les histoires de chrislebo

Todd and I didn't meet up online for a couple of weeks following our "session". I couldn't explain why, but I felt weird about it and thought it best to stay away for a spell. When we did speak again over the internet, it was as if nothing had happened, and I was fine with that. We went on like we had before our meeting.

I was still training as a cyclist, and had some races coming up. My problem of pre-race performance anxiety weighed on me in the weeks preceding them, but come race day, I found that I was fine. Perhaps a little apprehensive, but nothing like before. I began to believe that there was something to this therapy of Todd's. As the season progressed, I began to notice the anxiety slowly returning. Asking Todd about this, he said that this is common and sometimes recurrent sessions are required to really get a handle on it.

After the season ended and football season had once again bloomed, we began to discuss meeting up again. There was something I couldn't put my finger on about Todd, but I cast it aside and agreed to meet up again. He suggested that perhaps we meet up on a Sunday, and that a local hotel room may be more of a neutral place for us as there were lots of distractions at my apartment. With some trepidation, I agreed to meet him.

I had some nerves when were to meet, so when I arrived, he had some beers in the room. I was grateful for them and drained two of them quickly. He had a football game on and we saw watching that for a short while until I felt the ******* begin to loosen me up. He noticed this and asked if I wanted to start another session.

"What happens when I'm under your *********" I asked.

"Um, nothing really," he said. "Just a little power of suggestion and having you relax deeply."

It didn't completely put my at ease, but I relented and kicked my socks and shoes off, laying as before, on my back in the bed, listening to the sounds of the Dolphins and Vikings battle each other in the background.

Todd pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and began like he had the last time, with relaxation breathing techniques and having me focus on the sound of his voice. Everything began to seem far away except for his voice telling me what to do and what to feel. I followed his instructions and by the time he counted backward from 3, I was under. Just like last time. I could even make out parts of the game going on in the background, but remained focused on Todd completely.

He went through the same progression of instruction as the last time, telling me I'd become less and less anxious as the therapies continued. By the time he was finished, I felt perfectly calm and tranquil.

"Every muscle in your body is completely relaxed except for one area again. Just like last time, you feel the ***** rushing to your groin area, don't you?" he asked.

As before when he mentioned it, I began to feel it. My dick began to awaken.

"Yes," I said, softly.

"You can feel the heat spreading to your penis and starting to harden. You don't feel ashamed of having an erection around your friend and *********, though. You are completely comfortable around Todd, aren't you?"

"Yes." My dick became hard and quickly strained against the confining garments.

"You are starting to feel the heat spread from your erection to the rest of your body, now. You are beginning to feel hot now, aren't you?" he said.

Suddenly I began to feel stifled in my clothes, and said, "Yes" as my hands moved up to the collar of my T-shirt to cool off. I felt like I was sweating in my clothes.

"You want to take your clothes off to cool down. Go ahead and take your clothes off," he said. Quickly, I stripped off my shirt and jeans and tossed them to the side of the bed. I felt relief from the heat almost immediately. "You're feeling better, but you are still a little hot in your boxers. You are completely comfortable around Todd, so you're not afraid of taking off your clothes in front of your good friend and *********. Go ahead and take off your boxers."

I stripped off my boxers and tossed them aside, lying back completely naked again. My dick stood hard at attention against my abdomen. My hand absentmindedly moved toward my rigid erection.

"You are feeling the need to touch yourself. You feel comfortable enough around your friend to touch yourself while he watches you. You enjoy being naked in front of him, don't you?"

"Yes." I stroked my hard dick up and down, and heard the familiar sounds of clothing being unbuttoned, unzipped, and discarded. My body felt completely relaxed, yet a flutter of excitement flashed through me as I touched myself.

Todd continued, "You loved paying your debt to Todd during our last session, and you feel so comfortable with him that you want to do that again, don't you?" he said. Again, I answered in the affirmative before I could even think to respond. My body was again reacting as if completely under the power of suggestion. I felt a weight onto the bed to my side. "You are going to turn your head to the side and see the most beautiful penis you've ever seen. You are going to want Todd to put it in your mouth again. Turn your head now," he said.

I turned toward him and felt the tip of his cock poke my lips as I did. Precum was already oozing from the tip. I once again saw the familiar mass of pubic hair and round belly above it. As soon as I saw his cock, I wanted it in my mouth again. I opened my lips and he slid it inside me. The taste of slick precum danced on my tongue as my mouth wrapped around his hairy cock. He sighed, "Oh yes," as he moved in and out my mouth.

I continued to stroke my own hard dick as I sucked his. Now he began to take a different tack. "You are going to tell me you love this cock. You are going to need to taste Todd's cock at least once a week," he said. I continued to suck him greedily as he pumped my face in and out. "You're going to be my slave, and I am going to be your master. You're going to want my cock all the time."

He was working me into a furor. I couldn't suck his dick fast enough. I wanted him to continue to fuck my face. He was sweating now. I could smell the musky, pungent odor from his skin. His hairy abdomen began sticking to the skin and I felt a bead of sweat drop from his face onto mine as I sucked his cock. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and said, "You're going to lay there a moment and stroke your hard dick while your master gets something for you."

I lay on my back and lightly stroked my hard dick like I was told. I heard rummaging around at the side of the bed and the sound of a plastic wrapper being opened. Then he spoke again.

"You trust your master, Todd, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You want his cock again, don't you?"

"Yes. I want it," I said, near pleading.

"You are going to do just what your master says to do. You are going to want to do it. You need his cock, don't you?"

"Yes. I need it," I said, squirming.

"Then roll over on your stomach," he said.

Part of my brain was alarming, but I did as I was told because I was still completely keyed in on Todd's voice. I felt his presence to my side and felt him touching my buttocks. "You trust your master and your friend don't you?" Again, I said yes. I then felt something slick between my butt cheeks and he straddled my legs. I felt his cock lie there between my buttocks and his belly on my lower back.

"You want Todd's cock, don't you?" he asked again.

"Yes, I want it!" I said.

"You are Todd's cock slave now. Todd is your master. If you do what Todd says, he will give you his cock. You need his cock, don't you?"

"Yes, please. I need it," I said, and squirmed beneath him. I felt him slide his slick penis between my cheeks down to my rectum.

"Todd is going to stick his cock inside of you now. You want him inside of you. You need his cock. You are going to be his bitch, aren't you?" he said.

"Yes. I need it," I said. Then he pushed past my virgin rectal sphincter and a blinding pain shot through me like a bullet. I gasped loudly, but he only pushed his weight down on my back. Slowly he advanced his hard penis deeper inside me and the pain did not subside.

"You are going to want Todd to fuck you. You need to have his dick inside of you. You LOVE his cock, don't you?" he said.

I couldn't respond. The pain was so intense that I bit the sheets beneath me. He slowly moved deeper into my ass. "Yes, you love your master's cock. Tell him you love his cock," he said again, and again, I could not respond. There was pain, but the feeling of him inside my ass was pleasurable at the same time. The weight of him on top of me, with the sweat from his hairy chest and belly fell upon me was intoxicating. His face came down to my ear as he pushed his cock slowly out and back into my ass. He half whispered, half growled into my ear, "You love this cock, don't you? Say it. Say you love this cock."

I could only gasp in response. The feeling was too much. He very slowly increased his pace. The sweaty hair on his chest and belly was abrasive, yet slick on my back as he rocked back and forth. Again he spoke in my ear, but louder, "Tell me you love this cock. Say you love this cock in your ass. You need it, don't you!"

"Yes!" I shouted into the bed. "I need your cock!"

"That's right, bitch. You're my little bitch now. You need your master's cock. Take this cock! Take it deep in your ass!" He shouted as he fucked me. Sweat poured off him onto my back now as his arms propped him up to give him better leverage. He stopped and angrily lifted my ass into the air, and quickly shoved his cock back inside me. He was plowing into me now. Talking all the time, and berating me, "You love this cock, don't you! Tell me you love this cock, you little bitch!"

"I love your cock!" I shouted back repeatedly. His cock was not so big that it hurt now, but fit perfectly inside me. The feeling of his weight and sweat was turning me on as much as his dick plowing in and out of me. Suddenly he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back again.

"You're my bitch, now. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch. Just like a girl. I'm going to put my cock between your legs and you're going to wrap them around my hips. Do you understand?" he said.

"Yes! Please fuck me!" I said in response. I was not the same person. I was beside myself with lust, now. All I wanted was him inside me.

"Beg me for it," he said. "Beg me for this cock. Beg your master for this cock to be inside of you."

"Please," I said. "Please give me your cock. I need it!"

"That's better, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a girl now," he said. He pulled my legs open and his hard cock found my asshole. He then pushed his was back in with much less resistance than before. His protruding belly lay partially on my balls and cock as he leaned forward, ******* me to wrap my legs around his lower back. He began fucking me even harder now. "That's right, bitch! Take this cock! Take it in your ass!" he shouted. I responded in kind and pulled him in closer to me. His mass on top of me was driving me wild. His sweat sheeted off him with each thrust, burning my eyes and falling on my face and chest. The entire bed shook as he continued to plow into me, faster and faster until his grunts took on a new urgency.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm gonna cum. You're going to take my cum in your mouth!" he said as he quickly pulled out and ripped off the condom. He shuffled awkwardly up my body, straddling my chest. He held his cock in front of my face menacingly and stroked it. "This is going to be a huge load, I can tell! Here it comes!" he shouted.

With his free hand he roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled it off the bed, toward him. His other hand gripped his stiff, slick cock. A slow pulse of clear precum poured out into my open mouth, and then he threw his head back and grunted loudly as two huge blasts of semen shot from his dick across my face and into my right eye. He then quickly stuffed his cock deep into my mouth, where pulses of thick, white, salty cum sprayed the back of my throat. He tightly held my head to his cock, but the combination of his penis and so much cum caused much of his load to pour out of my mouth. I swallowed all I could, but it was even more than our previous encounter. He groaned as his dick twitched one last time before starting to soften in my mouth.

My right eye burned fiercely from his cum shot and sweat and semen seemed to completely cover me as he pulled his penis from my mouth and dismounted my chest. I felt utterly spent. My rectum was sore and I reeked of musky sweat. "You did well, slave," he said. "You are going to remember that you need this cock next week, and every week afterward. You are going to feel a need to meet me again for more therapy, and I will give you the treatment you need. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said, lying on my back.

He started the shower and instructed me to enter it and rinse off, which I did. When I emerged, he had removed the soiled bedspread and had dressed himself. He had me lay back on the bed after dressing, and slowly go through the motions to have me regain full consciousness.

As before, I woke as if from a deep *****, remembering nothing concrete about the session, only being confused at the state of the room and the smells. I felt dehydrated and Todd gave me a bottle of water, which I consumed instantly. The Dolphins won, we shook hands again and departed. I felt much the same as the last time we'd parted and wondered what that in fact meant. Either way, I would see how this latest round of therapy worked for my cycling and would see Todd again online at some point in the near future.

About a week had passed since I'd last met with Todd, and I had thought fleetingly about it, but the following day I had a race and did well in it, so I chalked it up to the therapy I was receiving. There was something strange about the way I thought of him, though. I felt as if he was getting something out of these sessions that I wasn't aware of and that I should be a little wary of him. On the other hand, the therapy was definitely working and that was undeniable.

On the day that was exactly one week from our last session I had a few things to do for the day, errands and such. But at one point I felt a strong urge to talk to him. I suppressed it at the time as I had things to get done, but as the day went on, the need grew stronger. Finally, I rushed home and found him online.

We exchanged pleasantries and I told him I didn't know why but I felt like I needed to meet up with him today. He acted surprised and said that he was busy as well. Normally I would have blown it off, but the need was growing steadily.

"Please, Todd. I know it sounds like begging a little, but I really feel like we need to meet up today. Can you come over here at least?"

"Well, I don't know. I've got some places to be. I really shouldn't."

"Please. Look, I don't know why, but I really feel like I need to meet you. Like it's essential to my therapy or something. I'll pay you if you want to." I was pleading now. I was aware of letting my guard down, but it really felt like a **** I needed or something. I needed, somehow or another, to see this man.

"No, I was doing this as a favor to you. I don't want your money," he said. I was becoming anxious now.

"Look, Todd. I know this all sounds strange, but please. I'll do anything. Whatever you want."

There was brief pause in our exchange, and then his message came back to me as I sat there in front of my computer impatiently waiting. Why am I acting like this? I wondered.

"What do you mean by 'anything'?" he asked. "You sound like you need to see me pretty bad."

"I do, and I'm not sure why. I just feel I really need to meet up with you today," I said.

"That's interesting. I wonder why? Has the therapy been working for you?"

"Yes, it's been working great actually. Just for some reason I felt like I needed to get with you. So what do you say?" I asked, hopefully.

"Well, I'm really busy. I don't know if today is a good idea. I'm doing these sessions in my free time, you know?"

I was becoming more and more needy and frantic. I couldn't control myself. "Look, really. I'll do anything. Anything at all. I really need it."

"Well, we'll discuss 'anything'. I guess I can swing by if you need me that bad," he said.

I was suddenly relieved. "Great! Come on by." For some unknown reason, my dick twitched and started getting hard in my shorts. I couldn't deny my excitement, though I had no idea why. Why in the hell am I getting hard? I wondered.

"Ok, be there shortly," he said.

I sat on the couch, pensive and impatient. Finally, after an eternity, I heard him drive up.

I invited him in and we chatted in the living room, next to the couch. "So, sorry about all this, I don't know what came over. I'm glad you came, though."

"It's ok. I didn't understand the urgency. Why do you feel like you need it so bad?" he asked.

"I don't know. As the day grew on, I felt a stronger and stronger urge to contact you. Maybe it's about the therapy, like it's going to stop working or something. What do you think?"

"I don't know, really. So, what did you mean by, 'anything'?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Well, I mean, anything, I guess. I was getting a little frantic. What do you want? Are you sure you don't want me to pay you?" I said.

"No, no money. You sound a little suggestive when you say that, though. Are you sure you're not asking for something in particular?"

Confused, I said, "I don't think so...I just feel like I really need your therapy...I..."

He cut me off, "It looks to me like you're asking for something, alright." He eyed me up and down, deliberately. "Your therapy is working fine. I think you just need me around you is what I think. In fact, I'll bet there's a part of me you want more than anything else." His hand moved to his crotch and caressed the bulge in his slacks beneath his round belly.

"What?" I said, defensively. "No, I don't mean that!" I was mildly shocked, but then also noticed the bulge in my own shorts. So did he, apparently.

"Why do you have a bulge in your shorts, too? I believe we met on a male for male chatroom, right? I think you need something of mine, alright," he said. He took a half step toward me. I backed up a little toward the couch, until I felt it behind my legs.

"Wait, I think you've got me all wrong. I was just curious. I'm straight, really. I just wanted your therapy."

"Oh," he said, stopping. "I see. Well, I can see I've made a mistake. I should go. Sorry about that," he said. He turned toward the door.

All at once I had a panicked desire to stop him. "Wait!" I shouted. "Please, don't go. I just...I thought you'd help me with my therapy like you said."

He stopped and turned toward me. "Only if you will really do 'anything' like you said."

I was being pulled in two different directions. I had a compelling need for him to stay but alarm bells were ringing in my head that he was making me do something I didn't want to do. My cock was hard again. I didn't understand why.

"What do I have to do?" I asked nervously.

"That depends on how willing you are to admit what it is you really want from me," he said, slyly. He walked up closer to me, rubbing his crotch. His bulge was growing. This bald, overweight, homely looking man completely had a hold on me somehow.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My hands were shaking from the nerves. My penis was swelling in my shorts despite obviously being uncomfortable in the situation.

"Just tell me what you want. What part of me is it that you need to have?"

"I don't know what you mean, Todd. I...I mean..." I stammered.

"You want what I'm holding here in my hand, don't you? Just tell me. Tell me you want it. It's ok. Admit it," he said, continuing to slowly move closer to me.

I could hardly speak. He rubbed his dick through his pants and stared at me. He stood inches away from me now. I couldn't let myself admit it. I wouldn't do it.

"Ok, fine," he said, suddenly. "I'll leave. See you around," he said, and quickly turned for the door.

"Stop!" I said again, instinctively. "Wait. Please. I don't know what to say!" I was trembling. My dick was hard in my shorts.

"Tell me what you want from me, or I'm leaving right now," he said. His hand went to the doorknob.

My hands went out to him like I wasn't in control of them anymore. I went to the door and blocked it with my body.

"Well?" he said.

"Ok, I want...want....your....dick. There, I said it. Your dick," I said, ashamedly. As the words came out, my penis strained against my shorts.

"You want my cock?" he asked. "Prove it. Show me how much you need this cock."

*************, I knelt on the ground before him. "Please. I want it. Is that enough?" I asked.

"No. You might just be saying it," he said. He began unbuckling his pants and dropped them before me, with his underwear. There he stood before me with his hairy cock pointed at me. He unbuttoned his shirt so it stood out of the way. "Now suck it. Show me how much you want my cock."

I was frozen. I didn't feel I wanted this at all, but my hands went to his stiff member. Precum oozed from the tip. He shifted forward and his cock approached my lips. A shiny, glistening drop of precum dripped down from the tip of his penis as it loomed toward my closed lips.

My first instinct was to turn away. I was repulsed by his appearance, my apparent weakness, and the fact that I was being ****** to do something my mind was screaming at me to repel. I felt ashamed and embarrassed to be in this position, physically and figuratively. My brain was frantically calculating reasons as to why I was allowing this to happen, and what I could do to get out of it, but my body refused to listen. This was like a **** I needed, and his departure would put me into withdrawal. None of it made sense.

Then his rigid penis touched my lips and the precum dripped slowly down to my chin. A flame was immediately lit inside me. Like an ********* pulling in a fresh draught of beer or a junkie getting a hit, the feeling coursed through me. I needed this. All reasoning was abandoned. My lips parted ever so slightly and I sighed. Seeing this, he very gently pressed forward, and the tip of his hot penis just entered my lips. The precum touched my tongue and I knew what I needed. It was his taste. This cock taste. One of his hands moved gently to my head and slid to the side of my face. My mouth parted more and his throbbing cock entered my mouth for what I though was the first time.

He sighed, "Oh yesssss," as he entered my mouth. "That's good." I took him into my mouth and let the **** work on me. I was sucking cock. I was voluntarily sucking another man's stiff cock. The soft, but hairy skin slid over the surface of my tongue and I tasted more of his precum. My eyes pin wheeled with the sensations. I was absolutely lost in wonder. My head slowly moved back and forth on his rigid tool, taking in the new scent, the texture, and taste of this new **** of mine. I pulled out and licked the underside and quickly put it back in my mouth. He was moaning softly now as I sucked him off.

"Yeah, suck that cock. That's so good," he said. "Lick my balls, now. Put them in your mouth,"

I did as I was instructed and went toward his hairy, full scrotum. While my own penis was substantially larger than his, his testicles outsized my own by a great distance. They hung very low and seemed out of contrast with what they were attached to. I took each one in to my mouth and sucked on them. The thick hair tickled my nose and face, and the musky scent filled my nose, serving to further excite me. My dick stood at rigid attention in my shorts, but I was only focused on what he held before me. I knew I was being ****** to do this, but no longer cared. My will had been supplanted by the need for his cock.

