Chapter 27 - Bitch Slapping. (Saturday Sexcapades Continued.)

Brian managed to keep himself busy - at first doing his blog entry for the day and then, after that, in the kitchen slowly sipping coffee. In the hope of distracting himself, he even picked up one of the ubiquitous Seymour Bhutz novels that seemed to be everywhere and tried to read a few pages. He had to admit it was pretty humorous - all the turgid throbbing members and longing looks across the crowded dance floor. It was at least interesting enough to keep him from running out to watch the television screen every time he heard ANOTHER rowdy roar of delight from those assembled to watch the Blond Combo’s antics. From the cheering going on, the two blonds must have been doing something fantastic. Brian thought it better if he didn’t know exactly what was going on.

He did venture back out of the kitchen just before the next pair of contestants was chosen by the servant with the bingo ball machine: Dane, again, with Malik this time. Now, that pair, Brian would probably enjoy watching. Although, strangely enough, Brian was finding this sex-on-demand thing was slowly becoming too routine to be all that arousing anymore. Too much of a good thing, he thought to himself. Who would have thought Brian Kinney would ever get tired of being part of an endless, months-long orgy? It was inconceivable, but it was also true.

Malik didn’t seem to be as blasé as Brian about the proceedings though. The dark, compact man was avidly watching the goings on in the Passion Pit and rooting loudly for his twinkie buddy as if Justin could hear his exhortations to fuck Dane into the mattress. Brian did have to smile at the enthusiasm the boy was showing though: He liked a guy who liked to fuck and wasn’t shy about letting people know it.

Just before the two blonds were about to reach their big finale, Malik jumped up from his chair in front of the computer and turned towards the stairs. As he passed by Brian - now glued to the TV screen just like all the rest, even if he’d tried to avoid it - Malik gave the older man a companionable squeeze to his arm and a big, bright-white grin.

"Why don't you go start the shower, Big Guy, and I'll send him up to you." Malik suggested conspiratorially in passing, not waiting for Brian to make any reply.

It was probably a good thing that Brian didn't get a chance to say anything. It had been on the tip of his tongue to protest that he didn't know what Malik was talking about. But then again, he did know. And once he'd had a chance to get beyond the usual knee jerk reaction meant to preserve his studly reputation, Brian thought that a shower with the Twinkie and his Tireless Dinkie sounded splendid.

Brian adroitly turned and headed up the stairs towards the master bath, taking the stairs two at a time.

When Brian and Justin came back down the stairs together about thirty minutes later - smiling, laughing and still damp from their shower - the first thing they saw was Daniel again bedeviling Kerek, this time by waving the ten inch long purple dildo under his nose.

"In case you weren't listening, dildo breath, I'm supposed to be judging this competition," Kerek explained, his exasperated tone saying more about the contempt in which he held Daniel than anything else. "How the fuck am I supposed to do that if I'm mucking around with your big purple people poker? Hmmmm?"

"I don't give a fuck, your Royal Heinie!" Daniel snarked back with a malevolent grin. "I'm in charge of the P4 for the day and that means you get to take a quick trip down dildo lane whenever I say. So, get busy . . . Or get out."

"Fuck you, Daniel," Kerek replied in a polite tone of voice that did nothing to belie the malice underlying the words. "But, whatever. What you don't know is that I'm actually a fantastic multitasker. Paal, would you mind giving me a hand here?"

The tall and aristocratic black man got up from the padded arm chair where he'd been sitting and pushed the substantial piece of furniture around until it was facing away from the TV. Then, with a facetious smile, he snatched the Purple-Pointed People Poker out of Daniel's grasp and handed it over to Paal, who was waiting beside Kerek. Kerek then kneeled on the seat of the chair, his front to the chair's back, with his knees spread wide, his ass presented pertly towards the center of the Greatroom and his face directed towards the TV screen on the wall.

