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"Sorry I did that, Diesel," said Greg through heaving breaths, "but I was starting to choke and couldn't get your attention."

Greg felt the hard sting of a slap on the side of his face and before he could figure it out, he felt another on the other side of his face. Two hands then clamped one on either side of his head, above his ears.

"Nobody ever uses teeth on the hog!" shouted Diesel is a voice so loud, Greg momentarily forgot the sting of the slaps. Diesel was staring at Greg, his head literally quivering in anger.

"Diesel...calm down. I was scared...I couldn't breathe...and I couldn't get your attention. I think maybe it would be better if you untied me...now," said Greg.

"Untie you...now? Is that an order, Doctor Thompson?" asked Diesel with a genuine snarl in his voice.

"Actually, Diesel, yes...it is an order. Untie me," said Greg, looking at Diesel.

"Oh, that's right. This is the point where I'm supposed to listen to what you tell me to do. What was it? 'You'll do everything I tell you to do', was that it, Doctor...was that what you said to me a few hours ago?" asked Diesel, his lips curled menacingly. Greg stared, speechless.

"Cat got your tongue, Doc? Hope not...cause I'm gonna be having you use it plenty tonight."

"Diesel...I don't understand...what are you talking about?" asked Greg, genuinely scared. He had to find a way out of this.

"I'm talkin' about all that shit you said and did while you thought I was hypnotized. Yeah, 'thought', that's the word I used. You're nothin' but a pathetic piece of shit. So hot for me, you didn't care that you were supposed to be doin' a job. Ya know...I'm a high school kid who needs help," said Diesel sarcastically. "Well, you had your fun with me, now I'm gonna have my fun with you. Don't worry no permanent damage. And every once in a while, you're actually gonna feel good. But most of the time, you're gonna be nothin' but my cum container. Got that? I said, got that?" asked Diesel as he accompanied the second 'got that' with another slap to Greg's face.

"No, Diesel, I don't. You'd better let me up now or you may do something that will have severe consequences to your permanent record."

Diesel laughed. "Permanent record? You think I give a flying fuck about my permanent record? It's your permanent record we're lookin' at here, buddy boy. I got just about all our sessions on tape. That gym bag holds lots of stuff. I could let you decide if I should give them to the school board or directly to one or two Dallas papers so they could hear every word and grunt. Huh? What do you think that would do to your permanent record? Now just shut the fuck up. I'm really tired of playing all the games I did to get you to this point. You're gonna do what I say when I say. You're my cumrag, you're my pussyboy, you're my toilet, you're my toy. Now, I'll ask again, got that?" This whole time, Diesel was on his knees, slowly dragging the tip of his dick in a circle underneath Greg's chin, along his cheek, across an eye, over the nose, and down again.

Diesel took his dick in his hand and slapped the side of Greg's head with it, "I didn't quite hear that, Doc. What did you say?"

"Yes, I got it. But please, Diesel...." Greg was cut off with the hardest slap yet to his face.

"You didn't understand the 'shut the fuck up' part?"

Greg slowly nodded his head, his opened eyes wide with fear. Diesel smiled in return, noting the red finger marks his last slap made on Greg's cheek.

"Okay, now I want you to get a good look at the hog. He goes where he wants to go and does what he wants to do. I show him a lot of respect and I expect you to do the same. Got it?" Diesel held his cock in his hand waving it above Greg's face. Greg nodded.

"Now before we begin, kiss it. Kiss it right here," Diesel pointed to a spot on his dick that was slightly discolored...a purple/yellow color...the probable remnants of a bruise. Greg pursed his lips and Diesel pressed the flesh against Greg's mouth.

"Oh...and the bruise? I bet you're wondering about that. That from Danny's chewin'? I wonder. Now did I make up the whole story about me and Danny or did it happen? You know what Doc? I really can't seem to remember. It's kinda foggy for me. But how else could that bruise have gotten there?" Diesel began rubbing the length of his dick around Greg's face.

