Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2022 16:19:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Cory Hooks a sub - installment 5

Cory and frank hadn't gotten together for several days - not since Cory
had put the green ball spreader on frank.  They had talked, and frank was
nervous.  Cory would ask about how superboy felt to have been beaten ,
and then he'd mention the "reminder:"  the ball spreader.  The first time
Cory brought it up, frank thought  "Oh, shit, it's in my gym bag," except
it wasn't.   He remembered taking it off in the gym when he was talking
to anthony - he had even felt a twinge when he began to get hard being so
close to that beautiful man- and he could've SWORN that he collected it
with his gym stuff.   He went through his hamper.  He went through his
drawer.  Nothing.  The next day, he was lucky to get the locker he always
used, and he hoped that the ring was there.  It wasn't.  He checked with
lost and found.  No luck.    What was he going to do?

"Now that I've taken your powers, superstud, there's very little you can
do about me taking anything I want, is there?" Cory's voice was taunting
and the sound of it, plus the scenario, were turning frank on.
"No Sir.  Not a thing."  Cory gave a malevolent little laugh.
"Well, tomorrow, I'm gonna have my way with superboy's alter ego.  I'm
gonna make him do things that he'd be ashamed to tell his mother about.
But he's gonna love every single one of them."  His voice dropped to a
low whisper  "because now I know... superboy is just a big
superBOTTOM."
"yes sir.  You're right."  While Cory was taunting him on the phone,
frank had opened his zipper and was working on his cock.  He wondered
what it would've felt like if the spreader were on.  "What the hell am I
gonna do?"  he thought, and his erection disappeared.
"Sir, I'm sorry.  You're making me so hot but... I have a washing machine
full of my gym stuff and..."
"Keep the one you wear tomorrow, supersub.  It'll make a good gag."
"Yes sir."
"And don't forget what I told you to do."
"I didn't Sir.  I remembered."  Cory had told frank that while he thought
he was brutally hot in the black and red clothes he wore, he wasn't very
fond of his white outfits. The t shirts were ok, and the polos were too,
but the dress shirts?  "They don't suit you.  No, if you could wear wife
beaters all the time.  But I bet you'd look like a first class STUD in
blue."
"Yes sir.  I'll get a blue shirt."
"GOOD.  Make sure it fits you well."
The shirt did.  frank had gone out with Thelma to help him pick it.  They
settled on a long sleeve number in a sky blue color, with black buttons.
"I've gotta suck my gut in to close it, Thelm,"  frank moaned.
"GOOD.  Now you know what every woman in the world has felt like before a
date with her man.  Don't tuck it in.  If he makes you tuck it in, that's
a different story, but wait for him to tell you."
"White jeans, Thelm?"  She laughed.  "Sure.  It's not Memorial Day yet,
so you'll give him a reason to punish you.  I sure as shit would if you
wore white during the colder months."  She put her hand on frank's ass as
he was paying for the shirt, and every woman who saw it was very, VERY
jealous.  Thelma?  She was just thinking that Cory was a lucky man to be
able to get such a fine ass.