He pulled away from me and my mouth, tried to follow him. He held my head at length from him and told me to stand up. I did, and told me to show him to the bedroom. I walked briskly to my personal space and he followed, grabbing his clothes off the floor. He entered the room right on my heels. Pushing me back to my knees, he said, "You're doing great. Now put this cock back in your mouth."

I greedily started sucking him off again. Now his hips were rocking back and forth as he fucked my face. His hands both went to my hair and served to steady my head as he plunged his tool in and out of my mouth. Occasionally he would slow and ***** it deep into my mouth until my nose and face was held firm to his abdomen, the tip of his cock just entering the back of my throat. My first reflex was to gag, but I relaxed and was able to take it.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You take this cock into your throat," he growled as he continued to fuck my face. "Suck this cock, boy. Suck it!"

He pulled his cock out of his mouth and told me to lay down on the bed. I stood slowly and he went to his pants, pulling out what looked like a condom wrapper and a small, palm-sized plastic bottle. I stood there looking at him, understanding what this likely meant. Again I was fighting two different instincts; first, to refuse this *****ful, non-consensual assault; and second to succumb to the addiction I was feeling for his cock.

"Lay down on the bed," he said. He ripped open the condom and drew it onto his cock as he approached me.

I stayed where I was, still weighing my options.

"I said, get on the BED!" he growled, and pushed me *****fully on to the bed. My first reflex was to try and push back, but the bed was right behind my knees and I fell on to it. He immediately fell on top of me, his great mass, outweighing me by at least twenty to thirty pounds, pinned me. He started trying to roll me over to my stomach, but I refused. He sat across my chest, and I saw his cock pointed at me. The sight of it made me lose my focus, and he quickly grabbed my opposite shoulder, spinning me beneath him and pinning me stomach down to the mattress. I felt cool lubricant being dripped onto his penis over my back and then his slick, rock hard cock between my buttocks. More lube was dripped liberally over the crack of my ass, and both of his hands went to my arms, rendering them useless.

"Don't you see?" he asked. "You're my bitch, now. That's right. You want this deep inside you, don't you?"

I refused to answer him, though most of me did want it, and I knew it. My arms hurt under his hands and the pain welled up inside me. I tried to push against him, but his round, heavy belly exerted too much pressure. I was completely pinned beneath him.

"No," I said. "Please stop," I said. He laughed.

"Playing hard to get, eh? You want my cock. That's why you begged me to come over here. Now you're going to beg for it again. You need my cock inside you."

"No, please stop!" I shouted back. "Let me go!"

His left hand moved down to his cock as his chest and his chin pushed down on my left shoulder so I couldn't gain any leverage. I felt his cock between my buttocks, searching for the opening. I reflexively tightened my butt cheeks together to resist him, but he just chuckled and said, "Yeah, that's right. Make it tight for me. Just like it was tight when I first gave this to you the other day."

I froze. "What?!" I asked sharply. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He told me, "Oh we've already done this. Last week under ******** you weren't nearly so resistant. You took my cock easily. You couldn't get enough of it. That's why you wanted me here today. You need more of this hard cock inside of you."

I was shocked. I had been taken advantage of by Todd. He had been making me his bitch under the ******** "therapy" I had been receiving. Now I understood. Suddenly images of him sticking his cock into my mouth and in my ass flooded my head. It was as if the barrier of his ******** therapy had been lifted, and I could see all that went on while he used me.

As I considered this, his stiff penis found my rectum and immediately began applying pressure to it. It slowly slipped in past the sphincter muscle. "Yes, that's it!" he moaned as he entered me. "Now you see. Now you see what we've been doing all this time. Now you know that you need this. You know you need my cock, don't you?"

I winced as his cock invaded me. I felt helpless and ceased trying to push him off me. The pain of him entering my body shot through me and my face pressed into the mattress below. I tried to relax as he slowly slid inside me.

"That's right. Take this dick, boy. Tell me you need this. You love my cock, don't you? Tell me," he said.

I kept my face buried into the bed as I adapted to the foreign rod inside of me. The pain was subsiding and was being replace by a slow building euphoria. The endorphins inside me were coursing through my arteries and I found myself wanting him again. I didn't want to admit it, but I knew that I did want this. I did need his cock inside of me. He slid deeper, passing yet another sphincter and suddenly bottoming himself out. His thick tangle of pubic hair pressed firmly against the back of my buttocks. He was in to the hilt, now. I gasped deeply.

"Tell me. Tell me you love this cock," he said. He pulled back and slowly advanced his dick inside my bowel, stopping again when his hips met my buttocks. The feeling was intense and I was euphoric now. My hips rose almost imperceptively, as he slid deep into me. I gasped with each of his slow thrusts. He moved his face next to my ear and said, "Tell me you love my cock. Say it. Say you need it. Say you love this cock inside of you."

Again, he slid out and back in, this time he pushed harder and with more *****. I yelped as he rammed his tool home. He repeated his demand again, "Say it. Tel me you love this cock. Tell me you love it."

"I...oh God, I..." I stammered. Again he slammed his dick into me, grinding his hips into my ass. His left arm wrapped around my chest and his right slid under my arm and cupped my jaw, turning my head to the side. His 5 O'clock shadow was like sandpaper on my face.

"Say it. Say you love my cock. Tell me how bad you want it," he repeated.

"I want it," I whimpered. "I want your cock." He started advancing his pace, moving his hips in and out like a piston. I moaned loudly with each of his thrusts.

"That's right, boy. You want this cock. You love it, don't you? Tell me you love it. Tell me you love my cock. Say it," he said again.

"Yes!" I cried, as I abandoned all reason and restraint. "Yes, I love your cock! I love your cock! Oh God, yes!" I shouted.

"Yeah, that's it! You love my cock! Now take it! Take this dick inside you!" he growled. Sweat was now dripping off his hair, thick body onto mine and the sensation was almost too much for me. He rammed in and out of me mechanically and he continued to tightly wrap his arm around my chest. Then he put both hands on my hips and rose to his knees, pulling my hips up with him. He roughly spread my legs apart, and began fucking me doggy-style.

"Yeah, now you're my bitch, aren't you? Say it! Tell me you're my bitch!" he growled as he slammed into me.

"Yes! I'm your bitch!" I cried. The feeling was beyond euphoric now. This was my ****. His cock was my addiction and he was feeding it to me like my life depended on it. His hips slapped against my buttocks loudly and his balls slapped against me with each aggressive thrust. He drove it into me like a jackhammer. "Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!" I shouted. "I love your cock! I love your cock!" I started repeating as he plowed me.

"You're my bitch now. You're going to let me fuck you whenever I want now. My little cock slave. You only want me cock, don't you?"

"Yes! I only want your cock! Fuck my ass with it!"

"Are you my cock slave, now? Say it!" he shouted.

"Yes! I'm your cock slave! Oh God, yes!"

"You're going to let me fuck you whenever I want aren't you, you little bitch! Keep telling me! Keep telling me you want my cock! SAY IT!" he shouted. He slapped my ass with his flat palm hard. The sound echoed around the room.

"Oh YES! I want your cock! I need your big dick! I love it! I love your cock!" I shouted back. He slapped my ass again and again. The pain of him slapping me combined with the ecstasy of his cock inside me and drove me over the edge. He then grabbed the back of my hair and pulled up. I had a sudden feeling of deja-vu has he tugged my head back so my eyes looked at the ceiling and my ass pointed up as high as I could, arcing my back. I knew that he had done this to me before. "Yeah! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" I continued.

"You want my load, don't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth, and you're going to suck it all off me, bitch. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"Oh, oh God," I kept saying. The though of another man shooting his semen into my mouth worried me.

He yanked harder on my head and asked again, "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?!" he said, louder.

"Yes!" I shouted. "Cum in my mouth! Give it to me!"

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot this load in your mouth, bitch!" he shouted. Suddenly, he let go of my head and collapsed onto the bed in a heap. He aggressively tossed me over so I lay on my back and he straddled my chest. He pulled off the condom and stroked his cock ******** up and down. The purple head was thick and menacing. He leaned forward and pulled my head up to greet his throbbing cock. "Yeah! Here it comes! Take my cum, bitch," he demanded.

I opened my mouth as he told me and he shoved his hot penis back into my mouth. I tasted the latex and lube as he ****** it deep into my mouth. Immediately, his penis jerked and splashed the back of my throat with thick semen. He held my head ********** to him, saying, "YEAH! YEAH! Swallow my cum, bitch. You swallow it all, now! Suck it all off my cock!"

I started swallowing, feeling the thick, hot cum travel down my esophagus. I kept it all in my mouth greedily and sucked what I could from his spasming penis. He grunted with each jerk of his cock until no more came from his dick. His breathing slowed a little and he pulled out of my mouth. "Open your mouth," he said. I opened it and showed him it was empty.

"Good. You swallowed my cum. You're a good bitch," he said. "In fact, you're so good that I'm still hard!" I looked at his cock and it remained stiff as steel as he stroked it. He moved back between my legs and spread them apart. I felt completely spent and couldn't have fought back if I had wanted to. "Yes, this looks familiar. I fucked you like this last week. Just like a bitch. Like a girl," he said. He pulled my knees up around his hips and guided his still throbbing, hard cock back into my ****** rectum. He slid in easily. My face grimaced for a second as he passed into my depths. "Yes, that's it. Just like a little bitch. MY bitch. Here, take this cock, bitch."

He started fucking me yet again. I moaned with each thrust of his cock. He pulled my legs up in the air and held me by the ankles, then slid his hands to my thighs so he could slam into me harder. My feet were on either side of his head, straight up in the air. He ******** plowed his dick in and out of my ass again and again, berating me. "Take that cock, bitch! Who's ass is this?" he shouted.

"It's yours! It's your ass!" I said.

"That's right. That's my ass! Tell me you love my cock, you little cunt! Say it! Say you love my fat cock inside you!"

"Yes!! I love your cock! Give it to me! I'm your bitch! Fuck my ass!" I shouted in response.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna gum again! I've got another load for you, bitch! You're gonna take my load again, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yeah! Give it to me," I pleaded. With that, he pulled out and clamored back up to my chest and stroked his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he began shooting his cum all over my face. Spasm after spasm sprayed thick, white, warm semen all over my face in amounts I couldn't begin to imagine possible. He shot about 17 times across my face until I was covered in the gooey, salty cum. It burned my eyes, dripped off my face, stuck in my hair, and dripped into my still open mouth, but I didn't care. He squeezed his now softening dick, ******* the last drops of cum into my gaping mouth. The drops fell onto my tongue and I swallowed them gladly.

"Yes. You did good, boy. You took all my cum." He climbed off of me and walked across the hall to the bathroom. I heard him splash water onto his face and towel himself off. My eyes remained closed because of the semen covering them. I was too tired and spent to move. I just remained on my back, my own cock softening like Todd's. I didn't feel the need to cum. I knew that my job was to please him. I knew I was addicted to his cock and would be satiated for now.

As he got dressed beside me, he said nothing. Finally, as he was walking away, he said, "See you next week, bitch. Call me when you need me again." The front door closed off in the distance.

I woke what must have been hours later in the same position. The cum on my face had crusted over into a mask and I could hardly see. I stumbled to the bathroom and started the shower. The water washed away all the evidence from my body, save for the soreness in my rectum. I was repulsed in a way, but fatigued as from a good long distance run. It felt good at the same time. I didn't need anything now, but I was sure the need would return and when it did, I was sure I'd be seeing Todd again very soon.

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My Own Place

It was my first place. I was 22, and I was ecstatic. I had lived in an apartment with my girlfriend at the time for about a year, but I had discovered that a mortgage would cost me the same, if not less than, renting. After she and I broke up and I moved back in with my parents, I saw the folly of my ways. I promptly bought the place for a song: a two-bedroom, two bath villa, right on a small lake, near the city, but a little bit suburban. It had a tiny backyard, which I immediately fenced in and gardened. It was perfect for a young bachelor such as myself.

I thought about getting a roommate for the second room, just to help with the bills a little, but discovered that with only the smallest bit of belt-tightening I could maintain my privacy, so I did. I quickly fell into the routine of a single guy. I had the place set up just as I liked it, and could walk around in the nude if the desire struck. There were times of loneliness, but I had enough friends to counter most days and nights. I had never had too much trouble with girls. Not being an underwear model or anything, I always viewed myself as attractive enough at five-foot ten, and one hundred-sixty-five pounds. I was a cyclist, surfed every chance I got, and ate pretty healthy.

After a while, being used to having people around me, the lonely nights began to weigh on my more and more. I still didn't want to go the route of acquiring a roommate. I used the second room as a rudimentary music studio, trying to write songs and record them on a simple four-track recorder. Something still felt off. I had a decent computer, and as such, had plenty of porn. This helped to a point, but ultimately, still wasn't the same. Resigning to my current situation, I just let things be, enjoyed my porn, and hoped things would change before long.

My next door neighbor was an older gentleman named Lloyd. He was in his 60s, mildly frail in appearance, but seemed to remain active. He lived alone, but walked around the neighborhood daily. He was also quite friendly, and would catch me outside once in a while just to chat for a few minutes. One day, I was walking around the house naked, as I often did. As I traipsed through the living room, I noticed Lloyd walking around the lake, out back. He turned toward me as I was picking up a few things and waved, smiling. I quickly tried to cover up, but figured, "what the hell, the neighbors across the lake probably see me do this daily," and waved back. I grinned to myself and thought it actually felt a little exciting being caught like that. Too bad some local girl didn't catch me like that and have a similar reaction, I thought.

The next day, Lloyd was outside as I was checking the mail. He walked over and asked how I was. The usual politeness from him.

"Oh, not bad, how about yourself?" I responded.

"Can't complain. I do have some things to move around the house today, though. Gonna be a long afternoon, I imagine," he said.

"That sounds like a lot of work. What are you doing that for?" I asked.

"Well, I got a couple items of new furniture the other day and I need to figure out how to arrange them. I guess I shouldn't have gotten them if I wasn't going to be able to do this. I don't suppose I could borrow you for a spell to help me? That is, if you're not too busy," he said.

I had a complete day off and wasn't planning on doing much else beside look at my computer and watch TV, so I agreed. "When do you want me over?" I asked.

"Oh, any time. Whenever you're free," he said. I told him I would be over in a few minutes and went to put some shorts on as it was warming up.

Lloyd's place was nicely appointed and he had a new couch and loveseat along with an end table or two, scattered randomly around the living room. This was clearly too much for someone of his stature. "I've just got a few items here I want to move around, if that's ok," he said.

I said it wasn't and he put me to work, moving things around. It didn't take long to shuffle the items into their new positions, and after some re-adjusting, the living room was set up. Lloyd said, "Here, let me get you a *****. It's the least I can do." Before I could deny him, he ran off to the kitchen. I sat down on the couch, facing the TV. He came back in with some lemonade, and I thanked him for it.

"Yeah, I don't get much company over here nowadays. My wife died several years ago, so I just do my own thing in here," he said, sitting down.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I guess we're pretty similar, then. I just do my own thing in my place, too," I responded.

"Yeah, I noticed," he said, and let out a boisterous laugh.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I just let it hang out when I'm around the house sometimes. I forgot some people actually walk around the lake back there. I guess I should be a little more careful," I said.

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that. We're just a couple of bachelors who live our own way," he said. It didn't bother me in the least. You've got a nice body. You should be proud of it."

The compliment caught me off guard, but I thanked him. He continued, "I don't really walk around naked very much, but if I'm watching a video, I've been known to strip down a bit around here. I don't suppose anyone wants to see an old man without his clothes on, though."

The way he said a video shocked me a little. I guess you don't think of your next door sixty-something older man as having a sex drive. I felt sorry for the self-pitying statement. "Oh, I'm sure you're fine. I think people just need to lighten up a little." He looked up and smiled.

"Well, I definitely agree with you there. Do you watch videos much?" he asked.

"Oh, well, if you mean pornos, yeah, from time to time, I guess."

"Well, if you ever want to see some others, I've got a small library over here I'd be happy to show you," he said.

I started to get a little uncomfortable, so I started to get up. "Yeah, thanks Lloyd. Well, I should get going back to my place- I've got some things to do today as well. Thanks for the lemonade," I said.

He got up and followed me to the door. "Ok, well I'll talk to you later, then. Thanks for the help!"

I felt a little funny about what had just happened, but I was trying to be open about it at the same time, so I just let it go. He's been alone a long time, so it was naïve of me to think he was anything different from a normal man with normal needs. I put it out of my mind and went on with my day.

The next couple days, I went about my daily routine, worked when I had to work, and wandered the house when I wasn't. When I would walk around the house naked, the thought of Lloyd seeing me from the lake would enter my mind, for reasons unknown to me. The act of being seen like that was invigorating. I didn't see him out there for the next several days, and I started walking around more and more with my clothes off *************, as if I wanted to get caught. Finally, I even started slightly opening the blinds in the bedroom, which opened to the front of the house. One morning I saw Lloyd out walking and knowing when he'd be back, I opened the blinds even more and acted like I was putting some clothes away in my room. I kept watch out of the corner of my eye and then saw him approaching the building. He didn't appear to see me at first, but as his walkway passes only a few feet from my window, he stopped and looked in. When I was sure he saw me, I made sure I was looking away and ignorant of his voyeurism. A minute later, there was a knock at the door. Startled, I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and saw that it was Lloyd. I opened the door.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he started, "but I just saw you there naked in your room. I didn't know if you were aware that everyone could see you that well."

I acted embarrassed. "Oh my god, I had no idea. Thanks for telling me! The whole neighborhood probably saw me!"

"I didn't think it bothered you that much," he said.

"Oh, I guess it doesn't. It was just a surprise. Well, thanks for telling me," I said. He waved and walked toward his place. I was shocked at how turned on I was getting at being seen like that, and wondered if I should continue it.

The next day, I walked past my gate toward the lake as it was a nice evening, and I noticed the faint blue glow of the TV coming from Lloyd's living room, which opened toward the lake. Curiously, I peeked around the wall, and saw him sitting on the couch, apparently watching TV. I didn't think much of it at first until I heard the unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning very softly coming from his townhouse. I thought to myself, my god, he's watching a porno! I also noticed his hand was lightly stroking himself through his pants, The sight was enough to cause my own cock to stir. Suddenly, he glanced in my direction, and I quickly pulled away, and walked into my house, afraid of being caught looking. I had never had any thoughts about other men before, but there was something about the situation kept at arms' length that did something for me.

