Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2020 21:15:39 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Hal gets himself a straight bondage slave - installment 3 brad's head was spinning. He was sitting in the passenger seat of Hal's car, in his sweaty softball uniform, his hands cuffed behind his back, while Hal drove. Just before he started driving, Hal had reversed brad's cap, so that the rim was backward. "Cocksuckers wear their caps backwards, so that the brim doesn't get in the way of their work. Just some bottom trivia for ya, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad." Hal laughed as they took off. "WHY are you doing this to me?" brad whined. "I didn't want any of this. I don't want any of this. Why won't you let me go." Hal laughed again. "brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, you're not a good liar," He patted brad's crotch. "That woody started to grow the minute I put the cuffs on you. Don't deny it." Brad bit his lip. Hal was telling the truth. Having his hands cuffed behind him - with real handcuffs - was something brad had always fantasized about. He could struggle, but there was no way he could get out. "How're your nips feeling sailor?" Hal smiled as he asked the question. "They're fine. No thanks to you." "Sensitive?" Brad didn't answer, so Hal pressed one hand on his crotch, as he drove. "SENSITIVE?" Brad winced. "Yes sir. They're still sensitive from the clamps." "GOOD. I'll keep that in mind after we get home. " He paused. "You know, I was right. You DID have the best ass on the playing field today." "Gee , thanks." brad sniped "Something else you should know, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Heh heh. In my experience, the absolute BEST lube for popping a bottom's cherry, is his own sweat. " Brad's face went white. "Just sayin. You're nice and sweaty. Maybe we'll have some fun before you shower." "Please Sir. I don't want you to fuck me." "Now, brad. You know that what you want doesn't matter. Not this week, at all, and not when you're with me, period. Who's in charge." Brad paused, and before Hal could bring down his hand on his crotch again, he muttered "you are Sir." "That's right. So, first of all, I don't believe you. Second of all, if I wanna fuck you, you're getting fucked." "Do you want to fuck me Sir?" Hal sucked in some breath. "I do. Whether I want to tonight or not, is still in the air. SO many things I can do to you." "Please let me go Sir. I'll blow you any time you want, but please let me go." "Oh, you WILL blow me any time I want. But you'll do anything else I want you to do too." He began to pull into his garage. "Never thought about this feature of the house, brad, but the door connecting the garage to my basement? Means I have no risk of anyone seeing you cuffed as I bring you in." Brad thought about screaming, but he knew that on the weekends, this part of town was pretty much quiet. He felt Hal put one hand on his ass, and the other on his forearm. Hal squeezed an ass cheek. "It really IS nice and firm. You've taken good care of it, brad." Another pause. "Your parents ever spank you?" "Yes sir. They did." "Did you get hard when your old man did it." "THAT'S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS." "I bet you'll get hard if I spank you." "SHIT. You wouldn't." "Well, we gotta break in that ass one way or the other. " They got into the house, and brad felt Hal putting the key into the cuffs. Brad pulled his hands around and massaged his wrists. "Thank you Sir." Hal smiled. "Well, you may have learned SOMETHING. Now... let me think... should I let you shower, or should I introduce you to the world , the fine world, of butt fucking." Brad closed his eyes for a minute, then he began to kneel. "Blow job Sir?" "Ha ha. Trying to delay the inevitable. But sure..." Hal opened his zipper. "SUCK IT SHORTSTOP" Brad brought his mouth around Hal's cock. He slid back and forth, and he could hear Hal moaning. For a split second, he thought about biting down and running, but ... first of all, there was the evidence Hal had on his phone, and probably on his computer. And second, he was enjoying this. A spot appeared at his athletic pants, as he sucked. He was getting excited himself, as Hal's cock grew. "DAMN IT STRAIGHT BOY. You suck cock good." Hal pulled brad's head forward, until he could feel the gag reflex starting. Then he shot, deep into brad's mouth. "OH YES. STRAIGHT MOUTH IS THE BEST..." He looked at brad, smiling. He saw the spot on brad's pants. "Yes, but in the shower. I don't wanna see it." "Yes Sir." In the shower, brad did in fact jerk off. Hal knew because the yelp that came out of brad's mouth was high pitched, and loud. The shower felt good to brad. He used the hottest water he could stand, and filled his mouth with it, several times, trying to get the taste of Hal out of it. That was a "thing" with Brad. He loved sucking cock, but he always felt guilty about it. And if he could taste his top afterward, he felt even guiltier. He shouldn't be doing this, but he was. And he enjoyed it. He dried himself in one of Hal's big, luxurious towels. When he came out, Hal was sitting on the bed smiling. "How about you get dressed, handsome? We can get some dinner, and then... who knows what the night will bring." "I... I didn't bring any clothes Sir. We left from my house, remember?" "Of course I do, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Do you remember