A Straight Incel Submits

by

Randy MacAnus

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When the young man rolled his bike onto the subway, I had to grin. The little stud was shirtless. I was definitely going to enjoy the view, until I had to get off... at my stop, that is.

He had blonde spiked hair, blue eyes, and a completely smooth chest. He was wearing running shorts, sneakers and socks. I could see through the thin fabric of his shorts that he was wearing a jock. Nothing else. And no backpack. And that ass was fan-fucking-tastic! His legs and arms were as smooth as his torso. Maybe he was a swimmer.

There was a small amount of blonde pit hair. Trimmed, perhaps. It looked like he didn't need to shave yet. I would have taken him for late teens, at first, but his deep voice, and the way he carried himself seemed to indicate early-to-mid twenties.

He moved to place his bike against the wall of the subway car, in the bike area. Right next to my bike. I was going to enjoy the ride... to my stop.

Even if he is in his twenties, I'm old enough to be his grandfather. I'm in good shape for my age, plenty of energy—sexual and otherwise. But most kids that age have no interest in men of a certain age. So I never hit on them. It would feel creepy. But they're welcome to hit on me! I do get that, from time to time. Guys who are into older men, actually have a name. They're called 'Gerontophiles'.

But this guy read as straight, though he didn't seem to be a dominant. I, on the other hand, am very dominant. So if he gives me an opening, so to speak, I'll take it.

As dumb luck would have it, we get off with our bicycles at the same stop. He does not look amused. Probably thinks I'm stalking him. Not that he wouldn't be worth stalking, but that's not my thing.

Then he makes his big mistake. He talks to me.

HIM: “What are you, some kind of fag? You were staring at me the whole time on the subway.”

ME: “Don't get your hopes up, boy. I never hit on children. And don't go in public half naked, if you don't want people checking you out. And you don't get to choose who checks you out.”

He ignores my children comment. So probably twenties.

HIM: “You saying you're not a fag? Then why would you check me out?”

ME: “First, a man doesn't necessarily want sex with you just because he checks you out. He may just be enjoying the view. And since you put yourself on display, I decided to do just that. Yes, I'm gay. And I have to say, it's fun to watch you straight boys get your panties all in a bunch when a guy checks you out. You're clearly the type that is terrified a gay man will treat you in the same despicable way so many of you straight boys treat women.”

He gets a shocked look on his face, and actually starts to think for a minute. He seems to be intelligent, but he also seems totally lacking in social skills. Too much time playing video games, maybe.

HIM: “What's that supposed to mean?”

ME: “It means I'm not going to grab your ass, or say things like, 'you know you want it, bitch.' The large majority of Gay guys are more courteous than that. Not that you deserve courtesy.”

HIM: “So you're saying you wouldn't suck my cock, if I gave you the chance?”

ME: “I'm saying I would never hit on you. And if you ask me to suck your cock, you damn well better be prepared to play by my rules. I'm a total top. So I insist on complete control of every encounter.”

HIM: “How can you be in control, if your on your knees, sucking cock?”

ME: “Seriously? You don't know much about sex do you?” (He blushes. I'm starting to think he's an Incel—an involuntary celibate, and a virgin. This could get interesting.) “You want me to explain it to you?”

HIM: “Um, yeah, sure.”

Still blushing. He realizes he's lost control of this conversation. He never had control, but he hasn't figured that out. I'm guessing he wants to learn, but doesn't know what to ask. I wouldn't go so far as to take pity on him, but I decide to explain.

ME: “There's a difference between giving a blowjob and getting skull fucked. In a blowjob, the person getting blown is passive. Control of his pleasure is in the hands and mouth of the person blowing him. That person, can pull back and delay an orgasm, or get the guy off quickly. He may be on his knees, or not, but he is in control. If you piss him off, he may not even finish what he started, and leave you hanging. While you think you're dominating this person on his knees, he is in complete control of any pleasure you may receive.”

HIM: “Oh... But what's to prevent me from just skull fucking him?”

ME: “Good question. Unless you're willing to resort to violence, he can just pull off and leave you hanging. And I don't take chances. You want a blowjob from me, I'm not willing to give you even the illusion you're in control. You won't be able to skull fuck me.”

HIM: “How can you do that?”

ME: “You've never really thought any of this through, have you?”

He blushes again, and shrugs. Definitely, no social skills. I'm guessing he's an engineer, or some such.

ME: “If you ask me to blow you, real nicely, we will go to your place. You will strip completely naked. I will remain fully dressed. I will give you a collar to place around your neck and you will lock it in place. I will cuff your wrists to the back of the collar, so you can't possibly grab my head. I will play with your body in any way I please, with one exception. I will not stick my cock in your ass or mouth, unless you ask me to. And by the time I'm done, you might.”

