Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2024 21:02:13 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: Drew's adventures in submission - installment 2 Mario was the owner of the bar where Drew was sitting, eating fries, and drinking a beer. He was about 45, short, somewhat stocky, and hairy. One of his longer-term tricks (Brandon: he had been with Mario for a month), had joked that Mario needed to shave at least twice a day, and needed a lawn mower for his chest. He wasn't far off. All the hair, and a pair of thick, black frame glasses gave Mario a very unique look: one that made it hard to find long term relationships -- and that was fine with him. He liked short relationships with no strings attached, where he could be in charge. He had two things going for him: his "endowment" was generous. At 7 cut, thick inches, he could please most bottoms. If they weren't pleased with his sexual prowess, his fiscal largesse did the trick. "Ruffles" -- the bar where Clarence worked -- was one of at least a dozen properties he owned over about a 150-mile radius. To the money makers of the big cities, and guys like Vick, he was a small-timer. Out here, however, he was a financial king. His sexual habits were well known, but people who disapproved looked away as he donated to schools, church drives, and sponsored a local baseball team. Clarence wasn't stupid: he knew that Mario preferred jock types like Drew to the blond twinks he usually took home after a business trip. He'd get his fill of "shawn," or "quinn" or whomever, and then if Gary or some other trucker were passing through town, he'd send the young men on their way, usually with a couple hundred dollars and a sore ass. "That boy might never sit comfortably again after Mario sees him," Clarence thought. Then, he shrugged his shoulders: Mario paid a "finders fee" to folks who found him a hot guy. He went to the phone. "Yeah, Clarence?" Mario answered. "I'm on the road, driving to that bar, Starburst. What's up?" "Boss, any way you can get over here? Someone walked in today, courtesy of Gary, sitting here right now. I think he's up your alley." Mario snorted "Well, I haven't had a good piece of ass in about a week, so maybe I'll get up HIS alley. How long you think he'll stick around?" Clarence laughed. "He's not going anywhere fast. Drifting, I think. It's here or the deluxe accommodations of the Horn Dog Motel." Mario smiled in his car. "See if you can keep him occupied. I can be there in half an hour." Drew was finishing up his food. He asked Clarence if he could use the john to wash up. Clarence pointed to the door and, as he walked by, the handful of men who were in the bar stopped talking. Drew had on a pair of tight, faded jeans that favored what he knew was a very fine ass. Playing shortstop and his time in the gym had given him an amazing set of glutes, and he loved to tease guys in whom he had no interest. He did that now, by "accidentally" dropping his phone (which needed charging), and then fake fumbling to pick it up after he bent over. Drew was experienced enough to hear the two guys suck in their breaths and the one guy who muttered "HOT DAMN." He smiled as he headed to the men's room. He thought "If I were selling, there's three customers." He stopped smiling when he thought "And if I don't figure something out soon, I may need to change my mind about not giving it up." He washed his face, did the best he could with his teeth and then, just because, he opened a second button on his pearl snap shirt. "Give `em something else to fantasize about." He shoved his hands in his pockets and strutted back to his seat. "I guess I'd best be heading out, Clarence. You've been most kind." Clarence looked up and smiled. "Sure you won't stick around? Keep me company?" Drew smiled. "Well, I would, but you're getting busy and -- geez, you work the place yourself?" "Bartender, fry cook, janitor, jack of all trades. I had an assistant but one day, he packed up and left. Happens around here a lot." Drew laughed. "Well, it can't be you." Clarence knew it wasn't. Mario usually got tired of whomever was working there and sent him on his way. They had been short staffed a few weeks now. Mario walked in the door. Drew's back was turned to him, so he didn't see Mario put his finger to his lips as he looked at Clarence and walked toward the bar. "I like what I see from the back," he thought. The seat next to Drew was still open, and he came over, and sat down. "Hey, stranger, mind if I join you here?" He looked at Clarence who shook his head and went to get Mario's usual." "Free country, Sir. And it looks like you've got seniority. I just got there this afternoon." "I thought you looked unfamiliar. I'm Mario" he held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Drew." After they shook hands, Mario asked "So Drew, what brings you to this corner of paradise." Drew sighed. "Oh, really not much. I hitched a ride from a trucker, and he let me off here. Said it was the most hospitable place around." Mario smiled. "You rode with Gary." Drew's eyeballs arched. "Yeah! How'd you know?" "It's Wednesday. That's the day he comes through town, on his way to his battle axe of a wife. " Drew laughed. "Yeah, he didn't make her sound too good." Mario had stopped talking and he was looking over Drew. Drew felt like he was being appraised, which he