Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2020 15:40:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: straight bondage slave - installment 11

Lyn woke up from her night with Selma feeling, well, like a new woman.
She had never done something like this before, and it felt  good.  As a
young girl, she had been taught not to express her feelings, not to make
noise, and when she found her husband's secret stash of porn, and found
the websites, her first thought was  "How did I fail him?"  She never
quite got over that.  She tried.  She tried everything she could.  New
perfume.  New lingerie.  Learning new dishes.  She read books on sex that
made her blush.
Nothing.  Nothing changed between she and Brad, only she began to get
more frustrated.  The trip to the store, to get him new clothes, was
almost a "hail Mary" type of pass:  maybe, just maybe, if she could make
Brad more attractive to her, he'd feel more attractive himself, and maybe
it would rub off on her.  It was a desperate effort.  She had a feeling
it had backfired. She thought Hal was great.  He did everything he could
to satisfy what she wanted.  But... did he think she wasn't aware of the
footsie going on under the table that night?  Did he REALLY think her
mother had asked her to come and stay with her for a week?  Absolutely
not.  She had engineered this, to give Brad time to exercise his
suppressed desires.

She hadn't factored meeting Selma into the plan.
"This changes everything"  she thought.  "And  in a good way."  As she
was lying there in bed, as Selma slept,  she planned to call Hal that day
. Not her husband, but Hal.  She felt that it was time that they all
talked.


While this was going on in Lyn's mind,  Hal and brad were in bed too.
Hal had his arm thrown around brad, and his hand, as usual, was lying on
brad's left nip, the more sensitive one.  Hal was feeling randy.  He slid
his other hand down, and slipped it between brad's legs.
"NNGNGNGN"  was brad's sleepy response.  At first, he pulled his thighs
tighter, but as Hal persisted, he opened up.  Hal's fingers got in, and
he began gently massaging about an inch of flesh, right between brad's
dick and ass.   At first, brad's breathing just got a bit more ragged.
Then he began to moan.  When Hal didn't stop, he continued to moan,
except he made no sound.  Hal could feel brad's body quivering, and
that's when he moved his fingers over the nip and squeezed.

"OOOOOOH.  OH GOD.  What are you doing to me, Sir?"
"I'm getting you horny so I can FUCK you, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  " He
pushed his hard cock against brad.  "See what you're doing to me? Now,
you're gonna feel what I'm gonna do to you."
"But I'm supposed to give you a blow job Sir."
"Well, maybe we'll do that tonight.  I have other plans for you tonight.
For this morning though...  roll on your back.
"Yes sir,"  brad sighed.  He was still sleepy, but he knew:  if he wanted
that cage off his cock , he'd better do what he was told.  He got in
position.  Hal took hold of his legs and spread them a little.
"I think I've fucked you nearly every night since you've been here."
"Sometimes twice Sir.  Once, three times."
Hal laughed. "Typical businessman.  You writing it in a ledger. "
"No Sir.  I just remember.  OOOOOOOH."  Morning beard on his hear, with
Hal rubbing it back and forth, as he began lifting brad's legs.  Brad
felt the engorged cockhead.  It felt thicker than usual.
"I was dreaming about what I'm gonna do to you today, and this weekend,
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  That's why I'm so hard."  He began
slipping in.  Brad didn't expect the morning fuck, and he had to get used
to the thicker cock.
"MMMM.  Easy Sir.  Please.  I'm still sore."
"Too bad, bradford.  A sore ass is the lot in life of a bottom."  He
thrust harder, and his whole cock was in brad, as he moved fingers to
both nips.
"Remember when you said I'd never fuck you.  You'd never surrender.
You'd never be my bitch."
"I did say all of that Sir."
"Well..." Hal smiled.  "I can get you to submit any time I want, can't
I?"
"Yes sir."
"And I'm fucking you.  AGAIN.  And you're liking it."
"Yes Sir."
"Not sure I'd call you my bitch.  This morning though..."  He pushed
faster.  "You ARE my cum dump."  He shot a load into brad's ass, smiling,
as he flicked his finger on brad's nose, and then kissed him.
"You are just SO cute in the morning.  More cute than hot, but you're
that too.  As they day goes on, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, you get hotter
and hotter. "
"Lucky me," brad muttered.
"WHAT, studmuffin?"
"Nothing Sir, nothing.  I was just saying I was lucky I was with you
instead of someone else."
Hal arched up and pinned brad's wrists to the bed corners.
"Well, I have some plans for you tonight, but for now... let's get you
unlocked so you can jerk, and I'll pick out something sexy for you to
wear.  "
"Yes sir.  Thank  you Sir.  Brad was horny too.  The night before, Hal
had hogtied him and licked his ass for about twenty minutes before he
jerked off on it.  Then the fucking this morning.  He was RIDICULOUSLY
horny.  And the idea that there were surprises for him...
In the shower, it didn't take long for brad to shoot. He was almost
tearful when it happened.  He had become addicted to bottoming.  How was
he going to figure this out, with Lyn?

