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Taming the Lineman

  By J R

  This is a fantasy work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental and the use of real company names or products is for literary effect only and definitely without permission of any kind.

  Part One

  Jeff was really struggling to drag himself awake for some reason. He felt to be drifting out of sleep as usual, but his arms and legs just didn't wanna move like normal. His rough palm refused to rub over his drowsy eyes or to stroke his trim goatee, and his tense legs ignored his routine demand to limber up for the day. Jeff couldn't even tighten his thighs to ease the throb of his morning wood. On top of all that he was lying on his back. Jeff mostly slept on his side with an arm casually draped over Kaitlyn's waist; and speaking of which, he could tell no one else was in the bed, a bed way too small to be his own.

"What the fuck..?" Jeff finally managed to open his eyes and look side to side only to see his thick wrists in manacles chained to a sturdy metal frame. "Son of a bitch. What the fuck's goin' on here?" Jerking his arms to test the restraints, he lifted his head to find his strong legs and wide feet similarly shackled to the corners of the bed. "Hey! Can anybody hear me?! Where the fuck am I?!" Jeff bucked his entire muscular body from his reddish brown buzzcut to his thick flexing toes. "Hey, c'mon! Is anybody out there?!"

The last thing Jeff remembered clearly was stopping by Razcals after work for a couple beers and a few rounds of pool. Just his typical Thursday night break from Kaitlyn and the kids. Then a vague blur of riding laid up in the back seat of his Dodge, which merged into this weird fuckin' dream of being rinsed off with a hose, then ultimately waking up chained naked and spread eagle in some strange room he'd never seen before.

"Unghh.. Jesus.. fuck!" Jeff's brawny arms and sturdy legs bulged to the limit as he again tested his shackles only to find the solid chains barely gave him a hint of mobility. "Hey! C'mon, godamnit! Someone come let me outta here! Is anyone fuckin' hearin' me?!"

Eric could sit and listen to that deep sexy redneck voice all day long, but it was definitely time to get on with the next phase. He watched mesmerized as his hunky captive tried to heave his powerful body against the restraints making that thick cock flop back and forth across the tightly ridged abs. The cuffs that secured Jeff's arms and legs confined him to merely tossing his broad hairy chest in futility and bucking around on his big furry ass, yet Eric needed to get a move on regardless or his fitful toy was liable to damage itself, not to mention Eric's cock bulge would soon rip apart the seams of his Levis.

Jeff had no idea of course that his captivity had been plotted out for months now. In a way it'd been years in the making. The details of Jeff's drugging and abduction from the pool hall may be recent, but Eric's general scheme to trap a straight dude fucktoy had been a long time coming. In the way other guys might plan ahead to buy a Corvette or take a trip around the world, he'd set about designing this house where he could make his fantasies real. Eric knew he'd found his boy the moment he set eyes on Jeff. And to think the hot fucker had been just seconds away from saving his ass and keeping his freedom.

Back in June Eric had been rolling out of the driveway to head for the mall when the Process Energy truck pulled in to connect the power on his newly built house. As Eric stood there gazing up at the lineman with a clear view of Jeff's beefy ass and his swaying package filling out the well-worn Carhartts, he vowed that the tough redhead stud would soon belong to him. The gruff lineman had brushed off Eric's attempt at small talk, clearly aggravated by the distraction and intent on getting to his next call, which only intensified Eric's resolve to take charge of him in every possible way.

The next day Eric called the power company on some pretext about needing the lineman's name for records of work done on the house. He got Jeff Wyatt, and with that bit of info he swiftly tracked down the Candler address where the boy lived with Kaitlyn and their kids, Harley and Jeff Jr. Eric's boy wasn't really a boy, of course, but rather a six foot tall 36 year old man, about to turn 37, who'd been married 14 years and had worked at the power company since back when it was CT&L. Aside from the two kids with Kaitlyn, Jeff had an estranged son from fuckin' around his senior year in high school, and yet another little boy from a random fling that nearly ended his marriage five years ago.

As Eric's obsession grew he increasingly tracked Jeff's patterns so as to zero in on the right time to take charge of his prey. Off the clock, Jeff drove a black Dodge Ram 2500 with a Semper Fi decal on the rear window and a bright orange Vols logo on the tailgate. Hiding a GPS unit in the big-ass truck was fairly simple since Jeff sometimes drove his old beat-up Mustang to work. Slipping into the house to set up wireless vidcams

was far more risky and reckless, but Eric couldn't resist his need to record Jeff doing his typical straight-dude thing without the slightest idea that the guy who planned to own him was watching on his laptop just a few dozen yards away.

