Date: Sun, 27 Sep 2020 17:13:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: straight bondage slave - installment 9

"Some night.  Never know how these things are gonna turn out"  Hal was
thinking as he came out of sleep.  This brad... what an interesting man.
Hal loved dominating closeted married guys - brad was far from his
first.  There was just something about breaking down that wall of fake
masculinity: showing them that you knew EXACTLY what they were thinking
and wanted.  brad had been no exception there.  But brad had WANTED it so
much more than a lot of these guys did.  He was far from "malnourished,"
but this man was starving for the kind of attention and domination that
he was getting from Hal.  If Hal had needed to write down a plan for
domination, he would have played it out for the full two weeks, with a
big question mark next to the line  "brad submits."  He thought he'd need
two weeks for it, and maybe more.  Now, here they were:  brad had
surrendered.  Hal smiled and because brad's body was turned to him, he
couldn't see it.  A week of true Master/sub play.  It was gonna be
great.
The way they were sleeping was evidence of how special brad was.  When
Hal took his closet cases to bed, they would wince, and pull away from
his embrace.  They didn't want it:  sex was ok, but somehow, the intimate
act of sleeping together and doing nothing was more than they could
take.  From the first night, brad had just sort of melted into his body,
like he belonged there.  No arguments, no fights, nothing.  For sure,
he'd resist when Hal was flipping him over, but wasn't he doing that
because it got them both excited?  Hal was no scholar, but on the
continuum of things, he thought brad had to be much closer to gay, than
to straight.  No way he was in the middle.

He had paid attention to brad's sleeping patterns, how his breathing
changed, etc.  He knew that brad was close to waking up.  He smiled.
Domination training was gonna have to begin, now.   As brad began to
stir, he flipped him over on his back, pinning his wrists.  Brad began to
writhe.  This was new to him.  Hal stared down and smiled.

"Good morning slave." He just stared and smiled.
brad took a deep breath, and sighed.  "good morning Sir.  I guess I
belong to you now.  But I've got work."  Hal laughed just a little. He
slid to the side so he could pin brad down, but have a hand to torment
his nip.

"brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  You've gone to work somewhere between 1
and 2 hours early, every day, your whole working life , haven't you?" His
pinching of brad's left nip meant that brad had to compose himself before
answering .
"Yes sir. I think every single morning.  Unless I had a dental
appointment."
"Today, you're gonna be on time.  Maybe even a little late.  We have some
things to go over. Your new responsibilities.  You remember what you said
last night, didn't you."
Brad pushed against Hal's hands, and saw it was hopeless.  He also saw
from the side what he felt:  he was getting hard.
"Yes Sir.  I do.  I surrendered. "
"Do you regret that? You get one chance to renounce it.  "
Brad hesitated.  "No Sir.  It might be fun to get broken again, but I'm a
man of my word.  You won.  You're my Master."
Hal smiled, and brought his lips down.  "Well, here's a brief reward .
More is coming."  He teased brad's lips with his tongue, before he got a
short moan."
"So, we're going to go over our morning ritual now.  In bed, easy.  I
wake up horny .  So every morning you'll be getting what I call "Hal's
special protein shake.  First thing."
Brad didn't have any problems with that.  He liked giving blow jobs.  If
he had to name a "specialty," that was it. Doing it in the morning, was
hot.  He could think back on it all day.
"And... for now, we're going to use the cock cage like this:  After
you've showered, and jerked - which I know you're gonna do - on goes the
cage.  It stays on until we hook up, when you get your evening fuck.
"Every night Sir?"
"Fair point.  Maybe not every night up your ass, but there'll be
something happening every night.  Maybe a bondage game, maybe more blow
jobs, maybe going out somewhere. But the cage doesn't come off, until
that happens.
"Yes sir."
"I'll be deciding what you'll wear on a given day.  You'll begin to learn
that if I pick certain colors, it means I have certain things in mind for
later.  But you'll figure that out yourself." He smiled.
"I love your face right now.  You look like a young boy, learning all
about the birds and the bees."
"Well I kinda am, Sir."
"Now, last night you spoke about telling me your ONE ticklish spot.  I
think I know what it is, but you're gonna tell me, sub boi.  Right now."
Brad cracked a weak smile.  "Maybe you should try to figure it out."
Hal took the hand off brad's nip, and dropped it to his balls, and
squeezed.  "Maybe you should tell me, before I scramble some eggs."
"OH SHIT.  OH SHIT.  Ok, ok.  My feet.  My feet are ticklish Sir."
Hal smiled.  "Yeah, I thought that was it, and I have JUST the thing:
I'm gonna cut some fiberglass inserts for your shoes,
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  You're gonna wear them today.  They'll get
right through your socks, and you'll think of me, every time you walk
around."
Brad didn't answer, he just gulped.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand...."  Hal smiled.  "I was thinking of something
today.  How'd you like the suspenders?"
"They were fine Sir, but ... " he hesitated, but he knew Hal knew the
answer.  "They rubbed my nips all day.  Made me horny."
"ha ha.  Well, you're gonna wear them again today.  With a tight shirt,
nice rough fabric.  So.. we'll have the trifecta of brad torture today:
nipples and a rough shirt, a cock cage, and fiberglass insoles.  Sounds
good to me.
Brad closed his eyes for a minute. He realized he was gonna be so
sensitized by the time he came to Hal's house, he'd be ready to get
fucked, or abused, anything.