what I do for a living? I've got just what you need, right here." Brad saw a very high quality shirt, pink, and a pair of blue trousers. No underwear. Shoes, with very thin socks. He sighed, and began to get dressed. "These pants, Sir.. I think they're the wrong size. I think they may be too small." Hal started laughing hysterically. "They're tight. The way they should be. They'll show off your sweet ass. Trust me brad, where we're going tonight, everyone will appreciate what a fine one you have. " "What? Where are we going?" Hal mentioned the name of a restaurant across town. A good one. One that was known to cater to gay men. "I CAN'T GO THERE. WHAT IF SOMEONE SEES ME?" Hal smiled. "Like Pockets is such a great place to be seen? Think of it this way, stud muffin: you're gonna be seen with me anyway. You may as well be seen in a hoity toity place instead of a dive." Brad looked like he was going to cry. Hal came up to him. "Look brad. Let's face some facts. You don't want to admit it, but you love what I do to you. I love doing it to you. And we're gonna keep on doing it. Worried about your wife hearing about it? Well, we're not having sex on a pool table.." He smiled. "Not yet anyway. And if someone tells her "that gay restaurant, well... YOU THINK SHE HAS ANY DOUBTS ABOUT ME?" Brad took a deep breath. "How do I look Sir?" "Shirt fits you well . Accents that chest of yours. Now..." Hal came in and opened a second button. "You're lucky to have chest hair. Let a little show. " He looked again. "MMMM. GOD are you HOT. One last thing. Roll the sleeves. You've got good arms. You gotta show them off." Reluctantly, brad did what he was told. "Now brad, let's do something here. Come look at yourself in the mirror. Ask yourself this question: do you blame me for wanting you?" Again, reluctantly, brad went to the mirror. "HOLY SHIT" he thought to himself. "I'd fucking do me if I saw me like this." Brad felt Hal wrap his arm around his middle. "A few drinks, in both of us... and you may very well have your legs in the air tonight brad." He nibbled brad's ear, and he saw the blissed expression on brad's face. "Yes sir." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx Hal changed before the went out too. While he was showering, and changing, he left brad tied and gagged in the "torture chair" : that's what Hal called the chair where he toyed with his bottoms, before taking them to bed. He planned to do more than a few things to brad in that chair - which was really just a simple dining room table chair, fitted with a removable dildo - but for now, he just wanted to make sure brad didn't go anywhere. Sitting in the chair, gagged, tied and helpless, brad was, again, conflicted. Being under Hal's control was erotically stimulating to him. He loved the idea of being helpless, or close to helpless . He loved the idea of resisting and being overcome. But he wanted to control WHAT he resisted, and WHAT Hal did to him, and that clearly was something that Hal was not going to let him do. While brad had fantasized about taking a man's cock in his ass, he never intended to actually try to do it. Now, however, it seemed that sooner or later, probably sooner, Hal was going to fuck him. And being at Hal's beck and call, was both stimulating, and scary. "I think we have some playtime before we have to head to the restaurant," Hal spoke as he entered the room, in a silk white shirt, some black pants, and a pair of expensive shoes. "He looks good," brad thought to himself, but all he could get out was "MMMMMPH". "I'm just using a bandana gag today brad..." Hal explained as he stepped behind brad, and began digging his thumbs into brad's shoulders. "I have about five or six different kinds - including one with a big ole' hole in it, so I can shove my cock into your mouth while you're gagged. Maybe tomorrow I'll show them to you - or better yet, try them all." "MMMPH MMMPH MMMMPH " brad shook his head "NO", and hoped that the leaking he felt at his crotch wasn't showing on his pants. Hal leaned his chin on one of brad's shoulders, and began nibbling his ear as he whispered "you know, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, the male body has so many zones that are ultra sensitive, and easy to stimulate. You straight guys don't know about any of them... " He slipped his hand inside brad's shirt, and toyed with the left nipple. "MMMMMMMMMM" brad didn't fight it. He loved it. "Wifey ever do that to you brad? " Hal laughed . He knew the answer. "Lyn is a sweetheart, she really is. She led me to you, and for that I have to thank her. But she's conventional. I bet she never thought for a minute of, oh, putting on a strap on, and taking YOUR ass, they way you took her pussy." Talking about his love life with his wife was pissing brad off, and he tried to scream at Hal. Hal just laughed. (In fact, brad and Lyn rarely had any kind of sex anymore, let alone something as creative as her putting on a strap on." Hal continued to work on brad's nips. "Has Lyn ever asked you to eat her pussy, handsome." "MMMPH MMMPH MMMMPH." brad was getting angry, and then frustrated, because he couldn't throw a fist at this man, or do anything. And yes, she had, and he refused. "Even if we don't go 'all the way' tonight, sweetie pie, I think you're gonna find out why she wanted you to do it. Cause you got a pussy too, bottom." Brad had a pretty good idea of what Hal had in mind. Again, he was torn: it sounded wonderful, it