“When I finally let you cum in my mouth, I will give you a big wet sloppy kiss, and transfer your cum into your own mouth, and you damn well better swallow it all. I will be in complete control of the encounter. If you're a good boy, I will release you, when I'm done with you. If not, I will spank you until your ass is bright red, and leave you naked and bound.”

HIM: “You can't be serious. Has anyone, even a fag, ever gone for that?”

ME: “All the time. Power is a major turn-on. That's true whether you have the power, or give up your power to someone else. A lot of very powerful straight men pay dominating women to control, use, and humiliate them. And in many cases that humiliation includes taking some guy's cock. It's a turn-on for them, because it's the only time they don't have the power. That also means they don't have the responsibility. It takes a huge weight off their shoulders. All they have to do is obey.”

HIM: “Okay, I can see that, but I'm not a big powerful guy.”

ME: “But if you were in charge of a sexual situation, would you even know what to do? Could you sense what a woman wants from you? Are you confident you could provide it? It's pretty tough for a virgin to do that.”

HIM: “How did you...?”

ME: “Seriously? It's pretty obvious.”

I grin. Reluctantly, so does he, as he blushes again. My suspicion was correct.

HIM: “But why would I go to a gay guy for that? Why not one of those dominating women?”

ME: “If she makes you take cock, what's the difference? And one of the things those women get off on, is charging a whole lot of money to use and humiliate the man. And you might not even get sex out of it. She might just strip you, whip you and then make you clean her house—naked.”

HIM: “Oh...”

ME: “Besides, there is an interesting irony at play here. If humiliation is a turn-on, and you're straight, which you clearly are, what could be more humiliating than submitting to another man? And therefore, what could be more of a turn-on?”

HIM: “Okay, but what if it doesn't turn me on? What if I hate it? You ever think of that?”

ME: “Of course. But in your case, it would be useful in any event. You would get a sense of what a woman goes through, with men like you. You might become more sensitive to their needs, which would increase the chance you might actually get to bed one, someday. And you could honestly say, if nothing else, that you would no longer be a virgin—even if you didn't want to share the details with anyone.”

HIM: “Oh... But why my house? I have a cleaning service. They won't be in until tomorrow afternoon, but still...”

ME: “I don't live around here. I'm up here to ride the bike paths through the park. Plus, I would expect you to be more comfortable. Would you really rather be bound and naked with a strange man in his house?”

HIM: “Point taken. Shit. I can't believe I'm actually considering this! I wouldn't have any control at all?!”

ME: “I will be giving you control over one thing. It will be entirely up to you, whether I stick my dick inside you. But if you ask me to do that, your control is gone. I will take your ass, then skull fuck you. You will not be in a position to change your mind.”

HIM: “So as long as I don't ask, it doesn't happen?”

I nod.

HIM: “So the only disgusting thing I'll have to do is swallow my cum when you put it in my mouth.”

He has a good memory.

ME: “If you think it's so disgusting, then you have absolutely no right to ask anyone else to take your load in their mouth. Think of it as being like hacking up a loogie and swallowing it. Not at the top of your dessert list, but it certainly isn't going to hurt you. Heck, it's your cum. They only way you'll swallow mine, is if you ask to be fucked.”

HIM: “Can I think about it?”

ME: “Are you desperately horny?”

He nods.

ME: “Other than your own hand, do you have any options?”

He shakes his head no.

ME: “So now you've thought about it. Are you going to ask me nice to blow you, and agree to my terms, or do I leave you standing here hard and horny? (I point to the tent in his shorts.) And you won't be asking me nice enough, unless you call me sir.”

He looks down, sees his little dick tenting his shorts, blushes, and looks up with a sheepish grin. Then he actually asks the question. He really is horny!

HIM: “Sir, could you please come to my place and suck my dick. I promise to strip and let you put the collar on me and bind my wrists. And you can play with my body as much as you want, just so you don't put your dick in me unless I ask.”

ME: “Show me your I.D. You look painfully young. I need to make sure you're of age.”

He complies. Turns out he is 22, 5 feet 7 inches and 140 pounds. Classic twink.

ME: “What do you do for a living?”

HIM: “I'm an electrical engineer. I work with computers. I've been writing code for this start-up company, since I graduated last year.”

ME: “Cool. I like intelligent boys. Well, let's get to your place, get you naked, collared and cuffed, and relieve you of your virginity.”

Wait... Do you have the collar and cuffs with you?!”

ME: “Always. In my backpack. I used to be a Boy Scout. I'm always prepared.”

He gives a nervous chuckle, nods, hops on his bike and leads the way. He doesn't know it yet, but there is no way I'm not going to have that ass and mouth. And he will beg for my cock!

We arrive at his apartment building, lock our bikes to the rack in the parking garage, and take the elevator up to the top floor. He unlocks the door, and steps inside. Nice place, with a view. I stand in the entrance, and wait for him to turn around. He finally does.

