Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 00:16:46 -0300 From: Marcus Graham Subject: The Kinky Drummer - Part 1 Hello guys! Haven't been writing lately but trying to get back into the swing of things! Let me know what you think about this at eastcoasterotica@gmail.com. I love to hear from you all, it makes writing these worth it. As always, if you're not old enough to be reading this or are offended by depictions of kinky sex between consenting adults, please leave now! And the sex in this story isn't safe because it's fiction, but always play safe in real life! His arms were a blur of motion behind the drum kit as he completed his final fill for the song. He flicked his head back afterwards to try and get his sweaty hair unstuck from his forehead. "How was that one Terry?" He asked me from the recording booth, taking his headphones off. "To me, it was fantastic. I'm not sure how you'll feel about it." I laughed. "Want to hear it back?" "Yeah if you don't mind." He said, putting the phones back on. For a kid his age, he sure had a good ear for music. And was quite the perfectionist. I played him back the track and tried not to stare as he closed his eyes and tapped his foot to the beat. He was quite handsome, tall and lanky, well over 6 feet tall. He kept his brown hair long, down past his shoulders (perfectly in style when you're the drummer in a metal band). He had a thin chinstrap beard which framed his jawline, but his most striking feature were his bright green eyes. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black muscle shirt (that at one time must have been a t-shirt he cropped himself) emblazoned with some illegible metal band name and a picture of a snowy forest. His name was Brian, and I'd heard his band playing a few months ago at one of the local bars. They had caught my ear (and my eye, they were all handsome young men) and after the show I had offered to record them (at a much lower rate than usual). I was pretty well known in the local music scene, and they had jumped at the chance. A few years back I had inherited quite a bit of money from my grandfather and decided to leave my job as an accountant and pursue my dream of making music. While I hadn't become a world famous rock star yet, I had set up a fantastic home studio in my basement, which made me enough money to live rather comfortably. "I think that was good." He said, breaking my reverie. "You liked that one?" "I'm not a hundred percent on it myself, but I know nobody else would even notice the missed bit in one of the fills." He laughed. "Well we can make it one hundred percent if you want Brian." He looked up at the clock on the wall. "Well, my time is almost up." "Psh, don't worry about it Brian. We'll make it the best we can." "I don't really have any more money on me." He said sheepishly. "When I said don't worry, I meant don't worry about the money or the time." I smiled. "Trust me Brian, you guys are fantastic. I'll take the time if I have to." "Are you sure?" He asked, concerned. That was another thing I liked about them, they were good kids. I'd had a lot of douchebags come through here, but these guys were genuine, and they accepted my suggestions most times. "Of course." "Well, thanks." He said, blushing a little. "Weird question." "Go for it." "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" I blinked a few times. "Not at all, does that help?" "Yeah usually when I'm practicing at home or playing a show I have it off." "You had a shirt on when I saw you guys playing." "Yeah that bar wouldn't let us for some reason. Stupidest thing I ever heard but whatever." He said, pulling the black shirt over his head. I held my breath as his torso finally came into view. It was thin and toned like his arms, a hairless chest with small pink nipples. A small trail of hair went down his stomach into... a pair of satin boxers! Wow. Black with red metallic lip prints on them. Not quite what I was expecting. He had a silver chain around his neck with a small pendant on it, and a leather bracelet around his right wrist. "Better?" I asked. "Much." He laughed, taking a drink from his bottle of water. Much better from my view too. "Ready?" I asked once his water was back on the floor. "Yeah, let's give it another shot." We spent another hour until Brian was totally satisfied with it. I was so into the song I almost forgot about the handsome, half-dressed boy across the basement from me. He drained the last of his water and picked up his discarded shirt to wipe the sheen of sweat from his brow and chest. Never thought I'd be jealous of a shirt. "God I'm ready to pass out." He laughed, coming out of the recording booth, shirt in hand. "You did a great job." "Thanks." He said, smiling. "It's good to know somebody appreciates it." "Does someone not?" "Oh, my parents. Forget I said anything." He seemed embarrassed. "Mine used to say the same thing. They were so happy when I gave up the music degree and moved into finance instead. Want some advice from an elder?" "You're not that much older than me." He laughed. "Flattery will get you everywhere young man, but I'm old enough to be your father. And then some." I smirked. "My advice is to keep on with this. You don't want to end up like I did, almost fifty and dreading going back to that stupid office every day." "You're doing what you love now though." "And now I'm into my fifties." I chuckled. "Really? I had you pegged as early forties." He said, sitting down on the couch behind me. I swirled my chair around to face him. "More flattery?" I laughed. "Truth." He said, his face innocent. I didn't think I looked that young, I was in decent shape for my age but had a bit of a beer gut, my hair was receding a little and starting to go gray, same with my beard. "Well thank you Brian. You can have another free hour sometime for the compliments." We both laughed at that one. "To be honest I was thinking of taking music when I get to university. I'm still not sure if I want to go that route or not. I've got years of piano and