Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2021 16:06:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Kip's Long distance domination - installment 1 (authoritarian)

Kip sat at the hotel bar, nursing his scotch on the rocks.  It wasn't his
usual drink, but he needed something a little stronger for tonight.  He
needed to try to steady his nerves - that was evident from the way his
hand shook when he picked up the glass to take a sip. His job required
him to visit a satellite office of his company about once every month.
That satellite office was 500 miles away from home.  "I'm a traveling
man," he would joke to his and his wife's social circle.

He was also on the down low.  A week 500 miles from home gave him the
opportunity to indulge his other side.  If he were away for 7 days, and
if business meetings didn't interfere, he was at the clubs - the ones
with back rooms , 5 or 6 nights of that period, taking on any cock that
needed sucking.  Kip LOVED the taste of cock.  He loved being ordered
around.  One of his favorite scenes took place on a trip, where the Top
man put a dog collar on him, pulled him to a side of the back room, and
fucked his face.  Then, he brought over three of his friends and, one by
one, they shoved their cocks in his mouth.  Not one after each other, but
all at once.  Kip was in his glory.  His clothes, a mess after that
affair, got trashed.  He told his wife that he had been hit by splash
from a puddle as a truck went by, and he simply didn't want to try to
bring them home - he told her it was late in the trip.

Kip stood about 5'8"  and he was 39 years old.  His name suited him,
because while Kip didn't try to look like a twink or anything like that,
he had an almost impish quality about him. He was always well turned
out:  the suit, the tie, the dress shirt, the shined shoes.  If you
didn't know about his down low proclivities, you would be confused:  he's
cute enough to be a standard bottom, but he gives off  "top man vibes."
 It was a good disguise for business:  Kip was an EXCELLENT businessman,
always well prepared, and very good at analyzing alternative solutions
for problems.

He couldn't figure out a solution for his current "problem."  After his
last trip, the one where he took the three cocks in his mouth at the same
time, he received a message on his cell phone one day.  It wasn't a close
up, but it was close enough:  you could see Kip's face, and you could see
the cocks in his mouth.  The photo included a brief message.
"I have more."
SHIT.  How the....?????  The photo didn't threaten, didn't blackmail,
there was nothing.  It was just a photo.  It unnerved Kip mightily.  He
tried to call the number back.  Burner phone.  He suspected as much.

A week later, he got another message.  Same photo.  This time it had a
message.
"Call me.  I'm waiting.  No later than 9 tonight.  Or... someone you know
will get the photo."
Scared, kip called the number.  He heard a deep voice at the end of the
other line.
"Hello Kip.  It's good you called."
"You didn't give me much choice!  Who are you?"  Kip was struggling to
keep his emotions under control.  He wanted to scream at this guy and
knew, it was the wrong move.
"I couldn't stick around long enough to get mine taken care of, but
that's gonna change."
"I don't understand.  What do you mean?"
The voice laughed.  "I think you understand real good, but I'll explain.
You'll be coming back to our fair city soon."
"Maybe."
The voice laughed.  "Don't try to bullshit me kip.  I've seen you at the
clubs every month for the last year.  You're coming back, aren't you?"
There was a pause before Kip answered  "Yes."
"You'll call this number three days before you leave to visit us.  I'll
give you instructions.  You're gonna get lots of cock when you're here,
but a change.  No variety.  Just one.  Mine."
"Uh...." Kip began to speak.
"Your wife?  Your boss?  Your secretary?  Your best friend?  Someone
else?  Who gets the photo of you sucking cock?"
"You win!  You win!  I'll call you.  I promise.  I promise."
"I know you would.  Looking forward to it, handsome."
Then the phone went dead.
Kip thought about it.  He couldn't remember anyone with a phone in that
back room that night.  They were supposed to be forbidden.  And people
were naked.  EVERYONE.  Where would you hide a phone?  He didn't want to
think about that.  The club was very clear about using closed circuit
cameras... was it someone who worked there?   He knew that the clubs had
high turnover, so it could have been someone who wasn't working there
anymore  (in fact, it was the camera service man, but Kip didn't think it
out that far).  Kip didn't know if he wanted to push it:  the clubs were
fun, and he got plenty of what he wanted, but the thought of ... well,
having someone to use him constantly for a week, was somewhat appealing.
IF the guy were hot.  That he didn't know.  And he didn't have any
choice.

