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Menace was an enforcer for a local motorcycle club. At just 24 years old, 5 foot 1 and 120 lbs, he still made enough of an impression that he made rival club members cringe and cross the street to avoid him. About a week after he finally recovered from an on-the-job injury, Menace begrudgingly approached Tank one Saturday morning for help only he could give. He pulled him aside to a quiet corner of the clubhouse.
Tank was a huge construction worker, at close to six feet and 350 lbs, almost all of it muscle. He was openly gay, and a well respected brother in the same club as Menace. If anyone had a problem with it, they didn’t show it. Most of the guys just cheered him on when he brought guys over, same as they did to any other members’ booty calls.
“Okay, so, I know this is weird, but I need your help.”
“ ‘Course. man. Why would it be weird?”
“It’s… Private. I need you to help me… Stretch my asshole.”
Tank startled and looked at Menace in surprise. Then he noticed how bad Menace actually looked. He was paler than usual, and hunched over. As if he couldn’t stand up all the way. He was clenching his fists and a bit sweaty.
Menace continued explaining when Tank stayed silent. “I…” Menace hesitated, seemingly trying to steel himself. “I have a… problem now that doesn't seem like it'll… fit… out of my asshole. I haven't… gone,” he emphasized the last word “since I ‘came off my bike’, or you know, got a little shot.”
He hadn't passed stool in weeks, since getting shot really, and was terrified of hospitals. He hadn't noticed at first, but by the time he was off the pills, it was clearly a huge issue. And nothing had moved since.
Since Tank fucked people with that monster in his pants, Menace reasoned Tank had to know how to stretch them.
“What? Rude of you to assume who's topping when you're on the outside of the bedroom.”
“Dude we ALL hear the pretty boys hollering at you that you fuck them so good, Daddy. Or big bear. And then they prance outta here like you fucked sunshine and rainbows into them, not limping like they were fucked half to death.”
“Brother, you probably NEED to go to the hospital if it's been that long. Didn't doc give you the little brown pills with the pain ones? Why didn't you ask one of us to get you meds if you can't ride yet?”
“You think I wanted to tell anyone?” He whisper-shouted. “No one told me what the second bottle was or where it came from, it just appeared in my bathroom like a trap. I threw them out weeks ago.”
“Ok, dude. Stay here and think about what you're asking me, and I'm gonna get you more pills. If you still want my help, take a shower and start drinking lots of water. The guys I fuck LIKE sticking things up their asses. My fingers are nothing to them. It's not virgins coming around asking me to bang them like a drum. For me to stretch you, I'll need to use my fingers. As in, stick my fingers inside you.” He waved his massive hands in front of Menace. Each of Tank's fingers were easily twice the width of his own.
“A problem like this is better dealt with early,” he lectured. “Okay, regardless, I'm going to the pharmacy, you decide how much help you want from me. If you want more than just pills and advice, shower thoroughly and try to relax. I'll be back as fast as I can.”
Menace showered anyways, and was still trying to decide what to do when he heard knocking at his door. It had seemed much less intimidating before the speech, and looking closely at those gigantic hands. And he’d still waffled for days before finally asking.
He'd never really had to worry about anything like this before. He'd had painful bowel movements before, who hasn't? But never anything like this. Never anything that felt like trying to pass a bowling ball. It hurt to move much, and this wasn't in reference to his injury, that had finally healed.
The idea had come to him while he sat miserably on the toilet and strained uselessly while listening to Tank make yet another pretty boy scream in ecstasy. If he could make them stretch to take his cock, he could make Menace stretch too.
“Come in,” he invited when someone knocked a short while later.
“We're trying this? If you change your mind, I'll drive you to the hospital and stay with you. I asked Gus to keep the van here for a few hours for me.”
The idea of heading to the hospital clinched this more than anything for Menace. They'd have to drag him there unconscious if it came to that. He’d rather die than go there again.
“Ok, so take a few of these, and at least a full glass of water. More is better.” Tank hands him a bottle of pills.
Once that was dealt with, Tank handed him a flask. “Liquid courage, dude. Just a bit. You look as tense as a virgin on their wedding night.”
Once Menace looked less ready to hurl, Tank took charge. “OK, so we should definitely give those pills a few hours to work. I can't believe Doc never followed up to make sure that you were taking them.” He heaved a sigh, then looked into Menace’s eyes. “So I'm guessing you've never had anyone touch you like you're asking me to?”