The yawning lineman would stand at the closet, hand in his boxers and legs cocked wide, idly fumbling with his sweaty balls and heavy dick before he headed for the shower. With a deep sigh and a quick tug to end his piss stream, he'd lather up his broad muscled chest and his thick hairy legs, a soapy hand straying with every pass to rub at his balls or to jerk at his cock. He'd finally work up to a steady stroke rhythm, his furry butt cheeks clenched tight and dick thrust out to pump four or five shots of cum down the drain. Minutes later he'd settle that fine ass in the seat of his truck for yet another day of linework, cockhole still slick with cum and balls already firing up his next load.

After dinner Jeff would often lounge around shirtless in a deck chair, his wide bare feet casually propped up on the rail, with a beer in one hand and the other in his track pants absently playing with his cock. If the kids were gone he might get away with a quick jerk on the couch, his large balls bouncing and his meaty butt flexing, jacking the cum out of his dick with one beefy leg hiked up on the armrest. On a good day Jeff might even get his nut in some warm soft pussy, but more often he'd just roll into bed with his half hard cock denied and neglected for the night, only to stretch awake the next day, chest and pits damp with night sweat, and then go do it all over again.

Jeff hit the Y in Woodfin two or three times a week and he usually found an excuse to stop at Walmart or Lowe's or maybe Best Buy on his way home. On weekends he'd get together with his work buddies to play Xbox or watch a game, then most Saturdays he'd take Kaitlyn out to dinner and a movie.

Jeff might run a couple laps over by the lake on days he didn't make the gym, and if nothing about the house was broken he'd usually find something to fix anyhow. Throw in taking the Hog for a spin or dropping the kids off at little league and that was about it - except Thursday night. That was Eric's opening.

Thursdays were pool night at Razcals when Jeff could get away from hollerin' kids and past-due bills to throw back some beers and work on his bank shot. Kaitlyn didn't mind since his wild streak had settled down lately and, more so, because he'd always get home primed to bang the hell out of her. That was the part that made Eric burn up as the weeks passed by with Jeff still running free. In Eric's mind, that unruly dick already belonged to him, and he could hardly wait to punish Jeff for using it without his permission. Well, last night Kaitlyn never got her routine fuck since Jeff never made it home, and it was now long overdue that the lineman truly meet his new owner.

Jeff had been intent on twisting and turning his left hand to work it free of the cuff when he jerked at the sound of bolts turning in the far corner. A well-built guy of about 30, in 501s and a black t-shirt with dark spiky hair and a good bit of scruff, entered the room. "Hey, who the fuck are you?! Did you put me in here? Come set me free, man!" Jeff tried to get a good look at him as the guy just casually walked over to some cabinets and began setting random items on a metal cart. "C'mon, dude, talk to me!"

"You don't recall? We shot a few rounds at Razcals the past couple weeks. It's Troy, but my real name's Eric." The laid back dude rolled the cart up to the bed and leaned over so Jeff could get a better view of him. "I guess I look a bit different without the cap or glasses and, check it out, no more green contacts."

"Hey, yeah, I know you. You shaved the beard too." Jeff's handsome mug furrowed with recognition. "Look, whatever, man. I thought you were straight up. I dunno what game you're playin' but you need to let me loose, alright?" He gave the cuffs an impatient jerk. "C'mon dude. I ain't kiddin' around and I gotta piss like a fuckin' racehorse."

"Well that might can be arranged if you lose the attitude." Eric reached out to trace his fingers along the armband tattoo on Jeff's right bicep. "We've got a lot to take care of."

"Hey, man! Don't fuckin' touch me, alright!" Jeff tried to buck away as much as the restraints allowed. "I just wanna get outta here so take the fuckin' cuffs off me and we'll forget this ever happened. My ass is in for it already."

Eric's easygoing banter vanished as he slapped down hard on Jeff's chest to grab a rough hold of the furry muscle. "You're not going anywhere, boy! You got that?" Eric let go of the pec so he could clamp his fingers on both quarter-size nipples. "These tits belong to me now!" Eric gave them a vicious twist. "So I decide what you do from now on!"

"Hey c'mon, man, lay off! That fuckin' hurts!" Jeff yelped and tried to pull away as Eric gripped and yanked the tender nubs. "Look, I dunno what fucked up idea you got, but this ain't me, alright? I ain't no damn faggot! I got a wife and kids so you better let me fuckin' go, dude. They gotta be lookin' for me by now."

"Yeah, no doubt. They probably found your truck where I drove it down a bank and into a tree over off Rambling Ridge. I left the driver door open and beer bottles all over, so I'm sure they'll figure your drunk ass is passed out in the woods." Eric let go of the sore nipples and gave Jeff's beefy chest another hard slap, on the other pec this time. "But you don't need to worry about any of that now. You can just focus on learning your place."

"Motherfucker, let me go!" Jeff bucked and thrashed as Eric turned to pick through his tools on the cart by the bed. "Fuckin' faggot! I'll fuckin' kill you when I get loose!"

