After getting cleaned up Mark dressed quickly though Oliver was more leisurely about the process, even walked him to the door naked, he turned to the man in the doorway and moved to kiss him on the lips. Oliver kissed him back briefly before pushing him away a little and telling him they both had to get to work. Mark blushed at him before turning away and walking to his car. He got inside, felt like a new man even though his hole burned a little from their morning fuck, and drove back to his apartment. He didn’t begin to panic about being late until he got inside and saw the time so he stripped out of his clothes, put on deodorant and cologne, and got dressed in a new shirt and pair of slacks, combed his hair, made sure he had keys, wallet, and phone. He rushed out the door, made sure it was locked, and jogged to his car.
He was still ten minutes early as he pulled into the dealership so he parked in his usual spot and pulled out his phone. He was disappointed there wasn’t a message from Oliver and he debated for a moment what to do. He sent one text message: [Thank you for last night and this morning. I’d like to cum again.] He smiled to himself at the playful nature of the message before getting out of his car and thinking about what he just did. He immediately had regret for sending it and a fear he had sent it to the wrong person so he double checked, but it was to the right person and he had done it so there was no way to take it back. He walked into work there were the usual greetings as he got himself a coffee, made his way to his desk, and sat. He turned on his computer, started to look through his contacts and think about trying to sell a car when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and smiled when he saw it was from Oliver.
[It was fun for me too. You really got into it. And I’ve been thinking about your fantasies. Would you be up for a little fun today?]
Mark felt his dick harden at the thought of it. I’m so naughty, he thought, I’m at work but all I’m thinking about is Oliver, his dick, and getting fucked. He grinned and replied that he’d be up for anything.
[Good, a friend of mine will be by today looking to buy a car. He’s looking forward to your presentation.]
A friend? Someone would come to work, a stranger, and he’d want a presentation. Wait, was he serious? Was this some kind of role play? Was he serious? He bit his lip and his happiness became fear. What did this mean? Was he done with him? Were they done? Or was this just the beginning of something? He stuck his thumb nail between his teeth as he read over the text message. He was about to reply, try to find out what exactly was happening when he was interrupted by one of his coworkers pounding on his desk. He looked up and pulled his phone close to his chest like a cheater in poker who almost got caught showing his hand. He gulped when he saw it was Cody. He didn’t like Cody, well it wasn’t anything personal, just a kind of friendly competition that really wasn’t so friendly. They were about the same age and both wanted to be the salesman of the month. It didn’t help that sales had been slow for Mark and that Cody had sold three cars to one customer who had some kind of taxi service. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
“Sales meeting,” Cody said, “conference room in five minutes.”
“But I thought that wasn’t until next week,” Mark replied.
“Well it’s been slow and the manager wants to get us motivated, well some of us, you know, the slow ones, not you of course.”
“Of course,” Mark replied. But he knew Cody was talking about him. He looked to his phone.
There was no way to hash out what the message from Oliver meant, not with Cody there. He waited for the other salesman to leave before responding.
[I’ll do my best.]
He turned off his phone after the message was sent then picked up his coffee and walked to the conference room where he saw nearly all of the other sales people were already gathered as the manager paced the floor in front of them. Finally the last person closed the door and everyone was waiting patiently but the man didn’t speak. He kept pacing. It was his thing. He thought it was a good way to make sure he had everyone’s attention. He’d let the room get real quiet then break into his most boisterous voice and try to give them a speech, a rally, that would motivate them. Mark found himself thinking about Oliver, the morning, the night before, the way they met, and his friend coming today.
Would he get a sale out of it? If they only knew. And he felt his dick harden a little, begin to leak ejaculate against his underwear, so he crossed his legs as he slipped farther into his thoughts. It was no surprise when his manager finally spoke and he felt little reaction as the man tried to work them into being excited. He was thinking of something else and by the time he was done Mark had to work to think of something else to calm himself before he had to get up and walk from the room. He was barely able to do it, his boss’s speech somewhere in the back of his mind as he drifted to his desk. He sat and pulled out his phone, turned it back on, and waited.
But there was no new message from Oliver so he returned to what he had been doing before by looking at his contacts. Even if his friend bought a car he’d still need to make up sales to beat Cody. He read through the notes of people who had bought cars the previous year, noted that one of them bought a new car for his wife on her birthday every year and that her birthday would be in a couple of weeks. He came up with the pitch instantly, a nice surprise gift, if he looked at it early he’d be able to change details so that it was perfect for her. He smiled to himself as he made the call. He gave his best, most genuine introduction before going into the pitch. The man was pleased and liked the idea of coming into the dealership early to make sure everything was how she’d like it. They made an appointment and said goodbye. Mark made a notation for a reminder call the day before just so he’d make sure he’d come in to look for a new car.
He had a stupid grin on his face as he got up from his desk and started to walk to the coffee machine. That’s why when he spotted the man at reception, dressed in shorts and tank top, muscled arms and crew cut, he just nodded to him as he passed until he heard the man speak to the woman behind the desk.
“I’m looking for a Mark. I’m told he works here. I’m looking for a car.”
“Certainly,” she replied.
Mark turned and walked back to the desk and was about to introduce himself when Cody interrupted and introduced himself to the man. He looked to Cody over the man’s shoulder and squinted his eyes in his best death stare. Cody ignored him and started to usher him away when he cleared his throat and got the man’s attention.
“Actually, I’m Mark and I can help you,” he said.
The man turned to him. He held out his hand and Mark shook it. The man’s grip was easy but firm as it he knew he didn’t have to try to out squeeze the other person.
“My name is Greg, uh, Oliver sent me,” he said.
“Of course,” Mark replied.
“I can show you any car Mark here can,” Cody said. “And I can make you a better deal. I saw that little sports car you drove up in and we’d be glad to make you a good offer for a trade-in.”
“Bug off Cody,” Mark said.
The receptionist gasped. Cody rolled his eyes. Mark even surprised himself but the words just came out of his mouth and he looked to the other man to apologize but it was too late as he turned and walked away. He looked to the woman behind the desk who winked back, then he looked to Greg who smirked a little. They looked each other up and down. There was something positive and welcoming about the man, a casual but firm openness. His muscles were a display of power and he was handsome, his hair made him look younger than he really was. Mark guessed he was forty, forty-one, maybe early forties, but his body was that of an athlete.
“Did you have something in mind?” Mark asked.
“That Dodge Talon out there. I’m looking for something for my son. He’s going to college next year and needs something to get back and forth. I know it’s a bit of a stretch to get the kid a sporty car but he’d never settle for an economy car. Maybe we could take it for a spin?”
Mark looked to the receptionist.
“Can I get the keys for the Dodge Talon?”
“Just one moment,” she replied before getting up from her chair.
“And you know I’m feeling a little hungry. I should have eaten before I came here but, you know, it slipped my mind.”
“No problem, Kelly would you let the manager know I’m taking a client to lunch as well,” he called out to her as she walked away. She grunted that she would.
They looked to each other, looked over each other. Mark felt himself getting an erection so he put his hands in his pocket. He bit his lip and turned away slightly when Kelly handed him the keys and told him that she had told their boss he’d being taking someone to lunch with the Dodge Talon. She winked to him to let him know the boss was excited about the possible sale. They walked out together and Mark got into the driver’s seat.
“Are you really looking to buy this?”
“Yeah, but it’s not for my son. It’s for my boyfriend. He’s twenty so sometimes in cases like this I just say he’s my son. He does call me daddy sometimes.”
Mark drove out of the parking lot and pressed down on the gas when they got to the highway. He got it up to sixty easy and looked to Greg who put on his sunglasses and reclined in the seat.
“What kind of business are you in?”
“I’m a personal trainer and life coach. I do videos on Youtube and tour around the United States, even went to Europe a couple of times.”
“And uh... what did you have in mind today?”
“Let’s go somewhere remote where there’s no one else around,” Greg said, “I want to see how fit you are and how capable you are.”
“Okay,” Mark replied.
He slowed and made a left turn, quick on the gas and shifter he drove away from town out to an old, abandoned airfield. Greg was pleasantly surprised when he saw where they were headed, even more so when Mark pulled to a side gate and was able to undo the chain and open it. He drove inside to one of the buildings, between the buildings so that the car and they wouldn’t easily be seen from the road. He parked the car and looked to Greg.
“Strip,” was all he said, and Mark obediently began to undress.
He stopped when he got down to his white briefs, his hard dick evident by the outline and the little spot of ejaculate. He rubbed himself for a moment and looked to Greg who smiled back.
“Get out of the car,” he said, “but leave the door open.”
Mark looked around then did as he had been told. He stepped away but left the door open when he saw Greg get out and begin to move around to his side. He got into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed.
“Go stand in front of the car.”
He started to move.
“But give me your undies,” he said.
Mark took off his briefs and handed them over before slowly walking in front of the car. He turned to face Greg and thought, this is it, this could all be over right now if he just drives away. I’d have a hell of a time explaining how I got out here and why I’m naked. I’d hate to go to the road like this and try to flag someone down. Unconsciously he began to cover his dick with his hands as he stood there.
“Hands at your sides,” Greg called out.
Mark did as he was told and looked into the car where he saw Greg sniff at his underwear for a long moment, appreciated the smell, then tossed them into the passenger seat before looking back out to him.