He came out of the shower.  It was gonna be another jeans day.  He
moaned.  Brad liked wearing jeans, he didn't like the attention he got.
The jeans were lying next to a soft charcoal gray shirt, and a few little
pieces of something he didn't recognize.

"Before you get dressed, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, we need to
accessorize."  Hal picked up what brad didn't recognize.  There were four
small pieces of double stick tape.  Hal put two crosses of two pieces, on
each of brad's nips.  The rough feel of the tape began to arouse brad,
notwithstanding his orgasm.  Then Hal covered each one with a bandage.
"To hold them in place.  You'll be stimulated the WHOLE DAY brad..."  He
laughed.  "I want you excited for tonight"
As brad pulled on the jeans, and then the shirt, he asked  "What's
happening tonight, Sir?"
Hal turned to the bed table, and picked up an object.  "It's time for
your shave, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  Gonna make you nice and smooth."
"OH COME ON. PLEASE.  DON'T DO THAT SIR."   Hal stopped smiling and
glared at him.
"Stand up straight.  Put your hands behind your back.  "
Brad gulped.  "Yes sir."  and he did what he was told. Hal put his hand
on brad's crotch.
"Have you forgotten who's boss?"
"No Sir.  You are.  You make the rules."
"You sure about that?"
"Yes sir."
"And I said you're gonna get shaved."
Brad hesitated.  "Please Sir.  it's.."
"It's what brad?"
"It's humiliating, Sir."
Hal smiled.  "Exactly.  Being humiliated, is part of being my sub .  So
get used to it."  Brad started to say something and Hal interrupted.
"One more word on this, and the suspenders go on.  They'll hold the
bandages nice and close for the whole day."
"I'm sorry Sir.  Of course."
"Did I hear a thank you for not locking you back up?"
Brad suddenly realized:  he wasn't.
"Oh.  I was so occupied I didn't realize it.  Thank you Sir."
"No jerking off.  I want that cock hard and free for tonight.  Trust me
dumpling, you're gonna LOVE being shaved."

