Ariane was true to her word - Bastian was a world-class fuck. The former capo had taken Treaty’s thick ten inches and had whipped himself in the throes of ecstasy as the blonde-haired enforcer pistoned in and out of his hairless pucker. James had exploded at least twice inside the other man, and both were now spent; Treaty slumped in a swivel chair while Ferreira sat tiredly on the floor, leaning heavily on the pedestal base of the table and idly playing with his nips.
He smiled up at the other man. “Obrigado, Senhor James ... you pound me good and hard - I like it that way. I am a very lucky boy to be here.” He stretched out like a large contented cat.
Christ Almighty, this should be part of the Training - “What happens if you screw Lucio Giambi” he thought to himself. He stood up and began to dress.
* * *
As James was knotting his tie, he looked back at Bastian, who was again seated on the padded table. The thought struck him that he was responsible for the other man for the rest of today and tomorrow until he delivered him to the police captain at SMD.
“Bastian?”
The man looked up. “Yes, senhor?”
“We gotta get you some clothes - I can’t take you out of here looking like that.”
Ferreira squeezed his heavy cock and balls - encircled by a thick steel cockring - and gave the enforcer a sweet smile. “It’s okay ... I like being naked. I stay here and we fuck more later.”
Treaty shook his head. “Sorry buddy, We can’t do that. This area is restricted and we have to leave. You’re coming home with me tonight and I have to get you presentable to get out of the building ... and for the policemen tomorrow. I’ll be back in a moment.”
James left the laboratory and hurried down to his locker. He pulled the sweaty t-shirt, shorts, jock and sandals from his session with Giaan that morning out of his gym bag and returned to his charge.
“Put these on, buddy. Then we can leave.”
“Mmmmmmmm....bom” The hairless man held the clothing in his hands and deeply sniffed the musky odor from them. Ferreira’s cock stretched the jockstrap nearly beyond it’s limit; the pants and shirt were so snug they looked painted onto the other’s body. Tanned feet slipped into the sandals.
The enforcer gave the former capo a smile. “C’mon buddy - time to go...”
* * *
BASTIAN
I barely remember the plane ride. My first thought when I woke up was being scared to death. Graças a Deus to the lady doctor and Senhor James for taking care of me. Coming to America was an accident, but for me, my wildest dreams have come true.
My name is Bastian Ferreira and I’m a male whore - a bicha - and one of the best ones in Sao Paolo. I was drinking a cafe in front of the padaria on Rua Luis Goma when a dark car pulled up and the man in the back seat gave me a smile and a wink. As well as flashing a wad of reales. I was ready to work - I just had on a pair of tight, white cutoff shorts that were unbuttoned to my crotch and I had put on some suntan oil so my pecs and arms gleamed in the morning sunshine. If you looked closely enough, you could see the gleam of my steel cockring, which the cliente obviously did. The door swung open and I climbed in the back. The man was very handsome and within a few moments, he had me naked with his hard cock up my ass. I loved the pounding I was getting and after I felt him fill me up several times with his esporra, the car stopped and he pulled out of me. The handsome man gave me a towel. I looked out of the window - we were at the airport.
He kissed me hard. “Come with me, boy - we’re going for a ride in my jet.” He grabbed my shorts. I wrapped the towel around my waist and followed him out of the car.
There were three other men in the plane - hard-looking, handsome, hungry-looking men. I could tell that they were wondering what was under that towel and hoping that it was nothing. I gave them all a big smile and dropped it on the floor.
The man from the car grinned. “I told you he was eager, didn’t I?” I got down on my knees and crawled to the biggest man. I think he liked the way my tattoos rippled down my arm as I made my way over to him. I opened the zipper of his pants and fished out his thick tool; I swallowed his cock and raked my teeth lightly down his shaft. He hissed, and I felt his cock thicken; at the same time, I felt someone come behind me and push an already-hard dick into my ass. I heard the engines start to roar and I felt myself pushed back onto the other man’s dick as the plane took off.
The wealthy men (how could they not be rich with a plane like this?) continued to use me throughout the flight. About three hours later, the man from the car gave me a drink. I was thirsty from the hard work and gulped down the sweet soda. Suddenly, I felt very dizzy and after that, I think I passed out.
