Chapter Four

Charlie woke with a jolt. Morning sunlight filled the living room through the large window that looked out on the backyard. The room glowed, and tiny particles were illuminated as they lazily wandered about the air. There was total silence, save for Sam's quiet breathing.

He laid like this for a few minutes, then at last and very gingerly, he slid off of the couch and out from under Sam's hand. He spent some time in the kitchen, getting familiar with what was available. He settled on preparing a solid breakfast of colorful cereal and a cosmic brownie. He gently sat the meal on the end table to Sam's left, then set about cleaning the living room. He thought for a moment about getting dressed, but decided that there was no reason now. Plus, he enjoyed the freedom quite a lot.

He was just finishing putting both his and Sam's clothes in a pile on one of the comfy-looking chairs in the living room, when he heard Sam wake up. "You make a good pillow," he joked, and motioned to the food. Thankfully the cereal had not yet gotten soggy.

Sam said, "You know that you're free now, right? You don't need to do all of this."

"It's the least I could do. Besides, I'll win next time," Charlie replied, and stuck his tongue out. It felt nice to see that the friendship that existed before the crazy night before was still there and not changed in a negative way.

Sam finished his food, and then awkwardly said, "Um, sorry if I was rough yesterday. Your butt is a little bruised . . .." He looked down at the floor.

Charlie laughed. "I wasn't going easy on you, either. Besides, I know I'm tougher, so I can handle more." He smirked, and Sam seemed to relax.

"Oh, yeah? I'll keep that in mind."

Charlie could not believe how normal this all felt. They spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon talking, joking, playing video games--never taking a moment to dress. It just felt natural, somehow.

At last, he worked up the courage to say, "Hey, so yesterday was awesome. And I'm happy that we're such good friends even with all this." He gestured around to nothing particular. Sam had paused his game, and was listening attentively. Charlie went on. "I, uh, really want this whole ownership thing to keep going, but only by one of us earning it." He wiped his sweaty palms on his bare thighs. "I'm totally open if you are. No limits, outside of obviously batshit crazy stuff." He shifted his eyes away, but Sam was smiling kindly.

Sam placed a hand on Charlie's knee. "That all sounds pretty great to me. What ideas did you have in mind?"

Charlie blushed. "You'll find out."

Sam chuckled. "Well, yes sir. The winner owns the loser completely, no rules. Just a day at a time."

"Deal!" Charlie buzzed, ecstatic. He was also hard as a diamond, he realized suddenly. His brain was overloading. He had to try. "Get on your fucking knees," he growled. When Sam did not respond, Charlie slapped Sam's thigh harder than he meant to, but it was effective. Sam slid to the floor in front of Charlie. "Who owns you?"

Sam, who seemed to have recovered from the shock a bit, stuck his tongue out and said, "No one."

Charlie snarled. He wanted that power, he burned for it. He lunged forward, sending Sam to the floor and flipping him over in one movement. The living room echoed with smacks and Sam's howls. His ass was already sore, so this would be easy, Charlie knew. He delivered two more hard hits, then an idea struck him.

He spread Sam's ass cheeks apart, and with his other hand he sent down a blow targeted at the man's smooth asshole. The howl that followed was more pained than before, and Charlie grinned. He repeated the attack again and again, until Sam was writhing and crying out. But the stubborn fuck wouldn't give up.

Charlie suddenly rolled Sam to his back, and sandwiched his head with his thighs. He rubbed his balls all over Sam's face, only pausing to turn back and smack Sam on the cock with all the **** his tired muscles could muster.

Still Sam resisted. Charlie almost gave up, when from his position smothered under Charlie's balls, Sam whimpered, "You win." Charlie rolled off of the defeated man and panted hard. Sam's cock was bright red, along with his chest that Charlie had used as a seat. Still out of breath, Charlie struggled until Sam was on his stomach again, who was sniffling and offering no semblance of fight.

Charlie was surprised to see how colored Sam's ass had become. His own fingerprints could be seen at the end of several finger-length welts. he rubbed Sam's stinging asshole gently. "Good bitch." He felt Sam tense at the name. "You didn't have to fight so hard." They said 'no rules,' right?

He moved to the couch, and contentedly looked down at his prize. There was so much that he wanted to do! He absentmindedly played with his cock as he watched Sam on the floor.