The next day, after work, I came home and after fixing something to eat, I went out by the lake again, halfway hoping I might see something in Lloyd's house. Sure enough, as I looked out on the lake, I turned slightly to see a very naked Lloyd walking though his house, much like I usually did. I started walking back toward my own place, all the while looking at him through the corner of my eye, trying not to gawk. He stopped and waved, and then I had to look. It was like a game we were playing now. He had the physique of an older man of his mid-late sixties with the thick legs of a man who had been powerfully built earlier in his life and now had a bit of a potbelly before him, but his penis swung back and forth very low between his legs. I tried not to look directly at it and then turned tI sheepishly waved back and continued back toward my place. I could feel my own hardening cock straining in my pants as I walked. I began to wonder why I was reacting in such a way. I knew I wasn't gay or anything, but couldn't deny the excitement of seeing him naked like that. He was about three times my age even! It didn't make sense, but I stopped questioning myself, and just acknowledged that it excited me and that I would keep it to myself.

The next morning, I was not working so I slept in a little. I heard a knock at the door about the time I was planning on waking anyway, so I though on some shorts and saw Lloyd waiting for me.

"I wanted to know if you wouldn't mind helping me again. I've been wanting to move some things around in my bedroom, but just can't manage it," he said. I agreed, and went to get changed. I threw on a t-shirt and walked over to his door. Upon letting me in, he said, "I appreciate you helping an old man out again." I said I didn't mind.

"Why don't you go on back there-I'll be right there," he said. I walked back to his room and tried to see what he wanted to move, but everything seemed to be in order. He came back in and said, "I just wanted to move my bed to the other wall, there." I helped shuffle some things around and was done in minutes. Then I noticed a box of DVDs under his night table. They all appeared to be pornos. There must have been fifty of them in there. When Lloyd came back in the room, I was stooped over looking at them. "Oh, you found my stash!" he said. "I told you I've got quite a few. Do you want to watch one?" he asked.

"No, it's ok, sorry if I invaded your privacy there," I responded.

"Oh, it's ok, I think you might have seen me watching one the other day, I'm sorry if I surprised you there, but you looked like you might want to see it too."

"No, I was just surprised to see you doing that, is all. It's no problem, really," I said.

Lloyd immediately walked out of the room toward the living room and turned on the TV. As I walked out, I heard the cries of a woman being fucked ravenously. I followed Lloyd, who was watching the video intently. He said, "Are you sure you don't want to watch? This is a pretty good one."

He stood there rubbing his crotch as the images flashed before us. My own penis began stiffening quickly with the action before me. I could feel his eyes on me as I weighed my options. Every second I stood there, I could feel my dick hardening more and more. He sat down on the couch and said, "Come sit down here. This is a good one."

I finally sat down and saw him rubbing the protruding bulge in his pants as he watched. My own erection was becoming uncomfortable and I shifted to all it some room. I glanced over at Lloyd, next to me, who said, "Boy, she's something, isn't she? I don't suppose I can get a woman like that any more, huh?"

"Who knows?", I said, realizing that he was expecting a response.

I looked over and he unzipped his pants, stroking himself. "I used to be pretty popular with the ladies years ago, but now they just see me from the outside. Have you ever heard of GHB?" he asked. "They call it a 'date rape' ****. I tried it with a lady once, and it worked a little, but not as well as I'd hoped. I guess it works on some people more than others," he said.

Surprised to hear of this, I responded, "No, I've definitely never used that. I'm sure there's ladies out there that would love to have you," I said. My hand ************* moved to my crotch as I saw the actors on the video before me fucking with abandon.

"I see it's getting you a little excited too," he said. "Are you getting as hard as I am?" he asked. With that, he slowly pulled out his cock. I had seen it limp from outside, but now it was semi-erect, and far bigger than I could have imagined. He had to be about nine inches in length, and incredibly thick. Even the well-built actor on screen had nothing on Lloyd's massive tool. It was uncircumcised, with thick, loose foreskin that hung off the end of its mushroom-shaped head. Thinned-out grey wisps of pubic hair were scattered around the base of it. I was completely in awe of it. He stroked it gently as I stared. As his hand traveled down toward the base, the length of it flopped back and forth. I felt completely insignificant compared to it.

"The girls used to love this thing. Now I can't get anyone with it. I've even thought about letting another guy touch it sometime. Have you ever done that?" he asked.

The question jarred my back into reality. "No, I'm not interested in that," I said. Still, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his incredible penis.

"Well," he said, "you seem pretty interested in it. Why don't you touch it?"

Suddenly, I felt like I should leave, so I got up and said, "You know, I've got to check in with my job...I just remembered. I'll talk to you later, Lloyd." He started to speak, but I was already at the door and on the way to my own place. I was definitely freaked out and started questioning myself. Why was I so enraptured over seeing his cock in front of me? I definitely wanted to touch it, but was afraid to. This was something I needed to work out with myself.

I didn't see Lloyd for a couple of days. He was probably shocked at my reaction, too. I didn't want him to feel bad, but I needed to feel myself out. Finally, he came by on the third day in the morning, when I was off from work.

"I wanted to apologize about the other day," he said. "I don't know what came over me. It's been so long since I've had any company like that."

"It's ok. I just got a little freaked out, I think. Don't worry about it. I've never done that before," I said.

"Neither have I," he said. "I just got caught up in the moment. Listen, I'm having a problem with my power. Is your power on?" he asked.

"Yeah, my power is fine. Is yours out?" I asked.

"Yes, I don't know what happened. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?" he asked.

I agreed, and throwing on a pair of shorts and some flip flops, I went over to his place again. Upon entering, he gave me a small glass of juice. I started to turn him down, but he insisted, "Please, you're helping me out. Have a ******" So I sipped on it, but he insisted I ***** the whole thing down, so I shot down the rest of it. It seemed a little odd, but I didn't want to offend. It took a few minutes, but it looked like a fuse had burnt out. It took a little while, but he was able to locate some fuses, and I replaced it.

By this time, I started to feel a little more tired than usual and fuzzy-headed. Thinking it might just be a little headrush from standing up too fast, I tried to collect myself. I swooned a little. Lloyd said, "You alright? Here, set down here for a moment," and led me to the couch before the TV.

I said, "I'm ok, I think. Just a little woozy." The room spun a little.

He said, "It's alright. Just relax for a few minutes. Here, let me turn the TV on for you." As he did, I began to feel more relaxed, almost euphoric. I heard moaning coming from the TV, and then I noticed that he had put on a porno. I watched in complete attention and the display before me. Suddenly I felt a flood of warmth in my groin and my cock began to swell. "Yeah, this is a good one, too. Would love to fuck this girl," he said. I looked over at him rubbing his crotch and he looked over at me. The visual gave me flashback to the last time I was on this couch, but now I wasn't as disturbed by it. My penis throbbed in my shorts, and I adjusted myself. The touch of my own hand to my crotch felt wonderful. I began rubbing myself in earnest.

"Yeah, that looks good, don't it? It's making me hard, too," he said as he stood before the TV and myself. I looked over at him and he unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive cock. He was again, semi-erect and thick. He proceeded to take his pants and shirt off until he stood next to me completely naked. He stroked his stiffening penis as he watched the video. I was in rapture at the sight of it, completely frozen. My hand ************* moved toward my crotch and started rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. "You like looking at this, don't you?" he asked.

He turned toward me and stepped closer with his beautiful, thick cock leading the way. He still had a frail look about him with the skinny legs and protruding belly, but his cock looked virile and strong. "Why don't you reach out and touch it?" he asked.

I started to shake it out of my stupor, and come to. Here was this man with a giant cock in my face. I needed to get up. I stood, and turned, lumbering toward what I thought was the door, but turned toward his hallway. "Where you going? Here, let's go this way!", he said, grabbing me from behind and pushing me toward the bedroom. I tried to resist, but I was still dizzy, and he ended up being stronger than I thought. As I again tried to turn back, he pushed my against a wall in the hallway. I felt his cock pushing against me as he pressed himself to my back, trapping me into the wall. I felt weak and fuzzy-headed. He said, "Just relax, ***. I think you need to lay down. Let's go this way." With that, he pushed me through the bedroom doorway and into the small bedroom.

He spun me around and I fell backward onto the bed. I sat up immediately, but he pushed me back down easily. He had a TV in the bedroom, and snatching the remote off the bedside table, he turned it on. There was an image of an older guy with a huge cock on it. From the living room, I could still hear the howls of a girl being fucked relentlessly.

"Wait...wait," I said as I tried to clear my head. Everything was fuzzy and the room spun if I closed my eyes. "What are you doing to me, Lloyd?" I asked. I sat back up on the bed and he immediately stood before me, one hand grasping his massive penis. Still not completely rigid, it seemed to throb in his hand. Huge veins encircled the loose foreskin encasing it, and it fell away from the bulbous cockhead within. I was truly envious of it, but repulsed at the same time as he pointed it at me.

"Why don't you lay back for a minute. You look tired," he said. He then pushed me with his free hand and I fell back upon the bed again. I was still unable to get my bearings, much less fight back, and then I felt him unbutton my shorts and roughly yank them off. My hands immediately went to grab them but he swatted them away as I could scarcely sit up straight without effort. My dick popped out as I lay there naked from the waist down. I rolled over to try and get up that way, but he pushed me down on my stomach.

"Yes, that's a good idea. You stay just like that," he said. I heard his night table open and then he placed his large hand on my back, pressing me down. I turned my head back toward him, and saw him squeezing a bottle of what had to be lubricant onto his cock, and then felt him slather some around my anus. Alarm bells were again ringing in my head and my fight-or-flight response took over. With one last burst of lucidity, I pushed off the bed as hard as I could, but he grabbed me around the chest and fell on top of me. All his weight was on my back and I felt his slick tool on my ass cheeks.

"I haven't been with a girl in a long time. Today, you're going to be my girl," he said. I felt his hand searching between my ass cheeks, making it slick, and then felt his massive cock searching for my hole.

"No, wait! Stop! Please don't do this!" I said.

He cut me off, saying, "Shh, it'll be fine. I know you want my cock, so I'm going to give it to you." I felt pressure in my rectum, and knew that he was now trying to ***** his huge cock inside me. I twisted underneath him, but he held me fast into the bed. Finally it began to slip inside me.

The pain was a shock through my body. He gasped, "Oh yeah, that's good" as he slowly advanced his cock into my open ass. I tried not to move, lest the pain increase. "That's it, ***. Just relax your muscles. You're doing fine," he said. I tried to clench my cheeks together, but he just pushed deeper into me. He only advanced an inch at a time, but even that was excrutiating.

I moaned in response and he spoke in my ear, "You want my cock, don't you?"

"No, please stop," I said as I clenched my fists into the sheets.

"Oh, you will. You just need to get used to it. Your ass feels so hot," he said. He pulled back a little and then advanced his cock further through another sphincter. I gasped and grunted as another wave of pain shot through me. He slowly pulled back and would push deeper into my bowels with each stroke. I began to adjust to his strokes inside of me and the endorphins started kicking in. The pain wasn't as sharp, and there were bits of pleasure to it. He continued to ***** his entire weight on top of me and had his left arm wrapped around my chest, and his right hand on my hip as he carefully impaled me with his enormous cock.

"You want this dick, don't you, ****" he asked again.

"No, Lloyd, please stop," I responded, a little less enthusiastically.

He began to slowly increase his pace, pulling back and then advancing further. I felt his belly against my lower back push into me as his hips moved piston-like back and forth. I grunted in time with his strokes, and he panted with them in time with me. His sweat began to drip onto my back and I felt his breath hot in my ear.

"That's it. You're taking my dick. Do you want it inside you?" he asked again.

I could only moan in response as he increased his pace further. The feeling of him fucking me was actually starting to feel good. I wasn't going to admit it, but I did enjoy feeling his cock inside me. My own dick throbbed beneath me and strained for release. The sounds of sex around me only added to the sensory overload I was feeling. He asked me again, in-between breaths, almost growling, "Do you want my cock?"

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the ecstasy was coursing through me. "No! Oh god, oh god," was all I could say in response-I was repulsed and excited at the same time. "No! Stop!" I repeated as he now began to ravage my ass. His incredible tool plunged in and out of me now and I could feel his hips slap my ass with each stroke just as it would if I was fucking a girl in the same way.

"Tell me! Tell me you want this cock!" he shouted as he plunged in and out of me.

"No...Oh, God, please..." I said in response, my face buried into the mattress. He pushed deeper into me and finally I felt his hot groin grinding in to my sweaty buttocks. His own sweat dripped onto my back, and something about that image was sending me around the bend. With each thrust of his cock, my rectum accepted him and now my hips moved in time with his.

"Yes...you want this dick, don't you, boy? Tell me you want it. Do you want my cock inside you?" he said.

I could only moan in response, "Oh God, oh God," with each mammoth stroke. The feeling was intoxicating, adding to the ******* feeling that already enveloped me.

"Say it! You want this cock! Say it!" he shouted, quickening his pace, ramming into me with abandon.

Finally I was overcome and shouted back, "Yes! I want your cock!" He continued to fuck me harder, and I shouted louder still with each thrust, screaming, "Yes, yes! Fuck me!"

"That's right, ***. You're my bitch now. You take this cock, you little bitch. You take my fat cock in your ass!"

He was right. I was his now. I wanted him to continue fucking me and I was ***** on his massive cock. The sweat lubricated him on top of me. Suddenly he pulled out. I gasped deeply at the sudden void inside my stretched out ass. He grabbed me roughly and flipped me onto my back, and lifted my legs, pulling them around his waist, just as he would to a girl. I didn't fight him, but lay there waiting for him to enter me again.

"That's it. That's it. You me to fuck you like a girl, don't you? You're my girl, now. I'm going to take your pussy, now," he said, and pushed his cock back into me. I tightened my legs around his thick waist and he began to push in and out of me again. There was the return of him passing my sphincter and then into the depths of my bowels as he lengthened his pace and pulled my hips close to his. I wrapped my legs around his back as best I could, trying to emulate girls I'd had sex with before. It wasn't easy, so he grabbed my thighs and held them as he rammed into me. "Take it! Take this dick!" he shouted at me. "You're my little bitch aren't you? Take this cock like a little bitch, boy!" he said.

"Yes! Fuck me!" I shouted. "Fuck my ass! Make me your bitch!"

"That's better," he said. "You're going to take my cum, bitch. I'm going to shoot it in your mouth and you're going to take it all!" His face drew into a grimace and his grunting became louder and more deliberate. He then pulled out and grabbed his throbbing tool with one hand and with the other; he grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. "Here it comes!" he said, and he shoved his glistening cock into my face. His hand then moved to my hair, and he growled, "Open your mouth!"

His stroking stopped and he gripped and pulled the hair on the back of my head, pointing my face upward. The sharp pain made me see stars, but I sat there prostrate to his will. He grunted loudly, holding his thick penis inches from my face, and a slow stream of viscous white semen poured onto my chin, briefly stopped, and then with a sound like someone being punched in the gut, his cock jerked and spewed jets of his cum splattering onto my face. I gasped, and as I did, he shoved his still throbbing tool into my mouth, where the cum sprayed the back of my throat and began the leak out of my mouth. I gagged on it, but still he maintained his grip on my hair and kept his cock in my mouth, milking the last drops of his juice onto my tongue. I had no desire to swallow it, but I at least did his bidding.

He released my hand from my hair and his cock from my mouth, and I fell backward onto the bed. "Yeah", he said, "Yeah that was good. You need some practice, but you did real well. Let's get you cleaned up."

He walked into the adjacent bathroom, grabbed a towel and wiped my face and chest with it. The sound of sex still wafted through the halls of his condo. He turned off the TV in the bedroom, and then walking out, did the same with his other TV. I drifted in and out of consciousness, forgetting where I was momentarily as I would come to. Finally I began to become more lucid and when I was more fully awake, noticed I was laying across a strange bed, had my clothes on, and recognized that I felt a little fuzzy.

"Oh, you're awake," said Lloyd.

I came to and sat erect. "Um, yeah. Why am I over here?" I said.

"Well, you came to fix my electrical box, and then you started feeling dizzy, so I let you lay down in here. You alright?"

I rubbed my head, "Yeah, I guess so. I don't know what happened. Maybe I should head home," I said.

"Ok, well let me help you up. You sure you're alright, now?" he asked, helping me to my feet.

"Yeah, I'm ok," I said. He walked me to the door, and then I walked next door toward my own place, and plopped down onto my couch, my head still spinning. I remembered helping with his circuit breakers and remembered not feeling well, but little else. There were flashes of naked people having sex across the shattered landscape of my memory, but nothing seemed to fit appropriately. One thought did not mesh with any other, like a strange dream with a very short attention span.

I rose and hope that a shower would help me out, so I started it, stripped down and walked into the hot stream across my body. The flashes came and went, but still nothing could be made of it. One thing kept replaying in my mind, however. The thought of cocks kept running though my head. It didn't make sense to me. I vaguely remembered a porno movie that either I had seen or perhaps that Lloyd had on at his place, so I figured the images must be from that. The images of nude women ran through my mind fleetingly, but each time the thought of a penis flashed across me, it was like a flashlight hitting me in the eyes in a dark room. My own cock twitched in response to the image. I had never felt myself have this reaction to seeing another man's package. How many pornos had I seen of nude men and women, with only brief curiosity of the guy's tool on the screen? This was different. The thought definitely seemed to excite me.

I finished my shower, toweled off and threw on some shorts. I dropped heavily onto my bed and drifted off to *****, where more images of sexual exploits spun through my brain like little tornadoes, here one second, gone the next until, spent, I drifted off to a motionless deep *****.

The next morning I woke feeling rested, which was a stark contrast to the way I felt before I passed out. I still was a little confused at what had happened, but had no clear recollection. I decided to forget about it, and walked into the living room and sat down before my computer to check email and other assorted things.

I spun through my normal news website and saw nothing significant was happening in the world, and noticed no one had decided I was important enough to email. Bored much sooner than I'd expected, I just browsed around the web before finally settling on a porn site that I frequented.

Pulling up the usual images and videos was barely registering a twitch between my legs, so I started looking around areas I didn't normally investigate. There were masturbation videos and assorted fetish clips, but still nothing excited me. About to give up and go for a run, I came across the male section and stopped. This was a portion of the website dedicated to solo male masturbation for the most part. As I pulled up a couple of videos, I began to feel a familiar stir in my boxers. I began focusing on the cocks on the screen before me being stroked and played with. My free hand went down to caress my own stiffening cock.

I cycled through video after video, searching out larger and larger dicks. Circumcised, uncircumcised, shaved, and hairy; some attracted me more than others. Finally, I started watching one with an apparently older guy. He was uncircumcised, quite large and mostly hairless. I focused on how the foreskin moved up and down as he stroked himself. It didn't last long, and he finally came in a small fountain, dripping down his hand and the shaft of his cock. My own dick was rock hard at this point as I watched him spew his load and I found myself stroking my own dick watching another man stroke his. No women, no sex, not even any sound. As I thought about it, I was a little ashamed of myself, but figured that it's not like it was common knowledge. Still, it was undeniable that it turned me on.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and I was snapped out of my soul searching. I stood up and immediately realized I was wearing only boxers, and with a raging hard-on, it didn't conceal very much. I peaked around the corner and saw through the rectangular window aside the door, that it was Lloyd. I wondered what he needed repairing now. Thinking that it was only another guy, I simply adjusted myself so that my left arm pressed my hard-on into myself, hoping he wouldn't notice. And if he did, it's just another guy.