guitar under my belt but no formal training." "You play piano too?" "Yeah, I've been debating working some into our songs here and there. Synthy keyboards and straight up piano. The guys seem cool with it but it's hard to play drums and piano at the same time at practice. And I don't have the equipment at home to mess around myself." "Well you could always come here and do it." "Oh sorry, I wasn't trying to suggest that." He said, holding up his hands. "Why not?" I laughed. "I've got the equipment and could maybe even help you with a thing or two. I played keyboards in a few bands before." "Well, the minimum wage job kind of holds me back. Not that I don't appreciate the offer." "Well I'm sure we could figure something out." Naughty thoughts ran through my head but I held them back. "I've had some ideas rolling around in my head for an album I want to do. It's mostly straight up singer-songwriter stuff. Bit of folk, bit of rock, some blues, nothing overly complicated. I was originally going to use a drum machine for the drums, but if you'd be up for it..." "I would love to!" He exclaimed. "I'm always looking for new stuff to try out. And something straight forward would be a nice change after what I'm used to." "So how about for every hour you help me out with that I'll give you a free hour of messing around time?" "And any extra time I need for the band." "That's just free time, don't worry about that Brian." "No I insist, you're running a business here. My mom is a small business owner, I know how your time is your money." "Very honorable of you Brian. I have no choice but to accept. Shake on it?" "Deal." He extended his hand, and we shook. "Well, it's getting a little late and I'm starving. Do you want to grab a drink and some supper?" I asked. "I've got beer and burgers upstairs." "Well, I don't know. I should probably get home." He looked up at the clock. "A beer?" I suggested. "You do live a few blocks away, you're not driving or anything." "Maybe one or two." He smiled. "I'm finally getting to see what's behind that door." He meant the one leading up to my actual house. "Stairs, nothing exciting." I joked as I opened it. He followed me, and I was pleased to see he had left his shirt downstairs on the couch. I gave him a quick tour of the downstairs while the burgers were cooking. The living room he loved because of my vinyl collection and record player (he said he might spend a few of his free hours up here listening to records, I said those would be unbilled time). The kitchen he loved because of the liquor cabinet. The dining room he loved because of the solid wood furniture. He was pretty amazed at the whole thing. Soon we were sitting down to eat dinner (with our second beers) and we stared to talk about the album I wanted to work on. "I've got probably 8 or 9 songs right now that are ready to be fleshed out. I'm happy with the lyrics and have arrangements in my head, but they're currently just me strumming chords and singing." "Do you have any demos or anything?" "No, but I should get some done up just so you can hear them and maybe think on some beats." "How much creative control do I have with the drums?" "Well, nothing prog-metal like your band, but I'm pretty easy." The beers were loosening my tongue a little apparently. I smirked to myself at the double entendre. "Me too." He grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Do you need me for other instruments or anything?" "I've got a pretty good handle on the guitars, bass and keyboards. But I'm sure if there's something you want to do we can arrange it." "Excellent, I'd love to contribute what I can." "Can I hear some of the songs once we get the dishes cleared up?" "Brian, first off you're a guest, second I have a dishwasher." He blushed again, so cute. "Sorry, I just try to help out where I can." "Not a problem, really. But yes, let's grab another beer and head to the living room, I'll play you a song or two." "Wow Terry, those are amazing." His mouth was wide open as I put my guitar back in its stand. "Thanks Brian." "What were the names?" "I don't have a name for the first one yet, the second one is called `Night Sky'." "I've got some wheels turning in my head already." "What are you thinking?" "The first one you played should stay acoustic. I think at least. Maybe a soft bit of drums, some bass for the last half in the background, but mainly just you and the guitar." "I was thinking the same thing." Really, I was. It was kind of eerie. "The second one I'm thinking it starts out with just piano, but the chorus comes in with a full band, not heavy but thick. And stays that way until the end, where we do a reprise of the last chorus with just the piano again." "Wow, your wheels really were turning." I was pretty impressed. "Give me a few more minutes and I'll probably have more, I'll have to process a bit." "Well I have to hit the bathroom, so you'll have a minute or two." I stood up to head down to the bathroom. My head was conflicted, Brian was pretty good at what he did musically, so much so that I sometimes forgot that he was shirtless, gorgeous and wearing some rather sexy underwear. The ache in my stomach (and sometimes in my crotch) kept me coming back to that though. As I pissed, I thought of a few more naughty things to say to him when I got back. When I got back I got another shock. He was strumming my guitar (I didn't care, that wasn't the shock) but he was playing the chords for Night Sky, and softly singing some harmony vocals to himself. His eyes were closed as he concentrated. I stood in the doorway and watched as he ran through the chorus time and time again, trying out different harmonies and melodies. Eventually he say back and opened his eyes. "Oh shit Terry!" He exclaimed. "I didn't hear you come back, how long have you been there?" "About five minutes now Brian. That was amazing!" "What?" "You heard me play a song once, and you memorized the chords and are already trying to come up with harmonies. Up until now I didn't even know you sang." He blushed, god