"Oh I'm sure you would given half the chance." Eric settled on a slender but lethal tawse. "But trust me, you won't get one." The leather whipped down to take a bite at Jeff's right nipple. "Uhngawd! You motherfuckin' asshole faggot! Get the fuck away from me!" Another flick of Eric's wrist sent the burn lashing into the left nipple. "Motherfuck!"

"You know, I could easily shut you up if I wanted." Eric began alternating lashes from one nub to the other, making them redden and swell, as Jeff bucked and cursed beneath him. "But I love the sound of that sexy voice. You're only makin' it worse on yourself." With a sudden lash right to the head of Jeff's dick - "Fuckin' cocksucker!" - Eric turned to a nearby cabinet. "Now I better drain that dick before you piss yourself."

"What're you talkin' about, man? Hey, what the fuck is that?" Eric set the long plastic tube on the cart and chose a pair of wicked steel clamps. "But let's make sure you don't forget who's in charge of these nipples now." Eric firmly clipped a vice to one puffy nub and then the other. With a quick tug to test their grip, Eric picked up the thin coiled tube. He ignored Jeff's latest round of cussing as he grabbed hold of that heavy cockmeat.

"What're you doin', man? No. Don't put that in my dick. C'mon man! Just let me go! Please, man.. Ungh.." Jeff's entire body shuddered reflexively as Eric stroked his thumb across the head and right over the cock slit. Jeff's need to piss was now a constant throb and pulsing right below it, hardly less intense, was the need to shoot his morning load. Eric pulled the cockhead open with a finger on either side and pushed the high gauge cath into the cum-slick pisshole.

"Oh god.." Jeff bucked and moaned as the prickly sensation filled his cock tube. He'd never been cathed before and the slim insert now felt huge as it forced his dick open. "You fuckin' asshole!" With a piercing shiver the cath hit home and his golden piss stream shot through the clear plastic up to the clip. "Goddamn motherfucker!"

Eric lightly stroked the stiffening shaft and rubbed his thumb around the cockhead, intrigued by how the tube stretched and plugged the helpless dick. "It needs to sink in that this cock belongs to me now. You don't get to jerk it off just because you feel like it. Those days are over. I'll decide when you deserve to cum from now on." Eric eased the clip only enough that a bare trickle of piss dripped into the bottle. "And you don't get to piss just because the urge hits you, either. I decide that too. This dick will be kept under strict supervision from here on out."

"Fuck you! You fuckin' faggot pervert!" Jeff's thrashing kicked up a notch as the pressure in his groin barely edged down. "You're a fuckin' dead man when I get loose from here! A real fuckin' dead man!"

"Sure, whatever. I'll need to work on that mouth soon enough. But, let's see, where were we?" Eric sat on the bed and ruthlessly yanked the clamps off both nipples at the same time. "Oh yeah, I was taming these big beefy tits." Eric slapped the hairy left pec as he bent over to clasp his mouth on the right nub.

"Aaaungh! Fuck!" Jeff yelled out and arched his body as the rush hit both nipples at once diverting him from the pressure in his groin. "Please, man. Don't! C'mon dammit. Stop! I don't fuckin' want this, dude! What the fuck did I ever do to you, man?!"

Eric just glanced up and winked before switching his attention to the other tender nub. He alternated back and forth as Jeff cussed and moaned and thrashed beneath him, the punished nipples becoming more and more swollen and sensitive while the piss gradually ebbed through the tube that controlled its flow. "Please stop this, man. I'm beggin' you!"

"OK, sure. We can stop for now." The piss had finally drained out of Jeff and Eric eased the cath out of the abused cock tube. "You just gotta answer a few questions for me. Once you find the right answers then we can move on to something else."

"Yeah, man. Whatever. You got it." Jeff was distracted by the sting of merciless plastic clearing his forcibly stretched cockslit.

"OK then. Let's roll." Eric pulled off his shirt and picked up a short cat o' nine whip off the cart. He stood bare-chested over Jeff, stretched his shoulders around, then cracked his knuckles. "So, tell me. Who do these tits belong to now?"

Jeff glared up at him and resumed the struggle to free his hands. "Just fuck off, man!"

"Wrong answer." Eric whipped across one burning nipple and then the other. Jeff's handsome mug lit up with pain and anger as he let loose with his loudest shouting yet. "Let's try that again. Who owns these big fat balls now, boy?" Eric nudged the full nutsack with the handle of the whip.

"Yeah, fuck you sideways, assho.. Aaungh! Godamnit, that hurts! Fuck!" Eric lashed the whip across the balls again and then again. "OK, one more chance. Who decides when and how this dick gets used from now on?"

"And I said: Fuck! Off! You! Faggot!" Jeff somehow flushed even redder as he bit the words out and he finally lashed back at Eric the only way he had left. He reared up and spit in Eric's face. "Just leave me the hell alone, you fuckin' deviant faggot!"