"Now, Paal, Sweetie, if you'd please do the honors. This way I can enjoy getting fucked and STILL judge the contest," Kerek directed, his attention focused back on the screen where little Malik was doing his best to fuck Big Dane over the edge of the headboard of the Passion Pit's bed. "Oh, and Danny Boy? Just in case you were getting ready to congratulate yourself on getting back at me or some other nonsense like that," the svelte black man said even as his friend slid the ten inch dildo firmly into his ass, "MY favorite toy at home is called The Mighty Intruder, and he makes this little guy look like a beginner's model. Harder, Paal, Honey! That's right. Yeah! Just like that . . ."

Kerek proceeded to very vocally enjoy every single minute of his time with Mr. P4, while never once letting his attention be diverted from the computer screen for more than a few seconds.

Daniel stood there silently fuming the whole time, undoubtedly upset that his expected revenge had fallen flat. Of course, he couldn't help getting hard at the thoroughly erotic sight of Kerek being fucked silly with the big purple dildo - they were all hard from just watching the performance - but with his cock bound snugly in its tight leather harness, there wasn't anything the bully could do about it. Which, inevitably, made him even more pissed off at Kerek.

Brian could see the wheels turning in Daniel's brain as the creep struggled to think up other ways to get back at Kerek. He didn't envy Kerek in the least, and hoped the man knew what he was about. Instead of just a nuisance, Kerek had now made Daniel into a real enemy. One with a really bad temper, too.

When the servant reappeared at ten till the hour, prepared to do his thing with the bingo ball machine in order to pick the next couple, Kerek obviously decided it was time to wrap things up. He pushed his firm ass further back towards Paal, clenched his butt cheeks together and wiggled till the end of the dildo almost pulled out of Paal's unprepared hand. Apparently, though, that was all the experienced young black man needed to get himself off. With an exaggerated scream of "Fuck, Yes!" Kerek came all over the leather back of the big armchair.

Then, without resting for even a beat, Kerek  reached around behind him, grabbed hold of the base of the dildo and yanked it free of his ass. Brian heard a nearby Justin grunt in sympathy at the abrupt withdrawal, but it didn't seem to faze Kerek in the least. He simply whipped around, shoved the used dildo into Daniel's unsuspectingly open hand, and then flounced off towards a different - clean - chair. Daniel stood there with a look of utter disgust on his face as he glared down at the slimy thing in his palm.

“You’re going to want to wash that, Dickwad,” Kerek directed without letting his attention waver from the action on the computer screen.

Nobody really had a chance to even enjoy the look of outrage that came over Daniel’s face as he stalked off to the bathroom to wash - presumably both his hand and the dildo - before the servant did his random selection thing and called out the next two names: “Brian and Daniel!”

*Ennnnhhh* “Shoot me now, Sunshine,” Brian groused quietly but vehemently as soon as he heard who his partner would be.

“This should be interesting,” Justin confirmed, rubbing a consoling hand tenderly across Brian’s lower back. “You’ll figure out something, though.”

“How about if I just strangle the hose bag and do everyone a favor?” Brian offered, as he moved reluctantly towards the basement stairs.

“Good luck,” Justin called after him, ignoring the grouchy grumbling which was his only reply.

Justin moved over to join Kerek and Paal in the chairs by the computer screen. He was as interested as everyone else to see just what kind of solution Brian would come up with for this situation. Justin had full confidence in his very resourceful friend. He knew whatever Brian came up with would be elegant and probably unexpected.

“So, how do you want to work this,” Daniel’s always smug voice could be heard a few minutes later coming from the speakers. “Don’t tell me you’re going to suggest hand jobs again, Loser!”

“No. Why bother? With you wearing that thing,” Brian pointed to Daniel’s snugly ringed cock, “it would just be a waste of time and my wrist would get sore.”

You could see the corner of Daniel's mouth twitch even though he was trying not to smile at Brian's attempt at humor. "Fine with me. Hand jobs are for pussies anyway. So, does that mean you're finally going to give up that lily white ass of yours and let me fuck you?"

