Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2020 17:49:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Stan the Snake and Slick Rick - Installment 3

It took Rick about two , maybe three days, before he had "recovered"
completely from his time with Stan.  "Recover" may be the wrong word,
because he didn't feel sick or ill, or anything like that:  just sore.
Rick hadn't bottomed for well more than ten years, and that was only one
time, with a guy who had a much smaller cock.  He did feel proud about
taking the challenge, and while he didn't take all 11 inches, he took
most of it.  He was looking forward to another try.
When he thought about that night, which he did often, he had much to
think about.  Rick had thought he'd do a one night stand with this stud,
see what he could take, and move on.  He thought it was going to be a
much rougher night.  He wouldn't have minded that, but he wasn't looking
for that, for his first time.  And while he HAD always said that, if he
gave up his ass  it was going to be to someone bigger than he was, he
also thought that the guy was going to be a looker - the kind of guy you
were eager to show off to your friends.
Stan wasn't ugly, but he didn't look like that kind of guy.  He did yoga,
not weight training, he didn't tan, and all things being equal, his most
redeeming physical feature was his cock.  Rick had to rethink that:
maybe it was his heart.

In his own sexual life, Rick usually thought about himself.  What did HE
like?  After all, he was the top - the date was about satisfying HIM.  If
the bottom got some pleasusre, fine.  He couldn't count how many times
one of his dates had begged him to slow down when Rick was fucking him,
and Rick just plowed ahead.  He couldn't remember asking if the boy - and
it was always a boy - was alright, or if he wanted something to drink or
a break, or anything.  Stan had done all of that - to a first timer. And
then, at the end, when he wouldn't take the money...Rick was no
millionaire, but as a detective, fairly high up in the force, he thought
he probably made more "legal" money than Stan did as a fry cook.  Yet, he
wouldn't take the money, even though that first time out was not a
"date," it was a client meeting.  This guy was growing on him.  How did
he know?  Way ahead of schedule, he began thinking about what he'd wear -
trying to find something that he thought Stan would like , and would
guarantee another night in the sack.

As far as guaranteeing another night in the sack, Rick didn't have to
worry.  Stan thought Rick was the hottest man he had had in bed.  He
couldn't remember the last time he had told a client not to pay, but he
thought of most of his client meetings as "jobs."  Rick, with his smooth,
shaved body, his muscles, the way he reacted to Stan's touch, and most of
all, how vocal he was when he was getting fucked, he loved it.   And
while it hadn't happened, Stan was thinking about walking around with
Rick, showing off "my hot boyfriend."  He had spent a couple of days
thinking too:  the fry cook job didn't pay a great deal, but it paid his
bills, and he had saved enough from his work as "Stan the Snake," to live
on for a few years.  If Rick had told him that he wanted Stan to give up
the escorting, and to be his "steady," he'd do it.  No question.  He
smiled though, because... if Rick became his steady, he was gonna have to
agree to let Stan use his repertoire of toys on him:  the ropes, the
handcuffs, the tit clamps, the gags, everything else he had in the
"toybox" under his bed.  He normally saved them for regular clients
who wanted  "a little more." A favorite client "scene" for example, would
involve the client being captured, and tormented to reveal information.
Stan would fill them, inch by inch, until they gave up.  If he and Rick
went anywhere  with their relationship,  Rick would have to understand
that his place was unequivocally going to be the bottom, in scenes, and
everything else.

Stan left the restaurant one day, still smelling of the foul grease and
other ingredients that the well heeled of the area loved, and Rick was
standing outside, a big smile on his face.
"Hey.  How's stan the man?"
"RICK!  This is a big surprise.  And it's getting bigger,"  he laughed,
but it was true.  Stan was getting hard when he had Rick there, right in
front of him.  Rick was in his work clothes:  a custom pin stripe suit, a
thin striped blue and white buttondown with a pink tie, and perfectly
shined shoes.  Stan began to think of how he'd get him out of it.