ME: “What are you waiting for? Strip.”

HIM: “But the door is open. Someone might see!”

ME: I grin. “Exciting, isn't it?”

HIM: “I would have said, 'super scary'.”

ME: (After looking in both directions down the hall.) “The hallway is empty for now. But the longer you take, the more likely someone will walk by. I will come in, once you're naked, and have your hands behind your head.”

His mouth hangs open, in shock. And his cock grows. I don't think he knows it yet, but he's going to be really into submission and humiliation.

I expect more resistance, but he surprises me. He kicks off his sneakers and socks. Then, with shaking hands, slips his running shorts over his hips, and lets them fall to his ankles. He steps out of the shorts, closes his eyes, takes two deep breaths and repeats the process with his jock. He steps out of it, but can't seem to pull his hands away from his junk.

ME: “It's alright, boy. I've seen your dick tenting your shorts. I know you're not hung. It's nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Some guys, you want to degrade their 'manhood' as part of the process. This boy has no knowledge, experience, or confidence. He is really scared. Being a supportive, though dominant granddaddy, is what he needs. There are different ways to control. Cruelty has it's place, but so does affection and support. He clearly needs the latter.

I've guessed correctly about his hesitation. He takes several deep breaths, then, with eyes closed, he manages to pull his hands away from his junk, and put them behind his head. Just as I step into the apartment, we hear the ding of the arriving elevator. I grin, turn, and slowly shut the door, much to the boy's relief.

He is shaking like a leaf, and hyperventilating a little, but he has a sheepish smile on his face. I walk up to him, move his elbows out to the side, then take him in a hug.

ME: “Good job. I'm proud of you, boy. That took courage.”

He breaks his pose, and fiercely hugs me back. I allow it, because it's clear he desperately needs it. I suspect he doesn't get many hugs. Certainly not from older men. After a short time, I take his arms and reposition them. He blushes, and complies. I gently kick his legs wider apart. He accepts this.

As he stands in his display position, I remove my backpack and open it. As it happens, I've just completed a big shopping spree at my favorite leather store, so there's a whole lot more in the pack than a collar and cuffs. This is going to be fun!

I hand him the collar. He puts it on. He has trouble with the buckle, as his hands are shaking, but he manages. I hand him a small padlock. He knows this is coming, but still needs to take a deep breath and steady himself, before he locks the collar in place.

The cuffs are already attached to the back of the collar. I walk behind him, and lock the leather cuffs to his wrists. He lets out a small whimper. Very cute! Standing behind him, I slowly caress his body.

I am nearly six feet—over four inches taller than he is. I lean in and nuzzle his neck, as I tongue his right ear. He practically jumps out of his skin, but settles down quickly.

ME: “Remember the rules, boy. This is my body to play with and use in any way I please, except for dick poking. You'll have to ask for that. You are not to resist. I suggest you think less about your situation and more about how all of this feels. You'll enjoy it a lot more, if you can relax into it.”

HIM: “Yes, sir, I'll try.”

ME: “Good boy.”

I run my hands along his restrained wrists. I move them down his forearms to the elbows, then reverse course, along his triceps, to his pits. I gently caress his rib cage on each side, then move to his taut nips. He is definitely responding to this. His nips are already at attention, before I even touch them.

As I stroke, squeeze and manipulate them, he gasps.

ME: “How you doing, boy?”

HIM: (Breathless) “Um, really scared. Excited. Kind of surprised I'm so turned on by all of this. I guess I thought I would just tolerate you touching my body for a few minutes, and then you'd blow me. But this is really intense, sir.”

ME: “You're handling it well, boy. You being helpless, knowing you have no choice, now—that adds to the intensity. It should also make it easier for you to accept, if you can avoid panic. You're not responsible for what I do. You're in no position to stop it. And all you have to do is obey, so there is no pressure on you to perform. But more importantly, there is no specific knowledge or skill you need to have. So just enjoy the sensations, and don't think.”

HIM: “Yes, sir.”

My hands slowly work their way down his torso. My fingernails trace the defined Vee that runs from his hips to his groin. He begins to hyperventilate and moan. I surprise him by reversing course without going for his junk. I come up as high as his navel, before moving my hands behind him and playing with those two magnificent globes!

I run my right hand from his waist, through his butt crack to his 'taint. He shudders. I reverse course again, but only go as far as his boy pussy. I circle it with my index finger. He whimpers and clenches his butt. I slap his ass hard.

ME: “My body to play with, boy! You will do nothing to interfere with my access to it!”

HIM: “But you said, you weren't going there!”

ME: “Wrong! I said, I wouldn't put my cock in there, unless you ask. My fingers are not my cock. If you interfere with my penetration, you will be severely punished! And remember: I reserve the right to leave you bound and naked when I'm done with you, if you fail to please.”

HIM: “Crap! I didn't think of that... Yes, sir.”