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As brad drove to work, he went through all that had happened to him over
the last week and few days.  He assumed it had just been coincidence that
Hal had been his salesman, and had seen him in the backroom at Pockets.
Hal seemed to have a lot of contacts though, and some of them were really
good looking.  But he had focused on brad.  One day, he had to ask Hal
why.  In the meanwhile, he had to sort out a bunch of stuff, because Lyn
and the kids would be back soon.  He was loving the gay sex, but was he
gay?   More than the sex, he loved the way Hal dominated him:  it wasn't
a complete domination, far from it.  But the minute the door closed on
the house, Hal was in charge.  The degree to which he remembered
details:  like handcuffing brad in the car,  made everything hotter.  And
he varied things.  The gags, the style of bondage, what he did in bed.
When brad surrendered, he wanted to surrender.  And then this morning:
when Hal hesitated about calling him his bitch:  that felt better than he
thought it would.  Yeah, he might think of himself as a cum whore at
times, and Hal might call him that, but he wasn't really treated that
way.
Brad began to get aroused as he thought about the softball game on the
weekend that had just passed.  Hal had made him wear a tight pair of
shorts, and when he put on his cap, turned it backwards.
"Cocksuckers need the rim in back, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  That way
they can get their mouth where it needs to go."  Brad blushed, and he was
angry for a minute, and then he remembered:  he WAS a cocksucker.  If the
guys on the team knew, well...
Hal had sat in a place during the game, where he could take lots of
pictures of brad's ass when he was playing.  And he did.  And.... then
the scene.  He pretended that brad had forgotten something, they went
back to the locker room, and then Hal tied him to the bench, pulled up
his legs, and fucked the blazes out of him, while he was gagged with a
ball gag.  GOD.  That might have been one of their hottest scenes.
Did he love Hal?  NO.  Did he love the sex?  YES. Did he love Lyn?  YES.
Did he love the sex he USED to have with her?  NO.  He didn't miss it.
"I'm all screwed up" he sighed as he pulled into a parking space.
It was just a typical Monday, except for brad thinking about what was to
come that night. A shaved chest.  He'd have to start thinking about what
to tell Lyn now.

