Ted insisted he was straight, but Alan said otherwise. Alan had a convincing argument, especially since Ted visited every evening after work and fucked him like a schoolboy. "You think a nellie boy can fuck you like this?" Ted said while fucking Alan over a coffee table. "No sir," was Alan’s usual reply. Ted had a weird gig going. It wasn’t a daddy fetish, and it wasn’t a discipline fetish in the usual sense of S&M. It was more like an obedient fetish. He liked to feel power over Alan, and since Alan liked being passive when it came to sex it was a perfect match. "Only you get fucked like this," Ted would hiss, "because you’re my personal fuckhole. Right?" "Yes sir." Ted would often mention how he never fucked his wife like he fucked Alan, and Alan figured it was true by virtue of Ted never fucking his wife anymore at all. Ted was gay, but he lived in denial and Alan didn’t mind the game. Alan got fucked every evening and never had any strings attached. What could be better? "Tell me how you like it," Ted barked, "tell me how you like me to stab my dick deep inside you." "You know how I like it, I like you to fuck me like an animal." And that, Ted did. He pressed his palms into Alan’s back between the shoulder blades, and mashed Alan’s face into the carpet beside the table. Ted squatted, straddling Alan’s raised ass and fucked Alan relentlessly. Deep slam after deep slam after deep slam. It was all about Ted and Ted getting off, it seemed as if he never cared about Alan’s needs. Luckily for Alan, this was what he liked. Ted rarely fucked Alan once then went home to his family. He took charge of Alan for the duration of his visit and violated him in any number of ways. He’d always start out fucking Alan, as a sort of warm up. Then he’d dismount and probe Alan’s asshole with whatever he felt like using that day. Today, Alan heard the slap of a latex glove, then felt Ted jab a few fingers up his ass. "Don’t fucking move," Ted told Alan, "because if it hurts, I’m not stopping." "Yes sir." Alan already knew the drill, it was more or less the same script, different props or positions each night. Alan stayed perfectly still while Ted violently probed his asshole, sticking in more fingers at will and shoving them deeper on whim. After a short while, Alan felt Ted’s knuckles pressing at his rim, he gritted his teeth knowing that Ted would just force his way in. And Ted did. Once Alan’s sphincter settled around Ted’s wrist, it felt quite good. Ted massaged Alan’s prostate gland, and watched Alan’s face for a reaction. Alan liked it, liked it a lot, but he didn’t dare show Ted. Alan’s face was stone. "You like that, don’t you?" "Yes, sir." The words were barely out of Alan’s mouth when Ted made a hard fist that sent a small jolt through Alan’s body. Ted unclenched, then clenched his fist inside Alan, then started to jerk himself off. Alan, as usual, stayed completely still. Ted twisted his hand inside Alan’s rectum, still making fists and jerking off. Alan knew Ted would come pretty quickly, as the rush of any experiment on Alan’s asshole sent a rush through Ted’s body almost instantly. Alan could feel Ted’s wad starting to splatter on his back, and roll slowly downward toward the back of his head, that was still pressed against the floor. "Okay, you can jerk yourself now." "Yes sir." Alan stroked his cock slowly, preparing for Ted’s removal of his fist. Ted twisted his hand inside Alan and pulled back until it finally slipped out. Ted peeled off the glove, dropped it on the floor, then got dressed. Alan remained prone, jerking himself. Ted grabbed his keys and left. Alan blew his wad. He knew he’d see his cousin again tomorrow night, and couldn’t wait.