Ends Meat: "Return Play Wasn't on the Menu" (excerpt from unpublished manuscript)

It had become a part of his life.  It was so voracious, everyone he knew was doing it.

John knocked on the door three times.  It opened.  A handsome, middle-aged man stood there in a suit and tie.  His dark hair was short and cropped to his head and he had a thick mustache.  He almost looked like Freddie Mercury.  He held up a wad of bills that he handed over to John who took a quick count.

“You know what I want,” the man said.

John nodded and took hold of the man’s tie then pushed himself inside where he closed the door and commanded that the man strip.

“Strip me,” the man said.  “But be careful it’s expensive.”

There were many ways to handle what the man said.  When he first started John would have done as the man asked yet still tried to keep some element of control.  He took hold of the cloth and pulled so that the buttons popped.

“You’re going to need to see a tailor,” he said before untucking the shirt and unfastening the bottom buttons.  The man smiled.  He undid the belt next and then he turned the man and walked him into the apartment through the main room which was well lit and nicely decorated in a minimal but expensive way, through the hallway to the bedroom at the end.

There the man turned on the lights and John pulled him close.  He stripped the man down to his socks.  He used the tie to bind the man’s wrists loosely as he had been told.  He led the man to the bed where he kneeled.  John placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and the man lowered his head.

In front of them on the wall was a large print of Marilyn Monroe as done by Andy Warhol in stark neon colors.  It was painted directly onto the wall.

“How about I make you come on it,” John said.

The man’s shoulders sunk.  John wasn’t sure if it was submission or disappointment so he slapped the man’s left ass cheek which made his shoulders rise.  It was disappointment.  He slapped again.

“Harder,” the man said.

John knew that wasn’t what the man really wanted.  The man had told him what he really wanted.  John moved to the man’s socked feet.  The socks were thin with a strap around the calf to keep them up.  He was a real business man, a professional who got paid lots of money.  John put the tips of his fingers into the man’s feet and began to tickle him.  Up and down the foot to the heel then back in the most sensitive part the man giggled and pretended to struggle in his binding.

“Spank me,” the man said.

“You’ve been a bad boy?”  It was a cliche question that every guy liked to be asked especially if they wanted to be spanked.  Something about that generation of men.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to spank me,” the man commanded.

John rose up from the foot and dealt a quick slap to the man’s ass.

“Harder,” the man said.

“You don’t want me to tickle you anymore?”

“I said, ‘harder’.  So spank me harder.”

John felt like arguing with the man but he didn’t.  There would be just as much reward in spanking the man as he demanded so he took hold of the man by the back of the neck and leaned him forward to spank at his ass freely.  The man’s ass reddened but he didn’t let out anything more than a grunt.  John didn’t count but he had guessed he landed over twenty smacks when his hand became tired.

“I’m going to use my belt,” John said reaching to unfasten it.

“No, no belts, just spank me.”

John laid into the man again whose grunts grew louder.

“My hand is getting tired.  Can I use something else?”

“My ass that tough huh?  Sissy boy,” the man said.  He pulled his hands from the tie and turned to look at John.  He was breathing hard.  John looked to his cock and though it was large it wasn’t very hard.

“You suck and fuck right?”

John nodded.

“How about spanking?”

John shook his head.

“Not tough enough?”

“Look I don’t do it.”

“A trick like you?  I thought you’d do anything for the money?”

“I’ve done it before.  Couple of times but not for anyone, not for you.”  The last part had slipped from his lips.  He shouldn’t have said it.  It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.  He hoped the man didn’t care and so when the man didn’t flinch or react to it John breathed easier.

“Alright, a fuck then.  How much?”

John told him how much more it would be.

“Okay,” the man said.

“But no spanking,” John added.

“Fine, but you have to talk dirty to me like a slut begging for it.”

John nodded and the man stood, took him by the front of his shirt and led him back through the apartment to the living room where he led John to a leather chair where he sat.  The man opened a wooden humidor, took out a cigar and lit it.  He looked to John who stood before the man still dressed and asked what he was waiting for.  John began to undress.

“Well, what about it?”

“Fuck me,” John said.  “I want your big dick.  Please I want you to fuck me.”

He was easily down to his briefs and that was when he moved to the man’s lap.  He continued to talk as he pulled the man’s hands onto his body.  He reached down to feel the man’s dick and it was barely hard but thick and firm, circumcised.  John leaned in to kiss the man but he was stopped.