“Fucking hell, Tank. No, I've never done anything like this, but I've been doing nothing but sitting there trying for the last too many days, and it just. Doesn't. Fit.”
“We got this man. Ok, so would you feel better on your hands and knees, or laying on your back spread open?”
“Oh, God. Neither?”
“I think hand and knees would be easier for you. Well, elbows and knees. Just, over here.” He gestures to the bed. “Up, just breathe and get used to the position a bit, try to chill. Here, lemme set this under you,” he said, laying out a towel. Menace paled further at the sight of the cloth draped under him.
He pulled out almond oil and poured some onto his hand. “I'm gonna start rubbing your back, then work lower. Get you used to me touching you. Your only job is to try to stay as calm as you can. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise.”
At Menace's snort he continued. “I promise. Not only are you scarier than I could dream to be despite being twice your size, I would never betray your trust. You asked for help when you needed it, I'm here for that. We're definitely keeping an open mind to the hospital option, though,” he added, ignoring Menace’s derisive noise, as he started to rub oil onto the man's back.
He added more and moved lower, and lower, until he was at the edge of his pants. “Are you okay with this so far? I keep going?”
“Yeah, man. I'm not gonna freak out. I asked you for help ‘cause I trust you. Just do what you do to your pretty boys. Just… you know… I guess try not to look too close, cause I just realized that I put you in a more awkward situation than I thought I was…”
“Dude. Calm down. Start at the beginning and breathe. What's the awkward situation you thought you were putting me in?”
Menace shuddered out a long breath. “I came up to you and basically coerced you into helping me by touching me in ways that probably feel sexual to you, if you're with better partners. Which I do feel shitty about, but I'm still asking ‘cause I'm desperate.”
“Don't worry bro, you didn't coerce. You asked, I'm okay with helping. What did you realize suddenly?” He asked, while he continued the rubbing.
“What if it works? What if I just shit right in front of you? Or worse?!” Menace was on the verge of hyperventilating, hysteria prodding at him in ways he had never experienced.
“Is that it? Bro, relax. That doesn't even ping my radar of worries. It wouldn't be the first time stuff like that happens unexpectedly. Not even the first time this year.” Menace jumped at that and looked over his shoulder, as if to see if he could tell if Tank was telling the truth. “Just let go. Breathe out the stress and let me work my magic. It'll be fine.”
With that, he just took charge and pulled down his friend's pants just low enough to bare his hole. The fingers of one hand ran a trail directly to it, with Tank chanting in his head it isn't foreplay. It's just helping.
“Exhale, bro. Let your head hang. Let your belly relax. Just concentrate on releasing every single muscle. Start at your eyebrows and work down. Each body part should relax more with each exhale.”
He poured more oil into his hand as he worked his thumb against the puckered skin that was spasming under his touch. “That's good, Menace, keep doing what you're doing.”
He could feel the rock hard mass pressed right against his thumb. ‘Damn. Makes things trickier,’ he thought to himself. He had hoped for a bit more space to work. Not wanting to embarrass Menace since he was already visibly mortified, Tank got started with oiling up his friend's hole, and trying to work both of his indexes into it. One after the other, he alternated them over and over.
“Can you lean your chest down more, the angle isn't great, down more, straight to the bed. There it is.” He kept adding oil as he worked the tight muscle, pulling one side then the other, working around a bit, then repeating the movement. He kept adding oil and working it into the skin, stretching as he went, and dumping yet more into his hole hoping it would help soften things up.
Menace was working hard at staying as relaxed as he could, trying not to clench or let out any of the pathetic whines that were desperately trying to escape his lips. Fuck, that was weird and uncomfortable and humiliating. He gasped when he felt both sides pull up at the same time, the stretch immediately increasing exponentially.
“That's good, you're doing so good, brother. Keep breathing through it. You can do this,” Tank encouraged, while trying his best to keep the endearments to himself. ‘This isn't a lover, this is Menace. Don't get hard, dummy.’
The position was finally working to give Tank the space he needed to get more than just both indexes in, to hopefully make sure Menace could stretch enough to pass this monster. Tank took the time to squirt in a good few tablespoons of oil while he held Menace gaped open. He had a feeling that would help more than the last minute stool softeners. How the hell had Doc not emphasized their use?
God, he was such a deviant. Looking more than his fill while he worked open his friend. His friend who gave him no indication of being into anal play. His friend who was suffering while Tank twisted a third finger into him.