I opened the door a little less than halfway and greeted him. "Hi there. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out yesterday and to make sure you were alright. You looked a little bit woozy when you left," he said.

"Oh, I'm ok. Thanks for asking. I just woke up a little bit ago and I feel fine. I'm not really sure what happened, but it seems like everything's ok," I said.

"Well, good. I'd hate for something to happen to my personal repairman." He chuckled as he said it. I must have still been waking up and was a little slow to get the joke. I ****** a little laugh in response, shifting my weight.

Scratching my head, I said, "Well, if you need anything, just let me know," and stepped back to close the door. He thanked me again, pausing a little as he walked away. I closed the door and as I turned, I realized that as I was talking to him, I changed hands while speaking. My semi-hard penis was poking straight out of my boxers. I wondered if he noticed, but I shrugged it off.

The day went on. I had errands to run and people to see. By the time I got back home it was late afternoon. After a solo dinner, it was looking like another boring night at home, so I plopped onto the couch in front of the TV. After flipping through the channels a few times, the palpable boredom and my short attention span drew me back to the computer.

I immediately resumed where I had left off earlier in the day. In no time at all I felt my cock strain in my pants as I watched strangers' dicks stroke before me and shoot their loads into the air. It didn't take long before I came across a video of a girl giving a well endowed guy a blowjob. I stared with rapt attention as she dove her head up and down his cock. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and shot his cum across her face. As the action before me slowed, I realized I had hastily pulled out my cock and was stroking it furiously, almost *************. I couldn't tear my eyes from the way the on screen phallus jerked and spasmed. There was no doubt of my curiosity now. I was fixated not on the girl on the screen, but on this cock covering her pristine face in ropes of semen. My cock was as hard as diamond. I didn't want to cum yet, but to investigate more. I saw more videos of more cocks in different shapes and sizes, bends and girths. I was very much like a kid in a candy store.

I began to wonder what it would be like touch another cock. A very small part of me felt repulsed, as if I shouldn't be thinking these things, but the lion's share felt excitement and taboo. As I stroked my own cock, I gazed at the screen in front of me, excited to see another one facing me. It was like a sense of deja-vu. Something drove me to these desires, but I had never had an experience like this with another man, had I?

I ceased questioning myself, and fell into the pleasure of the moment. I felt like I wanted to experience this first hand. I was horny and ravenous. I rebelled against every repulsion that flickered through my head at the thought of sexual thoughts with other men, but the desire was undeniable. Suddenly, a knock at the door snapped me to attention.

"What the...is this going to happen every time I sit down?" I asked to the room. I quickly yanked my jeans back up, though the stiff hard-on inside was obvious. I went to the door and saw that it was Lloyd again. He had two beers in his hands. Reluctantly, I opened the door.

"Hey there!" he started. "I just wanted to say thanks again for your help yesterday. I figured I'd invite you for a couple neighborly beers between fellas," he said as he waved the ales in front of me. "Whad'ya say?"

I desperately wanted to get back to my newfound addiction, but didn't want to be rude, either. "Um, sure, I guess so," I stated.

"Ok, great. Come on over, then. Just come as you are." He said. He meant for me to come right then, apparently. I had some jeans on with no underwear, and no shirt, barefoot. I was about to go grab a shirt, and as I started to turn, he said, "No, really it's fine. Just come as you are." So I shrugged and followed him to his home adjoining mine.

I noticed he had straightened up a bit since my last visit. The furniture I had helped move was accompanied by new-looking modern tables and accoutrements, and there were more photos on the wall tastefully appointed. "You've made it look real nice in here," I said, looking around.

"Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you. Here," he said, offering me one of the beers in his hand, "cheers." We clinked glasses and sat down on the couch. I didn't know him well, so I didn't know how to start conversing, but he made me feel at ease, chatting about the weather, the local sports teams, and the like. He was into football as I was, and we had a common appreciation to the local club. The TV was playing in front of us, but neither one of us were paying attention to it. I was surprised at how well we got along.

After finishing the beer, he asked if I'd like another. I agreed, and he went into the kitchen for more. When he returned, we resumed talking about anything and everything. I was starting to feel a buzz coming on and relaxed further. I started talking more with my hands, and I'm sure I was getting louder. Lloyd was wearing a pair of loose fitting athletic shorts and a tank top. I noticed his hand drop to his crotch and adjust himself while we spoke.

I had another sense of deja-vu sitting here on the couch for some reason. I was seeing flashes of sex flicker through my mind, like a flashlight in the dark. That, coupled with the steadily increasing buzz I was feeling started getting me aroused. He continued talking and I was trying to pay attention, but the images kept coming. In addition, I kept noticing his hand on his crotch lightly adjust his package every so often. The light material of the shorts clearly outlined what I already knew was a very big penis. He was sitting on the couch next to me turned slightly facing me, with one knee up on the couch and the other foot on the ground, which exposed his crotch to me. I was focusing on our conversation as best I could, but could swear that he was subtly caressing his cock when I wasn't looking. It seemed as though his shorts were being slowly hiked up his leg, and as loose as they were, I could just make out the head of his penis poking out.

My own cock was straining against my jeans now and becoming uncomfortable. I shifted and tried to be nonchalant about adjusting myself, but it was near impossible to be stealthy about it. As I tugged at myself, he did the same. His cock was clearly getting larger. The head of his cock was now clearly poking out the bottom of his shorts. I could make out the thick foreskin pouting away from the end of his dick. I had no idea what he was saying at this point.

The rush I was feeling was like being ***** and experiencing a high at the same time. I was still trying to listen to him and not look down, but cock was in an awkward position in my jeans, pointing downward and a little under my leg. I couldn't reposition it without drawing attention to it. Finally I couldn't take it and said, "Excuse me" as I leaned back and thrust my hands in my jeans to grab my dick and pull it out from under my leg.

He stopped speaking, looked down at my crotch as I adjusted myself. His own hand went to his own cock and he stroked it through the light fabric of his shorts. I said, "Sorry. I was sort of sitting on it," trying to defend myself.

"Oh, that's ok," he said in response, no longer disguising his huge package. "You looked like you were a little uncomfortable there. That's why I don't wear underwear usually. It lets me move more freely," he said as he looked down at his crotch. "I'm sure it's a lot more comfortable than those jeans. I have more, you know. Why don't you try one on?"

I shook off the odd request. "No, it's ok. I'm much better now," I said. He tugged on his shorts, hiking them further up his thigh. The bulge was impressive beneath them. My less substantial cock was still straining against the relatively tight crotch of my jeans.

"I insist. Let me go grab a pair," he said, and he quickly got up. I tried in vain to stop him as he walked away, but it was no use. In moments, he returned with a pair of shorts similar to what he had on now. As he walked, his cock bounced from one thigh to the other. The shorts he presented were definitely larger than my 31 inch waist, and I was sure they'd fall right off me. "Here, try these on. You'll feel much better," he said.

"I think they're a bit too big, Lloyd," I said.

"Nonsense," he said. "Are you saying I'm fat, or something?"

I really thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but I didn't want to offend him, and in addition, the buzz I was feeling made me abandon any inhibitions I'd have otherwise felt. Plus it almost sounded like him calling me "chicken" for not doing it. I was still debating it, when he grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me to my feet. "Take those off," he said.

The way he grabbed me was a little bit playful but with enough ***** to know that for an older guy, he was a lot stronger than he appeared outwardly. I was quickly to my feet, and once there had a momentary swoon of head rush. Playing it off, I simply said, "Fine. Let's have'em," and I took them from his hands.

I paused for a moment and placed my hands on my knees, just trying to get the ***** back in my head. He then straightened me upright and said, "Well, what are we waiting for?" Standing straight up made it a little worse. Lloyd appeared to be losing patience and said, "What are you, too good to change in front of another guy? What kind of man are you?" I started to reply when he grabbed the waist of my jeans, quickly unsnapping and unzipping the fly. He yanked them down past my knees and my hard penis bounced out, almost hitting him in the face.

"What the hell is this?" he asked. "You've got a hard-on? Does talking to older men get you hard or something?"

I tried to cover myself up, thoroughly embarrassed. "What? No!" I retorted quickly gathering myself. "You know how sometimes you just get one for no reason sometimes. It's nothing," I said, and quickly pulled my feet out of the crumpled jeans on the floor. I quickly yanked up the athletic shorts Lloyd had given me, and as I had suspected, saw that they were practically falling off me. The only part that held them on was the fact that my hard-on stuck straight out. "See?" I said. "They definitely don't fit."

"That," he started, "does not change the fact that you've got a stiffy right here in front of me. What are you, gay? You like looking at other guys' cocks? I've seen you looking at mine. Even right here on the couch, I saw you staring at it." His demeanor was changing. He was no longer the nice older gentleman next door, but a brutishly tough guy that was inching closer to where I stood. I stepped backward, the backs of my legs touching the couch.

"What's going on? It's no big deal," I responded, unsure of what exactly was going on. I was still heavily buzzed, and sliding deeper by the minute. He still inched toward me.

"I'll bet you're a fag, aren't you? That's why you don't have any girlfriends. You've been waiting for me to invite you over here so you can sneak peeks at my dick, aren't you?" he said as he grabbed his package through his shorts, shaking it menacingly as he spoke. He was so close now that my hard penis sticking straight out was touching his hand that held his own. He looked down. "Trying to touch your dick to mine, are you? Boy, you really are a queer, aren't you," he sneered.

"No, wait. I don't know what you're talking about, Lloyd. You know me..."

"Apparently not," he said, cutting me off. "All I see is some gay guy in front of me with a hard on for what I've got in my hand, here." He inched toward me again threateningly, and I, with nowhere to go, plopped backward onto the couch. "Ah," he said as he positioned his legs on either side of my own, "now you're trying to get more at eye-level with me. That right? You must want to see my cock pretty bad, boy."

"Lloyd, what the hell are you talking about? You asked me to come over here the way I was, remember?" I asked. My head was getting more and more blurred, almost like having tunnel vision. I was wondering what the ******* content of those beers were. It was having a tremendous effect on me. I was feeling *****, slightly dizzy, and ************* and the same time as having a heightened sense of awareness and excitement. My limbs felt heavy, but pulsing with energy at the same time.

"Look at your dick," he said. "It's sticking straight up like a little stick. Nothing like this tree I've got here. No wonder you want to see it so bad. You're feeling inadequate with that little tool of yours in your pants." He continued to pull on the organ behind his shorts. It was obviously getting bigger. "You want to see a real man's cock. Now it all makes sense. You're just a little gay fella that can't keep his eyes off my big dick here."

With his change in attitude, I had been watching his face as he spoke in such a threatening way, but now on the couch with him towering over me, I was at eye level with his penis. He still stroked it in front of me and as hard as I tried not to look, my eyes were drawn to it. My own cock ached and created a tent in my shorts. The way he was attempting to degrade me was embarrassing, but only called more attention to this obvious size difference between us both. I felt that the longer I sat here doing nothing only played into his hands, so I put my hands down on either side of me and started to stand, bumping into him slightly as I did so. The familiar dizziness poured over me as I reached my feet. His belly touched mine. I could feel and smell his breath on me and as he stroked his penis, his hand pressed against my own. I began to try and move to the side, but he easily blocked me, continuing to have his legs either side of mine. Each time his hand pressed against my stiff penis was like fire. I didn't want to seem submissive, but the feeling was so stimulating that I couldn't help myself.

"I think I should go, Lloyd," I said feebly. He inched toward me, his hips gently thrusting into mine.

"I don't think so," he said. "I want you to admit that you've been trying to look at my cock. You've been trying to steal glances at what a real man's dick looks like. Am I right?"

"No, Lloyd. I thought you were just being friendly," I said.

"I was being friendly," he said. "But you've been taking advantage of that, so you can see my cock. Just admit it." He pressed his body into mine. He was a good three to four inches taller than me, so his mouth was about at my nose level. It was all I could do to keep my balance and not fall back into the couch. The hand grasping his cock pressed into mine and grinded against me. "Admit that you've wanted to get a good look at this."

"I...I don't know what you are talking about," I stammered.

"Sure you do," he said in a low voice. "I'll bet you've been wondering what it feels like, haven't you? I'll wager you want to feel it right now, aren't you? To wrap your little gay hand around this big dick and feel it grow in your hand. Tell the truth!" he demanded.

As he spoke he pushed against me gently, and it was enough to get me to fall back into the couch. As I sat, he slipped his hand into his shorts. "Here, boy. You want to see this dick? Tell me. Tell me how bad you want it, you little bitch," he growled. I simply stared at his crotch, no longer able to look away from it. It was like he held a gun to my face. It was almost a form of fear that kept me riveted.

"No," I said, feigning willpower. "I need to go."

As I leaned forward to stand, he pushed his hips toward me and his hand, grasping his cock, pushed against my face. I fell back against the cushions. "Oh, so you want it in your mouth, do you? You are a little bitch aren't you? You trying to suck my cock, bitch? Is that what you're wanting?" he said. He then slipped both hands into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. They fell easily to the ground and a thick, veiny, uncircumcised penis waved before me. I was completely in awe. He had only tiny, thin bits of hair dotting the base. His testicles swung low and heavy between his thick legs. By my reckoning, he was about 8 inches at his current length, which was only beginning to harden. It arced away toward my own penis until he held it in his hand, pointing it toward me. He gently stroked the massive tool, pulling the thick, loose foreskin back and forth, exposing a bulbous mushroom head at the end of a very intimidating appendage.

He kicked aside his shorts and continued to caress himself before me. "Is this what you've been wanting to see?" he asked. "I'll be you've been jerking off at night waiting to touch it. No wonder since your own dick is so much smaller," he said, chuckling. "Let's see how much smaller that thing is."

He reached forward and grabbed me arm, hoisting me up to my feet again. He stepped back slightly and with one swift motion, yanked down the shorts that were falling off me anyway, exposing my own rock hard penis. It stood straight up at about six inches, a paltry contrast to the massive trunk he had before me. I tried to cover myself up and turn to the side, but he stopped me and pulled my hand away to meet his cock. "There, now you can feel it. Do you like how it feels, boy? It's like a dream come true, isn't it?" he said.

I didn't grab it when he ****** my hand upon it, but the heat of it stoked a blaze in me and I finally slowly wrapped my hands around it. He pressed my hand against his cock and rubbed it up and down its length. I reluctantly looked down at it as I felt this hot tool in my hand, not having any control over the situation. I was doing his bidding now and felt powerless to stop. Each breath of his against me felt like a blast of heat against me and sent impulses of ******* fascination down my spine. I noticed then that he wasn't holding my hand against him any longer. I was caressing his thick cock all on my own. I felt it grow in my hand. It pulsated and was hardening immediately as I grasped it.

"Yeah, that's it. I knew you wanted this, boy," he said softly. With one hand, he moved up to my shoulder and began to apply pressure downward. I hardly noticed, but exerted more and more pressure until I went to my knees. "Oh, I see. You want to taste it, too? You want my dick in your mouth, you little queer?" he said. I looked up at him, trying to clear my head, but it was impossible. My hand never left his now hardened cock. His hand moved around to the back of my head and pulled me toward his fat cock. He other hand moved to hold his penis still as I still stroked it. As it got closer, my hand fell away. Precum oozed from the head of his dick. I studied his cock at length as it slowly approached me. I didn't turn away, though part of me wanted to.

I felt powerless, but would have flashes of lucidity where I felt I should stop this. These fleeting moments were immediately interrupted by the view before me. He held his dick toward my mouth and pulled my head closer. I began to turn my head away, but then it touched my lips. Just grazed them really, but the feeling sent shockwaves through me. The tip of his cock slid along the side of my cheek and he said, "Where do you think you're going? Open your mouth." I didn't want to do what he said, but I almost felt compelled to do it. His cock was so thick and heavy. It was drawing me in. Finally, he tugged on the back of my head and pushed his dick to my mouth.

I gasped as the pain of him grabbing my hair flashed through me, and as I did, he slipped his cock into my mouth. I wanted to resist, but my body felt afire with him in my mouth. The precum dripped onto my tongue and made me want more. He pulled my head toward him and pushed himself into me deeper. "Yeah, boy. Suck that cock. That's better," he said.

My own cock felt like it would burst from its own skin. I had one hand on each of his hips, partially to keep balance, but also so he wouldn't push in to my mouth too deeply. I wouldn't have been able to stop him either way. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat with each stroke and the loose foreskin caressed my tongue. He continued to grunt rhythmically as he fucked my mouth, berating me for being on my knees, sucking his cock, and loving it.

"Oh yeah, you ready to take my load?" he asked. The question did little to tear me from the fat tool in my mouth. "Here it comes!" he shouted, and I felt a stream of warm cum hit the back of my throat. He quickly pulled out his cock and released the rest of his load onto me, shooting it on my face and forehead, eyes, and chest. He groaned as he milked the rest of it from his dick, and I sat there on my knees, cum dripping down my face. I was in a state of numbness.

"Yeah, you did good," he said, walking away. I remained there, unable to move. He returned, toweling himself off as he strode back toward me. "That was real good, but I think you're right-it's time you headed home," he said. He then lifted me up and sat me on the couch. He helped me pull back on the jeans I had discarded previously. Lloyd did most of the work as I remained deep in my stupor.

Lloyd pulled me to my feet and pulled one arm around his wide shoulders. We walked through his front door and over the few feet to my own place, and he had to almost carry me to my bed where I flopped onto my back.

"Thanks for a good time, boy. Maybe if you're good you can get some more of this tomorrow," I heard him say as he left my dark room. Moments later I heard the distant sound of my front door closing, and I passed into a dreamless *****.

Une histoire incroyable

Première enveloppe jaune...


Je vie à Anjou sur une rue où il y a plusieurs immeubles à étages multiple. Je demeure dans l'un d'eux au septième étage. Je suis célibataire et je mène une belle vie. Quoique sans compagne, je voyage beaucoup, je fais du sport et je prends tout cela au jour le jour. Mon manque de sexe et mon goût pour le style de vie bdsm me porte à faire des petits trucs un peu bizarres lorsque je suis seul.

Ainsi, il m'arrive, lors de mon retour du travail, de me déshabiller, de me ligoter et de me masturber ainsi pour me procurer du plaisir. Je me donne moi-même la fessée. Et même parfois je me fais une séance de selfbondage. Ces petits plaisirs solitaires, que je considère bien légitime, me procure un bien être qui me permet d'évacuer la pression et me détendre.

Cela faisait bien deux ans que j'habitais se condo au septième. Un soir en revenant du travail je prends mon courrier au passage dans le hall d'entrée et je monte à mon appartement. Je dépose les enveloppes sur le comptoir et commence à préparer mon souper. Je soupe tranquillement en regardant les nouvelles et tout va bien. Ensuite pour relaxer je me fais un thé et bien installé dans ma causeuse, je dépouille mon courrier. Des comptes et des publicités principalement. Mais il y a une enveloppe qui attire mon attention plus particulièrement.

