Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 07:05:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Jake K <sublawyer1965@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Real Me Part 4 (MM BD WS)

This is a work of fiction. It involves sex between two men, including some
non-consensual acts. If such would offend you, or if reading such is
illegal for you due to location or age, please do not continue.

Please note this is a fantasy -- the characters engage in unsafe sex
practices but in the real world, always use a condom, and make sure in very
rough scenes you establish a "safe word" to stop the game. Always always
make sure both partners are being responsible, and enjoying the scene. All
comments to sublawyer1965@yahoo.com

*****

Scott was looking at the room, and grinning. I had spent a small fortune on
the room, making it into what I thought would be my dream play area -- I
just never thought I would be the one being used in it. It was a 16 x 20
foot room (what the realtor had called the bonus room over the garage),
giving enough room for most scenes. One corner had a tiled shower area,
with a slightly angled floor, so the water all flowed to the corner
drain. It was painted flat black, and had track lighting around the whole
perimeter, which could be angled as needed, and shut down in segments, so
the room could be bathed in light or plunged into spot-lit darkness. The
floor was covered in a rubberized surface, for easy clean up after play,
using a hose attachment for the shower -- unspool the hose and go to the
other corner, then start washing it down, using the water pressure to move
standing water towards the drain. It all led to a special spout that rained
down on the garden below. From the outside the windows looked like the
drapes were just closed, but on the inside, they were boarded over, to keep
out any light.

I had collected a fair number of toys and utensils, and had them organized
along one wall. There were paddles, hoods, dildos, chains, handcuffs, leg
restraints, leather bindings, cock cages, balloon restraints, riding
crops... Okay, I admit, I had gone to great lengths to have a full
collection of toys -- I figured if I was going to work the job I had, I
would spend the money to keep myself amused, right?

I also had a small wardrobe with all my leather gear I collected over the
years in it: pants, gloves, vests, bands, shirts, collars -- everything I
or my boys needed to wear except my boots. I took great care to keep them
in proper condition, a step a lot of leather guys seemed to skip. Using and
abusing a boy uses and abuses leather a lot, and it needed to be kept up.

The furniture (yeah, right, go to Rooms to Go and ask for most of THESE, I
dare you) in the room were a restraint table, a St Andrews Cross, a couple
of stools (one high, one very short), and a cage in the corner opposite the
shower area.

He walked over to the table, and felt it, padded and covered in leather,
and saw it was totally adjustable -- a boy could be angled almost any way
that was desired, and there were reinforced holes in enough places to allow
for restraints as needed. The table frame was steel, solid, so it could
take hard use without worrying about breaking. He looked at me and
smiled. "This will be useful soon, and I think you are going to be begging
to come back to it, boy."

As I whimpered at him (I was still to nervous to speak, so I fell into the
role of a human-pup even further), he walked to the middle of the room
again and stood. "Get over here and strip me, boy." I crawled to him, and
looked up at him, unsure how to undress him while on all fours. He looked
at me and laughed, patting me on the head. "You may stand to take my
clothes off, boy -- you will go back to being my dog when we are done in
here. But do it quick, it is warm in here." I kept the playroom warmer then
the rest of the house, since I liked sweating in play, liked to feel the
slickness as two wet bodies slid over each other.

I pulled myself up, feeling my knees creak a bit -- I ran a couple of times
a week but after a couple of knee injuries I had to be careful with them,
and I was feeling them today. Standing on front of him, I began to lift his
shirt over his head, exposing his chest. It was smooth and deeply tanned,
which served to show off his developed body. He obviously spent a fair
amount of time in the gym, without overdoing it. Defined without bulging,
all I could imagine was watching him workout, seeing those muscles pumping,
and then massaging and licking them when he was done. I could not help it,
I had to lean forward and kiss his left bicep, which made him grin and flex
it for me. Looking up to his eyes, I licked up to his shoulder then down
his chest, sucking on his nipple as I did. He closed his eyes and threw his
head back, moaning.

Happy I had found a way to please him, I began to lick all over his
chest. He had worked out before going out, and I could taste the dried
sweat mixed with the cologne he had splashed on to dampen the odor. It was
intoxicating, and it made my cock jump as he would flex different muscles
while I licked them. As I worked down to his abs, he pulled me to the table
and sat down, leaning back with his hands down flat on the table. Licking
at his hard abs, my hands went to his jeans and began to unbutton them. I
was almost unhappy to move lower, since I loved the taste of this man's
sweat but I wanted... no I needed to get his cock out. Reluctantly, I began
to move down, to his feet.