was. "Can I ask you what you do in town, Mario?" Mario spread out his arms. "This little gemstone is mine, Drew. This is my bar. Not much but, it does the job." He talked a little bit more about what he did: the other bars he owned, and the other properties, and told Drew that he tried to get back here because his home was in this town. Drew was pretty good at holding a man's eye, but he eventually gave up and broke the stare with Mario. "I win," Mario laughed. "You were staring at me? I THOUGHT so," Drew laughed. "Like what you see?" "Very much. So...." He stretched a hand out and put it on Drew's thigh. "You rode with Gary. I guess I know how you paid your fare." Drew wasn't shy. "Yup. Not the best I've had, not the worst. Nice guy too. Didn't wanna slap me around or anything. DID wanna take me home but..." "You'd go running in an hour. The rumors about Wanda are true." He sighed. "So, Drew, you planning on the motel tonight?" "Yup. I don't have the back of Gary's truck to sack out in anymore." "What about after that?" Drew shrugged his shoulders. "I really don't know, Sir. I mean, it sounds like this isn't the best place to look for work, not that I know how to do anything fancy except play baseball." Sometimes Drew's mind worked slowly and that was the case after Mario dropped his hand on his leg. But now, as he felt Mario's fingers gently rubbing back and forth, he lowered his voice. "If you have a better idea, I'm listening." "It's always the same way," Mario thought. "They should make it an official dance." "I do have a better idea. A couple of them. First, sounds like you're used to paying for what you need with alternate forms of currency. I like that in a man." Drew gulped. "You can stay with me, Drew, but I'd need some...compensation." "Like what, Sir?" Drew answered. (To an outsider, it was interesting to see how they both thought they had hooked the other guy). "Well, a little oral is fine for a start, but, bottom line is, my house is real nice and, I don't fancy anything more than a hot ass that knows how to take a cock." He smiled. "Want me to show you to the hotel?" Drew flexed, put his hands behind his head. "Nope. Still listening." "You can stay with me as long as you like, just as long as you remember how you need to pay your rent." Drew folded his arms. "Well, let's talk about that. How much you want, and when you want to get paid?" Now Mario laughed. "Well, well, well, Drew, I don't know where you learned to negotiate, but...it's true, you've got something I want, but I've done without it before. So let me be clear about the terms: when and how much? As much as I want and whenever I want it." Now, Mario's voice dropped. "When you think about it, Drew, if you need to hitch rides from truckers, you really don't have much to negotiate with. It's a fine ass but, you know, there are fine asses to be had out there." Drew nodded. He wasn't wildly attracted to Mario, but he had a swagger and a sense of confidence that he found somewhat alluring. Vick had it too. "I think I could agree to that. If you helped me find a real job because, if I can be honest Mario, I don't want to be turning tricks for you or anyone else to earn my keep." "Nah, I got something in mind, Drew. You've been here more than an hour, so you've heard Clarence's rant about how he's overworked and how he needs an assistant." "Well, yeah he did but, I don't know anything about tending bar." Clarence heard that and laughed. So did Mario. It was Clarence who asked, "Have you seen anyone order anything but beer or a shot, Drewski?" Drew thought for a minute. "I can't say I have." Clarence continued: "when Wanda makes her monthly trip here, she gets a vodka stinger. Vilest drink in the world, but she thinks it makes her REAL sophisticated. That's her bottle of crème de menthe on the corner. No one else has ever wanted it, and no one ever will. But it don't matter because I'll need you for other things." He smiled when he saw Drew's face. "Sweeping, bussing, the whole nine yards. Maybe entertaining customers the way you just did when you went to the john." Drew blushed. "You were watching?" "It was irresistible. I think you made everyone in the room thirstier than he thought he was." Mario sat back. "Is that right? You did a little flirting and..." Clarence told him what had happened. Drew smiled like a cat that had eaten the canary. "You're a manipulator, Drew. A studly manipulator. I like that, but I just want you to know, right now: you're not the first I've met. I'll figure out your games, and I'll deal with them as I need to. So...up to you..." and he dropped his voice. "Butt boy. " Drew wet his lips. The truckers usually weren't interested in butt sex, and he hadn't had cock inside his ass since he ran away. He craved it. He looked at Mario. "Let's go, bossman." That's when Mario noticed the baseball pendant. "That's elegant work. Someone give that to you?" Drew's face darkened. "Yes, Sir. The someone I'm trying to get away from." Mario laughed. "Well, that may be a really stupid move on your part, Drew, but that's what we have to work with. So, grab your bag, let's go." "Yes, Sir." Drew answered, realizing that this was the first time he had gone home with someone in years. "I'm gonna ask for one thing from you, Drew. No, I'm gonna give you your first order. That pendant. You can wear it whenever you want except