Max couldn't remember the last time a guy had fucked him twice, if you left out what the coach had done to him when he was wrestling. It may never have happened since he finished school. And now, this guy Xander had exploited his weaknesses, and had topped him. What concerned Max more than anything else, was that he knew that he had enjoyed it. That baffled him. "FUCK, I'm a TOP!!!" he kept on telling himself. "Guys line up for my cock!", which was true. When he fucked a guy like that cutie Josh, word got around that he was commanding, authoritative, and he had a nice, solid, thick cock and he knew what to do with it. Max was also pretty good at figuring out a man's hot spots, and he had had no complaints about what he did in bed.
This guy Xander though... it didn't make sense. They were almost the same age (not Max's type), Xander was lanky and not muscular (yes, that WAS his type, but younger, and a bottom), and Max had never been interested in bottoming. He had a sense that this guy Xander wanted more than a bottom too: that he was looking for a sub, or a slave, or something like that. And that was NOT where Max's head was. No siree, if he were in that kind of relationship, HE would be the one calling the shots, not taking cock.
Still, that second fuck... the way Xander had worked his nipples, chewed on his ears, and... he was getting hard about the way Xander had eaten his ass and the way he had taken control of his cock and edged him for what felt like forever.
He didn't like it but, he knew that if he went back to Canyon's, Xander would probably be there, waiting for him. And he'd probably wind up at Xander's place, willingly or not, and he'd be taking that long, skinny cock....
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Xander began trying to find out where Max was spending his time. He hadn't seen him at the leather bar since the second time he took him home - he smiled at how he had shown who was in charge by changing Max's arm band. That seemed to have completely broken Max that night. Max WAS his type. And he wanted more. He checked with Josh to see if he knew anything and he believed Josh when he told him he hadn't seen Max since that night. "Trust me Sir, I'd tell you. Especially if maybe you let me be part of a three way with you guys. It'd be HOT. " Xander laughed. He hadn't really considered a three way but... hey, anything was possible. Xander had been surprised how easily Max had given in. Yes, he had been told that if you got Max's nipples, he was yours, but he couldn't quite believe how COMPLETE that was. Both times, he hadn't worked Max over very hard at all, and the man had opened up like an oyster. He mused about what might happen if he had been rougher? He also mused about whether Max was a "closet bottom," just looking for someone with the balls to call him out on it. He didn't know how he was going to get his quarry back in a trap, however. He had waited outside the hospital where Max worked a few times, and never saw him leave. He knew, from the alumni directory where Max lived, and he didn't have any way of contacting him on the phone.
He thought about it some more and then... well, it was time to force the issue.
When Max got home later that week, there was a package with no return address. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it. It was a collar, a leash, and a pair of nipple clamps. There was a note: "Use em on Josh if you like, but we both know... you'd prefer it if I used them on YOU. Call me." Xander didn't leave his name, just his number. "It's GOT to be Xander," Max thought. "I gotta put an end to this." He took off his jacket, threw it on a chair, and pulled out his cell phone. "Yo. Xander here," "XANDER KNOCK IT OFF." "That Max? How ya doing sexy?" "XANDER, I GOT YOUR PACKAGE AND..." "I'd love to deliver my package to ya Max. You already got two. How about a third?" Max laughed a little at his persistence. "LOOK. I'm flattered, but... NO." "Ok, then use em on Josh if you really want to. They're clean. But you gotta wait till I'm done with him." "ARE YOU FUCKING JOSH TONIGHT?" "Not yet, but... soon. Right now he's trying to get out of his ropes. Not doing any good though. You wanna join us? Spitroast