Eric simply gave him an ominous smile as he wiped the spittle from his scruff and then pressed his hand firmly across Jeff's chest and abs, pinching and kneading the muscles as he went along. He knew he had more efficient ways to break Jeff and bend the lineman to his control, but that's not what Eric wanted. He wanted the fight. That's what turned him on. He wanted Jeff to struggle and rebel so that he could come up with ever more creative ways to discipline the straight redneck.

With a sharp snap of the whip, Eric laid into Jeff; alternating between those fat swollen nipples and the full aching balls and that throbbing cockhead. Jeff cussed and thrashed and yelled and then finally wept as Eric ruthlessly punished the heaving mantits and that unruly dick that was stuck between drawing up in fear or filling out with adrenaline. The big low-hangers had nowhere to hide, though Eric was careful to pull his swing. He had no desire to damage his hard-won prize. With every lash Eric repeated the same rapid-fire questions, fixated on the parts of Jeff's body that he'd chosen to discipline, not even waiting for the magic words that would end Jeff's personal hell.

"Please, man. Ungh! Please, I'm beggin' you. Fuck!" Jeff was finally pushed to his limits. "Please stop! Aggh! I'll do whatever you want, alright? Owwgh! Goddamn!" Jeff was ready to say anything to get this crazy faggot pervert to back off for a while. "What the fuck do you want from me? Just tell me! Aaunghh!"

With a parting lash to the quivering cockhead, Eric stood back and brushed his hand through his damp hair. "OK then, let's try this again." He sat close on the bed and leaned across Jeff's shaking body to stroke a firm hand across the flinching abs and the panting chest. Jeff winced and groaned as Eric firmly pinched one of the raw pudgy nipples.

"Who do these tits belong to now, boy?" Eric clamped down even harder on the tender nub and reached to grip the other one. "Answer carefully cause if I have to punish you again you won't be gettin' a second chance anytime soon."

"You, man! Alright? They fuckin' belong to you!" Jeff yelled through his gritted jaw. "Do whatever the fuck you want with 'em!"

"Good answer. You're finally starting to learn, boy." Eric let go of the tortured nips and reached down to cup Jeff's aching balls. "So then, how 'bout these? Who owns these big fat balls now, boy?"

Jeff actually sighed at the way Eric gently cradled them in his palm easing a bit of the pain away. Eric's grip tightened ever so slightly. "You do, man!" Jeff quickly answered. "They're fuckin' yours, too! C'mon man. I'm doin' what you want, OK?" Eric's hand shifted away from the balls to wrap around the sore dick pulsing at half mast.

"Excellent! We're definitely on the right track now." Eric stroked the thick smooth shaft and rolled his thumb across the warm head and into the moist cumhole. "And what about this? Tell me who decides when and how this dick gets used from now on?"

Eric's dark intense gaze was locked into Jeff's damp clear eyes as the lineman wrestled down the urge to pound this faggot's face into the floor. "You decide, you motherfucker! It's yours now. You decide when I get to use it. Fucker!"

"Cool deal! That's just so fuckin' awesome!" Eric beamed and kept on working the wet cockhead. "So, what're you saying, exactly? Who decides when you're allowed to drain that piss or to shoot that cum?"

Jeff's jaw clenched and for a long, furious moment Eric thought his toy would spit in his face again, forcing them back through the whole routine except twice as long this time. "You do, you fuckin' cocksucker pervert faggot asshole motherfucker! It's up to you if I can fuckin' piss or cum. You goddamn faggot!"

Eric's smile vanished. "Exactly, and you got a long way to go before you deserve it." Eric abruptly let go of the slippery cock and headed back to the other side of the room. "But I'm not too sure you really mean it yet. So let's see how I can help you realize that you're just my property now. Just my private little fucktoy."

"Jesus.. Why me, man?! Huh? What'd I fuckin' do to you?" Eric calmly watched Jeff resume tugging at the restraints as he picked out the tools for his next lesson. "C'mon, man. Can't you just ease up on the cuffs? Please? My legs are seriously cramped up."

"They're not yours anymore, either." Eric noted as he latched a couple more hooks to the headboard. "And it's not what you did. It's what you are. Another cocky straight redneck fucker just struttin' around with two goals in life: drinking beer and chasing pussy. I've watched you climb up on that ladder with that beefy ass stretchin' your jeans and that thick dick floppin' around in them sweaty boxers

and you don't even realize what a total fuckin' cocktease you are. Well, your days of chasing pussy are over, for good. You don't get to hide that cock or that ass anymore. They belong to me now so I'm gonna train you to use 'em any way that I want, the way they were meant to be used."

By now of course Jeff was staring at Eric like he was the craziest motherfucker on the face of the planet. "You're fuckin' nuts, dude. Why me, man? There's plenty of better lookin' guys out there. And lots of bigger fuckin' assholes, too. What'd I do, huh? I don't bother nobody. You're fucked up, man. C'mon, just let me go!"