I loved making him blush. "Well, I don't have a good voice for metal." "That's fine, we aren't playing metal." I sat back down across from him. "How about you sing some backup on the album?" "You mean it?" "Damn right I do!" "If you'd like, sure thing." "I insist. Oh, and one more condition I want to add to our agreement." I said. "Oh?" "No shirt on while you record drums." I grinned at him. He burst out laughing at that one. "I'll agree on one condition." "What's that?" He leaned in towards me. "You have to take yours off while you sing." "Oh nobody needs to see that Brian." I waved my hand. "Give yourself more credit Terry, there are plenty of people out there who would think you're very handsome." I did get a lot of attention on hook up sites and apps, but it was tough to find people who shared my interest in kink. "I'll take your word for it." "But yes, I'll leave the shirt on the couch while we're recording." "Does it help with piano and guitar too?" "Never tried it, we'll have to see." He strummed a few chords and started singing something. It was beautiful, a song about secret love, having your heart broken and trying to move on. When he was done, it was my turn to stare at him with my mouth open. "Is that something you wrote?" I asked. "Yeah, I usually play it on piano but guitar works too." "That was beautiful Brian." A small blush crept into his cheeks. "Thanks, I don't usually sing for people. I think the beers helped with that one." "I want to record that." "Right now?" "No, but sometime. Maybe even put it on the album." "Whoa, I don't want to interfere with your plan." "Not interfering at all. If we change it to a collaboration, even better!" "That might work." He said sheepishly. "It will work Brian. Geez, you don't seem old enough to have gone through something like that." "Oh it was a pretty nasty breakup that inspired that one." "What caused it? If you don't mind my asking." "His wife." He blurted out, then went pale. "What?" "I mean... uh..." He stammered a bit. "His wife?" "Yeah... I guess that secret is out of the bag now." He looked nervous. "Oh that doesn't bother me Brian. But this sounds like quite the story." "You mean that?" "Of course I mean it, it's not the 1950's anymore. Gay people are everywhere. They play drums, they run for office, they're cops, they run recording studios..." I trailed off, and saw recognition dawn in his eye. "You mean, you're gay too?" "Queer as a three dollar bill." I laughed. "I had no idea!" He exclaimed. "I tend not to announce it to clients because I'm never sure how it's going to be taken." "I hear you there." "So... guy with wife?" "Oh. Well, he was a closet case as you can probably guess. Local politician, very closeted." "Politician? Who?" "I could tell you, but he's still in the closet." "Okay, fine, I'll give up on that for now." "Well, things started off fine. We met online and hooked up a couple of times at a hotel downtown." "Did you know he was married?" "Yeah, I'd seen him campaigning with his wife on TV before, and he told me straight up. I didn't mind because I thought he was gorgeous and we were into the same kind of stuff." Stuff? What sort of stuff, I wondered. "After a few weeks he invited me back to his place because the wife was out of town. We spent the whole weekend together, not just in bed, but just hanging out watching TV, playing music together, going out for dinner." "And you hit it off?" "Amazingly. Soon he was showering me with gifts. New clothes, new cell phone, new this, new that. He would pick me up in his fancy car, we'd get dressed up and go to a nice restaurant, then head back to his place or a hotel for some wild times. I'm a poor student remember, getting clothes and dinners was great." "But things went bad?" "Well, he kept telling me how he loved me and how he wanted to leave his wife but couldn't until after the next election. I ate it up and thought we really had something. So the next time we went out for dinner on the way home he was trying to get me to do stuff on the drive and I told him I wasn't really feeling horny that day, would he mind if we just hung out? He said it was fine." "When we got back to his place he was pawing and groping at me again. I kept telling him no, I wasn't feeling it. Next thing I know he slaps me across the face and tells me that I'm his whore and I had damn well better do what I'm told." He laughed ruefully. "I guess I was the entire time, but I had sort of blinded myself to it." "Jesus Christ Brian." "I know. I felt like such an idiot, I was just standing there holding my cheek and looking at him yelling. And he had called me a whore plenty of times before, but in more of a sexual way, you know." He stopped and blushed again. "Don't worry Brian, it's the beer." I laughed. "I can't believe I told you that. Anyway, he told me I had better get to work sucking his cock or I was never going to see him again." He stopped for a swig of beer. "So I punched him in the face." I thought I was going to hurt myself I was laughing so hard. "Bet he didn't see that coming." "No." Brian laughed along. "I told him that if he ever talked to me again I would have his name in the papers faster than he could blink. I knew the layout of his house, I knew where the birthmark on his thigh was, I knew where is wife's lingerie collection was, since I'd worn half of it-" He stopped himself again. "Wow!" So the kid was into some kink! Lingerie, being called a whore. The ache in my crotch was turning into a dull throb. "I really can't believe I said that. I'm so sorry Terry." "You don't be gay for as long as I have been and not encounter some kink Brian, don't worry." "At any rate I threatened to ruin him and went to leave. He was sitting on the ground holding his face and told me that there was five hundred dollars in his wallet, I should take that and forget about the whole thing." "Wow, that's disgusting." "The really sad part? I was tempted to take it. Five hundred bucks is five hundred bucks. In the end my common sense prevailed. I left his