him?" The thought of that teased Max, but... "NO! Cause I know what'll happen." "What'll happen Max?" "YOU'LL GRAB MY TITS AND FUCK ME." "You're leaving out tying you up." "Ok, yeah. That too." "You make it sound like it'd be so awful. " Xander dropped his voice. "You know you'd love it, sexy. When was the last time someone worked your tits the way I did." "NEVER!" Max yelled out, realizing that was the wrong answer. It would only encourage Xander. "Well, why give it up?" "LOOK. This isn't going to work Xander. Like I said, I'm flattered, but I'm a top." "Hmmm. Sure seemed to like bottoming for me." "I'm getting off the phone." "That's fine, stud. Maybe you should get off too. I'm gonna go make a deposit in the bank of Josh. He'll be available tomorrow though. So will I. All you gotta do is call." Xander pushed the phone away as Max slammed it down. He laughed. He went into the bedroom where he had Josh staked out on the bed. "I'm afraid there's not gonna be any spit roasting tonight. You're just gonna have to be happy with this..." Xander smiled as he dropped his pants. Josh moaned through his gag. His cock was totally rigid, as Xander pulled his ankles into the air. At about the time Xander was doing that, Max was in his bathroom, the collar around his neck, and his hand around his cock. His second hand was pinching a nipple. "FUCK ME XANDER FUCK ME"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "So. What do you think about doing a three way with Max Ross and I?" Josh was still tied to Xander's bed. His cock was still hard, and it was getting harder: Xander was gently tickling the underside of his balls. "OH FUCK. OH GOD. I'm gonna cum Sir Xander. REALLY REALLY I AM" Xander leered and took his finger away. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. That's not fair Sir." "Doms are never fair. You haven't answered my question. Gimme an answer and maybe... MAAAAAAAAAYBE I'll let you finish off." "You mean like a spit roast? I suck one of you and the other one fucks me?" "Actually sweetpea..." Xander went back to tickling Josh's balls. "I was thinking more along the lines of, oh, I don't know... Max fucking you while I fuck him" "And then reverse, Sir? You fuck me while he fucks you? "Ha ha ha. Maybe that's when we'd do the spitroast. If I haven't shot into that hottie's ass." "He said you were a hot fuck Sir." Xander grabbed Josh's balls. "Are you shitting me, ginger boy? " "NO SIR. I wouldn't! I mean, I mean... yeah, he fucked me after you did, but he told me... you did him good." Xander smiled. "Young man, you have just earned yourself an orgasm... and breakfast tomorrow."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "I like the shirt Max. Lavender is my favorite color. Did you know that?" Max was back at Xander's place, and he was tied up in the chair, just like the last time. This "date" had not gone the way he planned. He had called Xander. "Alright. Tell you what. Let's meet for coffee. But NO TIT PLAY AND YOU LEAVE ME ALONE AFTER THAT." "Sure Max. Anything you say. It'll be good to see you. " Xander paused. "Know what I think? I think you'd look fucking hot in a lavender shirt. Just saying." "I'LL WEAR WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT. 6pm. I'll wait for 15 minutes and then leave." Xander was there at 5:45 when Max walked in, wearing the lavender shirt. Xander smiled. He was getting to him. "I thought you'd bring back the leash and collar." "Your note said I could keep them and use them on Josh." "No problem. I got more at home. So, why'd you agree to meet with me?" Xander smiled. "Honestly, I have no fucking idea." "Maybe it's because you like my dick?" Max came close to spitting out coffee when Xander said that. But he didn't deny it. "You know, the only person who knows you bottomed for me is Josh. And that's cause you told him." "He has a big mouth. He told you about my tits didn't he?" "Uh huh. You wanna fuck him together?" Xander smiled. "Tonight?" "Maybe. If I can get him on the phone." "No funny stuff Xander. NONE. I SWEAR. If you try any, I'll kick your ass." "Hey no problem dude. Let me call him." Xander put in a call to his own phone number. "Hey, ginger bitch. Sir Xander here. Get your ass over to my place.
