Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Arthur Kay Title: Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 6) Gettin' Rich! Part: 6 of 6 Summary: ''Scooter' teaches his best friend Richie what The Duke taught him. Keywords: M, MM, oral, anal, ws WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now. Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real world. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 6): Gettin' Rich! by Arthur Kay A few days after The Duke had told me all about my friend Richie, how Richie had sucked The Duke off and taken it up the ass, I was still flabbergasted. It was like learning that your best friend really has two heads, but you can only see one of them. Richie, for crissakes! I had never thought about Richie in any way but as a pal, but now that I knew his little Dukie secret, he took on a different aura. We had, as mentioned, masturbated together while leering at my French playing cards, and I had seen him spurt his loads many times into a paper napkin, but I had not given it any other thought whatsoever. As I've said, we each didn't have a gay bone in us. But now, the idea of us "doing" each other had an irresistible sexual appeal to me and I made up my mind that any fantasy I was harboring could, and would, become a reality. After all, I reasoned, how hard could it be to set it up? Richie was around my age and basic overall proportions, but I knew, and I knew he knew, that in future years he would be the handsomer of us. I wasn't exactly chopped liver, but whereas he would be looked upon as handsome, I'd be considered cute. Which was fine with me. Regardless of how Richie looked, or would eventually look, he didn't, per se, turn me on. I didn't sit around saying to myself, "Gee! I can't wait to have him in my arms and plant wet kisses on those Adonis-like lips!" Far from it. To me at the time and, even today, he was just Richie. Nothing more and nothing less. However, now that I liked cock a tad, I saw the sexual possibilities and that turned me on. That and the fact that I was now picturing fucking someone. I had to know what that was like, for I hadn't, so far anyway, fucked anything but my fist. Five fingered Mary. Like The Duke, I also had a clubhouse. Whereas his clubhouse was in a house, mine was in the basement of an apartment building. My father, the building's super, had set aside an 8' x 12' storage room for my personal use, complete with a lockable door. It was where Richie and I whacked off. It was also where I raised many types of tropical fish, kept all my books, board games, my stamp collection, and sundry other items. It was furnished, if you could call it that, with 6 fish tanks of varying sizes, a large bookcase, a two-seated settee, two folding chairs, and a table for board game playing. If it matters, the floor was gray painted concrete and three of the walls were wooden planks. One wall, the street-facing wall, was brick. It was the only wall that had paint on it, a pure white. There was also a one-foot by three-foot mirror hung on the inside of the door. There were only two ways to get down to the basement. The elevator, which was less than 20 feet from my clubhouse, and a door about 40' away. No one ever used the door, including my father, for it was old and made a helluva noise when opened. Thus, I could hear anyone coming down to the basement simply by listening for the elevator doors to open. The only reason any of the tenants had to venture down there was to do their laundry. This occurred rarely because most folks had a washer and dryer in their apartments. Thus, I was rarely ever bothered in my private little haven. Anyway, I was in my clubhouse when I heard the elevator come down. A moment later I heard the my secret knock: Knock, knock, knock. Three short raps. Clever, eh? I opened the door and there stood Richie, looking bright and chipper. "Hey, man, what's happening?" he said, sauntering in. I wasted no time. "Nothing, cuz," I said jovially. "I was just getting ready to deal out some cards. You want a hand?" He knew what I meant and said, "Sure!" Masturbation, here we come! I locked the door and went to get the French deck. When I had them and turned back around I saw he had wasted no time, either. He was plopped out on the settee, his shorts and underpants down around his ankles, and his cock wobbling in his hand. Aside from his blue tee shirt, he was now basically naked. Can you set the stage for a seduction any better than this? Yes. Add my hardon to the stage. OK. Done. I pulled up a folding chair and placed it about a foot closer to him than I normally did. I was now less than 3' away from where he sat. If he noticed the difference, he didn't bother to mention it. With my back to my chair, I slowly pulled off my shorts and underpants. I didn't rush it because I wanted to check his reaction. I watched his face. Yep, he