C'est une enveloppe jaune de grandeur moyenne avec aucune adresse de retour. Je prends mon couteau et j'ouvre l'enveloppe. Je retire *** contenu. Il s'agissait d'un dvd et d'une feuille avec quelques lignes inscrite dessus...


Place le dvd sur ton player et regarde les photos. Tu recevras une autre enveloppe d'ici peu salope.

Mon visage devient écarlate en moins de deux. Qui pouvait bien me traiter de salope comme cela, il s'agissait probablement d'une erreur. J'insère le dvd dans mon appareil et j'appuis sur le bouton play. Des photos commencent à défiler sur mon téléviseur. Ce ***t des photos de moi en train de m'adonner à mes petits jeux bdsm dans mon appartement. Il y en a une vingtaine. On y distingue très bien mon visage. Plusieurs ont été prises avec un télé objectif. On me voit ligoté en train de me masturber. Sur certaine on voit que j'ai des pinces à linge sur le sexe et les seins. Mon cerveau arrête de penser pendant un court instant.

Puis la folie s'empare de nouveau de moi. Tout me semble si irréel. Puis après avoir repris un peu mes esprits, j'examine à nouveau ces photos. Elles semblent avoir été prisent d'un appartement situé de l'autre coté de la rue. Avec l'angle de prise de vue elles doivent avoir été prise du huitième ou neuvième étage de l'immeuble d'en face. Ce qui représente environ huit appartements possibles. Sur les photos j'étais allongé au milieu de mon salon. Je me souvenais de cette séance. Je l'avais fait il y a environ un mois, un vendredi soir.

Mon coté un peu exhibitionniste me poussait à laisser mes stores ouvert. Je me promenais nu dans mon appartement. Lorsque je pratiquais mon péché mignon mon cerveau se téléportait dans un autre monde et les fenêtres étaient le dernier de mes soucis.

Ce soir la n'étant pas capable de fermer l'œil je me suis assis près d'une fenêtre en essayant de trouver ce photographe indiscret. Mais ma tentative ne porta pas fruits. J'ai été hanté toute la nuit par ce courrier mystérieux. Et je devais recevoir une autre lettre, j'étais très nerveux. Qu'est ce que cela pouvait me réserver dans l'avenir...

Deuxième enveloppe jaune

Depuis une semaine maintenant que j'ai reçus cette lettre anonyme avec ces photos compromettantes. Chaque matin que je vais au travail j'ai l'impression d'être observé. Chaque soir que je reviens à la maison je suis nerveux à l'idée de trouver une enveloppe jaune dans mon courrier. Depuis ce temps je ferme mes stores et je suis aux aguets. Je n'ai refait aucune autre séance de self bondage, je ne me suis même pas masturbé une seul fois depuis.

Ce soir en entrant du travail il y avait une autre enveloppe jaune comme celle de la semaine dernière dans mon courrier. Je me suis empressé de monter chez moi et de m'enfermer à double tour pour ouvrir fébrilement cette enveloppe.

J'ouvre une lumière pour faire un peu de clarté, car avec tous les stores bien fermés ont y voit rien chez moi. Je m'installe à la table de la cuisine et déballe cette enveloppe probablement empoisonnée. Il n'y a qu'une lettre cette fois ci. Mais elle comporte deux pages. Je commence donc à lire...

Salut salope.

Tu vas lire attentivement cette lettre. Et tu vas faire tout ce que je te demande.

Premièrement tu vas ouvrir tout tes stores. Et je veux qu'il soit ouvert au complet, et tu ne les referme plus jamais. Ne lit pas le reste de cette lettre tout de suite. Va ouvrir tes stores immédiatement. Et sache que je te surveille. Allé va ouvrir tes stores.

Si tu continue à lire cette lettre et que tes stores ne sont pas ouvert alors sache qu'une de ces merveilleuses photos de la semaine dernière pourraient se retrouver collé dans le hall de ton immeuble. Allez ouvre tes stores MAINTENANT.

Je me suis donc levé, et j'ai fait le tour de mon appartement pour ouvrir tout les stores. Chaque fois que j'en ouvrais un je regardais pour voir si je n'apercevrais pas le voyeur aux enveloppes jaune. Mais sans succès. Je suis retourné immédiatement à la cuisine pour continuer la lecture de cette lettre.

Tu vas te foutre à poil immédiatement et aller continuer à lire la lettre dans ta causeuse au salon. Et sache que je t'observe, allez EXÉCUSSION SALOPE.

Fébrilement je retire tout mes vêtements et je vais m'assoir dans ma causeuse au salon. Mon cœur bat à tout rompre. Des sueurs froides parcourent tout mon corps. Je commence même à trembler.

Bien, alors chaque fois que tu vas entrer dans ton appartement à l'avenir tu vas te foutre immédiatement à poil. Interdit d'être habillé chez toi. De plus tu n'a plus le droit de fermer ta porte à clés lorsque tu es chez toi. Alors va la débarrer IMMÉDIATEMENT et revient te rassoir dans la causeuse.

Je me lève donc, je débarre ma porte d'entrée et je retourne m'assoir sur la causeuse. Il devait m'observer. J'étais rouge de honte.

Si tu m'as obéit jusqu'à présent c'est que tu es docile et que tu comprends que cela serait la catastrophe pour toi de ne pas obéir à mes ordres. Car il pourrait y avoir plusieurs de tes photos qui pourraient se retrouver dans le hall d'entrée de ton immeuble ou bien sur un babillard au centre commercial.

À partir d'aujourd'hui tu es en mon pouvoir et tu dois m'obéir sinon tu sais à quoi tu t'expose. Pour l'instant contente-toi d'avoir tes stores ouvert en tout temps et de te foutre à poil lorsque tu arrive chez toi. Et n'oubli pas de laisser ta porte débarré lorsque tu es la. Et obéit, car mes contacts me permette de vérifier cette dernière petite chose très facilement...

Je venais de perdre le contrôle de ma vie. Et dans quelle histoire on m'avait donc embarqué...Je me devais d'obéir à cette personne, car sinon ma vie pourrait être un enfer encore plus difficile. Était-ce un homme ou une femme? Que me voulait-elle exactement cette personne?

Pendant des jours entier je me suis foutu à poil en arrivant chez moi, sans fermer ma porte à clés, ni fermer les stores. Je me sentais observé à chaque minute. Et a aucun moment je ne pouvais voir qui pouvait bien me regarder et de quel appartement. Cinq jours on passés jusqu'à ce que ma boite aux lettres contienne à nouveau une enveloppe jaune...

En ouvrant mon courrier ce soir encore une fameuse enveloppe jaune. Je me suis précipité à mon appartement, fermé la porte sans la barrer. Je me suis foutu à poil et je me suis dirigé en vitesse dans ma causeuse pour prendre connaissance de *** contenu.

Salut salope

Bien jusqu'à présent tu es très obéissant. Peut-être que je n'aurai pas à faire développer quelques photos pour les afficher un peu partout. Et en passant c'est bien de laisser ta porte ouverte lorsque tu es la

Cette dernière phrase m'a fait rougir elle savait vraiment que je laissais ma porte débarrée. Si non elle n'aurait pas pris le risque de se tromper et de perdre toute crédibilité. Mon état de stress était à *** comble.

À présent on va être un peu sérieux. Tu vas me faire une liste de tous les objets que tu utilises pour faire tes petites séances perverses et tu vas me dire à quel endroit tu les ranges. Tu vas me mettre cela dans un fichier word et tu va me l'envoyer à [email protected] . Tu incluras aussi à la fin de ta liste ton numéro de téléphone à la mai*** petite pute. Oui, oui tu as bien compris. Et tu sais pourquoi tu vas le faire... Je veux cela pour ce soir 20h00.

Je tremblais comme une feuille à l'automne. Il voulait mon numéro de téléphone. J'ai presque perdu connaissance. Jusqu'ou allait-il aller? Moi et mon goût pour l'exhibitionnisme, voila ou cela me conduisait. À présent je me trouvais dans une aventure diabolique sans possibilité de m'en sortir, à moins de faire face à tous les problèmes que j'aurais s'il mettait ces menaces à exécution. Je me remis à lire.

Chose très importante, demain matin lorsque tu partiras travailler je veux que tu laisse un double de tes clés près du pot de fleur à gauche de l'entrée de ton immeuble. Et ne rouspète pas. Tu n'as pas le choix n'est ce pas... Je sais que tu es rai***nable.

Dernière petite chose. Quand tu partiras n'essais pas de revenir et de regarder qui prendra possession des clés car cella déclencherait ma colère et tu sais...

Bonne nuit la salope.


J'étais sidéré. Cette per***ne me tenait à la gorge et m'étouffait de plus en plus. C'était vraiment comme un piège qui se refermait sur moi sans que je n'y puisse rien. J'avais l'estomac noué, mon appétit s'était envolé. Je tremblais et vacillais en me dirigeant vers ma chambre pour faire la liste de mes jouets bdsm.

J'ai tout sortie mes jouets et j'en ai fait la liste dans un fichier word. J'ai eu du mal à inscrire mon numéro de téléphone. Mes doigts n'arrivaient pas à appuyer sur les bonnes touches. J'ai senti une larme couler le long de ma joue. J'ai ensuite ouvert mon email, j'ai inséré le fichier word et j'ai finalement appuyé sur « envoyer ».

7h40, j'ai fermé l'ordinateur et je me suis fait couler un bon bain chaud. J'y suis resté pendant au moins 2h00. C'est l'eau qui s'était refroidit qui m'a sorti des limbes où je m'étais perdu. Je suis allé me coucher sans vraiment dormir de la nuit.

Le lendemain matin, je partais pour mon travail sans grand enthousiasme. Je laissais le double de mes clés près du pot de fleur et quittais mon appartement inquiet et bouleversé par ce qui m'arrivait...

Ce soir je suis rentré chez moi fatigué et vidé. Non pas d'avoir travaillé fort, mais d'avoir pensé toute la journée à ce qui m'arrivait. Je me suis mis nu, c'était une routine maintenant pour moi. J'ai été porter mon linge dans ma chambre. J'ai tout laissé tomber dans l'ouverture de la porte lorsque j'ai aperçu tous mes jouets sur mon lit. Il était venu ici. Il avait fouillé dans mes affaires. J'avais la trouille. J'ai commencé à faire le tour de mon appartement pour voir si tout était là, quand soudain le téléphone s'est mit à sonner.

-Oui hello!

-Salut salope!

J'ai figé immédiatement. C'était une voix androgyne un peu robotisée. Je ne pouvais pas dire s'il s'agissait d'un homme ou d'une femme.

-Alors on ne répond pas petite pute.

-Heuuu. Oui.

-Va voir au salon j'ai un petit cadeau pour toi sur la table centrale.

Je me dirige donc au salon et je vois sur la table une cagoule noire, un petit cadenas et une paire de menotte. Mon cœur s'est mit à prendre du rythme. Je recommençais à trembler comme la veille au soir.

-Tu vois la cagoule, tu vas la mettre et refermer le tout avec le cadenas. Ensuite tu vas lier tes poignets avec la paire de menotte dans ton dos et tu vas t'agenouiller au centre du salon. T'as compris.

-Heuuuu! Oui.

-Bien, alors tu vas raccrocher le téléphone et tu vas faire cela immédiatement et tu vas attendre. C'est moi qui ai les clés des menottes et du cadenas.

-D'aaaacord.

Je raccroche le téléphone, j'enlève mes lunettes et je commence à installer la cagoule sur ma tête. Elle couvre bien les yeux et laisse le nez et la bouche dégagés. Il y a une fermeture éclair derrière qui descend jusqu'à la base de celle-ci. C'est à cet endroit que l'on peut y glisser le cadenas. Une fois celui-ci installé il est impossible de retirer la cagoule. Je fixe finalement mes deux poignets dans mon dos avec les menottes. Puis je prends place à genoux au milieu du salon et j'attends.

L'attente est interminable. Si c'est lui qui a les clés, alors il va venir ici. Mes tremblements sont incontrôlables. J'ai très froid, le stress envahit mon corps, mon esprit ne peu plus réfléchir, c'est le néant.

Soudain j'entends la porte de mon appartement s'ouvrir. Cette personne inconnue entre chez moi. Moi qui suit au milieu du salon, nu comme un ver et dans une position peu enviable. J'entends les pas qui se rapprochent de moi. La personne semble s'être assise dans la causeuse. Je me sens observé, j'ai honte et je suis angoissé.

Après plusieurs minutes de ce traitement psychologique infernal la personne se relève finalement et s'approche de moi à nouveau. Un de mes seins se fait pincer violemment et se fait tirer vers le haut. Je n'ai pas le choix et je dois me lever. Ensuite la personne pince le bout de mon pénis et le tire vers l'avant elle me promène dans toutes les pièces de l'appartement. Je n'ai d'autre choix que de suivre.

Mon pénis a pris de l'expansion et j'en ai honte. Si je n'avais pas de cagoule mon bourreau pourrait surement voir que mon visage est rouge comme une tomate. Revenu au salon il m'oblige à me coucher à plat ventre sur la causeuse. Il me pousse les bras vers le haut du corps pour dégager mes fesses et là débute une fessée magistrale. Les claques fusent à une vitesse infernale. Je pleure, mais je n'ose crier car je ne voudrais surtout pas alerter mes voisins. La fessée est donnée avec tant de vigueur que je pense que mon bourreau est surement un homme. Ma cagoule est remplie de larmes qui ne peuvent s'échapper.

Finalement il m'oblige à reprendre ma position initiale, soit à genoux au centre du salon et me place les deux mains avec les paumes vers le haut. Soudain je sens qu'il y dépose dans chacune d'elle quelque chose. Puis j'entends des pas qui s'éloigne de moi et ma porte d'entrée qui s'ouvre et se referme.

Je prends quelques instants pour reprendre mes esprits et je commence à tâter les objets dans mes paumes. Ce sont les clés des menottes et du cadenas. De peine et de misère je réussis à me défaire des menottes, puis j'enlève la cagoule. Mes larmes coulent enfin sur mes joues. Mon cerveau est aussi embrouillé que ma vue. Je replace mes lunettes sur mon nez et je vais me passer une débarbouillette d'eau froide sur le visage.

Dans la salle de bain, face au miroir, je constate que mes fesses sont de couleur rouge vif. Elles sont devenues sensibles. Je peux même y distinguer l'empreinte des mains de mon bourreau. C'est incroyable ce qui vient de m'arriver. Un parfait inconnu, qui demeure de l'autre coté de ma rue est entré ici et m'a donné une super fessée. Dire que je pourrais le croiser sur la rue sans le reconnaître.

Je me fais un café et je vais m'assoir dans le salon. Non, je me ravise, mes fesses sont trop sensibles à présent. Je dois rester debout. J'essaie de me relaxer, mais sans grand succès. Puis, le téléphone...

-Oui hello!

-Tu vois salope, c'était seulement un petit aperçu pour te montrer que c'est moi qui contrôle ta vie à présent. Tu me dois obéissance. Tu as bien fait cela aujourd'hui. Et ne soit pas triste on va se revoir bientôt. En attendant n'oublie jamais les consignes.

À suivre...

Pas pour moi, mais bon... même très bon... Merci

Quelques jours plus tard le téléphone retenti de nouveau à mon arrivé du travail.

-Oui hello!

-Salut petite pute...Écoute moi bien, ce soir tu vas aller à la banque et tu vas retirer $400. Tu vas les déposer sur ta table de cuisine. Demain je vais passer les prendre.

-Mais vous voulez avoir mon argent en plus...

-Ferme la idiot, tu n'y es pas du tout, j'ai juste quelques emplettes à faire pour toi et ce n'est pas moi qui va payer petit con.

-Heuuu, bien....

-Tu sais ce qu'il peut arriver si tu n'obéis pas salope.

-Bon, d'accord.

-Bien, et ne me déçoit pas. À plus tard connard.

Et il raccroche aussitôt. Une autre soirée à jongler à mon triste sort. Je suis passé à la banque en soirée et j'y ai retiré $400. J'avais l'impression que tout le monde sur mon passage savait pourquoi je retirais cet argent. J'étais dans un autre monde, rien de rationnel. En revenant chez moi en voiture, le paysage qui défilait devant moi me semblait abstrait. Je perdais le contact avec la réalité. Je ne pouvais plus penser par moi-même, de plus en plus quelqu'un d'autre prenait le contrôle de mon corps et de mon esprit.

Arrivé chez moi j'ai déposé l'argent sur la table de cuisine et après avoir pris une bonne douche je me suis mit au lit. Combien allait-il me soutirer encore. Devrais-je lui payer une mensualité. Ou tout cela me conduirait-il. Soudain le tintamarre de mon réveil me sort de ma torpeur. Sans m'en rendre compte mon esprit avait finit par laisser place au sommeil. Et finalement j'avais passé une assez bonne nuit.

Mais au passage dans la cuisine pour préparer mon petit déjeuner la liasse de billet vert sur la table a vite fait de me réintégrer dans la réalité. Angoissé et découragé je suis parti pour mon boulot sans grand enthousiasme.

Une journée comme les autres, stressante et pénible. L'esprit toujours vagabondant dans l'enfer de ma situation. Et lorsque j'arrivais chez moi le soir je ne savais jamais à quoi m'attendre.

Je ferme la porte et me déshabille. Je marche jusqu'à ma chambre pour mettre mon linge dans la boite à lavage. Je retourne vers la cuisine pour préparer mon souper, mais je fais un pas en arrière. Une chose à attiré mon attention. Mon ordinateur est en mode écran de veille. Il est venu fouiller dans mon ordi pendant mon absence.

Je bouge la souris, je prends quelques instants pour comprendre. Mon écran d'ordinateur est divisé en neuf écrans égaux et dans certain d'entre eux je peux reconnaitre les pièces de mon appartement. Ainsi dans le carré gauche en haut je peux me voir moi-même dans ma chambre. Je lève les yeux et j'aperçois une caméra dans le coin au plafond. Je regarde à nouveau sur l'écran et je remarque que je peux voir dans mon salon, ma cuisine, l'entrée et même dans la salle de bain.

Je fais le tour de l'appartement et constate qu'effectivement il y a des caméras partout dans les coins près du plafond. Dans la salle de bain cependant je ne les vois pas.

-Elles sont caché derrière le miroir salope.

J'ai fait le saut. Cette voie venue de nulle part, une voix androgyne et robotisé comme celle du téléphone. Il avait installé un système pour m'observer à distance, j'étais figé.

-Alors tu ne dit rien petite pute.

-Mais.... Euuuhhh

-Bien oui je t'entends aussi.

Ça alors, il peut me parler et m'entendre aussi, il me voit, il est en train de prendre vraiment le contrôle de ma vie.

-Que voulez-vous exactement.

-Tut... tut... tut... Apelle moi Maître Ordinateur quand tu t'adresse à moi à présent.

-Mais qu'est-ce....

