loved his first experience with them and couldn't get enough. I'd said to Bill that I bet his arse was sore after the event and he asked why, since it had been Jack on the receiving end.
I was a little shocked. The way Jack had been with me I'd never dreamt that he would "take it up the bum" but at least now I knew why the word dildo had got him so horny. I quizzed Bill about the incident and found that although it was his first time, it had been Jack's fantasy to be tied down and fucked senseless with a vibrator he had bought his wife, unfortunately for Jack, his missus had flatly refused to have anything to do with the idea. Apparently, it was relatively small but Bill's inventive ministrations had meant that Jack was squirming and pleading for more all through their session.

This gave me an idea.

I decided I didn't want to wait until Jack felt horny and summoned me to service his cock so, I sent a little note to his work. Actually, it wasn't so much a note, more of a drawing. From one of my porn mags I'd photocopied one of the cartoonists, The Hun's sexy images. It showed a young prisoner tied down, with his clothes ripped off and arse in the air. A tub of grease was near by and a warden was rubbing his nightstick.  The image was obvious: The prisoner was going to get well and truly shafted with the nightstick. I wrote on the reverse "Fancy using some toys - soon?" I got an immediate call back from Jack.  He wanted to make a date very quickly and I had to bring whatever I thought I needed. A couple of nights later I was back at the garage where he worked. Now there was a caravan parked out the back, which he used, as he was now also the 'official' night watchman for the firm. He told me it was convenient for all the other things he liked to
 do. He'd temporarily split with his wife but evidently he was bringing girls back for a shagging session on a regular basis. As Bill mentioned when I spoke to him last, it appeared that both he and I were just temporary diversions from his sexual antics with women.

It was a hot evening when I arrived and he whisked me into his mobile accommodation and told me to strip to my underwear. As I did he also pulled off his dirty, oily overall. That hunky, masculine body of his was still tight and fit and a little bit darker where he had obviously got a bit of sun recently. His myriad of tattoos didn't show themselves so clearly now but as he stripped off I noticed he had a fantastic tan line, which really looked brilliant - the dark surround contrasting with his pale but very much alive cock and balls. I guessed there were not going to be any preliminaries this time and as I stood there in just a pair of tight leather shorts with press-studs up the sides his dick immediately rose to the occasion. Standing in my newly acquired leather shorts, and him buck naked, I thought it looked like I should be in charge, and as this was my plan in the first place I whipped out a small vibrator from my holdall. 
"I think tonight it's your arse that needs a seeing to." I ventured.
"Not on your fucking life." he retorted.
"I think this," I waved the piece of penis shaped plastic suggestively, "up your tight butt while you fuck me will make it even better for you." He thought about what I'd just said so I added that Bill had suggested it and thought he would love the idea. I continued to tell him how fantastic it felt when something stretched your hole and found its way to that little button deep inside.  When that button was prodded and massaged how fantastic and different your body felt. I could see he was going for the idea as he was smiling and nodding his head. He laughed and asked just how much had Bill told me.             
"Enough to know that you need a cock up your arse."
"I'm not getting fucked by a real cock," he said emphatically "but I don't mind trying the vibrator again."
Eureka. I could see my words had taken affect. Indeed, his cockiness wasn't as overpowering as it had been before. Obviously Bill had used him much in the same way that Jack had used me. Taking charge and leaving no doubt as to makes the decisions. His cock was bouncing around as more blood rushed to his manhood and it was straining for some kind of action. I suggested that as Bill had tied him down perhaps it would be better if I did as well. I didn't want him to chicken out before I'd put my plan into action and I knew that without him in a submissive role I wouldn't stand a chance of following through with any of my ideas. He'd loved what Bill had done to him, and although our relationship was completely different, I was hoping that all he would think about was the pleasure Bill's attention had given him. Once I had him tied down I was going to give him a little bit more than perhaps he'd bargained for.