had glanced at my cock. For more time than would be considered polite, if you get my drift. I stood there a minute or so, my erection pointing right at his face, and made some small talk concerning the French cards. As I yammered away he was taking little sneak peeks at my dick and I noticed his own cock was getting fairly erect. Still standing in front of him I said, "Man, oh, man, my cock is exceptionally hot today. Guess it's 'cause I haven't given it a yank in a while." "Shit," he said. "I haven't beaten mine in over two weeks! Been too busy with family crap, you know?" I nodded and said, "Wow, you must have some load built up!" I was still standing, but now I was massaging my dick and balls. Right in front of him. He was doing the same to himself. "Yeah," he said. "It's gonna be a two tissue day!" I laughed. He laughed. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. My mouth felt dry. My legs felt wobbly. His mouth must have felt dry, too, because he kept running his tongue over his lips after talking. With trembling hands, I gave him part of the deck. My legs got even wobblier, so I sat down. I didn't miss the fact that his eyes had followed my crotch from standing to sitting. He pulled his eyes off of me and put them on the cards in his hands. His free hand was now massaging his plump cockhead as he gave the cards the once over. I let a minute go by and then started the ball rolling. "I guess, Richie, by now you know that I'm The Duke's boy, dontcha?" The mere mention of The Duke had an electrifying effect on him. His eyes opened wide and he stared at me. He looked nervous. He stopped massaging his cock. "Y . . . Yeah, I know." was all he said, trying to compose himself. I felt he was ready to be led down the primrose path. "Tell me, Richie, how'd you find out?" A natural question, I thought, to get things going. He said, "Oh, I dunno, it's all around." Then he made a mistake by saying, "Maybe The Duke spread the word, you know, for his reputation." Talk about opening the door. "No, Richie, it wasn't The Duke. Shit, he plays it real cagey and doesn't want anyone to know. He hasn't even told me to mow that fucked up lawn of his for fear that someone sees me. Nah, it wasn't The Duke." I paused for effect. "I know! Maybe it was that Halverson kid. You know, the one who lives next door to Duke who's always poking his fat face out of his upstairs bedroom window?" Richie nodded and said, "Yeah, could be him all right." I pressed further. It was time to take the gloves off a tad. "Then again, Richie, you've been to The Duke's clubhouse a few times and no one is going around saying you're The Duke's boy. Right?" I waited, letting it sink in. "Ri . . . ri. . . right. I guess it wasn't Halverson, after all." He was sweating now. His prick had gone limp even though he was still fondling it. He knew I knew and I was now ready to move in for the kill. "Rich, don't be embarrassed! Duke told me all about your little visits. It's no big deal." I paused, gauging his reaction. "So you sucked his cock. So what? I did, too! It's no big deal! And you only did it a few times, he's got me doing it every day, come rain or come shine." "Really?" He seemed greatly relieved by my "confession." I noticed that his cock was beginning to harden up again. Good boy, Richie. Hang in there with me. We're halfway home. "Oh, yeah, cuz, every fucking day. Just like old Robbie used to do for him. You could say I've replaced Robbie as The Duke's personal cocksucker." I waited for this new confession to take hold. "Do . . . do . . . do you like doing it? Like Robbie did?" He had a full erection now. "Yeah. It's different, if you know what I mean?" He nodded. Yeah, he sure knew what I meant! I went on, "And it feels good, too. Why wouldn't it? So I like doing it. Didn't you like doing it?" The pregnant moment had arrived. Would he balk or join my team? "Well, kinda, I guess. It was different. Well, not the first time, maybe, but . . . " It was time to delve a little deeper with my new teammate. "Yeah, me, too. I almost upchucked the first time, though. That fucking Duke has a dick like a horse, doesn't he?" He nodded, so I added. "I almost choked on the frigging thing. Did you choke on it, too?" Again I waited. A short while passed before he spoke. "Yeah, he's fucking large, all right! I thought I'd choke to death when he told me to swallow all of it." Richie was opening up to me. I laughed and said. "Yeah, me, too. But I managed to do it. Did you?" "Yeah, kinda. But Duke was pissed that I couldn't take the last inch!" Richie was getting into it now. "But, man, it was just too fucking big! How'd you do it?" I grinned. He couldn't be riper, could he? School was in session and I had a rapt pupil. True, I was feeling very predatory, but I didn't let that get in the way of anything. I sensed that he was up for it and it was only a matter