Hard Sell Part 2 - Humiliation Games

That night when Mark got home he went to the bedroom of the apartment he shared with another guy, closed the door, and began to strip off his clothes but when he pulled off his pants, his underwear gone, he came to terms with what he had done. He locked the door, dug his wallet out of his pile of clothes, and went to his bed and sat on the side of it. It was after eight, most people had gone home from work, so he found the card where Oliver had written his number and called. Three rings and he heard the voice from that morning.

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Mark. Are you alone? I need to talk."

"Yeah, just me and a glass of red wine."

"Good, well, I've been thinking about what you said and I don't think I can do it. It'd be too embarrassing. I mean this morning that was fun but with others..."
Oliver let the moment of silence pass before speaking.

"Embarrassment? Are you afraid?"

"Yes, very," Mark said.

"Would you be willing to come over tonight?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to alleviate your fears, don't worry, it'll be just me. Would you be willing to have some more fun?"

"Yes," Mark admitted.

"What are you wearing?"

"Actually, I'm naked. I just got home from work and was about to take a shower."

"Is your dick hard thinking about me and hearing my voice?"

Mark looked down to his stiffening erection.

"Very," he said.

"Good, this is what I want you to do. Go into you hamper of dirty clothes and find a used pair of underwear, put them on then get dressed in the clothes you wore today. Pack an overnight bag, toothbrush and anything you need along with clothes for work tomorrow including those white briefs you wear. Tonight I'm going to strip you of your shyness. I'm going to show you more about the fun we can have. Are you willing to do this?"

"Yes," Mark blurted.

Oliver gave him the address, then they said goodbye and hung up. Mark set about his tasks, packing was easy but when it came to dirty underwear he found two soiled garments. One had a few marks of urine, the other had urine and cum stains from using it to jerk off. He almost put on the first but changed his mind and chose the second. Then he dressed in his clothes from the day and went out with his bag. His roommate on the couch in front of the television barely noticed.

Half an hour later he was at Oliver's home in suburbia. It was the type of place where a family was expected to live. Maybe, they did at one time, he thought before getting out of his car. He walked the few feet to the front door and rang the bell. Moments later the door opened and Oliver waved him inside. Mark stepped in and looked around.

"Is it just us?" he asked.

"Just us," Oliver replied. "Set your bag by the door and strip out of your clothes. I want you naked."

Mark set his bag down where he had been told them turned back to face the man as he stripped off his clothes. The man watched him carefully, appreciated each revelation. The jacket, the tie, shoes and socks, his shirt then his pants, his undershirt then his briefs. He dropped them on the floor and cupped his hands over his dick.

"Hands at your sides."

Mark obediently put his hands at his sides. He looked to the man as he sipped from the wine but he couldn't make eye contact and instead looked to the hardwood floor.

"From now on it's yes sir or no sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Mark answered.

"You've made a mess. Did I tell you to drop your clothes on my floor?"

"No sir," Mark said.

"Pick them up and hang them on the coat rack except for your underwear, put this on your head like a crown then come find me."

He walked away and Mark set about his new tasks. He hung everything as best he could except for the underwear that he placed on his head. He started to walk into this stranger's home but paused when he heard voices. Please, he said he was alone, he said to himself. After listening for a second he realized the man was watching television, the voices of actors in some dramatic movie, so he kept walking. There wasn't much of the house to explore, most of it was dark so he just followed the light and sound through a dining room and kitchen to a living room where he saw Oliver on the couch and alone. He started to breath again as he walked into the room.

"I like your crown,"Oliver said.

For a moment Mark thought to thank him but stopped himself from replying as it wasn't something that could be replied to with yes sir or no sir. He moved towards the man but was stopped with a gesture of his hand. There was another to turn around so he did. Mark turned around twice at the man's order and when faced him again the man leaned forward as if to look closer.

"Do you like your crown?"

"No sir," Mark said.

"Would you wear it as long as I told you?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, now get on your knees."

