Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2020 15:11:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Breaking Brice:  Installment 2

Jay had been at his new position for just about 6 months.  He had to
admit, Mel Miller had "done right" by him.  The new job came with a 20%
salary increase and, while Jay thought Miller was underwriting the
increase, he couldn't say for sure.

              His work was interesting, and his co-workers were extremely
nice.  The one issue for Jay, was the lack of erotic stimulation he had
gotten at his old job.  No stunners here, not even anyone even marginally
hot.  He missed those walks around the office, followed by a short
reverie, or a detour to the men's room for some "self care" as he
thought of what he would do to Vince, or Drew, or Peter, or Al, but
mostly Brice.  Yeah, Brice showed up in those fantasies the most.

              The extra money had allowed Jay to buy a house in the
country.  A member of the D/s community was moving to the West Coast, and
he had put his place up for sale.  Jay and his friend had laughed at the
closing.  Rather than buying a house with a "finished basement", Jay
had bought one with a "finished dungeon."  State of the art.  All the
toys you could ask for, and even three cages.  Jay had taken "guests"
to his country house for the weekend a few times, and had enjoyed himself
immensely.  Two hours away, but worth it.  Every now and then, he fell
asleep thinking of Brice in one of those cages.

              "Hmmm,"  Jay thought one day.  Didn't Brice live about
1.5 hours from the office.  That would mean that he was closer to the
dungeon house, as Jay called it, than the office.  A quick check
confirmed it.  More fantasy material for Jay.

              The ring of his phone brought Jay out of his day dream.
"Jay speaking.  How can I help you?"

              "You can let me buy you a drink, that's how."  Jay heard
the deep, familiar voice of Brice.  Immediately, Jay was on his guard.

              "Brice, I have to admit, this is a very big surprise.  I
hope you're doing well."

              "You recognized my voice.  Well, I'm glad.  I thought you
had forgotten all of us.  None of us hear from you anymore."

              Jay laughed to himself.  In fact, he kept in touch with
about a half dozen people at his old office, and every now and then, Mr.
Miller called to check up on him.  Brice wanted something.  That was for
sure.

              "Well, you know we lowly paralegals simply need to know
our place around you attorneys, don't we.  It would probably be unseemly
for us to call an attorney.  It might very well be regarded as..., oh, I
don't know, unwanted flirting or harassment.  Know what I mean, Brice?
I mean, it could even lose me my job here."

              Anyone who passed Jay's office -- because now he had a
small office rather than a cubicle -- would have seen the smug smile on
his face.  And anyone who had listened in on the call would have
"heard" the silence from Brice's end.  Jay broke the silence for him.

              "Not that YOU'D ever do that, now would you?"  More
silence.  "Brice, are you still on the line?  Because if you are, sure ,
a drink might be fun.  But not today though.  Tuesdays are busy for me.
Maybe tomorrow, after work?"

              Brice began to recover  "Uh, sure, yeah.  Great.  Where
should we meet?"

              Jay couldn't quite believe how much fun this was.  "How
about Brady's?  You know Brady's , don't you?  It's the bar you went
running from when you saw me."

              Again, silence from Brice.  Jay filled it in again.  "you
know, as I think about it, my bad. Brady's might be tough after work.
Every homosexual in downtown heads there.  There's a place near my
apartment called `peek a boo'.   Mixed crowd:  boys, girls, gay,
straight.  You'll probably be more comfortable there.  6 o'clock
tomorrow?"

              "Guys  AND girls?"

              "Yes Brice, both.  I promise.  You can google the bar.
You'll see."

              "Ok, Jay, I trust you.  6 o'clock.  I'll meet you
there."

              "I look forward to it," Jay answered.  He couldn't
resist one more jab.  "Oh, this is probably inappropriate flirting, but
if you wear that black leather jacket I've seen you wear, I may not be
able to control myself.  "  When there was more silence, Jay just added
"see you manana,"  and hung up.

              Jay began laughing so hard  after the call, he had to close
his door.  Brice might be attractive, but he was a real meathead.  Now,
what to do?  There were so many different approaches he could take, which
one was the right one?  Which one would get Brice in his control?

              As he savored the possibilities, Jay realized he was harder
than he had been in weeks.


              As 6pm got closer, Jay found himself getting more and more
excited.  Brice drove everywhere, so he'd have a car.  Jay had
requested, and had received, the next two days off.  It was, essentially,
a 4 day weekend.  It had never taken him 4 days to break even the most
reluctant straight guy, and Brice was far from reluctant.

              Jay had spoken to his friends at the old firm, and with one
all, he learned that Brice had been promoted to partner just a few weeks
ago, and that he still lived in that house, 90 minutes away.  Still
single.  He also learned that, after a closed door chat with Mr. Miller,
right after Jay had left, Brice had come out looking , as Jay's friend
put it  "like he had gotten a spanking."  Jay remembered that, because
while spanking hadn't been on the menu for the weekend, it could be
added.

              Jay got to Peek a Boo a half hour early.  He wanted to make
sure that he had as private a booth as possible. Then he spoke to the
bartender, Sean.  He and Sean had played together in the past, and Sean
still wore one of Jay's cock rings.  It had taken him less than an
evening to get Sean to submit.  Now, he had a big, ginger boy who took
his orders.  Tonight, those orders included putting "something special"
in Brice's second round drink.

