“Better than his dick digging into your thigh.”
Bruiser laughed. “Straight up. All right, let’s get you up here. Just tuck that thing out of the way, sort of. Like down there,” he said as he jiggled Alfie around on his lap, “where it’s not trying to dig a hole in my leg. Yeah, okay. That’ll work.”
Alfie was now ass up over Bruiser’s left knee with his cage dangling futilely between Bruiser’s legs. He’d enjoyed being spanked by Coach, at least at first, but a good part of that enjoyment had come from the way his dick had been rubbing against Coach’s thighs. He wasn’t going to be able to rub anything in this position. Bruiser’s dick would be doing just fine though because Bruiser had taken it out of his sweats and tilted it down and under Alfie’s body so it was jammed up against Alfie’s stomach. Bruiser was already hard, as if just thinking about administering a spanking got him that way and, from the feel of it, his cock was on the large side, much as Alfie had expected.
“That’s a damn fine ass,” Bruiser said appreciatively, though he was talking to Max, not Alfie.
“Well, if you’d hurry up, I could fuck it. What do I care how it looks?”
“It’s going to look red when I’m done with it.”
“I don’t care about that either,” Max said dismissively. “I close my eyes anyway. Easier to imagine it’s a chick’s ass that way.”
“Yeah, well, you’ll be missing out because I’m going to make a work of art out of this ass.”
“So do it already.”
And then Bruiser did. Without any warning at all, he slapped his meaty paw down on Alfie’s unprotected ass. The smack stung, and the sound was something awful. Bruiser’s palm was so big, and his arm was so strong, and Alfie was so wholly unprepared, even though he’d been spanked that one time before. But Coach had warmed him up first, and Bruiser had started at full strength.
Bruiser wasn’t quick about it though. He was enjoying himself too much. He would lay down maybe four or five sharp swats with the fire in Alfie’s ass building until he didn’t think he could take it anymore, then stop for a minute, using the time to pinch the tender flesh at the top of Alfie’s thighs and make comments about the way his handprints lingered or what color Alfie’s ass was, comments which Max ignored.
Then he would start up again. And though his initial swats had been only slightly harder than Coach’s final swats, each set was harder than the previous one. If Bruiser had continued straight through, Alfie would have collapsed into incoherent sobs almost immediately, but the breaks gave him just enough time to recover before it all started up again.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Bruiser said during one of his breaks. “Been too long since I turned an ass purple.” He rutted his cock back and forth against Alfie’s stomach as he stroked the globes of Alfie’s aching ass. Whether Bruiser was or was not gay, he sure didn’t mind touching another guy’s ass. But Alfie’s dick hung sadly untouched—and untouchable—in its metal isolation.
He was so fucking horny. For some reason it was even hotter being spanked by Bruiser than it had been being spanked by Coach. Something about the cage or the way Bruiser was rutting against him or maybe it was the breaks, which were intimate, almost sweet. Alfie didn’t want the spanking to end.
But then Max said, “Come on, already,” and Bruiser got down to business. Break time was over. Now it was go-time, slap after slap after slap, harsher and harsher, until Bruiser was breathing hard and Alfie was crying and begging and squirming. Then Bruiser stiffened and Alfie felt the hot burst of Bruiser’s sperm jet against his stomach.
Chapter 6
“Fuckin’ A,” Bruiser said. “That’s what I’m talking about.” He gave Alfie a push that sent him to the floor.
“Are you done with him yet?” Max asked.
“More than done.” Bruiser flexed his hand, which couldn’t possibly hurt as much as Alfie’s ass.
Alfie climbed to his feet. He reached for his pants, which were around his ankles, but Max said, “Don’t bother. I’m looking to get in there, remember?”
Alfie nodded. He remembered. He’d bought condoms and everything. He felt a little woozy though. Spankings did that to him, like all his blood left his brain to migrate to his ass. The blood certainly wasn’t in his dick, which hung limp and encased, right out there for everyone to see.
“So get over here,” Max said like he was explaining something to a bratty four-year-old. “You gotta suck me first, get me hard. My dick doesn’t pop right up at the sight of some guy’s ass like Bruiser’s.”
“If you only knew,” Bruiser said as he got to his feet and headed to the kitchen.
“Hey, get me one too,” Max called over his shoulder. He turned back to find Alfie in front of him, as summoned, and said, “Downthere, dimwit. You can’t suck me from up here.”
Alfie kneeled between Max’s widespread legs and took his cock out of his shorts. Max wasn’t hard yet, as he’d indicated, but he had a good-sized hunk of dick even mostly soft. Alfie evaluated it with appreciation.
“That ain’t even the half of it,” Bruiser said as he handed Max a beer. “You’re going to be one happy cum dump when you see what Max is packing.”
“No one cares if the cum dump is happy. I just want him to fucking get on with it.”
Bruiser laughed and plonked himself down on the other sofa. “Max is shy about being hung,” he said like he enjoyed teasing Max about it. “But there’s a reason we call him Max.”
Max rolled his eyes at Bruiser, then put his palm on Alfie’s head and pushed. Alfie opened his mouth and sucked Max’s cock into it. Max grunted, his eyelids fluttering shut as Alfie swallowed him all the way down. Coach had said he wasn’t a very good cocksucker, and he wanted to prove Coach wrong. But the harder he sucked, the harder Max got, and it turned out Bruiser hadn’t been kidding. This was maximum cock Max was packing.
Shit, Alfie had never seen a cock like Max’s, not outside of porn. His jaw hurt from trying to open his mouth wider, and his throat hurt from having a battering ram being shoved down it because Max had started thrusting, holding Alfie’s head still with a hand big enough to palm a basketball and jamming what had to be nine inches in deeper than it could possibly go.