-J'ai dit Maître Ordinateur, si non tu sais...

-D'accord Maître Ordinateur

-Bien, à présent écoute-moi bien sans dire un mot. Comme tu vois je peux t'observer grâce à ces merveilleuses webcams sans file. À tout les samedi matin à l'avenir tu vas changer les piles de toutes les caméras. Il y a un système de chargeur dans la petite chambre.

-D'accccorddd..

-Tu as oublié mon nom salope.

-Ok, d'accord Maître Ordinateur

-Bien, pour les piles des deux caméras de la salle de bain elles sont dans le garde robe de ta chambre, car j'ai du installer des miroirs sans thym pour camoufler les caméras au cas où tu aurais des visiteurs.

-Oui mais pour les autres Maître Ordinateur.

-Bien...Je vois que tu apprends vite petite pute. Tu n'auras qu'as dire que c'est un super système de sécurité.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Ensuite il m'a détaillé le système. M'interdisant de fermer mon ordinateur en tout temps à l'avenir. S'il y avait une panne et bien l'ordi était doté d'une batterie backup. Il m'a aussi fait comprendre qu'a l'avenir il me serait interdit de naviguer sur le net à ma guise. Le seul temps ou je pourrais aller sur le net, c'est lorsque je verrais apparaître un icône dans la case noir au centre de mon ordi, la, il n'y a pas de fenêtre pour une caméra.

J'étais stupéfait. Plus de possibilité d'aller sur mes sites bdsm favori. Être épié 24 heures sur 24. Dire que je voyais le bdsm comme un jeu, mais la c'était devenu du sérieux...

Samedi matin, je sors de la douche, il est 9 heures. Je m'essuie vigoureusement pour bien m'assécher. Quand soudain une voie vient me sortir du néant.

-La douche à été bonne salope.

-Euuuuu oui...

-On dit oui Maitre Ordinateur salle pute

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur.

-Tu vas t'habiller et tu vas aller chercher de la crème épilatoire à la pharmacie immédiatement et défense de mettre des sous-vêtements.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

-Allez dépêche toi et revient vite dans la salle de bain en suite.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur.

Je me suis donc habillé en vitesse et j'ai filé à la pharmacie. J'ai acheté un kit d'épilation et je suis revenu immédiatement à mon appartement...

-Pas trop tôt salope, vite à la salle de bain et comme d'habitude à poil poufiasse.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Je me suis dirigé en courant à la salle de bain et j'ai attendu les ordres.

-Je veux que tu te rase le sexe et la raie du cul petit con, et je ne veux plus un poil compris.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Cela me faisait tout drôle de m'épiler ainsi tout en me sachant observé par cet inconnu. J'ai donc commencé avec les ciseaux pour enlever le plus de poil possible. Ensuite j'ai enduit mon sexe de la crème à épiler, puis j'ai attendu 10 minutes. Ensuite j'ai rincé mon sexe sous la douche et tous les poils ont disparut. J'ai ensuite savonné ma raie et délicatement avec un rasoir bic j'ai fait disparaître les poils autour de mon anus. Je me sentais comme un jeune garçon.

-Bien salope, et à l'avenir je veux que tu t'entretiennes et que tu sois lisse comme un bébé en tout temps.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

-Tu vois, je suis ton maitre et tu es mon esclave tu devras toujours m'obéir, je vais te faire franchir plusieurs étapes qui vont te mener à la domination total.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

-Je t'ai envoyé un fichier avec plein de questions, je veux que tu prennes la journée pour y répondre et que tu me le retourne ce soir à 6 heures. Et pas de mensonges salope, si non tu sais se qui t'attend.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Je me suis donc dirigé vers ma chambre ou est mon ordi et j'ai cliqué au centre de l'écran sur l'icône du questionnaire. Car mon ordi à présent est totalement sous le contrôle de mon Maître. Je ne peux que cliquer sur les icônes qu'il veut bien me montrer. Si non je ne vois que les 8 écrans qui me renvoie les images de mon appartement. J'ouvre donc le questionnaire.

Âge :
Sexe :
Cheveux :
Yeux :
Taille :
Poid :

Adresse :
Téléphone :

Employeur :
Téléphone :

...... Et cela continuait ainsi en me demandant toute mes goûts, tendances, dépravations, tout ce que j'avais déjà essayé etc... Après ce questionnaire je n'avais plus aucun secret pour Maître Ordinateur. Cela m'avait pris toute la journée pour répondre. Il y avait l'équivalent de 50 pages de questions.

À exactement 5heures 45 je retourne le document complété à mon Maître.

-À présent va devant ta porte patio et masturbe toi devant ta porte.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je me suis donc dirigé vers la porte patio et j'ai commencé à me masturber.

-Oui c'est cela, plus vite salope et je veux que tu éjacules sur la vitre.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Après plusieurs minutes de ce manège j'ai finalement jouit et éjaculé sur la vitre. Je voyais le coulis de sperme descendre le long de la paroi.

-Lèche ton sperme qui coule sur la vitre salope, allez plus vite que ça.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je me suis donc exécuté. J'ai léché mon sperme qui coulait. Je sentais que mon bourreau se délectait de me voir ainsi à sa merci dans une position honteuse. Il devait jouir de me voir exécuter tout ces ordres dans les moindres détails. Mais que pouvais-je faire d'autre. Si je n'obéissais pas ma vie deviendrait encore plus pénible. Je ne pourrais même plus me rendre à mon travail ou à l'épicerie sans que tout le monde me regarde avec dégoût et me harcelle et me rejette.

-Bien tu peux retourner à tes activités maintenant petite pute.

-Merci Maître Ordinateur.

Bon j'avais du temps pour moi maintenant, il était 19 heures 30 et comme nous étions en début d'été et qu'il faisait jour jusqu'à 21 heures. J'ai décidé de m'habiller et d'aller faire une randonné de vélo pour me détendre et ne plus penser à rien...

Le dimanche il n'y a rien eu de spécial. Probablement que Maître Ordinateur était sorti. Le lendemain matin je suis parti travailler et la journée s'est déroulée comme à l'habitude. 16 heures 30 j'étais de retour chez moi. J'ai débarré ma porte, je suis entrée et je me suis déshabillé. J'ai pris mon linge dans mes bras et je me suis dirigé vers ma chambre. En passant près de la cuisine je me suis aperçu qu'il y avait un paquet sur la table. J'ai déposé mon linge sur une chaise et j'ai regardé plus attentivement ce colis. Il y avait une note.

Voici un petit film pour te distraire salope.

Une chaleur indescriptible a envahit mon corps. La personne qui me contrôlait avait encore pénétré chez moi. J'ai ouvert la boite et dans celle-ci il y avait un autre dvd. Je l'ai inséré dans mon player et j'ai regardé. Je pouvais me voir moi-même me masturber devant ma porte patio. Tantôt en plan éloigné, tantôt en plan rapproché. Un close up du visage, une vue d'ensemble. Un plan où l'on pouvait voir ma main masturber mon sexe jusqu'à être assez loin pour que l'on voit ma porte patio au centre de l'image et deux étages de l'immeuble en dessous et au dessus.

Ensuite on me voyait éjaculer dans la vitre. Puis en gros plan rapproché on me voyait lécher mon sperme. Je croyais le video terminée. Comme j'allais éjecter le dvd...

-Attend salope ce n'est pas fini reste assis.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Je me suis assis de nouveau dans la causeuse et j'ai continué à regarder. La même scène recommençait, mais vu de l'intérieur. La caméra web du salon avait tout enregistré. J'avais la confirmation qu'il filmait tous mes faits et gestes.

-Bonne soirée salope, fait de beaux rêves.

-Merci Maître Ordinateur

Maître Ordinateur devait être occupé ce soir et me laissait à mon triste sort comme il le faisait souvent. J'ai vaqué à mes occupations après avoir soupé. Comme souvent, depuis que l'on avait pris possession de ma vie ce fut long avant que je trouve le sommeil.

Puis bizarrement j'ai été plusieurs semaines sans avoir de nouvelles de Maître. Était-il malade ou parti en vacance. J'observais quand même scrupuleusement ma routine. J'étais nu dans mon appartement, la porte débarrée et j'attendais les ordres de Maître...

Près d'un mois s'était écoulé depuis le dernier contact avec Maître Ordinateur. Sans avoir la possibilité de naviguer sur internet et de faire quoique ce soit sans l'ordre de mon Maître alors je me défoulais dans le sport et la lecture.

Puis un soir après souper alors que je faisais ma vaisselle.

-Qui es-tu ?

Je fis le saut. Il y avait si longtemps que je n'avais pas entendu la voix de mon Maître. Et quelle question bizarre. C'était peut-être un nouveau jeu. Un nouveau défi qu'il me lançait.

-Je suis votre esclave Maître Ordinateur.
-Et que dois-tu faire?

-Et bien je dois vous obéir Maître Ordinateur.

-Et comment?

-Bien en faisant absolument tout ce que vous me demandez Maître Ordinateur.

C'était vraiment bizarre ces questions. De plus la voix androgyne émanant des haut-parleurs semblait un peu différente de l'habitude. Était-il toujours malade, un problème de voie, j'en perdais mon latin.

Il y avait eu un silence de quelques minutes. Cela m'avait semblé très long.

-Ou demeures tu esclave?
-Bien je demeure en face de chez vous Maître Ordinateur.

Pourquoi ces questions? Je ne savais plus quoi penser, de plus le ton était différent. Il ne me traitait plus de salope ou de petite pute. C'était déstabilisant. Peut-être voulait-il modifier la façon de me dominer. Voulait-il raffiner sa domination sur moi.

-Approche-toi de ta porte de salon et reste la.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je m'approche donc de la porte patio et je reste la. J'essais d'observer quelqu'un qui pourrait m'épier d'un des appartements d'en face. Mais je ne vois rien. Je suis resté ainsi pendant plus d'une demie-heure. Je me demandais bien ce qui se passait. Est-ce que j'allais passer la nuit ainsi? Puis la voix à retenti de nouveau.

-Allez c'est correct tu peux continuer ce que tu faisais.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Et la voix s'est éteinte pour le reste de la soirée. J'ai regardé un peu la télé et je me suis couché de bonne heure. J'ai pensé et repensé à tout cela sans pouvoir trouver une vraie explication. Tout était tellement inhabituel.

Le lendemain matin j'ai repris le chemin du travail. J'étais heureux dans un sens d'avoir été recontacté par mon Maître inconnu. Je ne savais plus quoi faire de ma vie après avoir déjà passé trois mois en compagnie de cette personne qui gérait dorénavant ma vie...

À suivre...

Deux jours on passé sans nouvelle de Maître. Puis le mercredi, j'avais à peine enlevé tout mes vêtements que la voie se fit entendre dans l'appartement.

-Met toi à genoux au milieu du salon.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

J'avais laissé mon linge près de la porte d'entré et je me suis placé, nu, à genoux, au centre du salon. J'attendais la suite impatiemment. J'étais toujours fébrile lorsque je ne savais pas se qui allait se passer ensuite.

-Met tes mains sur ta tête.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Puis il c'est passé encore plusieurs minutes dans le silence. C'était comme d'habitude incroyable. J'étais la au milieu du salon à genoux les mains sur la tête et nu en plus. J'étais la à obéir à une voie d'un inconnu qui provenait directement du web.

-Tu dois m'obéir n'est ce pas ?

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

-Tu dois faire exactement tout ce que je te dis sans rouspéter!

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

-Si tu ne le fait pas qu'est ce qui peu t'arriver?
-Bien, vous pouvez divulguer les photos compromettantes de moi, Maître Ordinateur.

-Et aussi les films n'est ce pas ?

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Bien oui, depuis le temps que Maître Ordinateur me dominait, il avait amassé bien d'autre photos et films de moi dans des situations encore plus délicates. Mais pourquoi me posait-il toutes ces questions. Étais ce pour me préparer à accepter un nouveau défi tout en me rappelant la menace qui pesait sur moi?

-Va mettre ta cagoule de latex qui cache bien ta vue, mais qui laisse ta bouche dégagé.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je me suis rendu dans ma chambre et je me suis mit la cagoule en question. Une fois sur la tête je ne pouvais plus rien voir.

-Ferme la avec un cadenas, enferme tes deux poignets avec une paire de menotte derrière ton dos, laisse les clés du cadenas et des menottes dans le tiroir de ton bureau et retourne au salon dans la position ou tu étais tout à l'heure.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

J'ai donc fermé le cadenas sur les anneaux qui empêchaient d'enlever la cagoule et je me suis joint les poignets derrière mon dos en laissant les clés dans le tiroir de mon bureau. Je me suis dirigé au salon de peine et de misère, car je n'y voyais rien. Et je me suis mit à genoux au centre, du moins je pense.

-Reste dans cette position quoiqu'il arrive. Ne bouge pas d'un poil avant que je ne t'en donne l'ordre, compris.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Qu'allait-il se passer? Mon esprit envisageait toute sorte de scénario possible. C'était peut-être seulement pour utiliser *** pouvoir sur moi. Me faire faire des choses, juste pour voir mon obéissance. Le coté psychologique de l'exercice était enivrant. S'il fallait que les per***nes de mon entourage qui ***t vanille me voie dans cette position. OUFFF ! vision d'horreur. Il ne fallait pas. Et pour cela je me devais d'obéir.

Soudain j'entends la porte de mon appartement s'ouvrir. Une chaleur intense m'envahit alors. Étais-ce Maître ou une autre per***ne. La porte s'était refermée. Un voisin peut-être. On s'approchait de moi. Pas un mot. Je tremblais de peur et d'angoisse. Des goutes de sueur ruisselaient sur mon corps.

Soudain j'ai senti que l'on me pinçait un sein, puis je me suis senti tiré vers l'avant. La per***ne semblait me rapprocher de la causeuse. Puis deux mains m'ont plaqué contre un entre-jambe et j'ai été obligé de lécher celle-ci. Était-ce Maître Ordinateur?

Chose donc j'étais certain Maintenant c'est que Maître Ordinateur était une femme. Je goutais *** sexe ruisselant de plaisir. Il était juteux et odorant. En me pinçant les seins et en me plaquant le visage sur *** sexe elle m'obligeait à lui lécher avec vigueur. Après quelques minutes je l'ai senti prendre *** plaisir et elle à maculé le bas de mon visage de *** jus. Ces jambes se ***t serré de chaque coté de ma tête très fort. *** corps c'est tordu de plaisir. Elle m'a, pendant plusieurs minutes bien badigeonnée de *** nectar.

Puis, me prenant par un sein elle m'a redirigé vers le centre du salon pour reprendre ma position. Je l'ai senti s'éloigner et elle est sortie de l'appartement en refermant la porte. Je suis resté au centre du salon attendant de nouveaux ordres. C'était incroyable, elle s'était enfin vraiment servie de moi pour la première fois après ces presque quatre long mois. Décidément j'entrais dans une seconde phase de mon dressage. Quelques minutes plus tard le silence de l'appartement à été rompu.

-Tu va aller enlever tes menottes et la cagoule et tu pourras vaquer à tes occupations normales. Mais défense de te laver le visage ou de te brosser les dents pour ce soir.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

-Et à l'avenir tu va m'appeler Maîtresse Liane

-Oui Maîtresse Liane.

-Et demain lorsque tu arriveras chez toi je veux que tu dépose 350 euros sur la table de cuisine.

-Mais Maîtresse...

-Il n'y a pas de mais, obéit ou sinon...

-Oui Maîtresse Liane

En arrivant chez moi ce soir j'ai déposé 350 euros sur la table de cuisine. J'ai allumé la télé et je me suis préparé un bon souper. Toute les nouvelles me semblaient bien banales. J'étais à l'étape du thé lorsque la voix de Maîtresse c'est fait entendre.

-Place-toi au milieu du salon à genoux avec la cagoule et les menottes comme d'habitude salope.

-Oui Maîtresses Liane.

Cela voulait dire qu'elle traverserait bientôt et que j'aurais droit à une séance de domination en règle. Fébrilement j'ai exécuté les ordres. En moins de deux je me suis retrouvé nu au centre du salon cagoulé et menotté. Quelques minutes plus tard effectivement ma porte d'entrée grinçait. Le bruit de ces talons aiguilles c'est rapproché et une violente sensation de douleur à traversé ma poitrine lorsqu'elle à empoigner mon sein avec une traction vers le haut pour me faire mettre debout.

J'ai senti ensuite qu'elle me tâtait le sexe. Voulait-elle me donner du plaisir pour une première fois. Cela commençait à m'exciter au plus haut point. Puis j'ai senti que mon sexe était compressé comme dans un étau, j'ai entendu clic et elle a cessé de me tripoter. Elle m'a attiré vers la causeuse et m'a obligé à m'étendre sur celle-ci sur le dos.

Puis j'ai gouté à nouveau à *** sexe juteux qui se frottait à ma bouche. Pendant plusieurs minutes elle à fait des mouvements de va et vient sur ma figure pour se procurer du plaisir. J'avais de *** jus qui coulait dans mon coup. C'était incroyable comment cette femme était ruisselante. Lorsqu'elle c'est approché de l'orgasme elle serrait de plus en plus mes seins endoloris. Je me forçais pour la faire jouir au plus vite pour qu'elle arrête sa *******. Puis dans un grand tremblement elle c'est laissé emporter. Elle est resté un peu sur mon visage et c'est ensuite relevé.

J'ai pu finalement reprendre mon souffle et abaisser mon rythme cardiaque. Elle est allée ensuite à la salle de bain faire un petit pipi, puis elle est reparti. Je suis resté sur la causeuse attendant les ordres de Maîtresse.

-Enlève les menottes et la cagoule esclave.

-Oui Maîtresse Liane.

Je me dirige donc à tâtons vers ma chambre et je réussis non sans peine à trouver les clés pour me libérer de ces contraintes. À ma grande surprise je m'aperçois en enlevant la cagoule que lorsqu'elle est venu elle m'a installé une ceinture de chasteté. Et moi qui pensais qu'elle me tripotait. Pour en avoir vu plusieurs sur le net, je savais que c'était une cb3000. J'ai essayé vainement de la retirer.

-Essaye pas, elle est bien en place et c'est moi qui est les clés. Et ne cherche pas le 350 euros sur ta table de cuisine j'ai du le prendre pour payer ce petit bijou. Ha ha ha...

-Merci Maîtresse Liane.

-Ha... Comme il est chou, il me re merci de pouvoir lui permettre de ne plus être en mesure de se procurer du plaisir. Ha ha ha...

J'étais figé, qu'est ce que cela pouvais bien signifier. Étais-je condamné à ne plus pouvoir me masturber le restant de mes jours. Plus aucun plaisir. Je resterais un simple outil de plaisir pour ma Maîtresse et moi rien. La dernière fois que j'avais joui c'était il y a une semaine, en dessous de mes couvertures tard le soir pour que m'a Maîtresse ne me voie pas. J'avais fais cela en silence et de façon très discrète.

-Bon va te reposer, maintenant. Car ce samedi tu va avoir une soirée bien rempli.

