Stallion Station Ch. 05

Trebel had signed no agreement on the taking of whoever was being brought into the studio now. He had just declared that he'd taken the young man away with him. He didn't say the young man would be living, and for what Gordon was being paid, he didn't ask.

The German himself came out of the limousine after the young black man had been hauled out. Gordon showed them into the movie studio. Trebel was visibly pleased at the layout and the equipment that was being made available to him.

Anthony Blaine, the Prince Edward County commonwealth's attorney and the client who had just been with Griff, drove his rented Buick around the side of the motel wing as the young Jamaican college student was being manhandled into the studio. He saw what there was to be seen, but he turned his head away and nudged the Buick quietly toward the access road to the Richmond road. This wasn't any business of his—or so he thought at the time.

* * * *

All of the wind had been knocked out of Joey Wilson and he was beyond the whimper stage. The giant Algerian bodyguard, Jordo, had already fucked him twice—once missionary style on the bed with a monster black cock while chocking his throat until he had nearly passed out. Then on the floor, doggy style, as Joey had tried to crawl to the door of his room, and now up against the wall, Joey's back to the wall and his body suspended in front of the Algerian's massive height, as Jordo chocked him with one hand, and moved the rent-boy's ass up and down on the monster cock with the other hand palming Joey's tailbone.

Spent, all of the fight drained from him, Joey just hung there between the Algerian and the wall, his knees on Jordo's hips and his arms dangling at his side as Jordo thrust, thrust, thrust up into him.

And this was a free ride, included in the contract. Gordon had told Joey to give the bodyguard anything he wanted. He wanted a lot.

Meanwhile, over in the movie studio, with movie cameras whirring and still cameras clicking, the Jamaican student wasn't faring any better with the attentions given to him by the German industrialist, Heinz Trebel.

The Jamaican was bent over a vinyl cube set on top of the blue-velvet-skirted platform in a kneeling position. His legs were bound together at the thighs and ankles, his wrists were bound together, his biceps were bound by restraints to the upper corners of the vinyl cube, and there was a ball gag in his mouth. His eyes had not lost their wild look from the moment forty-five minutes earlier that Trebel had begun to fuck him, which had quickly snapped the young Jamaican out of his drug-induced semicoma.

Trebel was saddled over the young man's hips, giving him cock deep and fast, with his muscular torso arched up and the heels of his hands pressed into the Jamaican's shoulder blades.

Jess Gordon was moving around the sides of the platform, outside the focus of the lights and the camera angles, assessing what was going to be the best angle shots for the eventual film. He was delighted. The German's physique was magnificent and his fucking was first rate. This wasn't the first taking. The first fuck had been with the Jamaican on his back on the platform, his arms and legs spread and tied off at the corners of the platform and the German fucking him missionary style and chewing on his nipples. There had been no gag. This was the Jamaican's first-ever ass fuck—research had ascertained that he had been moving in that direction in Jamaica but hadn't done it yet—although he had advertised it for sale—and the German wanted to get all of his screams on tape.

The action was so good, Gordon thought, that he was really tempted to keep a copy of the footage and put it out himself as a movie. He mulled that as he was circling the platform, licking his lips, and pulling on his own meat. Much too much of a risk, he thought. The German was brutal, and that bodyguard of his was a monster. Gordon couldn't risk it. But he could certainly splice a movie out of it for his own enjoyment—and maybe for a few viewings by paying high rollers after enough time had passed.

Trebel took the Jamaican college student, by now limp as a rag and just moaning softly, a third time in a sling with its own circle of lights and cameras.

"Now, do you have some beer and something to eat," Trebel said as he pulled out of the Jamaican at last and rolled the spent condom off his cock. He wasn't going to use a condom for the next one, but there had been no chance of a certificate for this one, and one never really knew what a young man like this had gotten into. He may not even be a virgin to the ass fuck; his sales offer had obviously been a scam attempt. But it was the fantasy of it being so that turned Heinz on. The student seemed inexperienced and tight enough and did enough objecting for this to have been his first anal fuck, though. And that pleased Trebel and teased his fetish. His fetish, though, was to do two in a row, each differently.

"Yes, you can come upstairs," Gordon answered. "I have a kitchen up there. But what about?"

"I'll go upstairs," the German said, using a no-nonsense, authoritative voice. "You, I assume, will have someplace secure to hold this one while I am fucking the other one. And the other one, I assume, is coming along shortly."

Gordon looked at his watch. "A half an hour or forty-five minutes. And, yes, I have a cell with a cot down here that I can lock this one in for you. You did say you were taking him with you?"