"Maybe me and Mr. Peters do stuff that would cause a bruise. Remember...he pays me a lot to do stuff. Or maybe it was somebody else chewin' on my stalk. Maybe some hot to trot cop, marine, jock, or maybe it was some kind of doctor. Maybe I even bruised it slamming it around while dancin' naked for a bunch a fags in a bar. Maybe you can bruise it another way. Maybe you can bruise it usin' to teach a lesson. What do you think, Doc?" asked Diesel as he started slapping Greg's face with his cock. The slaps came quicker and harder. Greg shut his eyes. It was starting to hurt. It finally stopped and Greg opened his eyes to see a panting Diesel staring down at him.

"You know what, Doc. I can tell ya, it would hurt you more if it was hard. You're lucky. Now, back to taking care of the hog." Diesel squatted back down and put the tip of his dick at Greg's lips. "Oh, I almost forgot. The hog feels any teeth...at any point...and there will be some permanent damage. Open up, pretty boy. The probe needs to do further research on the soil."

Greg surrendered to the teen and parted his lips. Diesel shoved forward jamming his cockhead into Greg's mouth. He reached down and caressed the side of Greg's face, "That's a boy." He shoved more in...and more...and more. Greg's face turned red and he choked. Diesel pulled back, not to solve the choking, but because he wanted to start the old in and out motion that would soon have his rocket, rock hard. He jammed his dick in again...out...in...out...in. No matter how hard he pushed, less than a third of his dick would enter the wet cavern. Tears streamed out of Greg's eyes uncontrollably as he continued to choke.

"I got the wrong angle, buddy, gotta change so the hog can finish his mission," said Diesel as he pulled his dick out of Greg's mouth and stayed above Greg for a moment, his half hard dick swaying left and right as Greg coughed up phlegm, splattering much of it on the hog. Diesel quickly flipped himself and scooted back so he could enter Greg's mouth from above. He knew from experience that aiming his dick down the same angle as his worshipper's throat would allow more penetration.

"Now when I go in, I want you to be lookin' at my fine ass. It's gonna stay covered in leather. You're not worthy enough to see it in the flesh, but you can dream all you want while you watch it flex as I pump in and out of your mouth. Got it, pussy boy?"

"Yes," whispered Greg.

Diesel reached between his legs, his knees pinning the already tied down arms of Greg to the bed, and guided his cock into Greg's mouth that opened on cue.

"Sweet Jesus!" claimed Diesel when on his first thrust, got half his dick into Greg's throat. He felt the muscles closed at the back of Greg's throat and pushed against them. "Open up, fuckbreath, open up." Diesel pulled out and shoved in again. He started pile driving into Greg's face. Greg couldn't breathe and his body shook as he choked. Diesel pulled out and looked down between his legs. The sight got him really hot. His fat dick hung above Greg's face, dripping Greg's juices from the tip of his prick back onto Greg's neck, while Greg coughed and sprayed phlegm outward, again, some splattering onto the teen's battering ram. All Diesel saw was more lubrication that would make his journey to paradise smoother. He jammed the hog back in the hot wet cave. This time well over half got inside.

Though thinking he could die at any moment, Greg couldn't help remembering Diesel's words about his ass. Most of the time, Greg focused on trying to breathe, but he also took the time to look at Diesel's ass cheeks as the muscle teen slammed into his mouth over and over. And with all the pain, part of Greg's brain registered the draw of seeing those leather covered cheeks pucker in and out as the dick in front of them plowed in and out of his mouth.

Three more times during his jackrabbit fucking of Greg's mouth, Diesel pulled out and watched the combined spit and precum drip back onto Greg, while Greg struggled to get his breathing back. After about 20 minutes, Diesel was ready to drop a load. He didn't know if Greg was conscious or not - he didn't really care. He just wanted to spray his sperm into Greg's stomach - and he did - braying like a bull with each pump of fluid. As soon as he recovered, Diesel flipped around again, this time sitting on Greg's thighs facing him. Greg's head was rocking sideways, as his coughing fit gradually subsided. A mixture of his own spit and Diesel's cum ran down his face from each corner of his mouth.

"That was fun, wasn't it, Doc?" asked Diesel as he started playing with Greg's flaccid cock, "let's see what other fun we can have." Diesel grabbed both pillows that had fallen onto the floor during his athletic face fuck and shoved them roughly underneath the strapped down therapist at the base of his spine, stretching his tied down arms and legs. This also caused his pelvis, cock and balls to bulge upward on display. Diesel kept up the fondling of Greg's dick.