* * *
I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I woke to find the lady doctor over me. She was beautiful like an angel and I was feeling that kind of sickness when I don’t have sex. She told me she had to tie me down because I had been thrashing around and she was afraid I would hurt myself. I told the senhora I get very sick when I don’t have a man use me; she didn’t believe me at first, but I begged and pleaded with her; the sickness grew worse the longer I waited. After I started screaming in agony, she came back with Senhor James. I must have convinced her because she was going to give me to a group of policemen; (how she knew that was my wildest fantasy, I'll never know) in the meantime, she said, Senhor James would take care of me. He was a big, blonde man - very handsome with eyes like a cat - and with a huge bulge in his pants. When he took of the restraints, I couldn’t wait for him to fill me up. Thanks to the lady doctor and him, I’m still alive.
* * *
JAMES
Getting Bastian out of the building was one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my life. The guy knew he looked like sex incarnate and did nothing to hide it. Or tone it down. The only good thing was all the sly grins and subtle nods I received from a lot of the men I passed - I guess Giaan was right about not being alone in Giambi's organization.
The Brazilian and I arrived at my apartment and I got him a beer from the refrigerator. I then headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up and back to work. I stripped down and headed for the shower. As I was soaping down and lazily stroking my hard, thick 10 inches, I felt hands on my ass.
Startled, I turned around and was staring at my olive skinned stud. He had an even more amazing body than I originally thought - 8-pack abs, pretty wide shoulders, fantastic thighs ... and that perfect hairless cock surrounded by its steel prison.
I couldn't have wished for anything better, 8 inches of condom covered (Did I leave one in the pocket of the shorts?) heavily veined, extremely thick dark hardness bobbed in front of me.
Bastian dropped to his knees and started running his tongue over my engorged head before going all the way down to my shaved balls. He was an amazing cocksucker as well; I grabbed his head and fucked his face till I was ready to cum.
Sensing this, the stud let go of my dripping cock before I unloaded down his throat and started working my large shaved balls while running his hands over my ass and massaging my pucker.
Ferreira stood up, grabbing my head and kissed me deeply without saying a word. In addition to everything else, he was an extremely good kisser. Those cops are damn lucky guys. I was really getting turned on by him being pretty aggressive. We made out for a couple of minutes before he stopped and he spun me around and started lightly biting my neck as the warm water sluiced over both of us. Still no words -- just the two of us breathing heavily.
He pushed me up against the wall of the shower and lubed his cock with spit and slowly worked his rock hard thick 8-incher into my waiting hole. God only knows I’m no stranger to taking cock, but his girth however did bring an audible gasp from me as pushed past my ring. Bastian quickly covered my mouth with his hand - I didn’t realize until that moment was a fucking turn-on it was to have someone’s hand over my mouth while getting drilled.
The Brazilian held still while I got accustomed to his pillar. Inch by veiny inch he plunged his entire length into me till his balls were resting in my ass crack. Still never saying a word, he held still until sensing that I was ready to take what he could give me. The olive-skinned stud started sliding in slowly and deeply, which made me groan aloud. I was really getting into it and started slamming back on his beautiful cock.
This guy knew how to fuck!! He was hard-slamming me and was pushing cum out of my hard cock onto the wet tiled floor. I reached back and grabbed his head bringing his mouth to mine while he still pounded me hard.
Ferreira reached around and slowly stroked my cock while picking up speed long-dicking me, driving me insane. His breathing became ragged and he began whispering obscenities in Portuguese, which was another fucking turn-on. Ferreira buried that amazing cock of his as deep as he possibility could and held still while his cock jerked and swelled even larger then unloaded his cum in my ass.
The Brazilian stopped stroking my cock as he slid out of me and spun me around dropping to his knees again. He worked my balls with his mouth while fisting my tool. He slid up my shaft engulfing my engorged head taking me all the way down his throat. He then stuck a couple of fingers up my ass, which sent my huge load shooting down his throat. He backed off a bit to take the rest into his mouth. He held my cock in his mouth till my near buckling legs regained strength.
