Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2020 16:25:11 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Straight Nick gets his domination fantasy - installment 2 Nick couldn't get that first encounter with Chuck out of his mind, and he remembered: Saturday 2pm. Business casual, bring a necktie, don't wear it. As is typical, on the first day, Nick was excited, and jerked three times, thinking about the blow job he gave, and the promise of more to come. But as Saturday got closer, he began to get nervous. He thought, seriously, of just not showing up. Then he got the text message on Friday afternoon. "Don't forget bitch, and don't be late. I'm waiting for you." A photo of Chuck's cock followed. "Yeah, I know your number, I know where you live, and I know where you work. You belong to me now." Nick gulped. He felt his cock get just a little bit harder. He texted back "yes sir," and got an answer "SIR is always capitalized . bitch is always in small letters. Like that poor excuse of a cock of yours. 2pm. ." There were no more texts from Chuck. When he got home from work on Friday , Nick reminded his wife that he'd need to be away from home for a few hours in the afternoon. "Client is in town, and the only time he can meet is Saturday afternoon." She smiled. "I married into this. No worries. Let me see what movies are in town." After dinner, Nick went to his closet to see what he would wear. He had no doubt about his pants. He had a pair of jeans that not only did NOT make his ass look fat, he thought they made it look quite good. The the shirt. Hmmm. He found a lavender buttondown at the end of his shirt row. He didn't wear it often: he thought it made him look too femme With the jeans though, maybe. Then the necktie. He had an old, yellow one that he didn't wear anymore, because it was beginning to fray. He figured Chuck was gonna tie him up with it, so it should work. "Oh, you're excited tonight, my Greek stallion," his wife teased as they got into bed. Nick had been thinking about Saturday afternoon since he picked out the clothes. He had no idea what Chuck was gonna do to him, but .. he was looking forward to it. The next morning, he pretended to sleep late, so that he could get his underwear on without his wife seeing it. Way in the back of his underwear drawer, he had a pair of skimpy blue speedo briefs that he would wear when he was alone. He washed them apart from the laundry, and got them put away before his wife saw them. He slipped into them. Then a pair of white athletic socks. "Shoes? Boots? What?" He decided he was going to go as the tough Mediterranean boy who needed a good thrashing. He pulled out an expensive pair of brown leather zip up boots. Yup, those were the ones. He got into the jeans, and then the shirt. Both were snug. He sucked in his stomach, buttoned the shirt, and then the jeans. He saw the small gap at the button closest to his navel and remembered how Chuck had threatened to tease it. He hoped he didn't. It would make him crazy. Then he checked himself in the mirror. "Not bad" he thought. "Could use a little more cardio, but who couldn't?" He laughed. It was all attitude. Chuck could sure use some gym time, but it didn't matter. "NICE. Your client a woman," his wife joked as he came downstairs. Nick blushed, then laughed. "Oh no. Chuck is anything BUT a woman." "FUCK. He had just given her Chuck's name. He didn't want that. He didn't want her to know ANYTHING." She had made a simple lunch, and he picked at it. "Nervous about the meeting, huh?" "Yeah, you could say that." "Don't worry. You're gonna be fine." She looked at the kitchen clock. "You may wanna get moving. you don't want to be late." "No, not that. I'll see you later. Enjoy your movie." He gave his wife a kiss, slipped into his leather jacket, checked to make sure the necktie was in his pocket, and headed out. He took less time to get to Chuck's house than he thought it would. It was 1:50, so he parked, and waited. He didn't know how Chuck would react to him being early. At 1:57, he walked up to the door. He rang the bell, and found it was opened already. "GET IN MANCUNT" he heard Chuck yell from the back