“Jumping jacks,” he called out.
Mark set about doing jumping jacks, naked and on the paved road of an airfield. He looked around and realized he could be seen from the woods and high grass easily even though he couldn’t be seen from the road. He felt himself, his dick, harden at the thought even as it bounced around.
“Sit ups,” Greg ordered.
Mark dropped to the ground and immediately regretted coming here as he felt the little stones against his skin. They stuck into his flesh with each movement, up and down, they stuck and clung to him in new ways, in new parts of his flesh, each time. But his dick, his dick was still hard so he kept at it. It stuck up between his thighs and he felt ridiculous as it pointed to the sky. He had never really been naked outside, at least not as an adult, and especially not during the day. He had thought they’d come here and fool around in the car but this... this was something else, and he liked it.
“On your feet,” Greg ordered, “and run in place.”
Mark ran in place for a couple of minutes before Greg told him to come around to the passenger side and get into the car. He was surprised when he saw Greg had his tighty whities in hand. He sat, put his arms at his side leaving himself open and available to the man. He wasn’t surprised when the man dropped his underwear down onto his dick. He looked down to the way it hung there. He liked the sight of it.
“Who was that guy at work?”
“Huh, oh that’s Cody, he’s another salesman. We’re kind of in a little competition with each other. He’s not such a bad guy but he definitely wouldn’t be into doing this.”
Greg started the car and shifted to first gear. He started slow to get the feel of the car and he reached over to Mark’s erect dick and began to play with it. Second gear then back to his dick. He maneuvered between the buildings and kept playing with Mark’s dick with the same kind of care, sometimes gripping it with his underwear, sometimes just the skin, but Mark oddly got the most sensation when he felt the fabric tighten in different parts, the rough fibers dug into him in odd ways and the way it hung down at his balls kind of tickled him sometimes. Third and he pulled out to the take off strip, fourth then fifth and he really began to pull at his dick. They were doing over a hundred miles per hour and Mark pushed himself back into his seat as he felt himself nearing an orgasm. They raced across the airfield and he wasn’t worried about anything just the fun, the moment of being there. Greg tugged at his dick, worked him until he was about to shoot then pulled away. Mark balled his toes and thrust up into the air trying to feel anything, his briefs tickled at his balls and when he sat back down he caught his underwear between his thighs and it pulled at the head of his dick but he strained to keep himself from having an orgasm right then as Greg slowed the car and brought it to a stop just before the fence. He turned around at the very end of the strip.
“Are you ready for this?”
Mark nodded.
“I need to hear you say it,” Greg said.
“I’m ready for this,” he said.
“I thought Oliver had taught you to be polite. Maybe I should make you walk back to the buildings.”
“No, I mean, yes sir, I mean please sir, I wasn’t thinking. I’m ready sir.”
“Very good,” Greg said.
This time he worked the shifter and Mark’s dick more quickly through the first, second, and third gears. Mark pushed back into his seat with the fourth gear and was chewing his lip when they hit fifth and were almost to the buildings.
“You can cum whenever you want. In fact it would be better if you did it before we got to the other side of the field. I can get up between the buildings but if we get to the fence we’ll have to start over again. So just let go.”
That was all Greg had to say and Mark let himself relax and give into the imminent, irretrievable feeling of his hard dick spasm as he flooded his underwear with ejaculate, cool wind from the open windows blowing over his body. He raised up and held his breath for a moment before falling back to the seat. He licked at his dry lips as Greg drove between the buildings and began to apply the breaks. He slowed and pulled into one of the open hangers. He collected Mark’s cum with his underwear, then dropped it on his lap.
“Was it good for you?” Greg asked.
“Very good,” Mark replied.
“Let’s get you back before you’re missed. I’ll take the car. My boyfriend will love the story about today and me buying it.”
“I’ll have to drive back,” Mark replied. He swallowed and felt his body returning to normal as he looked around and finally settled on Greg’s face, tried to look into his eyes still hidden behind his sunglasses.
“Okay, but you’ll drive naked, at least most of the way,” Greg replied.
“Yes sir,” Mark said.
He quickly began to think of the logistics of doing that as he got out of the passenger side and running around to the driver’s seat. Greg passed him with a slap on the ass and got into the passenger seat. Mark reversed out of the hanger and was thinking of how to get back to the dealership when he felt Greg grab at his dick again.
“If you can make it to fourth gear before the dealership then you’ll get to cum again, but if you can’t then you’ll have a bad case of blue balls.”
Mark bit his lip and swallowed. If he took the long way and hit the highway he could get to fourth, but he’d be naked and the thought of being pulled over by the police for speeding... was it worth it?
Friday, January 26, 2018
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Hard Sell Part 4 - Morning Fun
Mark awoke face down to the feeling of Oliver's warm body pressed against him, his dick between his cheeks. Mark reached down to his own dick, rubbed it down between his thighs, tickled the head. Oliver's warm breath against his neck. He felt Oliver kiss and press against him more until he was atop him, his hand trapped under his own body. Oliver kissed down his spine, ran his fingers along his sides.
Pressed into the bed, his head turned against the pillow he felt the weight of the man who kissed down between his cheeks, then his tongue came out and teased his hole. He rubbed at his dick, parted his cheeks. Oliver reached between his thighs, took hold of his dick, and tickled the head with his fingertips that became slick with ejaculate. Mark reached out with his free hand and took hold of the metal frame bars.
Oliver licked and kissed, pulled him up a little to get deeper. Mark felt the pleasure run up through his spine to his heart. His skin felt tight, sweat formed on his back. He pulled away, rubbed his dick against the bed, but Oliver wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back up onto his knees.
He followed the spit from his mouth as it ran down over his younger lover's balls. He took each one into his mouth and sucked on them before running his tongue down the shaft. He took Mark's dick in his mouth and pulled him up higher until his knees were under his chest, his throbbing dick between his thighs got trapped. He reached back with both hands and pulled on his cheeks. Oliver licked back up, sucked each testicle again, then up to the pink hole. He licked and sucked at the wrinkled opening, he touched his fingertips to it and continued to pry as he stuck his tongue inside. He loved the feeling of Mark opening to him.
"Oh my god." The words escaped Mark's lips. He felt a pleasure like never before as if his hole and his dick were the only parts of his body. Red hot and sensitive, a slight touch from Oliver, fingers over the head, down the shaft to the base, a slight tightening of the grip. He gave in to the man’s touch, felt their hairy legs rub against each other as Oliver moved closer behind him, his hard dick at his hole. He grunted and tried to relax as he felt the other man push against him and slowly, very slowly push inside until he was all the way to his balls.
That’s when he felt Oliver’s hand on the back of his head to push his face down into the mattress and he gave in to it. One side of his face against the cool bed sheet he surrendered to the man who worked himself into a rhythm, his balls slapped against Mark’s taint.
“I want you to remember me,” Oliver said.
“I definitely will now,” Mark replied.
“Do you love this? Do you love getting fucked?”
“I do,” Oliver confessed into the bed.
Oliver pushed against him harder and faster, his balls slapping, harder and faster until the bed was squeaking and the headboard was hitting the wall. Mark felt himself relax with the sensation of a dick in his ass even as his skin tightened and warmed. His ears burned, his cheeks flushed, his lips sensitive, and his nipples became hard, sensitive points as they rubbed against the bed. He reached back with one hand and grabbed his dick. It wouldn’t take much more.
Oliver reached up over his shoulder to his chin, his probing fingers found their way to Mark’s lips, then inside his mouth past his teeth. He sucked at them. He loved the feelings, the sensations. Harder and faster, he heard a slap against his ass and felt it a moment later, another slap on the other cheek. Oliver pulled his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed hold of his shoulder, each shoulder, as he pushed him into the bed and deeper inside, all of the way. And that’s when he felt it. He heard the man groan and felt fingers dig into his flesh, moments later Oliver ejaculated deep inside of him and he took hold of his own sensitive dick, fingers at the tip, slippery with his own ejaculate, his own orgasm imminent, then it happened.
A moment of pleasure and pain, breathless and unstoppable, no past and no future just that moment. He felt as if the core of his being was being released through his dick as his muscles tightened. A moment later he quivered and felt weak before falling to the bed as he felt Oliver pull out and move to lay beside him so they could stare into each other’s eyes. They smiled at each other, Mark flat against the bed, his dick against his belly surrounded by a pool of his own ejaculate, his ass felt used as his hole tried to regain its former shape, a familiar pain that wasn’t completely unpleasant. Oliver sighed and caught his breath before reaching back over to his ass, put two probing fingers between his cheeks to his aching hole as if to claim it again and make sure Mark knew who had just fucked it.
“Did you like that?” Oliver asked.
“Yes,” Mark said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out but I just got so into it, so into you I didn’t want out. You’re so warm and welcoming. There have been very few like you who could really take my dick.”
Mark laughed nervously at what the man had told him. It was a compliment, but not the normal kind, a compliment of his sexual capability. And it was intimidating so he turned away but Oliver wouldn’t have it and promptly slapped him on the butt playfully.
“Look at me,” he said, “I want to see you. I love seeing you this way.”
Mark turned his face back to Oliver. His body slowly relaxed, what had been warm became cold and messy. He felt Oliver’s hand return to his ass, his fingers back at his hole to probe his opening.
“That was a lot of fun,” Mark said.
