Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 18:03:03 EDT
From: LIRAVENSMC@aol.com
Subject: Delivering Andy

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction.  If you are
offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man
relations or power and surrender scenes, please exit this page.  If you
are under age please exit this story now.

Delivering Andy

Copyright 1999 by M Conley.  All rights reserved.

	One of the nice times of being a business owner is after the day ends 
and you close up shop for the day knowing you did a good job. You kept 
yourself and your employees in work, your clients satisfied and the sheriff 
from the door. Of course some of that requires you to stay later than the 
rest to make sure the packages are picked up for delivery. It's usually not 
that bad since I can set up the next days schedule while I'm waiting and do 
some private surfing on better equipped computers than I have at home. Pages 
download a lot faster on a T-3 connection than on my 56K in my bedroom. 

	So on one of these type Tuesdays, I'm sitting waiting for the Fed Ex 
driver to get there so I can head home and work on this hardon rising in my 
slacks. I was surfing through some hot sites which wasn't helping matters. I 
was getting off on the picts of leather and bondage that where popping up on 
the screen. I was felling myself up through my slacks enjoying the fullness 
of my dick. The story that went with the photos had me glued to the screen. I 
couldn't wait to get home and go to town on my painfully stiff cock. May hand 
was working my dick and I could feel a wet spot forming from my manipulations.

	Like a cold splash of reality, the phone rings giving me a start and 
snapping me back to reality. I pick up the phone and it's the Fed Ex office 
to tell me that the driver is delayed and if he would be able to pick the up 
after 7 PM. It was just a bit before 6:30 and I said it would be fine. I 
figured I could finish the story I had started before he got here. It usually 
meant 7:15 so I had plenty of time. I hung up and rolled back to my desk and 
back to the scene on my monitor. I quickly had my pleasant hardon back and 
was engrossed in the story once more. I could feel the cooling and growing 
wet spot on my slacks and began to get self conscious about the visible stain 
that was forming. I decided that it would be better and more fun to give it 
some air while I was waiting.  I leaned back in my chair and opened my fly. I 
reached in and gave my dick a squeeze as I moved it around and out of the 
confines of my pants. I gave it a good looking over and smiled to myself that 
it was a more than ample piece of flesh even if it wasn't a monster. "More 
than a mouthful" but not porn star dimension. I gave it a real good squeeze 
and brought a shiny drop of goo to the tip. I scooped it onto my finger and 
marvelled as it trailed from fingertip to piss-slit.

	I brought my precious fluid to my lips and licked it off as I gazed 
at the shot on the monitor envisioning myself in the hot scene. It was a 
bound slave, hands tied to ankle behind him in a kneeling position. His 
master was unloading a huge load (as they always seem to be in these 
pictures) across his face and open mouth. I started working my cock letting 
my own juice lube my tube with each stroke. The story had the slave begging 
for his Masters load and thanking him for the gift he was being showered 
with. I'd have switched places with him in a sec. The Master was hot and had 
a cock that would have felt nice in my throat. I hadn't had any lock the 
previous weekend and was in sore need of a hard dick. `Give me it Sir.', 
`Feed me your gift.' the story displayed. I was wrapped in it and a little 
myopic as a result.

	"Nice.  Do your employees get to do that on their lunch break?"

	"What?!" was all I could think as I heard the voice from behind me. I 
tried to stuff my hard dick back into my pants as I spun around to see who it 
was.  I didn't get to finish as a hand grabbed for my cock and as the other 
pushed me back into my chair. I found I was seated with my enraged red cock 
poking out of my pants staring at Paul,  our usual blue clad courier, who had 
caught me in a very compromising position.  I looked for the clock thinking I 
had maybe gotten so engrossed in the monitor I had wasted a lot of time. No. 
The clock on the wall read 6:36. What was he doing here so soon? And why had 
he just come in without ringing? This didn't make sense and I'm sure the 
confusion showed on my face.

	"What the hell? Get off..." I barked. I was quickly answered with a 
hard squeeze on my cock and a smack across my face. 

