Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2022 20:19:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Cory hooks a sub - installment 1 (authoritarian)

Cory and frank met at a party.  They were both horny and on the make that
night, but neither one of them expected what happened... to happen!  They
both thought, at best, they'd get a one night stand with someone
forgettable out of the evening.  What's the line?  "The best laid plans
of tops and bottoms oft go awry"
The party was one given by a couple who had been together for about 17
years, and married for about 13.  Jake, a Professor of Physics, and best
selling author, had met his future husband anthony when anthony was
competing in a body building competition (amateur), that Jake's former
lover and good friend Jon, had taken him to.  As Jake would tell the
story, laughingly,  "it was lust at first sight"  for him.  anthony took
a little longer, but they were soon sharing Jake's big apartment, with
anthony's golden lab (they were on their third one now), with their roles
very well defined:  Jake was the top and the DOM, and he expected anthony
to follow his rules.  Jake's strong sense of discipline brought out the
best in anthony.  It might surprise people who don't know D/s
relationships very well, but being sexually dominated by Jake brought out
anthony's independence everywhere else.  Soon, this handsome blond/red
head developed an interest in going back to school, and he eventually
became the second PhD in the family.  After that, he became the second
professor.  Jake's filed was theoretical physics, and anthony's was
theology.  He would laugh  "in a way, we both study the same thing."
 (You can read more about them in a story called "Jake's boys").
The party they were giving was actually one Jake had planned with another
ex-lover, Pete, because anthony had received tenure.  He had made his way
through "publish or perish" and while he wasn't a full professor yet,
like Jake, he would be an associate professor with tenure.  It was
something he never thought would happen - just like he thought the man of
his dreams would never ask him to marry him.

Now, that's all by way of background.  Let's go to how frank and Cory
figure into the story.  frank was a research librarian at the main
library for the university where Jake and anthony taught.  He spent his
days assisting helpless undergrads who had reached the limits of their on
line research capabilities, and grad students who were looking for
references that weren't on line and never would be.  He'd finish his work
and spend time at the gym.  He went 2, sometimes 3 hours a day.  It
showed.  frank had resigned himself to the fact that he'd never have a
sixpack, but his arms were big and muscular:  if he wore short sleeves,
you'd wonder if the fabric would hold them, and if he wore one of his
tailored sweaters or shirts, you would see all his muscles as well.  He
kept his black curly hair cut short, and while he didn't have a moustache
or beard, he always - ALWAYS - had the sense of a developing beard.  It
was something like 5 o'clock shadow, but maybe a little stronger.  He was
hairy all over:  his chest, arm, leg and pube hair all reflected the
short curly hair on his head:  dark, and kinky.
He wasn't a tall man:  maybe 5'8", but "built like a brick shit house"
would be a good way to characterize him.  He had a big, bright smile,
that he used when he met someone he , in his words  'wanted to spend more
time with."  That didn't happen very often:  he was picky.  And his build
suggested "top man" to many people, and frank was anything BUT a top
man.  When a guy he liked would say something like  "but I thought YOU'D
be the one to fuck ME"  frank would find himself, the next day or soon
thereafter, sitting down with his "gal pal" Thelma wondering  "WHY THE
FUCK AM I DOING ALL THESE DAMN SQUATS IF NO ONE ADMIRES MY ASS."
 Thelma, used to hearing frank's "first world sex problems," as she put
it, would blow across her tea ( a tisane actually:  dried blood orange
peel and rose petals), and say something like  "Maybe you simply need to
make clear that you want to get drilled, darling. "
"BUT I DO. THEY DON'T LISTEN."  Thelma sighed.  "And now you know how
women feel every day."
Anyhow, frank used the university gym.  Why not?  It was well equipped,
clean, and... you never know who you might meet there.  And that's where
he met anthony.  frank was bench pressing as anthony walked by.  He was
drenched in sweat, clearly at the end of a workout and, that day, he had
taken off the chain collar he wore - which would have identified him to
frank IMMEDIATELY as a sub (the wedding ring anthony wore didn't concern
frank: he had slept with "married" men before),  and frank could have
sworn anthony smiled at him as he walked by . He did.  anthony smiled at
everyone.  The smile, anthony's hairy body (frank didn't know that it was
two days from anthony's every other week full body shave, at the hands of
Jake), his build, and frank's active imagination brought him to:  "I
wanna get fucked by this man."  That all went out like air out of a
balloon when he saw anthony put the slave collar on in the locker room,
and begin to squeeze into the tight clothes that Jake liked.  As his body
developed, Jake insisted that anthony wear clothing at least a size, and
sometimes two sizes too small.  He got noticed.  frank noticed him
again.  He noticed him so thoroughly that anthony began laughing.
"You know, you'd be a more effective cruiser if you were more discreet
about it."  He walked over to frank who was now blushing to his roots.
"I appreciate the attention, but this is real."  He held up his wedding
ring.  "And so is this." Now he fingered the lock on his chain.  "I'm
very flattered.  You're a sexy man, but if you REALLY want to pursue
this, you have to check with my husband, Jake."