“Would you want to do it again?”
“Of course,” Mark said.
“What else would you want to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you have some other fantasies?”
“Many,” Mark said.
“Tell me,” Oliver said.
And just like that, naked on his stomach with another man probing his battered hole he felt himself confessing some of his darkest fantasies, things he had thought up at different, random moments of his life, actions and feelings, notions that had solidified in his thoughts at night before he fell asleep. What if this happened, what if someone did this to me, not just one man but several men, different men, encounters with strangers that turned into something sexual. He told Oliver about his fantasies as they lay there until he exhausted himself and just when he thought the man had gotten bored he propped himself up on his elbows and began to apologize.
“Not that this wasn’t fun, not that you’re not enough,” Mark said.
“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver said before moving to kiss him on the lips. “We all have fantasies and maybe sometimes they can come true. I’ve lived out many of mine. You should get a chance to live out yours.”
“But I like this. I like you. What we did, I mean,-” he blushed “-it was amazing, last night with the foreplay and the little, you know games, and this morning, you just took me like that, I’ve never, you know, had that before and it’s still early in the morning. I haven’t had breakfast yet and I still need to go to work.”
“Speaking of which, let’s get you cleaned up,” Oliver said before slapping him on the ass. He rolled away and got to his feet.
“Oh really,” Mark said before sliding from the bed and getting up behind Oliver. He wrapped his arms around the man from behind, felt his hairy chest, his muscles and pulled him close until his dick was nearly against Oliver’s butt though their height difference was completely evident he still loved the feeling of the man’s skin, their skin rubbing together. He loved the smell of the man, the musky odor of cologne but something else too, his sweat.
They stood like that for a moment before Oliver pulled him along to the bathroom and they made their way to the shower, his confessions nearly forgotten.
Pressed into the bed, his head turned against the pillow he felt the weight of the man who kissed down between his cheeks, then his tongue came out and teased his hole. He rubbed at his dick, parted his cheeks. Oliver reached between his thighs, took hold of his dick, and tickled the head with his fingertips that became slick with ejaculate. Mark reached out with his free hand and took hold of the metal frame bars.
Oliver licked and kissed, pulled him up a little to get deeper. Mark felt the pleasure run up through his spine to his heart. His skin felt tight, sweat formed on his back. He pulled away, rubbed his dick against the bed, but Oliver wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back up onto his knees.
He followed the spit from his mouth as it ran down over his younger lover's balls. He took each one into his mouth and sucked on them before running his tongue down the shaft. He took Mark's dick in his mouth and pulled him up higher until his knees were under his chest, his throbbing dick between his thighs got trapped. He reached back with both hands and pulled on his cheeks. Oliver licked back up, sucked each testicle again, then up to the pink hole. He licked and sucked at the wrinkled opening, he touched his fingertips to it and continued to pry as he stuck his tongue inside. He loved the feeling of Mark opening to him.
"Oh my god." The words escaped Mark's lips. He felt a pleasure like never before as if his hole and his dick were the only parts of his body. Red hot and sensitive, a slight touch from Oliver, fingers over the head, down the shaft to the base, a slight tightening of the grip. He gave in to the man’s touch, felt their hairy legs rub against each other as Oliver moved closer behind him, his hard dick at his hole. He grunted and tried to relax as he felt the other man push against him and slowly, very slowly push inside until he was all the way to his balls.
That’s when he felt Oliver’s hand on the back of his head to push his face down into the mattress and he gave in to it. One side of his face against the cool bed sheet he surrendered to the man who worked himself into a rhythm, his balls slapped against Mark’s taint.
“I want you to remember me,” Oliver said.
“I definitely will now,” Mark replied.
“Do you love this? Do you love getting fucked?”
“I do,” Oliver confessed into the bed.
Oliver pushed against him harder and faster, his balls slapping, harder and faster until the bed was squeaking and the headboard was hitting the wall. Mark felt himself relax with the sensation of a dick in his ass even as his skin tightened and warmed. His ears burned, his cheeks flushed, his lips sensitive, and his nipples became hard, sensitive points as they rubbed against the bed. He reached back with one hand and grabbed his dick. It wouldn’t take much more.
Oliver reached up over his shoulder to his chin, his probing fingers found their way to Mark’s lips, then inside his mouth past his teeth. He sucked at them. He loved the feelings, the sensations. Harder and faster, he heard a slap against his ass and felt it a moment later, another slap on the other cheek. Oliver pulled his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed hold of his shoulder, each shoulder, as he pushed him into the bed and deeper inside, all of the way. And that’s when he felt it. He heard the man groan and felt fingers dig into his flesh, moments later Oliver ejaculated deep inside of him and he took hold of his own sensitive dick, fingers at the tip, slippery with his own ejaculate, his own orgasm imminent, then it happened.
A moment of pleasure and pain, breathless and unstoppable, no past and no future just that moment. He felt as if the core of his being was being released through his dick as his muscles tightened. A moment later he quivered and felt weak before falling to the bed as he felt Oliver pull out and move to lay beside him so they could stare into each other’s eyes. They smiled at each other, Mark flat against the bed, his dick against his belly surrounded by a pool of his own ejaculate, his ass felt used as his hole tried to regain its former shape, a familiar pain that wasn’t completely unpleasant. Oliver sighed and caught his breath before reaching back over to his ass, put two probing fingers between his cheeks to his aching hole as if to claim it again and make sure Mark knew who had just fucked it.
“Did you like that?” Oliver asked.
“Yes,” Mark said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out but I just got so into it, so into you I didn’t want out. You’re so warm and welcoming. There have been very few like you who could really take my dick.”
Mark laughed nervously at what the man had told him. It was a compliment, but not the normal kind, a compliment of his sexual capability. And it was intimidating so he turned away but Oliver wouldn’t have it and promptly slapped him on the butt playfully.
“Look at me,” he said, “I want to see you. I love seeing you this way.”
Mark turned his face back to Oliver. His body slowly relaxed, what had been warm became cold and messy. He felt Oliver’s hand return to his ass, his fingers back at his hole to probe his opening.
“That was a lot of fun,” Mark said.
“Would you want to do it again?”
“Of course,” Mark said.
“What else would you want to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you have some other fantasies?”
“Many,” Mark said.
“Tell me,” Oliver said.
And just like that, naked on his stomach with another man probing his battered hole he felt himself confessing some of his darkest fantasies, things he had thought up at different, random moments of his life, actions and feelings, notions that had solidified in his thoughts at night before he fell asleep. What if this happened, what if someone did this to me, not just one man but several men, different men, encounters with strangers that turned into something sexual. He told Oliver about his fantasies as they lay there until he exhausted himself and just when he thought the man had gotten bored he propped himself up on his elbows and began to apologize.
“Not that this wasn’t fun, not that you’re not enough,” Mark said.
“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver said before moving to kiss him on the lips. “We all have fantasies and maybe sometimes they can come true. I’ve lived out many of mine. You should get a chance to live out yours.”
“But I like this. I like you. What we did, I mean,-” he blushed “-it was amazing, last night with the foreplay and the little, you know games, and this morning, you just took me like that, I’ve never, you know, had that before and it’s still early in the morning. I haven’t had breakfast yet and I still need to go to work.”
“Speaking of which, let’s get you cleaned up,” Oliver said before slapping him on the ass. He rolled away and got to his feet.
“Oh really,” Mark said before sliding from the bed and getting up behind Oliver. He wrapped his arms around the man from behind, felt his hairy chest, his muscles and pulled him close until his dick was nearly against Oliver’s butt though their height difference was completely evident he still loved the feeling of the man’s skin, their skin rubbing together. He loved the smell of the man, the musky odor of cologne but something else too, his sweat.
They stood like that for a moment before Oliver pulled him along to the bathroom and they made their way to the shower, his confessions nearly forgotten.
Saturday, January 13, 2018
CP Chapter 04 - The Prospect
After a few text messages back and forth we arranged a time and day for the session. Despite us having met at the coffee shop to talk through a few things, get a sense of each other’s personality, our commitment, and interest, I was still worried he’d ghost me right up until he knocked on my door. I was so relieved when he did as I had imagined the whole scene several times over the previous days and even waiting for him I started to get an erection. I gave myself a moment to breath and focus, let it subside a little, before I answered the door.
He stood before me, eyes down causing his shaggy blonde hair to hang down in front of his face. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and loose, baggy jeans, and old worn out shoes. His shoulders were tense and he shifted on his feet. He was nervous so I adjusted myself, not too serious, not too relaxed, let myself be open to however this would go.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi,” he forced out of his throat.
“Would you like to come inside?”
He looked back at the street to his car then around at the other houses and shrugged his shoulders before stepping forward into the house. I closed the door behind him then stepped away to give him space and let him look around but he barely moved so I motioned to a seat I usually leave by the door for taking off shoes and such. He moved to it and sat, looked up to me with big, hopeful blue eyes. I stepped back some more and smirked to him.
“I know it feels big, important, like the first time you had sex or something and it’s kind of like that but I’m not here to ridicule you, unless you’re into that, it’s a journey and we’re both on it together. I just have more experience.”
He smiled back to me.
“I just want it to be right, you know, like I don’t want to make a mistake.”