-Bien Maîtresse Liane.

Sur ce je suis retourné au salon pour éteindre la télé et me préparer pour faire ma toilette avant le coucher. Je me suis rendu compte qu'il y avait un dépliant sur la table du salon. J'en ai pris connaissance, c'était un petit manuscrit qui indiquait comment prendre soin de ces organes génitaux lorsque l'on porte la cb3000 pendant de longue périodes.

J'ai lu le dépliant, puis ensuite je suis allé prendre ma douche. En sortant de celle-ci tout en m'essuyant avec ma serviette je me suis rendu compte qu'il n'était pas facile d'assécher mon sexe avec cette cage de plexi. J'ai du sortir le séchoir à cheveu pour faire le travail tout en essayant de ne pas bruler mes bijoux de famille. Maîtresse Liane devait bien se bidonner en me regardant faire.

Une fois au lit cela à bien été, à part que le dodo sur le ventre est à proscrire avec ce truc entre les jambes, Et que me réservait donc ce samedi...

Samedi matin, très tôt la voix de Maîtresse m'a réveillé.

-Lève toi, allez lève toi...

-Oui Maîtresse Liane

-Prend un bon déjeuner et tu vas faire le ménage de ton appartement bien comme il faut. Après le diner tu vas faire ta toilette de façon très soigné puis à 15h30 je veux que tu sois en place au milieu du salon avec ta cagoule et tes menottes compris.

-Oui Maîtresse Liane.

-J'espère que tu as rempli ton frigo de bière et de bon vin comme je te l'ai demandé cette semaine et que tu as acheté plein de croustille selon mes bons vœux.

-Oui Maîtresse Liane, Tout est dans le frigo et l'armoire.

-Et n'oublie pas, ménage impeccable et à genoux avec ton attirail au milieu du salon à 15h30.

-Bien Maîtresse Liane.

Je me suis donc levé, j'ai déjeuné et j'ai entrepris de faire briller cette appartement de célibataire. L'aspirateur, l'époussetage, le rangement etc... Puis après un diner très copieux j'ai fait ma toilette avec tous les problèmes que cela comporte. Le rasage de l'anus, le séchage du sexe, après une épilation rendu difficile à cause de la cb3000. Mais avec un peu de crème, une pince à cil et beaucoup de patience je me débrouillais pas si mal.

À 15h30 précises je me trouvais au centre du salon à genoux, menotte au poignet et cagoule sur la tête. Environs 15 minutes plus tard j'entendis Maîtresse arriver. Elle est passé près de moi et elle s'est assise dans la causeuse, puis elle à allumé la télé. Elle s'est relevée, puis me trainant par un sein elle m'a contraint de me coucher entre le mur et le fauteuil. Puis elle s'est assise de nouveau pour écouter la télé. Je ne sais pas combien de temps j'ai attendu ainsi.

Puis le tintamarre de la ***nette d'entrée m'a sortie de mes ***ges. Mais qui pouvait bien me rendre visite en ce samedi après midi. Ma sœur? Ma mère? Un ami ? Mon corps réagissait violemment à cette situation. Je commençais à grelotter et à avoir des sueurs froides. Maîtresse c'est levé et à été voir qui c'était. Je l'ai entendu décrocher le combiné qui permet de voir qui est dans le hall d'entrée.

-Allo, oui entrée, c'est au septième étage, appartement 704... C'est à droite en sortant de l'ascenseur.

Puis elle raccroche. Mon dieu, elle avait fait monter *** interlocuteur. Enfin, il devait être au moins deux puisqu'elle avait dit monté. Et moi qui se trouvais nu dans un coin du salon. Cela ne m'aidait pas du tout à me contrôler. Les tremblements devenaient encore plus intenses. Puis la porte d'entrée c'est ouverte.

-Allo, comment ca va.

-Ça va très bien et vous?

-Bien merci.

-Entrée, ne restez pas la...Venez vous assoir au salon.

Pas vrai, elles les invitaient au salon. Et moi qu'est ce que je faisais là. Je me faisais le plus discret possible, très près du mur collé contre le fauteuil. Les pas se dirigent vers moi tous des talons hauts. Je suis crispé et anxieux.

-Vous voulez une bière les filles?

-D'accord pour moi....

-Moi aussi Liane.

-Très bien je vous sert ça en moins de deux...

La porte du frigo se fait entendre, et le glou glou de la bière qui descend dans les verres. Puis Maîtresse revient vers le salon et s'assoie.

-Alors Liane tu as été bien mystérieuse cette semaine, tu disais que tu voulais nous montrer quelque chose...

-Oui et moi il y a une chose qui me tracasse aussi depuis que nous sommes arrivées...

-Qu'est ce qui te tracasse Karine?
-Et bien le condo que tu as hérité de ton oncle le mois dernier, il n'était pas de l'autre coté de la rue.

Elle avait hérité de *** oncle le mois dernier. Mais alors, cela fait au moins quatre mois que je suis dominé, cela veux dire qu'au début c'est *** oncle qui m'a découvert et qui a tout manigancé.

-Justement Karine, il est de l'autre coté de la rue.

-Celui-ci, il est à toi aussi?

-Mais non Françoise, celui-ci appartient à ma surprise.

-Quoi tu veux dire que tu t'es fait un copain...

-Pas du tout, vous connaissez tous ma vision de la vie, pourquoi s'encombrer d'un homme lorsque l'on peu vivre complètement libre.

-Mais là je ne comprends pas du tout Liane, c'est tellement nébuleux ton histoire.

Je commençais à sentir la soupe chaude, bientôt elle allait me sortir de ma cachette, et n'ayant aucun choix cela allait être ma fête.

-Avance à quatre pattes au milieu du salon.

-Mais tu ne veux tout de même pas que je fasse ça Liane.

-Mais non Françoise, je dis cela à ma surprise.

-Ta surprise?

-Allez au milieu du salon esclave.

Ces derniers mots m'ont glacé le sang. Je savais que commençais ici ma vraie condition d'esclave. Elle me ferait faire tout ce qu'elle voulait. J'allais avoir la honte de ma vie et cela ne faisait que commencer...

Fin

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I Am Not Gay, Really


Jake had invited me to his club to play squash one Saturday and after completely dominating me we sat down in the men's grill to have a couple of ******. Jake is a nice enough guy, but all he talks about are women and sex. Jake's wife is very attractive and more than ten years his junior, but he still can't stop talking about other women. We finally stopped sweating and headed to the shower room to clean up and head home.

I undressed in the locker room, wrapped a towel around my waist and wandered around until I found the shower room. It was a single room with more than twenty shower heads, almost like what I imagine a prison shower might look like. I hung my towel on a hook and began showering. I was a little self conscious as Jake took the shower just next to mine. I looked over and quickly turned away. Something caught my eye and I casually turned back toward him. It was his penis hanging down like a hose draped over his testicles that had my attention. It was bigger than any penis I had ever seen. My own penis was around four and a half inches when erect, his must have been six when he was completely flaccid.

Just then Jake asked, "Like what you see down there?"

I quickly turned my head as my face turned completely red. I tried to laugh it off, but Jake offered, "Its okay, you aren't the first guy to notice my cock. To be honest I couldn't help but notice yours."

The ***** began to leave my cheeks as I wondered what he meant. I looked at him quizzically when he clarified, "No! Not like that! Idiot! I couldn't help but notice, well, how small your penis is. How do you fuck with that?"

I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and made my way to the locker room. Once I was dried off and was putting on my pants Jake appeared. He had dried himself off and had his towel wrapped around his waist. He tried to apologize and I told him it was nothing.

I sat on the bench and began putting on my socks as Jake dropped his towel and started putting on his deodorant. He cock wasn't more than three feet away from my head and I was trying to ignore it, focusing on getting my shoes on. I had my right shoe on when I couldn't help but notice that he was massaging his penis with his hand. It was slowly getting hard when Jake said, "To be honest I have been torturing guys with my penis since I realized it was on the big side my freshmen year of college."

I managed to get my other shoe on by the time Jake was completely erect, his penis curved upward at a length I estimated to be nine inches. I began to get up when Jake took a step toward me and asked, "Do you want to touch it?"

I told him I would see him later, grabbed my bag and got out of there.

Later that evening I told Michelle about the incident. At first she thought he might be gay, but then she began to ask me about the size. She couldn't believe he was as big as I said. She thought I must be exaggerating.

Several weeks later Michelle invited several women from the neighborhood over for some wine and cheese. I managed to avoid the hen-fest by going to the driving range. The wine flowed freely and Michelle finally got up the nerve to ask Sarah about Jake's massive penis. She mentioned that I had mentioned the size of Jake's penis to her and Sarah confirmed my story. Michelle couldn't believe it and that was when Sarah offered to take a picture and email it to her if she would do the same. The girls couldn't stop laughing.

Sarah kept her promise and emailed a picture of Jake's penis along with a ruler. Turns out I was wrong, he was closer to ten inches long than nine. Michelle couldn't believe Sarah sent the picture. In fact Michelle had forgotten all about the agreement until she received the picture. How was she going to get a picture of my penis? The truth of the matter was, she wasn't going to.

When Sarah asked Jake to let her take the photo she had to explain the context and asked Jake what had happened. Jake told Sarah about our locker room experience, but a very different version than mine. He explained that it was only after seeing him naked that my penis became aroused. He said that I began stroking my penis in front of him, my hand almost completely covering my penis. He admitted he was intrigued, but only because I was so small. Then he told Sarah that I asked him if he would be interested in a three way with Michelle and me. Specifically that I wanted to watch another man fuck Michelle. Sarah couldn't believe it, she had no idea I was such a freak. Of course Sarah and Jake had done a LOT of experimenting. Jake had brought other women home to their bed before and Sarah had enjoyed the experience.

The following week Sarah and Michelle went to lunch and the topic of the picture came up. Michelle apologized and explained that I wouldn't understand, we just weren't that adventurous when it came to sexual matters. Sarah laughed suggesting that Michelle might be surprised. Sarah then told Michelle part of the story Jake had told her, specifically that I wanted Jake to fuck Michelle as I watched. She left out the gay stuff, suspecting that Michelle might not want to hear about that just yet.

Michelle couldn't believe that I had talked to Jake about our sex life, much less ask him if he would be willing to have sex with her. In fact she did NOT believe it and quickly wrapped up lunch. Michelle decided not to ask me about the story.

I ran into Jake over the next weekend and he told me that Michelle had asked Sarah about penis size. He explained that Michelle was curious what it felt like to have sex with someone with a huge penis like Jake. Jake then gave me some friendly advice, suggesting that while penis size isn't that important, it can break couples apart. If Michelle is curious she might cheat or break up just to find out that having sex with someone with a big penis isn't any better than having sex with me. It was a really strange conversation. Jake then handed me a page he had printed from the Internet for a penis extender. The device attached over penis up-to four inches long and adding both girth and length. He explained that I could order it and let Michelle experience a bigger penis, letting her get over her curiosity.

As I held the printout in my hand I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. Really? I finally told Jake I didn't believe him and then he told me to check Michelle's email from Sarah.

That evening I found the picture of Jake's erect penis from Sarah in Michelle's inbox. I couldn't believe it. I ordered the penis extender right then.

Before the extender came Michelle ran into Sarah at the mall. Sarah apologized, but insisted she was telling the truth. She then revealed that I had told Jake I was going to order a penis extender to use to show her how good sex would be with Jake. She also explained that I was trying to build up the courage to ask her. Michelle wasn't buying it. Sarah was such a freak, Michelle thought to herself.

Ironically, it was that night that I first tried to use the extender. Michelle was shocked when she saw that Sarah had been telling the truth. I covered the extender in lube and began pushing it inside of Michelle, who at first seemed annoyed, seemed to be enjoying it. The extender added a couple of inches in length and at least that much in girth so the added pressure on her vagina seemed to be helping her get off faster. Michelle had forgotten about her conversation with Sarah by this point was midway through her third orgasm when I asked her, "So how do you like it?"

Michelle was still in mid-orgasm as she tried to answer. She had no idea I had seen the picture and assumed I was about to suggest that she have sex with Jake. Michelle decided to lie, suggesting that it was too big and that it hurt. I stopped immediately, leaving Michelle wanting more, but not willing to give me the satisfaction.

When we were done I couldn't believe it, but Jake had been right. Michelle just needed to realize she wasn't missing out. I would have to remember to thank him.

Michelle stopped by Sarah's house to apologize and explained what had happened and how she had lied to me. Sarah then told the other half of the story Jake had told her. The part about how I masturbated while looking at Jake's penis. Michelle was devastated and angry. Just then Jake got home and could tell that Sarah had told Michelle the whole story. Both Sarah and Jake comforted Michelle.

After a few glasses of wine Jake looked at Sarah and after she nodded he made his move. He began brushing her hair with his hand as Sarah rubbed her back. He then began kissing her neck. Before Michelle knew it she was completely naked in Sarah and Jake's bed. Laying in the missionary position Michelle took Jake's massive penis inside of her little by little as Sarah massaged her clit. Michelle forgot about everything else as she enjoyed massive amounts of pleasure from the couple. When it was over reality washed back over Michelle and she began to feel guilty. Jake convinced her that it wasn't cheating because I was actually gay. He explained that lots of men don't admit their sexuality even to themselves. He admitted that he was bi-sexual. Michelle shot a glance at Sarah who nodded in agreement.

Jake had an idea. The idea was for Michelle to help me experience what it was like to have sex with a man. The plan included wrist and ankle restraints, a large cushion to place under my hips and a ball-gag. Michelle was to get me to allow her to restrain me on the bed, put the ball-gag in and push the cushion under my hips.

That evening Michelle had no problem convincing me to allow her to tie me up. I started to get worried when she put the ball gag in. The cushion caused my ass to stick way up in the air. Michelle began lubing up my anus and I realized she was going to put something in there. She began laughing and teasing me, asking if I was enjoying it. She pushed her finger in my ass causing me to get aroused. She asked again if I was enjoying and I nodded that I was. She laughed out loud as she got off of the bed. I saw Sarah standing in the doorway and couldn't imagine what was going on.

Then I felt something big pressing into my anus. Just as I did I saw Sarah and Michelle standing next to each other. Jake began to laugh as he realized I knew what was happening. I tried to fight, but Jake kept feeding his massive cock into my asshole. It burned as my anus ripped to accept his huge penis. Then he stopped. His cock was buried deep inside of my and I didn't dare move. He pulled my hips upward, putting me on my knees. The new position reduced the pressure. He then removed the cushion.

Michelle couldn't look away, I watched as she stared at Jake with his cock inside of me. Sarah was rubbing Michelle's breast as she watched. Jake reached underneath and held my penis until it was hard. I didn't fight him because any little movement caused me tremendous pain. He then began driving his cock in and out of my ass. I realized after pulling away a few times that if I stayed completely still it was less painful. He kept holding my penis as he fucked my ass, his hand moving back and forth with each thrust.

Jake never stopped talking. He talked about how good my ass felt, how he wanted me to cum. By this point my eyes were closed and I was trying to block the experience from my mind. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming and Jake seemed to know. He leaned forward, his cock deep inside of me he let go of my penis. He gripped my waist and began rotating his hips repeating, "Cum, cum, cum..."

Then my penis jumped and a stream of hot semen sprayed onto the sheets. Jake praised me and told me to keep going. I opened my eyes and saw Sarah unbuttoning my wife's shirt. I also saw what looked like a tear in my wife's eye. Michelle turned away as my penis jumped to spray a second stream of semen on our bed. She couldn't watch anymore.

When I was done Jake pulled out and I collapsed on the bed in a pool of my own semen. I couldn't open my eyes, I just laid there until I realized that Michelle was on the edge of the bed. I turned to see my wife with her back to me facing Jake as he stood at the side of our bed. Jake lifted her legs and said, "I know you wanted to watch me fuck your lovely bride! Enjoy!"

With that Michelle moaned and groaned as Jake fucked her hard. Jake couldn't hold on very long before he came inside of my wife. Sarah and Jake left soon after and Michelle released me from my bonds. I couldn't look at her much less talk to her.

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A Special Business Trip


A 25 year old straight male is lead to believe the he is going on an out of country business trip with his 50 year old male manager who also is the CEO of the company they work at. Little does he know that his manager has different plans for their "business" trip. By the end of this trip this young guy will have been stripped of his clothes, his passport, his freedom and will be thrown into a world of sex slavery.

Chapter 1 - Prologue:

Mike Hernandez recently started a new job at Prima Technology Corporation as a systems help desk administrator; although he was quiet and shy, he was well liked by his co-workers. He also had the fortune of becoming the personal choice technician of the company's CEO, Theodore Wilson; or Ted as he preferred to be called. Ted insisted that only Mike support his technological needs, so it wasn't entirely a surprise when Ted asked Mike to travel with him on a two week business trip to Germany to provide IT support. Mike always wanted to travel the world but never had a chance, so he was very excited about the prospects of traveling to Germany with his boss.

Mike had just turned 25 years old; he was of Latino/Italian decent; he had medium-tan complexion which was the envy of many people, he was shorter then average at 5'4 tall. He wasn't very muscular, and he was also very skinny. One thing he did pride himself on was his flexibility; he started taking yoga classes a few years ago and his instructors were amazed by how well he could stretch and bend.

Mike had few obligations at home. He was currently single. His ex-girlfriend of seven years left him for another women; she had been cheating on him for almost two years. Although people would describe him as friendly, he wasn't very adept at making friends; in fact he didn't have any friends at all. Mike had no living relatives, no pets, he didn't even own a plant. His life was quiet and simple, just the way he liked it.

Chapter 1: Early morning delight.

Mike woke up a few hours before his fight, it was still early and the sun had not risen yet. He had already packed his bags the previous night, all that was left was to eat breakfast, take a shower and catch the cab to the airport.

Mike was feeling a little tense; he had never been on a plane before and he was also worried about what he would talk about with his boss during the flight. A hot shower was just the thing to ease his tension. Taking a shower was Mike's favorite part of the day; he loved taking very hot and long showers; even during the summer. It drove his girlfriend insane, but he was single now and could do what he wanted. Mike stripped down naked in his bedroom and went to the bathroom mirror to look himself over. Mike thought he was weird because he liked to look himself in the mirror nude; he didn't understand why, but it kind of turned him on. Mike didn't have any body hair, he kept his legs, arms and underarms shaved because he thought it looked better when doing yoga. Mike also kept his pubic hair very short because it made his package look larger. He turned his backside to the mirror and thought to himself that he had a very nice ass, very firm and defined, he gave himself a small slap on his behind.