"I know we got a date in two days, Stan man, but... well, I saw something
on the way to work today, and I wanted to get it for you .  Reminded me
of our night."
Stan smiled.  "You got me a present?  Really?  Rick, you didn't have
to?"  Rick smiled, and he could feel himself getting hard as well.
"Open it up.  I hope it makes you laugh."
It was a cylinder.  Stan took off the paper, and then he twisted the lid
off the can.  Three huge , pressurized snakes popped out, startling
passersby.
He laughed. "Rick, that's priceless. I got a lot of snake toys at home,
but... not this one.  That's so sweet."
Rick was just standing there smiling, like a kid who had just given a
teacher a present.
"You know, Rick, I'd embarrass you, I know, but , well, I really wanna
kiss you right now."
Rick smiled.  "Can ya hold it till Friday?"
"How about until tonight?  Not a date, but... a kinda fly by?"
Rick hadn't thought about that, but... his cock was telling him "DON'T
SAY NO."
"Lemme call you in a couple hours, stud?  I have to take a look at what's
on my desk.  If I don't have to work late, yeah. absolutely.  "
"Yeah, lemme know.  Tonight's not an appointment night, so it's gonna be
me and the video collection. "
"I'll buzz ya later.  I'm glad you like the toy.. Snake man."


The dance had begun.  Rick knew he had nothing on his desk that couldn't
wait until the next day, but he was playing "hard to get" in his own
way.  Meanwhile, if Stan had a dollar for every one of those canned
snakes he had been given, he could've bought himself something nice.
He'd have to hide the ones around his apartment.  He didn't want Rick to
think it wasn't special - because Stan DID think it was special.  All he
wanted to do, all afternoon, was to have Rick underneath him, sucking his
cock, then taking it up his ass.  When he got the text from Rick:  "Yo
snake man.  How about 8?"  He almost did a little dance in front of his
griddle.
He sent Stan back the emoji of a whale spouting with a message.  "You
feel like eating something together? I'll order in."
Rick's answer.  "Yeah, as long as it includes some ... " and he responded
with an emoji of an eggplant and a sausage.
"I gotta hook this one,"  Stan thought.   He made his way home and pulled
out a couple of the wrist restraints he had for his bed.  Then, he pulled
out some good strong rope that he had stored up "just in case."  Finally,
he pulled up all the canned snakes he had been given by clients, and hid
them in the back of a closet.  He left Rick's out on a counter top, where
it was easily visible.