of time. I told Richie how to suppress the gag reflex and that by going very slowly, half-inch at a time, it was easy. Richie listened with open ears and a fascinated look on his face. He nodded here and there as I outlined how to deep-throat someone's dick. I stood up, turned sideways to him, and moved a foot closer. My hardon was pointing straight out. For his benefit I forced it to twitch up and down. Then I pointed to a place on cock and said, "See? When your mouth gets to around here, that's when the cock hits the gag reflex." I quickly checked his face. He was staring at my erection. "That's the time to start going real slow." Fuck it was time to get it on. I turned toward him, my hard cock less than a foot from his face. I didn't miss the subtle fact that he hadn't instinctively pulled back. Not an inch. In fact, he had actually moved forward on the settee, toward my dick. God, my mouth was dry! I licked my lips while I fondled my cock in front of him, and said, "Well, since we're both members in the Duke's cocksucker club, how about I show you how to do it, to take the whole enchilada? OK?" The ball is in your court, Richie. All he said, while fondling his dick, was, "OK." I knew he thought that I was going to drop to my knees and start blowing him, while spouting instructions, but I had other plans. I moved in even closer to his face, my hardon pointing directly at his lips. "Now, Rich," I said, pushing my cockhead to within an inch of his lips. "Put your mouth on it and don't move forward until I tell you to. OK?" He looked puzzled as he looked up to me. "OK, I . . . I guess," he said. "But you are gonna do me, too, aren't you?" He wanted to make sure the deal was going to be reciprocal. I was home. Score one for me. "Absolutely! But I want to teach you to take it all before you drop your load so you don't lose your, uh, your inspiration. Get it?" He nodded. It made sense to him, somehow. I, myself, had no fucking idea what I meant, but it had worked. I stood there and waited for the longest minute of my life. Then he leaned forward and put his right hand on the base of my stiff cock. It was elecrifying! I trembled immediately and let out a moan. He leaned in more and put his mouth on my cock's blood filled head. Wow! His mouth felt fantastic. The first mouth I'd ever felt on my cock. It was so hot and so wet. But toothy, too fucking toothy. "Richie! You're teeth are scraping me! Try to hide them behind your lips." He complied and I didn't feel his teeth at all after that. He continued sucking on me. Damn, I thought, it won't take me long to blow my nuts. I had to concentrate on my tropical fish to make sure I finished our little deep-throat lesson. After he had gone up and down on my cock a few times, driving me wild in the bargain, I told him to go the distance. I must be a good teacher for he hardly gagged at all. On only his second attempt I could feel his nose touch my pubic hairs. He was breathing heavily through his nose, as I had told him to do. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. It felt just too damn good. I reached out and tilted his chin up a bit. Looking him right in the eyes, I said, "Now, Richie, when I unload we don't want it to go straight to your gut. Do we?" Looking right up at me, he shook his head from side to side on my dick. "So, when I'm ready, you make sure that only the head is in your mouth. OK?" He nodded on my dick. "Good. Now suck it real good, taking it all on every third up and down stroke, and when it's ready to shoot I'll tell you and you get up to the head. OK?" Again, he nodded up and down on my dick, but this time adding an, "Mmm hmm." As he worked it, alternating with deep-throat and cockhead workings, I told him to roll his tongue around the underside. "That adds great pleasure," I said, "as you'll see when it's my turn to do you." He complied and went back to sucking me off, adding his tongue to the action. My lips were still dry, so I ran my tongue over them. I looked down at his bobbing head and I could hardly believe it was happening. Here he was, willingly, sucking me off. I stole a glance in the mirror from the door. I had positioned it to the side of the settee and could now see that his eyes were tightly shut. I tested my command voice. "Richie! Open your eyes!" I watched as he obeyed. "Good," I said. "When your eyes are closed you miss out on seeing what it is you're sucking on. Understand?" I watched him nod on my dick in the mirror. What fun! I reached out and took his head in both hands. As I deep-throat mouth fucked him I told him to play with my balls with his other hand. He complied, fondling my nutsack gently and expertly. As I sawed my cock in and out of his hot mouth he was gurgling and making slurping sounds with his lips. I was alternately my view of him by looking down at him and catching him in the mirror. Man, it was a hot