"Yes, of course," Trebel answered. And he eventually did take him away, The jet had landed at Richmond International but had flown on up to Ronald Reagan Airport across the Potomac from Washington, D.C., in Alexandria, Virginia. It was waiting there for Trebel and Jordo after the nearly comatose body of the Jamaican college student had been dumped from the Mercedes limousine in front of the door of the Jamaican embassy on New Hampshire Avenue, in Washington.

"You would be ready again in a half hour?" Gordon asked, almost in awe.

"If the beer is good, yes. It is German beer, isn't it?"

* * * *

Jordo had moved on to Jason. A second helping wasn't in the contract, but no one was trying to stop him. When he'd come out of Joey's room, the other guys were hanging around, listening to the sounds of the fuck from within. Jordo looked so wild and magnificent in his nakedness when he'd slammed the door open, that there was a moment before the young men scattered. Jason didn't scatter as quickly as the others and Jordo had reached him and tackled him so that both of them fell into Jason's room.

Thoroughly conquered by Jordo's attentions, Jason quickly fell into rag doll mode. Jordo pranced about his room, crouched just a bit so that Jason's thighs rested on his, and Jason's head lolled back and arms dangled at his side as Jordo pranced and, with crushing hands on Jason's waist, lifted Jason's ass almost free of his cock and then slammed the rent-boy down to where the inner curve of his butt cheeks were tickled by the giant's wiry pubic hair.

In a room nearby, Matt was on his back, his buttocks at the foot of the bed and his legs wrapped around Bill Cain's thighs, his heels rubbing against the curve of Bill's thigh muscles to the rhythm of the fuck. Cain's buttocks were moving rhythmically as he plowed Matt's ass. There was much mouth-to-mouth kissing and Cain sucking on the throbbing artery in Matt's neck and on the young man's nipples.

Matt had his arms around Cain's neck and his fingers were running through the older man's hair. The fuck was slow and deep and sensual. They were sharing affectionate praises of each other. This was a sharp contrast to what had happened down the line of rooms to Joey earlier, where the young man now was soaking in his tub to work the kinks out of his overburdened muscles, or to Jason, who was going through the ordeal of the big black cock now in another one of the rooms. In yet another room the teacher, Carl, and the Frisbee player he'd brought to Stallion Station, Rick, clung to each other on the bed, spent from fucking, but too frightened at the sounds coming from the nearby rooms to move away from each other or leave the room.

"You are such a sweet fuck," Cain murmured to Matt while keeping up the slow rhythm of the fuck.

"You have been a favorite of mine since we started while I was working at the video shop," Matt answered. "Oh, yes, like that. Fuck me like that."

"You don't have to work here. You can come home with me," Cain whispered. "I would take good care of you."

"It's something to think about . . . oh shit, you do that again and I'm gonna come."

"If I do it again you'll come home with me."

"I'll sure give it serious thought."

In the movie studio, with lights blazing and cameras whirring and clicking off, Andy was in much the same rag doll mode as Jason was as Jordo pranced about his room and fucked him. But it was an entirely different form of the mode.

Heinz Trebel had been fucking him for an hour and a half, but had initially taken him slow and easy—until Andy could handle it. Then he'd fucked him hard. Now they were in the slow and easy mode again. Just as they had started, Heinz was sitting on the edge of the platform and Andy was in his lap. They were face to face, with Andy's legs extended on the platform around and behind Heniz' hips and his torso arched back toward the floor, with his wrists dragging on the floor. Heinz was gripping his waist and pulling him slowly and deeply on and off the cock.

Andy had a dazed expression on his face and his eyes were hooded in half awareness, but there was a beatific smile on his face. Gordon came down close to Andy's face to capture the look on a hand-held camera. The stills from this alone would be worth a small fortune, he thought. It was all he could do to keep from getting involved. The possibility of Andy wearing a mask hadn't been brought up at all—certainly not by Gordon. And now he was glad Andy hadn't thought about it. The face shots were absolutely perfect.

Heinz and Andy had barebacked—repeatedly. Andy's channel was swimming in cum, aiding the friction of the fuck by a big cock that now had reamed his passage to its requirements. The butt plugs he had practiced with hadn't come anywhere close to opening him to Heinz' requirements, but Heinz had done that himself through methodical and patient work over the last more than an hour. Cum was dribbling down Andy's thighs, and smears of his own cum covered his belly.

Heinz had sat him on his lap initially, facing away from him, and had worked Andy's torso and cock and balls with his hands, kissing and licking Andy's back and receiving Andy's mouth in deep kisses, while he let Andy feel the rise of his cock up the small of young man's back. Andy was trembling and shuddering and sighing as Heinz whispered to him what they would be doing and worked Andy's cock with his enclosing hand. He waited until Andy had ejaculated before raising his body and slowly lowering it on his cock.

Andy took it like a man, shuddering and groaning and giving little cries as the cock sank deeper inside him. The moaning increased as Heinz started to pump him. Overwhelmed as he was with new-found arousal, he came again before Heinz did and then gave a prolonged moan when Heinz gave him his seed in several strong spurts.

