In Part 3, Luke was converted into Slader’s slave. But now it’s time for him to find out what that really requires of him, when Slader puts him on a leash and takes him to Dark Bar where everyone can see Slader’s new doggie…Will Luke set aside his fear of exposure and shame to show the world that he proudly belongs to Slader? More
In Part 3, Luke was converted into Slader’s slave. But now it’s time for him to find out what that really requires of him, when Slader puts him on a leash and takes him to Dark Bar, where everyone can see Slader’s new doggie…Will Luke set aside his fear of exposure and shame to show the world that he proudly belongs to Slader? And when Slader’s hot younger brother Jim comes home on leave from the Marines, which of the two competitive brothers will get the better end of Luke?
Slader leaned down and whispered in his ear. “You wanna show them how it’s done, doggie?” “Yes, Sir!” Luke said enthusiastically. He could feel the heat and the tension rising around him. The men gathered in closer, both for a better look and to screen the action from anyone who might stop it. Slader flipped open his belt, undid the button of his jeans and zipped them down like a man who only had a minute to cum. His fat cock was out, already half hard, and Luke eagerly clamped his mouth on it. Slader put his hands on the back of his head and started pushing, using Luke’s head like a farmboy would use a melon, pumping it, pulping it. Luke’s incisors nicked the side of Slader’s ever-growing cock and Slader pulled out. He slapped Luke, the spandex hood taking some of the sting out of the blow but not much. “Bad dog. Try again.” Back into his mouth, back down his throat the cock went. He felt another hand reaching in, pushing his head down on Slader’s cock. Slader’s own hands went behind his head, his eyes half closed. Another man’s hand touched Slader’s belly and Luke instinctively reached up and removed it. Slader laughed. “Jealous.” Luke nodded, his mouth full of cock. The other men chuckled, but still tried to touch Slader’s ass, his chest, his cock. Luke defended his territory calmly but firmly, finally wrapping his arms around Slader’s waist to remove the territory from contention. A few tried to reach down and touch Luke’s cock, but found the cage and backed off. “I want some of that mouth,” a man said next to Slader. “What up, Jim,” Slader nodded. “You do, huh?” “Oh hell yeah…” Luke looked at Jim. He was nearly Slader’s twin, the dark hair and eyes, the receding hairline, the lean taut body, the tattoos, the dark air of menacing lust. “I think my doggie would like that, wouldn’t you?” Luke nodded. No sense in lying. Slader and Jim both laughed. Jim casually pulled Slader’s cock out of Luke’s mouth and put his hand in, hard and rough like Slader’s. “Pretty mouth,” he said. “The rest of his face that nice?” “You’ll never know,” Slader said. “He’s shy.” “He doesn’t look that shy to me, brother.” Holy shit, Luke thought. He did look like Slader, only a couple years younger – the same dark hair and dark eyes, the hairline yet to recede, the same build but a couple inches shorter than Slader, full sleeve tattoos on his arms down onto his hands…was it literally Slader’s brother? “He’s still worried what people think,” Slader said with a shrug, just as casually replacing Jim’s hand with his cock in Luke’s mouth again, and on the word “think” he gave a forceful, almost contemptuous shove with the head of his cock, ramming it past Luke’s tonsils, as if to make a point about what he thought of that. “Ah,” Jim said. “Too bad.” “Yeah,” Slader said casually, as if he wasn’t simultaneously skullfucking the shit out of Luke with one hand on the back of his head, while the other took Jim’s beer and took a pull off it. “Pretty promising candidate, too.” “He can suck the chrome off a bumper, can’t he.” “Yeah,” Slader acknowledged, pulling his dick out. He took another sip of beer and leaned over Luke. Luke knew what to do, he arched his head and opened his mouth. Slader shot-spit the beer into his waiting hole, and he swallowed gratefully, mouth open again for more if that was what Slader wanted.