"Hmmm, lemme think . . . Uh, that would be a 'No'," Brian snorted derisively at the unwelcome suggestion. "In the first place, I doubt you'd get off while wearing that cock ring and I don't intend to let you pummel my ass while you're trying. And secondly, you don't deserve this ass. Very few even come close to earning that honor - and you're definitely not one of the few, the proud, the brave. So . . . no." Brian's little diatribe sparked a round of laughter from those watching in the Greatroom.

"Okay. So what's your plan, Mr. High-And-Mighty-Off-Limits-Ass? Are we just going to stand around here and talk for an hour? I'm sure the viewers will LOVE that!" Daniel flopped backward onto the big round purple velvet bed in a huff.

Brian looked appraisingly at the supine man without speaking for two long minutes. "Well, the way I see it, you're not going to get off while wearing that cock ring by doing the same old, same old. So you have two choices - We could fart around with blow jobs and waste our time and neither of us have much fun, or you could let ME take a crack at getting you off. In fact, I bet I could get you off in less than an hour even WITH that cock ring on your dick."

"Yeah, right! This thing is fucking tight. It ain't happening," Daniel scoffed.

"It would if I fucked you," Brian asserted confidently.

"No fucking way!"

"Yes fucking way!" Brian returned, his voice mockingly mimicking the other man. "And I'm so sure of it that I'll bet you whatever you want."

"Anything?"

"How about this," Brian proposed, his one brow raised enticingly. "You let me fuck you and, if I don't make you cum within one hour even with that cock ring on, then the next time we’re paired up I won't argue if you still want to fuck me. How's that?"

Daniel looked away from Brian's compelling gaze. While he was thinking, he reached down and started to play with himself. He'd been hard since he put the fucking cock ring on more than two hours ago - watching all the other guys fuck all morning wasn't helping. His balls were going to be blue by lunchtime if he didn't get off at least once.

Of course, the idea of letting anyone top him, let alone that arrogant asswipe, Brian, wasn't all that appealing to Daniel. He hadn't bottomed in years; but when he'd entered this contest, he'd known it was more than likely going to be required sooner or later, so he'd prepared himself for it mentally. And at least if he gave it up now, he'd more likely than not get a shot at Brian's elusive ass in the very near future. THAT would definitely make it worth it.

Those watching could almost see the cogs and wheels in Daniel's brain spinning wildly. Speculation among the rest of the House Boys was rife as to what Daniel's answer would be. There were even a couple of side bets exchanged. The consensus seemed to be that, yes, it WAS possible to get someone off while he was wearing a cock ring, but it was bloody hard work and, even then, not always successful. Could Brian really do it? And would Daniel even agree to try?

Daniel cocked his head speculatively to the side as if he were sizing Brian up. Finally, he seemed to reach a decision. "What the fuck! Either you make me cum - which will be a fucking miracle with this stupid ring on - or I get into YOUR ass without a fight. I figure that I'm the winner here no matter what," Daniel shrugged and started to turn over onto his belly. "But, just so you know, Stud, whether you win this bet or not, I WILL be getting into that tight little ass of yours before this Summer is over. That you CAN bet on."

“Sorry. I never gamble,” Brian replied as he moved towards the side table to gather in advance the supplies he’d need. “Gambling is basically a tax on the stupid. I only bet on sure things. I don’t like to lose. And the likelihood of YOU getting into MY ass is so infinitesimally low, it's practically nonexistent. Not a good bet for you - really.”  

Daniel snorted at that pronouncement but didn’t move or otherwise comment. Brian tossed the stuff he’d scrounged from the nightstand onto the bed next to the waiting man and then paused for a moment, a resigned look on his handsome face. Justin, who was watching from upstairs with the rest of the guys, thought that Brian had probably never been THAT reluctant about fucking someone before. From what Brian had told him, as well as what he’d gleaned from listening to the stories the other House Boys told about Brian’s almost legendary status in the local gay community, Justin wouldn’t have suspected the Stud to have any qualms at all about whom he fucked. Of course, all those stories didn’t exactly jive with the Brian he was coming to know, so maybe they were wrong. However you looked at it though, Justin figured that everybody, even the Stud of Liberty Avenue, had his standards. And fucking a guy you detested was probably tough even for Brian.

