Chapter 60

“Am I hurting that poor little Zayre asshole?” Karl asked in an angry tone.

“Yes, sir,” Danny answered. It was obvious he was being truthful. His face was red with effort. He kept biting his finger to work through the soreness.

“Isn’t that just too bad,” Karl said. He turned to me. “You like watching me pound this Zayre pussy?”

“Hell, yeah,” I told him. I didn’t want to, but to be honest, I loved it. Danny tried to turn his head to me when he heard my voice, but he couldn’t in his current position. “Show him what little Zayre punks deserve, Karl. Ream that ass.” With a little more of that talk, Karl came hard, bellowing “Zayre ass! Zayre ass!” Sheepishly, he kissed Danny once, got dressed, and started to leave.

“How’d you hear about this?” I said to Karl, indicating Danny.

“Bernard,” he said.

I figured as much. “Don’t tell anyone else, Karl.”

“Bernard’s got a fifty and over club started for this boy. Anyone over—”

“I get the picture,” I said. “Listen, Karl. The fewer people that know about it, the more times you’ll be able to pump his buns, got it?” Karl liked my logic and agreed to keep mum. Throughout our conversation, Danny kept his legs up.

“Hey, Danny,” I said softly, “legs cramped or are you doing that so I can take a turn?”

“Both,” he said. His eyes were sex-dazed and unfocused. I asked him who fucked him. He said Howard, Bernard, Fred and Karl like I figured. Fred was coming back later. I got up and locked his door.

“To hell with Fred, Danny. If that ass gets fucked again today, it’s going to get fucked by me. Put your legs down.” Slowly he inched them down to the bed. I climbed into bed next to him and took his small muscular frame in my arms. He clung to me, like he was holding on for dear life. I reached down to fondle his ass ring that I was insane for. It was hot from all the friction. So were his reddened cheeks.

“Did Karl spank you?”

“Bernard,” he whispered.

“Listen, Danny, you’re getting too much, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You just owe me your ass then. You’ll pay up when you’re as horny as I am.”

He nodded in acquiescence, and I could tell he took my words to heart. He truly believed the pleasure of his asshole was mine to take by right. What made him this way?

I squeezed his arm muscles. “I know you’re strong enough to stop it whenever you want to, Danny. When they take too much, why don’t you?”

“I don’t know, sir,” he said, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was allowing either. “It’s like my brain takes over and tells me I can’t say no.”

“I want you to start keeping your door locked, understand?” He nodded, and put his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his damp hair.

“So you didn’t get a chance to answer me the other day. Why older guys, Danny?”

“It feels right,” he said. “It’s less confusing somehow. Like if a guy is older it makes it okay that he’s spanking me or fucking me.”

“And why so many?”

“I don’t know. I just need to feel…liked, I guess. Guys get mad if I say no.”

“Yeah, but then they don’t treat you fairly, do they? But then I guess you don’t want things to be fair.” I knew he needed someone to protect him from himself and his newfound desires. By the way he clung to me, it seemed like, deep down, perhaps he wanted it to be me.

“I want a key to your apartment, Danny. That way you can keep everyone out but me. That ass is mine whenever I want it, all right?”

He sat up and looked dejected. “My spare key has gone missing,” he said.

I assumed Bernard had beaten me to it, but it crossed my mind Danny told me this so I wouldn’t be the only one with free reign over his body. I told him to lock the door and only let us in if he didn’t have class, need to study, or need to rest.

It turned out it didn’t matter if Bernard had the key. If one of us knocked, he’d open the door and his legs, too, no matter what. I went over the next day to check on him, and the door was unlocked again. There was Fred pumping Danny’s ass, and Howard was in his mouth. Danny’s face was blue from the trouble he had breathing. Two men more than twice his age with beer bellies and balding heads were taking Danny, and from his hard-on, he couldn’t get enough of it. They’d made him miss a final to fuck him, but it didn’t look like they had to twist his arm.