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Saturday, August 10, 2019

One Night Stand

He caught my eye from across the bar, cliché I know, but that’s how these things happen.  He was shirtless with a leather harness that showed off his round, muscled pecs that were covered in sweat from him dancing on the floor with his friends.  I wanted to be the sweat on that bit of muscle near the nipple, no I wanted to lick the sweat from that muscle, maybe even play with it a little, tease it until I could feel it rub between my lips.  One then the other, I wanted to pinch and rub them before slipping down his abs with my tongue to bite at the band of his underwear.  His jean shorts were barely being held up by his narrow waist, pop the button and drop them, down on my knees I’d bury my nose against his balls and look up into his brown eyes.  I wanted all those things, but I simply readjusted the hard-on in my pants then nudged my glasses up my nose before taking a long drink from my beer to let it dull my senses and comfortably settle me into reality.

Being at the bar was my reality check for the evening.  It didn’t take much, just a look, and I knew the guys weren’t interested.  When it’s there it’s real, it feels magnetic, but most of the time it didn’t amount to much because I lost my nerve.  The guy in the leather harness was the worst of it.  He was out of my league.  I nearly licked the roof of my mouth just thinking about him.  He had this look in his eyes, the look of a hunter, it was too much for me.  And the leather harness didn’t help.

Normally I was vanilla, really vanilla, because it was all I could get.  My biggest risk was giving a guy a blow job in a men’s room of a gay bar.  My boyfriend of 16 months didn’t like anything kinky.  He said he was an egalitarian and didn’t like to cause suffering.  All these thoughts were running through my brain when I felt someone behind me, a bare arm brushed past me and a right hand was laid flat on the wood next to my drink.  It was larger than my own, much larger, and muscled.  I felt the warmth of his body as he stood behind me, his chest almost touched my back.

“Are you having a good time?”

My dick got hard.  I could feel his breath on my ear and it smelled of mint and liquor.  I began to sit up but when I rubbed into him I hunched down again.

“Yes,” the word escaped me, squeaked out, “yes,” I repeated to attempt to sound more calm and in control.  I wasn’t.  He leaned into me and signaled for the bartender, two beers.  I almost leaned my head back onto his shoulder but stopped myself.

“Do you like my harness?”

“Yes,” I said.

“What’re you looking for?”

“I’m not sure what you-”

The bartender set down two beers.

“I saw you checking me out.  I like your glasses.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“I like a guy in glasses.”

“That’s a weird fetish,” I said before I really thought about it.  There were times to be sarcastic, this wasn’t one of them.  I groaned and shrunk down some more when he leaned into me to pick up his beer.  He took a long drink then set it back down.

When his body left mine I found myself pressing back into him, his left hand moved to my side.  He took hold of my waist.  Was he feeling me up or was it just a casual, unconscious gesture?  I worried about the latter.  He would feel that I didn’t have any muscles and he would know why I wasn’t dancing shirtless like him.

“You’re cute,” he said.  “Do you dance?”

“No,” I said.  I felt this instant dread.  He was losing interest.  I gulped and took another drink.  But he pressed into me again and I could smell him.  I could smell his sweat and I loved it.

“What do you do?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it went dry.  This was getting awkward and I was the cause.  Could I be this lucky that someone so handsome would be flirting with me?  Was it luck, interest, or desperation?  An answer came to my mind but I suppressed it for a moment.  I really did try to think of something else to say, but then I spoke.

“Drink and fuck,” I replied.

He laughed a little, a little more than the polite laugh I expected.  I felt like I was melting just from the heat of his body.  If I just leaned back his sweat would rub into my shirt, then I’d be able to smell it when I jerked off later, I thought.  But I felt him get comfortable behind me and I knew he was there to stay, at least for a while, until I scared him away.

“You get right to the point.  So will I, listen, my friends are taking off.  Should I tell them to wait for me or should I tell them I’ve met someone?”

“Well, I don’t even know your name,” I replied.

“Max,” he said.

“Nigel,” I replied.

“Is that good enough or do you want my profile?”

I choked on my next drink and he put a comforting hand on my back.  He rubbed at my shoulder, strong at first but he worked into the muscle and I relaxed into his grip.  I felt his hot breath on my ear again.  I gripped the bottle tight, felt the drips of condensation on my skin.  This was real.  But was he really the guy I’d seen?  I turned on my stool.  I was face to face with him, with his muscles.  I was breathless, my knees weak.  He finished his beer and I watched a little spill out from his lips, down over his chin.  When he finished he looked away to his friends and gave them a wink.  They seemed to acknowledge his accomplishment.  I just felt hard, really hard.

“What do you say?”

“What-”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

He took hold of my hand and I didn’t refuse.  I wanted him to take hold of me and he did.  He pulled me to my feet, put his arm around my shoulders.  He held me against him, his sweat soaked into my t-shirt.  His smell was on me now too.  He led me out of the bar and to the parking lot where he opened his trunk and pulled out a shirt.  I looked to him in the orange glow of the street light.  He was gorgeous, broad shouldered, muscled, a strong jaw, his hair was high and tight like a soldier or cop.

“I dare you to drive without it,” I said.

He smirked as he walked to the driver’s side door.  He opened it, threw his shirt into the backseat, then unlocked my door.  I got inside and he sat next to me.  His arm brushed against mine on the armrest.  We could barely see each other in the shadows as we sat there.

“Your place or mine?” I asked.

He reached down to my thigh, his hand brushed against my dick through my jeans, moved the fabric just enough that I could feel the ejaculate that had leaked had gotten cold.  I felt it on my balls.  My dick slipped along the fabric of my underwear, between the opening to my jeans.  He rubbed at it.

“Who said we have to go anywhere?”

“It’s just that I took the bus-”

“So what?”