"Now... Let's get that blow job done." But first.... Welcome to life as
my sex slave."  Hal dug his tongue deeply into brad's mouth, and kissed
him for a long time.  Then he didn't say anything, but just took position
for a blow job.  Brad's mouth was dry, but he did his best.  He slid,
back and forth teasing Hal's cockhead. taking it all, and then siiding
back, little by little, driving Hal wild.  He knew he was doing the right
thing when he heard little whinnies out of Hal's mouth, followed by one,
loud, FUCK YEAH, before he felt the warm jizz going down his throat.

Hal stroked his hair.  "good boy.  brad was a good boy today.  That means
you'll get a cage with a little room for growth.  For now, though, you'd
best go get washed up."  He reached behind and stroked brad's cock, and
brad let out a muffled moan.
"Yeah, get yourself off in there too.  I don't have a cage big enough for
a hard one, and trust me..." he laughed. "You do NOT wanna have me force
a hard cock into a cage."

Brad walked off to the shower.  The last 24 hours had been, literally,
life changing.  A week ago, he was a cocky businessman, sneaking around ,
giving blow jobs, and having fantasy sex on line.  Now, he had
surrendered to a gay man, he was calling him Sir, and getting fucked on a
regular basis.  What should he do?  Should he try to report it?  Should
he say he was kidnapped? Or raped?  Or anything like that?

As the water hit him, he knew that none of that was true.  To the
contrary, every one of his fantasies was being turned into something
real.  How many times had he dreamed, or jerked off, to the thought of
being tied up, and forced to give up his mouth, or his ass?  How many
times had he dreamed of being what he called a "man wife" to another
man:  essentially being nothing but a man's cum dump, with no rights, and
no authority over his own body?

WAY more than a few times.  And he was getting harder thinking about it.
SO hard.  SO BLOODY HARD.  He thought about how Hal had fucked him the
night before, and then how he took brad that morning, filling his mouth
with his overnight cum.

Brad's own cum mixed with the shower water.  The hot water coagulated
some of it, but it all got down the drain.  He felt as relaxed as he did
after a massage.  He soaped up his cock and got it clean.  He knew from
wearing the cage before, that if anything stuck to his skin, it was gonna
stick to the cage, and it was gonna hurt.

When he came out of the shower, draped only in a towel around his waist,
he saw Hal, dressed already for work in a dark blue shirt, a maroon
necktie, and tailored pants.  "The guy LOOKS good too," brad thought to
himself.  "I always thought my Master was gonna look like some red neck
truck driver missing teeth."  Instead, he had a handsome, in shape man,
just about his age, who looked at the shirtless brad, and smiled.

"Drop the towel brad.  Time for you to start getting dresed."
brad knew what was coming.  "Yes sir" he almost whispered, as Hal picked
up the cage and walked over.  He stepped behind brad.
"That way you know how you make me feel, just standing there like that,
you sexy stud."  brad could feel the lump of Hal's crotch pressed against
him, as Hal dropped his hands, picked up brad's limp penis, and snapped
on the cage.
"Did you cum in the shower, brad?"
"Yes sir."
"Ok,  here's the new rule.  You cum when you ask for permission and I
give it.  If you do it without permission, there WILL be consequences."
"But... but   Sir... I'm used to cumming at least once a day, sometimes
twice."
"Well, maybe you will, maybe you won't.  It'll depend on how could a sub
you are."
brad sighed  "Yes sir."