frank opened the door when he heard Cory's knock.  The plan was to "mess
around," as Cory said  and then go to dinner.  Then to "mess around"
again.
"You know, stud.  Like kits playing hero and villain games.  Only the
hero's gonna lose and.. I'm playing the villain."
"It sounds very hot Sir.  Do you have a plan?"
"Heh heh.  I ALWAYS have a plan, frank.  ALWAYS."
frank saw that Cory had worn a black shirt and black jeans:  remnants
from his days when he waited tables at another restaurant.  He had left
the bow tie home, and had simply opened two buttons, the way frank had
with his blue shirt.
"Hi.  Can I help you? " frank smiled.
"You can help me by stepping back, closing the door, and putting your
hands behind your back, bitch."  Cory snarled.
"I'm not sure if I want to," frank answered, just before Cory grabbed a
handful of flesh through the pec areas of the new shirt.
"I SAID get those hands behind your back, superboy.  You think you're
fooling me with your secret identity." frank saw that Cory had the pair
of green handcuffs in his hand.  He gulped.
"You... you... How did you find out?"
"I have my ways, pretty boy."  frank resisted, but the cuffs went on
behind his back, and then Cory began kissing him while his thumbs roamed
over frank's tits.
"Whether you're superboy, or frank the body builder, you're still hot...
and you're still mine."
"Yes... yes sir.  You're right."
"You're fucking helpless, stud. The cuffs, and of course, the little
surprise I gave superboy.   Did you think that superboy's submission
didn't apply to his alter ego?"
Now frank was nervous.  Clearly Cory hadn't forgotten.
"I... I need to tell you something Sir."
"What you have to do is answer my question, fuckboy.  Then what you have
to do is get set to get your ass FUCKED as hard as it's ever been fucked
before."
"No, Sir... I really. I really.  "
"Where'd you put that jock, big mouth?"  The thought of having a smelly
jock stuffed in his mouth was making frank "drunk" and everything went
out of his head.
"It's in the bedroom, Sir."
"THERE.  Get in there.  NOW."
"Yes sir, but... "
When they were in the bedroom, Cory saw the used jock.  He smelled it.
"Good and rank.  I knew superboy was a sweating kinda guy."  He balled it
up and stuffed it into frank's mouth.  Then Cory surprised frank by
grabbing his ankles and cuffing them with a second set of shackles he had
with him.
"UGGGGGGGGGGH"  frank groaned when Cory pulled his legs closer to his
bound wrists, and he felt rope joining the two of them.  Then Cory turned
him on his side.
"Look at this hot, hot stud.  Looks a lot like superboy, only hogtied.
And gagged. And helpless."
"nnnnnggmpppahdhdhdhdddddddd."  Cory began opening frank's shirt.  He
dropped his mouth to frank's left nipple and began to chew, just as he
put his hand on frank's crotch.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"  frank began to moan.  He had
forgotten about the ball spreader, and now, as Cory began unzipping
frank's pants, he struggled in frustration.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH.  My supersub doesn't want me handling his cock,
HMMMMMMMMMMM?"  Cory saw that frank was sweating profusely and his eyes
were pleading.  That only made Cory hornier, and he slipped his hand
inside frank's thong.
That's when he noticed that the spreader wasn't there.  frank's moans,
and his look , and his perspiration all told Cory:  frank didn't want him
to know.  Cory was upset.  He was more than upset:  he was pissed.  If
frank were gonna be his sub, he was SUPPOSED to do what Cory told him to
do, and Cory had been clear: that spreader stayed on.
"Play with it," Cory told himself.  "play with it for now.  You'll have a
chance to...."  He didn't finish the thought.  He just grinned.
"Well, well, well, supercheat.  I KNOW that you couldn't get a kryptonite
ring off your cock, so someone must have done it for you, huh?"  frank
looked at him beseechingly, and shook his head no.  Cory responded by
stroking frank very very slowly.
"You WILL tell me frank.  And then... I'll have my bitch AND his
abettor."  He smiled.  "I bet it was that other sub:  that blond
anthony.  HE did it, didn't he?"
frank didn't indicate a yes or no.  He didn't know what Cory was doing ,
but for the first time that night, he stopped worrying, and he stopped
sweating.
"Well, there's plenty of kryptonite where that came from, and a few green
clothespins on those nipples and a kryptonite vibrator up your butt...
and you'll tell me anything I want.  For now, though... what I want is...
Your ass."
Cory opened the hogtie, and rolled frank on his belly.
"Gonna take you like the animal you are, superCUNT"  . Cory hadn't
planned to do things this way, because frank had told him he preferred to
get fucked on his back more than his belly but... he deserved this.
frank knew he was getting fucked this way as punishment but... GOD it
felt good to have Cory in him.  He thought for sure that Cory was gonna
just get up and leave.  Instead, he RAMMED his cock into the bound man
and began pounding his ass.
"KEEP YOUR FUCKING FACE IN THE PILLOW SUPERBOTTOM"  Cory pushed frank's
neck down so he couldn't see the anger and tears in his face.  This could
very well be the last time he fucked frank, and it was going to be ONE
helluva fuck.  And it was.  "I thought he was gonna tear me in half"
frank told both Thelma and anthony the next day, and he just tried to
sink into the combination of Cory's thorough fucking and his working of
his tits.  He could hear the "swat" of Cory's hips hitting his ass, and
felt him increase the tempo.
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph"  frank's moans moved to an
almost desperate pitch before Cory pulled out and then RAMMED in once
before shooting DEEP into frank's ass.

Then, his horniness dealt with, Cory needed to get out.  He grabbed
frank's wrists and undid the handcuffs, but grabbed a piece of rope and
tied them.  It wasn't a tight tie, but it was enough, especially with
Cory leaning on them as he whispered into frank's ear.
"You'll figure out how to get out of this without too much trouble.  What
you MIGHT have trouble figuring out, is explaining to me why you're not
wearing my spreader.  "  He got up off the bed, and frank moaned,
screaming into the gag as Cory got dressed.
"You'll be fine.  Maybe I'll look up Thelma and ask her to come and look
after you."  frank had stopped screaming and moaning.  He just looked
scared and anxious.  Cory twisted the little curl on his forehead.
"Just like the little girl who had a single curl right in the middle of
her forehead. When she was bad, she was HORRID."  He kissed frank's
forehead.
"Too bad.  I thought you were the one."  He gathered his stuff, and
left.