He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper until my dick was out, right there in his car, my dick was out.  He leaned into me.  He kissed me on the lips.  I kissed him back.  He took hold of my dick, wrapped his fingers around it and I had inches to spare.  My left hand went to his back, touched that spot between his muscles.  My right hand went to his shoulder, to his neck, my fingers stretched up into the hair at the back of his scalp.

“I love nerdy guys with big dicks,” he said between kisses.

“Who said I’m a nerd,” I replied back.

“You’re so cute when you’re insecure.”

“Shut up and suck my dick,” I said.

And he did.  He went down on me.  I felt my lubricated dick between his lips and into that warm and wet hole.  He took all of me slowly and deliberately until I felt I was about to lose myself.  He sucked until he gagged on it, then he slurped it up before he pulled away to kiss me on the lips.  He pulled at my shirt but I stopped him.

“Come on,” he said.

“The shirt stays,” I said.

“Don’t be such a prude.”

“No.”

He looked me in the eyes.

“Suck it,” I said before I pulled him back down.  He took it back into his mouth.  He sucked and jerked me until I had no choice, I felt it in my feet which balled up as my body began to spasm.  I bucked and stuck my hips into the air.  It felt as if my dick was being torn from me.  I emptied myself into his mouth, my dick lurched back and forth against his lips.  He sat up, showed me the cum in his mouth, then he moved to kiss me but I stopped him.

“Is it over?”

He kissed me and I could taste myself, warm and tingly it slipped down my throat as his tongue explored my mouth.  I felt at his body, felt over his muscles.  He pushed me away a little.  He knew just how much I liked his muscles.  He knew and he liked it.  He held my face in his hands.

“It’s just beginning,” he said.

“How far does this go?” I asked.

“As far as you want,” he said, “I’ve got all night.”

“Okay,” I said.

He kissed me again before he turned away and started the car.  I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up.  He was just as aggressive driving as he had been with me, but not dangerous, just fast and determined.  You have to be that kind of driver in the city, I thought, no one has time for your uncertainty.  Know what you want and where you’re going at all times, that’s the great illusion of the city, that your need gives you reason.  I took the bus and still considered myself a small town guy.

A half hour later we were back at his place.  He parked, then retrieved his shirt from the backseat, “I have neighbors,” he said before he put it on.  I nodded, got out of the car, and we walked into the building, up the stairs and to his apartment.  It was drab with dirt stained into the places where people didn’t clean.  Only the carpet looked like it had ever been vacuumed.

The building was quiet, a little old but I knew how expensive apartments could be in the city.  I had roommates.  He opened the door and ushered me inside to his loft.  I barely got to look around when he took hold of me and pressed me against the back of the door.  He was taller than me.  My hands went to the hem of his shirt, under it up to his harness.  I finally got to pinch his nipple and he groaned with enjoyment.  He was aggressive and he wanted me, maybe he was even using me, but it felt so good.  There was no more stress.  I had everything I needed right there.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

“What-”

“Don’t think about it, just strip down.”

“You first,” I replied.

He took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his jeans and just like a porn star he was ready.  He stood before me in his socks with a hard dick.  Finally pulled off his socks, his hard dick bounced with each foot.  I stripped as I stood there, my shirt, my shoes and socks, my jeans, and my underwear.  I stood there completely naked in an otherwise stranger’s apartment ready and willing.  He was completely in control of the situation.  He wanted me and I wanted him, but more than anything he wanted me to fuck him.  He moved to me, kissed me and I kissed him back.

Then he pulled me with him to the bed.  He went down on his knees, turned and pulled me into him onto the bed.  At first I lay there against him stunned by the sensation.  His skin against mine, of all things my toes felt cold and bare so far from my body, but then I felt it, my dick rubbed up between his thighs to his taint then slid into his balls.  I could feel them sway.  He wanted it.  So I pushed myself up over him, positioned myself as I took hold of that leather harness.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said, “fuck me hard.”

“What about condoms?”

“Just pull out,” he said.

“And lube?”

“Just use spit.  Eat out my ass.  Come on dude.”

“Wait, pause,” I said as I pushed myself away.  I stood up and made a small cross with my hands as he looked over his shoulder.

“Come on man,” he said.

“Nope,” I replied.

He put his head down.  Had I just blown it?  Was it over?  I shifted on my feet, my dick bounced a little.  There I stood buck naked and covered in sweat.  But I wasn’t eating ass.

“I’m not going to be able to do that,” I said.

“There’s lubricant in the drawer next to my bed.  And some poppers.  I’ll need the poppers.”

Had I ruined the moment?  It felt awkward.  But I walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer.  He remained in position with his head down.  Was he thinking this over?  I felt like I needed to do something to return the passion to the situation.  Until then it had all been him, but I felt like it was my fault.  I found a condom too and the poppers.  He looked over to me as if bored so I gave him the poppers and he took a hit.  I was desperate for something to say, so it just kind of came to me.

“On your back slut,” I said, “get your legs in the air.  I want to see your face when you take this big dick.  I’m going to pound you so hard.”

He looked to me as I rolled the condom down to the base, then I squirted lube on it and began to rub.  He got this eager smile on his face before he did as I said.  He got on his back, held up his legs.  His knees parted.  We looked each other in the eyes as I made my way to him.  I grabbed his ankles, pushed him up to his shoulders as I slowly touched my dick to his hole.  I entered him easily at first, then I felt that ring of muscle resist a little before it opened to me and I was in him.