"Let me help you get dressed, handsome."  Hal brought over a tailored
shirt, with a very fine window pane of blue and red.
"It's too small Sir."
"No it's not.  It's form fitting.  Suck in your gut.  You'll look even
hotter."
brad did as he was told.  He could feel the cloth up against his skin.
As he buttoned the shirt, Hal looked at him  "Two open."
"What about my tie Sir?"
Hal grinned.  "You know, you're such a stuffed shirt
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  I called your company about their dress
code.  Said the store was interested in giving breaks to all the
executives.  Neckties are optional.  You look better without one."  He
paused.  "Tell me the truth.  You wore a necktie all this time, because
it made you think of being restrained."
A blush came over brad's face.  "Yes sir.  That's right. "
"Now, let's get  you in this khaki pants, and this blazer.  You are going
to be SO FUCKING HOT, I may have to visit you at lunchtime." The khaki
pants already had the suspenders attached to them.  Hal was right.  As
brad pulled them up, they brushed his nips, and he felt just a slight
charge.
Now brad went from blushing to white as a ghost and Hal howled.
"OH BOY.  You are such a wimp.  SUCH A FUCKING WIMP.  A gay friend visits
you for lunch, and you're afraid..."
"Sir, now you tell me the truth.  If you came for lunch, you'd expect me
to put out for you."
"Hee hee.  Maybe.  A sausage lunch wouldn't be a bad thing. But it's ok.
I can get there without you.  Maybe I'll call Ken."
"NO.  NO.  Please Sir.  PLEASE.  If you want to come for lunch, you're
welcome to, but please let me know.  And PLEASE Sir... Don't call Ken."
"Oh, this one is SO easy to bend," Hal thought.  "Don't worry, stud.  I
think you can use the day to recover from me.  You'll get used to it .
I'm not going to your space, any more than I'm doing what I REALLY wanna
do, which is to fuck you in your own bed."
brad dropped his head.  He knew that, now that he had surrendered to Hal,
he could do any of that to brad if he wanted.  He was his Master.
"Thank you Sir."  Brad stepped into his shoes, and he felt the
fiberglass. He had forgotten about that.
"OH FUCK SIR.  I can barely walk."
"GOOD. That means you can't run.  Can't run away.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Now
get over here.  You're gonna gimme a kiss before you leave for work, and
then... hee hee.  You're gonna spend the day wondering what I'm gonna do
to you."
"Yes sir.  "  brad pressed his lips to Hal.  He had to admit:  he was
coming to like kissing, especially the way Hal did it.  If he ever kissed
Lyn again, he'd have to try to remember some of what Hal did.
"Is it alright if I go to the gym after work Sir?"
"Course it is.  I packed your gym bag for you, right down to a protein
bar and a bottle of water.  Make sure you're home by 7:30."
"yes sir."

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"WOW.  While the cat's away..."  brad's secretary teased him as he got
in.  "How many mornings have I gotten here before you, Brad?  Very few.
And just LOOK at the new Brad.  My God, if we were single..."
Brad laughed a little.  "Thanks T.  Lyn suggested I work with a fashion
guy, and that's what you're seeing."
"About time.  If you knew how many times I had to explain your shoddy
outfits to the other gals."

brad's feet were killing him.  When he got into his office, he kicked off
his shoes, and took the sneakers out of his workout bag.  Before he put
them on, he saw... FUCK.  Hal had lined them too.  There was a note in
the left shoe.
"I think of everything bradford.  If nothing else convinces you, you
belong to me, this should."
"Yeah, I belong to him," brad muttered under his breath.