Greg was certainly not comfortable with the leather straps pulling at both wrists and ankles. The pillows forcing his pelvis forward were not painful, just awkward feeling.

Diesel positioned himself at the end of the bed, squatted between Greg's spread legs. He was half hard and his dick swayed menacingly. He put a paw on either of Greg's thighs, said, "Look at me, you cumrag," squatted a bit more and forced his dickhead into Greg's un-lubricated asshole. Greg howled in pain and he pulled away as hard as he could - which wasn't far.

"What's the matter, Doc? Did I take advantage of our therapist/client relationship just now? Wondering what's coming next? Will I go balls to the wall?" Diesel asked with a smile. His hands travelled up and down Greg's thighs. In spite of the fear racing through his body, Greg was hard.

"No, Doc, I'm not gonna do that...just yet. I'm not the kind of asshole who takes advantages inappropriately," said Diesel as he pulled his dickhead out of Greg's ass. Greg was surprised that the first thing his brain focused on was the feeling of emptiness in his ass. Diesel knelt so that his lower legs were spread across each of Greg's thighs and reached for Greg's hard cock.

"It's time you got to feel some good. That OK with you, Doc?"

"Yes...Diesel," Greg replied tentatively. Diesel moved forward a bit and made sure his dick and balls pressed into the pillows propping up Greg, and his pelvis pressed just underneath Greg's balls. With one hand he pumped Greg's dick up and down, while the other one roamed over his own torso.

"C'mon, Greg, it won't take you long. Shoot your load...on me...on this," said Diesel as his fingertips ran up and down his abs. "Shoot a load of frosting all over this Diesel cake in front of you. Gimme a thick creamy layer of frosting."

Greg couldn't take his eyes off of Diesel's hand that was roaming around his body. Watching Diesel caress his own muscles was getting Greg to his climax faster than he'd ever travelled to one. He suddenly stiffened and splattered his frosting over the front of Diesel.

“Oh, yeah, that must have felt real good, Doc. Your face was something to see while you were squirtin' your load. And look...you did just like I told you. Look at your cum all over my abs. Mmmmmmm, it feels so warm on my skin." Diesel let go of Greg's dick and moved both his hands gently around his own skin, spreading the cum a bit. Then he started scooping it up off his skin as best he could and moved back slightly.

"Nothing like a steamy load of cum as lubrication," said Diesel as he began coating his dick with Greg's cum. "Look, that's your spunk all over the hog," said Diesel as he held his staff up with one hand for Greg to see, and moved his other cum covered hand to Greg's ass crack, giving it a good coating.

"Diesel, wait, I thought you said you weren't one to take advantage. You're not going to fuck me, are you?" asked Greg nervously.

"I'm not taking advantage. You got off, didn't you? Fair is fair. And remember, I could have fucked you dry. The hog wouldn't have cared much. But I wanted to show you a little mercy." Greg's eyes squeezed shut as Diesel once again forced the head of his dick in.

"Okay, Doc, your turn. Help me in. I can shove it in on my own, but I don't think you'd like that. You help me, and we can go slow and let things move out of the hog's way. Relax. Let us in, Doc, we'll take you for a ride you won't forget."

Greg relaxed his ass muscles and saw stars as his ass was slowly invaded by the giant redwood. He'd never felt this full of a feeling in his life. Diesel started moving in and out of the steamy hot tunnel of flesh. He took Greg's cock in one hand and started jacking it all over again, using his other hand to rub hiw own chest.

"Doc! Look at me. I'm fucking you good. How does it feel? Look at this body that's connected to the dick that's taking you on a balloon ride to where there's no oxygen," said Diesel as he pumped at his therapist's ass. "C'mon, Doc, let's cum again. I know you can do it. Focus on my body. Look at this muscle boy who's so hot for you, he'd like to fuck you for days without stopping."

Greg hardened with Diesel's encouragement. He really was amazed at the muscles on this kid. If only he could touch them...lick them...he'd shoot off in a New York minute. By now, Diesel's body was not just covered with sweat; it was rolling off him like a waterfall. Greg kept staring at Diesel, impressed that he could fuck so long and keep up a constant stream of dirty talk.

