Boss Man: Part One17 minutes of an awesome read

“Suck it, baby!” screamed Spike. “Suck my goddam cock!” Spike sprawled out on the bench, it was heavenly, having two young studs sucking on his gigantic rod. That was one of the advantages of being the gang leader. Whenever you wanted, you could order your gang to suck, get fucked, or do whatever you felt like forcing them to do.

Spike was the leader of the Piledrivers, one of the toughest gangs in the country. They had a reputation for being real hard fighters and real men, and Spike was the toughest and the hardest of them all.

“Keep eating my goddam prick!” he commanded. “Suck that dick, baby!” He turned to Frankie, who was placed on Spike’s right. “You!” he shouted, “you lick my balls!” Bud was on his left, licking the tip of Spike’s magnificent dick.

Bud’s tongue licked the piss slit on the cock head, the big and beautiful cock head that Spike proudly swung between his legs. He licked it from the very tip, sliding his hot tongue and wet mouth until he met Frankie’s tongue at Spike’s balls.

“Eat it!” Spike shouted. “Eat my goddam hot prick and my juicy balls! I want to feel both hot tongues sucking and licking my fucking hard cock!” Spike shoved his dick into Bud’s waiting mouth. He rammed his shaft deep into his throat, causing Bud to gag on it.

“What’s the matter, faggot?” Spike asked sneeringly. “Can’t you take it like a man? Don’t you even know how to suck and eat a goddam prick?”

“I’m sorry,” said Bud.

“You’re sorry what?” demanded Spike.

“I’m sorry, sir!” he said loudly. “That’s better,” said Spike. “Now take that hot cock deep into your throat and really suck on it this time.”

“Yes, sir,” was the response. Bud really licked hard on Spike’s cock this time. He licked and ate it like it was going to be his last cock in the world.

Frankie lowered his pants. He wanted his gang leader to be able to finger-fuck him while his balls were being sucked.

“That’s right, Frankie,” said Spike. “I’m going to shove my fingers up your hot ass. Your asshole is just what I’ve been waiting for.”

“Shove your fingers up hard,” pleaded Frankie. “Shove those hot fingers up my goddam hot hole. I ache for you to finger-fuck my asshole.”

Spike’s body was writhing against the wall. His cock was stiff and throbbing, and the feel of those two hot mouths on his iron-hard penis was driving him wild.

“I’m gonna shoot!” he shouted. “I’m gonna shoot my goddam come into your hot mouths!” Spike pulled Frankie away from his balls, and placed his mouth so that Bud and Frankie would both be able to receive Spike’s white nectar and swallow their leader.

“Fuck! Shit! Piss! Cock!!” Spike’s prick let forth with a barrage of white foam. His cock juice exploded into the mouths of the two gang members. The semen spurted all over their faces and they lapped up each drop. As every new gob of male come formed on the tip of Spike’s dick, they licked it and sucked it and ate it until Spike’s cock was empty. They felt like they couldn’t get enough hot come to satisfy themselves.

“That’s all for now,” Spike said. “When I feel horny again, I’m going to force you to suck my dick again.” Spike pushed his two friends away. He was finished now, and he wanted to go and take a piss.

Spike knew that the main event was about to occur. This was the boxing match which would determine who the new leader of the Piledrivers was going to be. Spike had won the bout last year, and this time he heard that there was going to be a challenger who was supposed to be real dynamite. Well, thought Spike, we shall have to see.

Spike got up and went to the john. He opened his zipper again and took out his enormous dick. The piss began to flow, and Spike really felt good. It didn’t matter what came out of his cock, piss or come, as long as his cock was emptying itself. Both felt good to Spike, and he enjoyed holding his penis in his hands and watching the yellow liquid flow out and hit the white enameled urinal.

Spike left the john, and walked over to the bar. He was waiting for the challenger to show himself and they would settle the rules for the match then and there.

Spike ordered a whiskey. He drank it in one gulp and demanded another. He waited. The challenger was late. Spike felt that this guy would be easy to beat. Anyone who can’t show up on time, can’t be a real man, he thought. Spike ordered a third drink and swallowed that one too.

Suddenly, the door to the bar opened, and in walked a tall, bearded, dark haired butch looking number with his blond boyfriend.