ME: “Knowledge is power. The good news is, you'll have a lot more knowledge, when I'm done with you. Now, I'm going to put my finger in your mouth. If you are smart, you will suck on it, and cover it with your spit. Because, when it leaves your mouth it's going into your ass, and if it's dry it will not be pleasant.”

This could be an interesting test. I didn't expect him to resist, but I didn't expect enthusiasm, either. I stuck my index finger into his mouth. He accepted this, and sucked a little on it. I could feel him working up some spit. He used his tongue to cover my finger with it. He clearly didn't want to feel like he was sucking a cock, but he wanted that finger wet. So I didn't expect him to fight its entrance into his ass.

I slowly traced the circumference of his virgin hole with the tip of my finger. He shuddered. I pushed in. He gasped. I slowly moved my finger all the way in. He moaned. And he didn't sound happy. That was about to change. I located his prostate and began to massage with increasing pressure. A gasp of surprise. He began to writhe a little, pulling on his wrist cuffs, and tilting his head from side to side.

As I massaged his love button, I nuzzled his neck again, and gently bit. I sucked the skin into my mouth, marking my territory with a hickey. I slid my tongue up the side of his neck, to his ear. I nibbled on the lobe before penetrating his ear, all while continuing to massage his prostate, more and more vigorously.

I found the resulting moans, very satisfying. I presented his mouth with two fingers from my other hand. There was no hesitation this time. He took the fingers into his mouth, licked and covered them with his spit. I removed the single finger from his ass, and replaced it with the two spit covered fingers of my other hand.

Another gasp and moan, as I went straight for the prostate. I debated bringing this boy off by prostate massage. But I decided that doing so would sharply reduce the chance he'd beg to be fucked. I decided to bring him close, then edge him with my mouth, until he begged for release.

As I continued to massage his prostate, I picked him up in my arms, and carried him to his dining room table. With his wrists cuffed behind his head, he couldn't put his arms around me, which clearly frustrated him. He did lay his head on my shoulder. I suspected affection had played little part in his upbringing. His need for it was intense.

I lay him across the table, on his back. I was not about to get on my knees to blow him. I wanted him looking up at me. After laying him on the table, I kissed him passionately. When I broke off the kiss, I also removed my fingers from his ass. I could tell he'd been getting close, from his whimpering. So I pulled out.

I went to my backpack, and pulled out a short spreader bar. I clamped it just above his knees and extended it. This forced his ankles just off the edges of the table. He was nicely on display, for my viewing pleasure, so I took several minutes to admire the view, and run my hands all over his exquisite body, as his near orgasm abated.

ME: “Listen carefully, boy. When I'm sucking your cock, you are not to move your hips. You are to remain still, and accept the gift you are being given. Further, you are to warn me if you are close to cumming.”

“I am going to edge you. That means I will repeatedly get you close, then back off. When you finally cum, it will be more intense, as a result. If you fail to warn me in time, and cum without permission, you will be punished. Is that understood?”

HIM: “You are going to eventually make me cum though? You promise?”

There was desperation in his voice. I liked that.

ME: “Yes. But, as I told you, it will be on my terms. Do you understand and agree?”

HIM: “Yes, sir.”

It pleased me that he continued to say, 'sir.' He was clearly a natural submissive. Probably raised by very strict parents. It would be interesting to see how much self control he had.

I pulled a small butt plug out of my backpack, lubed it, placed in under his ass against his butt hole, and ordered him to lower himself onto it. He obeyed. Not really a surprise, after the prostate stimulation he'd received.

He liked the feeling, though he did gasp as it went in.

I was pleased to see him squeezing and releasing his butt. I had little doubt about where this was going.

ME: “Stop moving your ass. I will decide when you get your rocks off.”

HIM: (whimpering) “Yes, sir,”

Once he'd managed to stop, I began running my hands down his torso, past his navel, down his Vee to his junk. Massaging his balls with one hand, I lowered my head, and took him into my mouth. Tasty.

I prefer sucking smaller cocks. I have no interest in deep throating, or having my jaw stretched by some monster meat. My dick is average. I'm not jealous of big dicks. But the guys who have one, tend to be arrogant about it. I don't need to deal with that.

I worked my tongue around the head of his dick, and he immediately began to hyperventilate. He also began to move his hips.

ME: “This will be your only warning, boy. Be still, or be punished.”

HIM: “Yes, sir. Sorry, Sir! This is all really new to me and very intense.”

ME: “I get that, which is why you get one warning. >From now on, I expect self-control.”

He settled down, and got this cute determined look on his face. I had to give him credit. He was making a serious effort to obey my rules. I returned to his cock. The boy returned to hyperventilating. But he kept his body still. He wasn't even using his ass to work the butt plug now. Smart kid. That would certainly have led to an unapproved orgasm.