Finally screwing up his resolve - or abandoning his morals - Brian apparently decided it was time to proceed. He dropped down onto his knees at the edge of the bed and grabbed hold of Daniel’s left calf with one hand, slapping his tush lightly with the other hand to get the man to move up a bit. Daniel grunted a little at the slap to his posterior and wriggled upwards on the bed. Strangely enough, the sound the man made was far from unhappy, Brian’s brow raised in puzzlement for half a second and then he smiled wickedly. He got up from the bed once more, rooted around in the bedside table for a minute more and then came back with a red leather paddle in his hand. The collected House Boys upstairs all whooped when they saw this little toy come out. They figured it was going to get hot down in the Passion Pit.

Brian appeared to finally be ready. He crawled back onto the bed, kneeling slightly to the side of the waiting man and then pulled up on the man’s hips so that he was positioned on his elbows and knees with his legs spread fairly wide. And then, without further ado, Brian gave Daniel’s ass cheeks two quick, hard smacks with the red paddle. The unsuspecting Asian man seemed startled for only a moment and then groaned erotically with each blow, his ass wiggling backward as if to encourage more. Brian sat back on his heels and admired the way the light brown skin pinked up. The boys watching upstairs could see that the word ‘BITCH’, which was etched into the surface of the paddle, showed up quite clearly, white against the redder color of Daniel’s ass cheeks. It caused yet another round of laughter among the watchers - everyone was sure that Daniel was going to freak when he realized exactly what the results of his little kink would be.

“I see how it is,” Brian whispered just loudly enough that Daniel could hear him but hopefully the video cameras would not. “Pain is your thing, isn’t it? You don’t only like causing pain, though, you secretly like feeling a little pain yourself. Don’t you?” Brian punctuated each sentence with another hard smack against the now glowing posterior, carefully aiming his blows so that they didn’t overlap and instead covered the man’s thighs and glutes almost completely. “You like the pain because at heart you’re just a little bitch who knows he deserves to be spanked. That’s it, right? You want this! You want to be punished. That’s why you’re such a little shit all the time. You WANT to be punished!”

The last wallop was delivered with a little extra force and Daniel actually yelped out loud but he didn’t make any move to get away from Brian and he didn’t say to stop. Brian narrowed his eyes and shook his head. He could see that Daniel was already so hard that his skin was straining and red where the leather bands of the cock ring were digging into his now engorged flesh.

“You actually like that cock ring on you, don’t you, Bitch?” Brian hit him again, this time low on his ass right across the gap where Daniel’s scrotum was hanging, visible between his widespread knees. The man jerked when at least some of the force of the blow hit his most sensitive parts. He still didn’t move away though. If anything, he thrust his ass up higher and his shoulders lower so that any subsequent paddle strokes would be sure to hit that same spot.

Brian obliged him with another series of slightly shallower slaps and Daniel writhed with ecstasy after each one. “That’s why I know I’m going to win this little wager, Danny Boy. Because you’re already about to cum for me. Aren’t you? You are, Bitch. You know you are. Only I’m not going to let you cum just yet, Bitch. You still need to be punished so you’re going to have to wait for your release until I say it’s time.” Daniel’s moan of erotic complaint gave clear evidence that Brian was on the right track.

The House Boys who had bet against Brian began to get a little anxious.

Brian tossed the paddle aside, ready to move on to the main attraction, and moved closer between Daniel's wide-spread knees. He ran his thumb down the long knobby spine from nape to tail bone. He bent forward over the man’s back, preparing to kiss or lick or bite the man’s shoulder - a habit he’d gotten into recently for some unknown reason - even though he generally wouldn’t do anything so personal with the average trick. But lately . . . it just felt right. He didn’t know why. It was just something he’d started to do and he did it almost automatically now.

