When The Man returned from work the boys were at play, David thrusting deeply and powerfully into Sasha's perfect round bubble butt, enjoying the sight of his lover's sore ass. He had been whipping it again, and he could see the blonde 20-something who was currently arched and getting thoroughly fucked by his other 20-something lover had been crying, and moaning, and trying to resist. Sasha's wrists were tightly cuffed, and the cuffs were attached to a chain connected to a winch.
It was not hard to see what had happened: the second Sasha had crossed the door, judging by the dimmed lights and pulled curtains, David had been ambushing him and swiftly cuffing his wrists. Once caught, it was easy for the boy to activate the winch and get Sasha right where he wanted him, bent over on the table. There, Sasha could not get off, and had to arch to stay standing. He could not free himself (and even if he could, he knew the rules of the game, and accepted his punishment for having lost it). After he had pulled down his pants, gagged him, and even provided him with a soft pillow to rest his belly on, David had begun playing with him. A quick calculation led The Man to the conclusion that they had been at play for at least two and a half hours. David had endurance, he liked that about him. Sasha didn't, but David didn't mind: he always liked putting just a little reluctance into his games. And he was not the one ending most days cuffed and banged anyway.
A year before, it had only been Sasha and The Man. The Man was his university professor: he was a fat man, not obese, but with quite the belly, and a bushy black beard which he trimmed carefully. His blue eyes were fascinating, cold and calculating, very clever, and sometimes students felt his gaze only was somewhat scanning under their clothes, stripping them. In Sasha's case, that was completely true. The Man, who was in his forties, liked to dominate younger men. And he was gifted with a body for it: a few years earlier, a student had had to go to the emergency room after he had given head to a particularly well-endowed man. The story had caused a few laughs, and The Man had never revealed that he was the one with the student that night. He covered most of the medical expanses, and the student got exceptionally good grades that year, and that was that.
Sasha was a pearl, not only because he could take The Man's huge cock in many places and not flinch, but because on all accounts he was exceptionally pretty: almost hairless, an ass to die for, long blonde curls and a very pale, soft, warm skin, deep black eyes and legs that went on forever. Most girls and some guys on the campus would have killed to date him. But he had been The Man's ever since the latter had seduced him a few weeks after they first met. He was barely 20 then. The Man didn't mind that so many girls were running after his protégé: he took a form of sadistic pleasure knowing that, while they cried alone over him refusing to go on dates, or dances, or formals, with them, he, The Man, had him in his bed, offering his soft, warm, perfect ass for him to fill with semen, and that he had barely tried getting this boy to fall for him. Sasha was, behind his good grades and pretty boy's look, a real huge bitch.
"- You have a beautiful mind, The Man had told him a few weeks into their affair, for two reasons: first, you can solve very complex equations in the blink of an eye. Second, you always seem to know when you should drop on your knees and give me a blowjob."
Sasha, who was not solving equations at that particular moment, did not answer.
"- You like that, uh, my little slut boy? David was moaning, covering Sasha's own muffled moans. He slapped his ass. You like when I fuck you like a little bitch? Your ass is soooo mine forever...