Mark knelt, thankful it was carpet and not more hardwood. His hands rested on his thighs, his balls and dick atop them too. He gulped at the feeling of being naked in front of the man, not just naked, but wearing his briefs on his head. He could feel the cool air of the air conditioner and looked to the windows. The blinds were open and anyone could see him.

"Don't be ashamed of your body. Don't be ashamed of your desires. Are you worried about your dick being smaller than mine?"

"Yes sir."

"Don't, it's nothing you can control. What you can control is what we do tonight. Anytime you want to stop we will. Anytime you want me to slow we will. To slow down you say, yellow. To stop you say, red. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm going to watch the rest of my movie while you sit there on your knees. I want you to masturbate while I do. But you can't have an orgasm. If you do you'll be punished. But if you can't stop yourself use your underwear to catch it, then put them in your mouth and suck them clean. When the movie is over you'll get your first punishment for dropping your clothes on the floor, a nice spanking. After your spanking I'm going to drain your balls then fuck you silly. Are you getting turned on by this?"

"Yes sir."

Mark stroked his dick, tried to keep a steady rhythm, but it wasn't long before he felt his orgasm approaching. He took the underwear from his head and climaxed into it, careful not to spill. He cleaned his dick with the fabric and looked to Oliver with an apologetic face.

"Twelve minutes, longer than expected but not good enough. That's another punishment."

Oliver got to his feet and walked over to a chest under a window. He pulled out a few things then walked over to Mark and dropped them in front of the young man. Mark looked down and made out strips of leather with buckles and rings. The older man picked out a wrist cuff then put it on Mark's right wrist, another cuff on his left wrist, a third for his left ankle, a fourth for his right ankle. Then he secured Mark's wrist to his ankle, moved to the other side and did the same. Mark pulled a little and realized he was tied like that and couldn't get free. He couldn't free himself if he tried. Oliver picked up the last piece of leather and wrapped it around Mark's neck, fastened it. A collar around his neck, naked and bound, his underwear on his lap, soiled underwear. Oliver picked that up, sniffed at it, then placed it back on his head. He could feel the wet, cold spots in his hair and against his forehead. He was surprised when he felt his dick betray him by stiffening. It usually took longer to recover. And the humiliation of it, that had been a fantasy of his sometimes but he never thought he'd experience it. Oliver smiled at him before taking hold of his pectoral muscles. He squeezed them, massaged them, worked his fingers to Mark's nipples and pulled until the young man moaned.

"Do you want me to stop? Do you remember the color code? Red means stop. Yellow means slow down."

"No sir, don't stop," Mark said.

He pulled at his nipples again but with less force, massaged them back into the young man's flesh, then pressed into the muscle until he got comfortable then pulled again.

"Please sir, I'm new to this."

Oliver pulled again until Mark groaned. He worked the flesh back into his body, pulled again. Mark felt his own sweat running down his body. He bit his lip. Oliver took the underwear off his head, reached down to his dick and teased it a little before stroking him to another orgasm and caught it with the fabric.

"Open your mouth," Oliver ordered.

Mark obeyed. His own briefs were stuffed inside. Oliver stood up, stepped away. And began to strip off his clothes.

"It's going to be a long, hard night my friend but don't worry. You're safe with me."

Hard Sell - Part 1

Nothing was going right for Mark as he sat at his desk in the car dealership of that early Monday morning. Twenty-three and he had made salesman of the month three months in a row but he was starting to feel the drag of hustling for sells. He thumbed through his rolodex trying to think up a customer but no one came to mind. His two voices were in discussion when he spotted the man walking from the service area, forties, bald and glasses but fit and there was a look in his eyes like he had a unfortunate morning too. Mark made eye contact with him as he stepped into the sales floor, but the look made him nervous and they both looked away for a moment but then the man made his way over past the other desks.

"Excuse me, but is there a nearby place for breakfast?"

Mark looked to the man's feet, then worked up his body. He couldn't help but notice an ample bulge. He looked up over the man's flat stomach to his designer tie, and then his face. They looked each other in the eye.

"There's a place down the road but it's over a mile."

