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   Jake Returns Part 5

   Even though I felt guilty about being with Jake that afternoon, I fucked
Allie that evening.  She didn't get very excited while I pumped her pussy
with my little cock.  However, she did get off when I ate her pussy
afterwards.

   Jake and I started spending more time together.  Several times a week,
we would spend an evening watching sports on ESPN.  Allie seemed to approve
and could find other things to do when Jake and I got together.  Of course
she didn't know that watching sports usually involved Jake sitting in his
recliner watching his 42 inch plasma TV, while I knelt between his legs
sucking his cock.  Jake never forgot to make me wear my leash and collar
and sometimes he made me suck for more than a hour before he fed me his
cum. At first I noticed that my knees were getting rug burned.  Then I
started applying Vaseline intensive care lotion to my knees before I went
to Jakes.  It helped a lot.  After a couple of weeks, I was getting used to
the situation.  One evening after Jake collared me and had me servicing him
for about ten minutes.  Suddenly he pulled out and walked over to the
closet and came back with a brown paper bag.  He handed me the bag and I
looked inside and saw two fleet enemas and a tube of KY.  Jake told me to
go to the bathroom and clean and lube myself.  I felt a sinking feeling in
my stomach, but I didn't argue.  As I walked into the bathroom, Jake yelled
after me to call him when I was done.  It took about 15 minutes to flush my
ass and lubricate it.  I felt like I was an unwilling bride on her wedding
night.  When I finally finished the disgusting task, I called to Jake.  I
was surprised when he came into the bathroom wearing a pair of latex
surgical gloves carrying a plastic bag full of crushed ice.  Jake took hold
of my leash and led me over to the vanity where he had me bend at the waist
with my legs spread wide and my arms and hand supporting me on the vanity
top.  After telling me that I was really going to enjoy this, he wrapped
the ice in a thin towel and applied it to my scrotum.  Reaching around
behind me he inserted his middle finger up my ass a short was and started
feeling around.  Suddenly a wild feeling hit me as his finger hit a certain
spot.  Jake said "This is your prostate, Joe.  It's really sensitive isn't
it?" I just moaned and squirmed as I felt him gently stroking on it.  Jake
told me to take hold of the towel with the ice in it and hold it in place.
It was cold but not unbearable.  With his now free hand, Jake took hold of
my leash where it attached to the collar and used it to hold my head in
place close to the counter top.  Bent over as I was, I had a clear view of
my little cock.  The application of the cold pack had made it really tiny.
Jake's gentle stroking of my prostate was causing a new and strange
sensation.  Suddenly, I could tell that there was something strange going
on.  I looked down at my cock and saw semen dribble out of my piss slit. 
This kept up for quite a while as Jake worked on me.  When the flow
stopped, Jake pulled his finger out.  Even though I didn't have an orgasm,
I felt weak all over especially in the knees.  Still holding me by the
short leash, Jake showed his superior strength by pulling me off the
counter and putting me on my knees.  I felt like a wet dishrag as he
inserted his half hard cock into my mouth.  Jake had made me kneel in the
puddle of my own cum.  I could feel its slippery texture underneath my
knees.  I was on autopilot as I started sucking.  Jake looked down at me
and said "That's a technique called prostate milking, Joe.  I learned to
use it on the boys that I had after you.  I have found that it really
relaxes them and makes it easier to take my cock in their asses." It only
took a few seconds for Jake's cock to get rock hard.  Again using the short
leash, Jake put me back in the same position over the vanity top.  He
slowly worked his big cock into my well lubricated asshole.  I was too weak
from the prostate milking to put up much of a struggle or for that matter
to even squirm around that much.  After he got his cock in all the way, he
took his time fucking me.  While he worked away, he kept complimenting me
how tight and smooth my ass felt.  It did not feel good to me.  It felt
like my asshole was on fire and with every stroke I could feel my inner
organs being pumbled.  But somehow the relaxed feeling from the milking
made it not as bad as I had remembered.  Jake finally pushed in deep and
shot his load while he did a lot of moaning from joy.  After he pulled out,
he handed me a roll of paper towels and told me to clean up the mess that I
had made on the floor.  I had cum a lot from the milking and the activity
that followed had spread it around.  I cleaned my cum off my legs and then
cleaned the floor.  When I got to the living room, Jake was still naked
sprawled out on the couch with his feet on the coffee table.  My asshole
was really sore.  Jake made a comment about how funny I was walking and
then told me to get us a couple of beers.  We sat on the couch and watched
the last few minutes of a football game.  I could feel Jake's cum oozing
from my asshole.  During the first commercial that came along, Jake told me
that it wouldn't hurt as much after my ass got broken in.  He also told me
that he had another, better way to milk my prostate and we would try that
soon.  I didn't ask any follow up questions.  After the game, as I walked
home, I felt like I was going from one world into another.  Allie was
having her period, so there would be no fucking that night.  It was a good
thing because I could feel that there was no way that I could get a hard
on. That evening Allie hinted that although she was having her period she
might be willing to take care of me another way.  I never inquired whether
this meant a hand job or a blow job.  I just quickly told her I was tired
and could wait.  She hadn't offered me a blow job or hand job in years, so
refusing her offer was killing me, but I knew that I wouldn't be unable to
perform.

   Continued in Part 6

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