“Shhhhh,” he soothed when Menace yelped. “You're okay, you're doing so well. Do you need me to stop for a minute?” He asked, pausing his movements. “We can stay like this for a while, let things calm down,then see how you feel?”
“It's so much,” Menace said breathlessly. “I feel like you're trying to stuff a fucking watermelon inside me,” he whined. Fuck, Tank was now fully hard. What was he thinking, looking at one of his brothers like this? Enjoying how Menace squirmed in discomfort but submitted to what he thought was best. Menace! The brother who scared the fuck out of people daily.
‘Head in the game, moron. Just supposed to help him.’
“Better?” He asked after a couple of minutes passed since the last whimper escaped Menace. “I know it's a lot, but I'm confident it'll pay off before you go to bed tonight. You're so close to being through this,” he soothed, hoping it was true. Three of his fingers were more than most people's cocks, but what he had seen of the massive boulder waiting to be expelled was definitely bigger.
He switched his fingers around so there were still three, but they were all on his left hand. Still shifting them and twisting, he kept adding more viscous liquid.
“I think you should try moving a bit, see if you can get some of this oil a bit deeper inside. It'll help things get softer and slipperier. Can you do it while I keep you stretched?”
‘It'll also hopefully distract you while I try to spread my fingers from being jammed so tightly together I'm losing circulation,’ he thought. They eased Menace onto his side with his top knee pulled up high.
Tank switched hands, and felt Menace's hole relax even more. So he kept working his three fingers, twisting them in then out, doing the same with his other hand, then back to the first. He kept it up for long enough his arms were starting to feel the workout.
“Lean back up, I'll add more oil and you can flip to the other side, ‘kay?”
Once he was flipped over, they kept at it until Tank could see a gap increasing between his fingers.
“Drink more water, then we'll go for the home stretch.” After a small pause, Menace snickered, then let out a short laugh.
“That was totally an accident. I meant it as I think we're almost done,” Tank admitted, with a small laugh breaking in too, while he wiped his hands then handed over a water bottle. “How are you holding up? Do you need a break?”
“I'm fine, I just want to get through this with my ass in one piece, honestly. I guess it was a bit dumb not getting someone to call Doc for me to ask what was going on,” he mumbled the last sentence.
“Didn't he leave you his number?” Tank asked, perplexed.
Menace didn't seem to want to answer that one. The silence went on so long Tank figured he wouldn't, but then he heard something that broke his heart. “He probably did… but… I can't read. I threw out the paper he left on my nightstand. Hell, it was probably the whole explanation of the other pills he left, but I didn't want to ask someone to read it to me.”
“How did you know when to take the other ones? Did he at least tell you that? I can't believe he didn't tell you in person, he left it as a fuckin' note,” Tank asked, getting increasingly upset.
Menace just shrugged and said “I just took a pill anytime the pain was more than I was willing to deal with. It's not a huge thing. I just didn't want to tell anyone.” Before Tank could panic too much about having pressured Menace into his confession, he continued. “I'm relieved to have told you, though. You didn't even laugh or call me an idiot or anything.”
“I'm honored you trusted me. I can definitely help you with stuff without letting the brothers catch on. You should tell the prez, though. You know he's still gonna respect you, right?”
“I'll think about it,” he said, closing the subject, at least for now and draining his water.
Eventually settling Menace back on his knees with his chest on the mattress, Tank added a second towel folded up under the smaller man. He coated his hands in oil again, and eased one, two, then three fingers past the meager resistance offered by Menace's sphincter, once the man remembered to relax. He squirted much more oil between his fingers and slowly resumed the twisting motion that was working so well.
“Okay, so I'm going to increase the pressure a little. When it gets intense, try humming through it. I'm gonna keep it gradual and slow. If it's too much, though, tell me right away. The whole point of stretching is to not tear. Does it sound good to you?”
Menace took a deep breath, held it, then let it out before answering. “Okay.” As soon as the pressure increased, Menace took a sharp inhale and started droning a long droning hum.
Tank got halfway down the length of his four fingers and stopped pressing in, focusing instead on the rotational movement. He kept that hand in, slowly twisting back and forth until Menace melted once more into position.
Swapping hands and continuing the pattern mindlessly, gradually getting deeper with each change was almost meditative.
When Tank paused to add yet more oil, he then settled Menace onto his side once more. It seemed like their plan was working, because it wasn't long after repositioning that things started happening.
“Oh, fuck!” Menace exclaimed. “You have to let me up!”