money, I left him and haven't talked to him since." "So wait a second, how long ago was this?" "Last summer." "So I know you didn't want to say who it was, but last summer there was a city councilman with a black eye in the news..." I trailed off. I knew from the blush I had guessed it. "Well, I won't say any names but yeah..." "He said he got hit with a golf club or something?" I laughed. "Yeah and all the gossip magazines suggested his wife caught him with a younger woman and socked him. Closer to the truth than they realized I guess." "That's hilarious. Probably wasn't for you at the time but looking back..." "Yeah it's pretty funny now. I guess at the time I was just swept up in the romance and sex. He really did make me feel special, I thought it was because he really cared for me but it was just for sex in the end." He sighed. "Well, that was pretty heavy." "Yeah, need another drink?" "Yes please. And maybe some air." He said, standing up. "Mind if I join you? We can go out on the back deck." "Not at all." I showed him out through the kitchen (grabbing us both another beer) to the back deck. "Oh seriously?" He said, looking across the deck at my hot tub. "Yeah, I didn't mention that?" I grinned. "Can I trade hours as a session drummer for hours in that?" He laughed. "I'll let you have those for free, don't worry." "You're a damn good guy Terry." "Thanks Brian, you're a damn good kid." Brian sat on the bench that ran around the deck while I stood beside him. "You say I'm a good kid after hearing about my kinky affair with a married man?" "Hey, even good kids have a kinky streak." I grinned. "So I guess that leather collar you were wearing the first week wasn't just for the heavy metal look?" He blushed again. "Caught me there." "Did your uh.. married friend get you that?" "Not that one, but he did get me a bunch of stuff. I should have thrown it out but leather is so expensive." He said sheepishly. "They were gifts, keep them. And leather is expensive." "You have some?" He looked up at me. I sat down beside him. "I have quite a bit Brian." "Wow." He said quietly. "You didn't strike me as the type." "Well I wouldn't have pegged you for the lingerie wearing submissive type either." "Well he was a big fan of silk and satin type stuff." "Looks like you are too." I said, gesturing towards his exposed boxers. "Yeah." He chuckled. "I sort of inherited that." "It's a very hot fetish to have." I decided to take a chance here. "Trust me." I pulled up my shirt a little and pulled the waistband of my boxers up out of my jeans, they were grey silk with a black paisley pattern on them. "Oh wow, those are hot." He said under his breath. "Thanks Brian." "They look like real silk. Can I feel them?" He asked, looking at me. "Only if I can feel yours too." I said, holding up my shirt again. He reached over and pinched the waistband between his fingers, and let out a soft sigh. "Those are great. I haven't had a pair that nice in a while." "You didn't get to keep any from your friend?" "We left most of them at his place." "Those ones are pretty nice though." I said, boldly reaching over and rubbing the top of them. "Hard to tell with those jeans on though." We made eye contact. I could tell there were a million thoughts running through his mind. He didn't say anything, he just stood up and undid his belt. I smiled as his baggy jeans slid down over his silky boxers, hitting the deck as his cock sprung up in them. I reached up and cupped the tented satin, making him groan with pleasure. "They feel even better now." I said, massaging his crotch. His cock was impressive, probably seven inches or so. His boxers slid back and forth over it, and I could feel a wet spot forming at the tip of his dick. "Feels better to me too." He laughed nervously. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his slim waist, pulling him close to me. He gasped as he felt my stiff cock pressing up through my pants against his. I didn't give him time to react, I dove in towards his face and pressed my lips to his. He squirmed with delight as my tongue slipped past his lips, wrestling with his tongue inside of his mouth. My hands slid down his bare back, cupping his muscular ass through the hot satin. I thanked god none of the neighbors could see my back deck. His arms moved up under the back of my shirt, and he moaned as I slid my tongue deeper down his throat. I pushed him backwards, up against the glass door leading back inside. I took his wrists, pinning them up above his head. I pulled my tongue from his mouth, licking up his cheek to his ear, making him shudder and groan. I slid it down to his neck, tickling the side of his neck, tasting the sweat from his drumming earlier. He exhaled slowly as I traced my tongue down to his nipple, licking and nibbling at the hard pink flesh. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, and he squirmed harder, gasping with each bite on his nipple. I moved back to his mouth, driving my tongue in between his lips again, savouring the taste of his young mouth. "Why don't we head inside son?" I whispered in his ear. "I can show you that leather collection we were talking about earlier." "I would love that daddy." He whispered urgently. "I can tell." I said, giving his hard cock another squeeze. His boxers were past damp now, they were wet. They'd even left a small spot on my pants from grinding against me. I didn't mind. I slid the glass doors open, taking him by the hand and leading him inside. He wiped his hair back off of his forehead, it was pretty sexy. "Come on upstairs son." I said, putting my hand on his back and leading him up the stairs. Of course, by the time we were at the top it was fondling his ass again. I couldn't help it, it was a gorgeous ass. It had been hard to tell under those baggy jeans but the slinky satin showed off every curve. I showed him into my bedroom, where he stood nervously in the middle of the room, looking around. The room was pretty dark, there were no streetlights outside the window, and the only illumination