Every time he got close, he warned me. I could tell, of course. But I wanted him to participate in his own mounting sexual frustration. I'm into power trips, after all. Plus, the more comfortable he became with obedience, the better! And there is a big difference between obeying commands you want to obey, and ones you don't.

After he'd had about a half dozen near misses, he was whimpering and moaning constantly. He was pulling against the wrist restraints behind his head, and futilely trying to pull his legs together, despite the spreader bar between his knees. Finally, he started squeezing his ass against the butt plug.

I stopped, looked at him.

ME: “Be still, boy!”

HIM: “Please!”

ME: “Please what, boy?”

HIM: “Please make me cum, sir!”

ME: “Aren't you enjoying what you're feeling, boy?”

HIM: “Yes sir, but this is really intense and frustrating!”

ME: “If you're going to be a good lover with women, you're going to need to learn control, boy. And if you do, the sex will be more enjoyable for both of you.”

HIM: “Can't I learn it a little at a time, or something? This is making me crazy!”

ME: “How do you propose learning it a little at a time? You're begging for release, and would have cum a long time ago, if you could have. Do you really think you can learn to hold off on your own?”

He didn't answer for two or three minutes. He was clearly giving all this serious thought. I had to give the kid credit for that. It's one of the things I like about intelligent lovers. They're willing to think things through.

HIM: “Maybe you could come back some other times, and we could do this again, and take a little longer each time?”

ME: “Now why would I want to do that, if I'm not getting anything out of it. I'm into control and power. And while I certainly have that today, the idea of returning and being your on-call cocksucker, while you learn to control yourself for women, doesn't appeal—unless, I can use your body for my own pleasure.”

HIM: “Crap. I see that, sir. But what am I supposed to do?”

ME: “Seriously? Think it through, boy.”

And he did. I could see the wheels turning. I could see his effort to come up with any other answer, except the inevitable one. As he thought, I ran my hands over his torso, keeping him horned up and more used to my control.

I went back to caressing his balls, and stroking his cute little cock, while I pinched his nips. I reached under him, and began moving the butt plug. He whimpered and moaned, then began squeezing his butt against the plug again.

HIM: “Crap! Can you at least finish the blowjob first?”

ME: “Finish it before what, boy?”

HIM: “Finish blowing me before you fuck me, sir?”

ME: “You need to ask for that directly, in no uncertain terms, and with no restrictions. You need to acknowledge that all choices become mine.”

The boy whimpered again, as I gave a tug on the butt plug. I watched his body language as he mentally accepted my demand. He actually went from quite tense, to more relaxed. I knew he had given in. And his next words confirmed it.

HIM: “Sir, could you please fuck me, in my ass and throat, when it suits you? I'd be grateful if at some point you also finished blowing me. But my body is yours to use as you please, and when you please.”

He said all of this, with his eyes scrunched closed. I wasn't going to let him get away with that.

ME: “Look at me boy! Maintain eye contact with me, and make your request again.”

And he did.

ME: “Clarify something for me, boy. I don't want any misunderstandings. Are you offering to have me come over whenever I please, and make use of you? Or does this apply only to this one encounter?”

HIM: “Is it all right if I wait until after you're done with me this time, to answer? I don't know what I can handle yet... Sir.”

ME: “That's a reasonable request, boy. I will even take that a step further. If you decide to have me return, I will. And when I am here, you will do exactly as I say. You will submit to me completely. But after each encounter, you will get to decide if that will be the final one. Once you've reached your limit, I will never return. Understood?”

HIM: “Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

Of course, with the way he was restrained, I could have taken him without a problem, without his consent. And it's hot knowing that. But it's much hotter, to have someone give themselves over to me. Plus, it's legal!

Since he asked so nice, and didn't demand, I finished his blow job, gave him his big wet sloppy kiss and his cum. I wasn't surprised that he'd swallowed his load. He'd agreed to that before we ever started. I was a little surprised at his passionate response to the kiss. Interesting.

When we had finished the kiss, he spoke through his heavy breathing.

HIM: “Holy crap! That was the best thing ever!”

ME: “The blow job or the kiss?”

HIM: “Yes!” he said, with a sheepish grin.

Clearly, the sexual release had relaxed him. I have to say, the kid was a lot of fun. And I already had him positioned the way I wanted, for his first fucking.

With his hands bound behind his head, the spreader bar holding his legs wide, buck naked, on his dining room table, he was a very hot, helpless and beautiful sight. But I wanted him just a little more helpless. So I went to my backpack and got the ball gag, and lube.

ME: “This will allow you to make noise, without getting the attention of your neighbors.”

HIM: “Oh! Um... Thank you, sir. I hadn't thought of that.”

ME: “Thinking and planning are my jobs. Your job is to obey and focus on the experience.”

HIM: “It's weird. I'm basically helpless here, but I just realized—I actually feel safe.”