scene! I was so hot. Then my moment came. "Now! It's ready! Here it comes!" He moved his mouth up to the cockhead area, like an obedient student, and waited. He didn't have long to wait. I busted out a deluge of cum. As I moaned up a storm I heard him moaning, too. He was obviously liking it as much as I was. It was obvious to me in the mirror view. I counted my spurts. Seven. More than my usual five. He had had a cum bath, no lie. I heard him audibly swallow three times and on the last swallow he moaned loudly. No doubt about it, Richie, like me, enjoyed sucking on a cock. And it's cum reward, too. When my last spurt was finished, I told him to keep sucking. "Get every drop, Richie!" He did, moving his mouth up and down my cock as it deflated itself. I pulled it from his mouth and sat down, drained and weak in the knees. He sat there just blinking and licking his lips, a stoned look on his face. "You did great, Rich! You took it all the way! Tell me, did you enjoy it, too?" He nodded, still blinking and licking his lips. I noticed that he had lost his hardon. He finally spoke. "Fuck," he said, laughing a bit. "You shot a lot! I thought you were gonna fucking drown me!" I laughed. He laughed. One cocksucker down, one to go. I left the chair and knelt between his knees and reached for his cock. As I put my hand around it, I said, "You ready for your turn?" I asked. "Yeah." was all he had in him to say. I leaned forward, but instead of taking his limp cockhead in my mouth, I aimed my head lower and put my mouth on his balls. He twitched in his seat, let out a grunt and then a moan, one right after the other. Now, when he had been doing me, I could have told him to suck my balls, but I didn't want to push things. That would come later. I looked up at him. "The trick is to get the balls nice and sloppy wet. Get lots of saliva in your mouth. Adds to the overall pleasure. Feel good?" He nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, man, it feels great!" I went back to sucking on his nuts, slopping them up real good. His cock twitched and started expanding, the cockhead pushing against my tongue. Richie instinctively reached out and put his hands on my shoulders, one on each side of my head. As he did, he moaned and moved forward slightly. It was time to suck him off. I took his semi-erection into my mouth and immediately deep-throated it. I stayed with my lips glued to his pubic hairs for a moment or two and then I travelled my wet lips and tongue up his shaft and slathered up his plump cockhead. I pulled my mouth off of him. "Good and wet!" I said. He moaned in agreement. I wondered if he was thinking of The Duke just then. His wetter is better stuff. What the hell, I thought, I might as well throw that in, too. I said, "Remember what The Duke liked to say? The wetter the better?" He nodded and said, "Yeah!" He had remembered all right. And I now knew for sure that he had gotten Duke's dick and balls all sloppy wet, too. And just from his "Yeah! I knew he had enjoyed it. In an effort to discover if Richie would follow all my orders, I made up my mind, then and there, not to ask anymore. If he was compliant it would serve me well in future. Now, it should be mentioned that in a fair fight, Richie could easily kick my ass. But I sensed that he was a giver, a pleasurer, and being slaved a bit would appeal to him. Besides, he had followed all my commands thus far. "Stand up!" I commanded. Without protest, he stood up, his cock now fully erect and pointing at the ceiling. "Now, Richie, before I suck you off, I want you to tell me you loved sucking me off." He failed to speak, so I threw him a harsher command. "Say it! Now! How you loved sucking my cock!" Looking me right in the eyes, he said, " I loved sucking your cock!" Then he ad-libbed. "Yeah, I guess I did! It felt good. Especially when you had it all the way in. And I did that without choking. I even when you spurted in my mouth. That was good, too." OK. We're hot now. "You liked the taste of my sperm, too. Right?" He nodded and said, "Yeah, it's strange tasting, but not bad." I decided to explore even further. "Much better than The Duke's piss, right?" I waited. I wasn't sure if The Duke had pissed in his mouth or not, but Richie didn't know that. He thought for a moment and I suspected he was wondering if I knew The Duke has pissed in his mouth. Finally, he answered. With a question. "Did The Duke piss in your mouth, too?" Case closed, I rest my case. "Yeah," I confessed. "And now he does most every time. It tastes, ha ha, like piss, but you know, it does have an excitement to it. Don't it?" I waited with bated breath. "Yeah, it's real nasty tasting. But you're right, it was kind of a turn on, in a strange way. Know what I mean?" I nodded. Boy, did I ever. I decided to push things even further. "You feel like pissing now?" I said with the world's driest lips. He