Deep and warm, I felt as if every nerve traced back to the tip of my dick.  He took a bump, seemed to lose control of his legs so I pushed them into place until I was buried all of the way.  He grabbed my nipples and pinched them.  I pulled out a little, then went right back into him.  I could feel his body grip me, pull me.  I felt as if I would spill out right then, as if my flesh and his had melted together so I pulled out and thrust back into him.  He squealed and it brought a smile to my face.  His hands went to my arms and as I felt he had finally gotten into a comfortable position I took the opportunity to take hold of that harness.  His eyes rolled back in his head, his neck arched.  I went at him again, faster and harder.  I fucked him until I felt his body freeze with tension then I backed off.  My muscles ached with pleasure, I could feel that little part of me inside him.

Beads of sweat, droplets fell from me to him.  They cooled just a little before they splashed against his skin.  I could smell us.  Latex, amyl nitrate, and the stink of men.  He pulled me into a kiss, my full lips enveloped his before I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  My balls slapped, over and over, the bed squeaked.  Harder and faster until I knocked the frame against the wall.  He pulled away for a moment.  He could barely speak but he tried to say, “the neighbors,” but his words gave way to moans so I covered his face with my hand.

He bucked and twisted under me so I pushed him into new positions until finally he was on his stomach and I was atop him again, my dick having never left his hole completely.  He was stuck on me.  He pushed up on his elbows and knees which gave me more maneuverability so I went at him harder.  He backed onto me every time I pulled away and when I pushed inside it wasn’t enough.

My hands moved up to his face, my fingers between his lips.  He grunted and begged for more so I took hold of that harness again but this time I really used it.  I slammed our bodies together.  My dick swelled inside of him.  He finally leaned down on his shoulder with exhaustion.  He looked back into my eyes and I could see that he was crying, but it wasn’t tears of pain, not exactly, because he had this grin of delight on his face.  I had broken him, at least for the moment.  I pulled on his harness and he raised himself up until he was impaled on me, that’s when I felt that sweetest moment.

When he fell, he fell hard, onto the bed, splayed out before me finally off my dick.  I tried to stand but I felt my muscles in my legs sting and burn with cramps so I fell partially onto him, then slid off as he rolled to face me.  He reached up to my face, his fingers around my chin.  We kissed.

“I’m exhausted,” he said.

“I’m hungry,” I replied.

We laughed and rolled onto our backs.  Neither of us wanted to move.  The deed had been done.  We had satisfied our carnal desires.  And we didn’t even know each other’s last names.

“That was good,” I said.

“You had me on the ropes with that condom business.  You don’t eat ass, I get it.”

I pulled the condom from my dick with a snap.  We laughed a little.  It sounded so preposterous, those little things that sound foolish when it’s all over but are ignored in the heat of the moment.

“I barely know you,” I said.

“Isn’t sex so much more fun with strangers?”

I didn’t know how to answer.  I didn’t usually have sex with strangers, usually they buy me more than a drink.  I looked up to his ceiling fan that spun around endlessly.  Was that all I was to him?  Was that enough for him?  Was that enough for me?  Aren’t you supposed to keep the good ones and throw the bad fucks back?  I inched my way up to the pillows but he remained there on his chest so I studied the way his body rose and fell with each breath.

“Is this your first time?”

“No, I’ve had practice,” I replied.

He snorted.

“No, I mean with a one night stand.”

“Is that what we are?”

Finally he moved.  He pushed himself up, crossed his legs as he sat next to me.  He reached to me, his fingers touched the ejaculate in my pubes then moved down over my body.  He smiled so I forced a smile in response.

“We’re more than that,” he said, “we made each other happy so why not just let it be.  We can’t ever have this back.  I’m so fucking happy.  My week was shit with work and personal problems.  Do you want to hear about my dad in the hospital or my sister losing her mind over her kids science project and how she blames me for it?”

He swallowed hard.  Our fuck had released tension but it hadn’t solved any problems.  I reached back to him, my fingers ran down the inside of his forearm until our fingers clasped together.

“Yes I do,” I replied.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, but then he talked.  We spent the rest of the night discussing our lives.  Deep secrets, great embarrassments, and even wishes.  It all felt easier with someone I might never meet again.  We touched each other casually, the little brushes to get attention, the lingering of a forgotten hand that you know is safe where you left it.  We cuddled and rolled around until the sun rose.  We fell asleep and when we awoke we went our separate ways.

For just a moment we had each other, but just thinking of him brings a smile to my face.

Saturday, May 25, 2019

Binky

For a year I lied to myself that I wasn’t smoking a lot, just when I had a drink, between writing chapters of my book, and the odd ocassions when I felt I needed one, but not a lot, not a pack a day like my father used to smoke.  It was the one bad habit, my worst habit, that my new boyfriend Dino hated.  Dino had become my rock in many ways, the healthy one.  He worked as a personal trainer, that’s how we met, and he always told me he worked so hard that he didn’t want to poison himself, aside from a few drinks.  He’d give me this look when he walked in on me in the office or when I stepped out of a bar or some event we were at together to have one.  It all built up to this one day as I sat typing I could hear him in the other room playing videogames with his friend Kyle.  I went to take one out and realized I had a few left so with it between my lips I walked out to find them on the couch.

They were sat in diapers and t-shirts, controllers in their hands.  Their feet conspicuously off the floor.  Kyle looked up to me for a moment then looked back to the TV where he continued to play as he crinkled his nose.  Dino did the same but he also waved his hand back and forth in front of his and faked a cough.  “Sorry,” I said before I held it behind my back, “but I’m really onto something.  Would you run out and get me some smokes?”  Dino rolled his eyes.  Kyle whispered something in his ear.  They both laughed.  I wanted to ask what was so funny but stopped myself.  “How about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Well, what do you think Kyle?”

“I think we could use some snacks.”

“So it’s a deal?”

“Hmmph,” Dino replied.

“What?” I asked.

“I don’t like encouraging you to smoke.”

“You’re not encouraging me.  It’s more like I’m feeding a habit, one I had before we met, so it’s not like you should feel responsible.  I promise I’ll quit when I finish this book.”