“Good. Then I'm doing my job. Now, stop talking and open your mouth.”

He grinned and opened, allowing me to insert the ball gag. I buckled it behind his head, ruffled his hair, and took up position at the foot of the table. I climbed up onto the table, putting his legs on my shoulders. I grabbed the spreader bar at his knees and moved his legs up to his ears, all the while looking straight into those pretty blue eyes.

ME: “You are to maintain eye contact with me throughout your fucking. If you break eye contact you will be punished.”

He nodded, with that cute determined expression on his face. I was tempted to grin, but I wanted him to take my warning seriously. I love watching the eyes of a man being penetrated. Especially, when it's his first time being fucked! If he looked away it would cost him!

The butt plug had been up his ass for at least a half hour, so I didn't feel the need to relax his sphincter. I just pulled the plug, lubed his hole, and my dick, and lined up. I had hit his prostate a few times while lubing him, with the result that his eyes were closed, and he was whimpering into the ball gag.

I waited. Suddenly his eyes popped open. I gave him a warning look, and he nodded, embarrassed. We locked eyes, and I began a slow penetration. I watched his eyes widen, giving me great satisfaction. He began to look a bit distressed, so I stopped, just after pushing past his sphincter.

ME: “It will go easier if you relax your butt, and push back, like you're taking a dump, boy.”

He nodded and complied. I continued my penetration, until my pubes were up against those beautiful butt cheeks. I then gave him a full minute to adjust, before slowly pulling back. As he'd had the butt plug in him, he didn't need longer.

I positioned myself for maximum stimulation of his prostate. He'd had a taste of that earlier, from my talented fingers. That had made it easier for him to ask for his fucking. As he'd already cum once, I knew this would take longer. But, being a granddaddy type, taking longer is my jam. So the pounding began!

I began slowly, with long strokes, pushing against the prostate with each one. He almost immediately began moaning into the ball gag. This pleased me. I definitely wanted him to cum from being fucked. As his hands were cuffed behind his collar, he wouldn't be able to help himself out. If I didn't touch his dick either, and he came anyway, that would give him something to think about!

It's amazing how few straight boys know about the joys of prostate stimulation. And how easy it is to fuck with their minds, as a result. A skilled top with no ethics can convince a straight boy that he's a least bi, because he came from being fucked by another man. I don't do that. I let them think about it for awhile, but I always explain to them, that all men can get off from a dick up the ass, if they're fucked by someone skilled, and willing to hold off his own pleasure. We really need to improve sex education!

As I continued his long dicking, he began to respond, pushing back as I penetrated, getting as much dick as possible into his ass. I now had no objection to his humping. He wasn't in my mouth anymore. And it feels great, when a boy gets to the point where he can't get enough and has to help out. And, at my age, I don't mind a little help!

After about fifteen minutes, his hips went into overdrive. He had lost control of his humping. His body knew what it needed, and was going for it at a desperate pace. Finally, he howled what sounded like he might be saying, “Oh my Gawwwwd!” but it was tough to tell through the ball gag. I suspect without the ball gag the whole neighborhood would have heard him!

He shot all over his stomach. I had been pacing myself, and wasn't quite ready yet. So as I kept fucking him, I leaned forward, removed his ball gag, and fed him his cum. He never hesitated. Of course, the way his eyes were glazed over, he might not have been entirely aware of what he was doing!

He whimpered as I continued to pound at my own pace. It seemed to be a happy whimper—a fact he later confirmed. Finally, my turn came. There was a surprised look on his face. I remembered he had never felt someone cum inside him before. I'd have to ask him what he thought of that experience.

He had hyperventilated so much, I was a little surprised he hadn't passed out. A little woozy perhaps, but still conscious. After about a minute, he let out a breathy, “Oh Wow!”

I pulled out, and my cum dribbled out of his ass, onto the dining room table. I would have him lick it up later. I let him rest and revel in his afterglow, as I leaned against the table and enjoyed just looking at this beautiful helpless little stud. It was enough to make my pecker plump! Again!

I moved around to the other end of the table, leaned over his head and kissed him. He kissed me right back, with passion.

ME: “I don't know if you know this, but you're not a virgin anymore.”

He cracked up laughing.

HIM: “Are you sure?”

I grinned.

ME: “Pretty sure. Time for you to lick me clean, boy.”

HIM: “Yes, sir!”

I pulled his head off the end of the table, and let it fall back. With his head upside down, my dick inserted easily. He didn't seem to mind. Without further instruction, he licked and sucked. First he got me clean. Then he got me hard. Then he got me off.

He had been paying attention when I was sucking him. While it would take a while for his skills to develop, he had the right idea, and was pretty effective.

Unfortunately for him, in the upside down position, some of my cum backed up into his nose, and he snorted it out. It was funny, but it was also a violation of the rule to swallow every drop.

ME: “You let some of my cum spill, boy. That means punishment.”