we had was from the hallway light behind me. "Everything okay boy?" "Just a little overwhelmed." He said sheepishly, taking his necklace and bracelet off. "No need to worry boy." I pulled him close again, nibbling on his earlobe. He gasped as my hands moved down underneath of his boxers now, groping at his bare ass. The cheeks were smooth, just as I'd imagined. "How far can I go boy?" "As far as you want sir." He said without hesitation. "I always use a safe word and gesture, in case you somehow end up gagged." I chuckled under my breath. "Give me them Sir, but I'm pretty sure I won't use them." I told him what to do, my hand still groping his ass. "I know you have a kinky streak a mile long now boy, let's see how far we can take this." I took my free hand and twisted his nipple, he winced and doubled over slightly, but straightened back up in a hurry. I guided him over towards my dresser, and opened up the top drawer. I reached inside and watched his eyes widen as I pulled out a leather collar and leash. "Understand what this represents boy?" "Yes daddy." He said, his hands behind his back, his cock standing up proudly in his boxers. "I put this on you, you're my boy." "I'm already your boy Sir." He smiled at me. I reached up and fastened the collar around his neck, making sure to not catch his hair in it. I reached back into the drawer, grabbing a pair of leather cuffs. "Hands behind your back son." I ordered him. He complied quickly, and I fastened the cuffs onto his wrists then secured them together. I peeled my shirt up over my head, his eyes drinking in my hairy torso. "Wow." He said under his breath. "You like so far boy?" "Yes sir!" He said eagerly, still eyeing my chest. I undid my belt, and his eyes flew down to my pants. I grinned as I undid the belt, then unzipped my pants. He actually licked his lips as I unbuttoned my pants, exposing the boxers he'd been feeling up earlier. My cock was just as hard as his was, tenting up the silk. My cock was around 8 inches, and thick, it was tightly packed into the boxers. "Oh my god." He whispered as I grabbed at it through my boxers. "Keep drooling over that daddy cock boy, you'll be swallowing it soon enough." "I can't wait sir." He said with longing. "One last piece..." I reached into the drawer, taking out a leather blindfold. It seemed like a shame to cover up such gorgeous eyes, but I wanted to give him the full experience. He held his head up high as I covered up his vision, letting out a long breath once the blindfold was secure. I reached over with both hands, quickly twisting both nipples at once. He hissed and doubled over, but again straightened up quickly, my hands still pawing at his sensitive nipples. "Come on boy." I growled. "I know you can take more than that." I said, giving his nipples another twist. He bit his lip but didn't double over this time, his body shuddered with each twist though. I let go of them, circling around behind him. He stood there as I took a few minutes to just admire his body. I reared back and gave his ass a hard spank, making him yelp. Just one though, to keep him on his toes. "Come here boy." I said, grabbing the leash and leading him over to the edge of the bed. "On your knees." He obeyed, kneeling in front of my bed. I sat down in front of him, taking his head and bringing it down to my tented boxers. "Sniff them boy, no mouth yet." He moaned as if wounded, but brought his face up to my crotch and sniffed. "You can rub your face on it boy, I know how you live for daddy cock." "I need it bad daddy." He moaned. I grabbed a handful of his hair, grinding my crotch against his face. He moaned, his body shaking with desire. "Beg for it boy." I grunted. "Beg for it like the bitch you are." "Please daddy, feed me your cock." He said, his lips rubbing against it. "I need to feel that beautiful cock down my throat." "Come on faggot, I don't believe you yet." "Stuff that cock down my throat daddy. I want to be your little cocksucking whore." I loved hearing the filth spill from his mouth. And after that I was more than happy to oblige. I undid the button that was barely holding my cock inside my boxers, and it shot out, hitting Brian's cheek and leaving a trail of precum from my foreskin on his cheek. He let out a noise halfway between a moan and a whimper as I guided my cock to his lips. "Swallow that fucker boy, take it all." He surprised me by taking almost all of it at once, then managing to get it all down his throat. I looked down to see his blindfolded face buried in my crotch, pubes sticking out from the fly of my boxers tickling his nose. I pulled on his hair hard and started to guide his rhythm, his head bobbing up and down on my cock slowly at first, then faster, then wildly. He kept up with it all like a pro. He gasped for air a few times, but kept on sucking. His tongue swirled up and down my shaft and inside of my foreskin. It was a fantastic blowjob, I couldn't help but wonder how much better it would be if he could use his hands. From the sounds of his moaning (and the ever present tent in his shorts) he seemed to be loving it, especially when I would bury my cock deep into his throat and leave it there. I grabbed his arm and stood him up, ordering him to lay down on the bed. He laid down on his back with head leaning back over the mattress, exactly where I wanted him. His mouth was already open, spit and precum glistening around his lips. "Ready to get your throat properly fucked boy?" "Uh huh sir." He said breathlessly. I lined my cock up with his open mouth, rubbing it over his lips. "Please sir!" He begged as I teased him. "Shove that cock down in my mouth!" "Yeah, beg for it faggot." I growled. "I need my mouth fucked daddy." He cooed. "Oh yeah?" "Rough." "How rough boy?" "Fucking grab my head and rape my throat." He demanded. "Whatever you say son." I stopped rubbing my dick on his lips, and shoved it into his throat. He almost screamed, the noise muffled by my cock, but within seconds his tongue was back to work. He was grunting and groaning