"No." Eric stood back by the bed and gave Jeff a smirk. "Well, OK, maybe I might. Why don't you tell me about the way you blew me off back when you hooked up my power?"

"What? What the fuck are you talkin' about?!" Jeff had clearly worked on Eric's house but he didn't have the first fuckin' clue what he'd done to piss off this crazy faggot fucker. "C'mon, man. I was just doin' my fuckin' job. How the fuck should I remember every goddamn place I've worked at? I don't know you from Adam!"

"Right. Well I've had you in my sights for quite a while." Eric eased down to grip at Jeff's big sturdy thighs and then joggle a palm over the loose cock and balls. "I know you tug at them nuts when you jerk in the shower and that you'll just piss out in the yard if the urge hits you." He ran his palms firmly over the rippling abs, then up to clasp the brawny arms, then back over the solid chest. "I even know how you like to shoot that load on the wife's pretty little face as you fuck her titties with that drippy cock." Eric grasped the thick hairy chest muscles as he watched the lineman flush right down to his heated nips. "But don't worry none; you'll be best buddies with my dick soon enough."

Jeff lay there silent and still for a change with just a slight flinch as Eric flicked at a nub. "OK then, movin' right along, I'm guessin' you need a drink of water by now."

"Yeah, fucker. I'm real thirsty." Jeff winced as Eric slapped the tit he'd been tweaking and reached for the cooler. "You'll learn to ask for things with a lot more respect, boy. Any little thing you want or need is up to me from here on out." The resentful lineman jerked his head away when Eric tried to help him chug the bottle of water. "If you hadn't been such a cocky prick the first time we met then you wouldn't be here now."

"Look, dude. Maybe I was havin' a rough day. I dunno what I done to you." Jeff rattled his chains again as he tried to lift up and see what Eric was getting ready to do. "Hey, whatever it was I'm really fuckin' sorry, alright? Just c'mon, man!"

"It's a bit late for that, wouldn't you say? Maybe next time you'll think twice before being such a damn prick. Oh, wait.. I guess there won't be a next time." Jeff cussed under his breath as Eric grabbed hold of his skittish left foot and entered the combination in the steel-lined leather cuff. "Listen up now, boy. I'm gonna unlock these legs so I can move them for the next part of your training. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

A flag went up as Jeff's leg forcibly jerked away the instant it was free, but Eric figured the hours of tension and abuse had left the captive lineman too wore out for much fight in the time needed to again secure his legs. Then too, Eric was so ready to get at that big furry ass that he missed the vigor in Jeff's pumping and flexing of the sturdy muscular leg. The second lock clicked just at the moment Eric felt the fleshy sole pound his breath away with a solid kick to the chest that shoved him flat across the room.

Eric lay there dazed for a bit, then gradually shifted over to see Jeff had pulled himself up against the headboard, furiously trying to yank his hands free of the cuffs. "Keep away from me you faggot motherfucker! Come near me again and I'll kick your fuckin' teeth in!" Eric decided to make quick work of Jeff's latest rebellion; not least since he was genuinely anxious the enraged lineman might dislocate a shoulder or fracture a wrist.

"I'm tellin' you, back the fuck off, man!" Jeff aimed his powerful leg at Eric's nuts who with a sidestep thrust a prod into Jeff's thigh as it pulled back. His deep shouts echoed in the room as a second jolt surged through Jeff's ribcage and streaks flared in his eyes. Eric grabbed the right calf with both hands and heaved up and over, dragging Jeff back down on the bed and in the same motion yanked the foot to where he could secure it to the headboard. Jeff twisted his half-folded body in one final jab but could merely clip Eric's arm before the fucker swung across the bed to forcibly lock down his other leg.

Eric rolled on his back to catch his breath as Jeff tiredly started twisting and pulling at his new restraints. "Please, man. I'm seriously beggin' you. Please don't do this to me." Eric just lay there taking in that fine meaty ass before reaching out to lightly stroke one furry globe. "I'll give you money, man. OK? I'll give you everything I fuckin' own. Just please don't punk me." Eric chuckled as he finally sat back up.

"I've already spent more than that just to get you here, boy." Eric slapped down hard on one firm butt cheek and then the other. "It's time for me to take charge of this tight hairy asshole." Eric nestled his palm in the sweaty cleft then slapped down once more, this time right on the clenched pucker. "Face it boy, it's what you need. You need someone to tame this hot little hole you've been hiding. Fuck yeah. This tight-ass ring needs to stretch. It needs my big hard dick shoved up inside there to force it open and fill it up."