But this time, when he bent his body over the one beneath him, he inhaled a deep lungful of the man’s scent and was momentarily surprised by the strangely musty body odor. It caused him to pause. In the back of his mind, he’d expected the scent to be different. He’d expected . . . What? . . . Then it came to him, he’d expected the aroma of warm, sun-baked earth, fresh-cut grass and clean, sweet sweat. What he got a whiff of was the usual slightly acrid tang of sex and male sweat - the way his tricks usually smelled. But that wasn’t what he expected or wanted and it kinda threw him off his stride. He didn’t want to take the time to stop and think why that odd anticipation had hit him so strongly right then, let alone who it was that would give off such arousing scents. Instead he tried to just shake it off.

However, Brian did decide that he wasn’t interested in kissing the back of Daniel’s neck any longer. This type of situation called for less finesse and more action. Whatever bizarre impulse had come over him that made him want to take his time with this fuck or get personal in any way, at least it was gone now. Now Brian just wanted to get the asshole off and get this over with as quickly as possible. Judging by the generous and now almost continual moaning going on, thankfully, it didn't seem like it would take long.

So, with renewed vigor, Brian commenced slamming into Daniel’s ass even harder than before. As his mind moved into a more clinical focus, Brian calmly analyzed his fuckee. He could always tell when a trick was ready to cum. It was just his gift - he could read people pretty well no matter what the situation, but when it came to sex, he was a fucking genius. He just instinctively knew what they needed and when. He could read the subtext of every grunt or groan. He knew when they wanted it hard and when they wanted it even harder. He knew exactly what to say to get them right to the edge. And right now his instincts were telling him that THIS trick was ripe for the plucking. It was time to wrap things up and hopefully get the fuck away from Dildo Daniel.  

With a calculated move - nothing playful or teasing about this fuck anymore, if there ever had been - Brian reached one hand around and viciously tweaked Danny Boy’s nipple. At the same time, he also shifted his weight just the right amount so that his next thrust would jab solidly into the guy’s prostate. If Daniel liked it rough and painful, Brian would give him rough and painful.

“How’s my little Bitch doing now?” Brian breathed into the man’s ear as he punched again and again into the now over-sensitized prostate. “This painful enough for you? You want more?” He used his free hand to dig hard fingers into the thin flesh over Daniel’s hip, hard enough to bruise. “You deserve every last ounce of pain, you know. You deserve to be punished. And I’m going to keep on fucking you so hard your ass is going to ache for the next fucking week, that’s how much pain you deserve, Bitch.” Daniel moaned again, loudly, but not in protest, in rapture.

“Now, are you going to cum for me? Or are you going to make me hurt you even more?” Brian’s voice had now risen to the point it was audible to everyone watching. “Are you? Are you going to make me hurt you more or are you ready to cum? You ARE going to cum for me, Bitch. You’re going to cum. For. Me. NOW!”

Brian emphasized each word with a particularly cruel stab, pulling Daniel’s hips back toward him at the same time as he impelled his own hips forward. Daniel cried out with each motion. His body was drenched in sweat and his face contorted in some rictus halfway between agony and euphoria. His cock was swollen grotesquely within it’s leather cage and had turned a dark purplish-red, the big vein on the underside a deep blue, pulsing line. Then, with the final word - “NOW!” - he bucked upward, yelling incomprehensibly, his body slamming back against Brian’s chest as his body finally found release. His cock seemed for one instant like it would explode within the confines of the tight leather straps, but then, with a feral groan, a thick stream of sticky white shot out and the man’s whole body seemed to collapse in on itself as he sank onto the bed with exhaustion.

“And that, my little friend, is how we do these things,” Brian commented dryly and, almost as an afterthought, closed his eyes and held still through his own shuddering release.

“Bastard!” Kerek cursed at the computer screen as the House Boys watched Brian working his magic down in the Passion Pit.

“He doesn’t even have to try,” Malik replied, sounding awestruck, watching Brian work Dastardly Dan into a lather despite the fact that Bully Boy had sworn up, down and sideways that he was ONLY a top.

“He’s not . . . He can’t . . .” Dane apparently couldn’t even find the words to express his disbelief as the group stared at the computer screen.

