Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

"What have we become, Cole?" I asked, beyond frustration. Not at all comfortable, at least at this moment, of where Temple had taken our relationship after ten years.

"You didn't say no to it," he retorted.

"When have I ever said no? When have you ever shown the least regard for what I think or want? Do you realize I've been with you for ten years now and you've never let me out of the bedroom to meet any of your friends?"

"You couldn't hold your own with any of my friends," Cole spat out. "They would make mincemeat of you. They had razors for tongues; I've protected you from them. You are fulfilling the role you can handle. I would toss you out otherwise."

He was standing beside the bed, nude. The young black man who had been in bed with us and who I'd just sucked off as Cole fucked me missionary style at the side of the bed, rolled off the other side of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

We had come a long way in our sexual activity since the early years.

"Toss me out? Just like that? Like I meant nothing to you? Like I haven't given up everything to cater to your every need?"

"You're getting what you want, what you need."

"I don't think so," I answered, angrily. I started to rise from the bed, but he pushed me back down with a fist to my sternum.

"This is what you're good for. This is what you stay here for," he retorted, wagging his cock at me. "Here, suck this. You want to." Grabbing a fistful of hair he jerked my head forward to his groin.

Sobbing, I opened my mouth to his cock and took as much as it in as I could, gagging, as he released my hair only to grab my head between his hands and face fuck me.

"Here, up on the bed," he commanded, as he pulled out of my mouth and scrambled up on the bed onto his back. Pulling at me, he demanded, "You want my cock. Ride it. Fuck yourself."

Still sobbing, I dutifully threw a leg over his hip, positioned the head of his cock on my entrance, descended on the shaft, and started rising and falling on the thick, long cock that I couldn't get enough of.

The black man padded back out of the bathroom.

"You want Nate's cock too, don't you? Be honest. Tell me. You live for the cocks."

"Yes, yes, I want Nate's cock too," I answered, with a sob. And I did. I'd just passed thirty and nothing had become of my life other than serving Cole Temple's needs. And I'd done it all for his cock. I wasn't getting any younger. He seemed suspended in time. He'd started bringing more young men home—and then had moved to bringing them into bed with me, moving from them fucking me in sequence to sharing my ass passage. How soon would it be before he pushed me out his bed, and his apartment, and his life? And I'd given the entire ten years to him, my chance at a singing career—any career—had been choked off in the first night he'd brought me home.

How much longer would he keep me in his home?

"You want us both together, Nate and me, don't you?"

"Yes," I answered, fearful of what would happen the first time I said no. And this wasn't the first time in the last year I'd said yes to two cocks at once.

"Nate, catch," Cole commanded, as the well-muscled and hung black man came up behind me and straddled Cole's legs. What Nate caught was a condom packet. In the years since Temple had first fucked me, we'd come face to face with the threat of AIDS. Unwilling to declare monogamy when I was willing to, he bowed to the needs for protection, although neither of us were pleased with the loss of the feel of barebacking. Nate had fucked me earlier in the night, as Cole watched and beat his own meat. Increasingly, Cole had wanted variety and had wanted me to participate—and to provide him entertainment.

I cried out as the black cock started working its way inside me above Temple's already-buried staff. Nate wrapped his brown arms around my chest and his lips went to the hollow of my neck.

"Such a sweet, tight hole," he murmured, which took me back years to what Phil Gauteau had said about my channel's reception of his black cock.

"Oh, God, oh shit," I muttered, shuddering at the invasion of the second cock, but managing it. "Fuck me, fuck me." How much longer would any man want to fill me like this? How could I deny that I wanted this as long as possible. I couldn't. "Fuck me hard, both of you," I muttered, with a moan. "Yes, fuck me, YOU STUDS!"

Temple laughed. "Yes, you want it. It's what you're here for," as, moaning, I began to rise and fall on the two buried cocks.

"Yes, shit, work me, work my ass!" Someday I would have to do without. But not today.

* * * *

"So, here you are at last, Mike."

I felt arms going around me in the shadow of the wings of an auditorium stage. Cole Temple was on stage, sitting in a wing-back chair, and conversing with a microphone with another political pundit on the implications of the recent national elections. The auditorium was nearly full. People always came out to hear Temple. He was known to be not only scathing and controversial in his pronouncements but on the mark as well.

"Zane," I exclaimed, turning my face back to the man who was standing close behind me. "My God, I haven't seen you in years."

"Not since you disappeared from the face of the earth," Zane said. "Although I and others knew where you were—that you were being held prisoner in Cole Temple's apartment."

"Hardly a prisoner," I answered.

"What would you call it? One day you were the toast of the town as a singer for the Phil Gauteau Band, and the next day you were gone, only to be found in Temple's bed. Nate Jackson tells me that he and Cole fucked you together. I might add that one day you were rooming with me and the next day you were gone."

"I'm sorry. Events took over."

"What happened to your life, Mike? Is Temple's cock worth giving up everything for?"

"It was my choice," I said, defensively.

"Was it? Was it really, Mike? I know Temple. I know it's all about him and he has the power over people to make it all about him."

"It's a good cock," I answered, trying for flippant. "Even after ten years. It's a great cock. it's the greatest. His cock is legendary. They've made a dildo from it."

"And I think more men have ridden the real one than the rubber one," Zane shot back. He calmed down immediately, though and spoke in a softer voice, "I've missed you, Mike."

"Have you really? Your career really took off. I thought you were in Hollywood now."

"I am, but I'm in town for a premier. I'm footloose tonight, though, and I have a hotel room nearby. How about a toss in the sheets for old time's sake?"

"I can't. Cole will need me after he's finished with this program."

"Do you really think so? I bet it doesn't matter to him a jot that you're here. He's preening for the public. Just look at him out there, in his element. I heard him propositioning a stage hand before he went onstage. Are the two of them going to fuck you together tonight?"

I just grunted in answer. I wondered which stage hand he meant. There were hunky ones and there were some not so presentable. Some were thuggish. I couldn't help but shudder at the prospect.

"I bet you could come away with me and he won't even know you're gone," Zane continued. "Does anyone else fuck you now, Mike? I know you need regular attention."

"Yes, of course."

"Anyone else beside who Temple brings to bed? I know that he's become increasingly jaded over the years. Anyone you've chosen for yourself?"

I couldn't answer that in the affirmative. "I'll need to be here when he's finished with the program," I said. But there was a catch to my voice. Zane was running his hands over my body in the shadow of the stage wings. He was clutching my cock through the thin material of my trousers.

"You're hard. You're hard for me, Mike."

I actually was hard for the image he'd brought up of a stage hand coming home with us, but I didn't say that. I let Zane continue his silky seduction. It seemed important to him, and it had been years since a man had tried to seduce me. I could be hard for him, so it wasn't really wrong.

"I bet we can go back to my hotel room and Temple won't even know you were missing."

"Of course he will." I was panting lightly, though. I couldn't hide the pull of my former lover now that he was rubbing my cock through my trouser material, and my mind went to that "foot long" cock of his, which I could feel hardening at the small of my back.

"You can't win the bet without testing it," Zane whispered in my ear. "Remember how fast I can make you come. You will come to my hotel with me, now."

Well, when he put it as a command . . .