I took out my wallet and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.  I stepped into the room to handed it to him and they both chuckled.

“What’s going on guys?” I asked.

“You’re standing on lava Mr. Butters,” Kyle said.

“Oh is that all,” I replied, “we’ll use the rest for snacks.”

Dino took the money and pocketed it.  He had his own cash, his own job, but it didn’t feel right for him to pay for my cigarettes and at least this way they’d get something at the corner store.  I walked out of the room and back to my office where I sat at my desk and began to type.  I barely heard them leave the apartment, for a little while the silence annoyed me so I took out my headphones and put on some music in the background to listen to while continued to type and smoke like a chimney.  I was really into it.  I had this hope of completing my first novel.  I typed away for hours, smoked all of my cigarettes and it was only when I ran out that I wondered when they’d return.  I picked up the box, crumpled it, dropped it on top of my basket next to my desk that was full of balls of paper, all of them previous incarnations and notes of what I was writing.

When the front door of the apartment was opened I looked up as if I had heard the greatest sound in the world.  It was Dino and he was alone.  He had bags in his hands.  I could smell food.  Like a hungry dog I went out to find him in the dining room with a bag of fast food in the middle and several bags in hand that he carried away into the living room before I could see what was in them.  He kept looking at me the entire time so I knew he was trying to keep a secret from me.  I opened the bag and took out a fry.  It was still hot.  He rejoined me and sat across the table from me.

Cigarettes were no longer on my mind.  I was hungry.  So we sat and ate, made small talk.  I asked him what happened to Kyle and he told me that he’d gone home.  I tried to talk to him about anything except for my smokes.  But when we finished eating, as I licked the congealed bun and meat from my teeth, washed it away with the cold, sweet pop I had that urge again.

“So um,” I said.

“Yes?”

“What did you buy?  Did you buy me anything?”

“Maybe,” he replied coyly.

“What is it?”

“It’s a little bit of a secret.”

“When do I get to find out?”

“Come in the living room and I’ll show you, but you have to behave yourself,” he said.

This was a bit of an unusual thing for him.  He wasn’t one for secrets, neither was I.  In fact honesty and sharing was the best thing we had together.  I felt like I could tell him anything.  I felt like he knew he could tell me anything.  We wouldn’t judge.  We wouldn’t condemn.  We’d try to figure it out.  The ‘behave yourself’ part though was especially unique.  Usually I was the one who liked to start games like this.  I loved to surprise him and I usually took control of things.  It was turning me on a little so I followed after him into the living room.  He motioned for me to stand between the coffee table and the TV.  This really would be a surprise, I thought.  The bags were down on the floor, partially hidden from sight.  But instead of opening them he pulled his phone from his pocket and set it down on the coffee table facing me.

“What’s going on?  What’d you buy me?”

“Before I show you, here’s the cigarettes you asked for-” -he pulled the pack out and held them up- “-but if you want them we make a deal first.  You have to sign this contract on my phone.  It’s to quit smoking, but it’s not just any contract.  There are rules.  And there are punishments if you break them.  Kyle and I thought it up while we were out shopping.  The first one is that while you’re smoking you have to be obedient to me.  I know it’s usually the other way around.  I know how much you like to be the dominant one.  I like it when you are.  But, I’m worried for your health.  If you sign, then this is your last pack.  After this we work to wean you off.”

“How obedient?  What do you have planned for me to be doing?  I’m not really into sex slave contracts.  I’m not just going to do everything.”

“I know.  It’ll be a negotiation, but trust me, I have a plan for you.”

“What if I don’t sign?”

“I’ll love you the same, but you have to go buy your own and you can’t have what’s in the bag.”

“Is it something fun?”

“Maybe,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“Will I like it?”

“Possibly,” he said.

He was even more coy.  This was entertaining to him as I stood there in front of him at his mercy.  He had my cigarettes.  Yes, I could go buy them but I wanted one right then.  But more than anything I wanted to please him.  I wanted to stop even if it was only for him.  I shifted on my feet, tried to scratch at the back of one calf with my other foot.

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

“You could read the contract and find out,” he answered.

I looked into his eyes.  There were written contracts between men, I thought, the best ones though in principle are an agreement between two people.  There shouldn’t be anything in there that I couldn’t live with, nothing to hold over me that would keep me in complete submission.   That wasn’t the deal in our relationship.  Often I took the dominant role in the bedroom and in life, he was like a guiding hand who reassured, questioned, and helped me plan, but this, handing over power to him.  It was embarrassing and thrilling at the same time.  I felt the sweat run down from my shoulders and pool at the small of my back.  Okay, I thought as I blew out an exasperated sigh and bent down to sign, but as I did I couldn’t really see the words.  He dropped the pack on the table.  I got down on my knees to examine it more closely.  He twirled the pack.  I scrolled to the bottom.  There was the space to sign my name.  I did it.  I licked my lips as I reached for the pack, but he pulled it away.

“What’s going on?”

He took back his phone, saved the file, and he had the biggest grin on his face.  He put the pack in his pocket as well, then he leaned down with his elbows on his knees and looked me in the eyes.

“Did you really think it was going to be that easy?”

“Well yeah,” I replied.  “Let me have just one.”

“Nope, not until afterwards.”

“After what?”

“We have some things to take care of as part of the contract.  These cigarettes, I decide when and how many you smoke.  That’s the first rule.  You really should have read the contract.”

“Wait, let me see it again,” I said.

“Nope, now it’s time for you to be obedient.”

“If I had known that I wouldn’t have signed.  Maybe I should just go and get my own.”

“And break your word?  We made a deal.”

“Hey look,” I said, “if I knew I wouldn’t get one or that you’d be the one in control I wouldn’t have done it.  You tricked me.”