again with each thrust, his cock standing straight up in his shorts. Even in the dim light from the hallway I could see they were soaked now. I bucked my hips frantically, watching my cock slide in and out of his mouth. The only sounds were the slick wetness of cock and mouth, and my groans. "Daddy loves fucking your dirty faggot mouth boy." I grunted. "Only you know exactly how to please daddy." He moaned appreciatively. I reached over and grabbed a hold of his wet boxers, feeling his cock throb inside of them. His back arched as I stroked him through the satin. "Feels like you're enjoying this just as much as I am boy." I said, reaching inside of his boxers and feeling his bare cock for the first time. His pubes were trimmed down, and god it was wet in there. "Uncut, just like your daddy." I chuckled as I slipped my finger inside of his foreskin. His moans reached a higher pitch as I slid it around his engorged head. I stopped playing with him, and pulled my cock free of his mouth. He took great gulping breaths of air. I tucked my cock back inside my boxers. "Thank you sir." He panted. I bent down and kissed him again, savouring the taste of my cock in his mouth. I reached down and tweaked his nipples a bit as our tongues wrestled. I got up again, moving him so he was laying normally on the bed. "Just a moment son. Daddy has something he needs to grab." I went back over to the drawer, and grabbed an extra set of restraints, which I attached to the posts on my bed. I reached underneath of him and unfastened his arm cuffs, quickly attaching them to the bed posts. He tentatively moved his arms, and realized his new situation. A smile broke out on his face. "Comfortable son?" I asked, rubbing his still tented boxers. "Yes daddy." He whimpered. "I'm so horny though. I can't wait to cum." "If daddy lets you cum." I said, giving his cock a hard squeeze. "Yes sir!" I reached up the leg of his boxers and played with his balls a bit. They were a decent size, and a little hairy. "Feels like you've got a nice fucking load in them though son." "You have that effect on me daddy." I traced a finger down through his crack. He made a noise of pure lust as my fingers parted his crack and found his hole. My fingers, already damp from being inside of his boxers, slid inside of him easily. He whimpered as my two fingers slowly probed up inside of him. I moved to lay down beside him, leaving my fingers inside. "Tight cunt you have there boy." I hissed in his ear. "I'm sure it won't be once that monster cock of yours is done with me daddy." "I don't even know if you'll be able to take it." "Don't worry, make me take it." He said passionately. "Mmm. Very good answer boy." I said, kissing him again. I used my free hand to wipe the sweaty hair that was plastered to his forehead away. My fingers left his ass and moved back up to his cock, which I pulled free of the leg of his boxers. It was a beautiful cock. Covered in precum, my hand slid up and down it easily. Enough foreskin to cover the head completely even when he was hard. Exactly like his daddy. "Oh daddy." He whispered as I stroked him. "I might cum soon." "Daddy had better stop then." I chuckled, tucking his cock back inside. "Daddy doesn't want you blowing your load yet." "Yes sir." He said, not a hint of disappointment in his voice. I moved down between his legs, putting them up in the air and holding them there. I rubbed his ass cheeks before giving them a few quick spanks. Followed by a few harder spanks. "Like it when daddy beats your ass?" "Yes sir!" He said enthusiastically, arching his back to give me a better angle at his backside. I loved the feel of my hand slapping against the warm satin. I spent a few more minutes spanking him before finally pulling his shorts down and off, gazing at his mostly nude form. His ass cheeks were pink from the spanking I'd given him, and his crotch was glistening with precum. The rest of his body had a thin sheen of sweat on it. "These boxers are soaked son." I said, rubbing them on his chest, leaving a trail of precum. I put his legs up over my shoulders. "I'm ready for you daddy." He said, panting again. "I think you've been ready for a while." I said, rubbing his ass. My thumb stroked his hole as I reached over to the bedside table for some lube. I got a bit on my fingers and worked it into his hole, his legs twitching and breath catching with each movement. "Please daddy..." He begged in a quiet voice as I pulled my cock back out and lubed myself up. "Soon enough boy." I grinned, putting his legs up over my shoulders again. I leaned over him, putting his ass up in the air, his knees practically touching his shoulders. I leaned down further and kissed him voraciously, sliding my cock inside of him at the same time. This time he did scream. "Oh my god." I groaned, feeling his tight sphincter envelop my shaft. "Oh! Oh!" He cried as I buried it to my balls. "Holy fuck daddy." His arms flailed uselessly against the restraints as his tiny hole stretched to accommodate my rod. "Oh my god!" He cried out as I got the last inch inside, making my cock throb to fill him up completely. "Kiss me daddy!" He practically shouted. I had no choice but to oblige as I started to thrust my hips. "Uh! Oh! Fuck!" He grunted with each stab, when my mouth wasn't covering his of course. "Daddy! Fucking tear my hole apart! Yes!" He moaned into my ear, our sweaty bodies pressing together. "Yeah take it you faggot. Take it like the little fucking cunt you are." "I'm your cunt daddy. Do whatever you want to me." He implored. "Oh fuck!" I roared, thrusting even harder into his hole. I lost myself in the frenzy, soon we weren't even talking, just making noises of animalistic pleasure as I took what I needed from his body. I'm still not sure how much time passed, but I soon felt a massive explosion building up in my balls. "You ready for daddy's cum?" I whispered, my sweaty forehead pressed against his. "Oh god yes." He panted. "Where?" "All over me daddy." He begged. "My face, my chest, fuck!" "You've