Three days before his trip, Kip followed orders and called.  He heard the
deep calming voice on the other end.
"Good afternoon Kip.  Have you got something to tell me?"
"Uh, yeah.  I do.  I leave on a trip in three days.  I'll leave on Friday
afternoon."
"Good boy!  I knew about the trip, and you're staying at......"  the
voice repeated Kip's hotel reservation.  Kip's mouth dropped  HOW THE
HELL DID HE..."
There was a laugh on the other end of the phone.  "You're a creature of
habit Kip.  Same hotel, same room, every time.  Probably wearing the same
blue suit, rep tie, and white shirt to travel in."
"HOW THE HELL?  WAS THIS GUY STALKING HIM?"
"This is what's gonna happen Kip.  After you get to town and get checked
in, you get to the bar.  And wait for me. You'll know who I am.  My
name's Ted.  For the week though, you'll call me Sir.  I'll make it VERY
clear who I am.
"Yes sir.  I understand."
"By the way, you'll keep the room but you won't be staying there.  I
booked a room myself.  Unless you're going for a change of clothes or
something like that, you'll be staying with me."
"Yes sir.  I understand."
"Now, you're gonna do something for me as an act of good faith."
"Ok sir.  What is that?"
"Tonight, you're gonna put on a pair of white pants, set up your camera
to take a selfie, and then sit down, shirtless, your hands behind your
back. Gag yourself too.   Send me the picture.  And imagine how you feel
because.... ha ha.  I got more in mind than cock sucking.  And if I like
what I see,  you'll do something else."
"Yes sir."  Kip didn't own a pair of white pants, so he went out the next
day and got white jeans.  He figured tight rather than loose would be
better.  As he put on the gag, his cock stiffened completely.  He wished
that he could play with his nipples for the shot, but Ted hadn't said
that.  He took the selfie, and sent it off to Ted.
The next day he got another message.
"Nice.  Today you take a movie.  Jerk yourself with one hand, squeeze
your nip with the other  "Kips nip ha ha ha."
Kip locked himself in the bathroom to make the short movie.  It was
nothing he hadn't done before, except now... it was recorded. THAT
thought was getting him excited too, and he shot, big.
The morning he left for the trip he got a message from Ted.
"This is gonna be good."
As departure time got closer, kip got more and more nervous.  What was he
getting himself into?
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"Told you I'd be here."  Kip felt a hand on his right shoulder.  It
startled him and he nearly knocked over his drink.
"Relax.  The only time I'll bite is if you want me to. Well, that's not
exactly true."  A fit, black haired man with dark eyes and a moustache
came around and sat next to him.
"I guess you figured out  I'm Ted."  He offered his hand.  Kip, normally
composed, was blushing.
"Yeah, I thought so, ha ha.  " He smiled.  "You recognized me even with
my clothes on?"
"SURE.  You look just like your photo in the corporate directory."
Kip looked at him closely.  The corporate directory?  That was an
internal document.  Of course, like all documents, it couldn't be kept
confidential but he thought..."  Ted laughed again.
"There are no secrets in the world kipster.  It's just knowing the right
people."
Kipster?  Ok, now this was getting weird.  "Kipster" was his nickname in
high school, and then college, but no one had used it since he
graduated.  NO ONE.
"How did you know that nickname?"  Ted laughed.  "I just made it up.
Kinda trips off the tongue:  kipster."
Could have been, kip thought, but ... he wasn't sure.  There was
something here he wasn't getting.
"So, uh... I have to admit I didn't see you that night at the club,
Ted... I mean SIr."
Ted smiled.  "I wasn't there that night.  I was there other nights, so
you going to work. You're a voracious little beast."  Kip blushed.
"Yeah, taking three at the same time was kinda... my mouth was sore for a
week."  ("Why did I tell him that?"  Kip thought, "And why is my cock
getting harder and harder?).
Ted was drinking a martini.  "Why don't we finish up?  Alcohol's
expensive here.  Not a good thing to waste it.  It's not too late either,
so we've got time to."  Ted looked around the nearly deserted bar, and
then ran his hand along kip's thigh.  "get acquainted."
Kip gulped.  The touch felt good, and his cock was jumping.
They finished their drinks.  Ted smiled   "So, my room is 828.  You
should keep that in mind because you'll be spending a lot of time there.
Let's go.
"Yes sir."  As they walked out of the bar, Ted stopped.
"When you walk with me,  put your hands behind your back.  It'll remind
you of your position with me."
Kip was a bit reluctant to do it, but he sighed.  "Ok Sir.  You're in
charge."
When they got to room 828, and Ted opened the door, he saw that Ted had
"accessorized" the room.
"Old silk neckties make some of the best bondage toys around, kip.  They
stretch, they don't leave marks and... " he dropped his mouth to kip's
ear.  "They are pretty much inescapable. As you'll find out."  Ted's
tongue just brushed kip's ear.  Instinctively, kip leaned back for more,
but didn't get it.
"Let me take off your coat.  And your tie.  Let's hang them so they don't
get damaged."
"Yes sir."  After he took them, Ted smiled.  "Now open a second button,
then sit in that chair, hands behind your back just like that hot picture
you sent me."
"You liked it Sir?"
"I jerked off to it for three days.  But now I've got the real thing."
He moved behind kip, and kip felt a necktie being wrapped around his
wrists and tied tight.
"Not gonna gag you tonight, kip, but we may try that.  Tonight.... he