After some time, he stood once more. He grabbed a handful of Sam's thick, dark hair, and pulled the man to his knees. He led Sam by the hair to the back door, then motioned for Sam to leave the house and crawl out onto the deck that sprawled out from the door. Sam looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, but it was a wasted effort.

Charlie knelt down, and stuck two fingers into Sam's mouth, deep enough to make him gag just a bit. "Never, ever, disobey me, bitch." He wiped his fingers on Sam's face, and slid the patio door open. A wave of heat rushed in through the threshold; summer was at its peak, and this was the peak of that time. Sam whined, but dejectedly moved on hands and knees out onto the deck. He was thankful now for deciding to put in the oversized privacy fence last year.

Charlie found a tennis ball, and took a seat in a comfortable deck chair that was just hot enough to not burn his bare skin. He tossed the ball out into the large, manicured yard, and waved for Sam to chase it. The man hung his head, but set out to retrieve it. When Sam returned, ball in mouth, Charlie grabbed his hair firmly again. "Chase after it like a good dog."

He threw it again, deeper into the spacious yard. He was pleased to see his doggy take off much quicker this time, his cock and balls bouncing all about. This game continued for a long time, until Sam was glistening and shining with sweat. Even Charlie's skin was beaded all over with sweat, and he hadn't even been moving!

Sam collapsed beside Charlie's throne. Charlie went inside, and came back with a large bowl almost overflowing with cold water. Sam was visibily drooling for it, Charlie noted, amused. "Take it, boy," he encouraged. His puppy lunged at the bowl, and made a huge mess as he slurped and licked it up. Charlie ran his hand down Sam's defined back muscles, down the curve of his thick ass, and back up again, gliding along the sheen of sweat. His tattoos seemed to move like living things in this light. He wanted to take his pet for a long walk around the neighborhood, he thought. But . . . another time. He patted Sam's butt. "Good boy."

The bowl was empty now, and Sam's face and dark hair were dripping wet, as was a large area of the wood deck. Sam knelt beside Charlie, and placed his head on Charlie's thigh. Charlie grinned, and nodded off in the comforting heat.

He jumped awake a half hour later with a thought. He had a dog collar in his car! He had one for the times that his mom had asked for him to take care of her dog while she was on vacations. He looked down and saw Sam sleeping in the shade casted by his chair. The man looked peaceful. The fuzzy little green ball was resting by his feet.

Charlie stood as carefully as he could, and went inside. The powerful air conditioning nearly knocked him off his feet, and his balls shriveled up tight, sweat cooling rapidly. His car sat parked in Sam's driveway, fully exposed to the quiet neighborhood. Fuck, he thought. I don't want to get dresssed! He decided at last to very loosely wrap a towel around his waist, and dashed out to his car. He was back inside with the door closed long before anyone could see him.

Sam woke a bit later, and his eyes went wide when he noticed the collar and leash that Charlie lazily held in his hand. Charlie grinned, and clicked on the collar before Sam could move. "Now you look the part," he joked. He yanked on the leash, sending Sam jerking forward. He whimpered, but Charlie swore that he could see a tiny smile on the man's face, just for a flash.

Charlie stood and walked along the perimeter of the yard, Sam dutifully beside him. They walked to the gate at the center of the fence opposite the patio door. "Doggy wanna go for a walk?" Charlie teased. Sam's deeply tanned skin went white. Only forest laid on this side of the yard, no houses. But people might see anyway!

Charlie loved seeing his friend, usually so confident, squirming now. He opened the gate and dragged Sam through it. He slapped Sam's ass once to discourage fighting back, and said, "Better do what I say. Someone might hear that ass getting hit."

He had no intention at this time of taking Sam into the forest, but he let him believe the opposite for a few minutes. Just as he turned go back into the safety of the yard, he noticed Sam's package. His dick was brutally hard, but his balls were shrunk up tight from the nerves, Charlie guessed. He laughed and cupped them. "Boy, somebody really is scared!" Sam whined and wiggled his hips as Charlie rubbed his balls. "Alright, boy. Get inside." He dropped the leash, and Sam took off into the yard.

He, however, took his time. The air on his body felt incredible, especially in the shade of the massive trees that made up this forest. But when he came inside, he was shocked to see Sam, collarless, and starting up a video game!