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."
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