slid his hand inside kip's shirt, and found a nipple.   "I got other
plans. "
The only person kip had to play with his tits was himself, and he
moaned.  "OH GOD YES SIR.  MMMMM"   Ted's touch was expert:  kip felt the
measure of pleasure, and pain he always wanted and which he rarely could
give himself.  While Ted was working on kip's nipples, he had moved his
mouth to kip's ear - the one he had brushed earlier, and began going to
town on it.
"FUCK.  That feels so good Sir."
"There's a lot more to things than sucking cock, studman.  But you'll be
doing that too.  Tonight though.. I have something else in mind.'
"Are  you gonna fuck me Sir?"
"Damn right I am."
"FUCK NO.  MMMMMPH"
"I got another necktie for your mouth handsome.  I'll use it.  "  Ted's
hand was big and strong.  kip tried to twist out of the handgag but he
made no progress.
"You gonna calm down?"  Ted's second hand went to kip's crotch.  "Or do I
have to CALM you down?"
The hand on kip's crotch actually felt really good, but he shook his head
yes.  Ted pulled away the hand gag.
"You mean to tell me that for all your slutting, you've never..."
"I tried once Sir.  I couldn't finish. "
Ted laughed.  "You tried to fuck yourself with a dildo?"  Ted blushed.
"Yes sir.  OH GOD . Your fingers are making me so hot."  Ted had gone
back to kips nipples.  The squirming kip was doing was to try to get
more, but Ted seemed to have a plan.  He wanted kip to smolder, rather
than flame up.
"Well, there's a first time for everything kipster, and tonight... is
gonna be your first time taking it up the ass. "   Kip felt the restraint
being loosened.
"Let's get you to the bed.  Hmmm. Sit on the edge first.  Let me have
your special.
"Yes sir."  Ted dropped his pants and his cock - bigger than some kip had
sucked, smaller than others - was in front of his mouth.  Kip got to
work.
"MMMM.  The movie doesn't do you justice kipster.  You are GOOD...."  Ted
tossed his head back.  DAMN this was so good that he could, easily,
forget what he wanted to do, and shoot into kip's mouth.  He had to stop
it, but... he was enjoying it so much.  He saw kip's eyes big, and his
enthusiasm for the cock.  Ted pushed his knee into kip's crotch, and felt
how hard he was. Go forward or...
He pulled out.  "Lay on the bed.   Face up.  Reach over and tie one of
your wrists down yourself."
"yes sir."  kip was getting nervous . Yes, the cock was right in the
middle of those he had sucked, but he had never had one in him.
"Not a bad job kipster,"  Ted checked the restraint.  He held down kip's
other wrist, and bound it.
"Will you be gentle Sir?"
"Not a chance"  Ted grinned.  "You know, one time, one of my bottoms got
out of a restraint and tried to fight me with one hand."  He licked his
lips.  "His nipples weren't even as sensitive as yours.  A little tit
play, and he was tied tighter than he wanted to be.  And he got fucked
harder than I've ever fucked a man. "
"Please Sir.  It's my first."
"It ain't mine, kipster.  " He took off kip's loafers, then his black
sheer socks.
"NICE FEET.  Might need a tickle session this week."
"NO SIR.  PLEASE.  I'M HORRIBLY TICKLISH."   Ted looked at him.
"You're probably gonna wish you hadn't told me that .  Now.... "  He
opened kip's shirt before he undid his belt, and pulled down his pants.
"DAMN that is one fine cock you got stud!  Too bad you decided to give up
your ass than try to take another one.  Although I wonder... HMMM.  Put
you in the middle.  Me on top, you in the middle, some blond boy under
you...."  He paused.  "Or maybe bring one of your regulars by.  You can
suck him while I take your ass.. which is what I'm gonna do now..." kip
closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth.  He thought it was gonna be
horrible.
It wasn't.  He felt a bit of a shock when Ted's cockhead hit his ass, but
he slid in very, very easily.
"Man, you were BORN for being fucked kip.  GOD.  It's like .. fuck, it's
like nothing else.." He slid in further.  Kip moved from anticipation to
enjoyment.
"That feels so good Sir.  " Ted grinned.  "How about this?"  He tightened
his glutes and rammed in
"OH DAMN. OH YES. OH YES.  MORE. MORE... PLEASE SIR.  MORE..."
Ted was happy to oblige.  He pushed in and fucked kip for a good fifteen
minutes before he paused.
"I wanna see you cum kipster.  So.  I'm holding off until..."  He began
sliding his hand back and forth over kip's dick. Kip stopped talking and
he moaned .  He was blissed out, there was no question about it.  His
eyes were closed so he didn't see the look pass over Ted's face:  the
look that said  "this one is gonna be easy.  And fun..."
"SIR.  IT'S NOW.  I CAN'T HOLD IT.  I CAN'T HOLD IT.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"  As kip began to shoot,  Ted
pushed once and shot his load into kip.  He pulled out at the last
minute, so that his jizz joined with kip's .
"OH FUCK SIR.  OH FUCK..."  kip was still tied down, his shirt opened,
his pants down and covered with semen.  Out came Ted's phone and more
pictures.
"I'm gonna untie  you kip.  You're gonna go to your room, you're gonna
get the clothes you need for tomorrow, and then you're coming back here.
I'll have the bed made up.  You're sleeping in this bed tonight and you
never know:  I may need a midnight blowjob. "
"yes sir."  Kip pulled his clothes together and went off to get some
things.  He was totally confused over what had happened, and his ass was
beginning to feel sore.  He gave a passing thought to not coming back,
but then he realized:  the photos.  And the chance to get this every
night.
He was back in 15 minutes