Heinz gave the young man a taste of bondage next, but nothing like he'd shown the Jamaican student. Still lapped, Andy was turned facing away from Heinz and his wrists were bound with his arms around Heinz' neck and his ankles were bound together behind the German's buttocks. Heinz fucked him deep and slow, only moving his pelvis.

After a respite, Heinz laid Andy on his back and fucked him missionary style while they kissed and Heinz covered Andy's nipples and face and neck with kisses and nips. They almost were replicating what Bill Cain and Matt Munson were doing over in one of the former motel rooms.

After the last taking, Heinz allowed Andy to stretch out on his back on the platform and, after kissing him affectionately on the navel, rose from him and turned to Gordon. He was all smiles, which pleased Gordon, and the two went off to Gordon's office to settle the final accounting and for Gordon to get an e-mail address to send the films of the two takings to Gordon. Gordon didn't mention that Heinz had had more than the two ejaculations with Andy that the contract had specified. He'd already decided that the film footage was just too good for Heinz to receive all copies and he thought this was a fair exchange.

Left alone, Andy lay there, his legs still spread, smiling and murmuring to himself. This was exactly the present he had wanted. The German was magnificent and had been so patient with him. But he had taken him fully. Andy knew he wouldn't have a problem going with any man he fancied now.

He wasn't aware of Gordon and Trebel leaving the studio, or Jordo returning to retrieve the bound Jamaican college student to toss into the back of the Mercedes limousine. Mercifully, Andy wasn't aware of Jordo pausing beside him and contemplating whether he had time and opportunity to take a taste of him—but deciding against it.

The next thing he was aware of was a naked Gordon slipping in between his spread thighs, gathering up Andy's thighs in his arms, spreading them wider, and then pushing his cock into Andy's passageway. He let loose of the younger man's thighs immediately, grabbed Andy by the waist, and began pumping immediately.

Andy made no effort to resist. He lay there, dreamily watching the naval battle of the four master warships on Gordon's chest as the tattooed man flexed his muscles in the rhythm of the fuck. Andy was all cumed out from Heinz' attentions, but Gordon wasn't. It didn't take him long to spout off inside Andy. He lowered his torso on Andy's, embraced him, and gave him a deep kiss.

"You don't know how maddening it was for me to have to watch Trebel taking you like that and not having you myself."

Andy murmured something, but neither one of them had any idea what it was. Gordon rose to a half crouch over Andy and brought the younger man's torso up to his, encasing Andy in his arms. Andy's knuckles dragged on the platform next to him and he managed to return a little of the sloppy kiss Gordon was giving his mouth.

Gordon's cock was rising again, and Andy wasn't giving any objections, so Gordon fucked him again. Andy hooked his legs on Gordon's hips and moaned softly, a sure sign that he was enjoying his second big cock of the day slip sliding away in the cum of two men.

"I have a deal with your uncle," Gordon murmured when he had ejaculated again. "There's a second deal, more money, if you agree to it. Now, before you shower all this cum away. A bit kinky, but not too bad."

"Aren't you the second deal?" Andy asked groggily.

"There's another second deal. You have to forget this second one and only think about the next second one. Will you do it?"

* * * *

They were in Jess Gordon's playroom in the apartment he'd carved out for himself in the motel wing. Andy was kneeling on a vinyl mat, his head and arms trapped in the stocks. Judge Raymond Snyder was standing behind him, lightly flogging Andy's exposed rump with a multipronged hand whip. They were light strokes. The judge was hoping that he could break this luscious young man he'd been watching for a couple of years in gradually so that he one day would willingly fold into the Buckingham BDSM men's club.

When Andy's rump was rosy red, the judge mounted him from behind and fucked the imprisoned young man, pleased that his sheathed cock was moving in the cum of another man—totally unaware that it was actually in the cum of two men.

Andy didn't seem to mind. He only seemed half way in the world at all. His agreement to service the judge hadn't been all that convincing, and Gordon had waved a popper under his nose. Andy was barely there. But he was taking what the judge was giving him.

* * * *

When Bill Cain helped his nephew hobble to Cain's car, the uncle having been reassured that Andy, on the whole, had enjoyed his birthday present, Andy was aware enough to realize that there was another young man in the car, sitting in the front passenger seat.

"This is Matt Munson, Andy," Cain said as he opened the door to the backseat and helped Andy inside. "He's coming home with us to give it a try with us. Hope you don't mind."

As Andy painfully stretched out on the backseat, careful not to press his thighs together, he was beyond caring about anything. He'd have to think about that tomorrow. It didn't even disturb him when his uncle turned his face to the other young man and they engaged in a deep kiss before Bill drove off.