A Straight Incel Submits Chapter 2

A Straight Incel Submits

Randy MacAnus

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Chapter 2

After 20 smacks on each cheek, my new boy toy had bright red cheeks, and was sobbing quietly. I pulled him up onto my lap and released his wrists from the slave collar. He immediately hugged me fiercely, as he continued to cry. I held him and comforted him until he was emotionally spent, and relaxed his hug.

I gave him a kiss, and he returned it passionately. I asked him if he understood the difference between desire and affection. He didn't. So I explained.

ME: "Desire is sexual, and affection is emotional. As an example, have you ever had a dog or cat?"

HIM: "I had a dog as a kid."

ME: "Did you pet the dog, or hold him?"

HIM: "Sure. All the time."

ME: "Did you ever have any desire to fuck your dog?"

HIM: (Surprised laughter) No, of course not!"

ME: "That's the difference. You may want one or the other from someone, or you may need both. But they are separate things. The hugs and holding we've shared are affection. The desire is kind of obvious. Every adult needs both in their life. Not everyone gets them. I suspect that up until today, you never had much of either. Is that right?"

HIM: "My parents weren't into hugging or holding. I don't think I knew what I was missing, but there's definitely been an empty place inside. Now I know why."

ME: "Now that I know that, I'll make sure the affection continues, along with the sex. But always on my terms."

HIM: "Thank you, Sir."

I ruffled his hair again, then gave him another hug. He hugged back, and I held him for a couple of minutes. When I released him, he had an embarrassed look on his face. Probably because he had tears in his eyes. I wiped them away, then gave him a kiss on his forehead. I connected a one foot chain between his wrist cuffs, turned him around, gave a light tap to his bright red ass.

ME: "Go make me dinner, boy."

HIM: "Yes, Sir."

******

That night, I decided to remove the chain between his wrists, as well as the spreader bar, so he could sleep properly in my arms. His need for affection was intense, and he was not in any way challenging my control. It's been my experience, that some Doms are a little too insecure about control. With the exception of letting the sub set limits, they fail to be sensitive to the emotional needs of a sub. I find that ironic, since meeting those needs can actually result in more control for the Dom, in many cases.

We spooned, and he pushed that hot little ass back into my crotch. Just for fun, I let my cock slide into his butt crack. He gasped, then squeezed his butt around my dick.

HIM: "Are you going to fuck me? It's okay, if you are."

ME: (Laughing) "Affection tonight, sex in the morning, horny boy!"

HIM: (Sighs) "Yes, sir"

He rolled over and looked at me. My body, not my face. He was seeing me naked for the first time. His hands began to caress and explore me. There was a look of wonder on his face. He'd never paid attention to men in a sexual way before, and I didn't sense that he was trying to take over, so I let him explore.

He began to caress and kiss his way down my torso. It felt nice, so I let him continue. When he reached Mr. Happy, he stopped, and looked up at me. I knew he was looking for permission to continue, but I wanted him to ask for what he wanted.

"Sir, would it be okay if I sucked your cock again? You did say I need practice."

Now normally, I would say no. The sex happens when I say it happens. But he was so darn cute when he asked, I decided to cut him some slack.

"You can practice, and I'll give you instruction. But I won't let you get me off. In return for my consent, you will sleep with my dick in your mouth. If it gets hard while I sleep, you have my permission to start sucking again. But when I tell you to stop, you had best obey."

"Yes, sir."

I decided not to fuck his throat, and just let him do the work. As he said, he needed practice, and he wouldn't really get much if I required him to be passive. He was tentative in the beginning. I felt teeth twice, and we discussed using his lips to cover them. After that, I didn't feel any more teeth. Once we got past that, he started to do better. He focused on the head, and got better at finding the right spots.

Finally, I had him stop, as he was actually getting me close. This was much better than his first effort. He was listening to my instructions and acting on them with enthusiasm. I was frankly surprised. I still had no doubt he was straight, though naturally submissive. Pleasing me seemed to have become really important to him. I didn't mind that at all.

After I stopped him, we discussed deep throating. Once my near orgasm had abated, I put him to work practicing those skills. He eventually got to the point where he could get all the way down to my pubes with minimal gagging. He certainly wasn't ready for a monster cock, but we was doing fairly well with my average sized man meat.

I was sitting up in bed, and he was lying across my lap. As he worked Mr. Happy, I stroked his head, back, and ass. When he began to get me close I began fingering his boy twat. I felt him gasp around my cock. At that moment, I decided there would be sex, after all. I had him stop and explained what he would be doing next.

"Boy, I've decided you are going to fuck yourself on my cock. I am going to lock your wrists to the back of your collar. You will then straddle me. I will guide you onto my cock, and you will lower yourself down, until you feel my pubes on your ass. Give yourself a minute to adjust, and then you will start moving up and down on my rod. Do not let it come out of your ass. If you do, there will be punishment. With that cage on, there's no way you will cum. This is about my pleasure, not yours. I expect you to pound yourself hard."

"Yes, Sir."

I pulled his butt plug out, and he straddled me. He had trouble, of course. With his hands locked to the back of the collar, balance was an issue. And even though I was lining up my cock with his boy twat, it took him several tries to achieve penetration. But he managed it, and with a groan, he succeeded in lowering himself all the way down.