	"You don't really want that do you?" he said in a sly and menacing 
tone.

	I sucked air as he gave another mean squeeze to my already painful 
hardon which hadn't had the chance to reduce. I looked into his brown eyes 
and found myself draw in to his gaze like a deer in his headlights. I had 
probably watched him come and go hundreds of times and had never noticed him 
like I did at that moment. He look powerful. I could sense the power that he 
exuded. Why hadn't I noticed it before? He had short, almost crew cut length, 
dark hair which marched a neatly trimmed mustache,  a square jaw under his 
thin lips. He had a chisel nose that stood prominently on his handsome face. 
All together a handsome and hypnotic combination. His firm grim on my cock 
gave me even more reason to pause. It was warm and steady and I knew it could 
exert a good amount of pressure. For the moment he held all the cards, so to 
speak.

	"Finally caught you alone." he said in a tone that was honey and salt 
at the same time.

	"What do you think you're doing Paul?" I said.

	"What I've been thinking of doing since I figured out you've been 
checking me out," he hissed.

	It was true. I had notice he was good looking and probably lingered 
too long when he wore his summer uniform of shorts and polo ship supplied by 
Fed Ex. I'm not a fawning fag by any measure but do appreciate a nice body.  
Paul stood about 6 feet. He had thick legs which sported a moderate amount of 
hair, hinting of more under his shirt. He had a tattoo on his calf of a 
marine bulldog.  He had mentioned he was once in the service. His broad chest 
filled out the shirt nicely and a little tuft of hair peaked out from the 
collar. Overall a solid package which could fill a boat load of fantasies.

	While keeping his grip on my dick, he started pawing my chest and 
searching out my nipples. He was rubbing my chest hard testing its form. It 
felt nice I had to admit and was keeping my cock hard and dripping. Then he 
found my right nipple and quickly gave a sharp twist to it. I moaned aloud 
unable to help myself. He smiled wickedly knowing he had me where he wanted. 
My cock pulsed in his hand and drooled over his fist.

	"P-Paul, you gotta stop this...  You're gonna start something...", I 
trailed off ad he again simultaneously twisted my nipple, harder than before, 
and stroked over my engorged cockhead.

	"I know what I want and you're the one who's gonna pot out for me.", 
he snapped, "And Paul's not my name to you." With that he gave me another 
sharp slap across my face. I'm sure my cheek was red from the sting I felt.

	"No way" I protested.

	Another smack a bit harder than the last landed on my hot face. Then 
he viciously squeezed my cock to make me rethink my last remark. I realized 
that he was serious and that it was getting me hot.

	"Come again?" he pressed.

	"I... understand," I said.

	"You understand WHAT Andy?!" he barked.

	"I understand, sir," I relented.

	"Very good, you are a smart guy after all," he cooed while gripping 
my face in his strong hand.  "I waited to set this up for months.  Ever since 
I saw that sticker on the back of your Bronco. You are a good looking guy and 
that got me thinking about how I'd like to see you swing on my cock," he 
continued while still working my cock and chest.

	"I didn't quite know which side you played on so I took the 
initiative. It was fun gauging your reactions when I came in each time. I 
like the fact that you are a man and not a queen. I don't go for queenie 
types. You're solid and know where you are in life. That's a good trait. 
Right now I know you want to be kneeling in front of me waiting for my 
instructions. Aren't you?" he pushed.

	"Y-yes Sir," I snapped breathlessly.

	"Then do it!" he said.

	He released my aching cock and stepped back. I slid off the chair and 
on to my knees before him, hands at my sides. My pants slipped down and my 
cock bobbed straight out in front of me from under my shirt. I looked up and 
got the full view of him over me and my head swam. I couldn't believe this 
was happening. He looked as confident and powerful as he sounded. My mouth 
watered and I felt my dick drool.

	"Very good," he said while grabbing my jaw and turning it up toward 
him. 

	"I can tell how much your into this. We're going to get on just 
fine," he said.