“A whore’s mouth doesn’t touch these lips.”

John moved to the man’s neck but the man was quick to push him down onto his knees in front of the chair then pull him by his hair to his crotch where John took the head of the man’s cock into his mouth.  The wood was hard on his knees and as he began to suck he knew he had to get the man out to somewhere else.  The man pulled him off his now hardened dick by his hair and pulled his head back to look him in the eye.

He told John to go get him a drink from the bar, vodka with a twist of lime and ice.  John stood, touched at his knees for a second before he walked to the bar where the man pointed.

He found the ice bucket but it was empty.  An inexperienced person would have asked but he looked to the refrigerator where he spotted an ice machine.  He took the bucket over and noticed that the man had stood to stretch.

In the kitchen the man was out of sight and he didn’t see him leave the room with his clothes.  The machine took a while to start and when it spit out ice it was noisy.  John filled the bucket partially then took it back to the bar when he noticed the man was gone.  The rest of the items were there so he made the man a drink as he had asked then made himself the same.

He took a sip then walked with both of them to where he had been giving the man oral sex.  His clothes were gone.  He walked to the only hallway in the place.  The light was still on in the room at the end of the hall but there was another light in a room off to the left.  He had passed the closed door earlier but didn’t think about it much then.  He pushed the door open and stepped into the doorway.

He expected slings and the man to be standing in a leather costume.  He was ready to throw the drink in his face, kick his ass, get his clothes back and get the hell out.  The man was there but still naked.  The room looked like a guest room where the bed was already made and dressers waited empty for a visitor.

“You made yourself a drink?” the man asked.  “Good.  Now get in your knees and suck my dick.”

John walked to the man, handed him his drink, took another sip of his own then sunk to his knees where he found the carpet flooring was much easier.  The man’s cock had softened and hung limp.  Many men would have grabbed it but John moved to it with his lips where he kissed it first, a tease, then he took it in his mouth and began to suck at it.  The man grabbed him by the back of his head with his free hand and pulled him as far as John wanted to take it.

“I’ll teach you slut,” the man said.

John pulled back and heard the man finish his drink then he lowered it and told John to take it in his free hand and hand him the other one.  John did.

“I don’t want your senses dulled,” the man said.

The man pulled him from his cock then began to smack it against John’s lips and the side of his face.  John began to beg for him to stick it back in, for the pleasure of having his face fucked.  The man pulled him onto it then off again and he drank the contents of the glass and handed it back to John.  He squatted before John, his dick pointing out at him from deep between his legs.

“I really like this room,” he said.  “I have everything I need here.  Now stand up I want a piece of that ass.”

The man took hold of John’s neck and he stood.  He let the man pull him to the desk where he bent over, his own semi-hard cock pressing against the wood in an uncomfortable way he looked back over his shoulder and told the man he only played safe.  The man said he had it right here and went over to the drawer of the nightstand.  John set the glasses down and began to adjust his cock when the man was on him again pressing him hard against the wood.

“Uncomfortable?” the man asked.

“Yes,” John grunted.

“Good,” the man said.  He reached down between John’s legs and took hold of his right wrist.  He pulled the arm tight into John’s crotch.  “I used to be on the high school wrestling team.  I was pretty good.  I loved getting guys into this position and see their butt cheeks splayed open for me.  I could never see what was under those singlets but I knew what was there.”  The man stuck his finger just inside John’s asshole and pulled harder on John’s wrist making his arm press into his balls and he cried out in pain.  “Do you know what this is called?”

John had wrestled for a year in junior high but he didn’t know the maneuver.

“No,” John grunted.

“The ball breaker now give me your other arm.”

John reached out and grabbed the desk with his free hand.  He had to think of something, some way out.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the man said.  “I just want to show you the second part of this move.”

When John didn’t do as he had been told the man spanked him hard on the ass.

“That’s one,” he said.  “How many do you think I can give before my hand tires?”

“Go fuck yourself,” John said.

“No, I’d rather not,” the man said before reaching up across John’s back and taking hold of his other wrist his cock deliberately wedged against John’s asshole.  John let go and the man pulled his hand back until it was past his thigh where he took a pair of handcuffs he had taken from the nightstand and locked them around John’s wrists.  He was stuck, hindered by his own body.