Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2021 12:14:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Seaman Terry Whicher - installment 6

Terry had not lost his sense of fun, that was for sure.  Being involved
in the league, working, getting to the gym, were all helping him to
cultivate it.   Still, he was nervous on Monday.  He had hidden his
purchases well enough that Paul hadn't seen them.  And now, on Monday,
with Paul out of the house and back in Manhattan, attending meetings and
visiting sites ("GOD.  He was SO FUCKING HOT in that suit", terry thought
when Paul left that morning.  He was about to take a risk.   Paul did not
like being disturbed when he was working.  He had explicitly told terry
that it had to be an emergency if he were disturbed.  Still... terry
dressed in the outfit he had put together to copy the captive Sam
Waterson, and then he took a photo, texting it to Paul.
"Sir, sorry to bother you, but someone's in the house.  I got a picture.
Do you know him?"  As he thought of what Paul might do to him, terry was
getting hard.  Paul HAD caged him that morning, so there was nothing he
could do, but wait.

He didn't have to wait long.  The answer back from Paul was:
"Just do what you can about getting him immoblized in a chair or
something.  Gag him if you have to.  I'll be home soon."  He followed it
with a smile emoji, and three eggplants.
DAMN THAT CAGE!
terry got a chair put in the middle of the living room, and he listened
carefully for when Paul drove the car up to the house.  He had just
enough time.  He stuffed a wash cloth in his mouth, and then he took off
his necktie, wrapped it around his mouth, and tied it as tight as he
could.  Then he sat in the chair, hands behind his back.  He faced the
door, so he could see Paul when he walked in.  It was a hot day, and Paul
had sweated through his shirt.  His tie was loosened, and he was carrying
his jacket in his arm.  He slammed the door.

"Well, well , well.  Look who we have here.  HMMMMM."
"mmmmmmmmmmmmph."  terry looked at him, pretending to be in distress.
"Ho ho.  You think I'm rescuing you?  You have another guess coming
handsome."  Paul whipped off his necktie, and soon, terry's wrists were
secured behind his back.
"Gonna have to talk to my partner about better knots in his gags."  terry
felt the necktie around his mouth being tightened.  Then he felt Paul's
hand rest on his pec.
"You didn't get treated the way you should've in the movie, stud.  I'm
gonna do it right."  He began pinching terry's nipple, and terry began
moaning right away.  Paul didn't open the shirt any further than it
already was (two buttons), and he didn't put his hand INSIDE the shirt.
He just ran his fingers up and down the pec, as if he were playing a
guitar.  The different sounds that came out of  terry  were like a human
guitar too.  They became louder, and more high pitched, when Paul brushed
his truly 5 o'clock shadow over terry's ear, and nibbled it before he
whispered
"Only thing to do with a captured spy like you... is FUCK him.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPH"  terry shook his head no, and heard Paul
laugh.
"Not a goddamn thing you can do about it.  And with a guy as hot as you,
what do you expect? "  terry felt the hand on the back of his neck as he
was lifted, almost like a kitten, and pushed off to the bedroom.  He
faked struggling, and Paul pulled him into his body.  terry felt his hard
on against his ass.
"FEEL THAT FUCKER?  OR IS FUCKEE MORE CORRECT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Whatever it is, it's gonna be inside you, before you can call 911"

He untied terry's wrists and handed him the  necktie.
"Tie your own wrist down, fucker.  Make sure it's tight. "
"mmmmmmmmmmmph?"  terry seemed to plead as he got into position.  He did
the best he could.  The SWAT to his crotch made it clear:  it wasn't good
enough.  Paul laughed.
"Boy, you got potential to be a lot of things.  One thing you AIN'T got
potential for, is becoming a bondage top. Good thing I'm around."  He
secured one, then the other of terry's wrists.  Only then did he begin to
unbutton terry's shirt.
"Such a beautiful, beautiful chest.  So smoooooooooooooooth.  You sure
you don't belong to some Daddy boy?"  terry thought this could be a trick
question and he didn't answer.  Paul's fingers went up to a nip and
pinched.