when I take you to bed. That marks you as belonging to another man. I don't want that reminder." "I understand, Sir." Every time Drew had sucked a trucker on this trip, he had taken it off. Except with Gary. There was something about Gary that let him know that Gary understood the situation, and he didn't need to take it off. There was a part of Vick he missed deeply. "Let's go. I want to collect my security deposit." Mario put his hand on Drew's shoulder. "My car's outside. Get your bag." Drew reached down and took it. As Mario squeezed his shoulder, he realized how horny he was. It took about twenty minutes to get to Mario's house. He opened the door and led Drew in. He looked around. It wasn't the palace where he had lived with Vick, but it certainly had signs of money. "Put the bag down." Mario's voice had darkened. It had a sound of authority. Drew's cock sprang to attention. "On my knees, Sir?" he asked, and Mario laughed. "Through that room. On your back. Security is two months rent." Drew saw the look in Mario's eyes. He knew when a DOM meant business. He almost whispered "Yes Sir," and moved to the bedroom. "Shall I undress, Sir?" "Nah. I'll take care of that. At my pace." Drew got on his back. He saw that Mario had wrist restraints at the corners of the bed, and also a set attached to the frame. Drew took a chance and slipped his wrists through the side restraints. Mario was stripping, and he stopped to smile. "You WERE well-trained, Drew. Let me just tighten them." Drew saw Mario's dick: shorter than Vick's but much thicker. He felt Mario adjusting the straps and he could smell his musky aroma as he leaned over Drew. "So... let's unwrap the package." Mario lay down alongside of Drew and ran a finger around each pocket on Drew's shirt before closing his fingers on the nipples. Drew closed his eyes and moaned. He felt Mario's tongue begin to flicker back and forth in his ear. "A fucking sub jock delivered right to my door. I have to buy a lottery ticket. " He opened the first of the snaps on Drew's shirt, and then stopped to run his finger around Drew's lips. "I'll test these out later. For now , though...." He stopped for a minute. "I forgot. Lift your head." Drew hesitated. "Sir, if you release my one wrist, I'll..." Mario covered his mouth with one hand. "You heard me boy. Lift your head. Drew looked frantic but he did what he was told. Mario gently removed the baseball pendant and put it at the side. "When my orders aren't followed, there's punishment. And there will be, Drew. But first..." He opened the remaining snaps on Drew's shirt. When it fell open, he ran his hand over his captive's chest. "I like the hair. You grow it back after you started running?" Drew blushed. "Yes, Sir. I was always kept smooth, and I hated it." "Well, I think you can keep the chest hair for now, but these jungle pits?" He stared at Drew's arms. "We'll have to clear them out. Makes it MUCH easier to inflict punishment if they're...smooth." He gritted his teeth, and he dug his fingers into Drew's pits. "You ticklish, Drewski?" Drew lasted about ten seconds before he started laughing. He laughed hard. "Yes Sir. Yes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. OH GOD I HAVEN'T BEEN TICKLED IN...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." "You ticklish anywhere else, Drew?" His fingers dug in deeper. "YES. YES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA." Mario smiled. "Good! We'll have a game of find the spot later. For now, let's find out about these tits. "OH SHIT" Drew mumbled before Mario began nibbling. He could feel the hairy man's fuzz rubbing on his body, and he felt his knee push into his crotch. "I wanna FUCK you, Drew. HARD." Drew didn't get to answer: he felt Mario's mouth cover his, and his tongue thrust down his throat. While Mario frenched him, Drew felt his fingers go to his jeans and open the top button. "Kick off your shoes, stud" Mario ordered. "mmmsir" answered Drew. When Mario heard them fall off on the floor, he got up and started pulling Drew's jeans off. "Tight. Just the way I like them. " He laughed when he saw that Drew was wearing a basic athletic supporter. "Once a jock, always a jock. I should cut that off. Make a good gag for some more games." He hooked his finger to the side of the jock and began pulling it off. Drew let out a gasp as his dick was released. It pointed up in the air. "Look at that. Someone wants to get plugged as much as I want to plug him." Mario grinned as he pushed a thumb on Drew's hole. "You want it, boy? You want a hard cock in your?" Drew wanted to play back but he was desperate. He needed to be filled. Badly. "Yes, Sir, please. PLEASE fill me. PLEASE FUCK MY JOCK ASS." Mario said nothing, but he smiled, bent Drew's legs at the knees and spat into his hand. He rubbed it all over his cock and then began easing into Drew. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH. SIR. I'm not used to something that thick." It was true but Drew also knew what to say. "Get used to it, bottom. I may need this ass every single day." He pushed and Drew closed his eyes. He was out of practice but... it felt so good. And Mario knew what he was doing. His fingers ran up and down Drew's torso, and discovered the boy had ticklish ribs too. "You my boy, drew?" "Yes, Sir. Yes. OH GOD TAKE MY ASS SIR. PLEASE." Mario began thrusting. He had fucked a rent boy a few days ago who wasn't half as hot as Drew was, and he couldn't believe what he had underneath him. That thought got him harder, and he pushed in deeper, provoking moans from Drew. "I'll make it last longer in the future, shorty, but for now...." Mario pressed down on drew's wrists and shot a big load into him. Drew smiled. He liked pleasing men, and he could tell he had done his job here. His own cock stood up in the air. He knew it wasn't his place to ask. He tried not to smile when he felt Mario's hands around his shaft. "Someone needs relief. I think subs need relief every now and then, don't you, shorty?" Drew tried to answer but he was moaning. Mario let go. "I COULD edge you all night, stud. "I do, Sir. I do. But... the DOM decides. ALWAYS." "He IS well trained. If I ever meet the guy who trained him...." He went back to work and soon, Drew let out a load that proved he hadn't shot in well over a week. "We'll get cleaned up boy. Showering together. I may need to play with that ass some more. " He did. In the shower, he frenched Drew some more while he put one, then two fingers up Drew's ass. He thought to himself. "This is gonna be fun while it lasts." He knew that Drew's Master was probably looking for him, and he'd find him eventually. "Drew's not too bright," he thought. "There's a tracker in that baseball. The baseball he won't get rid of." Mario drove Drew to the bar the next day. They had slept in because the bar didn't open until the afternoon, and Mario took his time exploring Drew's body. The man was ticklish all over: his balls, his feet, the back of his knees. He found out that no one had ever tickled Drew in some of those places. He told Drew "Tonight I collect the rest of your rent. Make sure you brush your teeth and, heh heh... those pits are gonna get cleaned REAL good. Maybe your bush, too." Drew answered "Yes, Sir" meekly. Vick kept him shaved and he hated it, but he didn't have anything to say about it. "Hey, Clarence!" Mario called out when they got into the bar. Clarence came out from the back. He smiled. "Hey, Drew! Ready to start working?" Mario interrupted. "Not yet. He's not in uniform. Get him one of the T-shirts. What size do you wear, Drew?" "A medium, Sir." Mario grinned. "Get him a small. We may even go to extra small. " "This way, Drew," Clarence led Drew into the back. As he struggled into the T-shirt, he remarked on how uncomfortable it was. Clarence nodded. "It'll be worth it, Drew. Trust me. A boy like you, in a shirt that tight. You'll make more in tips than you can imagine. Hey, here's a tip from me: if a table looks like they may be generous, drop something. Then struggle to pick it up. Let them see that ass. Good way to maximize things." Drew laughed. "I never had to worry about things like this," and Clarence shook his head. "It's time, boy. Service is service, wherever you go." Clarence was right. Drew made about 150 bucks in tips that night. Word had gotten out that there was a new "hottie" serving drinks and cleaning the place, and they were busy from the time they opened to closing. "FUCK. I'm more exhausted than after a double header," Drew joked. Clarence laughed. "Well, you've got tomorrow off, and you'd better get your energy back because...I have NEVER seen the horns on Mario the way I see them now. I don't know what you did to him but..." "Someone speaking my name?" Mario came in, using his key. "You look even sexier when you're sweaty, Drew." He hadn't been told to do so, but Drew pushed out his chest as he put his hands behind his back. "Hi, Sir." Mario grinned. "Not in front of Clarence, but... you're giving me ideas, sub boy. I think we may be up late." When they got back to Mario's he ordered Drew to slip out of his clothes. "I ordered denim shorts for you to wear at the bar today. The jeans are hot but shorts... and I can get to your knees." Drew gulped. He remembered how shocked he was when Mario tickled them the night before, but he also threw wood at the thought of it happening again. "So...." Mario came up to drew, pulled his wrists behind his back, and kissed him. "You ready to suck some cock?" Drew whispered: "Yes, Sir. " He began to take off the pendant, but Mario stopped him. "No. Leave it on. I wanna imagine your old DOM is taking you from behind while I fuck your face." "He's not my old DOM," Drew thought, and a quick thought went through his head: "why did I run away? Is he looking for me?" He felt Mario's hand on the top of his head. "On your knees, boy. Open my zipper." "Yes, Sir." As soon as he did, Mario's cock popped out and Drew got to work. He tongued Mario's cockhead and slipped the very tip of his tongue into the piss slit. When he heard Mario moan, he began to go down on his shaft. "FUCK YEAH" Mario exclaimed. He shoved Drew's head forward. Drew pushed back playfully, but then sword swallowed Mario's whole cock. He knew...this brought off 95% of the guys he had sucked. Mario was no exception. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" he screamed, and Drew felt the hot waves of jizz slipping down his throat. "Of course you swallow. You're well trained, boy." "Thank you, Sir," was Drew's reply. Mario tasted different than Vick did. He remembered that taste. "Get ready for bed, stud. You get the day off tomorrow and you've got housework to do. Idle hands are the devil's plaything."