He got back up and grabbed me on either side of my face and shared my cum with me as our tongues fought each other. He removed the cum filled condom tied it in a knot and proceeded to wash himself and me. I caressed his amazing body while he washed, staring at his beautiful uncut Brazilian cock.
At that moment, I wished tomorrow would never come.
* * *
As James dozed, the enforcer snuggled closer to the body spooned into him, and pushed his morning hardness deeper into the tight chute. He squeezed a muscular arm around the warm torso and fondled the nips. Damn, I love holding Francis this way ...
... no, Francis stormed out and left me. He woke up completely and blearily looked at the elaborate tattoos running down the shoulder and arm of the man beside him. Bastian.
Treaty gently disengaged himself from the sleeping Brazilian and padded into the bathroom. As he was shaving, he saw Bastian lope in with a broad grin on his handsome face. He wrapped powerful arms around James and gave the spot between his shoulder blades a soft kiss.
“Bom dia, Senhor James...” His brown eyes twinkled in the mirror’s reflection. “Today we go to the delegacia de polícia, yes?” He went into the shower and turned on the water. James watched as the steam swirled around the tanned physique as the bicha soaped himself down.
There are times I wish I was a cop. “Uh-huh, buddy. I have to call the station this morning and see when I’m bringing you over there. I may have to go to work for a few hours before, though. You gonna be okay here by yourself?”
The shower turned off and the hairless man opened the door. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Bastian pulled one end of the damp material around Treaty’s naked body and used it to draw the enforcer close to him. The Brazilian gave the green-eyed mobster a wicked grin as their crotches ground together. “It’s okay, senhor ... as long as I get um pouco de esporra from you for breakfast.”
* * *
James left for work and returned around noon.
“Bastian?” Treaty opened the door to his apartment and walked in.
The bicha was sitting on the couch, an electric blue Ajaxx63 t-shirt pulled tightly across his torso and arms. A similarly tight pair of shorts hugged his brutal thighs. The television was on and he was watching some sort of nature documentary. “I took these from your chest - is okay? I like the color. But I don’t know what it says ...” The hairless man blushed. “I can’t read, senhor ... is something with my head - the letters get mixed up.”
Jesus, Ariane is thorough. “No problem, bud. It looks good on you. We can go to the police station now. You ready?” He smiled.
The Brazilian literally jumped off the couch.
* * *
The two men approached the desk sergeant. “Can I help you?” The man had sun-streaked brown hair, a square jaw and platinum gray eyes. The tan CHP uniform fit him perfectly, highlighting and accenting his chiseled physique. The name tag read “Donovan”.
“We have an appointment with Captain Michaelides. My name is James Treaty. I spoke with someone this morning.”
Donovan smiled. “That was me. Hold on a moment. Let me see if Cap is in his office.” He picked up a phone and dialed a number. As he was waiting for an answer, he gave Bastian a thorough once-over and licked his lips. “Nice shirt, stud ... what’s your name?”
Bastian beamed. “Bastian Ferreira, chefe. Thank you!”
Someone answered. “Hey Pete, it’s Jerry. Ariane’s care package is here. Is Cap around? Okay, I’ll send them up.” He put the phone down. “Take the elevator to the third floor, make a right and follow the corridor all the way down. Captain Michaelides’ office is the one at the end.”
* * *
News spread quickly. As the two got off the elevator, they were greeted by other officers - all tall, tanned and muscular in well-tailored uniforms and boots - with smiles, nods and pats on the back that lingered a bit longer than necessary. Bastian looked like a little boy on Christmas morning. As they approached Michaelides’ door, it swung open.
“C’mon in fellas. I’m Officer Fairchilde. Cap got stuck on a conference call. He’ll be right out.”
Treaty’s cock was so hard it hurt. Every patrolman he saw was handsomer than the one before and from the way his gaydar was buzzing, every one of them would be showing Bastian a good time. Fairchilde was as heroically built as the other CHP officers; he had wide shoulders and powerful arms; his pale bronze hair was shot through with threads of copper and his moss-green eyes and bright white smile held a wickedly mischievous gleam.