“Okay, gimme a sec,” he says, and drags a chair over from the kitchen, dropping one of the towels beneath it. “Here,” he points to the chair.
“What? No, I have to go!” Menace points to the bathroom, sweat popping up around his hairline as his whole midsection clenched hard.
“I don't know if we did enough, I'm not just gonna hope for the best. I got you. Come sit backwards on the chair here.”
At Menace's incredulous look, he sighed. “I promise, it's okay. Not the first time this year, remember? I'll clean anything that needs cleaning. It's not a big deal. Literally everybody poops, I don't know why people are so weird about it. If you think it's time, come sit here. Unless you want to try squatting. It's probably better, but it's also less familiar.”
With a dramatic huff, Menace stalled then asked “Squatting is better?” while slowly, carefully making his way over, still fully hunched over, shimmying out of his pants fully.
“Yes, it aligns your insides so your poop is in line with your asshole. Come, one foot here, hang onto the top here,” he encouraged, holding the chair steady as Menace climbed. “other foot. On your toes. There, now lower your… there!”
“Oh, fuck! Ahhh!” Menace was yelping and gasping as his body was bearing down hard, without any input from his conscious mind.
Yep, their plan was indeed working. Tank was watching closely how Menace's hole was opening up, that huge boulder right on the verge of meeting it.
“Try to slow down your breathing, blow out through your mouth like you want to blow out a candle. Then inhale all the way to your toes.” Tank coached, trying to distract Menace into slowing down the desperate pushing. “Okay, now that you've got some control, try pushing slowly. Keep it gentle.”
“Fuck, fuck, it still… feels so big. Too big! Fuck!”
“Menace, I got you. If it looks like you'll tear, I'll stop you. I promise, I'm here to help you. You got this. Just keep it slow and gentle. Focus on your breathing.”
He took a deep breath, and slowly resumed pushing. After several beats, he let out his breath, inhaled and started over, straining harder with each repeat. Tank could see him getting that monster closer and closer to finally breaching his rim, then retreating back inside each time the pushing stopped.
He wished they could've had at least an hour more of stretching to give the oil enough time to penetrate more, but it seemed to have done some good.
“Okay, Menace. Take a minute to breathe.” He was turning an unhealthy shade of red. “I don't want you getting dizzy. You're so fuckin’ close, brother,” he encouraged.
“It feels fuckin’ huge. Like I'm birthing a whole-ass adult, not just a baby. I don't wanna die taking a dump, man.” The last sentence was whispered.
“No one's dying. You're gonna be okay. The finish line is in sight. You can do this.”
When Menace was calm once more, he resumed his efforts. Tank watched as the giant mass finally made it to his sphincter, which was stretched so thin and bloodless he hoped he wouldn't break his promise. It finally didn't suck back inside anymore between Menace's pushes.
“You're doing so good, baby,” Tank encouraged, not noticing the endearment. “You're a rockstar. I'm so proud of you.”
Menace kept straining hard, finally trusting that the end was near. He wasn't aware of any of the noises coming from him, grunting, whining, gasping, groaning, even pleading. He felt the nightmare inside him shift bit by bit, what felt like millimeters at a time, but finally, all in the right direction.
Menace had never felt anything so excruciatingly painful in his life. Including getting shot, stabbed and road rash. He felt like his entire lower body was being abraded by a cheese grater, while also being pulled apart.
Tank watched in shock as the monstrous turd was slowly exposed, keeping a close eye on how much Menace's legs trembled from the effort. He'd never imagined a bowel could hold something that large without rupturing. It was like watching an enormous salami the deli counters have, only irregularly shaped, slowly emerging.
Had he known how bad it was, he would have definitely insisted on medical help. But he didn't see any blood, red or black, so he thanked his lucky stars and tried not to hold his breath. Literally or metaphorically.
And he internally berated himself for being a creep since he was hard as titanium while watching Menace cry and struggle endlessly.
After Menace had labored for longer than Tank could have ever anticipated, well into the evening, he finally passed the worst of it and the task went from Herculean to effortless. Thankfully, the mess was contained, almost entirely, to the towel.
Menace was so relieved he was euphoric. The tears streaming down his face were overshadowed by his blinding smile, he turned to look at Tank and managed the words “I did it!” Before closing his eyes and just catching his breath, resting his forehead on the back of the chair. Tank really tried not to notice the orifice gaping lewdly, shrinking, then yawning again, never quite closing. But fuck, the sight would be with him forever.