When? As soon as possible." He looked at Max. "An hour ok?" Max felt his cock swelling. "Hour's good." "Yeah, stud. Come over in an hour. Wear some tight jeans. We both covet your ass." He got off the phone. "So, wrestling stud.. you wanna follow my car?" Off they went. When they got to Xander's house, Xander asked "you want a drink or something?" "Only if it's in the bottle. I don't trust you." "Ha ha. Afraid I'm gonna drug you? Not gonna happen Max. I want you WILLINGLY not drugged." Xander smiled. "You squirm so well and if you're drugged, well..." Even as his cock stiffened, Max answered. "Well, you're not gonna get me to squirm tonight, cause.. you're not getting my tits." "Yeah, you told me that." Xander handed Max the beer bottle. Max took a long slug and then, in his most authoritative voice, Xander said "Take off your jacket, and sit in the chair Max. NOW" Max looked at him. "Josh isn't coming over is he?" "SIT IN THE FUCKING CHAIR. NOW." Xander reached behind him and picked up a collar lying on a table top. Max gulped. He sat. "Where do your hands go?" Another gulp. He put them behind him. He felt a silk necktie tying his wrists together and then... Xander opening a third button on his shirt. "You want cock, don't you big man?" He began squeezing Max's right nip. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. DON'T. No, please.... "I taste... desire. I taste... bottom." Xander was licking Max's ear. "No. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. OH FUCK..." Max leaned back as he felt his shirt buttons getting opened. Then he felt a collar going around his neck. "This one is temporary, Max. Eventually, you'll be taking a REAL one. For good." Max tried to answer but.. he felt the fingers tighten on his nips again. He realized... he might very well become this man's sub if..." "How about we get into the bedroom? I used the restraints on Josh last night, but they'll fit ya, big man." Xander helped Max out of the chair. Max struggled for a minute and then he felt the fingers on his nipples again. The fight went out of him. Xander kept a set of fingers on one nipple as he untied Max. Then he grabbed them both. "On your back. First time, I'm taking you face up. Second time... we'll reverse it. " "Second time? You're gonna fuck me TWICE..." Max tried to sit up and when Xander squeezed his nipples harder, he fell back on the bed. "I may fuck you three times. Who knows? Friday night... Nowhere to go on Saturday.... " He leaned into Max's ear. "Ask me to FUCK you." Max sputtered, but then, it came out of him. "FUCK ME XANDER. PLEASE TAKE MY ASS." Xander chuckled as he slid Max's pants off. It was almost too easy. Telling him to wear a specific shirt was a test: this man was ripe for the taking. Xander's thumb pressed against Max's asshole, and Max began to whimper. "I DO think a three way with Josh would be hot. Just not tonight. Tonight... it's just you and me. Right stud?" He began gently pushing Max's legs apart. He didn't raise them, but he slid his cock into Max's ass. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" came out of Max. He didn't say how good it felt, or how good the kiss Xander had just deposited on his lips felt. Xander was smiling and sweating a bit. He had the man of his dreams in exactly the place he wanted him. It was hard to control himself, but he did, sliding in little by little. It took him about fifteen minutes to get his whole cock inside Max's ass. "SO FUCKING HOT STUD. SO FUCKING HOT. You are SUCH a hot man." Other guys had told him that, but not when they were fucking him the way Xander was. His cock DRILLED Max, and Max could feel his eyes rolling around. "SHIT YES. THAT'S HOW TO FUCK A MAN. MAKE HIM... HURT...." "You want it to hurt wrestling bear? Do you?" Xander pushed harder. "HELL YEAH. No pain no gain. " He felt Xander speed up his pace. "SHIT YOU'RE.. YOU'RE SETTING ME ON FIRE XANDER. OH FUCK OH FUCK...."
Waves of cum started shooting out of Max, and Xander laughed. "I wanna shoot inside of you so damn bad big man. SO DAMN BAD. " "Well then... " Max smiled and tightened his glutes. "OH YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Xander yelled , and his own jizz came out, right in Max's ass. Max stopped counting after 8 thrusts. Xander slid out slowly, and smiled. "You're gonna spend the weekend, know that hunk?" Max smiled. "I guess I am." Xander whispered into his ear. "I am gonna turn you into my BITCH big man." That's when Max started pulling against the ropes. "Easy does it stud. EAAAAAAAAAAAAASY does it." Xander went back to work on Max's nipples. Then he pulled out a set of nipple clamps. "Let's get you COMPLETELY calmed down. The tit pig's time out." "OH FUCK. You KNOW what these do to me." "I do... bitch to be." He pulled the chain and Max whimpered. "We'll make a trip to your place tomorrow to get some clothes. But you'll be staying. And if you're good, we'll bring Josh over on Sunday night.