“Yes. He can!” Paal seemed the most confident of all of them when it came to Brian’s abilities.

“He can do anything he wants,” Justin’s assertion was made quietly, the young blond shaking his head with an almost proprietary smile on his face as he watched Brian pounding hard into Daniel’s ass.

Then, as Brian started whispering again into Daniel’s ear, Kerek - who’d unwisely bet against Brian - completely lost it. “How does he do it? What does he say?” Despite his own extensive experience, Kerek was mired in disbelief at what Brian seemed capable of.

“We’ll never know. But whatever it is, he says it for all of us!” Dane sounded almost proud of Brian’s exploits - as if his prowess reflected positively on all of them by mere association.

Then, just as Brian made his final move, sinking with force into Daniel’s ass and causing an instant explosion, the entire group crowed with admiration. It was such a tour de force. It was dazzling.

“Shit, man,” Malik voiced what everyone was thinking. “I can NOT believe Brian managed that. And that Daniel LET him top. It’s a fucking miracle. It’s like . . . it’s like he’s the damned ‘Sex Whisperer’ or something.” This comment elicited another round of laughter from all, but there was enough truth in the statement, albeit somewhat grudgingly given, that nobody argued the title.

Downstairs, they could see Brian was brusquely pulling out and two seconds later had already started to move away from the bed. Daniel was still lying in a heap on the bed where he’d dropped as soon as he’d come, his ass still shining a bright red with the word ‘Bitch’ stamped all over it in glowing white relief. Even as the Brian on the computer screen moved off camera, Justin popped up out of the chair where he’d been sitting and moved off towards the stairs, eager to greet his returning champion.

“You are one fucking lucky bastard, Cupcake,” Dane teased as little Justin passed by him.

“Don’t I know it!” Justin smiled one of his hugest smiles, waggled his eyebrows playfully and practically skipped off to meet Brian at the landing of the stairs.

The entire group kept watch as Justin greeted Brian by jumping into the taller man’s arms and kissing him enthusiastically. Brian didn’t seem at all averse to this form of greeting. He especially didn’t seem to mind that Justin’s pretty dick was all hard and throbbing after watching Brian’s recent performance. It looked like the two of them were due for yet another shower together - right away, in fact. And, after a quick whispered discussion about just exactly what Justin wanted to do in the shower this time - only a few words of which made it to the House Boy’s ears - the couple bounded off up the stairs at a lope.

“So, if Brian’s The Sex Whisperer,” Dane slipped a companionable arm around Malik’s shoulders as they all watched the pair disappear together, “then just what the fuck does that make the kid? And exactly how does a little ‘Cupcake’ manage to tame the Stud of Liberty Avenue?”

“It makes him a fucking sex god - in training - that’s what it makes him,” Malik announced, proud of his young friend. “He might look like a Cupcake on the outside, but we ALL know that boy’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. If Brian doesn’t quite know it yet, just wait - he will. And when he finally lets Justin top him . . . well, you know - you’ve been there - it’ll be all over for our resident Stud.”

“I think it’s already too late for poor Brian,” Kerek giggled in complete agreement with Mal’s assessment. “He might not see it yet, but it’s been all over from the first day he laid eyes on our Cupcake.”

“I think they make a lovely couple,” Paal added with a benevolent, paternal grin.

“Shut your mouth, man!” Malik rounded on Paal with a hiss. “You DON’T want Brian to hear you saying that shit. He’ll fucking run for the hills and Justin will never forgive us for screwing things up for him. And I, for one, want to keep on getting fucked by both of them, which means I’m not going to let you go fucking up the good thing we all got going here. So all of you just keep your mouth shut about all that 'couple' crap, okay?" Mal glared around at everyone in the Greatroom, easily getting the entire group's tacit agreement.

“So, I take it that means I shouldn't run around teasing Brian by singing, ‘Brian and Justin, Sitting in a Tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G . . .” Dane joked, nevertheless, causing the whole group to break out in uncontrollable laughter yet again, as Mal chased the big giant around the room.