"Doc, I need you to drop another load. You gotta fire off another one," said Diesel as he yanked harder and harder on Greg's dick. Diesel just wanted to milk Greg - wanted to teach him a lesson. He was counting on the fact that Greg's lust for Diesel would be stronger than anything else. Diesel started rotating his hips slightly as he moved in and out. It had the double effect on Greg of the hog venturing into some unexplored territory and the sight of Diesel's sensual movements put Greg over the edge. It wasn't as powerful a shoot as his first load of course and the majority of it ended up spread around Diesel's fist that coaxed the load out.

"Good job, buddy!" said Diesel as he let go of Greg's cock, lifted his hand in the air and flicked the sperm juices onto Greg's body. "And the hog really likes it when he's inside some guy's shit chute and the guy cums. You know the way your ass muscles squeeze when you cum? Yeah, the hog really likes getting those love squeezes," said Diesel as he continued fucking Greg. By this time, Diesel had no trouble getting his entire dick inside Greg's ass. He was relishing the feeling because it wasn't often a guy could take all of him.

"Okay, Doc, we're gonna go for another one," said Diesel as he grabbed Greg's softening cock is one of his paws.

"No, Diesel, please...I can't," whispered a very tired and sweaty Greg.

"No can do, Senor Thompson, three is the magic number. We have to hit it. You can do it, little man. You can squeeze out another load. Look, you're already getting hard again," Diesel said with a big smile.

Greg knew that it was just biology and physics at work, it wasn't his choice. This amazingly hot kid talking dirty, fucking him with a quarterstaff, playing with his dick, and putting himself on display was something Greg's sexual urges couldn't ignore.

"And besides, the hog wants those love squeezes again. It's really hard to say no to the hog when he's on a mission. Know what I mean, Doc?" By this time, Greg was hard again...and it hurt. But Greg couldn't help staring at the mass of muscles, drenched in sweat, in front of him, and that meant he couldn't help from getting and staying hard.

"Tell ya what. We're a partnership and I should contribute something," said Diesel as he let go of Greg's dick, reached up with both hands, pulled the singlet's leather shoulder straps off, and pulled the singlet way down on either side so that the only part of his body left covered with it were his legs. He took hold of Greg's dick again and reached around back of himself with his other hand.

"Can you see that long mirror on the back of you bedroom door? Go ahead, stretch a bit to the side and see if you can."

Greg leaned as far to his right as the leather straps and pillows jammed under his back would allow and was able to see the full length mirror on the partially open bedroom door; it was not a comfortable position. His eyes widened.

"Yeah...you can see it, can't you? That's my ass - in the flesh. Nice hard big teen ass...isn't it? Don't you wish that was your hand rubbing it?" Diesel was really enjoying teasing Greg. He kept up a steady rhythm of masturbating Greg's tool with his other hand.

"Watch this," said Diesel as he started rubbing his free hand up and down his ass crack. The skin was quite wet, sweat having collected there while encased under the red leather. "Oh, does that feel good...." Diesel could feel Greg's dick pulsing as he rubbed its length. It was working--time for the next level.

"Ohhhhh, God!" came out of Greg's mouth as he watched Diesel shove his index finger up his own ass. He glanced at Diesel's face and saw the teen's eyes shut tightly and then stretched back to the mirror so he wouldn't miss anything. The finger was going in and out. Greg's breathing became rapid. Diesel pulled his finger out of his ass, brought it up to his nose, took a long smell, and leaned forward stretching his hand toward Greg's face. Greg was panting. Diesel kept his eyes on Greg's face, smiling, continuing the dick jacking.

"Cum!" ordered Diesel as he shoved the finger into Greg's mouth. With a gurgled scream, neck veins bulging, Greg pumped out his third load in less than an hour. It wasn't much, and he whimpered feeling the few last dry pumps of his orgasm.