got it baby." I withdrew myself from his hole, his body shuddering as I left him. I jerked my cock for a few more seconds, looking down at the incredible scene below me. The bound boy, his arms secured to my bed, his body covered in sweat and precum, his cock which hadn't gone soft since I'd been groping him on my porch some time ago. White flashed before my eyes, and I let out a guttural yell. "Yes daddy! Fuck! Oh my god!" Was all I heard as my cock exploded. The first shot sailed clean past him, splattering against the pillows behind his head. The next one caught him square in the face, dripping down his nose and into his mouth. The next one landed in his mouth and chin. I was still screaming as the next shot ripped from my cock, landing on his chest and stomach. Finally I squeezed out the few last drops on his hairy balls, and collapsed next to him, my lips desperately seeking his. "Daddy..." He moaned before I kissed him, my jizz smearing between our mouths, shoving some of it inside of his waiting mouth with my tongue. He sucked my tongue clean, then licked all around his mouth to try and get more. I took my fingers and gathered some from his cheek and nose, feeding it to him. He slurped and licked my fingers clean, then begged for more. I fed him most of the cum that had splattered on his body, then started to lick his neck again. He yelped and jumped, the restraints shaking the bed. "Sensitive son?" I asked with a laugh. "My neck is very sensitive daddy." He whispered, twitching with each stroke of my tongue. I moved over so I was between his legs again, my arms wrapped around his waist. "Daddy is going to do something special for you son." I said, reaching up and removing the blindfold. He blinked furiously, trying to adjust to the light, even though it was still dim. "Daddy doesn't do this for every boy, just his special ones." "Thank you daddy." He said. "It's great to see you again." "That's not the present." I smirked. "What is?" He asked. "This." I said, engulfing his cock in my mouth. If I thought he had screamed loud when I fucked him, this was a whole new level. "Oh daddy! Fuck! Oh Jesus! FUCK!" I was giving him the best blowjob I could. One hand was gripping his shaft while the other one played with his balls. I had his foreskin pulled down over his head, making sure he was getting the most pleasure out of my lips, tongue and occasionally teeth. It wasn't long before I felt his body tensing up. "I'm going to cum daddy!" He cried. I didn't stop. I moved one hand from his balls to his still slick hole, and started to finger fuck him. His moaning and screaming stopped, and he was silent. His cock exploded into my mouth, huge spurts of delicious boy jizz. I groaned with delight and sucked harder, sucking shot after shot out of his balls. My fingers were still inside of him, stroking his insides as I drained him. I could feel his hole squeeze on them with every shot. "Oh my god." He panted over and over again, his head lolling to the side. "That was an amazing present daddy." He could barely breathe from the sounds of things. "It's not over yet." I said, still rolling my tongue lazily around his cock head. "What?" He looked down, trying to focus. I pulled my boxers down and off, and put them over his head, the damp crotch over his nose and mouth. "How's that baby?" I asked, rubbing them over his face. "Amazing." He said quietly. "Good, it's time for you to cum again." "What?" He asked, panicked. I went back down to his cock, which was still totally hard, and put it back in my mouth, sucking even harder than before. He was completely silent this time, aside from panting and weak whimpers. I knew I'd broken him totally, he was my boy now. It wasn't long again before I felt the familiar tightening of his body. "Daddy.." He croaked weakly, and his legs started to twitch. I slipped my fingers back inside of his hole for load number two, but didn't let it go in my mouth. When I felt him starting to cum I pulled back, jerking it out of him with my hand. For a second load, it had some distance. The first shot actually his the boxers that were over his face, much to my delight. The next shot was weaker, landing on his stomach. The restraints on his wrist were stretched tight as his arms desperately tried to claw out for something to grab onto. The last remnants of his load trickled out of his cock, and his body flopped down onto the mattress. I pulled the boxers from his head and wiped his chest and stomach off with them, tossing them onto the ground. He was still panting, his eyes closed. I reached over and freed his wrists, taking the cuffs off of him. Before I could get to the collar, his arms were around my chest, and his head was on my shoulder. "Thank you sir." He whispered. "That was amazing." "I'm glad you liked it boy." I whispered back, running my fingers through his hair. The last boy I'd had here didn't like to cuddle at all, ten seconds after he shot his load he'd be in the shower. Looks like I didn't have to worry about that with Brian. "I hope I pleased you sir." "You did, oh my god did you ever." I laughed. "And this might be forward of me, but I really hope you'll have me back to do it again." That time I burst out laughing. "I'll have you over every night if we can do that." "Sounds like a plan sir." He chuckled, looking up at me. "In all seriousness Terry, that was great." "It was Brian, it was." I leaned down to kiss him again, this time taking it slow. His tongue worked its way into my mouth that time, not that I minded. Soon we were just lying there, his head on my chest, my arms holding him close to me. After probably twenty minutes of holding him in my arms, I felt him stirring. "I should probably get going, it's almost two am." He said, yawning. "What? I thought it was like eleven, didn't we come upstairs at nine?" I asked. "We did, we were just busy for a few hours." He leaned on his elbow and winked at me. God it was sexy. "Time flies when you're having fun." "Do you want to grab a shower before you go?" I asked. "Only