“You tricked yourself, now, let’s get one thing clear.  I’m in control now.  You will do what I say, when I say, how I say, until you stop this filthy habit.  I’m going to hold you to it.  Didn’t I mention there would be punishments for disobedience?”

“But-”

He waved off my rebuttal and instead he picked up the bags from the floor and put them on the table in front of me.  He looked inside them and his grin gave way to giggling and laughter.  I was doomed, I thought as I lowered my head in regret.  But then I felt it, my erection, as I shifted a little I felt harder than I had been in a long time, so hard it parted the fly of my boxer briefs and was right up against my jeans and leaking.  The sensitive tip rubbed course material.

“Actually, let’s go to the bathroom first,” he said.  “But before we do I want you to stand up and strip off all your clothing.”

I let out a grunt and sigh as I got to my feet.  I looked up to him, then back down to my feet as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.  Normally it was no big deal to be naked but this was the first time he was telling me to strip in such a dominant way.  If he did it other times it was seductive but this.  I felt my fingers tremble a little as I undid the buttons.  I didn’t know if it was the lack of nicotine or some genuine fear but I did it.  I pulled the flaps out of my jeans, pulled it from my shoulders, then dropped it on the floor.  Next was my belt.  I unfastened it, pulled it from the loops, dropped it.  I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them.  My hard dick was right there.  He laughed a little, amused this was turning me on.  I tucked it away, pulled my jeans down and off, dropped them on the pile I was creating.  My socks, foot to foot, I took them off, let them fall.  Last was my underwear.

Being naked shouldn’t be so humiliating, I thought, we’ve screwed in every room.  He’s seen me naked so many times.  I’ve seen him naked.  We’ve chased each other around, well no, I’ve chased him around with our erections bouncing, but this was something different.  This wasn’t sex and I wasn’t in control.  I was stripping for him as he sat there fully clothed.  I put my thumbs in the waistband, began to pull the fabric down.  I felt it slip over my ass, tug at my hard dick and made it bob up and down, over my knees, down around my ankles, one foot out then the other and they were off.  I dropped them too.  I looked up to him.  He shook his head.

“Such a messy boy,” he said.  “You would never let me make such a mess with my clothes.”

“I didn’t know what to do with them,” I said apologetically, “please, I’ll just pick-”

“Don’t bother, not right now, that’ll be one of your punishments later.  Right now I want you in the bathroom.  You’ve been at your desk all day and need a bath.”

He led the way.  I walked behind him with my dick bobbing with each step, through the hallway, into the bathroom.  He sat on the edge of the tub and turned the spigot, hot water poured out.  He plugged the drain and looked to me.  Without realizing it I had began to stand like I was ashamed.  There I was in front of my long time boyfriend and I was ashamed.  He adjusted the water.

“While we’re waiting I want you to stand with your hands behind your head and your feet apart.  Smoking is a bad and filthy habit. You’ve been a bad boy, very naughty.  If you’re going to grow up to be a man we’re going to have to regress you first so that we can make sure you deserve your privileges.  The first thing we’re going to do while the tub fills up is we’re going to cut your hair.”

“Wait I-”

“Are you being disobedient?  You already have a punishment for leaving your clothes on the floor and making such a mess.  Do you want to add to it?”

“No sir,” I mumbled.

“What was that?”

“No sir,” I said in a louder, clearer voice.

“Good,” he replied, “now let’s get that shaver.”

Being shaved was the easy part, all of my body hair, from head to pubes to toe, all fell on the floor.  He turned off the water after it had filled partially, looked back to me, motioned with his head for me to step into it.  I sunk down on my knees first, my butt cheeks opened and barely touched the water.  As my body adapted I sunk down into it until I was comfortable and I looked up to see him with a hand towel and bar of soap.  This was new.  I hadn’t used bar soap in ages.  I figured he intended to give me a thorough scrubbing.  He lathered up the bar until suds ran down over his wrists, down his forearms, and all of the way to his elbows.

“Open,” he said.

I knew at once what he meant.  He wanted to stick the bar of soap in my mouth.  It was the punishment I hated the most as a child.  I could take a spanking but soap, bleh, it tasted so bad.   I clenched my jaw and shook my head.

“Open,” he repeated as he moved it closer to my face. He pressed it against my lips, forced them apart and into my teeth.  That felt worse.  I opened my mouth and he stuck it inside.  I closed without biting down.  He shook his head.

“You’re only making it worse on yourself.  Now I’m going to have to give you an additional punishment for that mouth of yours.  I thought soaping it would do the trick but no, you have to refuse, well, I guess I’m going to have to think up something else, maybe a second spanking.”

“But-” I tried to speak with a mouthful of soap, the suds went down my throat and I choked a little, tried to spit it out but he held it there.

I could feel it on my tongue, a thick gunk, and the way it dissolved, filled the spaces under my molars.  My instinct was the pull in my cheeks to stop it from spreading but all it did was cause the suds to run down my throat.  It hit my stomach and I felt the urge to spit it out but he held it there so I just closed my eyes, let it happen.  I could feel it inside of me.  But it wasn’t just the soap, it was the feeling of being naked in the tub to our apartment, shaved, my mind was reeling but more than anything I felt this anger but all I could do was cry.  He pulled the soap from my mouth, my lips sputtered and I tried to spit more out.  He took hold of the back of my head and pulled me to his shoulder.  I cried and cried into his neck.  For a moment I felt relief, felt normal, but then he touched me, he touched my chest, slid it down over my stomach and for the first time he touched my penis.  And it was hard.

“Good boy,” he said, “but do you still want a cigarette?”

“Yes,” I said.

He pulled away from me and looked at me with a cross glare.  He raised the bar of soap again.