got my drift and said, "Yeah, I could probably piss now." Man, I knew I could! The trick now was to get him to go first. I brought out my commanding voice again. "Richie, you do me first and then I'll do you! Then I'll wash it down with some of your sperm. On your knees, Richie!" He offered no resistance whatsoever. As he started to kneel I had to pinch the base of my prick to stop it from pissing too early. I now had to piss something fierce. In a moment, my cock was in his mouth. I unpinched the base and started spuming piss. The Duke had taught him well. He swallowed rapidly and didn't spill a drop on the gray cement. I pissed and pissed and pissed, not holding back at all. He kept up royally, swallowing audibly throughout. When I was finished and had pulled my cock from his mouth, I saw him make a yucky face. "Man, I don't think I'll ever get used to the taste!" "You will, Richie, just like I have. I didn't like it at first, either." He nodded. Then it was his turn to piss. I took his now limp dick into my mouth and waited. Time was passing and I thought he might not be able to go, but then he suddenly started his flow. The warm, bitter liquid quickly filled my mouth so I swallowed. He too pissed like a fucking racehorse, but when he was finished I didn't let him pull it out. I held him firmly in my mouth. I grabbed his ass cheeks, pulled him toward me, and proceeded to blowjob him. He got into the swing of things immediately by placing both hands on my head. In no time he went from semi-limp to fully hard. His 7" plus circumsized erection felt fantastic to my mouth and lips. I liked how his cockhead was shaped with a highly pronounced flanged ridge. As my lips bounced over the ridge I couldn't keep from moaning in pleasure and ecstacy. I felt him go down my throat on one of his forward thrusts so I pulled his ass toward me even more. We soon had a nice rhythm going as he mouth fucked me, deep-throating me with each inward thrust of his ass cheeks. I could smell the hot musk aroma emanating from his balls. I was in cocksucker heaven! We did this for five minutes or so and then he said, "I can't hold back, man. Here it comes!" I scooted back to his cockhead. The head swelled up and a second later I felt his warm juicy cum splash the back of my throat. As he let out a deep moan, I ran my tongue side to side. Four more solid spurts joined the first one in the back of my mouth. My mouth was now totally flooded, my tongue swimming in his cum. I swallowed with a big gulp as he unloaded even more cum. He was right, he had a load stored up. A big one, for sure. He came so much I had to swallow four times! When he had finished, I vacuum sucked him for another minute or so, listening to his constant moaning. Man, it was great! I removed my mouth from his cock and stood up. "Rich, you fucker, I thought I was gonna drown!" He laughed. I laughed. Two guys just having fun together. We got dressed and I showed him the new Molly and Guppy babies that had come along in last few days. We bullshitted idly for a bit and then it was time for him to go home to dinner. However, I wanted some assurance that we would have some rematches. "So, Rich, you want to do this on a regular basis now, or what?" I waited, nervously. "Shit yeah," he said. "Why, didn't you really like it?" Ha ha. Like it? I loved it. "Oh, yeah, I liked it. And I sure want to do it again. How's tomorrow sound?" All he said was, "Great by me!" Then he greatly surprised and delighted me by adding, "And I'll try to steal a few of my old man's brewskies. It'll help us piss!" In shock, all I could say was, "Great!" He had swallowed my piss and my cum. And had loved it. I knew, then and there, that getting him into ass-pussy fucking would be a snap. He left and I was still hot so I jerked off, still tasting his piss and cum in my mouth. Shit, I didn't need no stinkin' French playing cards, either! I came a hearty load into my palm and licked it up. Yummy! From there on we got together for sex almost every day for five plus years. We tried 69 quite often and managed to shoot off at the same time more than not. Mouth pissiing had also become a regular thing. On our third get together, I introduced ass-pussy fucking to the picture. He took to it immensely. Sometimes we'd take turns screwing each other, cumming in each other's ass. Other times I'd screw him and then give him a blowjob. And vice versa. Of course, his ass wasn't virgin. After all, The Duke had fucked him, which was something we discussed. Seems he had, after the initial pain of The Duke's oversized prick, thoroughly enjoyed it. Sometime during the first three months, The Duke happened to see the two of us together so he dragged our cocksucking asses to his clubhouse. He had us go through sexual hoops. Richie and I 69ing. Fucking each other. And both of us working The Duke's cock and balls, then switching