“Don’t think of it like that,” I replied, “there will be mistakes and there will be corrections, that’s the point of this. You want to explore something. I didn’t go into detail but we’ll use a safe word. Yellow if you want me to slow down and red if you want me to stop. The important thing is if you trust me.”
“I do, really, I mean you were the only guy to be so nice and explain stuff to me, just, you know, it’s like new to me. I mean I didn’t think much about it. I tried to not think about it, but then I put on white briefs today, which is different for me and it’s been like all I can think about, all through class this morning I kept thinking about this.”
“What if we go into the living room first and we can just sit and talk if you want?”
“Yeah,” he said.
He stood and started to move towards the living room and I motioned for him to stop and pointed to his shoes.
“Sorry,” he replied.
He slid off his shoes and I motioned for him to follow me into the living room where I took a seat in the recliner leaving him the big couch to sit on. He took the middle seat which was kind of interesting to me. Most guys, most “alpha men” take a corner seat, try to project strength, so maybe he was more open to this than I thought. I watched his breathing steady and even out as he looked around at the room. He spotted a few photos of me and my husband, he smiled at the art on the walls, photographs and paintings of naked men. Finally he sat back and I figured he had relaxed enough.
“Would you like to start?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Okay, then let’s go back to the front door,” I said.
I got to my feet and led him back to the front door and motioned for him to stand near the entrance so he did. I took a deep breath. He did too. Sympathetic response, that’s good, I thought.
“From now on it’s yes sir and no sir. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” he answered.
“Good, and you understand about the safe word and how they work? You can beg and plead, get into the role, but when you want things to slow down you say yellow and if you want them to stop you say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Follow me,” I commanded.
Through the dining room, down a long hallway of closed doors, at the very end on the left I opened the door and motioned for him to enter and he did. I stepped in behind him and let him look over everything. There was a bookshelf on the left and a built in closet, a bed to the right with a cross above it, the only in the house for mood. There were a few pictures on the walls, simply decorative and common things I found in thrift stores. Thick, heavy curtains covered the windows. But against the far wall was the desk. I called it the punishment desk. It was old and well constructed with a simple chair that had no arms and would have very little comfort to a sore bottom.
The desk had a shelving unit on top where there were several leather bound journals, separated into the men I no longer played with, the two who currently visited me, and one lonely journal for someone new. I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed a little for him to walk to the desk which he did obediently and without resistance. I told him to sit and pull in the chair at the desk. I laid out the new journal and a pen. He opened it to the first page and took a deep breath.
That’s when I reached into the drawer and took out my favorite paddle, the introductory paddle, and set it on the desk in front of him in front of the notebook so that he’d have to look at it while he wrote. He gulped and I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder until he calmed down. He noticed that there were several journals there already and raised an enquiring eyebrow. I told him the ones on the left were old journals for men I had known previously, most I barely if ever stayed in contact with, one had become my husband and didn’t need it anymore, one we were friends now and stopped being punished some years ago. The ones on the right were for my new subjects. I told him to write out his name, the date, and what he had done wrong to deserve a punishment. He set to the task and I walked away, out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen to catch my breath and assess things.
When I returned he was still writing so I gave him a minute to see if he’d run out of energy. I walked up to him and looked to the notebook. He was on his third page and making a bullet point list.
“Are you almost done?”
“Yeah, just one more thing,” he said.
“Sir,” I replied.
“Just one more thing, sir,” he said.
When he stopped I closed the journal and set it on the shelf with the others before putting my hand back on his shoulder and telling him to stand. He did so without much reaction so I told him to assume the position over the desk as I picked up the paddle. He crossed his arms against it, let his head settle against them, his blonde hair fell down against the wood.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“I need to pee sir,” he said.
“On a scale of 1 to 5?”
“One sir,” he answered.
“Wait,” I said.
The first whack caught him off guard and he barely made a sound. His jeans took most of the impact. I set the paddle down and grabbed the back of the his jeans and tugged up giving him a slight wedgie until I could make out the shape of his buttocks then I let him settle back down on his feet and against the desk. I tapped his butt to let him know I’d spank him again and saw him brace himself so I cracked him once just to let him really feel it, what it was like when the jeans didn’t break the impact and he grunted. I spanked him two more times in quick succession and he rose up on his toes so I paused and let him settle.
I tapped and he braced himself but this time I didn’t spank him and waited. I waited until he relaxed a little then I gave it to him three times. Instead of rising up on his toes he tried to grind his heels into the carpet, really plant himself there. I tapped him and he tensed so I paused again, but not as long before I laid into him three more times causing him to grunt with each one.
“Don’t hold back,” I said, “let it out.”
He braced himself and I spanked him three more times. One foot was up, one foot was down, he squirmed a little. I could see his breathing had quickened.
“Do you still need to pee?”
“Yes sir,” he said, his voice crackling with effort and pain.
“From 1 to 5?”
“Two sir,” he answered.
“It can wait,” I said.
By then he had settled both feet but he wasn’t prepared, didn’t steel himself, so I spanked him two more times. He grabbed at the back of his head, dug his fingers into his scalp. I set the paddle down on the desk and told him to stand up and face me. He did so, slowly, but he did it. His eyes were down at my feet, his hair partially covered his face and I could see his jaw was tense.
“Are you ready for what’s going to happen next?” I asked.
“Yes sir,” he replied.
I reached out and took hold of his belt buckle, pulled him to me and opened it. His hands at his sides he watched as I undid his belt, pulled it from his jeans, then tossed it onto the bed. I unfastened his jeans next, opened them fully and let them slide down his legs to his knees before squatting down and telling him to lift one leg at a time until I picked them up from the ground. I tossed them on the bed then went down to one knee and told him to lift his foot up enough so I could take off his socks, one at a time until there were two bare feet on the carpet. I watched him ball his toes for a few seconds before standing and telling him to assume the position again.
He sighed and turned away from me to the desk, stepped to it and assumed the position. I took the socks over to the bed, folded them, folded his jeans, rolled his belt up and piled everything together neatly as I looked to him, bare feet, bare legs, and a cute little brief covered butt. I moved to stand behind him, picked up the paddle and he watched. He took a deep breath and readied himself. I tapped him and he tensed so I paused again, reached to the waist band of his underwear and pulled his briefs up a little so I could see the full shape of his butt. I lifted his shirt a little too, just above the band of underwear. He began to breath easier.
That’s when I spanked him two more times. He squirmed. I spanked him three times in quick succession and he shifted on his feet, almost put his hand back to protect himself. I let him catch his breath, then laid into him three more times. This time he put his hand back and covered his butt. I took hold of his wrist gently and pulled his hand up his back as I stepped closer to him.
“There’s no way out of this punishment boy,” I said, “you know you deserve this and you’re going to take what you have coming. Now be a good boy and keep your hand up here so you don’t get hurt on accident.”
I tightened my grip on his wrist and laid into him. He grunted the first time, moaned the second time, whimpered on the third, and with the fourth he squealed and tried to break his hand free of my grip. I set the paddle down next to him so he’d see, then I told him to stand and face me, letting go of him as he did. He looked to my feet again. I opened my arms and he stepped into them and we hugged, my hand naturally went to the back of his head deep into that thick blonde hair. He cried into my shoulder for a few minutes as I said soothing words.
“We’re not done yet,” I said.
“I know sir,” he replied.
I broke the bond between us and stepped away from him. I put one hand on his shoulder and motioned for him to turn away from me. When he did I led him to the corner of the room and placed him there.
“Do you still have to pee?”
“It’s a three sir,” he said.
“Can it wait?”
“Yes sir,” he said.
I moved directly behind him, put my fingers in the waist band of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. When I got to his feet he stepped out of them and I stood back up, held them out to appreciate how new and clean they were before taking them over to the bed and folding them and placed them under the belt and socks. I looked to him in the corner and he rubbed at his face and eyes before reaching back to touch his butt. He did so carefully and was about to rub his flesh.
“Stop, hands on your head,” I ordered.
He did so immediately and without hesitation. The hem of his shirt rose above his butt and even his waist letting me see his butt completely. I could make out the reddest parts where I had spanked him the hardest and the most, the discoloration of skin around those spots, and the places I had missed like the bottom of his butt. Little did he know I’d be back for round two in just a minute. I crossed the room to where he stood and got right behind his ear.
“I’m giving you some time to think about what you did wrong and how you’re being punished. When your arms get tired you can put them at your sides but don’t, and I repeat don’t, touch your butt and especially don’t touch your dick.”
He gulped. I looked around to the front of him and I could I could tell he had a bit of an erection. His dick was on the average side, maybe five or six inches when fully erect. He took a deep breath and I looked up his shirt to his flat, taut stomach. He tried to look down to me out of the corner of his eye but when I returned the look he looked away to the wall. I smirked at him which he clearly saw, then I tapped him on the butt playfully, stood, and put my lips back at his ear.
“Don’t forget why you’re here bad boy,” I said.
“Thank you sir,” he replied.
I turned and walked out of the room. I went to the kitchen and made myself a drink on ice, snacked on a bit of lunchmeat, looked over a grocery list on the refrigerator. I tried to measure out the time and left him like that for ten minutes or so. When I returned I was surprised to see him still there with his hands on his head just as I had left him, nearly as stiff too. His little dick barely deflated.