“You’ve been smoking for so long it’s ruined your teeth and I’m afraid I’m going to have to wash it out again.”  I squealed in fear.  But he continued to hold the back of my head and slowly, deliberately he moved the bar towards me and into my mouth.  “From now on that’s yes sir,” he said, “do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I said around the bar in my mouth.

He pulled it out.

“What was that?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Good, I think we’re done with this for now.  Now we can put it to its more popular and more favorite use, getting your body clean.”

He touched my chest again and for a moment my body recoiled until it realized it had no place to go and instead I just sat there as he washed me.  Face, chest, arm pits, stomach, he washed them twice before he made me get up on my knees.  He washed my thighs first, then he washed my balls and my hard dick, and just when I felt enthused to try and push back against his hand for more pleasure he spanked me lightly on the butt and I opened my eyes to see he had an amused smirk on his face.

“This isn’t so bad,” he said.

“Yeah, but normally I’m the one who washes you,” I said.

He spanked me again.

“Sir,” I spat out.

He spanked me again.

“I’m sorry sir, normally I’m the one who washes you sir,” I said.

“Better,” he replied, “I know it’ll take some getting used to.”

Next was the shampoo, but since I didn’t have much hair on my head it was easy to do.  I rested my bum on my ankles as he finished washing off the soap.  I smiled.  He smiled.  But I could feel it, the craving for a cigarette.  I looked down into the water, then back up with my best puppy dog eyes.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I want a smoke, like really bad.  It’s been a couple of hours, just one, please sir.”

“Okay, we can do that,” he said, “after I get your dried off.”

He told me to stand then took a towel from the cabinet.  He dried me thoroughly, then had me step out before he wrapped it around my waist.  I could feel the knot on my hip and looked around for more clothing.  He put one arm around my shoulder and ushered me out into the living room where he picked up a bag.  He pulled out a brand new pack of white briefs.

“I don’t wear those,” I said, “sir.”

“Well, it’s these or that towel,” he said.

“What do you mean, sir?”

“No more smoking inside.  For tonight I’ll let you smoke on the balcony, but in the future you’ll have to go down to the parking lot to do it.  And you’re not allowed to litter, you have to save your butts.”  He pulled out a small, pink box.  It was for jewelry but now I’d be using it to collect the filters.  I groaned at it before I really thought about it.  He smirked.  “Normally I wouldn’t use pink to embarrass someone but in this case it’ll be cute.”

“Cute sir?”

“Well, for me, now have you decided is it going to be briefs or the towel?”

“For the balcony?  People will see me.”

“No laws will be broken.  You still want that cigarette and you can’t smoke inside.”

“Okay, the towel,” I said.

Briefs were too form fitting, I thought as I looked down to the towel only to realize it was one of the thin white ones and I could clearly see my penis against the cloth.  I groaned and asked for briefs but he shook his head.  I watched as he opened the pack of cigarettes.  I loved that feeling, opening a fresh pack and the smell of them, something like fresh raisins.  He took one out, then he walked me over to the sliding door and out onto the balcony.  It had gotten dark outside, the sun had set and it was probably ten o’clock at night but there were still a few people around.  We lived in those apartment buildings with the parking underneath in stalls.  There was a lane between the buildings but people were always walking by as the basketball courts were very popular.  I looked to him and he placed it between my lips.

“Oops, I forgot the lighter,” he said.

I moaned and he smacked my bum before walking off to get one.  There I stood on the balcony in just a towel with an unlit cigarette between my lips as I listened carefully for anyone to walk in front.  He came back a few moments later.  He held up the lighter and lit it for me.  It was a welcome feeling and yet to be standing there as I was, no pack in hand, no lighter.  He had done everything, it felt so humiliating, but in the end I felt I’d do almost anything for a drag.  He watched me intently.

“I’d give anything for a dry martini,” I said.

And without really thinking about it I had slipped out of the role of being subordinate to him as we stood in the partial darkness.  It was only when a car turned the corner and I was briefly caught in headlights that I looked down over myself and remembered the towel I was wearing and I saw him.  He wasn’t just staring at me.  He was waiting.

“Sir,” I said.

“Too late,” he replied and took the cigarette from my mouth.
I watched as he stubbed it out on the banister then held out the pink box towards me.  I took it, opened it, then watched as he placed the cigarette inside.  He promptly closed it and took the box out of my hands.  I looked him in the eyes as best I could.  He stared back.

“It’s not fair,” I said.

“You’re killing yourself.  How’s that fair to me?”

“But-”

And that’s when things took an unexpected turn.  He snatched the towel from around my waist and before I knew it I was down over his lap.  There I was, one grown man over another grown man’s lap naked and full exposed to all of our neighbors, the towel on the grating floor.  He made sure I was in place before he laid into me with his hand.  He gave me several hard, sharp spanks.  It was enough to put me back in my place.

“Please sir,” I begged.

“Please sir what?”

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to be a brat.  I know what I’m doing is wrong.  Please sir, can we go inside for this?”

He stopped spanking me.  His hand settled on my bum.  I could feel his fingers linger in my crack as he massaged my flesh.  Normally it would be the other way around.  Often for some trivial but intentional offense, something that we had talked about in correcting his behavior, but there I was naked and exposed.  He swatted me a few more times but when I started to unintentionally get louder with each one he stopped and pulled me from his lap.  I stood in front of him, my hand went back to feel my butt and it was already beginning to warm.  But worse than anything was my dick because I had left it exposed so I tried to cover it with one hand as I continued to rub with the other.  He shook his head then stood and pulled me by the wrist inside our apartment.  He closed the sliding doors behind us but in a way it was worse because now the room was lit and there I stood naked in front of glass.  He quickly closed the blinds to the door but I could still feel it, this kind of ghost, this feeling that I had been exposed, not just me, not just my penis, my shaved body, but my behavior and that my boyfriend spanked me.  He smirked to me then motioned with his finger for me to follow him to the couch where he sat and patted his lap.  I stepped to him, lowered myself, and he pulled me into position.