The door to the inner office opened and both James and Bastian gasped. Captain Michaelides was commandingly tall with midnight-black hair and deep blue-violet eyes. A small black soul patch was centered under his lower lip and his uniform clung sinfully tight to his magnificent physique. Tall black boots - polished to a deep rich glow - ended just below the knee. The double bars of his collar brass gleamed in the sunshine streaming through the large windows of his office.
“Sorry for not meeting you in person, but I had to take that call.” He put out his hand. “Constantine Michaelides.” The captain’s voice sent chills down the enforcer’s spine. There was something immeasurably seductive in his tone combined with a deep well of empathy and an effortless command of power.
I wonder if he’d strip-search me if I asked. Begged. “No problem, sir. Ms. Zutrovna asked me to take care of Bastian until I brought him to you this afternoon.”
“Thanks, Jimmy. Giaan and Ariane both speak very highly of you. I’m sure you’ve kept him happy and healthy ... isn't that right, son?”
“Sim, capitao! E verdade! Senhor James has been very good to me!” He nodded vigorously.
“Glad to hear it.” The captain slowly ran a hand down the deep crevasse between the Brazilian’s pecs and continued down until he gently squeezed Ferreira’s swollen crotch. The hairless man moaned in pleasure. "Officer Fairchilde is going to get you ready. I think you'll like it here."
Rob snaked an arm around Bastian's tight waist. "C'mon, handsome ... let's go. I hear you like latex?" The two left the captain's office, leaving Connie and James together.
Michaelides sat on the edge of his desk. Treaty couldn't help but stare at the massive bulge in the captain's crotch; it took all of his self-control not to drool.
"You from Boston, Jimmy?"
He smiled. "Close, Captain. Roxbury. We still think of it as a separate town instead of a Boston neighborhood."
"How long have you been out here?"
"It's coming up on two months, sir." Damn, his voice is like velvet and steel...
Connie stood up and held James by the waist. His thumbs traced lazy circles over the enforcer's tight obliques. Combined with staring into the deep blue eyes, James felt ready to collapse.
"Feel free to visit Bastian any time you want ... I know it's hard to meet folks out here - I'm from Montana myself and I was lucky to have the men at Santa Monica Division to show me around ..."
The captain ran soft lips across the enforcer's squared jaw. "... and I'm sure some of my officers here would enjoy meeting you, too."
* * *
Rob and Bastian arrived at his large house. The bicha stared at it in amazement.
"Is this your house, Tenente?"
"It's also your house now, Bastian. My partner Joe and I live here. We'll be taking care of you and be responsible for keeping you kitted out. And I'm not a lieutenant - I leave that crap to Josh and Perry."
Fairchilde unlocked the door and the two men entered. The CHP officer wrapped powerful arms around the Brazilian and slid his hands past the waistband of the shorts. Rob cupped the hard muscles of Bastian's ass as he pulled him into a deep kiss. Ferreira responded in kind by running his hands through the bronze-copper hair and grinding his crotch into the breeches of the patrolman.
"Mmmm ... let's get you fixed up, handsome."
* * *
Patrolman and property entered one of the rooms that was used for preparing participants for the adult films. Rob began to undress, removing his boots and hanging shirt and breeches onto a hanger. He stuffed his thick socks into the Dehners and adjusted the waistband of his overloaded jock. When he turned around, the Brazilian had stripped naked and was eyeing him appreciatively.
"You are muito bonito, Senhor Rob." He smiled.
"So are you, stud." Rob eyed the man in front of him critically. "Turn around?" He twirled his finger in a circle.
Bastian complied. "Mmm-hmmm." The officer stroked the other man's powerful arms. "Okay, flex for me?"
The Brazilian looked confused. "O quê? Eu não entendo, Senhor..."
Rob did a front double biceps pose. "Ahhh ... okay!" Bastian copied the gesture. Rob ran his hands along the rock-hard muscles of the hairless man.
"I think the Spexter will fit you the best." He opened another closet and took out a slick, black rubber catsuit. Bastian noticed that it included feet and hands. His pulse quickened. The attached hood drooped over the front. Rob also opened a drawer and removed several belted rubber restraints as well as some other items. Ferreira's cock purpled with lust and grew even harder.