He lay out on the single bed face down and I was almost popping out of my shorts just looking at his gorgeous firm arse; tight, muscular and hairy. I'd brought rope and tied his arms out, using the corners of the bed to secure him. I then did the same to his legs. He seemed to be enjoying the reversal of positions so I pushed bedding and pillows under his hips to raise those lovely tight orbs up a bit, in doing so, it also tightened the ropes binding him to the bed. He was rooted in that position.
Next, I grabbed his hard dick and bollocks from under him and pulled those between his legs fastening a leather ball divider to them. As he couldn't see what was going on he just moaned as he thought I was only playing with them. I attached another thinner rope to the D-ring and he let out a shout as I pulled it tight and fastened it to the foot of the bed. His balls were stretched tightly and he was in a great deal of discomfort. "What the fuck are you doing? Take that off now." he screamed. Unfortunately for him, this was my first time of being in total charge and I was loving every nervous minute. His needs were of no importance to me now as I was just keen on giving his arse the treatment he'd given mine. In the end I had to stuff a pair of his oily stained briefs into his angry mouth to shut him up. I looked down at the sight I'd just created and couldn't resist it.
I popped the press-studs on my shorts and let my rock hard cock taste a bit of freedom. It sprung out at right angles to my body and pointed to Jack's hairy hole.
"Sorry Jack, I know you don't want this, but my cock does." I dribbled some clear, smooth lubricant over his buns and watched as it trickled into his dark cleft. I spread myself all over his tattooed back and felt my urgent cock push up against his tight hole. I rubbed up and down his arse crack for a couple of minutes to get him used to the idea that shortly he was going to get shagged by a real cock. Once my dick was equally as slicked as his arse cheeks I began to push up into him. God he was tight and his angry attempts at bucking me off were thankfully not very successful. Perhaps I should have opened him up a bit first with his little vibrator but what the hell, I could feel his arse muscles begin to give way. Soon, accompanied by a huge intake of breath, a fierce grunting sound and some not very accomplished wriggling my dick was through Jack's rearguard and slowly moving further up into him. I grabbed onto his shoulders and moved as deep in as I
 could. I held it there until his wild, but ineffectual, thrashing around had subsided then I began a slow gentle fuck. Well, that was my idea, except his arsehole was gripping me like a vice and my sensitive cock was already on the verge of exploding. I think, in less than a minute, I had entered, shot my load and was pulling out. My inexperience at this 'taking control' lark showing me up for what I was - literally, a fucking amateur. Jack had fucked me for hours in our last session, so it was up to me now to make it last for him. I pretended I had wanted to get it over with quick to spare him too much of my cock and to get on with the toys. It seemed pointless now to insert his vibrator, as my dick had been bigger than that, so I delved around in my bag to see what else would be useful.
I pulled out a small black butt plug with a radius of almost two inches. Once again Jack's hips bucked furiously as the black latex began to prise open his hairy channel. I watched intently as his rosebud of an arsehole was spread wide as I gently forced more of the butt plug in. His bucking and guttural gagged screams got worse and I thought perhaps we'd reached as much as he could take.  I opened a bottle of poppers and stuck it to his nose and told him to sniff deeply. As I held the bottle for him I used my hips and the weight of my body to hold the plug in place. Soon, as the aroma from the poppers took effect, his hips had stopped bucking and began to rotate, as the black object was eaten more and more by his hungry, but still fairly virginal, hole. Unfortunately, the properties of the poppers soon wore off and his slow gyrating stopped. As I pulled back I could see his arse stretched to the limits but the plug still had a good way to go before it
 was all the way in. I poured more lubricant into his stretched crack and began to push at the butt plug. His body had gone absolutely rigid and I could feel him trying to use his arse muscles to squeeze the large object back out. I asked him if he wanted me to stop and he mumbled and nodded his head... so I told him to just relax and I would pull it out. After a few seconds I saw his body slump a little as he untightened his muscled body and at the same moment I flattened my palm against the base of the plug and gave it an almighty shove.  For a brief second his arse was stretched incredibly wide before his sphincter muscles snapped tightly round the invading object and held it firmly in place. Every one of his muscles had tightened and strained against the ropes and the scream of pain was followed by some angry, yet thanks to the pants in his mouth, incoherent threats. I told him to be quiet and stop being a fucking cry baby but, as I looked down, I
 could see what looked like gallons of cum covering the bed… he must have shot his load as the butt plug had disappeared into him. I grabbed my digi-camera and took a few photos then pulled his greasy underpants from his mouth, they were dripping with saliva. Now he'd got the chance to talk I got the full barrage of threats: If I didn't immediately untie him he'd "Rip my fucking head off". I went and put my leather shorts back on and stood in front of him. "You really are a noisy cunt" I told him then went around to the foot of the bed, mopped up all the cum he'd just spurted over the bed with his wet and mucky y-fronts and climbing on his back yanked his head up and forced the soggy mass back into his mouth. It was difficult but I eventually managed to shut him up. 