"Not gonna answer me?  Cause if you don't, I guess I'm just gonna have to
declare myself your owner.  FUCKTOI"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH."  terry began to buck his hips, as Paul moved
his bristles to terry's chin - a spot terry hadn't even known was
sensitive until Paul found it.  He began to whimper.  Then Paul moved
down and got off terry's loafers, and his suit pants.  His thong was
next.
"Ha ha.  You DO belong to a Daddy, studboi.  I wonder who has the key.
Wonder if he'd give you up."  Another trick question came out of Paul.
"You wanna tell me who your Daddy is?  Maybe I'll see if he'll sell you
to me?"
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph"  terry shook his head no, and Paul laughed.
"Well, that's ok.  Then I'll just take you.  These things happen in your
profession. Secret service guys disappear all the time.  Sometimes, for
all we know, they could become male sex slaves.  Especially cute blond
ones with hot asses."  Paul scrambled out of his own clothes.  His cock
looked dangerous:  dark red, hard as a rod, and aiming for terry's ass.
"I want this so bad," terry thought, as he closed his eyes, because when
Paul was THAT horny, it hurt.  It did now.  Paul RAMMED into him, the way
he would've rammed a prisoner of war.
"TAKE IT YOU FUCK.  BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE AND GETTING CAUGHT.  YOU
DESERVE MORE PUNISHMENT."
Now, terry began shaking his head yes.  OH, did he need punishment, and
he got it, as Paul began tickling his balls as he fucked him.
Paul's cock felt so good.  DAMN, why didn't he know about this before?
What other movies did Paul like where he could arrange scenes?  Maybe,
just maybe he'd ask.  Or he'd look at Paul's collection.  He knew where
they were.
But now, he just focused on what was happening.  Paul was pummeling his
ass, faster and faster.  He was close.. closer.. then the animal scream
terry knew was coming.  He was flooded.  Just totally flooded with Paul's
semen.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  boy!  The train stalled twice before it got to the
station, and I was just so fucking out of control.  I almost grabbed a
conductor and fucked him in the bathroom."  He began taking the gags off
of terry.  terry, for his part, was trying to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry I disturbed you at work Sir.  I just thought.... " he panted.
"I just thought I wanted to do something nice for you and this was..."
He didn't finish because Paul covered his mouth with his own.
"You did good boy.  REAL good." He kissed terry again.
"You feel like getting a burger tonight? Maybe putting on one of your
baseball outfits. Your cap, the sweatshirt, the sweatpants. "
"If that's what you want Sir. "
"MMMMM.  What I want is to just be young enough to fuck you a second
time.  But that ain't happening.  Now let's go get some dinner." He
laughed. "OH SHIT.  I guess I should untie you."


"Paul's collection"  was a cabinet filled with old DVDs, VHS tapes,
magazines, and all kinds of other "stuff" that either did, or had, turned
Paul on at some point.  The DVD to "Hopscotch" was in that cabinet.  Paul
had never said that terry couldn't look in it, but if he wanted to watch
a movie, or look at an old porn novel or magazine, he'd always get up and
get it himself.  terry didn't want to ask:  getting "punished" by Paul
for infractions that led to hot sex, was one thing.   Getting him angry,
so that Paul ignored him for a few days, was another.  It had happened
just a couple of times, and it had made terry feel like he was dead
inside.  So it was with reluctance that, one day, after he had finished
at the boat yard (the weather was now getting cooler, and there was less
to do there), he came home and, as was part of what Paul called his "job
description," terry began cleaning the living room.  The cabinet door
opened  "accidentally," and he looked in.
Wrestling videos.  Bondage videos.  (Paul had a penchant for one actor
named Scott Answer:  he seemed to have everything:  even videos where
Scott was topping.  terry couldn't help but notice that he and Scott had
similar hair).  Novels.  He had heard of some of them, but some were so
old, the paper had gone from yellow to brown.  terry didn't dare look at
those.  Then he saw a black volume, with no information on it.  It wasn't
horribly thick, but it was full.  terry opened it and began getting
hard.  It was clearly a personal album:  he could recognize some recent
photos of Paul, but others... Paul had mentioned being in the Navy, and
.. some of the photos were clearly intended for public viewing, and
others weren't.  What stunned terry is that, in the "private" type of
pictures, his lover was fucking guys but... "NO, that CAN'T be him", he
saw some where a guy who looked like a young version of Paul was taking
it up the ass, and apparently enjoying it.  terry didn't find those
photos particularly alluring but... seeing Paul fuck other guys...