Fairchilde pulled on a pair of surgical gloves and opened up the bottles of Gun Oil. He handed one to the tattooed slave. "Rub this on, Bastian - I'll do the parts you can't reach."
With the two of them working together, the Brazilian was soon completely covered with a slick layer of the lube. Rob pulled off the gloves.
He held the other man's face in his hands. "Are you afraid of the dark, Bastian?"
"No, senhor ... why?"
"I want to put a blackout hood on you under the Spexter. This way you'll be able to tell the difference between policemen faster. Your other senses will work better when you can't see."
Ferreira gave the officer a tentative look. "Okay, senhor Rob ... you not going to hurt me?"
Rob gave him a soft kiss. "Never, Bastian. Never. No one is ever going to hurt you here." He shook out the suit. The other man smiled in relief.
"Let's get you dressed."
The rubber Master started with the blackout hood. It was made of thin latex, with openings for only the nose and mouth. He pulled it over Bastian's skull and smoothed it over his face, adjusting the ears and making sure his property could breath well. He stroked the featureless ebon face and trailed a finger around the sensuous lips.
"Everything all right, handsome?"
"Sim, senhor." Fairchilde could feel the slave trembling in anticipation. He led him over to a stool and pushed him down.
Rob positioned the Brazilian's leg and slid the latex over his foot. Thanks to the lube on his skin (as well as that in the suit) it slid on and with a slight "plop" the foot slipped into the attached sock. Fairchilde repeated the procedure with the other leg.
"Stand up, Bastian."
The CHP officer proceeded to pull the catsuit up over the bicha's body. Legs were soon encased and muscles flexed and moved under the dark second skin. Rob reached around and guided the thick cock into the attached sheath. With a squeeze, he popped the heavy scrotum into the waiting rubber sac. With pleasure, he looked at the massive black tool now jutting out from the slave's crotch. Mmmm ... that horsecock is even bigger than Phil's.
The transformation continued. Chest and back were covered in inky blackness; muscles in his arms and shoulders now flexed under the thin latex. Rob pulled the lower zipper up to the middle of the slave's back - the massive pecs and 8-pack abs were highlighted by the slick material.
Rob gently pulled back Bastian's head and pulled the attached hood over the other man's face. Silvery, sightless orbs stared back at the rubber Master as Rob adjusted the nose holes and mouth of the mask. He pulled the top zipper down to the back of Ferreira's neck.
"How does that feel, stud?"
"Extraordinário, senhor!!" The exposed mouth curled into a delighted grin. Tightly covered latex hands stroked the black chest and pinched hard nips. Rob pulled the lower zipper up to meet it's partner; he then took a small padlock and fastened the pulls together. The slave shivered.
"There's more to come, Bastian..." Fairchilde took the body harness and slipped it over the rubber-covered shoulders and began fastening the straps tightly around the promethean frame.
"This may hurt a bit, handsome - but I'll try to be quick ..." Rob grabbed the massive rubber-covered ballsac and cock and squeezed them through the ring at the bottom of the harness. The slave hissed in pain as his equipment was forced through the second steel prison. Fairchilde took the lower strap and brought it up around his perineum and buckled it in place between the latex-covered globes of Ferreira's ass.
"Just a few more things, and we're done." The CHP officer said as he picked up the remaining rubber restraints.
* * *
BASTIAN
Being covered in latex was another one of my fantasies - being locked into it was even better. When Senhor Rob put the first hood on me, I was frightened, but the thrill of feeling the rubber being pulled over my body was more than enough to overcome that. I can't begin to explain the thoughts I had when the lieutenant (I still think of senhor Rob like that) snapped that first padlock shut - here I was: thousands of miles away from Sao Paolo, in a rich policeman's house, blinded and locked in rubber!
My latex-covered hands rubbed the oily smoothness of my chest and I stroked myself until I felt ready to explode. I couldn't see, but when I felt the rubber harness being fastened over my body I knew it was making me look even more like a sexy rubber toy. I nearly collapsed when meu mestre strapped the rubber collar around my neck as well as the bands around my wrists and ankles and locked them shut too. He told me they wouldn't be coming off for a while.