Jeff bucked up and away as Eric's fingers rubbed firmly around the rim of the ass ring. "I ain't your fuckin' boy

you sick twisted faggot! You won't break me! Faggot! I'll play your fuckin' faggot games but write it down, someday somehow, it'll be me breakin' your fuckin' faggot neck!" Eric hopped off the bed to grab a crop as Jeff heaved and clenched his butt every which way trying to save his hole from the coming assault.

"OK, great then. You know the drill by now. Let's get on with it." Eric snapped the crop right at the tightly sealed pucker. "Who does this hole belong to, boy?" Without pause Eric lashed at the meaty butt cheeks on either side and then aimed again for the quivering ass ring. "Who owns this big beefy ass and this hot tight hole, boy?"

Jeff yelled and raged under the relentless assault on what had been his most private area. "I'm gonna rip your fuckin' eyes out, you damn faggot! This'll be a walk in the park after what I do to you, motherfucker! You faggot motherfucker!!" The rest faded into a blur of cussing and thrashing and shouting while Eric punished that hole he'd worked so hard to possess. Jeff eventually stopped fighting and just fell limp, eyes wet with anger and frustration, ready to give Eric anything to end his torture of the raw agonized ass ring.

Eric was so caught up punishing that hole for every cocky straight prick to ever cross his path that he'd stopped demanding the answers to halt Jeff's ordeal. "Please, man. Ask the questions. Please. Just lemme tell you what you wanna hear." Jeff quietly pleaded with his head turned and eyes closed as Eric snapped open a tube of KY. The lineman gasped his instant relief as Eric's thumb gently rubbed the icy lube against the trembling pucker.

"Who does this hole belong to, boy?"

"It's yours, dude. It's all yours. You do whatever the fuck you want with it. I swear."

Eric's other hand gently stroked the furry butt globes as his thumb continued soothing the tender ring. "Tell me more. Who owns this big beefy ass and this hot tight hole, boy?"

"You do, man. Every bit of 'em. Ain't that what you wanna hear? Just take 'em, alright? Fuckin' do whatever. I can't stop you."

"That's right, you can't." Eric abruptly forced his thumb halfway into the hole, flexing and turning to feel the grip of the snug fleshy ass chute. "So, keep going. Do you mean to say it's entirely up to me now when I want to plug and stretch this hole? That only I can decide what gets shoved up this tight hairy ass from now on?"

"Ungh, fuck!" Jeff calmed himself as Eric started working his thumb in and out. There wasn't much point to setting off this crazy fucker yet again. "Yeah, man. That's fuckin' it. You fuckin' decide from now on. I'm serious. Shove your fuckin' faggot dick up my ass and pound the fuck out of my asshole! C'mon dude, just fuckin' go for it! I won't fight it."

"Well, if you need it that bad.." Eric flashed Jeff a grin and stood to drop his jeans. His leaking dick pulsed and jumped with barely held back intensity. "But don't forget, that's not your asshole anymore. It's my personal fucktoy now." Eric briskly stroked lube on his thick eight-incher, then rubbed even more around the freshly whipped ass ring. "So I'm not doing this cause you need to get dicked, and I mean dicked hard." Jeff's clear blue eyes widened at the shock of Eric's cockhead slowly but firmly pushing into the resistant chute. "I'm doing this cause I want to dump my cum in that tight hairy mancunt."

"Oh god! That fuckin' hurts, dude!" Jeff sucked air in short gasps as the untrained ass ring stretched to its limit. It felt like a fuckin' freight train shoved up inside him. "Goddamn! Fuck! Ease up, man! Please! I'm beggin' you!"

Eric fucked his dick deeper in the warm flexing chute. "We need to tame that ass, boy. My dick's barely gettin' started. Just take it you hairy redneck bitch! Take it in this fuckin' straight hole!" Jeff held his breath as the relentless dick bottomed out and Eric's balls nestled in his damp hairy cleft. The pressure reversed itself as Eric settled into a smooth fuck rhythm. "Take this big dick up that ass. This dick owns you now!"

"You're killin' me, dude! You're fuckin' tearin' me up inside. I can feel it." Jeff groaned with misery but kept still, trying to ease the fuck force of the dick sliding in and out of his chute. Eric gasped at the snug flexing grip of the warm muscular sheath molded around his cock. He felt those powerful legs tighten and shudder with each thrust as his palms slid over the sweaty hams to press Jeff's knees down against that broad hairy chest. Shifting his weight back without a break in his stride, Eric gave one thick pec a slap and then the other, tweaking and rolling the nipples as he switched back and forth. He ran a hand down the tensely ridged abs, as the other shifted to grip a bulky calf and better angle that ass, then finally wrapped his palm around the sticky cockhead he had chastised just a short while ago. "Please man. Please don't."