I asked him if he needed to pee and he said that he would rate it a 4 so I guided him through the house to the bathroom and told him I’d leave the door open a little so I could make sure he wasn’t rubbing his butt. I looked in to see him raise his shirt a little, thrust out his penis and hold it with the fingers of his right hand. He peed a little and I smirked at him. I took him back into the room to the desk.
“Can I take off your shirt?”
“Why not,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
I spanked him once on the butt.
“This is no joking matter,” I said, “you should take this seriously.”
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Arms up,” I commanded and he did it immediately.
He raised his arms and I took hold of his shirt, raised it up to reveal a soft stomach and a chest that got very little if any exercise, off his shoulders and up his arms he bent over a little so I could get it past his hands and it was off. I took it over the bed, where again I folded it and placed it on top of his jeans and under his other clothes and belt. I went back over to him and picked up the paddle. He squirmed at just the sight of it.
“Five more,” I told him, “now assume the position.”
He turned away from me and did so. I tapped his thighs to get him to spread his feet and looked to his balls as they hung down, his limp dick, the way his cheeks parted and I could see his asshole. I appreciated the sight. And then I spanked him, five more times, with a little more attention to the spots I missed. He wailed and screamed but he never tried to stop me or reach back. I knew he was counting them just as I was and when I finished he nearly slumped against the desk but caught himself.
I pulled him from the desk and into a hug. This time he gave into the feeling of being comforted and he grabbed back at me. His fingers intwined with my shirt, his chest against me, his head on my shoulder. He didn’t cry. He wasn’t there yet. I let him relax a little and feel the warmth of our bodies pressed together until I felt him calm down and let go of my shirt. I broke away again and took hold of his wrist. I moved to the chair and pulled him down over my lap.
“Please sir,” he begged.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Do you want to use your safe word?”
“No sir,” he answered.
I laid into him with just my hand. I spanked one cheek then the other, right, left, then several times on the right, several times on the left. He bucked and squirmed against me and when he put his hand back I took hold of his wrist and forced it to the middle of his back as I continued the assault. He gave into my my control. He gave into my hand and I felt him break, physically he went limp and he cried. His chest heaved and spit flew from his mouth but I kept at him for another moment until he was blubbering and not making any sense. I stopped immediately and pulled him up from my lap and to my chest where he hugged and clung to me.
Eventually he came around and felt him pull away to break that bond we had shared. I helped him to his feet and he looked to his pile of clothes then around the room as I stood. He hugged me again.
“Thank you sir,” he said.
“We’re almost done,” I said.
“Good sir,” he said.
His face had turned red and white, the extremes of the body pooling blood, darker at his cheeks and ears, nearly as red as his butt. He was now completely naked. I put an arm around his shoulders before picking up the journal and guiding him out of the punishment room and to the living room. I moved him between the furniture to a spot at far side of the room, far from the door, far from his clothes in the room we had left, far from any hope of safety.
I handed him the journal and walked over to my recliner where I sat and looked to him, even then putting one hand slightly in front of his crotch to block my view. I smirked a little but then cleared my throat and made sure my stern face was back before speaking.
“Open the journal and read what you wrote earlier,” I said.
He had to use both hands to do it. Reluctantly and with some patience on my account he did. He held the book with both hands as he stood there before me naked, his dick slightly plump and stuck out from his body, his thighs shook a little. I noted that his color had begun to return to normal in his face. His eyes weren’t watery but he bit at his lip nervously and shifted on his feet causing his little dick to bounce a little.
I applauded his confession and that he had completed our little session. I got up from the chair and moved to him, took back the journal, hugged him, and then led him back to the punishment room with one arm around his shoulders. I told him to get dressed and he did so obediently, and carefully. I assumed it was the first time he ever had a really spanked butt, especially as an adult. I walked him to the door and opened it. He stepped out into the sunshine and turned back to me. There was something he wanted to say, something he wanted me to say.
“I’m proud of you,” I said. “You did well. I think you’ve learned a good lesson. Do you want to do it again?”
That was the moment he could have run away. That was the moment he could have said no and broken my heart. That was the moment he could have given up on himself and decided it was something he never wanted to do again. He didn’t.
“Um, I don’t know about my schedule exactly, but maybe sometime next week,” he said.
“Next week, same time, same day, and if you miss, it’ll get added to the next time,” I said. “I’m going to hold you to this unless it’s some kind of emergency. Do your work like you said you should, don’t waste time.”
“Yes sir,” he said, “thank you sir.”
I closed the door and put my back against it. I had found my new project.
He stood before me, eyes down causing his shaggy blonde hair to hang down in front of his face. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and loose, baggy jeans, and old worn out shoes. His shoulders were tense and he shifted on his feet. He was nervous so I adjusted myself, not too serious, not too relaxed, let myself be open to however this would go.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hi,” he forced out of his throat.
“Would you like to come inside?”
He looked back at the street to his car then around at the other houses and shrugged his shoulders before stepping forward into the house. I closed the door behind him then stepped away to give him space and let him look around but he barely moved so I motioned to a seat I usually leave by the door for taking off shoes and such. He moved to it and sat, looked up to me with big, hopeful blue eyes. I stepped back some more and smirked to him.
“I know it feels big, important, like the first time you had sex or something and it’s kind of like that but I’m not here to ridicule you, unless you’re into that, it’s a journey and we’re both on it together. I just have more experience.”
He smiled back to me.
“I just want it to be right, you know, like I don’t want to make a mistake.”
“Don’t think of it like that,” I replied, “there will be mistakes and there will be corrections, that’s the point of this. You want to explore something. I didn’t go into detail but we’ll use a safe word. Yellow if you want me to slow down and red if you want me to stop. The important thing is if you trust me.”
“I do, really, I mean you were the only guy to be so nice and explain stuff to me, just, you know, it’s like new to me. I mean I didn’t think much about it. I tried to not think about it, but then I put on white briefs today, which is different for me and it’s been like all I can think about, all through class this morning I kept thinking about this.”
“What if we go into the living room first and we can just sit and talk if you want?”
“Yeah,” he said.
He stood and started to move towards the living room and I motioned for him to stop and pointed to his shoes.
“Sorry,” he replied.
He slid off his shoes and I motioned for him to follow me into the living room where I took a seat in the recliner leaving him the big couch to sit on. He took the middle seat which was kind of interesting to me. Most guys, most “alpha men” take a corner seat, try to project strength, so maybe he was more open to this than I thought. I watched his breathing steady and even out as he looked around at the room. He spotted a few photos of me and my husband, he smiled at the art on the walls, photographs and paintings of naked men. Finally he sat back and I figured he had relaxed enough.
“Would you like to start?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Okay, then let’s go back to the front door,” I said.
I got to my feet and led him back to the front door and motioned for him to stand near the entrance so he did. I took a deep breath. He did too. Sympathetic response, that’s good, I thought.
“From now on it’s yes sir and no sir. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” he answered.
“Good, and you understand about the safe word and how they work? You can beg and plead, get into the role, but when you want things to slow down you say yellow and if you want them to stop you say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Follow me,” I commanded.
Through the dining room, down a long hallway of closed doors, at the very end on the left I opened the door and motioned for him to enter and he did. I stepped in behind him and let him look over everything. There was a bookshelf on the left and a built in closet, a bed to the right with a cross above it, the only in the house for mood. There were a few pictures on the walls, simply decorative and common things I found in thrift stores. Thick, heavy curtains covered the windows. But against the far wall was the desk. I called it the punishment desk. It was old and well constructed with a simple chair that had no arms and would have very little comfort to a sore bottom.
The desk had a shelving unit on top where there were several leather bound journals, separated into the men I no longer played with, the two who currently visited me, and one lonely journal for someone new. I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed a little for him to walk to the desk which he did obediently and without resistance. I told him to sit and pull in the chair at the desk. I laid out the new journal and a pen. He opened it to the first page and took a deep breath.
That’s when I reached into the drawer and took out my favorite paddle, the introductory paddle, and set it on the desk in front of him in front of the notebook so that he’d have to look at it while he wrote. He gulped and I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder until he calmed down. He noticed that there were several journals there already and raised an enquiring eyebrow. I told him the ones on the left were old journals for men I had known previously, most I barely if ever stayed in contact with, one had become my husband and didn’t need it anymore, one we were friends now and stopped being punished some years ago. The ones on the right were for my new subjects. I told him to write out his name, the date, and what he had done wrong to deserve a punishment. He set to the task and I walked away, out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen to catch my breath and assess things.
When I returned he was still writing so I gave him a minute to see if he’d run out of energy. I walked up to him and looked to the notebook. He was on his third page and making a bullet point list.
“Are you almost done?”
“Yeah, just one more thing,” he said.
“Sir,” I replied.
“Just one more thing, sir,” he said.
When he stopped I closed the journal and set it on the shelf with the others before putting my hand back on his shoulder and telling him to stand. He did so without much reaction so I told him to assume the position over the desk as I picked up the paddle. He crossed his arms against it, let his head settle against them, his blonde hair fell down against the wood.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“I need to pee sir,” he said.
“On a scale of 1 to 5?”
“One sir,” he answered.
“Wait,” I said.
The first whack caught him off guard and he barely made a sound. His jeans took most of the impact. I set the paddle down and grabbed the back of the his jeans and tugged up giving him a slight wedgie until I could make out the shape of his buttocks then I let him settle back down on his feet and against the desk. I tapped his butt to let him know I’d spank him again and saw him brace himself so I cracked him once just to let him really feel it, what it was like when the jeans didn’t break the impact and he grunted. I spanked him two more times in quick succession and he rose up on his toes so I paused and let him settle.