of the house. "Yes sir," he almost whispered. He was beginning to get scared. He stood in the entrance way, and put his hands behind his back, and dropped his head. He couldn't see Chuck's face, but he saw the black boots. He could also see the tip of a paddle in his hand. "Good boy. At least you know how to do something." "Thank you Sir." "Lift up your head. Let me see how you look." Then he saw Chuck's almost cold grey eyes, staring at him. He hadn't seen that color in the back room. "Get that fucking jacket off. Who the hell do you think you are John Travolta? " He laughed. "More like Pinky fuckin Tuscadero." Nick gulped and took off the jacket. He got back into position. "Ok, now let's set some ground rules bitch. You gonna put on an oxford, you roll the sleeves. You got hairy arms. I wanna see that hair. And I wanna see your biceps. I don't fuck wimps." Nick gulped. He did just say "fuck," didn't he? And.... He reached out and opened the second button on nick's shirt. "It's either that, or I rip the motherfucker to pieces when I get your chest. "Yes sir." Chuck put his hand on the back of nick's neck, and pulled him over to a mirror. "Now, don't you look better. Hotter?" This time, nick agreed. "Yes sir. " He was thinking "I'm fuckable. " "That's the torment chair. You're gonna spend at least a part of every session in it. Sit. Get your hands behind your back. "My necktie is in my jacket pocket Sir." Nick heard his sentence come back as a little girl's voice, just like at their first date. "WHO GIVES A SHIT? IF I WANTED THAT GODDAMN NECKTIE, I'D ASK FOR IT." Nick felt metal go around his wrists, and the clink as they locked. "HANDCUFFS. FUCK!" He felt his cock jump. He felt Chuck press his scruffy chin onto his neck and rub it back and forth. "OH SHIT. That turns me on." He felt a hand cover his mouth. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DON'T CARE WHAT TURNS YOU ON. KNOW WHAT TURNS ME ON BITCH? THE THOUGHT I COULD GIVE YOU A BEARD HICKEY AND SEND YOU HOME TO YOUR WIFE WITH IT. HEH HEH HEH. " "MMPH. MMMPH. " Nick shook his head no, which only made the beard bristles dig in further. "NOW we're gonna get that necktie." Chuck walked over to Nick's jacket and pulled out the necktie. He looked at it. "Next time, you bring a GOOD one. One that shows you think it's worth your time, bitch." "Yes Sir. " He felt a WHACK from the paddle to his crotch. 'I'M FUCKING SERIOUS. I didn't even ask you to buy me a goddamn drink. You could pay for a decent necktie. Especially when I'm using it on you." He went back behind Nick and secured the necktie around his mouth. The silk was strong enough to press down his tongue, and also push his lips apart. He couldn't swallow his drool. "NICE. Listen to those helpless sounds from my helpless bitch. " He came back around and looked nick in the eye. "You a helpless bitch?" Nick blinked, and shook his head yes. "Damn right you are. Point out your nips. " Nick took a deep breath, and then felt Chuck's fingers working over his tits. First with the shirt buttoned, and then opened, so that the nips were out and pointed. Chuck reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. "Better sooner than later.." Nick's eyes got wider. He had used clothespins on his nips from time to time, but these looked MUCH worse. They were, as Chuck closed them over the tips of his nipples. The pain grew, then subsided into a dull kind of feeling between pain and pleasure. When Chuck pulled them, or twisted them, the pain outweighed the pressure. For some reason though, Nick's cock kept growing. "I think today, five minutes is enough. It'll be more in the future, boi." (Nick realized: it was the first time Chuck hadn't called him a bitch). He left the nipples on, and stepped behind Nick, and began scruffing him again. His hand came to the chain on the clamps, and pulled it up slightly. He whispered "I should FUCK you right now..." His tongue dug into Nick's ear, Nick's Achilles' heel. His hips began to buck, drool began running out of his mouth, and he moaned, louder and louder. "Sonofabitch. My boi's got sensitive ears. MMMMM I love an ear snack." Chuck began to nibble along the edge of