Tank left the room briefly and returned, carrying a warm, wet face cloth. “Menace, are you with me?” When he got a vague nod out of him, he continued. “Gonna wipe you down and make sure I kept my promise, okay? I'll be gentle.”
“Wha-” Menace cut himself off, apparently not having registered what Tank had said. He let himself get cleaned up, having decided he was past pride at this point.
“I can't see anything bad from here. It looks like you'll be tender as fuck for tonight and maybe a few days, but not injured. I want to check again after you soak in the bath I run for you, to be safe. Come lay down for a bit while I get it ready. Hang on.” Tank lifted Menace right off the chair and carried him to bed.
“Gimme a couple minutes. Just stay.” Menace was too fuzzy-brained and drained to argue. Fuck he was so tired. The next thing he knew, Tank was petting his hair from his forehead calling his name.
“Bath is ready, I put some Epsom salt in it. Come on, slow to sit.” Menace flinched but managed. “I put a glass of cold water on the ledge. It'll help clear the cobwebs. Do you want OJ, or apple instead?”
“I feel like you're babying me, what's all this dude? I already owe you big time. You don't need to keep taking care of me,” he said groggily, but let himself be led to the bathroom.
“Come in the bath and I'll explain what I can. Tell me if I cross into TMI,” he started as Menace relented and got into the bath, wincing when his thoroughly abused hole touched the water. “Most pretty boys, as you say, I bring here and just fuck them. But sometimes, I bring them elsewhere, and we play a different way. It's a power exchange, where they submit to me, and I, as their dominant partner, am tasked with bringing them back to baseline after the fact. It's called aftercare and it's for me as much as for them.”
“What happened today was completely different, but you still ended up in a similar headspace. And so did I. This is the best way I know to help both of us return to ourselves.”
“I guess I can see that. Is that why you called me baby at one point? I didn't imagine that, did I?”
“Um, I was trying really hard to not see you as my sub, but it might’ve slipped out. It was a really intense evening, for both of us. I really felt responsible for your safety, with how adamantly you refused to go to the hospital. I was really worried I would miss something and you would be hurt, maybe badly.”
“I can't thank you enough. I mean it, Tank. I was so scared until you took over. I never had anything remotely like this happen before. Last time I was in a hospital, my whole family died. My parents. My brothers. If I never set foot in one again, I'll die happy. Except if I have to go through what happened today again. Today was rough as Hell.” Menace was just scowling at the spigot in the wall in front of him. Tank was stunned speechless.
“Menace… I… I'm so sorry,” he eventually stuttered out.
“What? Why?”
“I'm sorry your family died, I had no idea. I kind of thought you left your family like I did, because they were evil pieces of shit. Mine was, I mean,” he clarified.
“It's fine. It was like ten… no twelve years ago. Don't worry about it.” Tank tried to hide his horror at the thought of a twelve year old Menace mourning his whole family.
“Anyways. I have to ask. Why do so many pretty boys let you stick your dick inside them? It wasn't exactly my idea of a fun time.”
Tank snorted at his choice for the new subject.
“I wasn't aiming for the fun part. We were focused on one aspect, so your poor butthole would live to see another day, without needing surgery. The fun part is located about two inches in, towards your dick. Although, if you aren't stressed about pain in your belly, lots of parts are fun, even what we did earlier today.”
Menace doubted that very much, but let it go for now, staring down. “Okay, so when can I say I've marinated long enough? I'm bored as fuck.”
“If you feel like yourself enough to know you're bored, I think you're okay to get out. Be gentle with your hole when you dry yourself. I'll wait out there for you. Finish drinking your water,” he said while walking out.
When Menace emerged from the bathroom, he went right for the bed, still wrapped in a towel. “So tired,” he complained.
“Just a couple more things for tonight. How are you feeling? Emotionally and physically, other than tired,” he clarified.
“I'm fine. Drained, sore, but fine. Kinda hungry, but too tired to eat.”
“If anything changes, in any sense, come to my room. I won't lock it. Even if you just want a hug and no talking. Or you have a bad dream. I don't care how silly it seems to you, it's important to me. Can I trust you? Otherwise I’ll just sit in the hall all night so I don't worry.”
Menace smiled but agreed to come see him if anything changed.
“Can I look at you again to make sure you aren't hurt? It really was bigger than I expected. By a lot.” Tank looked so sincere and worried Menace couldn't begrudge him. He rolled over onto his knees, lowered his pajama pants to the bed and leaned back into the position he’d learned that afternoon.