              He saw Brice walk in.   DAMN he looked good.   Blue oxford
shirt, tight.  One of his skinny ties, the gray corduroy's that always
made Jay think of what he could do to the ass wearing them.  And the
black leather jacket.  "Well played Brice.  You DO want something,"
Jay thought to himself.  This was going to be easy.

              Brice walked over to the booth, looking slightly
uncomfortable.  "Relax  Brice.  This isn't Brady's.  No one's gonna
jump you.  And there's a booth of single women on the other side of the
room."  Jay had absolutely NO intention of making Brice feel relaxed,
and he could tell that Brice was far from at ease.

              "Can I sit here?"  Brice pointed to the bench opposite
Jay.  "Brice, you can sit on the table , you can sit on my lap, you can
sit at the bar alone if you want.  But you look so good in that jacket, I
hope you'd sit here."  Brice managed a weak smile.

              "You always liked this jacket, didn't you Jay?"

              "I like it when you wear it, Brice.  The man makes the
outfit."  Jay was smirking inside, because Brice's discomfort was
evident.   Making Brice squirm was TOO easy.    "Now,  in case you
didn't know, THAT'S flirting Brice"  The color went out of Brice's
face.  Jay went on  .  "Yeah, I know what you said.  Miller told me.  I
don't know why you did, and I won't ask why.  You need to know that I
do know."    If there were ANY color left in  Brice's face, it drained
after Jay told him that.

              "Can we talk about that over our drinks?"  Brice asked
"I need some fortification."    Jay nodded  "Of course."  He signaled
to the waiter.  Brice ordered an IPA -- no surprise there -- Jay had some
white wine.    When the drinks came, Jay  said  "So, I think we probably
should toast you, but why don't you tell me your news."

              Brice tried a smile  "Well, I got a promotion.  I'm a
partner now."

              "Brice, that's terrific.  You worked hard for it.
Congratulations."  He held out his hand.  Brice looked at Jay  "A
handshake?  All I get is a handshake?  I've seen you hug people for
passing exams."

              Jay tried to process this.  Brice was asking for a hug.
The man who got him fired... was asking for a hug.  Ok, in the interest of
his plans, he got up.  "Well, as long as you promise not to complain
about harassment."  He got hold of  Brice's necktie, and pulled it
gently.  "Get up stud.  Hug it out."


              Brice looked relieved, and they hugged.  During the
embrace, Jay moved his hand down to the ass he admired so much, and
gently pushed his knee into Brice's crotch.  Yup.  Hard.  And not a
flinch when his hand touched.  This was getting more and more
interesting.  Maybe he didn't need that "special drink?"  NAH.  Let's
stick with the plan, he thought.

              After they sat down again, Jay asked  "So, Brice, what's
this all about.  Why the drink?  You can tell me why you lied to Miller
later, but I think it's time you started talking, partner."


              Brice hesitated, then began  "Well, remember when you saw
me at that bar"

              "Yeah, Brady's.   You ran out before I could say hello."

              "Well, I've been back a few times.  And the last time, I
guess I was a little drunk, and I began making out with another guy."

              "And?  If you think you're surprising me, you're not.  I
just assumed you were sleeping with guys AND girls."

              Brice ignored the comment, and continued  "The guy kissed
me the way I kiss women, Jay"

              Jay started to laugh  "You mean he wasn't very good at
it?"  Brice looked hurt, and Jay added  "Sorry, stud.  Secretaries
talk.  But if you mean he stuck his tongue down your throat, what's the
problem?  You didn't like it?"

              "No, the problem is , I DID like it."

              "How is that a problem, Brice?"

              "Well,  that's something GAY guys do."

              Brice was beginning to make Jay want to torture him more.
"Well, no, it's something folks who like being passive do.  It's not a
gay thing. "

              "Jay, aren't you listening?  I don't know what this
means."

              "What it means is that you like being kissed by guys, and
you like being passive.  It's not hard to understand.  "

              Brice almost looked sick.  "I DON'T like guys.  And I
sure don't like being called passive.  I know what top and bottom means,
and I'm always on top."

              It was like a chess match for Jay.  He could see three or
four moves ahead.  "Tell you what,  Brice?  I like you.  I don't care
if you're straight, gay, bi, whatever.  You're a dope, and you're a
calculating son of a bitch, but I like you.  Stay for another round.
I'll buy."

              Being called a calculating son of a bitch seemed to raise
Brice's spirits  "Sure.  One more before home."


              Jay signaled Sean with a thumbs up.  "OK, Brice.  Now, let
me be honest.  I've been through this game with other straight guys
before.  So before you ask, do you want me to point out who I know is gay
and who I know isn't?  Just say so."

              The drinks arrived.  "No Jay, I don't really care.  I
just really want to spend more time with you.  I miss you at the office.
I  know you were checking me out every day, and I liked it.  You were
more popular than me.  In fact,  you still are.  Seeing you walk by every
day made me feel good.  It let me brag to the other guys that you were
cruising me."

              It almost made Jay regret what he was about to do, but
didn't.  "Oh, you're gonna be spending more time with me Brice.  Lots
more time."  Brice tried to ask a question, but he began to feel woozy.
"Jay, did you spike my drink?"  was the last thing he said before he
blacked out

              When Brice woke up, he couldn't move his arms.  He
realized his wrists were tied behind his back, and his ankles were tied
as well.  When he  tried to speak, he couldn't.  He felt his necktie
wrapped around his mouth.  He could tell he was lying on his side on the
backseat of his car, and the car was moving.