I tapped and he braced himself but this time I didn’t spank him and waited. I waited until he relaxed a little then I gave it to him three times. Instead of rising up on his toes he tried to grind his heels into the carpet, really plant himself there. I tapped him and he tensed so I paused again, but not as long before I laid into him three more times causing him to grunt with each one.
“Don’t hold back,” I said, “let it out.”
He braced himself and I spanked him three more times. One foot was up, one foot was down, he squirmed a little. I could see his breathing had quickened.
“Do you still need to pee?”
“Yes sir,” he said, his voice crackling with effort and pain.
“From 1 to 5?”
“Two sir,” he answered.
“It can wait,” I said.
By then he had settled both feet but he wasn’t prepared, didn’t steel himself, so I spanked him two more times. He grabbed at the back of his head, dug his fingers into his scalp. I set the paddle down on the desk and told him to stand up and face me. He did so, slowly, but he did it. His eyes were down at my feet, his hair partially covered his face and I could see his jaw was tense.
“Are you ready for what’s going to happen next?” I asked.
“Yes sir,” he replied.
I reached out and took hold of his belt buckle, pulled him to me and opened it. His hands at his sides he watched as I undid his belt, pulled it from his jeans, then tossed it onto the bed. I unfastened his jeans next, opened them fully and let them slide down his legs to his knees before squatting down and telling him to lift one leg at a time until I picked them up from the ground. I tossed them on the bed then went down to one knee and told him to lift his foot up enough so I could take off his socks, one at a time until there were two bare feet on the carpet. I watched him ball his toes for a few seconds before standing and telling him to assume the position again.
He sighed and turned away from me to the desk, stepped to it and assumed the position. I took the socks over to the bed, folded them, folded his jeans, rolled his belt up and piled everything together neatly as I looked to him, bare feet, bare legs, and a cute little brief covered butt. I moved to stand behind him, picked up the paddle and he watched. He took a deep breath and readied himself. I tapped him and he tensed so I paused again, reached to the waist band of his underwear and pulled his briefs up a little so I could see the full shape of his butt. I lifted his shirt a little too, just above the band of underwear. He began to breath easier.
That’s when I spanked him two more times. He squirmed. I spanked him three times in quick succession and he shifted on his feet, almost put his hand back to protect himself. I let him catch his breath, then laid into him three more times. This time he put his hand back and covered his butt. I took hold of his wrist gently and pulled his hand up his back as I stepped closer to him.
“There’s no way out of this punishment boy,” I said, “you know you deserve this and you’re going to take what you have coming. Now be a good boy and keep your hand up here so you don’t get hurt on accident.”
I tightened my grip on his wrist and laid into him. He grunted the first time, moaned the second time, whimpered on the third, and with the fourth he squealed and tried to break his hand free of my grip. I set the paddle down next to him so he’d see, then I told him to stand and face me, letting go of him as he did. He looked to my feet again. I opened my arms and he stepped into them and we hugged, my hand naturally went to the back of his head deep into that thick blonde hair. He cried into my shoulder for a few minutes as I said soothing words.
“We’re not done yet,” I said.
“I know sir,” he replied.
I broke the bond between us and stepped away from him. I put one hand on his shoulder and motioned for him to turn away from me. When he did I led him to the corner of the room and placed him there.
“Do you still have to pee?”
“It’s a three sir,” he said.
“Can it wait?”
“Yes sir,” he said.
I moved directly behind him, put my fingers in the waist band of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. When I got to his feet he stepped out of them and I stood back up, held them out to appreciate how new and clean they were before taking them over to the bed and folding them and placed them under the belt and socks. I looked to him in the corner and he rubbed at his face and eyes before reaching back to touch his butt. He did so carefully and was about to rub his flesh.
“Stop, hands on your head,” I ordered.
He did so immediately and without hesitation. The hem of his shirt rose above his butt and even his waist letting me see his butt completely. I could make out the reddest parts where I had spanked him the hardest and the most, the discoloration of skin around those spots, and the places I had missed like the bottom of his butt. Little did he know I’d be back for round two in just a minute. I crossed the room to where he stood and got right behind his ear.
“I’m giving you some time to think about what you did wrong and how you’re being punished. When your arms get tired you can put them at your sides but don’t, and I repeat don’t, touch your butt and especially don’t touch your dick.”
He gulped. I looked around to the front of him and I could I could tell he had a bit of an erection. His dick was on the average side, maybe five or six inches when fully erect. He took a deep breath and I looked up his shirt to his flat, taut stomach. He tried to look down to me out of the corner of his eye but when I returned the look he looked away to the wall. I smirked at him which he clearly saw, then I tapped him on the butt playfully, stood, and put my lips back at his ear.
“Don’t forget why you’re here bad boy,” I said.
“Thank you sir,” he replied.
I turned and walked out of the room. I went to the kitchen and made myself a drink on ice, snacked on a bit of lunchmeat, looked over a grocery list on the refrigerator. I tried to measure out the time and left him like that for ten minutes or so. When I returned I was surprised to see him still there with his hands on his head just as I had left him, nearly as stiff too. His little dick barely deflated.
I asked him if he needed to pee and he said that he would rate it a 4 so I guided him through the house to the bathroom and told him I’d leave the door open a little so I could make sure he wasn’t rubbing his butt. I looked in to see him raise his shirt a little, thrust out his penis and hold it with the fingers of his right hand. He peed a little and I smirked at him. I took him back into the room to the desk.
“Can I take off your shirt?”
“Why not,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
I spanked him once on the butt.
“This is no joking matter,” I said, “you should take this seriously.”
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Arms up,” I commanded and he did it immediately.
He raised his arms and I took hold of his shirt, raised it up to reveal a soft stomach and a chest that got very little if any exercise, off his shoulders and up his arms he bent over a little so I could get it past his hands and it was off. I took it over the bed, where again I folded it and placed it on top of his jeans and under his other clothes and belt. I went back over to him and picked up the paddle. He squirmed at just the sight of it.
“Five more,” I told him, “now assume the position.”
He turned away from me and did so. I tapped his thighs to get him to spread his feet and looked to his balls as they hung down, his limp dick, the way his cheeks parted and I could see his asshole. I appreciated the sight. And then I spanked him, five more times, with a little more attention to the spots I missed. He wailed and screamed but he never tried to stop me or reach back. I knew he was counting them just as I was and when I finished he nearly slumped against the desk but caught himself.
I pulled him from the desk and into a hug. This time he gave into the feeling of being comforted and he grabbed back at me. His fingers intwined with my shirt, his chest against me, his head on my shoulder. He didn’t cry. He wasn’t there yet. I let him relax a little and feel the warmth of our bodies pressed together until I felt him calm down and let go of my shirt. I broke away again and took hold of his wrist. I moved to the chair and pulled him down over my lap.
“Please sir,” he begged.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Do you want to use your safe word?”
“No sir,” he answered.
I laid into him with just my hand. I spanked one cheek then the other, right, left, then several times on the right, several times on the left. He bucked and squirmed against me and when he put his hand back I took hold of his wrist and forced it to the middle of his back as I continued the assault. He gave into my my control. He gave into my hand and I felt him break, physically he went limp and he cried. His chest heaved and spit flew from his mouth but I kept at him for another moment until he was blubbering and not making any sense. I stopped immediately and pulled him up from my lap and to my chest where he hugged and clung to me.
Eventually he came around and felt him pull away to break that bond we had shared. I helped him to his feet and he looked to his pile of clothes then around the room as I stood. He hugged me again.
“Thank you sir,” he said.
“We’re almost done,” I said.
“Good sir,” he said.
His face had turned red and white, the extremes of the body pooling blood, darker at his cheeks and ears, nearly as red as his butt. He was now completely naked. I put an arm around his shoulders before picking up the journal and guiding him out of the punishment room and to the living room. I moved him between the furniture to a spot at far side of the room, far from the door, far from his clothes in the room we had left, far from any hope of safety.
I handed him the journal and walked over to my recliner where I sat and looked to him, even then putting one hand slightly in front of his crotch to block my view. I smirked a little but then cleared my throat and made sure my stern face was back before speaking.
“Open the journal and read what you wrote earlier,” I said.
He had to use both hands to do it. Reluctantly and with some patience on my account he did. He held the book with both hands as he stood there before me naked, his dick slightly plump and stuck out from his body, his thighs shook a little. I noted that his color had begun to return to normal in his face. His eyes weren’t watery but he bit at his lip nervously and shifted on his feet causing his little dick to bounce a little.
I applauded his confession and that he had completed our little session. I got up from the chair and moved to him, took back the journal, hugged him, and then led him back to the punishment room with one arm around his shoulders. I told him to get dressed and he did so obediently, and carefully. I assumed it was the first time he ever had a really spanked butt, especially as an adult. I walked him to the door and opened it. He stepped out into the sunshine and turned back to me. There was something he wanted to say, something he wanted me to say.
“I’m proud of you,” I said. “You did well. I think you’ve learned a good lesson. Do you want to do it again?”
That was the moment he could have run away. That was the moment he could have said no and broken my heart. That was the moment he could have given up on himself and decided it was something he never wanted to do again. He didn’t.