sounded horrible. Hal looked at his watch. "I'm having so much fun, but we DO have to eat." He took off the gag first. "Can you fucking leave out my sex life with my wife?" Brad demanded, angrily. Hal walked forward slowly, and pressed his knee into brad's crotch. "OOOOOHHHH" moaned brad. "Sure sweetie. Just as long as we remember: I know how to reach her." He stepped back and took a photo of brad, tied up in the chair. "I really should've taken one with your cock out and hard, stud, but we have all weekend." "FUCK YOU, you damn BASTARD." Hal looked at brad and smiled. "At some point, you're gonna be yelling FUCK ME you damn STUD" He untied brad, and helped him out of the chair. "It'd be pretty weird to bring you to the restaurant tied up, brad, but you will learn, that you'll walk with your hands behind your back when you're with me. To remember your place." "Yes sir." That thought did more than stimulate Brad. There was more than one time when he had seen a hot guy, and in order to pretend the guy had him under control, he'd do something like put his hands behind his back, or just imagine the guy's cock in his mouth. Had he ever imagined being fucked? Yeah, he had. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx Hal knew a few of the people who were at the restaurant that night. Brad ("thank God" he thought), knew none of them. He appreciated Hal introducing him as "my cousin from out of town," even though nobody believed Hal, and at times, he winked to friends to let them know he was lying. Many of the tables for two seemed to be designed so that the guests sat next to each other, rather than across from each other. Hal began playing footsie with Brad, right away, "So, stud. Take a look around the restaurant. Pick three guys you'd like to blow. If I know them, I'll see about bringing you together. I'll even film it for your viewing pleasure" In fact , there were about six guys who brad fancied sucking, but he kept quiet. He had a feeling that Hal WOULD do it, and that scared him. "Have you ever heard of spit roasting, brad?" Brad blushed almost the color of his shirt. He HAD heard about it. He had magazines about it, and he had watched videos about it. He had had some of his most violent orgasms about it. He almost grinned: it was one of the most recent times he and Lyn had made love: he watched a video on it before getting into bed. "Yes sir. I know what it is." Hal smiled. "Wanna do it sometime? After, of course, we introduce you to anal sex?" 'I DON'T WANT TO BE INTRODUCED TO ANAL SEX" Brad suddenly realized he had raised his voice so that the tables around him heard. They went silent. "Oh honey, better late than never" one guy at a table answered, to laughs all around "Do you behave this badly when you go out with Lyn, brad? Because if you do, I hope she punishes you the way I'm gonna punish you tonight." "I'm sorry Sir. I lost control." Hal put his hand on brad's thigh. "it's ok baby. You're learning a whole lot, real fast. AH. Here comes our dinner. Chow down. It'll give you strength for tonight." Brad didn't think he was hungry, but he was famished. He had eaten a light brunch with some of his teammates that morning, but nothing since then. The food was well prepared, and Hal made sure his wine glass was full. He was a little tipsy, and more than a little full when they were done. Hal had only had one glass of wine. He was always very careful about that. "You know, this is really our first 'date' brad. I think I deserve something for that. Know what it is?" "OH SHIT. Thought brad. He's gonna kiss me. Right here in public. I think I'd rather get fucked." Then he felt Hal's lips on his. They felt good. He wanted more. He tried to suck down Hal's tongue, and Hal refused. "You slut. " Hal laughed. "We'll do that back home. Wanna leave? Wanna give your cocksucker card to anyone here?" "No Sir. I just wanna go home." "Your home, or my home, Brad?" "Yours Sir." When they got in the car, brad asked "Sir, are there any handcuffs in the car? We're only heading home and, well..." "OH. straight boy is stepping out. Go in the glove compartment. There's a pair there. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time you locked them on yourself. " "He's right again" thought Brad. "DAMN. Was he in the room, or..." Hal answered him. "you know, a lot of you str8 guys think you're the only one into this stuff. You're not. I've had at least six str8 guys at that bar, and..." he paused for effect. "It's 2, or maybe 3, guys who work at your company." "NO. FOR REAL?" "YESSS. For real. And no, I'm not telling you, any more than I'd tell them. They all behaved very well. It just didn't work out." Hal thought back. He hoped that brad didn't become too submissive. That's what had happened with the last ones. They just gave up. But those guys, while straight, hadn't been married, and hadn't had children. He was hoping that would make brad more of a challenge - and more fun. When they got back to Hal's place, when they got in the kitchen, he spun brad around. "Ok, handsome. Now for that kiss." Brad hesitated for just a minute, until Hal's lips met his. He moaned a minute, and then he accepted Hal's tongue and began sucking it down. His hands were still cuffed in front of him, but he tried to get them on Hal's cock. He could feel how rigid it was. When Hal broke the kiss, brad looked at him. He was scared, but he was eager... maybe even desperate. "Fuck me Sir. Please. Fuck me. "