Spike and the challenger stood there for a moment and sized each other up. Spike looked at this guy’s body, and the guy did the same to Spike. There was a few moments of great tension, then Spike broke it, by ordering a drink for him.

“Okay, Rocco,” said Spike. “We’ll drink to the match. You look like a tough man to beat, but I bet I’ll beat you just the same.”

“We’ll see,” said Rocco darkly. “I’ve got other ideas.”

The two men stared at each other again for a moment. They looked at each other’s bodies. Spike was standing at the bar, with the boxing gloves in his hands, and his cock hanging out of his pants. He wanted Rocco to see that he was a real mean stud man and prove to Rocco that he would be very difficult to beat.

“Why don’t we have a little practice workout,” suggested Spike. “Then we’ll have some idea of who the real men are around here.”

“You’re on,” replied Rocco. “Let’s go.” Spike led the way to the back room, and Rocco took along his buddy.

“What I’m gonna do,” said Spike, “is play by the rules. And you know what they are,” he added.

“Yeah?” asked Rocco dubiously. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I want your blond friend, baby, that’s the rules and I want him.”

Rocco looked at his blond companion. His name was Jimmy and he was gorgeous with a handle-bar mustache.

“It’s okay,” said Jimmy. “Spike is telling the truth. The current leader is allowed to do whatever he wants to with the challenger’s buddy. That is the rule.”

“You bet your ass it is!” chortled Spike. “And I’m going to have him.”

Spike grabbed Jimmy and pushed him to the floor.

“Hey!” screamed Rocco who tried to pick him up, but Jimmy motioned for Rocco to leave.

“Lick my goddam boots!” commanded Spike. “Use your fucking hot tongue and lick my boots all over until your tongue is dry.”

Jimmy slowly started to lick Spike’s black leather boots. He”That’s not good enough,” roared Spike. “Lick them harder. Use your fucking mouth, you fucking goddam cocksucking asslicking shithead, lick those goddam boots!!”

Jimmy pressed his whole mouth against the wet leather. The smell of saliva on leather was really turning him on. He felt his cock rising inside his tight levi’s.

Suddenly, Spike pulled down Jimmy’s pants. He reached down to where Jimmy was licking his boots and ripped open his fly. His hard cock thrust forward, and his ass opened itself to Spike’s touch.

Spike reached up and pulled down a whip that he had kept on a peg on the wall. He brought the whip down hard on Jimmy’s ass.

“Lick it harder!” commanded Spike as he thrashed the soft and pink buns. “I want to see my face shine in those boots!”

Jimmy licked as hard as he could. He started to lick the tops of the boots, and then his tongue worked its way up Spike’s thigh. He pressed his mouth against Spike’s leg all the way up to his beautiful hanging dong.

“I see you are really a cocksucker,” sneered Spike. “Okay, then cocksucker, suck my goddam cock. Eat that prick, baby, eat it until your tongue falls off!”

Jimmy began to suck the leader’s prick. He opened his mouth as wide as it could go and took in the entire hard shaft. Spike’s dick was really hot and throbbing and he rammed it into Jimmy’s mouth as hard as he could.

“Suck it, baby!” Spike screamed. “Lick my goddam dick and my hot balls, baby, lick it, and eat that cock!”

Jimmy sucked and sucked. He licked it from the top to the base, and took in all the fleshy hard meat. He ate Spike’s huge balls and he took all of that meat into his mouth.

“Oh!” Spike gasped. “Oh, baby, you really can suck cock! You really know how to eat a piece of red hot meat!”

Jimmy sucked on Spike’s cock even harder. Spike took the whip and lashed it against Jimmy’s hot ass. Jimmy moaned and groaned. He had to have a piece of meat in his mouth or he wasn’t happy. And Jimmy wanted to be happy.

Spike slammed his cock deeper and deeper down Jimmy’s throat. He thrashed him and spanked him with his leather whip.

“Ohh!!” Spike screamed. “I’m shooting, baby, I’m coming, goddammit, I’m shooting my goddam hot fucking come, baby! Eat it! Suck my goddam cock!!” Spike was delirious with hot pleasure. His body jerked back and forth as his come started to shoot forth deep into Jimmy’s throat.