He pushed me onto my back on a table and started to stroke my chest. I pulled my legs up and back and Senhor Rob opened the bottom zipper and rubbed my pucker with more lube.
I felt the head of his dick rub against me. "A bicha gosta de dar o cu' de frango assado, sim??" ("The fag loves to to get fucked, yes?", ed.)
"Si, Mestre! Si!" I screamed when he rammed his tool into me. I lost track of time while he fucked me so hard that I felt my brains rattling in my skull. At some point, I think I passed out because I woke up and found myself sitting against a wall with the lower zipper closed and the rubber strap again buckled around my ass. I heard voices approaching me and I could feel the "thump" of heavy boots on the floor.
"Nice, Rob ... really nice!"
"You've outdone yourself this time, dude ... who is he, the new rookie?"
"Damn! I don't know what turns me on more - the suit or the effing locks!"
I heard Senhor Rob's voice. "He's a little gift from Ariane and Lucio. And he's our permanent rubber toy. The more you fuck him, the happier he is - isn't that right, boy?"
I turned my face towards my owner's voice and smiled.
"Sim, senhor." I licked my lips; I felt someone approach me and I blindly reached out. My latex-covered hands felt the boots and ran fingers slowly up powerful legs. I got up on my knees. I heard a zipper being pulled down and strong hands pull me forward. A thick cock pressed against my lips and I opened wide to take it in.
I couldn't ask for more.
* * *
“I’m impressed, Jimmy ... you’ve improved a lot in two weeks.”
Giaan smiled up at Treaty as he lay panting on the floor. A completely unanticipated judo throw put Lucio’s intelligence chief on the mat. The desi mobster was naked save for his orange jockstrap; James stood over him in a pair of grey cutoffs. The waistband of an electric blue jock peeked over his heather shorts.
“I guess you win this time.” Khamar pulled off the jock and his thick pole sprung to attention. He sat up on his elbows and grinned at his protege.
“It’s all your doing, sir. And I want to thank you and Ms. Zutrovna for trusting me with the Brazilian assignment.” Treaty pulled the rest of his clothing off and tossed it in the corner; he walked over to the cabinet and removed a bottle of lube. The enforcer poured a generous amount onto Khamar’s tool and then slowly lowered himself onto the waiting cock.
“You’ve got a lot of potential, Jimmy ... I want to develop that.” Khamar’s legs twined around Treaty’s trim waist and strong arms wrapped around the other man’s neck as he pulled him down for a deep kiss. He licked the delicate arch of the enforcer's ear.
"Next time, I draw blood." he whispered.
* * *
After I had finished "Matchless" I was on a roll. For some reason, I had gone through a really dry spell recently and I want to thank both my buddies MaskedFreak and Hank for helping me keep this blog fresh.
Ariane's story was my first foray into het sex. I really would love to get feedback on how you think I did with that. Myself, I think I was channeling Barbara Cartland as I wrote it.
I'm continuing to explore my writing styles - in this story, I've mixed points-of-view from each of the major characters; I truly feel that switching from James, to Bastian, to the Narrator made this a stronger story than had I kept it single-threaded. Again, readers - please let me know how you liked this.
But I left a lot of loose ends coming into this story. What happened to Jimmy? What was going to happen to Bastian? In my tale "Encasement", I had left the possibility open for "rubber toys" at SMD - either patrolmen who would volunteer for the duty (and remain anonymous) or Rob and Joe would somehow obtain a "permanent" toy for their use.
Joao/Bastian fell right into place for the latter alternative. Lucio hates to waste anything - so the man who betrayed him becomes a plaything for the men at SMD.A word to the wise: I never "just" put something into a story - there's always a reason behind it. So, while it may not make sense to you immediately, rest assured that you will get that "A-ha!" moment sooner or later!
I'm also continuing my theme of Giambi's insidious influence - take a second read at Giaan's parting remark to James; not only has the desi hacker become a full fledged soldieri physically, his mental attitude has also changed and he has become more ruthless as well.
In this story, I'm wearing the Spexter suit with restraints and harness from SkinTightRubber. The blackout hood is from Eurocatsuits. All three of these companies are excellent to deal with. Responsive emails, fast shipping and super product!