Now frank was REALLY uncomfortable.  "Are you... are you Professor Gold's
husband."
"Guilty as charged."
frank had had a crush on Jake for a million years.  He understood nothing
about the physics that were Jake's specialty, but Jake's popularity as a
writer and his openness about his lifestyle, had made him well known to
everyone.  He was, as one writer had put it  "the pin up guy of the
academic crowd."  For frank, he was more than that:  WAY more than that.
He had masturbated, way more than once, thinking about Professor Gold
tying him down, and edging him to the point where frank yelled  "PLEASE
SIR.  I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT."   Now, frank was thinking that he'd do
anything for either of them.  But... anthony had just made clear:  he was
a bottom, he was a sub.  The two of them?  frank remembered what a good
friend had said to him once about the two of them in bed together  "we'd
kick each other to death."
"I'm sorry.  I just couldn't help myself.  So if you're.. if you're
Professor Gold's husband then.... "
"Yup.  I'm a professor here too.  Theology.  Cross your fingers for me.
Tenure decision this month. By the way, I don't know your name but you
know mine.  That seems unfair.
"Ffffff frank.  I'm frank.  I work in the libraries here."  anthony
smiled.   He held out a business card.
"frank, tell you what?  Let me check with Jake to see if it's ok.  Maybe
we can have coffee together or something.  He's not keen on me hanging
out with top men unless he's there but..." he grinned mischievously.  "If
I tell him you thought I was a top, he'd probably be ok with it."
Jake was.  He was so ok with it that he tied anthony down that night and
shaved him ahead of schedule.  Then he fucked anthony HARD.  The thought
that someone else was interested in his sub brought out the animal in
Jake, and anthony knew it would.
As anthony moaned  "Oh yes Sir.  Yes Sir Jake.  Why would I even THINK
another cock should get in me? NO.  Just yours.  I'm
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOURS..."  He trailed off because he could feel Jake's jizz
filling him.
"OH GOD SIR.  That was one of the best. EVER."
Jake smiled.  "Invite your friend over.  Let's see if..."
A dinner date followed.  frank wasn't Jake's type, so a threesome never
happened; but frank and anthony became gym buddies and coffee dates.  And
when anthony received a positive tenure decision,  of course he invited
frank to the party.  "Probably lots of tops there, frank.  Jake knows a
LOT of people."
Jake did.  Cory wasn't one of them.  He knew who Cory was, and so did
anthony:  Cory had purchased a closed restaurant near the university, and
had resuscitated it.  He had jokingly named it after a line in an old
humor article  "Casa della Maison" because his cuisine was "eclectic."
You could get pizza there.  Or baked snails.  Or both.  (No one had ever
asked for a snail pizza yet, but if they did, Cory would have made sure
they got it).  He had a moustache, and he was turning gray.  At 45, his
body needed more work than he could give it, but he did go to the gym as
often as he could.  He was toned, without being overly "jacked."  He
would joke that his "jack" was his cock:  10.5 inches.  When erect, it
went to about 11:  "a shower not a grower," as they say.  He had met
Jake's old lover Jon one night at a club.  An affair followed:  like
frank, Cory had no trouble with sleeping with married men, and Jon's
relationship with Gunther allowed for that.  So, when Jake invited Jon to
the tenure party,  Gunther was out of town.  Cory went as his date.

Cory knew almost no one at the party, and many of the people who were
there were academics:  they didn't pay much attention to "that restaurant
guy" if they knew who he was.  None of them knew that Cory had gone into
the restaurant business after getting his PhD in economics. The day after
he defended his dissertation, he left academia forever.  A series of
events not relevant here brought him into the restaurant business, and a
fondness for, as he put it,  "the grad student look" had brought his
restaurant to the area around the university.  His "assets" kept him
busy, but he hadn't met  "the one".  He and Jon had been talking about
that.
"Maybe you're gonna realize one day, Cory Sir, that a grad student is not
gonna keep you interested.  Too callow."
Cory sighed.  "You're right.  But they're so.... GOD, they're like fruit
just before it gets overripe and.... I can't resist."   Jon laughed.
"There'll be some at the party.  Maybe you'll find the perfect peach."

About an hour into the party, Cory took Jon aside.
"Remember what you told me about the perfect peach?  I think I found
it."  He pointed to frank, who was talking with anthony and a few other
people.  frank knew how to present himself well: his designer jeans were
skin tight, and so was the bright red polo shirt he was wearing, that
outlined his nipples, his biceps, everything. anthony was dressed soberly
that night, so it was hard for anyone to take his eyes off of frank.
"THAT ASS.  That may be the perfect ass! Who is he?" Cory asked.  Jon
shrugged his shoulders.
"No idea.  I've never seen him before.  Gimme a minute.  Chat up someone
else, and I'll see if I can run some reconnaissance for you. "  Cory
bounced around the party, grinning as he heard two academics talking
about economic theory.  He thought about joining in, but.... he felt Jon
tug on his elbow.
"He's a friend of anthony.  Name is frank.  He works in the libraries
here."  Jon dropped his voice.  "He's single, and a bottom.  More than
that, I dunno."