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At 7,  Stan gave Rick a call.
"Still on babe? "
"HEY python.  Looking forward to it.  Me and my friendly neighborhood
sausage."
"Heh heh.  You feel like Chinese food?"
"Too greasy for me."
"I'll get steamed veggies for you."
"Nah.  I'm gonna call the place I get my food.  It'll be good.  " He
paused.  "But not right away."
Stan smiled, "I'll see you in an hour."
Rick felt as nervous as he did for his senior prom.  He knew he looked
good, but he wished he had had time to change before coming to Stan's.
There he was though, ringing the bell, his jacket thrown over his
shoulder, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled, showing off his biceps.
He was thinking  "This is how I show up when I top.. " He laughed a
little to himself.  Stan opened the door, in a black t shirt, tight black
jeans, and a big smile on his face.  Rick had to admit to himself, the
man looked quite fine.
"Come on in, handsome,"  Stan closed the door behind Rick and smiled.
"Now, let's start with a big hello kiss."  Stan was known for his cock,
but he had a long, pointed tongue too , and it got to work, taking Rick's
mouth like he owned it.  Rick wanted to resist it a little - he was not a
big fan of kissing - but he melted into it, especially when Stan pushed
his knee up against his cock."
"Mother fucker.  you know I'm hard."
"That makes two of us handsome.   You gonna gimme another one, or...."
He grinned mischievously, and ran his thumbs over Rick's nips.  Rick
sighed.
"DAMN.  You forget nothing."
"Nope.  Not a thing."   He changed the rubbing to a squeezing, and Rick
moaned.
"OH FUCK.  "  Rick's tongue stretched out, and he began licking his
lips.  He tried to push into Stan, to get some friction on his cock, but
Stan smiled, and backed off.
"Someone wants his cock played with huh?  Someone needs a little relief?"
Rick smiled.  "you know it bud."
"For the rest of the night, stud, I'm Sir.  We're gonna try something
new."  Stan turned his head and Rick followed.  He saw the chair, with
the ropes.  "More in the bedroom. You game."
Rick gulped.  He wasn't really sure about this.  At least his head
wasn't.  His cock, on the other hand, was giving another answer.
"Uh.. Uh... "  Rick's mouth went dry.
"SIT BOTTOM"
Had it been anyone else who said it, Rick probably would have thrown a
fist and walked out.  Stan's tone, usually so even and relaxed, had an
edge to it.  Rick THOUGHT he could take him, but he knew about Stan's
yoga classes and his flexibility.  In bed,  he had been fairly
immobilized when Stan wrapped around him.  And his cock was saying  "DO
IT"
"Yes sir."  came out of Rick's mouth without knowing it.  He sat in the
chair, as Stan grabbed his arms, pulled them behind the back of the
chair, and roped them.  He felt Stan's scruffy chin on his neck, as Stan
whispered  "for the rest of the night, stud... you're MINE"
"You're MINE."  Again, Rick felt his cock jump.  It jumped again as Stan
unloosened his tie, opened another button on Rick's shirt, and slid his
hand down around his nip.
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah."  whispered Rick, again not sure if he were saying
it willingly or not.  He felt Stan's breath at his ear, as Stan slowly -
VERY slowly - drew his tongue over it.
DAMN.  How the hell had he figured out about his nips AND his ears?
"Know what you are rick? " Stan whispered  " A COCKSUCKING BOTTOM"
"Fuck that shit,"  Rick hissed, just before Stan squeezed his nipple a
little harder.  He moaned.
"Fuck that shit? You didn't clean out today? Is that what you're telling
me.. " He nibbled Rick's ear lobe and whispered "fuckboi."
The sensation on his ear, and the pressure on his nip, were beginning to
drive Rick wild.  He had come over horny, and he was getting hornier.
When Stan opened another shirt button, and took both nips, he moaned,
loud.
"Please SIr.  Give your fuckboi your cock."
"You want it,  bottom?"
"Yes sir.  I need it.  PLEASE PLEASE."  Stan never let go of Rick's nips,
and the need for cock got greater and greater.  He had never experienced
something like this before, and when Stan dropped his jeans, and his huge
piece came out, stiff as a board, he fell on it, hungrily.
"Easy boi.  Easy.  A little at a time, you handsome stud."    Rick pushed
his head forward, trying desperately to get as much of Stan's cock as
possible, and Stan, like a deep sea fisherman, let some cock into him,
then took some out, and kept it up  .  What Rick didn't know was that
Stan was getting him ready to take it all.  By working up and down Stan's
cock, and forgetting about any gag reflex, Rick didn't even realize it
when he swallowed Stan's 11 inches, all the way up to the balls.
"LOOK AT THAT RICK."  Stan smiled.  "You took it all.  On the second
try.  I think that's a record."
When he realized what had happened, Rick began to try to push Stan out of
his mouth.  Stan was having no part of it.  He pushed the back of Rick's
head forward.
"Not so fast bottom.  Your topman wants service, you give it."  He worked
Rick's nips even more, and the sensation of that action got Rick even
more relaxed.  He submitted to the huge cock, and sucked and sucked,
until Stan pulled it out, and playfully beat it around Rick's face.
Gasping for breath, rick got out.  "Sir, that was fucking fantastsic.
FUCKING FANTASTIC."
Stan laughed.  "Oh, we're not down yet, rick.  Not even close."  He
grabbed Rick from behind, by his neck, and led him, shirt opened and his
pecs exposed, into the bedroom.  Rick saw the restraints at the top of
the bed.
"OH NO.  YOU AIN'T TYING ME UP.  NO WAY THAT'S HAPPENING.  "
"That right? "  Stan rubbed his chin over one of rick's nips, and the man
gasped.  "OH SHIT.  OH SHIT. "  Then Stan moved to his teeth, and nibbled
that nip.
"I'm gonna untie you, you're gonna get on that bed, and you're gonna move
your hands up there.  GOT IT?"  He reached down and squeezed rick's hard
cock, to make his point.
"I understand Sir.  Yes sir."  Rick was eager to try to take Stan's cock
again, but he didn't think he was gonna be able to take all 11.
Stan secured the wrists bonds, and he straddled rick.  He smiled at him,
and kissed him, without tongue.
"You're a great fuck rick.  A truly great one. And I'm gonna make you a
better one."  He slipped off rick's Gucci belt, and slid down his pants.
The designer shoes came off, and so did the white silk thong.
"What a great ass you got, stud.  So many squats.  Waiting for a man like
me..."  Stan chuckled, as he pushed rick's legs in the air.
"You gonna lube me Sir?"
"Yup, but with man lube"  Stan pushed out his tongue.  "Lots of spit, and
then, your own juice stimulated by these..."  he held out his fingers.
Then he dived down into rick's ass.  He tasted the musty sweat from a
trip to the gym, and that long, pointed tongue got to work.
"OH DAMN.  MY bottoms never did me so good." Rick felt his eyes rolling
in the back of his head.
"Like they say stud, if you want a job done right, do it yourself."  He
got back to work, eating out his bottom's ass, as rick moaned, and
squirmed.  Every now and then, Stan would reach up, and grab one or both
rick's nips.  When he felt he had lubed him enough, Stan began sliding a
finger into rick.
"OH SHIT.  I hope your hand isn't as big as your cock."
Stan laughed.  "Fair point.  " He put in another finger, and swiveled the
two of them around, until he felt rick begin to self lube.  Then he moved
around some more.   Finally, he looked at rick.
"You ready, stud?  Focus on the restraints.  Try to pull out.  If you do
that, you won't notice it too much."
Rick gave it some thought, and did.  He pulled on the restraints which
were way too secure and tight for him to break.  And, little by little,
Stan got first the 9 inches he did the first time, into rick, and then
the rest.
"OH MAN THAT FEELS SO GOOD. IT HURTS BUT IT HURTS GOOD. RAM ME BIG MAN"
 Now that Stan was  in him, all the way, rick could stop pushing against
the restraints, but he liked the way it felt to struggle.  And struggle
he did.  He yelled at Stan.
"OFF ME YOU BASTARD. I DON'T WANT THIS.  FUCKKKK...."
Stan laughed.  "you like it rough rickster?  Cause I could make it
rougher if you like."
"Next time stud.  Friday.  Gag me.  Make me SUFFER.. OH SHIT.."  Stan was
beginning to slide back, faster and faster.  He grabbed Rick's cock.
"You wanna cum, handsome."
"YES SIR.  WITH YOU. TOGETHER.  DAMN. OH.. OH OH OH OH OH. "
The whale emoji was not inaccurate as both men shot loads from their way
better than average sized cocks.