I took ahold of the left boot, raised it up and kissed it once, then began
to pull it off. Placing it to the side, I did the same with the right
one. Looking up, I saw Scott looking at me and smiling. "I like that -- you
will always kiss my boots or shoes before you remove them or worship them,
as a reminder of your place. Understood?" I smiled and nodded,
acknowledging his order. I went to move back to top of his jeans, to remove
them, when I felt him tense up.

Alarmed, I looked up at him and saw he was unhappy. But I could not figure
out what I had done. My confused look obviously made him understand I did
not have a clue what I had done, which I think is what saved me from
another whipping. Instead he raised his foot, and shoved me backwards, so
he was now standing one foot on my chest, me on my back, looking down at
me. "Boy, I am going to be nice this time, because I realize you think you
did right by just nodding your head. But let me ask you, what would YOU
have done had a boy not said `Yes sir' when you gave him an order?"

Looking up at this stud -- blonde, green eyed, half naked, hard toned body
starting to glisten a bit from fresh sweat -- I felt my cock throb, while
my stomach churned from yet again doing things wrong, from thinking like an
equal.

"Sir, I am sorry -- you are right, of course, I would have spanked him, but
I beg you sir, I--I am trying, and I want to please you. It is just so...
new, so difficult to forget how I was and be what I am now." I leaned my
head forward and kissed his foot, like I had always liked a boy to do to
show his submission.

As I did this, I felt him moving -- not lifting his foot, but moving his
upper body. But I did not look -- I almost dreaded knowing what was coming,
thinking it was going to be another whipping. Instead, I felt a warm splash
hit my hair and run to my face.

Looking up, his cock was out and in his hand, spraying me with his piss. I
had always liked pissplay -- tasting it on the boys after I used them, or
kissing them after I made them drink it. But I had never thought about
being the one being used as a urinal. "Open wide, boy..."

As I looked at him, conflicted on this latest degradation, he grew
impatient and moved his foot to my crotch, and pressed down, hard. I
yelped, and moved to cover my groin, but caught myself just before I
touched his foot -- suddenly realizing what I was doing, and how resisting
him had ended up the last time. Instead I put my hands down by my side and
opened my mouth wide.

He grinned at this, and them aimed his piss at my mouth, filling me up. He
would give me a second to swallow, then aim again. It seemed like forever
for him to end his spray, though I knew it was a minute or so at most. AS
he used me as his personal urinal, he said, "Just think what the partners
at your firm would think, boy, seeing you like this. Seeing you as a pussy
fuck-toy, submitting to a KID, drinking his warm piss. God, I can hear them
now, telling you what a stupid cunt you are. But it is not stupid,
Jakey-boy, it is smart, smart to know your proper place. Gonna take some
work, but when I am done, I am going to own the best damn boy in the entire
city -- because you have done the top-stud thing, and you will know it is
NOT you. My fucking pussy will be the envy of everybody, which is only
right, since I was the only man to see through your charade, right, boy?"

I could not talk of course, my mouth being full of piss. But I did start as
he spoke -- this was the first indication this would not be a one time
thing. He was going to keep me as his bitch? I groaned -- how would I face
the guys at the bar? How would I explain it to people I knew who were not
in on my ... proclivities? I could not do this!!!

But the thing is, my cock -- which had started to soften a bit -- hardened
again instantly. Apparently it liked the idea of this stud owning me on a
regular basis.

"When I wake up in the morning, boy, I need to piss, and from now on, as
long as you are not tied up, your ass had better be ready to drink it down,
or your bed is going to stink when your maid comes in to clean. And somehow
I think Mr Prim and Proper would not like his literally dirty laundry
exposed that way. Right, bitch-boy?"

He had stopped pissing, so my mouth was empty. Knowing the lesson I had
just been given, I looked up at him and said "No sir, would not like that,
and I will make sure you do not have to do that, sir."

He stood back, letting me up. He looked down at his jeans, then back at
me. "Finish boy." Without hesitating, I moved to him and began to pull down
his jeans. He was not wearing underwear, so as I pulled them down his cock
and balls were totally exposed. I was again amazed at the sheer size of his
cock -- even soft, it was huge. I had seen it hard in the library and I
knew it had to be at least ten inches hard, but on a short guy like him, it
looked even bigger. Glancing down at my own cock, it slammed home again how
superior he was to me -- even in the dick department, which had been a
source of pride for me before, he had me beat.