Tank tsked and spoke up. “I have calendula balm in my bag that will help with the inflammation. You can sit up again. I'm so relieved your ass is apparently magical. Let me show you, you don't need a lot.” He smeared a dab onto Menace's finger. “You can spread that over the sore spots, or all around. It's also good for other types of injuries.”
“If it's magical, why is my ass so fuckin’ sore?” Menace pouted.
“... I… you haven't seen it yet. If you had you wouldn't ask. You'd be as shocked as I am.” He pulled Menace over to the kitchenette. There, on the floor was a bag. “Are you ready?”
“You're being so dramat-” he cut off when the bag opened. It was not only bigger than he had thought. It was unfathomably enormous. The solid piece was wider than the thickest part of Menace's forearm, and almost as long. Maybe even thicker than his calf.
“That's what I thought, brother. Now you can understand why I was so adamant about taking care of you? I had to watch while you struggled. For hours. With very little I could do to help. And the whole time, I worried you would be hurt because I didn't insist on at least getting Doc involved.”
“... I would definitely have died if you hadn't been here for me, Tank. This is fucking unbelievable. That's why I spent three days straining and struggling and making no progress.”
“Never scare me like that again,” Tank said intensely.
After a few beats, Menace broke the silence.
“How are YOU, Tank? You look like you need something, really.” Menace was kicking himself for not asking sooner. He was so selfish.
“Do you give hugs?” Tank asked, looking like he expected a NO!
Menace didn't hesitate. He reached up for Tank's neck.
“God, never scare me like that again,” he repeated quietly into Menace's hair.
“Come on, big guy. I'm way too tired to stay standing up. Lay down with me. Hugging works laying down, right?”
“Sure, Menace. But you can't get mad if I'm sporting wood in the morning. You know it's just a thing that happens,” he mumbled.
The morning came much faster than either expected and found them still cuddling. Cuddling with Tank's giant erection pressed between his belly and Menace's back, and his nose buried in the soft hair in front of him.
“Oops, sorry,” he mumbled, putting a bit of space between them. Menace merely grunted and rolled towards him, putting his face on Tank's shoulder and slowly rutting his own cock into his hip.
“Warm,” is all he said, continuing his slow rocking.
“Menace?” Tank asked. “Are you awake?”
“Nooo,” he answered.
“... Menace?”
“Oh, fuck!” He said and immediately ran to the washroom, barely making it before noisily emptying his bowels.
Tank stayed where he was and ran through the previous day in his mind again. He had fingered Menace open for at least an hour and a half, watching him squirm and gasp and whine on his fingers.
The way he had been asking about why people enjoyed anal made a flicker of hope spark in his chest. ‘Stop being stupid. Just because he's curious about it doesn't mean he suddenly likes men. You're so dumb.’
Tank wasn't surprised Menace opted for a shower when he was done. At least for now. He waited him out, straightening up a bit, then making sure he had the calendula balm ready. When the shower turned off, he called out. “Balm is out here!”
Menace came out. still dripping less than a minute later, wearing his towel around his waist. “Oh, thank you! It really is as good as you said last night.” He didn't hesitate before dropping his towel and reaching behind himself to apply it. He certainly doesn't seem to have found that initial shyness once again.
“How is it feeling this morning? No sharp pains still?” Tank couldn't help but ask.
“No, it all feels pretty close to normal. Just a bit sensitive still.”
“I'm still amazed THAT came out of your tiny, little asshole,” Tank said, for what felt like the 5th time.
“I definitely have to find a way to thank you. I don't even know where to start.”
“What are friends and brothers for, if not coming through when you need help with your asshole?” Tank joked.
Neither of them mentioned the interrupted dry humping.
******
Over the next few weeks, both of them were making more of an effort than ever of being visible in the clubhouse. Tank spent almost every minute he wasn't at work in the common areas, just to see Menace.
‘I only want to make sure he's fully recovered,’ he lied to himself. He set up Menace’s phone with pictures for all his contacts so he’d be able to call people without resorting to voice-to-text or asking an AI to dial for him.
Menace was working on the list of names that had been accumulated during his recovery. Knowing Tank worked days, he tried to do most of his ‘talks’ in the mornings, to be there in the evenings. Just to see if Tank will start acting weird. Weirder than spending more time at the club and not bringing over hookups. And the two of them suddenly talking daily, about all kinds of things.
They lasted for a few weeks, circling each other and trying to find subtle ways to spend time together. Just as friends, obviously.