His hand on my butt, he stroked the sore flesh, cupped the curve of it, let me know just how naked and vulnerable I was to him.  He pulled back his hand and I knew it was coming, high over his shoulder there would be no stopping it.  He spanked me the first time and I let out a grunt.  The pain was negligible.  I barely felt it.  He struck again, then again and again, each time the feeling lingered a little longer and it spread.  There were two patches of pain on my butt, one for each cheek, but the pain spread through my body too, from my toes to my fingertips.  I breathed this quick, shallow gasps as I groaned, the pressure of my chest on his lap, I could feel myself as this weight, especially when I kicked up my feet and began to squirm.

“Keep still,” he said.

I froze for a moment, held my breath, and he laid into me some more until my hands were clenched into tight balls and my toes curled up, then he stopped and he lay his soothing hand on my bum.  I hadn’t begun to cry but I could feel it there lingering in me, this pain, not just physical but emotional.  He rubbed my butt carefully, the feeling that had spread through my body came back to the one spot for a moment.  He took hold of my arm and pulled me up to my feet.  I knew my face was red, my eyes were watery.  I looked down to him as I instinctively reached back to rub my cheek with one hand.  He smirked at me.

“But first,” he reached into the bag and pulled out the last thing.  It was a pacifier.  He held it up for me to see before he opened the package.

“What’s that sir?”

“It’s your new pacifier.  Instead of cigarettes you’re going to be sucking on this.”

“But sir-”

“I’m going to plant your feet in the corner until you’ve calmed down and guess what, that’s only round one.  Do you understand me?”

“Round one?” I pleaded, “sir,” I eked out.

“Bend down and open up,” he said.

I did.  He put the pacifier between my lips.

“This is your binky,” he said.  I groaned.  “Well, you still have your dirty clothes on the floor and we forgot your towel outside.  Go ahead and pick up your clothes and put them on the coffee table.”

I stepped away from him to where my clothes were.  I squatted down, fully aware of my balls hanging loose between my thighs, my cheeks parted and cool air hit my butthole.  I felt it again, this pain, and for a moment tears leaked out.  I wiped them away with the back of my hand before I picked up my clothes and set them on the table.  He cleared his throat and I knew at once that I had made a mistake so I carefully folded them, then put them back into place.  He got up and moved behind me, put a hand on my head and brushed over my hair.

“It’s okay boy, I’ll allow you that one mistake, but know that I expect better of you next time.  Are you ready for your second cigarette?”

Already, I thought, but the truth is I really needed one, especially a full one, so I nodded.  He took hold of my ear, pulled me up, then walked me to the corner.  He took one from the pack and held it where the walls met, then he pulled me right to it so my nose held it in place.  He rubbed my butt, rubbed my shoulders, rubbed my head.  It was so humiliating.  I began to cry.  When I tried to wipe away the tears he stopped me and told me, “hands at your side or on your head.”  My cigarette was right there but I couldn’t just smoke it.  It wasn’t mine.  Instead I had this pacifier, this binky in my mouth.

He walked away.  I heard him move through the apartment for the next ten minutes or so.  He put my clothes away, tidied up something or other, put the bags from the store away, then I heard it.  He was in the kitchen and he opened a drawer, moved some cooking utensils around.  He was looking for something.  I breathed deep through my nose and held my breath.  He was getting the spoon.  We had only used it a few times, well I had used it on him, just a little game when we were in the kitchen, but I heard the drawer slam closed and I knew he had it and he was going to use it on me.  He began to whistle as he walked back into the living room.  He set it down behind me on the coffee table, the familiar sound of wood on wood.  He walked over to where I stood and told me to take the cigarette I was holding up so I did.  He placed a hand on my shoulder to usher me back out to the balcony.

There I was completely naked, my butt red, my face red, and crying a little.  He took the pacifier out of my mouth, then the cigarette from my fingers and placed it between my lips.  He lit it.  I took a long drag, welcomed the feel of it, the way it burned and tasted, plus the rush of it.  He pulled me to him as he sat on one of the two chairs out there.  The last time it had been down over his lap for a spanking but this time he was being kinder, gentler as he pulled me along and he sat me on his knee.  I could instantly feel the pain in my butt though it wasn’t so bad, it was almost negligible the way my thighs held most of my weight.  His hand went to the small of my back and I carefully blew the smoke away from him.  He rubbed up my spine to my shoulders in this soothing way so I just relaxed, my knees wide, my arm went around his shoulders behind his head.  His other hand ran up my thigh, over where my pubes used to be and to my stomach where he slowly stroked until I stopped crying.

This time he let me smoke the whole thing and after he stubbed it out, then placed it in the pink box before replaced the binky in my mouth.  He led me back inside with the towel in hand.  He gave it to me and told me to take it to the bathroom hamper so I said, “yes sir,” and I began to move when he took hold of my arm.  “And bring back the bath brush,” he said.  I swallowed hard at that.  But my feet moved on their own.  I walked to the bathroom, put the towel in the hamper, retrieved the bath brush from inside the medicine cabinet.  It wasn’t until I got back and I saw him sitting there that I remembered the wooden spoon and there it was on the coffee table in front of him.  I walked to him, handed him the brush.  He patted the cushion next to him which took me by surprise, but it meant I wasn’t going to be spanked right away so I sat.  He reached to me, rubbed the back of my head, then he placed his arm around my shoulders.

“Smoking is more than a bad habit,” he said, “it’s dangerous.  You know it isn’t safe right bud?”

He took out the pacifier, set it on the table.

“Yes sir,” I said.