A tremor wracked Jeff's body as the fullness spread deep in his groin from his punished ass ring to his battered ass chute. An electric jolt seized his racked balls then streaked up the length of his pulsing cockshaft. Except they didn't belong to him anymore, did they? Eric had forced the defiant ass ring open and had shoved apart the straining ass walls. Eric now pumped that unruly cock and would decide when the primed balls could unload. Jeff's strong feet flexed and turned while his thick hands gripped the air with a reflexive grab for Eric's neck even as the voltage built deep in his ass to send another wave surging through his pent-up balls to the hypercharged cockhead.

Eric could sense his boy was riding the edge but he had no intent of allowing Jeff that release. He watched the struggle play itself across Jeff's clenching jaws and his staccato grunts and pressed his cock deep as it would go, then stopped short with a heavy gasping breath. The two sweaty panting men hung there for a heated moment before Eric let go of the throbbing dick and pushed his lips forcefully against Jeff's, just as his own cockhead flared apart and began pumping his load deep inside the stunned lineman. Eric lay there a while, the last of his seed flowing into his boy, forcibly exploring Jeff's mouth, before lifting away from the pulsing cock that thumped its denial against his abs.

Eric's dick slid out and he rolled over on his back to stroke away the last of his orgasm while regaining his breath. His other hand moved to rest against the sticky flinching ass ring as it tried to close back up from the rough invasion. Jeff's entire body shuddered and jerked away from the rapist hand against his aching hole. "I hate you, man." He quietly muttered in a subdued voice. "I fuckin' hate everything about you, you sick twisted cocksucker faggot." Eric simply gave the sore twinging hole one final little smack.

"That's OK," Eric hopped up and walked over to the cart. "What matters is that I take charge of that hot straight hole and get it under control." He rubbed some spit on the slick fidgety pucker and then pressed a thick black plug into the swollen ass ring. "I own that hole now, so it needs to realize that it's not allowed to close unless I want it to close." Jeff bucked and groaned as the hard plastic once again shoved his ass chute apart until the flexed ring snapped tight around the neck of the plug.

"Motherfucker!" the straight lineman quickly gave up trying to push out the thickset plug that now sealed his ass. The entire chute ached and his hole was on fire again so he just tried to let the bruised ass walls relax against this new pressure. He was nearly as pissed off about his hard leaking dick and the fuck need in his heavy balls. He didn't want this deviant faggot to think he was turned on by any part of this.

Eric gripped the sole of one big strong foot as he picked up a thick leather strap from the cart. "It's way past time to set up some rules for you boy, and these cocky feet need some severe punishment for kicking out at me earlier."

"Whap!" The harsh strap landed square across the vulnerable sole catching Jeff entirely unawares. "Motherfucker! Goddamn!"

"Whap!" Eric aimed for the other foot which set the lineman cussing and thrashing once more, the plugged ass bucking about from side to side. "Just like the rest of you, these hot sexy feet belong to me now." Eric flogged both feet again, reddening the wide fleshy soles. "So when they defy me they have to be disciplined." Eric paused to stroke and knead each restless aching foot. "Now shut the fuck up while I tell you how life's gonna be from here on out." Jeff tried to do just that if only to quit giving the asshole faggot the fight he knew Eric really wanted.

"OK boy, listen carefully cause I'm only gonna say this once."

"Whap!"

"Rule #1, you belong exclusively to me now."

"Whap!"

"So you just better get it through that fuckin' head."

"Whap!"

"You're nothin' but my jerktoy, my cumslut, my fuckhole."

"Whap!"

"Rule #2, your every move is at my command."

"Whap!"

"You don't decide a damn thing, you just follow fuckin' orders."

"Whap!"

"I've let you run that smartass mouth only cause it turns me on."

"Whap!"

"So don't think you won't get a beatdown for all that backtalk."

"Whap!"

"Rule #3, this cock and this ass exist only to get me off."

"Whap!"

"I'm gonna stretch and plug these holes whenever I fuckin' want."

"Whap!"

"You don't drain this dick or even flex that ass unless I allow it."

"Whap!"

"And you will never cum again without my express permission."

"Whap!"

"I want these big balls full and heavy with fuck juice."

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"Whap!"

"I want this fat cock hard and dripping with fuck need."

"Whap!"

"But you don't ever shoot that fuckin' load unless I say you do."

"Whap!"

"Rule #4, you'll be punished for the slightest infraction."

"Whap!"

"You take these sexy feet, them hairy tits, and that big ass for granted."

"Whap!"

"Well that's gonna fuckin' change cause they all belong to me now."

"Whap!"

"You have no privacy at all; you don't get to hide a fuckin' thing."

"Whap!"

"I've been watchin' you strut that ass around for months already."

"Whap!"

"Every time you jerked that cock or fucked the wife I was there."

"Whap!"

"And I'll be watchin' you every single second from here on out."

"Whap!"

"Take one step out of line and I'll whip these sexy fuckin' feet."

"Whap!?

"Keep up the cocky attitude and I'll clamp them big hairy tits."