“Um, I don’t know about my schedule exactly, but maybe sometime next week,” he said.
“Next week, same time, same day, and if you miss, it’ll get added to the next time,” I said. “I’m going to hold you to this unless it’s some kind of emergency. Do your work like you said you should, don’t waste time.”
“Yes sir,” he said, “thank you sir.”
I closed the door and put my back against it. I had found my new project.
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
CP - Chapter 03: IRL
Sunday night was the first time I got a message from Luke, actually two messages. Both of which I missed because I was cuddled next to Eric on the couch with a blanket over us, his wrists bound in cuffs and mitts over his hands to keep him from playing with his dick so I could tease him for as long as I wanted by slowly stroking his dick. He loved it and buried his face in my armpit while I watched the show.
The first was a polite greeting testing the waters. The second was a little more anxious and inquisitive. I responded with just small talk, nothing demanding, no promises, just a conversation and when he didn’t respond I prepared myself for him to ghost me. Like I said few make it to meeting me. And he was green, or at least his ad said he was new to it so I figured he’d forget about me and I’d forget about him in time. I went back to Eric and worked him until he shot over his belly and onto my t-shirt. I grunted and moaned into my chest when I did.
“That was fun,” he said.
“Now it’s time to clean up your mess,” I replied before throwing off the blanket.
“But I’m so helpless,” he said with a coy smile.
I pulled the key from my pocket and dangled it in front of him.
“Maybe I don’t feel like it,” he said.
“Are you being a bad boy?” I asked with a smile.
“Uh,” he said in an exasperated sigh, “not tonight. I don’t feel like going to work tomorrow with a sore bottom.”
“Fine,” I said. I took off my shirt and wiped up his chest then dropped it down over his crotch. “But if you want to come again you’re going to have to earn it.”
“Anything,” he said, “well, just about anything.”
I got to my feet and pulled him up, used my shirt to finish wiping off his dick before dragging him to the bedroom where I placed him on the spanking bench. He didn’t want to be spanked but he wanted to play and I wanted to drain him so I set up a flesh jack on his dick that he’d have to fuck for release, tied his balls with a rope that led between his cheeks and up his back to a two pronged hook I placed in his nostrils, then I led the rope back down to his ass. He waited as I found an anal hook and inserted it inside him and tied it off to the rope. He’d have to fuck the flesh jack while his balls pulled on his nose and the hook in his ass. He grunted and squealed in delight before setting to work. I went back to my phone and was surprised to find another message from Luke saying that he’d like to keep talking but wanted to go to bed early. I took that he was nervous about the situation and needed to sleep on the possibilities so I wished him goodnight and turned on the television in the bedroom, kept one eye on Eric as he worked himself until he had his second orgasm for the night. It didn’t take him long and afterwards he spoke up.
“I think I’m done sir,” he said.
“You’re done when I say your done,” I replied.
He whimpered and tried to get himself excited again but when I realized it wasn’t going to happen easily I got up and went to him, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, then undid my little dilemma and freed him from the spanking bench. He rubbed at his nose, balls, and ass in turn as he put everything away before heading off to the shower.
By the time he got back out he was clean and fresh looking, though tired, and he cuddled with me on the bed. He played with my nipples a little bit and asked me about my spanking prospect. I told him about the messages and that I was hopeful about this one. He told me he wished me luck but to play the odds and look for others.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’ll stick with this one for a day or two and see if anything comes of it. If not it’s no big deal.”
“If not it’s my ass isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily, maybe Wesley or Paul will need a corrective hand.”
“I hope so,” he said.
Afterwards we fell into small, intermittent talk until we fell asleep. I turned off the TV and we rolled into our familiar positions. Too often, I thought, when we’re young we think the first time is going to be the last time and that the first time has to be the best time, but the truth is that it’s like anything else, like training or taking up a craft, experience and practice make the best of times.
The first was a polite greeting testing the waters. The second was a little more anxious and inquisitive. I responded with just small talk, nothing demanding, no promises, just a conversation and when he didn’t respond I prepared myself for him to ghost me. Like I said few make it to meeting me. And he was green, or at least his ad said he was new to it so I figured he’d forget about me and I’d forget about him in time. I went back to Eric and worked him until he shot over his belly and onto my t-shirt. I grunted and moaned into my chest when I did.
“That was fun,” he said.
“Now it’s time to clean up your mess,” I replied before throwing off the blanket.
“But I’m so helpless,” he said with a coy smile.
I pulled the key from my pocket and dangled it in front of him.
“Maybe I don’t feel like it,” he said.
“Are you being a bad boy?” I asked with a smile.
“Uh,” he said in an exasperated sigh, “not tonight. I don’t feel like going to work tomorrow with a sore bottom.”
“Fine,” I said. I took off my shirt and wiped up his chest then dropped it down over his crotch. “But if you want to come again you’re going to have to earn it.”
“Anything,” he said, “well, just about anything.”
I got to my feet and pulled him up, used my shirt to finish wiping off his dick before dragging him to the bedroom where I placed him on the spanking bench. He didn’t want to be spanked but he wanted to play and I wanted to drain him so I set up a flesh jack on his dick that he’d have to fuck for release, tied his balls with a rope that led between his cheeks and up his back to a two pronged hook I placed in his nostrils, then I led the rope back down to his ass. He waited as I found an anal hook and inserted it inside him and tied it off to the rope. He’d have to fuck the flesh jack while his balls pulled on his nose and the hook in his ass. He grunted and squealed in delight before setting to work. I went back to my phone and was surprised to find another message from Luke saying that he’d like to keep talking but wanted to go to bed early. I took that he was nervous about the situation and needed to sleep on the possibilities so I wished him goodnight and turned on the television in the bedroom, kept one eye on Eric as he worked himself until he had his second orgasm for the night. It didn’t take him long and afterwards he spoke up.
“I think I’m done sir,” he said.
“You’re done when I say your done,” I replied.
He whimpered and tried to get himself excited again but when I realized it wasn’t going to happen easily I got up and went to him, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, then undid my little dilemma and freed him from the spanking bench. He rubbed at his nose, balls, and ass in turn as he put everything away before heading off to the shower.
By the time he got back out he was clean and fresh looking, though tired, and he cuddled with me on the bed. He played with my nipples a little bit and asked me about my spanking prospect. I told him about the messages and that I was hopeful about this one. He told me he wished me luck but to play the odds and look for others.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’ll stick with this one for a day or two and see if anything comes of it. If not it’s no big deal.”
“If not it’s my ass isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily, maybe Wesley or Paul will need a corrective hand.”
“I hope so,” he said.
Afterwards we fell into small, intermittent talk until we fell asleep. I turned off the TV and we rolled into our familiar positions. Too often, I thought, when we’re young we think the first time is going to be the last time and that the first time has to be the best time, but the truth is that it’s like anything else, like training or taking up a craft, experience and practice make the best of times.
CP - Chapter 02: Prospects
While waiting for our brunch compatriots my husband and I, like most people these days, had the bad habit of using our phones instead of making small talk or paying much attention to the people around us. He was shopping online while also perusing through nearby gay men on his hookup app. It wasn’t just to find someone for a hookup, because he did that occasionally, but he had a game he liked to play of trying to identify men from their pictures and proximity, especially if there wasn’t a face. He also had a knack, like me, of picking out the fake accounts of people using pictures of male porn models. He chuckled to himself before holding his phone for me to see a picture of a slim young man, no face, abs and big dick.
“I think that’s the waiter over there,” he said.
I looked over to the waiter then to the picture. It could be, I thought, and agreed with a nod of my head before looking back to my own phone where I was searching through personal ads on a spanking app. I was determined to find someone, a man, and soon. Gay or straight didn’t matter as much as wanting to be spanked by another man. I had marked several as prospects when I came upon and ad that struck me to the heart.
Ad: My name is Luke, 24, recently moved out of my parents’ home after getting a job after college. I’ve been on my own for 6 months and have picked up some bad habits: binge drinking, anonymous hookups, poor eating, and spending all of my money. I’m really stressed about my job and losing it because I really don’t want to move back with my parents if I can’t find another one. Everyone at work is a backstabber and my boss is really passive aggressive so I don’t know where I stand with him because he’s not very responsible himself. I’m looking for a disciplinarian relationship, nothing sexual, probably. Is there anyone who can help me?
I sighed at the ad. It was the content and also the premise as many young men have flaked on me about 85% of the time, most never respond to my first message, few make it to the first meeting, and even less return for more. But there was something about it, the fact that it was so well composed and he knew what he wanted. I clicked for a response:
Response: Hello Luke, I’m an experienced dom, not necessarily interested in a sexual relationship but open to it if things develop. I do set strict personal boundaries though and really I’m looking for a young man into being spanked or who wants to try it. I have had relationships with young men like yourself looking for a disciplinary relationship rather than a sexual one, gay and straight. I’d be willing to meet with you sometime, we could talk over what we’d each want out of it and how to proceed to bring about a mutual satisfaction. I’d be dedicated to helping you straighten up and improve yourself so that you can have a successful, independent future. If you’re interested reply back to start a conversation.