"Maybe I'll just get something from the machines," the man replied.

He walked away, back to the service area, and Mark had an instant feeling of regret. He should have gotten the man's name, should have introduced himself. He looked around at the other sales people trying to look busy. Right, he said, I'm going to make a sell. He pushed himself from the chair and walked to the waiting area of the service department, a hallway with plastic bottomed chairs. There the man sat with a bag of candy, his knees spread wide letting Mark get another view of his bulge. He swallowed hard at the sight, felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment but he kept walking. One foot in front of the other until they were only a few feet apart.

"Actually, if you'd like we could take a demo car," Mark said.

"Sounds good," the man replied.

"My name is Mark."

"My name is Oliver."

They shook hands and Oliver got to his feet. Mark walked back to the sales floor and Oliver followed him to the keys. Mark picked out one of their sportier models and flashed the keys before they went out to find it. When they got there the man was impressed but started to move to the passenger side.

"Actually, why don't you drive," Mark said.

Oliver took the keys and they walked around to the appropriate sides of the car. Mark looked back at the dealership before getting inside. Oliver sat in the driver's seat and pushed it back as far as it would go. The man's cologne was musky with a hint of cinnamon and Mark liked it. Oliver started the car and pulled out of the lot with ease. They drove away and passed the diner.

"I thought you said you were hungry," Mark said.

"In a little bit. I just like this car so much. I have the previous year but this is nice."

"Good," Mark said, just reel in the line, he told himself.

Oliver pressed down on the pedal and they were easily ten miles over the speed limit, Mark noticed and warned him cops liked to patrol here to catch people on a test drive so he slowed to the speed limit. When they got to the next right hand turn he made it and soon they were getting farther from the dealership. Mark felt excited by the risk of it. Oliver turned off on another road, then another, and they were in the woods. He saw signs for a park and soon they were there in the lot, an empty lot. Oliver pulled into a space, put the car in park and turned off the engine.

"Have you ever been here before?" Oliver asked.

Mark looked around at the place but he had never seen it before. He smiled at the man who spread his knees farther apart. He looked to his bulge and he thought he saw a twitch.

"This a known spot for cruising," Oliver said.

"People drive their cars around here?" Mark asked.

"No, I mean... never mind," Oliver said, "it's not important. You look like you were having a bad day. Me too, my car wouldn't start. It's a good thing I own my own business or else I'd be late."

"My sales have been down and I know my boss is going to ream me out," Mark said. "I've just about used everyone in my rolodex."

"Well, I know you took me out to try and get a sale but honestly I'm good right now. My car is still under a warranty I bought at the dealership. But I could tell my friends about this one and what a nice guy you are."

"Really? Thanks," Mark replied.

"I know we have to get back but there is a way to improve the day," Oliver said.

Mark looked to him, looked him in the eyes, and he felt his cheeks warm again. He noticed a movement down in the man's lap, a twitch, a pulse that strained the fabric.

"Would you be interested? Just a little bit of fun so the day isn't terrible."

Mark looked out of the car windows but there were no other cars, no signs of human life. He had been thinking about the man's dick since the moment he saw him. He wanted it. He wanted the feeling of risk, the rush of the act, and the reward of it, of having transgressed his role. He licked at his teeth and gulped before nodding.

"I want to hear you say it," Oliver said.

"I want to suck your dick," Mark blurted out.

The man reached across and put a hand on the back of his neck as his other hand massaged the fabric around his lengthening dick. Mark felt a slight pull but it didn't take anymore for him to put his face down there. He reached for the man's zipper and pulled it open. He started to reach in to get it when Oliver stopped him. He could smell it, sweat and cologne, almost taste it.

"Wait, I hate the feeling of the zipper teeth," he said.

He took his hand away from Mark's neck allowing him to sit up. He watched as the man undid his belt and the catch of his dress pants before pushing his boxers and pants to his ankles. There it was, inches of dick and it still had more to grow. Mark licked his lips at the sight. It was half inflated across the man's left thigh with ejaculate leaking from the head and foreskin over mushroom head.