I took a few more photos and I had to admit the sight of his sweaty, taut naked body with just the black base of the butt plug sticking out made me horny all over again. My leather shorts, already gripping me tight like a second skin, were soon well lubricated as I shot my second load just looking at this incredibly pervy sight. "Now look what you've made me do," I moaned, "you'll have to pay for that." So, from my holdall I took out a table tennis bat and proceeded to beat his arse. Pretty soon his pale white arse was bright red as with each smack his bum bounced on the bed and the red glow on his cheeks grew. Every now and then the bat hit the plug and his body squirmed even more. God, I really loved all this power but I knew I'd have to exhaust him if I was aiming to make my getaway without any repercussions. As I beat his butt I yelled abuse and mocked his manhood calling him a little kid who'd been caught with his pants down and a plug up his arse.
 I was really enjoying myself though I wasn't too sure if Jack was… though at that particular moment I couldn't have given a flying fuck. He was mine for as long as I wanted and I wanted this hard hunk a whimpering mass begging me to stop. Well, that was what was going on in my mind but I forgot that Bill had already done something similar with Jack and he'd apparently responded very well to being dominated.

Having reddened his arse to a wonderful colour I was desperate to fuck it all over again. He wasn't exactly crying but the muffled, angry words and the constant straining on the ropes told me he wasn't enjoying the sensation too much. I obviously didn't possess Bill's finesse but I made more than up for it in what I did next.

As I pulled the butt plug from Jack's tight hole I watched in amazement as his tiny little anus opened up to let out this huge black lump of latex. I withdrew it slowly. Even though it was visibly hurting him I couldn't take my eyes off the spectacle. Little by little his hole opening up to expel this intruding object… and I wanted him to feel every fucking centimetre. Once he'd 'given birth' and had calmed down a bit I gave his arse a couple of minutes respite before I fucked him. Pouring more lubrication into his crack I kept telling him that what he needed was more cock up his butt and we could turn this greasy hard man into a "…cock lovin' girlie."
My cock had been in a state of permanent erection since we'd started so as he lay sprawled out my cock slipped back in and up into his warming guts. God it felt fantastic and his hips seemed to arch a little to help me get as deep and as snug as I could.
"There's a good boy," I mocked. "That's all my cute little cock lover wanted wasn't it, more cock?" He actually wiggled his hips. I think he forgot who he was but that little wiggle sent waves of erotic emotion through me and I started to slow fuck him, hoping to give him even more enjoyment. This time, although I was still bursting to pop, I took my time and nibbled his ears and neck as I gently fucked him. Shit it was terrific and I came quietly in him with a deep, low moan of satisfaction. I rested a while then withdrew and wiped my cock clean. I went over to my bag and pulled out my largest dildo and waved it about in front of his face.