Stan took a deep breath as he slid out of rick and lay on top of him.  He
reached to loosen the restraints and rick shook his head.
"NO. NO. Not yet.  Please."  He smiled.  "I like feeling as if I'm your
prisoner."
"My captured detective."  Stan smiled, as he stroked Rick's belly and
kissed him.  "Caught in an ambush, and now... forced to work as a sex
slave." He kissed rick again.  "I like that. "
"Can you lay on top of me Stan?  Like a blanket? Please. "
Without a word, Stan did it.  "I think you do have to be untied now rick,
because .. now I want something.  I want you to hold me.  Because I wanna
whisper something into your ear. "
"Ok, stud.  Do it."   When he did, Rick hugged him.  All the gym work
made him very strong, and he held Stan very close as Stan whispered into
his ear.
"I think I'm falling for you rick.  Lots to talk about, but if you wanted
to be a couple.  I'd give up the escorting.  Think about it."
Rick paused.  He had never felt the way he did about someone the way he
did about Stan.  But he knew, without asking, that becoming Stan's
partner, and Stan giving up escorting, meant he'd be bottoming.  ONLY
bottoming.
"Can we talk about this on Friday Stan?  I'm gonna have some questions,
but... geez.  I don't wanna give up getting that cock."
Stan kissed him again.  "Let's get some dinner.  Think on it.  I thought
on it, and know what?  I bet you never thought you could take 11."
Rick laughed.  "Never did.  Not sure if I will again." He laughed.  Stan
pinned him down.
"Oh you will.  Maybe even later tonight."  Now he fed Rick his tongue.
"MMM. You have the sweetest lips of any man I ever kissed rickster."

"Then kiss them again, stud.  And let's get some dinner.  I want more
than a Stan special protein shake. "