if you join me." He winked again. "How can I refuse?" I laughed, following his nude ass to the bathroom. We got into the shower, and I had every intention of keeping it (mostly) platonic. The second the water came on though, Brian grabbed my washcloth and the soap. "Let me daddy." He said, lathering up the cloth. He rubbed it slowly over my chest, his eyes transfixed to my body. He slowly rubbed the cloth over my torso, over my shoulders, arms and then my stomach. I turned around and let him get my back. "You're so handsome daddy." He said as I turned around. He sank down to his knees. "Thank you for letting me do this, it's a big fantasy of mine?" "Cleaning up your daddy?" "Sort of." He ran the cloth up my legs, starting with my feet and working his way up. Jesus, he was hard again! "I love the idea of serving you every way. Cleaning you, cooking for you, giving you massages when you want, and..." The warm, soapy cloth finally touched my cock. "Taking care of whatever else you would like." "You want to be my servant and sex slave?" I asked. "Yes sir. Complete subservience." He worked the cloth down around my balls, soaping up my crack. His gaze was almost worshipful as he rinsed off the cloth, and started to rinse the soap from me. "That can be arranged son." "I hope so daddy." He said, standing up again so he could clean my upper body off. His body was soaked, his hair slicked back from his face now. "You know, we do have another recording session booked tomorrow night..." "That's right." I smiled as he cleaned the last of the soap off of me. "Maybe you can stay afterwards to work on my project?" "I'm not sure if you mean actually work on it, or just let you tie me up and have your way with me. Either way it's a yes." He blushed. "Clean yourself up son, I want to watch." I said, leaning back against the warm tiles. "Yes sir." He was agonizingly slow about it, putting on a great show. Soon his entire body was covered in suds, his cock standing proudly up against the stream of water. "Think you could cum again boy?" I asked. "With daddy here watching me? Of course." His hand slid down his soapy stomach and grabbed his cock. "What if daddy helped?" I asked, coming towards him. "I wouldn't complain." He said, then cried out as I spun him around, shoving him up against the wall of the shower. His ass stuck out into the stream, washing away the lube and sweat. "Then daddy will help." I said, kneeling down behind him. "Jack it baby." "Yes sir!" He said enthusiastically as my hands spread his cheeks apart. I was inches from his tight pink hole, the orifice that had given me so much pleasure earlier. Now it was my turn. Without warning, I dove in, my tongue probing at his hole. "Holy fuck!" He yelled, his body wracked with convulsions. "Keep jerking faggot!" I barked, before diving in again. I started to tongue fuck his hole, working my way in and out. Sometimes I helped with a finger or two, other times it was all tongue. "Oh my god daddy!" He was practically sobbing with pleasure. "Please, don't stop!" "Daddy won't stop boy, he loves eating out your boy pussy." I traced my tongue up and down his crack, making him twitch every time my tongue flicked out over his cunt. "It's going to blow soon daddy!" He said. "Good." I spun him around again, he almost fell over but leaned back against the wall. I was already at the right height to dive onto his cock, so I buried it in my throat. "Oh Jesus fuck!" His voice rose an octave or two. "I'm going to fucking blow!" His cum was heavenly, not as big of a load as he had shot before, but enough to satisfy me. His hands were on my head as I gently sucked the last few drops from his swollen prick. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He was repeating over and over again, doubled over, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Anytime son." I stood up, straightening him up and kissed him again. His tongue shot out, cleaning up the last bits of his jizz from my mouth. "Does daddy want to cum again?" He asked, his hands stroking my dick. "No, daddy is going to save it up for his boy tonight." I nibbled on his earlobe, squeals of delight pealing forth from him. I turned the shower off, taking one last look at him in the steamy stall. He grabbed the towels I had gotten for us. "Please, let me." He smiled. "Of course." He dried me off in the same ritualistic way he'd cleaned me in the shower, a beatific smile on his face. He guided my arms and legs to where wanted, making sure I was totally dry before he even tried to towel himself off. "Thank you son." I said when he was done. "That is pretty erotic." "I would love to do it beforehand sometime." He said as he ran a towel through his hair. "How about before AND after?" I suggested. "Damn, you want me to cum again tonight?" He winked. Soon enough he was looking for clothes to put on. "Another request son." I said, picking his boxers up off of the floor. "Yes?" "Let's trade. You let me keep these, and you can have the ones I was wearing." "Why do you want those cheap things?" He asked, a little embarrassed. "It's not about an equal trade son." I laughed. "It's about a memento, to remember our first night together." "In that case, yes, you can sir." I handed him mine, which were still damp from the cum we'd shot into them. "Want to wear them home?" "No sir, I'm going to stash them somewhere safe so whenever I want to remember I can take them out and reminisce." "Want something else to wear home?" "No, I'll free ball it for now." He grinned. We went through the house, gathering up his clothes as we went. "I'll see you later on tonight daddy." He said, leaning in for a kiss. We spent a good minute or two in each other's arms, slowly kissing in the studio. "See you soon son." I said, finally breaking the kiss. He opened the door, turned back to wave, and then was gone. Wow, what a night that had been! And lord only knows what was waiting for me tomorrow. I went back to my room, threw on an old pair of sweat pants and fell into bed. I was asleep within seconds.