While he was in the office, he could work without his shoes.  How was he
gonna work out in those sneakers , though?  Should he go and buy another
pair?  He texted Hal.
"Sir, you win.  But I can't work out in those sneakers.  "
Hal shot back an answer.  "What's your solution?"
"Can I buy myself another pair today, Sir?"
"Sure.  Just make sure you understand:  you're wearing the sneakers in
your bag when we do casual things.  GOT IT?"
He sighed before he answered.  "Yes sir."
At lunch, brad went out and got a new pair of sneakers.  Red ones.  To go
with the jock that Hal had made him wear that day.  One a size too
small.  Just like the gym shorts.  And the gym shirt that tapered off
right at the navel.
"He's turning me into a bitch."  brad thought, and then he felt his cock
bump up against the metal in the cage.  DAMN!

brad had figured out a way to deal with the fiberglass in his sneakers,
but the jock, the gym clothes, the suspenders:  nope, he was going to
have to get used to them.  And being semi hard the whole day.
Mid afternoon, there  was a knock on his door.  Of course, it was Ken.
"Hey stud.  How's it going? OOOOH.  Looks like Hal is having an influence
on you,"  Ken laughed.  "it's ok bud.  " He dropped his voice.  "I got so
used to the cage, I still wear it."
brad blushed big time.  "I don't know what you're talking about," and Ken
laughed.
"SURE YOU DO BRAD.  There hasn't been one of Hal's boys who hasn't had to
wear the cage.  He's got this belief that if you can't jizz, your ass
stays nice and tight.  I think he's right.  So does Marshall."
"Marshall?"  There was a Marshall at the company.  Were they?
"Yup, Marshall.  When Hal and I were wrapping it up, Marshall asked if
I'd join him for a drink.  We've been dating for about a year now.  "
Marshall was a big, man of color who worked in another department.  brad
had tried to emulate the way he dressed, but where brad had more of a
runners' build going toward dad body, Marshall was a solid wall of
muscle.  He had played football before he went to school, and then joined
the company. NO ONE would have suspected that Marshall, well...

"Maybe the four of us could go out sometime.  Oh, yeah.  Marshall lets me
play.  My topping days aren't over yet, brad, if you're willing."
"WOULD YOU LET ME GET BACK TO WORK PLEASE?"
"OOOOH.  Someone's techy today.  Hope a little Hal cock drives that out
of you tonite brad."

It was another day when brad was going to have to leave earlier than he
wanted to.  Ken had riled him, for sure.  But again, all he was doing was
bringing up thoughts in brad's head.  No, he hadn't ever thought of sex
with Ken, but the thought of Marshall.. Hmmm.  He felt the bump of metal
again.  He shifted in his chair and the suspender rubbed against his
nip.  FUCK.  And Hal's cock tonight.
"OH SHIT.  I GOTTA CUM SO BADLY..."  brad didn't think he had said it out
loud, but his secretary yelled back
"I think the proper language calls for "go" as in "I have to go to the
bathroom, boss."

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The tight shorts, the too small shirt, got brad more than enough
attention at the gym.
"Hey, dude.  I thought you were str8 so I stayed away.  My bad.  Drink
after workout?" One of the muscle heads approached him.
"Thanks but... I can't.  I'm seeing someone and he expects me."
"No problem dude.  Just let me know if you ever..."  The guy, who
couldn't have been more than 25, smiled
"I'm into daddies."
brad's day was NOT going well.

He looked at his watch.  7:10.  SHIT.  He needed to shower, and he was
gonna be late.  He texted Hal.
"Sir.  My bad.  I'll be about fifteen minutes late."
Hal answered back.  "One paddle whack per minute.  It'll teach you
discipline."
brad thought for a minute.  Should he skip the shower, or should he take
the paddle? He bumped up against the cage again, and that gave him his
answer.

He walked into the house, just about 7:43.  Hal was sitting in his
recliner.  He had switched into a black crewneck cashmere sweater and
jeans.  He was reading this enormous book that seemed to be on British
history.  "DAMN he's good looking," brad thought.
"Hi Sir. Sorry I'm late."
"Well, it is what it is brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.  It means
we'll have to add something to tonight's list, so...."  He picked up a
paddle at his side.  "Why don't you just drop those pants and get over
here?   Right over my lap big boy?"
"Sir, can I take off my shoes?"
"NOPE.  On my lap.  Now."
"Yes sir."  brad dropped his pants, the suspenders falling to his sides,
and took the position on Hal's lap.
"I'm not even gonna say anything bradford.  You know what you did."
Yes sir.  OUCH."  The paddle came down.  And again, and again.  By the
8th whack, brad was crying.  By the 11th one, he was again bumping up
against his cage. When Hal was done, he put the paddle down.
"Get up.  pull up your pants.  Then to the bedroom.  On your belly."
"yes sir."  brad really had no idea what Hal had in mind, but he did what
he was told.  Hal followed him in.  He grabbed brad's wrists, and brad
felt metal clink around them.  These were cuffs with some length in
between them though.  He knew why in a minute, as he felt a similar pair
go around his ankles, and then felt his ankles being attached to his
wrists.  He couldn't see, but he could feel, Hal pulling off his shoes,
and then his socks.