As I got the jeans down to his ankles, he lifted each foot, letting me pull
them and his socks off. I carefully put all them aside, folding them as
well as his shirt, and setting them by the door with his new-claimed
boots. I moved back to him, and sank to my knees.  Looking up at him, I
could understand why he had always felt like he should be the dominant man
anywhere he went. He was close to flawless, but not totally so -- he chin
had a scar across it, which I would later learn came from a bike accident
when he was 16, and he had some scars on his left leg from an encounter
with a small shark when he was 10. But the scars added to his masculinity,
adding some weight (if that is the right word) to his frame. Some might
have dismissed him as childish simply due to his height. But even at 18, he
had already matured to a handsome man -- as I had seen at the bar, he
attracted attention no matter where he went, and he knew he could pick and
choose his companions. His blonde hair was short enough to stay neat but
had that "messy" quality that so many guys tried to pull off and couldn't.

As I looked at him... hell, as I worshipped him, he looked at me, and
grinned. He let me soak in the sight of him for a minute before he patted
his groin. "I think it is time you got back to our interrupted fun."

I had, of course, sucked cock before now, but never one this big. I began
to move towards him with some trepidation, but I knew if I even tried to
object what would happen, so I had to (literally) suck it up and do it.

I kissed the head of his cock, tasting the bitter dried piss left from
moments before. He petted my head, then leaned back against the stool, with
his legs spread wide. I knew what was expected, so I moved forward and
began to take his half-hard cock in my mouth, sucking on it. My tongue
worked around the head, and moving around the rapidly hardening shaft. Even
as a top, I had enjoyed sucking cock to the point that it was one of my
better talents. I began to pull back off the growing shaft, so I could lick
on it, lightly biting the tip which made him moan, then moving to rub the
scruff on my chin across the sensitive skin. He shivered as I did this, but
he did not pull away. I leaned down to suck on his large balls, delighted
to find he had a shaved sac -- I do not like the feel of hair in my mouth
as I did this. I lightly pulled on his balls with my mouth, suckling
them. I felt his cock tense as I did this, and I realized as hard as he
played, he liked it a bit rough as well -- he just was the one in control.

I went back to his cock, and began to suck it down, working as much of it
into my mouth as I could. I kept getting to about eight inches and then had
to back off, however -- I just could not get the last part down, I kept
gagging. But I was working it well enough to have him moaning, and I
thought I was okay with what I was doing. Silly me.

As I was pulling back once again, Scott grabbed me by the hair and whirled
me around, shoving me against the wall, still kneeling. "Fucking tease, I
am going to break that throat in, bitch!" As he said this, he began to
shove his cock into me -- he obviously was not worried about me gagging,
since he just worked deep into me, pistoning my mouth like he was fucking a
whore's ass. I was trapped between him and the wall, and I could not do
anything but accept it. He would shove deep into me, sometimes holding it
there, while I choked. Just when I would feel close to passing out, he
would pull out, laughing, telling me how hot I looked, a new pussy sucking
his owner's cock.

Just when I was starting to get used to his monster invading my mouth, he
began to slam into me faster and harder. I could tell he was getting close,
and I moaned, wanting him to fill me with his seed. I grabbed his ass, and
as he thrust into me I pulled him harder -- helping him truly fuck my face.

With one last thrust, he pinned me to the wall, and began to shoot down my
throat. The first one went straight down, and then he was starting to pull
out. The second third and fourth volleys filled my mouth with his salty and
warm cum. He pulled out so the fifth hit me on the face, and then the sixth
and seventh went all over my chest, his cum matting down the hair across my
pecs.

He stood there for a moment, panting, sweat dripping from his face down
onto mine. I stuck my tongue out and tasted the drops, again enjoying his
taste. Slowly he backed away, looking down at me, with my own cock now
throbbing and leaking like a faucet. He laughed at me and said, "Shit, boy
your cock is telling me you are a total sub slut!!! And now you know how to
suck my cock, boy -- do not forget it!!!" As he spoke he walked to his
clothes and began to pull them on, which had me confused.