******
The night of the ambush is when things finally changed. All the brothers got the alert to report in immediately because the road captain rode into a trap. He was able to get away, but he wasn't unharmed.
Tank had been working demolition that day and hadn't answered soon enough to avoid the club’s frantic search for him. When Menace showed up at the jobsite and just about flung himself at his shoulders, he was bewildered. The older man sent out a group text canceling the search and quickly explained, apologizing. Tank shut down the job for the day and joined his brothers, but kept one part of his brain snagged on Menace. More than usual, even.
After several grueling hours, their tasks were complete and Tank was finally able to pull Menace aside to figure out the extreme reaction he'd had when he found Tank. They barely had the door closed when Menace fused their mouths together, his hands tangling in Tank's short hair like vines.
“Hmf! Was so scared,” he gasped, when Tank kissed up his cheek, then down his neck. “Don't want… to miss… one more second…” he trailed off, then worked his way back to Tank's mouth. “Still not sold on the butt stuff,” he got out when they broke apart to breathe.
“You want me to show you the fun parts of butt stuff, Angel?” he offered, laughing.
Menace snorted. “Not an angel.”
“Mmm, but you look like one. You're gorgeous and powerful and scary like one,” he said, his hands finally getting to touch all the skin he could reach. “Do you want my mouth on you? I can't wait to taste you, I've been thinking of no one else since that night.”
“Fuck. Me too.”
“Then get naked for me, and spread out on the bed,” he ordered, whipping off his shirt.
He started at Menace's neck, and licked his way to those tiny nipples. He nipped down the hard ridges of his abs to his flushed cock. The appendage was bobbing frantically, begging to be touched.
Tank licked a stripe up to the leaking head and Menace whimpered. Tank's hand wrapped tightly around the base and held him back.
“Not yet, Angel. Let me play first,” he said, his voice raspy with desire. “Feet on the bed, up.” He placed them where he wanted them, up high near his ass. “Now, open your legs. All the way, baby. Good boy.”
He mouthed Menace's tight balls, and nudged behind them, slowly getting him used to the idea. Once he felt Menace relax into the position, he lifted one of his thighs and went all in, licking, sucking and nipping at the puckered flesh.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck!” Menace was so loud, no one would be left wondering what was happening. “How is that so good, what the fuck?”
“You ain't seen nothing yet, Angel,” Tank warned, gasping for breath while one of his fingers circled the loosened wet flesh, tracing the outline.
He looked around quickly before finally asking “You got lube? Condoms?” while really hoping they didn't have to stop to relocate to his room.
“I still have the almond oil you used on me. Bathroom cupboard.” He looked way too wrecked to get them himself.
“You know we aren't supposed to use oil with condoms, right?” Tank checked, despite not caring a whole lot at the moment.
“I'd rather go bare than wait five more minutes right now,” Menace assured him. God, Tank felt the same.
“Just wait, we haven't even gotten to the best part yet,” he taunted as he rushed to get their supplies.
Once back between Menace's thighs, he startled him by lifting both this time. “Hold,” he barked gruffly, having Menace grab his knees, popping open the bottle of oil. He started running some over his fingers and some onto the twitching hole in front of him, uncaring of what spilled onto the sheets. He planned on getting them real messy anyways.
“Now,” he started, running his thumb around the rim, then spreading the oil all over Menace. His balls, his cock, his whole ass would be glossy before he was done. “I'm gonna show you why all those boys were so loud. Ready?”
“I was ready when we got to the room. Fucking do it!” Menace begged. Tank didn't make him wait any longer. He had him worked up enough that when he felt the pulsing muscle relax again, he eased one finger halfway inside before Menace tensed.
“Relax, remember? Just let me in. Hum if it stings a bit, and if you want me to stop, just say so. I can still get you off without showing you the magic today.”
“I want it,” he breathed.
Feeling the fluttering of Menace trying to relax was making Tank feral. “Fuck, you're being so brave for me. So tight on my big fingers, Angel,” he soothed.
When he moved again, he felt what he knew would finally make Menace understand. Gently nudging into that gland almost had him coming off the bed. “Ahhhh!!”
“That's right, Angel. Do you like me rubbing you here?” he asked, keeping up the contact.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck. Yes, fucking yes!”
“Now imagine my cock hitting it? Mmm, I can't wait to stretch you around me, rearranging your insides to make space for my dick and ramming this spot until you explode like confetti for me. Can you take another finger, baby?”
“Anything, just don't stop. Never stop!”