"Thanks," was Cory's reply.  "At some point tonight, I'm gonna make a
move on him. "
He got his chance about half hour later.  frank had been sitting on a
love seat with someone, who got up to get a drink.  Cory moved in, smiled
at frank and put his arm behind frank on the sofa.
"So, I wanted to ask you something ," Cory began.  "There's a debate
going on here tonight:  what's a man's most erogenous zone?  Some are
saying nipples, some are saying lips, some are saying ears... What do you
think?"
frank gave this guy a look.  Not bad. A little direct, but not bad. "And
he's flirting with me," he thought.  His mind raced for a minute as he
thought about flirting back, until he said  to himself  "sure.  Why not?"
"Well, I can't speak for men in general.  I know mine though."  Then he
smiled.  "He took the bait " Cory thought "Ok.  Start playing him.  Sink
the hook."
"So, what IS yours?"
"Oh, I don't just give that kind of info away." frank smiled his big
smile and turned.  As he did, his biceps flexed, and Cory began to think
about how much fun it would be to have this hunk underneath him.
"So I'd have to find out?"
"Unless I told you.  And that's something I'm not doing."
"Is that an invitation for me to try to find out?"  frank smiled, and
said  "maybe."
"Hook's going in.  GOOD."  Cory had a plan.  First he introduced himself,
and frank did the same.
"frank, how's this sound.  I betcha I can name five things that get you
hot and bothered.  If I can name five, without a mistake, you gotta give
me a chance to find your most erogenous spot."  He smiled.  "I already
think I know what it is."
"REALLY?  Do tell?"
"AH.  Dynamics shifting"  Cory thought.  "Set the hook like dad taught
you."
"Nope.  You told me I had to find out.  If you're not interested.... "
He moved to get up.  "I'll take my soft ten somewhere else."   Cory saw
the look on frank's face.
"You'll have to prove that."  frank WAS a size queen, and he hadn't had
ten in... he couldn't remember.
"I will.  Let's play."
frank smiled, cocked his head and folded his arms. "Go for it."
"Ok...."  Cory smiled.  "Number one.  Kinda obvious from what you're
wearing.  Nipples.  Tits.  Whatever you wanna call them.  I bet if I
touched them, I'd get a rise outta you."  frank snorted.
"Yeah, that was too easy.  And the thought of touching them seems to have
gotten a rise outta you." Indeed, Cory was beginning to bulge.
"Could VERY WELL be ten," frank thought.
"Number two.  Ears.  I bet a tongue in your ear drives you wild."
It did, and frank felt a twinge in his own cock.  Every man attacked his
ears, and some were better at it than others.  He suspected this Cory guy
was VERY good at it.
"OK, you knocked down two easy ones.  You said five though.  "
Cory felt the hook sink into frank and continued.  "Number three.  I'd
say a guy like me with his scruff, could rub your neck and make you feel
quite out of control."
He was right again.  frank thought of the guys who had been REALLY good
at scruffing, especially that guy after the Halloween party who was..."
"OK, three down, but those are easy.  What's number four?"
"Well number four... Have you ever heard the expression 'my taint'?
"Yeah, because it's not your ass and not your cock. That line of flesh."
Cory dropped his voice.  "What would happen if my tongue touched yours?"
"I might cum all over your face," slipped out of frank before he knew
it.  He blushed and Cory laughed.
"Well, just telling me I was 4 for  4 would have been enough."
"ha ha. Maybe you'll find out, maybe you won't. You have to guess one
more. "
"Just one more? Hmmm.  I have a feeling that there are about twenty I
could pick and win, but...." Cory was wearing a thin jacket.  "Tell you
what frank?  Put your hand in my right pocket and feel what's in there.
I bet it gets you excited."
Cory never went anywhere without his handcuffs.  He had thoughts of using
them on Jon later that night but now... He saw the look on frank's face
as he ran his fingers over the cuffs.
"Hand cuffs?  You'd use them on me?"
"Damn right. And I won.  So if you have a jacket, go and get it
because..."  Cory dropped his voice again.
"I am going to take you home with me right now, and within an hour, I'm
gonna be fucking you so hard you're gonna wish I had gagged you."  He saw
frank's face and laughed.
"Geez.  I just went six for six."
"I'll go get my coat, Sir."  frank said, smiling.  As he went off, Cory
walked around saying his goodbyes. Jon smiled:  he had seen the whole
thing.  So had anthony.  He whispered to Jake that frank was probably
gonna be hurting the next morning.
"He's not gonna be the only one, you sexy strawberry blond."  Jake
grinned.  "Maybe people will leave soon."
frank came back, his leather jacket on over his bright red shirt.  He
said good night to anthony and Jake and thanked them for the party,
congratulating anthony again.
"Call me tomorrow afternoon, frank.  I wanna hear about your night."
Cory looked at them.  "He may not be in a position to talk by tomorrow
afternoon." He looked at Jake.  "He knows what I mean."  Jake gave him
the thumbs up as he walked out with frank.  If his cock could grow to 11,
it was getting there now.  So was frank's 7.