	Paul brought his foot up under my balls and juggled them on top of 
his shoe. It sent a wave of pleasure/pain through me and I moaned as my balls 
bounced. I was totally into this for real fantasy I couldn't stop myself even 
if I had wanted to. He was pushing all the right buttons and I wanted him to 
do more to me.

	"I called in from outside when I saw your car here alone," he said 
and started to grope himself. His crotch was getting fuller as he spoke. 
"That gives me some time to wait for you to relax and get in here quietly. 
You made the rest easy by having that on the screen. Let me know that you 
wanted it like that and I am gonna give you it." with that last sneer, he 
pushed into my nuts hard and I crumbled forward gasping.

	"Put hour hands behind your back, wrists crossed," he said in that 
malevolent tone that let me know he meant it. He began circling around behind 
me.

	I complied cautiously. He grabbed my wrists and pulled up on them 
forcing me to bend back down. I then felt and heard the packing tape begin 
binding my wrists tightly together. He had taken it of the table by the 
phone. It was the type with the fibers in it and with the amount he was 
using, I wasn't going to be able to get out it anytime soon. He then grabbed 
my hair and brought me back up pulling my head against his crotch. He forced 
my head to roll across his hardness. I wanted to turn around and mash my face 
into it and suck it through his shorts. I couldn't hide the fact any longer 
at how turned on I was getting.

	"You want this don't you Andy? You need me to use you like the pig 
you've always wished you could be?" he hissed. "Don't you!"

	"Yes, Sir. I need it it Sir." I meekly replied.

	"What was that?" he barked back.

	"Yes, Sir! I need you to use me, Sir!" I yelled back.

	He reached around from behind me grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled. 
The buttons gave way with out much resistance. He pulled it back roughly over 
my shoulders and down as far as it would go. he walked around and stood in 
front of me. He glared down with a wicked smile on his face, taking in his 
handiwork.

	I must have been quite a pathetic site, from my perspective at least. 
A grown man forced to his knees and restrained and half stripped while his 
engorged cock sticks straight out in front of him. It dripped steadily and 
there was a pool forming on the floor under the head.

	"You're gonna stay like that until I get back. Do you understand me 
pup?" he said.

	"Yes Sir!" I barked back.

	"You'll stay in that position until I come back and well finish off 
you first lesson as my newest pup," he commanded. He turned and left without 
and ceremony. 

	I stayed there almost unable to move from the shock of what had 
transpired. I looked down at my dick and wanted to pump off the load that was 
yearning to be loosed. I could get out of the tape with a bit of work and 
grab hold of my cock and pump my juice out. I needed to release it. I looked 
up and saw it was 7:10. It made my cock twitch thinking of how quickly he had 
broken me down and made me want to be his "pup".

	After about 5 minutes I was about to get up and stretch my legs. No 
sooner did I think this then the door opened. Who could it be and how could I 
explain my current condition. My eyes widened in panic. In strode Paul 
quickly but confidently.

	"Good pup. You know how to stay put for your master." he said. "Can't 
go back to the shop without your package." He quickly ran though the 
paperwork and entered the info hand held computer wand.

	"I'll be back soon enough. Don't disappoint me pup." he says as he 
steps before me. He reaches down and gives my slightly softened cock a mean 
but firm squeeze which sent more of my juice over his hand. 

	"Hey, clean that off now!" he snapped at me and presented me his hand.

	"Yes Sir." I answered and eagerly suck on his hand trying to get my 
ooze off. It was even saltier with the addition of his dried sweat and I 
couldn't have gotten enough of it. After cleaning most of the juice that was 
there, he dried his hand in my hair then turned and left again.

	I looked down again at my enraged phallus and the clear drops at its 
head. I saw the pool and had to have more of it. I belt my face to it and 
lapped up my sweet drool and cleaned the floor of it. I was a bit less tasty 
without Paul's favoring. I decided that I would wait for him no matter what 
common sense told me. I wanted more of his treatment. I needed it. I needed 
him.

Continued?

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