"That may have been the stupidest thing I ever did,"  Cory thought to
himself as he started walking away from frank's apartment.  He began to
think about all the things he COULD have done, and didn't.  He got angry,
jealous, and....
"YOU FUCKED IT UP AGAIN"  was what he heard a voice screaming in his
ear.
"C'est la vie,"  he shrugged his shoulders.  He didn't want to go home,
so he walked to the restaurant.  He shook his head:  he was dressed like
a restaurant worker, and there was probably something he could do there.

"THELMA!  It's frank."
"I KNOW honey.  No one pierces my eardrums the way you do.  Wassup?"
"Thel....  I think Cory just broke up with me."
"SAY WHAT?  WHAT THE... Did he catch you cheating or something?  Are you
still eyeing that blond hottie?"
"NO.  Nothing like that.  But.. I misunderstood something  and...."
"What did you misunderstand, frankie? Cause that'd be a first. "
He told Thelma what had happened, and he could hear her snorting.
"NAH.  You did NOT misunderstand nothing.  You just got cold feet.  Or
cold dick.  Or cold something.  Fact is, baby cakes, you weren't sure if
you wanted to be his sub and... "
"I DO.  I DO . "
"Well, then you're gonna have to do something to fix it.  If he lets
you."  She paused.  "Cause lemme tell you, superboy, finding a man who
knows how to take charge... no easy thing these days.  Everyone's a
bloody princess.  My last date:  he wanted me to wear a strap on."
"Thel, you LIKE wearing a strap on."
"True, but you're missing the point.  "
"You also like to be in control Thelma."
"Hmmm.  Also true.  Let's focus back on you.  Whatcha gonna do?"
"I dunno.  I'm... I miss him already."
"Try to take the night off honey.  Maybe go and have a drink or
something. "
"Should I try to find him?"
"You want him that bad?"
"Thel, we had sex tonight.  He tied me up.  It wasn't that long ago. And
I want it again."
"You got LOVE FEVER baby.  Yeah, you go find him.  Now let me get back to
my facial mask."

"Adrian,  could you seat these gentlemen at table 25 please?"  Peter,
Cory's Assistant Manager, was hosting at the restaurant that night.  When
he spoke to Adrian, Adrian was setting another table so he didn't see
that Jake and anthony had come in.
"Oh of course.  UH...."  He froze for a minute.
"Adrian, is something wrong?"  Peter asked.
"No, no.  Sorry.  Sorry gentlemen, I just had a little bit of a brain
freeze.  Nice to see you Professor Gold."  anthony had taken Jake's name
when they had married, so the university had two gay Professor Golds
(that were out).  People would distinguish them by saying "pretty gold"
for anthony or  "bad boy gold" for Jake.   Indeed, they way they were
dressed that night, you could see that distinction.
As Adrian led Jake and anthony to their table, Jake whispered  "do you
know that server?"
"He's my student Sir."  As soon as anthony responded, Jake smiled.  So
THIS was the guy over whom anthony had broken the rules.  He didn't see
"it," but as a lover once told him  "the heart wants what the heart
wants."
"I'll... I'll get you your menus.  One second please."
As Adrian walked away, Jake laughed.   "He's flustered.  He's got it for
you BAD. "
anthony blushed.  "I know, Sir.  Trust me please.  I've never given him
reason to think..."
"Well, that doesn't matter.  I can think of someone about whom I had no
reason to think he'd be interested in me."  He squeezed anthony's hand
and anthony smiled.
"You never told me that Sir."  Jake just smiled.  "So, should I invite
him to come by sometime?"
anthony nearly choked on his water.  "That's up to you Sir. "
"Yeah, I think it may be fun to do an anthony sandwich again.  We haven't
done that in years."
Adrian was a good waiter, but he stuttered, nearly knocked over Jake's
water glass, and his long hair was falling down into his face.
"Adrian, relax."  Jake smiled at him.  "anthony told me all about you."
He paused.  "ALL about you.  Let's talk before anthony and I leave
tonight.  I think we'd like to invite you over some time."
Adrian blushed red.  anthony was very open about his relationship, and
Adrian knew that he should clear everything with Jake, but he looked at
anthony and asked.
"Really?  "
anthony smiled.  "Really.  We'll just have to set the ground rules."
"YES!"  went off in Adrian's head, just as he heard the door open and saw
Cory walk in.
"Cory!  Did I miss a cue?  Is something wrong?" Peter looked up.
"No, no, no, Peter.  It looks like everything is fine.  I just need to
clear my head.  Rough night.  Stay where you are.  I'm just heading back
to the kitchen to see if I can help somewhere.
"Cory, you always greet new customers, and..." he pointed to Jake and
anthony.
"Oh my goodness! I met .. ... someone.... at a party at their home."  He
walked over.
"Good evening gentlemen and excuse my appearance.  I'm Cory, the owner,
and I want to welcome you.  I also want to thank you again for your
hospitality at your party.  I hope you'll let me reciprocate tonight."
Jake smiled.  "Thank you.  That won't be necessary.  I think we may
already have reciprocation." anthony gave him a "look"  and Cory was
confused.
"Well, we shall see.  You have to excuse me.  I need to get into the
kitchen."
When he walked in, he found a babbling Adrian basically speaking
gibberish to a dish washer who didn't understand him.
"Adrian,"  Cory laughed.  "Is THAT the professor you have a crush on."
Adrian stopped babbling.
"Yes Sir.  He is.  And... they just invited me to come over sometime!"
Cory smiled.
"Well, what I know from 'someone' is that.. well, you'll find out."
"Cory, didn't you have a date tonight?"  Adrian asked.
"Yes, and it didn't really work out.  That's why I'm here.  Now, are your
hands going to be steady enough to bring out their plates? Spilling a
bowl of pasta into a DOM's lap is a good way to get disinvited."
 Adrian's eyes were big and wide.
"Could you Cory?  I'd appreciate it."  Cory laughed and hummed "What I
did for love" under his breath.