"If we're going to do this we might make a mess. You should strip down and throw your clothes in the back."

Mark looked around again and when he didn't see anyone he said, "fuck it" then began to strip. First his shoes, then his socks, his tie, then his shirt. He shucked his pants leaving him in his underwear, white briefs and white undershirt. His own smaller dick already created a wet spot in his briefs.

"Leave em," Oliver said.

Mark reached down inside at his own slippery cock before leaning down to man's lap. He licked at his dick, sucked at his balls, and it stiffened with the sensations. He licked along the length of it, nibbled at the foreskin until it retreated. He licked at the glans, pushed the skin back with his lips until they wrapped around the head. He sucked at it. His own hand slipped around his own dick from the premature ejaculate filling his briefs. He could taste the man's skin and his ejaculate, it was earthy and tingled but he kept at even as his own balls tightened. He pushed his tongue against the bulbous head, slid it along to the back of his throat and started to gag. Oliver ran his fingers through Mark's hair.

"Don't get greedy, just take it slow. It's a lot to handle."

Mark pulled away to catch his breath through his nose before plunging down again. He felt Oliver's dick slide past his gag reflex to his throat. It was warm and filling like no other before him. Oliver grunted and groaned with pleasure, his feet slid along the mat.

"Oh yeah, you like that dick. Oh, yeah, you're good. I was worried you'd be a virgin but you're a little whore aren't you. Yeah, you like that dick. Let me feel your ass."

Oliver reached, slid his hand under the back of Mark's briefs, his finger went straight to his hole. He poked inside with an eagerness that told Mark he was wanted at both ends. He moaned with the pressure causing a vibration that ran through the man's balls to his brain. Mark felt the finger invade him right to the knuckle. He sucked until he was choking before he pulled off. Spit ran from his lips, a string lingered between them and the other man's dick. He looked at it, hard and pointed at the man's belly. He went back at it, put the head in his mouth and sucked. Oliver's free hand grabbed at his head to encourage him to go farther but he was out of breath and his own dick was on edge.

"If you can't take it again just get under the balls," he ordered.

Mark pulled off, licked down the man's dick to his balls. They were tight and ready so he went lower. He licked under them and the man kept pushing more, along the taint and almost to his asshole but he paused for a moment. He had never gone there before. His own ears burned, and a second finger pushed inside. He was doing a lot he had never done before so he went deeper between the man's cheeks.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," Oliver said.

The man groaned, ejaculate shot out uncontrolled and random, some of it landed on the back of Mark's head. He could taste the man, a man, like he never had before. He sat back as Oliver pulled out his fingers and started to jack himself with more force until he felt that familiar sensation of pleasure and pain. His ejaculate shot through the cloth to the floor, then was held by it. He stroked a few more times to get every last sensation. He sat back and looked to Oliver who smiled with satisfaction.

"You're good," he grunted.

"Thanks, I've never done anything quite like that," Mark replied.

"Take off your underwear, wipe up the mess then give them to me."

Mark peeled them down over his thighs, wiped at his cock and balls before wiping up the mess from the floor with an unspoiled piece. He handed them over to Oliver who cleaned up the steering wheel, then held them to his nose.

"You smell so good," he said.

"Thanks."

"Can I keep these?"

"I can't wear them back to work so sure."

"Oh god, that was good, you were good. Would you want to do this again? Maybe more?"

"Okay," Mark said.

"I'm hosting a poker game tomorrow night. I have some friends who could show you the ropes and so much more. What do you say?"

"Any of them interested in buying a car?"

They laughed at the thought and sat there until the pleasure wore off, the fantasy ended, and they were just two exposed men in a public place, then they pulled on their clothes and figured out how to move on with their day.

Brat in the Frat Ch 03 - Saturday Friend

The next morning Peter awoke to the sound of the door closing to his room. For a moment he thought he was alone until he felt motion behind and he turned to see Kevin there with his back to him and he realized he felt like he wasn't wearing much clothing. He reached down and felt his briefs, then lifted his covers to look over at Kevin who was in his boxers. Kevin stirred and rolled to face him.