places. He'd ass-pussy fuck one of us and have the other guy blow the one being fucked. He pissed in both our mouths, individually and at the same time. He had us piss in each other's mouths, too, while he supervised. Many times, The Duke would fuck one of us while that one was fucking the other. He also liked it when one of us fucked the other in a missionary position on his sofa. Duke would sit in a chair in front of the sofa and direct. "Fuck him harder!" "Now put your arms around him and your legs around his back!" "Kiss each other!" Then he'd join in by putting his stiff cock between our faces and ordering us to take turns sucking on it. When he'd cum he would shoot in one mouth and tell that guy to spit it back and forth with the other guy. While he watched. In other words, name it and he most likely had us do it. After one particularly hot session with The Duke, Richie and I ended up sitting on the swings in the playground behind the Junior High School. We were all keyed up and were in no hurry to go home. So we smoked some cigarettes and threw the bull. At one point in the lame conversation, Richie said, sounding serious, "You think it's all over the school?" I still had the vision of what we had done with The Duke swimming around in my head so I asked stupidly, "What's all over the school?" "You, me, and what we do with The Duke." Oh, I thought. "Nah," I said. "We'd have sure heard something by now, dontcha think?" "Guess so." He didn't sound too convinced. "Why?" I asked. "You worried we'll be labeled sickos?" "Yeah. Kinda. Aren't you?" "No, man, we are sickos, so what's to worry about?" He laughed. I went on. "I know I'm a fucking sicko, that's a given! Christ, I keep thinking about your fucking cock and The duke's fucking cock all the fucking time! I was in the fucking grocery store with my Mom yesterday and got a fucking hardon from looking at a fucking salami!" He laughed. I then added, "And from the fucking bananas, too!" He laughed again. I had thrown in all the fucking this and fucking that for comic effect. "Bananas?" he said. "Shit, I'm way sicker than you are! I was eating a fucking banana the other day and fuck all if I didn't start to fucking suck on it!" I now laughed. "You think that's fucking sick?" I threw back. "Shit! The other day in fucking class I got one fucking hardon when the fucking teacher used the word 'come!' and another when she used the word 'shoot!'" He laughed. I laughed and continued, "Yeah, and then, fuck all, she used the fucking word 'prick' in a fucking sentence! I wanted to fucking jerk off right then and there!" He laughed. He asked, "How'd she use the fucking word 'prick' in a fucking sentence?" "She was telling us how it was a fucking good idea to get fucking flu shots, you know? Well, one fucking girl yelled out that she hated fucking needles and the teach said, 'Oh, don't worry my dear, all you'll feel is a little prick!' Talk about being a fucking sicko, I wanted to fucking yell, 'Oh, yeah, well, I'd rather feel a big prick if it's any of your fucking business, lady!' Now, how's that for a fucking sicko?" We both laughed. "Shit! I can top that!" Richie said. "Sometimes after one of our fucking sessions with the fucking Duke I go home and fucking dream about it! In fucking color, no less! There's you, me, and fucking Duke going at it. It's so fucking vivid it wakes me up! Most times with a fucking erection. Sometimes the fucking erection dies right away and I can go back to fucking sleep. Other times, the fucking dick won't die until I choke it to fucking death!" I busted out laughing. I had no more examples to throw out, so I said, "Well, brother sicko, who fucking cares? We love doing it and can't get enough. So what? Fuck 'em all, anyway!" "Right on, cuz!" Richie said. "Uh, tell me, since it's still early, you up for some, uh, oral?" "Here? Now?" "Yeah, why not? I'm horned up a bit. Ain't you?" I did feel stirrings. I looked around. Darkness was coming down, it being winter and all. Not a soul was in sight. They were all home getting set to eat dinner. In the semi-darkness I felt Richie's hand grope my crotch. "What the fuck," I said. "Whip it out, sicko!" He did and I knelt and went down on him. Then he went down on me. We then went home with cum loaded throats to have din-din with the family. Two fucking cum-loving sickos. From here on in, it was The Duke and the two of us. The Duke even had Richie turn tricks each weekend with the gay guys. Sometimes, we'd be offered as a twosome. Many times to a pair of gay twin brothers. And, throughout it all, Richie and I still got together in my basement clubhouse. Shit, we couldn't get enough hard cock! And hot cum. Young and dumb and fulla cum! Right on, sicko! And, In case you're wondering, yeah, it was Richie that was in the gay fuck film with me. But that's another story! End. Duke's Sex Slave (Pt. 6): Gettin' Rich!