At first, riding up and down on my cock was difficult. He didn't have his hands available, and we were on a soft mattress that moved underneath us. I would catch him, when he started to lose his balance. But after a few minutes, he was able to figure it out, and began to ride my dick with a steady rhythm.

I didn't want him to be without a challenge, so I started playing with his beautiful body. I twisted nipples, squeezed butt cheeks, gave his neck another hickey, and pulled him in for another french kiss. Despite the distractions, he managed to keep me inside him for the whole ride. And while he didn't cum, I sure did!

"Lick me clean, boy"

He lay his aching, frustrated body across mine, as I continued to sit up in bed. While he was licking my cock and balls clean, I scooped some of my cum out of his ass, before replacing the butt plug. When he was done cleaning me, I fed him that cum. There was no hesitation. He ate it all. I'm not sure he knew it came out of his ass--he was in a daze, his eyes glazed over, and his groin gently humping the bed in frustration.

It was time for the next step in his training.

"Boy, I need to take a leak, and you need to take care of that for me."

He looked up at me with a cute and very bewildered look on his face.

"But how can I go for you, sir?"

"You're not going to go for me. You're going to save me a trip to the bathroom by drinking my piss. You do remember, I told you that would happen, right?"

That got his attention. His eyes were no longer glazed. He didn't look upset, but he did look anxious.

"Is there a problem, boy?"

"Will I be punished, if I spill some?"

"Absolutely."

"Could you maybe stand up, and I'll get on my knees? I'm afraid of messing up in this position."

"Very well. This one time, I'll grant that request. Once you've had the experience, you'll receive my piss from any position I dictate."

"Yes, Sir."

With his hands still connected to the back of his collar, it was a struggle for him to get up. But it was hot watching him. Finally, he got himself to the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me for a moment and smiled a shy embarrassed smile, then dropped to his knees. I took a step forward, placing my cock on his lips. He took it into his mouth, then looked up at me.

"Good boy. Maintain eye contact."

I began slowly, as he adapted to the dubious flavor and unfortunate smell, then began to swallow. I was frankly amazed he was adapting so quickly to his role as a sex slave. I suspected it was a combination of several things. Actual sex, of course. But also his very erotic response to humiliation and submission. Finally, and maybe most important, his intense need for affection. I figured sooner or (hopefully) later, he would want to move on to women. But it looked like I would own him for a period of time. This pleased me. It's not that often us granddaddy types are fortunate enough to have a hot young man submit to us--unless they're rent boys. And I can't afford rent boys!

As he seemed to have things under control, I let it flow. With us old guys, the flow isn't that impressive, so I figured he could handle it. And if he couldn't--punishment! The increase caught him by surprise, but he did his best to keep up. I thought he'd manage, but as I released the last of it, a small amount squirted out the side of his mouth, and landed on the wood floor.

"Aw crap!"

He immediately bent down and licked it up. I suspect after his experience with me today, he would be keeping his floors extra clean! He looked up at me. But no pleading eyes this time. Just a look of resignation. Good. Progress in his training. As he'd nearly made it, and had not balked at taking my piss, I wasn't going to be too hard on him.

"As you nearly made it, and submitted without hesitation, your punishment won't involve pain--at least not from me."

He moaned at that. He could see what was coming.

"I will leave you as you are now. Naked, cock caged, collared, and wrists bound to the back of your collar. Plus I will reconnect the spreader bar, and lock the butt plug. I don't think I told you, but the butt plug can be locked in place with a key. The cleaning crew will be able to use your mouth if they choose, but not your ass."

"Thank you, Sir."

Good. He was grateful that his punishment wasn't worse, rather than whining about what he would be subjected to. I like a boy with a good attitude.

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We got up around nine. I released my boy's wrists from the collar, so he could make breakfast. Once we'd finished and my new fuck toy had washed and put away the dishes, I sent him to shower and clean himself out. One of the nice things about stainless restraints, as opposed to leather, is you can get them wet. So I didn't have to set my boy free, when he showered.

When he was done, I locked his wrists back to the collar, locked the butt plug and spreader bar in place, removed the cock cage to clean it and dry his junk, gave him some serious nut taps to shrink his cute little dick, and locked the cage back in place.

I then wrote a note for the cleaning crew:

To The Cleaning Crew:

This boy is my new sex slave. He is being punished. Please do not attempt to free him or fuck him. He is available for blow jobs, should one or more of you wish. He's new to all this, and needs the practice. If he is damaged in any way, I will hold all of you responsible. You wouldn't like that.

Master

I didn't show the note to my slave, but told him to point it out to the cleaning crew.

"Boy, as you're into tech stuff, I'm guessing you may have one or more miniature cameras?"

"Yes, master."

"Where are they?"

He told me and I set them up, so I would have a video of whatever the cleaning crew did. He told me when the crew normally finished, and I assured him I would be back about an hour after that. I have modest tech skills myself, and set his cameras up for live stream on a private channel.

I would take my bike ride through the park trails in the morning, then set up my laptop at the local coffee shop to watch the action. I told my boy all of this, so that he would not be in panic mode. There was relief on his face, as he thanked me.

I ruffled my bound and naked slave's hair, kissed his forehead, grabbed his keys, and left for my ride.

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