Were there any movies?  Now his curiosity was raised.  He arranged the
stuff in the cabinet so that the album didn't appear to be missing, just
in case Paul looked that night.  He wanted to ask Paul and then, suggest,
perhaps....

"HEY BLOND MUNCHKIN.  WHATCHA MAKING FOR DINNER?"  Paul was always
boisterous when he came in the door.  terry heard the car, and tossed his
shirt off:  he knew Paul liked to play with his nipples as soon as he got
home.  He'd start with a big wet French kiss and start gently, before
getting terry worked up with harder tit play.  Today was no exception.
Paul knew that with his cage on, terry was suffering.  GOOD.  A boy
needed to suffer.  He pushed it a little, by moving one hand behind
terry, slipping it into his jeans and finding a "sweet spot" on his ass
crack.  terry moaned and tried to push back to get more, and Paul just
teased him.
"I oughtta toss you on the bed and tickle the shit outta you for
excessive hotness."
terry smiled and blushed.  "Would you like a foot massage Sir?"  It was
something terry had suggested one night,  Paul lived in sneakers and
sandals, but when he needed to go "city bound," he wore  what he called
his "real" shoes.  He hated them.  They hurt his feet.  Paul learned,
after he asked, that terry had learned foot massage from watching his mom
take care of his Dad's feet.  He had studied well.
"SURE.  Sounds good.  Don't get me too riled up though boy, because... AH
WHAT THE FUCK. I'M GONNA HAVE YOU BLOW ME ANYWAY."
"Yes sir."  terry sat down on the floor so that he could get to Paul's
feet on the coffee table.  He pressed his palms in and Paul gasped as the
tension began to leave.
"FUCK YES.  FUCK YES.  OH SHIT.  OH DAMN BOY.  NOT AS GOOD AS FUCKING
YOUR ASS, BUT PRETTY DAMN GOOD."
terry worked Paul's feet for about 15-20 minutes and then.. he tried
something else.  He looked at Paul.
"If no, Sir, just tell me."  He moved his mouth over Paul's toes and
began sucking them.
"OH SHIT.  DAMN.  I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I FUCKING LIKED THAT.  MORE BOY.
MORE.  GET TWO IN YOUR MOUTH. THREE.  JUST GARGLE BEFORE YOU GO NORTH,
SON."
"I love my Daddy's feet Sir"  terry smiled.
"And I love my boy's tongue.  But I'm gonna love my boy's mouth more.  Go
and clean my foot gunk outta your mouth, and get back here and do what I
pay you to do. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
terry came back and Paul had slid down his pants.  His cock was standing
up in the air.
"Go to it boy.  Show me that tongue does more than toes."  terry LOVED
getting fucked, but he LOVED sucking Paul too.  As he was going down on
his Master, he began to think:  what's he going to say?  What's he going
to do?  Should I even bring it up?" He felt Paul's fingers in his hair,
pulling his head up.
"Hey, terry boy. Something's on your mind, isn't it?"
"It is Sir.  Let me finish, ok?  Then I'll tell you?"
"NO boy, you will tell me NOW."  He patted a spot next to him.  "Now
SIT.  Tell Master Paul what's on your mind."
"I need to get something first Sir.  And promise you won't be angry at
me? PLEASE SIR?"
Paul saw the look of sheer terror in his boy's face.  He was more
frightened than he was that first night.
"You may get a spanking boy, but that's all.  I promise."
terry went away, and as he did, Paul saw that his knees were shaking "
What the...."
"Sir, I can explain why I found this, but...."  he handed Paul the book.
"OH MY GOD. HAHAHAHAHAHA.   You found my album.  Sit.  Yeah sit.  Let's
look at it."  Paul put the book on his lap, and his arm around terry's
shoulders.  He started turning pages.