He was exhausted and had never cum so much in so short a time. There was that one time when he was 15 in the Boy Scout survival camp with Aaron, a skinny kid but with a huge dick. They were in two-man tents. Greg woke to find Aaron had kicked off his unzipped sleeping bag and was having a wet dream - moaning, kicking his legs slowly, and his dick pointing toward his chin. They were so close to each other. Greg got hard at 15 if his dick felt a breeze. This time he was boned immediately and started pumping his shaft. He stared at Aaron's rigid cock, watching it throb and drip precum. Greg shot a load into a spare sock inside his sleeping bag. Then for some reason, Aaron turned his head toward Greg, still sound asleep, and directed his pantings and moanings directly at Greg's face. Greg just kept rubbing his joint. Aaron's moans turned to a hiss. His legs started pumping furiously. Greg just stared at the huge cock, saw Aaron's balls shoot upward and then watched cum spray out of that big dick like there was no tomorrow. Greg was beating his dick furiously, noticed that the majority of Aaron's load landed on the ground between them but a slice of thick white cum had landed on Aaron's cheek. Greg watched it slowly trickle down...as it slipped into Aaron's open mouth, Greg shot his second load into the sock.

But that was just twice. Here he'd just climaxed three times in a row and had been fucked raw by what felt like a steel pipe. He just wanted to pass out.

"Wow! That must have felt awesome, huh, Doc?" said Diesel as he climbed off the bed, pulled the singlet completely off and threw it on a chair. He walked up to the side of the bed standing near one of Greg's outstretched arms. He lifted his resting cock and flopped it onto Greg's lower arm and began sliding it back and forth.

"I lied Doc. The magic number is four. You're not gonna disappoint me and the hog now, are you?" he asked with a smile as he continued to slide his dick, now up and down the entire length of Greg's arm, stopping short of his hand and poking his armpit with his cock tip each time he got to that end.

"Diesel...I can't...I really can't...please...don't make me...."

"It's just a case of mind over matter. Here, I'll help you even more this time," said Diesel as he really surprised Greg by climbing on top of him. Greg was revived a bit as he felt the muscle boy's body make contact with his. Among all the sweat and cum on them, there was no need to think about any kind of lubrication needed between them. Diesel pressed his body on top of Greg's, legs on legs, cock on cock, and Diesel's massive arms stretched along Greg's. Diesel hands grasped Greg's. He started pressing his pelvis into Greg's, whispering all sorts of filthy words into Greg's ear, getting Greg hard as he rotated his pelvis against Greg's.

Greg figured he was about to die from sexual exhaustion and gave into it. He was becoming delusional with the stimulation he was feeling all over. What he really wanted to do was feel Diesel's body with his hands. He wanted to rub his hands all over this teenager. He wanted to feel all those muscles working and shifting.

Diesel just wanted to see if he could get a fourth load out of this guy. He was determined to get it. Without realizing how much he was in sync with Greg, he thought that maybe if he untied Greg's arms, that would put him over the edge. He reached up and quickly yanked at the leather straps at Greg's wrists. (Little did Greg know, Diesel had used a knot that he could have easily gotten out of by pulling on either end of the knot.)

"Go for it, faggot!" whispered Diesel into Greg's ear when he untied him. Greg's brain registered that his arms were suddenly free. Nearly delirious with exhaustion and sexual frenzy, Greg was running on instinct. That instinct told him that he was near a climax. He was hurting, but he was ready to fire. His hands shot forward, each grabbing one of Diesel's ass cheeks, feeling them dimple with each press Diesel gave into Greg's crotch.

"Juice me up, Doc, squeeze my ass and shoot your fuckin' load!"

"Aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!" came the ragged reply from Greg as his muscles flexed painfully, a drop or two of cum were forced out of his dick. His hands slid off Diesel's hard glutes, and he passed out.

Diesel jumped off the bed, walked over to Greg's computer and typed on the screen:

Greg: Thanks. You're a hell of a fuck. Hope there are no hard feelings. I'll be back tomorrow night, wearing something I think you'll like. I'll bring something for you to wear too. What do you like? Denim? Leather? Latex? Nylon? Cotton? Metal? You look kind of like a latex guy. We'll see. Maybe I'll let you fuck me - think about it. D.

Diesel picked up his red leather singlet and walked out of the bedroom. "Night's still young - maybe I'll go to the bar and dance a bit. This leather outfit should get me some nice tips...oh yeah," Diesel thought as he put on his sweat clothes and walked out the door.

NOTE: I wanted to thank those of you who have given me feedback on my Diesel stories so far. I appreciate your telling me the parts of the stories that you like. Please feel free to give me suggestions for situations that Diesel could find himself in. Tell me things you'd like to see happen. Allen at tutus69@hotmail.com