HIM: “Aw crap! You're not going to leave me tied up naked are you? Just for that?”

ME: “That was the agreement, boy.”

He began to shake, whispering, “Oh shit, oh shit,” over and over.

ME: “Shouldn't be a problem, boy. You're cleaning service comes in tomorrow afternoon. They can release you.”

HIM: “It's a problem. They said I was inappropriate with the women who were cleaning my place, and now they send a couple of guys. Gay guys. They always check me out. And they're really obvious about it. I actually try to be out of the apartment when they're here. They scare me, the way they look at me. I'm afraid of what they'll do if they find me naked and helpless!”

ME: “Sounds exciting! Or have you had enough of being helpless in the hands of men?”

HIM: “I feel safe with you, for some reason. They really spook me.”

ME: “You do realize, that the way they make you feel, is the way you probably make women feel.”

That really brought him up short. He took a long time to think about that.

ME: “It's just possible, that's why you're cleaning service has sent gay guys who check you out so obviously. Especially, if the service is run by women. They may just be giving you some of your own medicine.”

HIM: “I never thought of that. Is this really how women feel with aggressive men?”

ME: “I'm not a woman and don't pretend to know their feelings. But if you're being creepy, I wouldn't be surprised. I do think it's pretty clear that your behavior toward women, is at least part of the reason you're not getting laid. You're a good looking guy with a nice body and a good job. It has occurred to you that you're likely driving women away, right?”

HIM: “Actually, no. I've always resented the way women blow me off. I never gave any thought to why. It's like you said, I've got all this going for me. So I figured they were the problem.”

ME: “This is what comes of growing up with your head buried in your electronic devices. You've never had any practice relating to people. Personally, I would love to find out what those gay guys would do with you. Honestly, they might not do any more than cop a feel while untying you. If they actually assaulted you, you might fire the cleaning service, and they'd lose some income.”

HIM: “I've got cum on my face and I can feel it dripping out my ass. It would be pretty obvious I'd been used by a man. Wouldn't they just take that as permission to use me themselves?”

ME: “Maybe. An exciting thought! If you found a woman bound, naked, and covered with cum, would you use her or release her?”

HIM: “I don't know what I would have done before. That was kind of a fantasy of mine. But now I would definitely release her, and ask if I could help her. Let her know I wouldn't say anything about it to anyone.”

ME: “So you're learning. That's good. That's not going to save you from punishment, though.”

My bound, naked stud shuddered a bit. And then he started getting hard. I grinned and gave his cock a squeeze. That made him look down. He saw his rigid dick in my hand, lay his head back down and groaned. As I began to run my hands over that wonderful, helpless body, he spoke with a trembling voice.

HIM: “Does my dick getting hard actually mean I'm into being helpless and humiliated?”

ME: “Maybe. Maybe you're just into the thought of being helpless and humiliated. The real thing may or may not be a major turn-on. Or it may depend on who has control of you. I guess you'll find out which it is, tomorrow.”

HIM: “Could we maybe make a deal?”

ME: (with raised eyebrow) “What do you have in mind.”

HIM: “I know I'm going to want to be with you again. This was just fucking incredible. Plus, you have a lot to teach, and I have a lot to learn. Maybe you could punish me some other way tonight, then we could have sex again in the morning, if you'd like to stay the night. If I do it right tomorrow morning, you won't leave me bound and naked. If I don't do it right, you will. Then you could come back after the cleaning service leaves. Just to make sure they didn't still leave me tied up. And if you are up for using me again tomorrow night, that would be okay too.”

I wasn't expecting that! But of course, I wasn't going to let him know that! I kept a straight face.

ME: “That's an interesting offer. Did you have a specific punishment in mind?”

HIM: “Um, no, not really.”

ME: “Would you want to know before agreeing to this option?”

HIM: “If you want to tell me. But I can't imagine that I'd prefer just being left.”

ME: “You'd be surprised. I know you haven't a clue regarding all the possibilities. And you're in a dangerous position, relying on me to set the limits. You should be doing that. Lucky for you, I'm not a sociopath. I don't have any desire to do any real damage to you, so you're not in real danger. But that might not be the case with someone else.”

HIM: “I don't want to be controlled by anyone else. I mean, if you leave me for the cleaning service, I guess they'll be in control. But if you're coming back, I'm not too worried about that.”

ME: “Okay. Here's what will happen. As punishment, I will first shave off your body hair. The hair on your head is really cute, so I'll leave that. Once that's done, I will take you over my knee, with you still naked and bound, and spank your ass until both cheeks are bright red. I don't know if you remember, but a spanking was always going to be part of the punishment, if I left you naked and bound. Have you ever been spanked?”

HIM: “ I forgot about the spanking part, but now that you've reminded me, I remember. No, I've never been spanked. But I agreed to it, so I guess I'll be finding out what that's like.”