nick's ear. He whispered. "I AM gonna fuck you. It's just a matter of time. But we got a ways to go." Nick breathed a short sigh of relief. He wasn't gonna get fucked , at least for today. But that relief turned to pain, as Chuck took off the clamps, and the blood rushed back to his nips. "MMMPH MMMPH MMMMPH." Chuck laughed. "Yeah, that's the thing about clamps, boi. You hate them when they're on, and you hate them when they're off. Especially, when your top does this." He began twisting nick's nips with his fingers. Nick wanted to cry and beg to suck Chuck's cock at the same time. That desperation got greater when Nick went back to his ears and chewed them vigorously. He stopped and came around front. "You know, I realized. I just fucking realized. Everything I'm doing is to make YOU happy. What about me?" Nick squirmed. Chuck had just begun running his finger along the space where nick's jeans met his shirt. No one had ever done this to him, and it was like being tickled, but in an erotic way. He moaned and bucked more. "You gonna blow me without the ring gag?" Nick shook his head eagerly, and Chuck smiled. "GOOD. If you do a good enough job, I'll let ya cum. He dropped his pants, and nick saw the reason why he had come. Chuck pulled out a scissor, and cut the necktie away. He moved forward, and pushed his knee into nick's crotch. Nick's mouth flew open, and Chuck's cock went in. ' "SUCK IT. I swear. if I feel ONE tooth, ONE time... " Nick knew chuck meant business and he got to work. He ran his tongue around the shaft, he sucked at the tip. He saw Chuck's face change, so he knew: even if Chuck complained, he was doing a good job. He could feel the man's cock growing, too. "DAMN. At this point in the future, we'll get vertical. But for now..." Chuck began pumping, harder and faster, and then a loud, harrowing scream almost made nick piss, as the cum began sliding down his throat. GOD. The man had so much seed. It just kept going down. "DRINK EVERY DROP OF IT BOI. It'll give you strength." He pulled his cock out of nick's mouth. "Thank you Sir. Thank you. Thank you for the gift of your seed." Chuck smiled. He walked over to nick and now, he was gentle, almost caressing his ears as he rubbed them with his thumb and forefinger. "My boy wanna cum? My boy wanna shoot for me?" "OH GOD. YES SIR. PLEASE." There was an evil look on Chuck's face. "You wanna cum? You wanna cum here? Then I'm filming it. Up to you." "GULP" Another bit of blackmail material. But if he didn't, nick would probably shoot in his pants on the way home. That'd be hard to explain. "Yes sir. Please. Let me cum here." Chuck untied him and pointed to the bedroom. "On your back. GET TO WORK. I'm watching." As nick stroked himself, Chuck kept on talking about all the things he was gonna do to nick. It was working. Nick got hotter, and hotter, and harder, and harder, and then... "AAAAYAAAA" he screamed, half in Greek, half in English, and shot all over himself. He started to catch his breath. Chuck grinned. "Get your briefs off. Wipe yourself clean with them. Then give them to me. " "Uh, yes sir." Nick did what he was told and then he saw Chuck put them in a plastic bag. "This is your gag next time. Punishment for the shitty necktie. Now roll onto your belly." "Yes sir." Nick had no idea what was gonna happen next. Then he felt Chuck grab his wrists, and his ankles, and he was in a tight hogtie. "Now, you find out what happens when you displease me." "How did I displease you Sir." "You think I didn't see you show up early? " WHACK. the paddle went down on nick's left ass cheek. Then his right. "Since you're still a beginner, you'll get the easy treatment. Just 20." After 12, nick was biting his lip to not cry. At 18 he yelled. "PLEASE SIR. NO MORE. I WON'T DISPLEASE YOU AGAIN. I PROMISE." "You promise?" "Yes sir." "Then let me hear you say 'please tickle my feet Sir'". "OH SHIT" Nick thought. He saw Chuck pick up a bigger paddle. "Please tickle my feet Sir." Chuck laughed, and pulled off Nick's socks. Then he did ... nothing. "You realize I could just torture you forever by running my nail back and forth. Or the space between your toes. Or... my