Having been satisfied with his appearance in the mirror, Mike started the water and waited until the room filled with steam before he stepped into the shower. Mike's favorite position in the shower was with his back towards the shower head allowing the water to stream down his back while he closed his eyes. Mike washed himself in all the usual places; however when he came to his ass he decided to separate his butt cheeks and allow a stream of hot water to tickle his anus. Doing this always made him horny and he figured that a quick jack-off wouldn't hurt. The stream of water hitting his anus sent a tingling sensation from his tailbone all the way up his spine. Mike could feel himself getting erect as his spread his anus larger allowing the water to go in deeper, he hadn't done this in a long time and the sensation made him stand on his toes in pleasure. The water trickled up his anus and he slowly gave himself an anal massage allowing the tip of his finger to go deeper each time he circled around. As he continued to massage himself, he could feel is scrotum throbbing and the shaft of his penis growing longer and harder. Mike's anus was now accepting the entire tip of his finger and he was pushing deeper and deeper until he had his entire index finger in his ass.

Mike took deep breaths as he slowly moved his finger back and forth, he continued to finger himself for several minutes until his dick demanded attention. He quickly pulled his finger out letting out a quiet squeal as he pulled out. Mike put his left arm on the wall to support himself and moved his right hand to grab a hold of his already erect penis; he began to stroke slowly back and forth swaying gently with the motion, he then opened his eyes and looked down to watch himself stroking and he started to thrust himself harder against his hand. He kept thrusting harder and faster nearly losing his balance, he closed his eyes, he could feel it coming, but he held it in, his entire body was shaking as he continued to stroke. He bit his lip and held his breath, he closed his eyes and denied himself what he so desperately wanted. He was now thrusting his entire lower body, he was ready to cum and he finally allowed himself to release, Mike moaned loud; much louder then he expected, his body jerked uncontrollably in ecstasy and he felt his load shoot out across the shower. After it was over he kneeled down in the shower, the water still spraying on his head, he closed his eyes and took long deep breaths, his penis was still sensitive and he could feel water dripping off the tip of his penis. Mike took a few more minutes to compose himself, and finished his shower. After drying up he threw himself onto his bed laying face up spreading his legs and arms out as wide as he could. He felt the cold air run across his sensitive penis, the air felt great against his naked body, his eyes were closing, he was drifting off to *****, but just as he was about to fall a*****, he turned over and saw the clock and realized he was going to be late for his flight.

Chapter 2 - Prologue:

Mike Hernandez is scheduled to go on a two week business trip to Germany with Ted Wilson who is the CEO of the company he works at. Mike had everything planned and he woke up early so he would have enough time to get to the airport; however vanity keep him occupied in a mirror for a little to long, he become horny and pleasured himself in the shower and lost track of time and then he almost fell asleep on the bed after recovering from his shower experience. Mike had no time to waste, he had to scoff his breakfast down as fast as he could, hail and get to the airport.

Chapter 2: Just the two of us.

Mike arrived at the airport, checked in his bags, made it through security and found his terminal with twenty minutes to spare; he was relieved that he made it on time. Mike saw his boss, Ted Wilson waiting for him near the terminal front desk.

"Mr. Wilson, over here!" Miked yelled, and waved.

Ted (Theodore) Wilson was a hansom man by anyone's standard. He was very tall at 6'1, he was slender and muscular. Ted had silver-black hair, he was clean shaven and kept his hair short. Ted was in his early 50's but could have easily passed for being his his 40's.

"Ah, there you are Mike!" Ted said. "And how many times do I have to tell you, please call me Ted."

Mike quickly walked over to Ted, still panting from his hike to the terminal.

"Yes Sir... SORRY, I mean Ted." Mike said.

Ted looked Mike up an down examining him. "I was beginning to think I was being stood up."

"Nnn-no not at all, I was just-- rather I lost track of time is all, and I ..." Explained Mike with a hint of panic in his voice.

Ted smiling and laughing and interpreted Mike. "Relax, I am just teasing you. Anyway they will be boarding first class any minute now. Have you ever flown first class Mike?"

"I've never even been on a plane before, this is all new to me." Mike explained, relieved that the topic had changed.

"Well, you're in for quite a treat. First class is the only way to fly." Ted gave another laugh then padded Mike on the shoulder.

It was just then that Mike realized that something, or rather someone was missing. "Sir--- Ted, if you don't mind me asking, where is your personal assistant? Doesn't she always come with you on business trips?"

Ted's smile slightly diminished. "Oh, Julie... yes, she'll--- be joining us on a later flight. No need to worry about that now."

Mike shrugged this statement off not giving it much more thought; however it did lead to his next question that he had been wanting to ask since he as told he was coming along.

"Ted, if you don't mind me asking another question?" Mike asked.

"Go for it." Ted replied, although not completely paying attention.

"Well, I was just wondering why you are bringing me along? Do you really think you'll need that much technology support?" Mike questioned.

Ted was no longer smiling; but he wasn't upset either, he had a look of confidence on his face. "Don't worry Mike, I have big plans for you. Trust me when I say that you will be playing a vital role. But let's not talk business right now, they're about to allow us to board."

No sooner when Ted said this, the flight attendant announced that they'd be allowing the first class passengers to board. The two easily found their seats. Mike's fear of conversational topics was relieved as Ted spent the majority of the time telling Mike about his adventures and trips around the world. Ted had visited twelve counties; he lived in four of them and spoke fluent English, German, French and Spanish. He was an avid outdoors person who loved to camp, hunt, and go on long hikes. Ted married once in is youth, but had no ******** and divorced shorlty after the marriage because his career didn't allow him the time to have start a family. Their eight hour flight went by surprisingly fast, an on-flight movie compensated for lulls in conversation and Mike drifted in and out of *****. Mike was grateful to set his feet on the ground when they arrived. Ted explained that he had a limousine waiting to take them to his personal villa and that their luggage would be delivered to the villa shortly after. The drive to the villa was rather long, they left the city limits, passed through a smaller down and drove by a small village. Ted's villa was a few miles further, it was on a cliff with an overview of the valley and village below. The driver dropped off the two at the front door of the villa and left. Ted unlocked the door and gestured for Mike to walk in first.

"Mike, before you go any further I'm going to ask you to take your shoes and socks off." Ted stated.

Mike completely understood the request to take off his shoes but thought the second part of Ted's request was a bit odd. "My socks too?" Mike asked in a confused tone.

Ted smiled and said, "Mike, these carpets cost a quarter of a million dollars. Trust me, you are going to want experience the feel of them on the bottom of your feet."

Mike obeyed and took his socks off and stuffed them in his shoes and set them to the side. He stepped off the tile of the front entrance onto Ted's carpet. Mike thought to himself, that Ted was right. The carpet was fluffy and soft the fibers of the carpet seemed to engulf his feet and he felt like he was walking on clouds. For a brief moment he pictures himself laying completely naked and spread out on the carpet, but he quickly pushed that image out of his head when Ted asked him a question.

"So what to you think, it feels great on your feet?"

"--yeah, Yeah! It feels really nice." Mike replied with a nervous laugh. Mike noticed that Ted did not take his shoes or socks off, but figured it was his home and he was used to it.

"Shall I give your the tour?" Asked Ted, "Please do." Mike replied.

Ted lead Mike around the home and showed him the kitchen, living room, dining room, entertainment room. The home had an indoor and outdoor swimming pool, outdoor hot tubs that connected to each bedroom indoors. He had a tennis court and further out had a field running track. Ted showed Mike the bedrooms first, each "small" bedroom was at least twice the size of Mike's master bedroom in his apartment. Every bedroom had the most amazing shower Mike had ever seen. It had omnidirectional heads that could spray water in every direction, you could even program different sections with different water temperatures and pressure, it even had detachable heads with jet streams. Mike thought to himself that those heads could come in handy. After the tour of the house, Mike noticed that Ted didn't show im one of the rooms, it had a padlock on the top of the door and a keyed doorknob.

"What's in the room with the lock?" Mike asked.

Ted turned to look at Mike, he had an odd smile that Mike couldn't make out. "Oh, it's just full of furniture that doesn't match the rest of the decor. Nothing important to see there."

Mike felt that perhaps his question was too nosy, but before he could apologize, Ted put his hand on Mike's back and gently nudge him along and the two living room.

It was approaching 1AM in the morning; they both ate dinner on the plane and were ready for *****.

"Hey Ted... Our luggage hasn't arrived yet?" Mike asked.

Ted didn't seem to surprised or concerned. "Ah, yes. No need to worry, it should arrive tomorrow. I have some old clothes you can wear in the meantime."

Ted left Mike and then returned a few minutes later with a robe, and old pair of grey sweatpants.

"By the way Mike, you really should give me your passport and wallet." Ted started to explain. "I'll be honest, you look like a tourist, and the last thing we need is someone pickpocketing you when we go to town. I'll keep them protected in the house vault" Ted finished.

"Oh, okay! Thanks Ted!" Mike smiled, he was grateful that Ted was looking out for him. He pulled his wallet and passport from his back pocket and handed them to Ted.

"Well, then. Perhaps we should head to bed. You are welcome to choose any bedroom you wsih." Ted explained. "Good night, Mike." Ted headed off towards his bedroom.

Mike selected the room closet to him; he slipped his clothes off, including his underwear because he didn't like wearing underwear when ********. He put the sweats on that Ted had given him, but the waist was large and slipping off as he walked. He gave them a quick tug then slid into bed and instantly went to ***** the second his head hit the pillow.

Mike awoke the next morning to the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. He slid out of bed and he had forgotten how soft the carpets felt when his feet touched the ground. Half a***** he made his way to the kitchen where he saw Ted cooking up a storm.

"Good morning, Mike! Are you a fan on of bacon?" Ted said loudly and excitedly.

"Muuarumm be--con.. mm.. yea-ahh" Mike mumbled in the middle of a yawn.

"Wonderful, please take a seat." Ted replied cheerfully.

Miked moved toward the kitchen table to sit down, but before he took a seat he took one last long stretch putting his arms up in the air as high as he could, he held the stretch to allow his back to loosen up. Then Mike realized that he felt a cold breeze. It took a few seconds for him to realize the horror of what just happened. His sweats had fallen down to the ground, and to make matters worst he had morning wood and his number one buddy was pointing directly at Ted. It took him a few more seconds to react before he scrambled down to pull up his pants. Mike's face was beet red, he didn't want to make eye contact with Ted.

Ted started to chuckle. "Don't be embarrassed Mike, you're well endowed. And besides it was my fault for giving you sweats that were too big."

Mike couldn't speak a coherent sentence, rather then trying he sat down and ate the breakfast that would put in front of him in silence.

Mike didn't say a word while they ate, and kept quiet while he helped to wash dishes. He noticed that Ted kept looking at him and smiling, but neither said anything until all the dishes were clean.

Ted broke the silence and said, "I am going for a Hike today, Mike. I want you to come with me.

"Err.. Well, I don't have any hiking clothes to wear." Mike replied.

"Don't worry, I do have outdoor clothes that will fit you just fine." assured Ted.

"Okay.. speaking of clothes. Any idea when our luggage will arrive?" questioned Mike.

Sounding a little annoyed, Ted replied, "It will arrive when it arrives..."

"Oh.. sorry." Mike said timidly. "Well.... What about Julie? When is she arriving?"

Ted replied short and sternly, "Mike, I will take care of all business needs when they are needed to be addressed, for now don't concern yourself with it."

Ted's voice returned to normal. "Now, we need to get going if we're going to get to our destination by nightfall. No times for showers, I left some clothes for you in the bathroom. Hurry up and change and I'll meet you outside. The car should arrive any minute now."

Mike choose not to press the matter further, he returned to the bathroom and put on the clothes Ted provided. True enough to his word the shorts fit just fine and the shirt was a little tight, but otherwise worked out. He even saw a pair of hiking boots that were just his foot size. Mike thought it was a weird coincidence that Ted happened to have clothes and shoes his size; however he didn't want to anger Ted anymore then he already had so he decided not to ask.

Mike came outside and saw that Ted was waiting for him inside the same limousine that dropped them off the previous night. He got in and they headed off. They drove for another hour or so and the road evently became a two line dirt road. Mike imagined that there weren't any people or villages around for hours in any direction.

Ted got out of the limo and retrieved a large backpack from the front passenger seat, he whispered something that Mike could not make out to the driver and the drive left them on their own.

"How are we going to get back?" Mike asked as he watched the limo drive away.

"We're going to meet some friends half way up the trail, they'll give us a lift home." Ted reassured.

As the two headed onto the hiking trail Mike took a deep breath, closed his eyes and thought to himself, "It's nice to be outside, the air smells sweet. My boss has a personal interest in me and whats to share his hobby with me. He's right, there's plenty of time for business. Today is for fun."

Mike didn't understand why he was being so uptight earlier, but it didn't matter. The outdoors reset him, and he felt great.

"This is going to be a wonderful day." Mike said out loud and turned to smile at Ted.

Ted turned to Mike and smiled. "Indeed it is Mike, Indeed it is ... ".

Chapter 3 - Prologue:

Mike Hernandez and his boss Ted Wilson arrive safely in Germany for business. Ted owns a very large villa, far away from any major city. They will be staying their during their trip.

So far the trip has not gone as Mike expected. For one thing, Ted's personal assistant wasn't with them on the flight, Ted said she would be joining them later.

The airport appears to have lost their luggage.

Every time Mike asks a business related question Ted becomes annoyed and seems to be more interested in leisure then business. Ted has also exhibited a few odd behaviors that confused Mike mildly.

And the morning after their flight, Mike had perhaps one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. While he was stretching his arms his sweat pants fell down, he was not wearing underwear and was standing right in front of Ted when it happened.

Despite the bad start to this trip, Mike decided to live in the moment. The two of them are going for a very nice and long hike. They have plans on meeting some of Ted's friend half way up the trail. Mike feels honored that Ted wants to share his hobby and introduce his friends. Mike realized that he doesn't need to worry about the business details, they will work themselves out. It was a nice day, and he was enjoying the great outdoors. Today was going to be a prefect day, nothing could go wrong for Mike.

Chapter 3: Promotion

Mike and Ted had been hiking for nearly two hours without rest. Mike was completely covered in sweat from head to toe and he was breathing really hard; however Ted wasn't sweating at all and was breathing as calm as he did when he first woke up. Although Mike didn't work out, he did go to regular yoga classes. He was disappointed with himself that this hike was taking so much out of him. Ted repeatedly offered to stop to allow Mike to rest, but Mike turned him down each time not wanting to look weak. It was to Mike's great relief when Ted came to a stop. Ted appeared to be inspecting what looked like an older trail that was over grown with grass.

Ted turned to Mike, "Come, this way Mike. There's something I want you to see down here."

Mike followed Ted's lead and followed along the overgrown path. The trees provided far more shade then the open path, the ground was softer and reduced the impact on his feet. He followed Ted at least 15 minutes until they came across an opening in the trees. In the center of the opening was a cave that lead into the foot of the mountains.

"Mike, go inside the cave. I can't explain it; you have to see it for yourself." Ted smiled as he tried to convince Mike to go in.

Mike shrugged his shoulders and walked ahead of Ted and entered the cave. Other then being unusually clean for a cave, Mike didn't see anything that he would consider interesting. He walked further in, opened his eyes as wide as he could and scanned the entire cave. He definitely didn't see anything.

"What am I missing?" Mike said while turning back towards the entrance.

Mike saw Ted standing at the entrance of the cave, the shadows of the cave covered of his face, but Mike could see his eyes and his smile. The expression was sinister.

"Nothing." Ted replied quietly.

"Nothing? I don't understand?" Mike replied as he walked towards Ted expecting him to move out of the way.

Ted didn't move, in fact he put his hand on Mike's chest and pushed him backwards.

Mike stumbled backwards but managed to keep his balance. "Ted, wha--what are you doing? Let me out."

"No." Ted eyes were looking more dangerous.

"Ted... this isn't funny, let me out!!" Mike demanded.

"Silence, Slave!" Ted commanded.

"Sla--what the fuck are you talking about?!" Mike yelled has he tried to ***** his way out.

Ted pushed Mike back again; this time he couldn't keep is balance and fell backwards on his ass.

Mike opened his mouth to say something; but he could not think of anything to say. He looked pleadingly at Ted trying to understand what was happening.

"Strip, Slave!" Ted ordered.

Mike got back on his feet and he looked at Ted; he didn't believe what he just heard.

Ted yelled, "Take your fucking clothes off, Slave!! If you want out of this cave you will do as I order!"

Mike suddenly realized what was going on and started to laugh very hard. "Hahha-- Ted, that was great. You really had me going for a minute.. geez don't scare me like that!" Relieved that he finally got the joke, Mike tried once again pass Ted, fully expecting that he'd move out of the way.

But when Ted did not move, Mike stopped laughing. "Ted... I am serious now, let me out."

In an instant Ted grabbed Mike by the collar of his shirt pulling down as hard as he could ripping the shirt and shoving Mike to the ground.

Anger boiled in Mike's body, he got up and ran towards Ted as hard and as fast as he could, but the last thing he saw was Ted's fist heading straight toward his face.

He opened his eyes, he was laying on the ground, his face hurt, he was seeing double vision. Fore a brief second he didn't know where he was at, then his vision came into focus and he saw Ted standing above him looking down. Mike didn't attempt to stand up.

"Wh--why are you doing this to me, Ted... what gives?" Mike asked.

Ted squatted on the ground next to Mike. "It's simple really. I've had my eyes on you the first day you started working at my company. There were far more experienced people we could have hired, but I wanted you." Ted explained. "Do you honeslty think the CEO of the company would choose some new hire to support is needs? I wanted you so bad, I knew I had to build your confidence first to get you to come with me. And I always get what I want."

Mike looked at Ted and was bewildered by this revelation.

"I.. you.. I mean... you--- set this up?" Mike managed to mumble out. "Ted.. I am not gay, I have no interests in you... you need to let me go, now..."

Ted looked at Mike and shook his head. "Mikey Mikey Mikey, I don't care if you are not gay. Did you not hear me? I ALWAYS get what I want. I went through a lot of trouble to get you here, the fake business trip, the letter of resignation in your name that I sent to our office the day we left, having your possession in your apartment moved into storage, your apartment lease canceled."

Reality as Mike knew it was falling apart; he did not want to believe what Ted was saying was true. But Ted was rich, and if he really wanted something, would he really go this far?

Ted continued on. "You know, you made it a lot easier by just handing me your passport and wallet. I thought I'd have to steal them while you slept". Mike paused then smiled. "Mike, you have a choice. You can do as I order you to do, and you might acutally find yourself enjoying the experience. Or you can fight it, either way; I will use you for my own pleasure. If you fight, it will hurt A-LOT. Even if you don't fight, it will still hurt, but not nearly as much."

Mike closed his eyes, he was scared, his body was shaking his face still hurt from Ted punching him. He felt dizzy and wanted to throw up.

Ted put is hands on Mike's lower leg. "The nearest major city is hours away, you don't speak German, you don't have a passport, your identity back home has been almost erased. You have no friends, no family to miss you back home, they think you quit at work.... Mike, I know you. Perhaps better then you know yourself. You are not a fighter, you will submit to me."

Mike's lips trembled, his breathing calmed down but his brain was still racing. He knew Ted was right, that he had no escape; he knew Ted would not take no for an answer; and he know that he would not fight, he had no choice but to submit. If anything he could try to buy time, gain Ted's trust and then run away at his first chance.