ME: “Should be an interesting experience for you, then. Don't be surprised if you get hard, or break down in tears. I'm not going to be holding back. Once the spanking is complete, I will place your dick in a locking metal cage, I have in my backpack. If you ever want to get out of it, you will remain very submissive when I release your wrists from the collar.”

HIM: “A cage for my dick? What's that accomplish?!”

ME: (laughing) “I guess there's no limit to your lack of sexual knowledge! It's a small locking cage that is too small for your dick to get hard in. It will keep you soft for as long as you wear it. Your dick will try to get hard when you're aroused, but there isn't enough space. And it keeps Mr. Happy pointing down. The only way you would be able to cum is by stimulation of that special place in your ass. It's called the prostate gland, by the way. Even then, an orgasm is unlikely.”

HIM: “Why would you want to put that on me?!”

ME: “As I won't be done with you, I won't ever let you be completely unrestrained. I'm into control, remember? Your wrists will remain cuffed in front of you. The spreader bar will remain locked between your legs. This will make it impossible for you to put any clothes on, but allow you enough mobility to make me dinner and eat. If you keep having me over, I might have you eating like a dog, out of a bowl on the floor. And at some point, if this becomes a regular thing, you'll be drinking my piss. Piss is sterile and not a danger, but it's not the tastiest of treats. The idea is to intensify my domination over you.”

HIM: “Would that happen the very next time?”

ME: “ I reserve the right to do any of these things at any time. But unless, you become high maintenance, I'll take things up one or two notches at a time. Which notches and when, will be entirely up to me. When we hit something you really can't handle, your option will be not to have me come back again.”

“But when I'm here, you'll do as ordered. If you resist you'll be punished. And then you'll do it anyway. And I might share you with other men. Or whore you out to men. I could use the money. I might shoot video of you, to make into a porno I would sell. So keep all that in mind if you decide to continue this. I will go a little further each time. If the cleaning crew doesn't get frisky tomorrow, either because I released you, or they choose not to, I might invite them to use you another time, for example.”

Then I threw him a bit of a curve.

ME: “Have you ever shared a bed for the night with someone?”

HIM: “Um, as a little kid when I slept over at a friend's. But we never did anything sexual.”

ME: “Well, we will be sharing a bed tonight. I will be holding you, but not fucking you. I might remove the spreader bar for sleep. But it will go right back on in the morning. And the cock cage will stay on, until I come back, after the cleaning crew leaves. If you want me to continue using and training you, it will stay on. It might not come off until you ask me not to return. That's my option.”

ME: “Do you want to go forward with all of this, or just have me leave you for the cleaning crew. And keep in mind, if I'm not satisfied with your efforts, you'll still be left for the cleaning crew. But I will come back.”

HIM: “I want you to stay, and I think I'll be okay with you doing the things you said. I'm a little freaked at being shared and maybe whored out. And the cage is pretty spooky. But my dick seems to like the idea. That I will never understand!”

I grinned and ruffled his hair again. He smiled back sheepishly. I went to the bathroom and put a fresh blade in his razor. I wasn't sure why he owned one. His face gave no evidence of a beard. With his wrists bound to the back of his collar, and his elbows out to the side, he was in perfect position to get his pits shaved. I did that in the living room, to give the cleaning crew more to do. I wouldn't want them to get bored!

Next, I shaved his pubes. It was an easy process. That was really all the body hair he had. I walked him over to the bathroom door, which had a full length mirror on it. He took in a sharp intake of breath, when he saw himself looking like a tall twelve year old. Then, as he watched in the mirror, I knelt to install the cock cage.

ME: “Your dick really likes this! I'm going to have to give you some hard nut taps, to get it soft. This will hurt. Do you want the ball gag?”

HIM: “Yes, sir. I really don't want the neighborhood to hear me, if I yell.”

I laughed, and he grinned. I went to get the ball gag, and decided the butt plug would be a good idea, as well. He wasn't having any problem being aroused, but if he came as a result of the butt plug stimulating his prostate, more punishment! The first nut tap caused him to double over and squeal into the ball gag. But he had better control when the tapping continued, as he knew what to expect.

Once Mr. Happy was sad, I installed the cock cage. No sooner was it on, than his dick tried to get hard. My naked boy toy moaned in frustration. I made him lube up the butt plug with his spit. He did this with a sigh of resignation, but no hesitation or resistance. In went the plug. He started to squeeze his ass, so I slapped it hard. Another cute whimper, but he stopped.

My newly deflowered straight boy was now devoid of body hair, collared, with his wrists cuffed to the collar's D ring, stark naked, with spreader bar and ball gag in place, locked in a cock cage, and butt plugged. And that cute little dick of his was dripping and desperately trying to get hard. All of this pleased me.

I walked him over to the sofa, and laid him across my knees. His spanking was about to begin.

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