"S-sir? You are getting dressed... are you going to leave? I thought you
were going to fuck me?" Even I could hear the pleading tone in my voice,
but I did not care -- right then all I wanted was this man to use me like a
whore, like HIS whore. And it was that look on my face that almost had him
doubled over laughing.

"Boy, I am going to fuck you, but not tonight. You need to think about
things, and to do some tasks to show me you understand your new
role. First, when I come back next Friday evening, you will be naked and
waiting at the door. I will be here at 9, and I will not accept you not
being there on your knees. And I already looked at your day planner, so I
know you are free -- I took the liberty to pen myself in as Mr Scott. I
also expect all that body hair to be gone -- from neck down you will be
smooth." At this, I almost spoke up, but stopped as Scott held the belt in
his hands, only half way on his waist, waiting to see if he was going to
need it. I swallowed and nodded. He went on, "I am going to borrow your
Jeep -- and before you freak out, I am leaving my contact information so
you know I am not stealing it. But I do not want you to get dressed until
you go to work Monday morning. It is now 1 AM Sunday, so that will give you
time to think this all over before you go to your high-powered job. You get
to be the man there, but when you come home, I want you naked. Spend the
nights getting used to no clothes because you will be that way whenever I
am here. I expect nightly emails, telling me what you have thought about
this all day. And each night, you are to jerk off until you are JUST close
to coming, and then stop. Lie to me, and we both know I will be able to
tell -- for a lawyer, you seem to fucking suck at keeping things hidden, at
least from me."

As he spoke he pulled a pen and card from his jeans and wrote something on
the back of it. "These are my home number, my cel, my home email and my
address at the college. I work for the Student Activities office, and this
is my card there. I am going to bring your Jeep back in proper order, and
then we are going to have a long talk about where this will go. Now, do you
have any questions?"

I looked at him, again dressed in his tight jeans and tee shirt, wearing
the boots he had taken from me, unhooking my Jeep keys from my key chain,
and all I thought was `Don't leave' but knowing no matter what I said, he
was going to do as he wanted. "Sir, I will be honest, I know I will have
many questions, but right now, all I can think is I want you to stay. As
you said, I need time to think this all over, and figure out what I want to
ask -- may I email them to you, sir?"

He reached out and ruffled my hair, and smiled. "That was the perfect
response boy -- if you had tried to pepper me with questions, I would have
known they were not what you really wanted to ask, that you had not really
thought about them. Admitting you need time is a good thing, boy, and yeah,
you can email them to me. Whether I answer them the same way or wait til
Friday will depend on my mood."

As we walked out the door of the playroom, he locked it back, and took that
key as well. Then he stopped and looked at me. At first, I was unsure
why. He did not seem angry, just anticipating something. I knew I was
supposed to do something, but what?

Then suddenly I remembered -- he had let me stand like a man, or rather
like a boy, only until we were done in the room. I sank down to all fours,
blushing at turning myself into a human pet again for this 18yo, in my own
home even. But somehow it felt right. He chuckled and petted me on the head
and led me downstairs. I had thought coming UP them was tough, but this was
amazingly difficult. I almost slipped a couple of times, but looking at
Scott I knew I was not getting a reprieve -- this was punishment, and I was
going to take it.

When we got down and to the garage door, he squatted down by me. "Boy, you
are to stay on all fours until you cannot hear the engine anymore. Friday,
when I get here, be on all fours by the door waiting. Understood, puppy?"

I looked at him, and started to say "Yes sir" but then decided to be a bit
playful, and simply "WOOF"ed at him, grinning. He laughed and ruffled my
hair one last time, then walked out the door and closed it. As I heard him
start up the Jeep, I quickly crawled to the office window to watch him go
-- and yes, I stayed on all fours the whole time.

But once he was gone, and the euphoric feeling died down, I began to wonder
what the hell I had done. For the next five hours, I walked around arguing
with myself about what this was and where I was going with it. I finally
went to bed at 7 AM, now convincing myself at the very least I was
versatile, and that serving him was not going to last forever.

But I did not put clothes on, not even a robe, until I dressed for work
Monday morning.

*****

Thanks to all who have written with feedback - it is very much appreciated.
I am going to use some of your suggestions, but those of you who I do not
use yours, it is just because they do not fit with my story arc. Please
keep them coming, though, and for any of you young guys who might like to
be Scott - shoot me an email *GRIN*.

Sublawyer1965@yahoo.com