"How drunk were we?" Peter asked.

"We barely made it back. Eric took my bed and we doubled up."

"Did we? I mean did I, you know."

"It's all good. You could barely move after you stripped out of your clothes and got into bed. Is Eric still here?"

"I think he just left. Aren't you worried about, you know, him thinking you're gay?"

"Fuck it," Kevin replied before rolling onto his back and making himself comfortable.

Peter did the same. They stared at the ceiling each feeling a bit sick and sleepy but not able to sleep and not hungry enough to get out of bed.

"So like, do you have a boyfriend now?" Kevin asked.

"What, no, I mean why. Are you interested?"

"No, it's just last night, you went to look for someone. I thought it would be the guy from the night of the pool party. He was cute."

"No, well, yeah, I mean different guy but we sort of met in the locker room. It's kind of a weird story. I don't know what to expect."

"Do you date?"

"Not really, I guess I've never been on like a proper date. In high school I went out with this guy for a while. We'd go places together but it never exactly felt romantic. We didn't hold hands and we didn't kiss. It was kind of like being with a friend, then we went back to his place and did it."

"I guess that's why gay guys hook up so much easier. It's difficult to date so it's just like, well we know what we want and what we're not going to get, you know, like a long term relationship."

"Gay guys are in relationships."

"That's not what I meant. I just mean it's different than when a man and woman date or hook up, there is like a social pressure to get to know each other and see if it will work. I guess the risk of pregnancy and all, then there's the whole pay and job thing with inequality so a woman might want to get ahead or at least start a family or something. With guys, most guys, they have a job and good pay so it's like fuck it let's just have sex. Is it like that with you?"

Peter looked to Kevin then back to the ceiling. It was partially true, two guys in two weeks and they barely had a conversation. Did either of them have relationship material? What was he looking for in a man? Did he want to make a commitment? He looked over to Kevin who seemed to have fallen asleep so decided to keep thinking it over as he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.

Two hours later he awoke to the feeling of Kevin's hand and foot touching him, he slid away and got to his feet, looked back to his roommate who was still asleep. He decided he would get breakfast so he pulled on a new shirt and his shorts from the floor. It felt weird walking away from his room. He didn't know if it was the hangover or the threat of ruining and emotional connection, the emotional connection of two guys sharing a bed. It was the first time he had ever awoken with someone, a guy, in his bed. He smirked to himself as he made his way across campus to the store.

There he bought two muffins, two bananas, two smoothies, and two coffees. He headed back feeling rejuvenated. There was barely anyone else around. He got back to his room and pushed his way inside only to find Kevin awake still on his bed with a phone in hand.

"You got your phone but your still on my bed?"

"I peed too. And your bed was a mess. My bed is still made."

"Okay, well I got breakfast."

"Oh thanks, I'm starving, come on take a seat."

"I'm not getting undressed to get back in bed with you."

"What? No, just come on and take a seat."

Peter slid off his shoes and got onto the bed. He placed the food in front of themselves. Kevin grabbed a banana. Peter immediately thought of making a bad dick joke but stopped himself. He didn't want to ruin the moment of being in bed with someone, a guy, a friend.

An hour later Kevin had moved to his own bed to stretch out, a half eaten banana in his hand he groaned in frustration. Peter sat in his own bed reading a book for class.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked.

"I think I drank too much. I know I drank too much."

Peter looked over to his roommate then back to his book. He still felt a little sick but not nearly as bad as Kevin seemed to feel. He wasn't sure if the guy was truly worse off or just complained more. It didn't matter, Kevin was a nice guy. But he also didn't want to sit around all day and listen to him so he pulled out his phone and found Ted's number, then dialed it.

"Hello," Ted said.

"Hey uh, this is Peter. Would you want to meet up somewhere?"

"Right now? Yeah sure, my roommates all went home for the weekend so you can come over to my place, K312."

"Be right there," Peter said.