"Whap!"

"I'll be bustin' that beefy ass for each and every little fuckup."

"Whap!"

"So, let's go over it again. I own you now. You do what I want, when I want, and exactly how I fuckin' want it. The only things that matter for you now are what makes my dick hard and how much I wanna use that hot-ass body. And I'm gonna keep you under strict discipline and supervision for the rest of your fuckin' life. You got all that?"

"Whap!"

Eric tossed the strap over on the cart and turned back to Jeff who was doing all he could to stifle his sobs. "Someday, motherfucker. Just remember that. Someday.."

Eric unclasped the chains to let Jeff's legs fall back on the bed. They instantly jerked up rubbing the bruised soles against the thick calves to ease some soreness away. Jeff's big thighs swayed and rolled trying to shift his weight off the butt plug as Eric swung over to straddle Jeff with his hard cock stroking between the two furry pecs.

"I've let you mouth off all day, boy." Eric bent down as he gripped the back of Jeff's head to pull their faces inches away from each other, one flushed tight with pain and anger, the other a sadistic half smile. "It's time to put that fuckin' mouth to its proper use." This time Eric clamped a firm hand over Jeff's goatee before he could talk back. "Just wait before you say anything you'll soon regret."

"I realize you still don?t quite get that this body belongs to me now, so here's the deal." Eric knew this would be risky, Jeff had fought him at every turn, but hey, sometimes you gotta live dangerous! "You're gonna wrap those hot lips around my cock and suck out my load. If you bite me, I'm gonna paddle them fuckin' nuts till you pass out and then whip that goddamn hole to shreds. Are you hearing me?" Jeff slowly nodded, his head clasped in Eric's grip. "Good deal. Remember that, you redneck punk. If you ever

damage me I'll make it twice as bad for you, so when you suck my dick you suck it like it's your own, back when you owned a dick that got sucked. Now let's fuckin' do this!"

Eric startled Jeff with a quick kiss before pulling back to press his cock against the soft resistant lips. "C'mon, get on that fuckin' dick!" Eric's cock was soon gliding across Jeff's tongue and prodding at his throat. He pulled back as the lineman violently gagged and choked around his dickmeat; Eric settled into a short winding rhythm, more of a headjob than a blowjob, but that was just fine by him. He began to stroke Jeff's cock back to full hardness while he let the lineman get a feel for how to nurse on his leaking dick.

"Yeah, that's it baby! That mouth was made for cock. Suck on that damn dick!" Jeff was gonna need lots of practice, and Eric would make sure he got that and more, but for now it was great just to see the lineman's scruffy face trying to gag down on Eric's thick cock. "You made this happen, you fuckin' prick tease. You made my dick this hard. It's hard for you. So, suck on it bitch. That's right, boy! Suck the cum out of it!" Eric held Jeff's head down on his dick and kept firmly stroking the length of Jeff's throbbing cockshaft.

"Here it comes, boy! That's why you're fuckin' here." Eric was getting close. Jeff's mouth filled with the bitter tang of precum as he tried to breath around the cockmeat. "My dick picked you out, so you belong to my dick now. Your purpose in life is to make my dick happy." Jeff barely took it all in as he felt his own load rushing to the edge. Eric's hand abruptly pulled away, the unsated cock again left pumping right on the verge. Eric froze and shuddered just inside Jeff's mouth, gripping Jeff's head with both hands as his second load of the day flooded across Jeff's tongue to hit his throat and spill from his lips. "Take it, you straight redneck fucker! Take my load, bitch! My dick owns you now!"

Eric let his spent dick flip from Jeff's mouth and dropped his weight back on Jeff?s midsection

where he felt the wetness of the pulsing cock held captive beneath his own. Levering off the bed, he gave the sticky cock a quick tug, then ran his palm over the sweaty sheen of Jeff's fur, then lightly slapped one heaving pec. With a casual grin Eric reached between Jeff's thick legs to slowly work the ass plug around while gently rubbing at a sensitive nipple. "Was it good for you too, baby?"

Eric whistled as he began to put his tools away with Jeff cussing and panting on the bed. "OK, boy. We got a lot left to cover. Let's get you clean and fed so you can just focus on how things work from here on out." Eric sensed that Jeff wanted to say something as he lay there, flushed and sweaty, gulping and coughing to clear his throat. It wasn't like his little studman to hold back, so Eric finally walked over to give his fidgety resentful toy an inquiring look. "What's the deal, boy?"

Jeff licked his lips and glared up at Eric with his typical pissed-off expression, flexed his guns, and gave the cuffs a mighty yank. "Fuck!" His head dropped back down and he closed his eyes and gave the chains another tug. "Godamnit, fuck!" Eric had just about turned away when the lineman lifted his handsome mug with an intense anxious look.

"Hey, c'mon, man! Will you at least let me cum?"

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