I sent the message on impulse. And for one brief moment I began to fantasize about the young man I contacted. I felt all of those emotions as if I were back on a dating app looking for a boyfriend: hope he’d say yes, anticipation with being someone new that I hadn’t spanked before, and dreading the real, probable fact that he’d ghost me. I bit my lip and turned off my phone as I looked to Eric who had a grin on his face.
“Well?” I asked.
“It’s him. I sent him a message and he replied already. I’m talking to him right now. He thinks you’re kind of cute but just wants a quickie in the alley.”
I rolled my eyes with mild amusement and motioned for him to leave me and do what he had to do. He sent back a message before getting up from the table and walking back towards the restrooms and ultimately the exit. I sighed and looked to the front door only to be surprised and pleased when I saw two of the people we’d been waiting for enter. Franklin and Dave, a gay couple we had known for years. There had never been anything sexual between us, though a few times we all did end up naked in their hot tub together after some drinks, but that was just a little bit of fun.
They made their way over to the table and sat. Franklin immediately began to complain about parking. Dave greeted me with his shy but insistent hello before listening to Franklin in that way of knowing what he’d say even before he said it. When he finished his rant Dave spoke up and asked where Eric was.
“He’s out back, uhm, attending to personal matters,” I said.
“That boy gets away with too much,” Franklin said. “I came here to eat not wait around and for his twink ass.”
“Will he be very long?” Dave asked.
“Depends on who is doing whom I guess, you know how Eric likes to drag these things out with someone,” I answered. “But we’re still waiting on Troy and Steve so...”
“Steve can’t make it,” Dave said, “I talked with him earlier when we were still at home and he said he’s a bit tied up at the moment.”
“What about Troy?” I asked.
“I didn’t talk to him. I texted but I didn’t get a response. You know how he likes to keep people waiting.”
“He’s always late,” Franklin said.
“He’s kept me waiting several times,” I said. “Once when we were supposed to go out to a concert he decided to hook up with some guy at a shoe store. I waited at this bar, got pretty drunk, I made him pay for the taxi to get me home afterwards.”
“That sounds like Troy,” Franklin said.
“Want to make bets on his excuse this time?” Dave asked.
I thought over the possibilities but Dave was quicker.
“I say five bucks that he met some guy last night and brings him to brunch,” Dave said. “And the guy barely speaks English.”
“He does have a thing for people who don’t make small talk,” Franklin said.
“Five says he lost his phone in someone’s car and slept in this morning,” I replied.
We sat for a moment and thought of more possibilities and were about to keep talking when Eric stepped out from the hallway and greeted everyone with a big, “hello” so we stopped and looked to him. He resumed his seat with a big smirk on his face.
“Well?” I asked.
“It was quick. He was nervous about it so I just gave him a hand job.”
“Eww,” Franklin said.
“Messy,” Dave said.
“I used his apron to wipe off my hand. He hated that part but I wasn’t about to lick it clean, besides if he’d sucked me off there wouldn’t be a need to clean up.”
“TMI,” Franklin said.
“At least he didn’t mess his pants or anything,” Dave said, “that happened to me once and-”
“Okay, enough sharing,” Franklin interjected, “let’s talk about something else.”
We all looked around at each other and were surprised and delighted when moments later we spotted Troy and some new trick peeking through the window to find us before entering. Troy pulled the young man by the wrist and pushed his way inside and shambled to our table.
“Hello,” I said to Troy’s new friend.
“Hi,” he replied with a small wave of his hand.
“Everyone this is Renaldo. Renaldo this is everyone.”
I looked to Dave and Franklin who looked back to me and we all started laughing. Troy was oblivious as usual and set out for the bar for drinks. We fell into conversation. Troy’s new friend didn’t say a thing and just looked uncomfortable and desperate to get out of there until he returned with two Bloody Mary drinks. He gave one to his friend then drank at his before sitting down and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“What were we discussing?” he asked.
“Never mind,” I replied.
“I think that’s the waiter over there,” he said.
I looked over to the waiter then to the picture. It could be, I thought, and agreed with a nod of my head before looking back to my own phone where I was searching through personal ads on a spanking app. I was determined to find someone, a man, and soon. Gay or straight didn’t matter as much as wanting to be spanked by another man. I had marked several as prospects when I came upon and ad that struck me to the heart.
Ad: My name is Luke, 24, recently moved out of my parents’ home after getting a job after college. I’ve been on my own for 6 months and have picked up some bad habits: binge drinking, anonymous hookups, poor eating, and spending all of my money. I’m really stressed about my job and losing it because I really don’t want to move back with my parents if I can’t find another one. Everyone at work is a backstabber and my boss is really passive aggressive so I don’t know where I stand with him because he’s not very responsible himself. I’m looking for a disciplinarian relationship, nothing sexual, probably. Is there anyone who can help me?
I sighed at the ad. It was the content and also the premise as many young men have flaked on me about 85% of the time, most never respond to my first message, few make it to the first meeting, and even less return for more. But there was something about it, the fact that it was so well composed and he knew what he wanted. I clicked for a response:
Response: Hello Luke, I’m an experienced dom, not necessarily interested in a sexual relationship but open to it if things develop. I do set strict personal boundaries though and really I’m looking for a young man into being spanked or who wants to try it. I have had relationships with young men like yourself looking for a disciplinary relationship rather than a sexual one, gay and straight. I’d be willing to meet with you sometime, we could talk over what we’d each want out of it and how to proceed to bring about a mutual satisfaction. I’d be dedicated to helping you straighten up and improve yourself so that you can have a successful, independent future. If you’re interested reply back to start a conversation.
I sent the message on impulse. And for one brief moment I began to fantasize about the young man I contacted. I felt all of those emotions as if I were back on a dating app looking for a boyfriend: hope he’d say yes, anticipation with being someone new that I hadn’t spanked before, and dreading the real, probable fact that he’d ghost me. I bit my lip and turned off my phone as I looked to Eric who had a grin on his face.
“Well?” I asked.
“It’s him. I sent him a message and he replied already. I’m talking to him right now. He thinks you’re kind of cute but just wants a quickie in the alley.”
I rolled my eyes with mild amusement and motioned for him to leave me and do what he had to do. He sent back a message before getting up from the table and walking back towards the restrooms and ultimately the exit. I sighed and looked to the front door only to be surprised and pleased when I saw two of the people we’d been waiting for enter. Franklin and Dave, a gay couple we had known for years. There had never been anything sexual between us, though a few times we all did end up naked in their hot tub together after some drinks, but that was just a little bit of fun.
They made their way over to the table and sat. Franklin immediately began to complain about parking. Dave greeted me with his shy but insistent hello before listening to Franklin in that way of knowing what he’d say even before he said it. When he finished his rant Dave spoke up and asked where Eric was.
“He’s out back, uhm, attending to personal matters,” I said.
“That boy gets away with too much,” Franklin said. “I came here to eat not wait around and for his twink ass.”
“Will he be very long?” Dave asked.
“Depends on who is doing whom I guess, you know how Eric likes to drag these things out with someone,” I answered. “But we’re still waiting on Troy and Steve so...”
“Steve can’t make it,” Dave said, “I talked with him earlier when we were still at home and he said he’s a bit tied up at the moment.”
“What about Troy?” I asked.
“I didn’t talk to him. I texted but I didn’t get a response. You know how he likes to keep people waiting.”
“He’s always late,” Franklin said.
“He’s kept me waiting several times,” I said. “Once when we were supposed to go out to a concert he decided to hook up with some guy at a shoe store. I waited at this bar, got pretty drunk, I made him pay for the taxi to get me home afterwards.”
“That sounds like Troy,” Franklin said.
“Want to make bets on his excuse this time?” Dave asked.
I thought over the possibilities but Dave was quicker.
“I say five bucks that he met some guy last night and brings him to brunch,” Dave said. “And the guy barely speaks English.”
“He does have a thing for people who don’t make small talk,” Franklin said.
“Five says he lost his phone in someone’s car and slept in this morning,” I replied.
We sat for a moment and thought of more possibilities and were about to keep talking when Eric stepped out from the hallway and greeted everyone with a big, “hello” so we stopped and looked to him. He resumed his seat with a big smirk on his face.
“Well?” I asked.
“It was quick. He was nervous about it so I just gave him a hand job.”
“Eww,” Franklin said.
“Messy,” Dave said.
“I used his apron to wipe off my hand. He hated that part but I wasn’t about to lick it clean, besides if he’d sucked me off there wouldn’t be a need to clean up.”
“TMI,” Franklin said.
“At least he didn’t mess his pants or anything,” Dave said, “that happened to me once and-”
“Okay, enough sharing,” Franklin interjected, “let’s talk about something else.”
We all looked around at each other and were surprised and delighted when moments later we spotted Troy and some new trick peeking through the window to find us before entering. Troy pulled the young man by the wrist and pushed his way inside and shambled to our table.
“Hello,” I said to Troy’s new friend.
“Hi,” he replied with a small wave of his hand.
“Everyone this is Renaldo. Renaldo this is everyone.”
I looked to Dave and Franklin who looked back to me and we all started laughing. Troy was oblivious as usual and set out for the bar for drinks. We fell into conversation. Troy’s new friend didn’t say a thing and just looked uncomfortable and desperate to get out of there until he returned with two Bloody Mary drinks. He gave one to his friend then drank at his before sitting down and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“What were we discussing?” he asked.
“Never mind,” I replied.
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