“Eat it all!” he screamed. “Just eat that goddam hot prick of mine. Eat my balls! Suck my cock!” Spike was going crazy.

Jimmy swallowed hard. He wanted to make sure that he drank every last drop of Spike’s creamy come. He licked the tip and ate all the little droplets of goo as it formed.

“Beautiful, baby!” said Spike. “You suck the meanest cock of anyone I know.”

“Thanks, stud,” said Jimmy. “You sure got a fucking big dick to suck on. You really know how to ram a cock, baby, you are a fucking big man.”

“You bet I am,” said Spike proudly. “I’m the fuckingest meanest man in the whole fucking world.”

Jimmy said nothing. He knew that the bout would take care of that. Whoever won their match could say that he was the biggest stud, but Jimmy didn’t know who would win.

Rocco was his friend, and he wanted Rocco to win, but Spike sure had the most fantastic cock he had ever sucked.

Rocco walked back into the room. He looked at Spike, his dick hanging between his legs, all fresh from Jimmy’s mouth. He looked at Jimmy and he knew that Jimmy was forced to eat Spike’s dick.

“You ready for the fight, fella?” Rocco demanded.

“You bet. We’ll see you later,” he told him.

Spike went off to get his massage. He always had a massage before a fight, as this helped to limber him up. He walked out of the bar and into the street.

He passed several guys who were walking into the bar. Spike looked at them, They were real humpy numbers and Spike knew that he needed to fuck each and every one of them. He was a fucking tough guy and he could really fuck a mean fuck.

Spike walked into the masseur’s studio.

“Hi, Spike,” said Ralph, the masseur, “you all ready for the big showdown?”

“You bet,” he replied. “All I need now is a fucking good massage.”

“You’ve come to the right place, then,” said Ralph. “I’ll be with you in just a couple of minutes.” Spike sat down on a chair and waited. He liked Ralph. He liked the way that young beautiful stud handled his body.

“I’m ready for you now, Spike, “ said the masseur.

“Okay.” Spike walked into the massage room. He looked at Ralph, who had taken off his shirt. “You are really beautiful Ralph,” said Spike. “Your body is fantastic.”

“Yeah,” said Ralph. “I work out a lot.”

“It sure does wonders for you. I’d really like to get my cock into your big and beautiful body.”

“Don’t rush things, Spike,” said Ralph. “We’ve got work to do.”

Spike started to remove his clothes. He removed his shirt and Ralph could see the rippling muscles on Spike’s chest. As Spike took off his pants, Ralph’s cock started to stiffen and bulge out of his pants. Spike’s dick was huge, and Ralph could feel his ass hungering for the feel of that big and beautiful cock inside his anal hole.

Spike climbed up onto the massage table, his body positioned so that Ralph could begin massaging his back.

His tight, small buns were placed in such a position that Ralph immediately started to caress them.

“You really know how to massage a guy, don’t you?” asked Spike. “I love the way your hands feel on my body.”

“I’ve not even begun to work you over yet,” he said smilingly, “I’ve got a lot to do yet with my hands.”

Ralph started to press his hands against Spike’s back. He pounded and rubbed Spike’s body so hard that Spike began to get excited.

“Wow!” exclaimed Spike, “your touch is driving me crazy. My cock is getting so fucking hard when you rub me, that I don’t fit on the table anymore.”

It was true. Spike’s cock was so stiff, that is pressed against the table and forced Spike to move over onto his side. Ralph could see the huge member stick up at him, and he suddenly began to crave having that stiff shaft shoved up his asshole.

Spike was thinking the same thing. He reached out and began to massage the stiffening bulge inside Ralph’s pants. His pants were so tight, that Spike could tell just how big Ralph’s cock was at that point.

“You are getting just as hard as me,” said Spike. “ Your cock is fucking stiff.”

“You bet it is,” said Ralph. “I’m getting hot all over looking at your naked body and your fucking hard prick. You really are beginning to turn me on.”

Spike slowly got up from the massage table. He slid off the table, his penis sticking out nearly a foot in front of him.

“It’s your turn now,” – said Spike. “Get onto the table.”