“So we’re going to try and break you of that habit, but I can see that you have some other bad habits as well so we’re going to work on those too.  You know I care for you right and I only want what’s best for you?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Good, because this next part is going to be very painful.  I know you’re going to feel like giving up, it’s going to be unbearable at times, but it’s also going to be good for you.  You need this.  I know you’re usually the spanker instead of the spankee but it’s time we dealt with these issues.  Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I replied.

He moved his hand up to the back of my head again, turned my head to face his.  I looked him in the eyes and for a moment I could see a little bit of pain, but then he became stoic as he looked at me and I felt it.  I felt his connection to me.  There I sat completely naked, but we were two adults, and yet I felt this need within me.  I wanted it.  I wanted to change my ways.  I wanted to be spanked.  I wanted to feel that pain and that relief.  He rubbed the back of my head and I knew he wanted to ask me again if I understood.  Instinctively I began to speak.

“Please sir, I know it’ll be painful but I need this,” I said, “I need to feel it.  I’ve been doing things so wrong for a while now, not just the smoking but that’s the most important part.  I know it’s important for me to change my ways.  I want you to spank me.”

He reached over with his other hand and wiped away some of the spilled tears with is hand before he pulled me back over his lap.  He adjusted himself and put me in place so that it was easy to hold my arms out of the way.  I felt him shift, his hand high in the air.  He struck me with the hair brush.  It was different than his hand.  His hand gave a little to the shape of my butt, the hairbrush did not.  Each time it pushed into my cheeks it dented the flesh.  Just within a few strokes the pain radiated out again, up my spine all of the way to my hands, all of the way to my toes.  He struck all over my round cheeks until I thought I couldn’t take anymore.  I began to cry.  I squirmed and moaned but he held me in place.

Just as I was about to disassociate from it he stopped.  My head throbbed, my body ached.  He pulled me out from under his arm, pulled me to my feet.  My hands went to my butt as I danced from foot to foot I rubbed away until the pain was almost gone then I felt it again.  My little dick and balls bounced back and forth as I shifted to try and find some comfortable spot.  There was none.  He picked up the pacifier as he stood so I opened my mouth.  I bit down on it.

“Back to the corner,” he said as he pointed the way.

I felt snot leaking from my nose so I wiped it with the back of my hand as I walked, then I carefully used the palms to wipe away tears.  My jaw began to jitter.  I put my nose in the corner, let my hands fall to my sides.  All over my body my skin turned pink.  I could feel it, this warmth all over me, it was so intense.  He got up, walked to me.  For a moment I thought he would touch me to try and comfort me but he didn’t.  He just stood there.  He watched me sulk for a moment, then he walked away.  I was alone.  I knew I couldn’t move from that spot.  And he let me stay there that time until my muscles began to ache, which wasn’t that long, then he came back and got me.  He led me back over to the couch, took out binky and put it on the table, swapped it for the spoon.  He pulled me down over his lap, this time he told me to plant my hands firmly on the ground which tipped me at an angle so that my butt and my thighs were vulnerable.  The spoon was quick and sharp.  I could no longer feel him move too much just to hit me.  It was little, recurring spikes of pain in my flesh as if I had been stuck by a thorn.

Over his knee, my hands planted firmly on the floor, I was beginning to feel the pain in my butt cheeks and I was covered in sweat.  It was everywhere on me, even the crack of my butt and right down at my asshole.  He was really taking to whacking my butt.  I shook my head, balled my feet, any little thing to remind myself that I was in control of my body, but I knew I wasn’t because there I was naked with my little dick and balls hung loose as I was being spanked.  He controlled every bit of it too.  He would stop when he wanted, not me, it wasn’t my choice.  He meant to make me feel pain and I knew it.  He stopped and for a moment I thought it was over, but then he rubbed my flesh.

“Now for this next set I want you to say, ‘thank you sir, may I have another sir’ and we’re going to do that until I’ve felt you’ve had enough.”

“Yes sir,” I said.

He spanked me and when my response didn’t come fast enough he did it again and harder.

“Thank you sir, may I have another sir!”

“Good start, let’s see how long you can keep that up,” he replied.

And that was exactly it.  It was this seemingly unending cycle.  I knew he wanted me to keep saying it, again and again, no matter how much my arms ached, no matter how my thighs throbbed, no matter how much my butt hurt.  He wanted to break me.  So I just kept saying it over and over even when my mouth went dry, when the words barely escaped my throat, until I was crying and heaving so much I couldn’t even form the noises in my chest.

Tears fell from my face and down onto my hands.  He stopped and pulled me up to him.  I lay on him, my head on his shoulders as I wept and heaved until I was empty.  He held onto me through all of it.  He held onto me as I trembled and shook.  He took hold of the back of my head and whispered soothing sounds into my ear.  I didn’t want a cigarette ever again at that moment, not if that was the price I’d pay.  He held me even when I fell asleep.

Some time later, I’m not sure how long, I awoke to find myself on my side on the couch with my feet on his lap, a thin blanket over me.  I turned over and looked down to him.  He almost looked as if he’d been spanked too and I knew at once he felt this pain for me for what he’d done.  I couldn’t quite say it but as I moved to him, as I sat up he leaned to me and we kissed on the lips as he stroked my face. When he started to pull away I pulled him closer and down on top of me.  He laid fully clothed on me, a blanket between us as we kissed.   I pulled his shirt from him and he was quick to take off his pants as I wrapped the blanket around both of us and pulled him into me again.  I could feel my hard dick and his as well but neither of us wanted sex right then, we just wanted to hold each other.  We kissed until we got tired, then he rolled me onto my side again and pressed his body along mine.  We fell asleep together and for the first time in a long time I felt safe and happy, and I didn’t feel the need to smoke, at least not right then.