He worked in a second finger, then a third, carefully keeping just the lightest touches on the edges of his prostate, trying not to set him off.
“Fuck, you're so tight for me Angel. You want to try to take my cock?”
“Fucking please, please!”
“Open this for me, baby.” He handed over the condom, oily hands would never work to rip it open. He got it on, knowing that not only were they risking it degrading from improper lube, but even putting it on like they were wasn't ideal. His hands were definitely covered in Menace. Whatever. They lived risky lives anyways.
“Exhale and bear down when I push in, Angel,” Tank advised, barely letting him understand the instructions before starting.
He got halfway inside when he heard Menace hum. He took his cue and kept his position for a few breaths, barely able to stop himself. When the man under him relaxed and started trying to get him deeper, he pressed on.
Once inside him to the root, he paused again, before pulling out, tilting his hips, and gently rocking back in, this time angling for his prostate. That contact was enough to have Menace moaning like a porn star.
“So good for me, Angel. I knew you'd love it. So hot and tight inside. I wanna live inside you. So fuckin' perfect.” The dirty talk never let up, combined with the intense prostate massage, it all was winding Menace up until he was hollering his release.
The tight passage clamping down on Tank was almost painful. When he felt Menace's orgasm finally finishing, he pulled out and yanked off the condom, stroking himself to spurt his release all over his Angel. Watching their cum mix was everything Tank thought it would be.
Menace whining brought him back from his possessive daydreaming, while he stared at the spunk covering his absolutely wrecked, new lover.
“Emptyyy” he complained, his hips humping the air.
“I got you, sweet boy,” Tank soothed, scooting down to rest his face near Menace's chest and roll him onto his side so they were facing each other. “Lift this over me,” he said, prodding at the top knee, and stuffing three fingers back into the fucked-out hole. He nuzzled his face around until his lips met a nipple for him to suckle. He kept at it, fingers still, but mouth working at the little nub hard. Menace's cock was once again hard, and rubbing wetly on Tank's chest, drying cum smearing between them.
“So close!” Menace whimpered as he tried to work himself back onto those fingers, and forward to get pressure on his erection.
Tank crooked his fingers and bit down on the tender flesh, causing Menace to fall apart all over again.
“Good boy,” Tank said once Menace's breathing settled closer to normal.
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It didn't take long for them to figure out that Menace was a total slut for Tank's cock, and all the dominance that came with it. Outside their rooms, Menace was the one calling all the shots. But when the door closed behind them, he was a drooling mess.
Nothing got him off like being Tank's toy. And Tank loved to play HARD.
He was secretly working Menace towards a goal he'd had for months now, ever since that first night. He'd never said, but he'd measured that huge turd Menace had birthed and found a toy that matched its size. A neon green and purple monster dildo.
Tank would finally get to watch Menace suffer for him, stretching his poor hole to the limit, but get to enjoy the sight fully.
He gave Menace an enema, then tied him with his arms behind his back and wrapped him up in a tight cockring. He then made him kneel on the bed, chest down, exactly as he'd been posed almost a year ago, and got started properly.
Tank pinned him under his weight and whispered into his ear telling him in great detail about how he would suffer and cry for him before the night was over. He described how stretched he would be, making sure he referenced that pivotal night between them, reminding him of how bad he had hurt. He went on to finally confess how desperately hot it had made him, watching him suffer. How hard he had been, while feeling so conflicted.
“I wanted so badly for you to be mine, it was torturing me that you weren't. I was terrified you would be hurt, but still hard as iron because even in your pain, you were trusting me. Tonight you will suffer beautifully for me, but I can enjoy it because we're doing it safely, and you're going to enjoy the torment just for me, right Angel?”
“Oh, yes Master. I will always suffer for you. Only for you.”
Tank had definitely underestimated how much he'd love making Menace cry while he impaled that slutty hole on the biggest toy they had tried to date. A huge toy with a pronounced knot and a sharp taper before the base, so it was locked into place once it finally, finally got worked past the tight sphincter.
He was definitely buying bigger ones next time. So many bigger ones. It was so fuckin’ hot.
“Fuck! It's so big!” Menace panted as Tank worked the knot in and out of his hole, before settling it deep inside.
“Can you do what I want, so I can watch you, Angel?” He asked, kissing down the sweaty line of his spine from his neck to where his arms were secured. “I want to watch you strain and push until you can get it out. You can do that for your Master, can't you baby?”
This was definitely Tank's favorite game yet.
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