“Sure,” replied Ralph. “I’ll get on that table gladly.” He climbed onto the massage table. Spike pulled down his pants and began to pat his ass. He hit him softly at first, but then Ralph’s ass cheeks were hit harder and harder. With each slap on the rear, Ralph’s cock got harder and harder and Spike’s dork did the same. Both their pricks were as stiff as they had ever been.

Spike moistened the tip of his prick and the opening to Ralph’s wanting asshole. He climbed on top of Ralph, and started slowly inserting his dong into the beautifully soft buns that lay before him. He pushed in slowly and carefully. He wanted Ralph to feel every inch as it crept up on him.

“Oh, baby!” cried Ralph. “Fuck the shit out of me, you gorgeous stud!”

“That’s just what I’m gonna do,” replied Spike. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know which end is up. You’re gonna be ass-fucked like you’ve never been ass-fucked before.”

Spike started to pump his cock into Ralph’s hole. He shoved and rammed and he felt like he could continue fucking him forever.

“Shove it in hard!” screamed Ralph. “Shove your goddam hot prick inside my ass, baby! Shove it in real hard!”

Spike slammed his cock deeper and deeper into Ralph’s fucking hot buns. He pumped up and down, in and out, feeling Ralph’s hot anal walls pressing around his hard cock.

“Oh, baby!” Spike cried out. “Your hole feels so fucking creamy and hot! I’m going fucking hot and mad for you, baby!”

“Bang me, you fucking stud!” shouted Ralph. “I want to feel your hot cream jetting out into me. Fuck me hard, stud!”

Spike rammed as hard as he could. He could feel his hot come beginning to shoot out from his cock and land deep in Ralph’s fleshy hole.

“I’m coming!” Spike suddenly began to shout. “I’m coming, you fucking hot and; horny bastard! I’m shooting my hot load into your fucking hot asshole!!”

Spike’s come began to flow in waves into the hot ass surrounding his dick. His balls were slamming hard against Ralph’s buttocks and making them red. The cock released his hot foam fast and furiously. Spike’s body writhed with agony and pleasure. He loved to fuck, and his hot come proved it.

Spike took a long time in coming. He shot and jetted his hot foamy come deep into the dark hole of Ralph’s ass.

“That was a terrific massage,” said Spike. “I should come around here more often.”

“I’ll always be here waiting for you,” said Ralph. “Your prick is always welcome.”

“Thanks.” Spike started to get dressed. His body was now fully relaxed and he really looked forward to having this fight with Rocco. He felt confident that he would be the winner.

It was very important to win these fights. Spike knew what the rules were. These fights were to determine who would be the new leader of the Piledrivers. Spike had gotten to be the leader just this way and now he had to defend his title.

The winner of the fight was the winner all around, and the loser really got fucked. He had to win because he knew that the loser of the fight would be forced to do whatever the winner wanted. He knew that if he lost the fight, he would have to eat Rocco’s cock and be his personal slave. Spike loved to have slaves. It was a great feeling to know that whenever he was horny and wanted his dick eaten by a fucking hot stud, he could just call one of his boys to him and they would gladly get down on their knees and open his fly.

“Hi, Spike,” called out one of the gang members. “We’re waiting for you.”

“I’m getting ready,” replied Spike. “I’m changing my clothes.” Spike removed his shirt. The sight of his muscles still made all the gang members drool, even though they all had felt his body inside their own.

Spike removed his pants. His powerful leg muscles were really a sight to behold. He looked like he could kick anyone around him completely out of town.

He walked over to where his trunks and shoes were kept. He forced one of his slaves to open the locker door for him and put on his shoes.

“Yes, master,” the slave replied. “I shall do whatever you wish me to.”

“I wish you to lick my boots’” Spike roared. “Lick them and tie them on with your goddam tongue. I want you to do it now and do it quickly!”

The slave licked Spike’s boots rapidly. He made them shine. Spike looked down at them and smiled. It was good to be the leader, he thought. It was good to feel someone’s hot tongue on your boots. It showed them who was boss all right.

Spike stood up. His body was glistening with sweat. He was ready for any and all comers.  He felt like a champ.

Rocco was already waiting for Spike. He was sitting in his corner of the ring, in a challenging pose. His huge muscles also glistened and he too felt like a champ. It was going to be one fuck of a fight.