He ended the call and set about getting dressed. Kevin moaned some more.

"I'm going out. I'm not sure when I'll get back tonight."

"Good luck," Kevin replied.

Peter was out the door, a quick check to make sure he had everything he needed he remembered condoms. The store was closed and he didn't want to go off campus but if Ted had them everything would be okay. If not and they couldn't get some they'd just fool around, no penetration, he thought.

It was a quick walk from the dorms to the apartments where older undergrads lived. He found the place easily and made his way up the steps. Everything was strangely quiet, more than Ted's roommates must have gone home for the weekend. He knocked on the door, moments later Ted opened it. He was buck naked. Peter took a moment to appreciate the sight, a muscled chest and dick hung loose amongst a nest of black pubic hair, properly thick thighs.

"Hurry up before someone sees me," he said.

"You should be proud. Besides no one is around."

Just as he said that the neighbor's door opened.

"Hurry up," Ted said.

Peter darted into the apartment, brushed against Ted as he did. They closed the door and started to laugh as they walked to Ted's private room. Just inside Peter stripped out of his clothes. Ted moved to his dresser and pulled out a small leather bag.

"Do you have condoms?" Peter asked.

"I got that and more."

Ted opened the bag to reveal a trove of condoms, lubricant, and a slim dildo. He grinned to Peter whose ears and cheeks turned pink. He took off his underwear and started to stroke his dick as Ted moved to the bed with the bag. Peter moved to him, picked up the condom and tore open the package. He pinched the reservoir, rolled it down over his dick. Ted squirted some lubricant on his finger, pulled his knees to his chest and rubbed it over his hole. Peter looked between him and the dildo in the bag.

"What's the dildo for?" he asked.

"Have you ever tried it?"

"I'm strictly a top."

"It's not about top or bottom. It's about pleasure. Give it to me."

Peter picked it up, looked it over then handed it to him. Ted set it on his chest then motioned for Peter to get closer. He did. They grabbed at each other's bodies. Peter pressed against Ted's hole, slid inside easily but moved slowly. Ted grabbed at his arms, grabbed at his chest. Peter pinched the other young man's nipples, then went down to kiss at them and suck on them. He slid out, slid back inside. Ted's anus gripped and pulled at him, deep and warm. He worked himself into a rhythm as Ted moaned with pleasure. They grabbed at each other.

Harder and faster, Peter's balls slapped against Ted and the bed squeaked. He kissed at Ted's chest, his neck. Ted ran his fingers up and down Peter's arms, sweat covered their bodies. Ted picked up the lubricant and dildo. He rubbed it all over then handed it to Peter.

"Here, put this in your ass," he said.

Peter gripped it, it almost slipped out of his hand. He maneuvered it back between his cheeks right to his hole. He pushed it inside slowly, pulled it back a little then back inside as far as he could. He felt multiple sensations, multiple waves of confusing stimulation. He was open and deep. He was cold and warm. Ted began to jerk himself. Peter twisted his own nipples. He felt like he was in pieces yet one part of him was all he could think about as Ted's hole tightened in a final orgasm. Ted's ejaculate shot up over his head to the wall, some of it landed on his face.
Peter felt the dildo inside of him as he continued to pump. And then it was there, a moment of bliss and pain, it was the hardest orgasm of his life.

He pulled himself from Ted and fell sideways onto the sheets. Ted picked at the ejaculate on his chest and licked it from his fingers. He let out an appreciative laugh as his feet finally touched the floor. They looked to each other as Peter pulled off the condom and tied a knot at the end of it. He dropped it on the floor. The dildo between his cheeks felt like an awkward invader. He pulled it out and got up to his feet. He opened the bedroom door, went to the bathroom and dropped it in the sink. Ted was right behind him in the same condition.

"Shower?" Ted asked.

"Yeah, why not?"

Peter moved with him to the shower and got inside. They washed each other and joked about feeling intimate parts. He wasn't sure if it was the beginning of a relationship or just another fun opportunity but he appreciated it and was thankful.