After he had brought the plates to Jake and anthony's table, Cory stepped
to a corner and checked his phone.  It had been buzzing for about the
last twenty minutes, non stop. All from frank. Every single one.  Except
for one call.  He didn't recognize the number, so he returned that one.
"Hey, you're Cory?"
"That's me, who are you?"
"I'm frank's best friend Thelma. "
"Thelma, it's good to meet you, at least by phone.  Frank speaks highly
of you."
"AND HE SHOULD.  That turkey needs some structure in his life.  Some
DISCIPLINE."
"Ha ha.  I don't disagree, Thelma."
"Well, if you don't disagree, let me move on.  He's also sometimes
missing a light or two in the chandelier.  He didn't understand what that
green ring meant.  He thought it meant for what you were doing that
night.  Not for keepsie."
"He told me that, Thelma.  I didn't believe him.  I still don't."
"DAMN IT DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE AS STUPID AS HE IS. How long have you known
him? "
"Hmmm, I don't know. Months?"
"HAH!  More like weeks.  Know how long I've known him?"
"Uh..."
"I'm not telling you.  A shit load longer though. Trust me Cory. If you
wanna break this thing off, break it off, no sweat off my nails.  But if
you want frank, answer his call.  Explain the rules.  And PUNISH him. "
"Ha ha.  He'd like that."
"Ya think?  So would you.  I am SERIOUS Cory, let's face it.  The man is
built like a brick shit house, he's hot as that shit house on fire, and
any man would be lucky to tap that ass. "
"I don't disagree with you Thelma."
"Then DO something about it, smart ass.  Listen, he wants you.  HE DOES.
frankie thinks he's so smart. He's not. He's never really had someone who
could TRULY give him what he wants.  You do.  Figure something out. Bring
him back.  And take pictures cause I am TIRED of spending my nights with
cheesecake and amaretto in the bottle. "
"Well, we have both of those here Thelma.  On me."
"Ho ho.  If I show up at that restaurant o yours, you're gonna have to do
better than amaretto. "
"I will do what I can."
"Ok, I'm gonna go now.  frankie's calling me for the fourteenth time
tonight.  Let him tell me 'I gotta go.  Master's calling."
"Thank you for your advise Thelma."
"Just call me Sibyl, HA HA HA"  She hung up.
Cory took a deep breath. DID he want this?
Yes, he did. He called frank
"Hi Sir..."  he heard a contrite voice.  Cory dropped his as low as he
could get it.
"Did you REALLY think I wasn't gonna figure out you were attempting to
escape, superbitch?"
"I... I thought I could Sir. I didn't realize..."
"Well, you're gonna realize a LOT, bottom bitch.  Tomorrow night.  My
place. 7.  Every minute before or after 7, get ready for a little
edging.
"fuck," thought frank as he reached for his own cock.  "Yes sir.  I'll be
there."
"Black. Jeans. Dont' screw it up."
"No Sir.  Have a good evening."

So Cory had plans for the next night.  So did frank.  And as frank and
cory were finishing their call, Jake, anthony and adrian were planning
for Monday night.
"anthony's gonna see if he can find his top man boots, adrian.  No
guarantees, but..."
Two blond boys got stiffies when Jake said that.