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When Hal got to work that morning, there was a message on his cell phone.
"Hal?  It's Lyn.  Brad's wife.  I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to
discuss something real important with you.  Can you call me back when you
have a bit of time?  Thanks."  She seemed very shaky in the message.  But
she said she needed time to talk.  It would have to wait until his
break.
"Lyn?  I'm sorry I took so long to get back to you.  Is everything ok?"
"Hi Hal.  Well, I'm not sure.  Maybe you can tell me.  If I can cut to
the chase:  I know Brad's gay.  I found the box of magazines, I found the
toys, and I found the websites.  I was kinda glad.  Now I understand why
he's been so, well, cold, sexually.  "  Another pause.  "And I saw the
two of you playing footsie when we were out, so if the two of you are
dating.."
"I wouldn't call it dating Lyn, but , you've sort of got it."
"You know, I'm  happier that it's you than anyone else Hal.  And I want
Brad to be happy.  I want me to be happy too, and I'll have some news on
that.  Let's just say I'm coming home with a plus one, and you'll be
surprised.  But... we have to decide how to do this.  You and I.  Brad is
going to freak if he hears it ahead of me being there.  I'm serious.  So,
maybe we can talk again and come up with a plan."
"I think that's a good idea Lyn.  Brad is very lucky to have someone as
understanding as you."
She laughed.  "It wasn't easy.  I wish he had told me.  Anyhow, let me
not take up more of your day.  We'll talk some more."
"Take care Lyn.  I'll think this through.  You and I:  we can make this
work."
Hal had mixed emotions about all of this.  He thought Lyn was a truly
fine person, and he didn't want her to be hurt.  This gave him a clean
path to having brad for himself,  but would she be hurt?  It didn't sound
like it:  she said she was bringing back a "plus one," but what did that
mean?  What this all meant, in the short term, is that he could do
whatever he wanted to brad, and not worry about how Lyn was going to
react.  She knew.
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Brad finished his Monday night workout, and showered.  He reached for his
cock, and then thought better of it.  Hal would know, and he'd suffer for
it.  More than usual
"I hate this.  And I love this"  he said to himself, with no one around.
He thought about the morning fuck.  Was Hal gonna fuck him again
tonight?
"brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  Glad you're home on time.  We'll
have time for a leisurely dinner after we're done."
"Great," was brad's non-committal response.
"Now brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  I think the only things you like
better than good food are the gym and my cock.  "
Brad didn't argue.  He was right.
"So, look, this is the start of a new phase for us, so I'm taking you out
tonight.  Gonna get you really well drunk, so I can take advantage of you
all night."
"Promises promises."
Hal snickered.  "You know what's next.  Get on the bed.  Spread your arms
out to the corners."
"Yes sir"  brad barely whispered.  Something about being shaved was
really bothering him.
Hal secured both of his wrists, and then very, very slowly unbuttoned his
shirt.
"How'd these little toys treat you, today, muffin?"
"I was hard the whole fucking day, Sir."
"GOOD.  Then we'll make them a regular part of your wardrobe." Hal smiled
at the exasperated face brad gave him, and then just gently stroked his
belly.
"I love how you take care of your abs, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  No
six pack, but no dad bod.  Just the way I like my men. "
"Glad I can please you..............Sir."   Hal was about to threaten
brad with a neck hickey, but then he remembered:  he was gonna do that
anyway, just not tonight.  Since Lyn knew, there was no reason to hide
it.  Instead, he began nibbling on brad's chin, something he had never
done before, while his hand roved up and down brad's chest and torso.
 He moved his mouth to brad's ear.
"You regret surrendering , boi?"
Without hesitation, brad answered  "No Sir."
Hal leaned on his arm.  "I was just thinking.  What if I could figure
something out so that you could live here at least a week a month."
Brad pulled at the ropes.  "WHAT?  "  The week plus with Hal had been
awesome, but how could they pull that off?
"Well, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, this is an awfully big house.  It
could fit Lyn and your kids in it.  "
"Yeah right.  Having them underfoot.  When would we be able to do
anything?"
"One thing at a time, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  And speaking of one thing
at a time."  He reached over and picked up a barbers' clippers.
"These are sharp.  Don't move too much, sweetie.  DAMN, I bet you're
gonna be even hotter when you're smoooooth."  He applied the clipper to
brad's chest.  Brad moved his head just a little, and he saw his chest
hair, what of it there was, start to disappear.  Then the hair on his
belly.  Hal worked methodically and slowly.  He smiled
"I think we're done."  He had a warm cloth ready, and he washed all the
shaved hair off of brad's chest.
"DAMN that looks hot, stud. I think you should see it."
He untied brad, and told him to go check himself out in the bathroom
mirror.  Brad had no idea what to expect, and when he saw his shaved
body, he thought  "Yes..  It looks good."  He felt his arms being pulled
behind him by Hal.
"Now doesn't that look hot, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad?  Amateur athlete,
captured in his own bathroom, overpowered with a nip squeeze."
"FUCK.  We could do that scene Sir?"
Hal ran his scruff over brad's ear.  "We're gonna do a LOT of scenes.
Now, here's what's gonna happen.  I'm not gonna lock you up tonight.
Tomorrow after your shower, yes. For tonight, you should put on something
clean.  I'll drive.
Brad felt like wearing a white shirt.  One of the snugger ones.  And a
blazer.  Hal approved.  He came up from behind Brad again, and began
toying with his nip.
"That is SUCH a fucking hot look on you.  SUCH a fucking hot look."  He
grabbed brad by the neck, and shoved his tongue down his throat.  His
fingers never left brad's nips.
"Please Sir. Put me back on the bed.  FUCK ME.  We'll order dinner
later.  Now, JUST FUCK ME..."
Hal smiled.  "Who's my sub?"
"That's me Sir."
"You gonna put out for me?"
"Yes sir."
"On the bed.  Back in the restraints."
Hal was finding his own cock getting bigger and bigger as he looked at
sexy brad.  He almost ripped brad's pants off, he was so horny.  And even
though he just shredded brad's ass, shoving in all at once, with no
warning,  brad came first.
"Sorry Sir.  I... I."
"You'll get punished later.  For now..."  Hal began to pump brad.  The
sex felt so much better now that he knew that Lyn was not gonna be a
problem.  He fucked brad so hard that his ass hurt at work the next day.
And he came so vigorously, that extra jizz fell out of brad's ass.
They ordered in some food.  Before they went to bed, Hal locked up brad's
cock, and cuffed his wrists.  As he cuddled into his Master, brad smiled.

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