Still with the gag in place I could tell from his eyes that things had changed - from accusing to pleading. I could tell he really didn't want to experience any further anal invasions but, his butt was mine and I wanted him to feel the same soreness in his arse as I did for the week after he'd last fucked me. The dildo was a great work of art based on the actual cock of an American Falcon porn star. A huge heavy piece of natural coloured latex it did look both large and convincing; from the nicely shaped cockhead, past the terrific girth of the veiny shaft right down to the egg sized balls. As I say, a work of art and around 10" long. Jack bucked and strained and pulled on his ropes but they didn't budge and I, in my rather excited state took my place directly behind his greasy and well-lubricated hole. I smeared even more lube into the proud, if unattached member and positioned it in the dark recesses between his arse cheeks. "Jack," I
 encouraged, "I know this is bigger than your cock but I reckon that when I'm done with it you'll know exactly how I felt after you finished with me last time." I loved holding court and as I talked I gently wiggled it deeper into that ever tightening cleft. "It will be no good trying to fight it Jack. You're well lubed, and I'm afraid to say, not as tight as you once were. This is going to get rammed up your shitter as quick as a rat up a drainpipe," I teased the cockhead more into his sphincter muscle. "Open up Jack. You know you want it. You know you're going to get it." He bucked violently again but as his arse came up I pushed forward and the first two inches of porn star cock imbedded themselves into Jack's slippery anus. "Good boy, now you're getting the idea." Encouraging him all the time I pushed slowly and ever forward deep into his innards. I was impressed at the way the width of the thing was eaten up by his arse
 although that could simply have been me constantly pushing the thing up into him… but from my point of view it looked like his arse was gobbling up the huge latex monster. I took my time, pushing and pulling bit by bit but on each forward push, the porn stars cock made even more of its successful journey into the unknown. Once all the way in, and with the latex balls pressed against his bum cheeks, I let it rest and looked to see the sweat that had formed all over Jack's supine body. His head and face were dripping and I noticed his fists were clenched holding the blanket and tears were in his eyes. "Good lad, all the way in with no problems. We'll let it rest a couple of minutes before we take it out."
Embedded deep in him I really didn't want to take it out because it looked so fucking fantastic and I wanted a bit more fun yet. After I mopped his brow and towelled his sweaty body down a bit, I took a few more shots with my camera and made a mental note of his straining torso. I thought it was time for him to feel just what it was like to be fucked by a stupendously big cock ploughing away at your insides without much lube or preparation. "Hold tight," I advised him "I'm going to pull it out." As I tugged on it I could feel him also trying to squeeze the huge object out but I held it tightly so that it only came out slowly. After a couple of minute I let him think that most of it was out and the relief in his body said he was glad to see the end of it. The second he relaxed his body I shoved the whole thing back into him and then with all my weight behind it fucked him in long, deep fucking movements. This took him completely by surprise
 but his cock spurted another huge dollop of cum as I continued to fuck him. I spent over quarter of an hour using the porntool to rip into and up Jack's channel. He came again and added to the growing lake of cum lying between his outstretched legs. More sweat and ineffectual bucking from my victim but I was getting tired and so my fun was coming to an end. I loved being in charge but I  didn't have the stamina or constitution to go on further. I pulled the tool from his well-worn orifice (hell the thing was so warm from the heat of his insides) and scooped up the puddle of cum and let it drip into his bum hole. Then I picked up all my belongings and shoved them into my bag. Jack looked absolutely beat so I went and took the gag from his mouth but his eyes were closed and there was no reaction. I partially undid his hands but he made a grab for me. Luckily I was half expecting something like that to happen and I deftly stepped out of his reach.
 "I'm going to totally, fucking cream you," he threatened through clenched teeth. "Your arse is going to be mush."
"Now now," I retorted. "don't be a twat. I bet you loved every minute of it." He smiled a not very convincing smile and told me that I would be enjoying it just as much as he did when he got hold of me. Time I thought to make my excuses and leave. I left his legs tied to the bed so he would have to deal with them first, which gave me a brief bit of time to collect all my things and hurriedly leave the scene.

I was talking to Bill the other day and he tells me that Jack had been very impressed by my 'master' abilities and had thoroughly enjoyed being the 'sub. His arse had indeed hurt for a week but he was still regularly wanking at work just at the thought of what we'd done. However, as he told Bill, the next time he sees me he's going to fuck me so hard that I'll be feeling him for a year. I think for now at least… I've had my fill of Jack.




      

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