"Now, let's just explore HOW ticklish your feet are.  "  brad felt a long
fingernail trace over his left sole.  He tried to pull away, but that was
impossible.  That finger went over his right sole next.  Then two
fingers, one down each sole.
"Please.  Please Sir.  I HATE BEING TICKLED."
"I hate my bitch being late."  Hal's fingers dug into brad's feet.  He
pushed brad's toes apart, and tickled the skin there.  Brad was
hysterical. He was laughing so hard, he thought he was gonna piss.
"NO MORE SIR PLEASE NO MORE.  PLEASE .  EVEN A SLAVE CAN ONLY TAKE SO
MUCH."
That's when he felt Hal's tongue, tracing over his feet.  That felt
good.  Almost as good as his nips being toyed with.
"MMMMM.  Yes sir.  Yes sir, that feels so good. "
"Good enough to want to get fucked?"
"Sir, I wanted to get fucked since early this morning."
Hal released the hogtie.  He loosened brad's wrist cuffs, but attached
them to the bed .  Then he pulled the suspenders down, and slowly opened
brad's shirt.
"Hmm.  My teeth, or the clamps?  I think my teeth."
brad sighed a sigh of relief.  He loved when Hal chewed his nips.  Way
more than the clamps.  As Hal got to each nip, brad began moaning, loud.
And he felt his cock bump up against the metal, and then stay there.  He
was ROCK HARD in the cage.
When Hal finished with his chewing, he opened brad's pants.  He smiled.
"Nice jock,  brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrradford.  The only item
of clothing you ever seem to have paid attention to, is your jocks.  I
couldn't improve on them."
"Thank you sir.  MMMPH."  He found that red jock stuffed in his mouth, as
Hal shoved his legs in the air.  He heard the zip on his jeans go down,
and then, he could feel the head of Hal's cock.
MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH.  brad began to squirm.  Hal hadn't put on a condom.
He smiled.
"What's wrong bitch?  Afraid you're gonna get pregnant?"
"MMMPN  MMMPH MMPH.  brad was flailing around crazily.  Hal stopped.
"if you're that worried, I'll put one on.  But remember, bradford, I'm
the only one who's gonna be in that ass.  You shouldn't worry.  "  He
slipped on a condom, and threw some saliva on his hand for lube.
"We'll figure out appropriate compensation for this.. He began to slide
in, and brad let out a sigh of relief.  He HAD wanted this.  All day.
All damn day.  Hal pushed in, little by little, taking brad's once virgin
ass.  GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD, brad thought, as Hal was exulting in his
conquest.  He had never enjoyed the sense of victory as much as he did
with brad.  He POUNDED the once str8 ass, taking it harder and harder
until he couldn't hold it anymore.  He pulled out, pulled off the condom,
and shot all over brad.

While he was doing this, brad felt his own cock begin to hurt.  Hal
looked at him.  "blueball stud?"
brad shook his head yes.
Hal pulled out the jock gag.  "You wanna cum bradley?"
"YES SIR.  YES SIR.  I'm begging you.  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME
SHOOT."
"Well, you're gonna shoot, but..."  Hal opened the cage, but instead of
untying brad, he began slowly moving his finger back and forth on brad's
cock.  VERY VERY SLOWLY, savoring each moan from brad, as he got closer
and closer.
"Who's a bitch?  Who's a manbitch?" Hal asked.
"I am Sir," came the response.
"You belong to anyone boi?"
"Yes sir.  To you.  You own me. You're my Master.  My Top.  My DOM.
OOOOOOOOOOOH"  and brad shot.  He shot more than he had remembered ever
shooting, even when he was a teenager.
Hal looked at him and smiled.
"You probably think I'm gonna let you go now."
"Yes sir.  I thought so."
"Nope.  Have some fun with the ropes and gags.  Another half hour or so.
I'll make dinner, maybe we'll call Lyn tonight and tell her how much fun
we're having.  We'll pick what you're wearing for softball this weekend,
and then.... " Hal looked fiendish.  "We'll plan what night you're
getting shaved."