"Now that.. that is a picture of me and my Dad, when I was, oh, maybe
15."
"GOD Sir.  You look so... "
"SKINNY? HAHAHAHAHAHA.  It's ok boy.  It'll happen to  you too.  And
yeah, my Dad was a hottie.  Can't tell ya how many times I got myself off
after I saw him shirtless, or naked."   terry blushed.  He had done the
same thing.
"Now this.... this section here, yeah this is when I was a Navy boy.  "
He pulled terry closer.
"Yup.  Me and shipmates.  And this... you know, you'd have found some
eventually boy, but these are the other gay boys - at least the ones who
were honest about it.  And this... this is my first boyfriend."
"Sir... he's at least twice as old as you."
"I KNOW.  I guess it's genetic huh?  Yeah, real nice man.  "  Paul smiled
and turned the picture.   That was the one of him getting fucked.
"OH SHIT.  I didn't know that was there."  He looked at terry.  "You saw
it, didn't you?"
"I did Sir.  I can't imagine...."  Paul began to laugh.
"Well, these days, neither can I. And after Brian, well.... you could say
he converted me to TOPDOM"
"I need to write him a thank you note, Sir."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA   You were afeard I was gonna go bottom
on ya?"
"Well, no Sir. I was just... surprised."
"Turn the page boy.  You'll see how likely that is."
Paul began naming the guys he was with in the pictures.
"Sir... seeing these... , well, I got hard watching you fuck other
guys."
"DIDJA NOW YOU PERV. " Paul kissed terry on his head.  "I love that.  I
just fucking LOVE it."
"Well, Sir.... I don't know how to ask this but... do you want to fuck
other guys?"
Paul's face got serious for a minute.  "Now, what an interesting
question.  You getting too much of me, boy?"
"NO.  NO.  I just.... You know, when my Dad got caught having an affair,
he told my mom  'you think I can eat vanilla ice cream the rest of my
life when there are so many other flavors? "
Paul grinned.  "And you think Daddy Paul wants some sprinkles, don't ya?"
terry blushed.
"Well, Sir, I thought you might."
Paul looked at him.  "Now listen up here boy. I am perfectly fucking
content with you.  You wear me out sometimes, you're so fucking horny.
But ya know... I'm hearing something else.. You wanna SEE me fucking
someone else, don't ya?"
NOW terry was red as the beets they grew at home.
"yes sir. I think it would be hot.  REALLY hot. "
"Well, tell ya what, muffin?  Let Daddy Paul think about that cause ya
know?  Just talking about this is getting me even harder than I was, and
you have not finished your duties yet, so... focus on the task and get it
done.  And Daddy Paul and boy terry will go shopping for.. who knows what
this weekend."
"yes sir.  Thank you Sir.  Let me do my job."
And terry did in fact, deep throat Paul very thoroughly.  And after he
swallowed, Paul pulled terry onto his lap.
"Kiss me you sexy thing.  Just kiss me."  They necked for about ten
minutes.  Then Paul looked at him.
"You know boy, you just offered me the best present anyone ever did.
It's even better than the Hopscotch scene. Which we're doing tomorrow.
Understood?"
terry smiled.  He wasn't in trouble.
"After the ball game?"
"AW SHIT that's right.  I forgot it's a playoff game tomorrow.  What
time?"
'2pm Sir."
"Well fuck me with a broomstick.  You go get your sleep boy. And I gotta
go get my pompoms.  Daddy is a DAMN good cheerleader.  Maybe I'll even
put a tassel on my cock."  He stared at terry , poker faced.  terry
believed him
"HA HA.  GOTCHA STUD.  Nah, I wouldn't do something like that.  Not until
we got home anyway.  Go get your rest."
"Dinner sir?  Shouldn't we eat. "
"DAMN you still hungry after that smoothie?  Ok, I guess we should.  NO
ALCOHOL FOR YOU PRE GAME THOUGH.
"Yes sir."
"Damn.  A sweaty ass after a ball game.  Might have to put off Hopscotch
an extra day."