favorite. Getting an electric toothbrush." "Please Sir. I promise. I won't give you reason for that. " "Well, we'll see. You know how girls get trainer bras?" "Yes sir." "Today, you get a trainer cock." "I don't understand Sir." "You will." Chuck reached over and brought back a small dildo - maybe 2 inches. Nick saw him coat it with lube. "This... This is going in your ass. It's a butt plug. And it'll stay there. If you take it out, for any reason, you'll have to lube it up again and put it back. And you'll wear it until our next session. Because at the next session." He picked up a 4 inch plug. "You get the bigger one. And when you can handle this." He showed nick one that was at least 10 inches long. "It'll be time to pluck your cherry." He slowly eased it into nick. The first push was tough, but then.. his ass sucked it all in. " Chuck began to untie him. "You did well today boi. Took all my shit, kept my cock happy, followed instructions. You're gonna make a great slave." As nick finished getting his clothes on, he didn't bother tucking in his shirt, but looked down and answered "Thank you Sir. I enjoyed it." Chuck looked at his calendar. "Next meeting Wednesday. Tell your wife you have to work late or something. I'll text you the rest of my requirements. " "Should I check my schedule Sir?" As soon as Nick said that, he realized it was a mistake. "I'm sorry Sir. My schedule doesn't matter. Only yours." "DAMN RIGHT BITCH" I expect you here on Wednesday. 6pm. Don't be late." "Yes sir." On the ride home, nick had a lot to think about. He hoped his wife wasn't back from the movie yet because, thinking about the session was making him hard. He wondered if he could jerk off, and twist the butt plug at the same time? He intended to find out. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx On Tuesday night, nick got a call from Chuck. He was watching television with his wife (some dumb Lifetime movie). He excused himself: "west coast business call" and went to his study. He sucked in the butt plug and held his ass cheeks tight. He had worn it every day, as often as he could, and yes, by twisting it with one hand, while he jerked with the other, his orgasms had gotten bigger and longer. "Hi Sir." "You ready for tomorrow, bitch?" "I'm trying to be Sir." "Well, I'm calling to let you know what you'll need. I want you wearing a pink oxford, khaki pants, and brown boots. Don't forget the plug. We'll be exchanging it for a bigger one. " "Uh, the pants I have Sir. I don't think I have a pink shirt sir." "YOU EVER HEARD OF A STORE YOU DOPE?" Nick was silent, and then, Chuck began to laugh. "DAMN. You ARE pussy whipped. Your wife buys all your clothes doesn't she." Nick could feel himself blushing. "Yes sir." "HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Well, you get your ass to a store tomorrow and make sure you get one. No fucking labels. Let Ralph Lauren make his own fucking money." "I understand Sir." "It wasn't hard, nick without a dick. We're doing a roleplay scene tomorrow. Ever do one?" "I don't think so Sir." "You ever watched a porno?" Another blush. "Uh, yes Sir." "Well, think of it as you making a porno movie, dickhead. You're gonna play a role. The cocky detective. Investigating a scene himself. Who gets into a whole pile of shit. " Nick found his cock beginning to grow. Chuck went on. "Now, you're gonna get one choice in this. You're gonna wind up in the torment chair, period. Whether we start there, or if we start with you getting captured and overcome, is up to you." Nick tried to get cute. "You sure you can overpower me Sir?" Chuck didn't bite. "Damn right I do. Make a fucking choice and stop trying to tease me." "I'd like to be captured Sir." "Fine. Then I'm gonna leave the house door opened, and the light off. You'll walk in that way. That's all I'm gonna tell you. Let's review. How do you wear your shirt?" "Sleeves rolled to show my biceps Sir. Two buttons opened." "GOOD. Don't be late. If you are, the door'll get locked, and it's done. " Typical Chuck, he hung up and left the phone dead. Chuck was so hard, he had to readjust himself before he went back to his wife. When they went to bed, he dreamed about what might happen. When he compared his dream to what happened, he was about as off base as he could be. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx He told his wife he had to go to a business meeting after hours, and asked her to leave a plate for when he got home. Chuck didn't mention dinner, so he didn't want to ask. He found the khaki pants he needed, and the boots. As he put them on, and a white shirt, he was getting hard again. He held his cock, and realized if he didn't stop, he was gonna jerk off before work. DAMN. Why hadn't he in the shower? He went to a store at his lunch break, to get the pink shirt. He knew his size, but he went for a trim fit, rather than the normal fit he used. He thought it would get Chuck more excited. It sure was getting HIM more excited. As the day was ending, and he had to get over to Chuck's place, he changed, rolled the sleeves, opened the button, and took a look. "Yup. He was right again. Very hot." He looked at his bulge. Was he gonna get through tonight without cumming ? Could he hold it until he had permission? He got there early again. This time, he heard his phone buzz It was a text from Chuck. "Don't fucking sit there diddling yourself. Get your ass in the house. NOW." Nick took a deep breath. "OH GOD. What have I gotten myself into? He thought, realizing that he had enjoyed the first session. He felt the plug in his butt. THAT's what he had gotten into. Just like Chuck had told him, the door was opened, and the lights were out. He stepped in, took a few steps, and found himself pinned by Chuck's big strong arms. He could tell Chuck was shirtless, as he struggled. "HEY. GET OFF OF ME." He heard Chuck laugh. "Not on your life, nick. I worked to get ya, and now.... I.........GOT ya." "FUCK. LET ME GO." Chuck struggled, but he realized that he was going nowhere. That got clearer when Chuck pinned his arms behind him with one arm, and reached down and grabbed his crotch with the other. He squeezed, let go, and held nick's junk. "Relax, or I'll relax you." He tightened the grip a little. "Ok, ok. I'll do what you say. " Chuck laughed. "DAMN RIGHT YOU WILL." He dragged nick over to the chair. 'SIT. HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK. ' Nick wanted to fight, but he knew he didn't stand a chance. As he felt the ropes bite into his wrists, he asked "What're you gonna do with me." He winced as the final knot was tied in the ropes. "Oh, just about anything I want, nick. Just about anything I want." Nick felt Chuck's hands on his shoulder and he felt his hot breath on his ear as he whispered "ever gotten FUCKED by another man, nick? It's in your future. ' "NO. NO. NOT HAPPENING NO. MMMMPH. " Nick's scream was cut off by Chuck's big hand. His other big hand was back on nick's crotch. "Scream again, and children in the future is out of the question. Understand what I mean?" Nick shook his head yes. "GOOD. " He laughed. "That always scares you fake straight guys. Someone's gonna take your ass. GEEZ. You'd think the world were ending." He took a hunk of nick's belly in his hand, and squeezed it. It made nick giggle. "Oh. We got a tickle bitch here. Even better. Something to add to the product description. "Product description? What the fuck are you talking about?" Chuck stepped behind him. His hand slipped down nick's shirt, and circled a nip, while he whispered. "We're gonna find a buyer for you, stud. Gonna put you in front of the camera, and see if anyone is willing to pay to make you his sex bitch. And if not... what will the pay to have me do to you.? You're about to be a star." "MMMMPH. . MMMMPH. MMMMPH..." Chuck's grip was too strong, and then, he began licking nick's ear. "OH SHIT" Nick thought. "If he does that, I may become HIS slave." Chuck walked back around. "Now, let's see... I wanna gag you during the auction. What kinda gag..." He reached over. "the ring gag is good for getting a blow job, and the penis gag is good for torturing your mouth. Ball gags are great if you're into drool and spit, but my favorite gag, for a guy with facial hair like you..." He grinned wickedly. "Is simple black duct tape. Now you gotta worry: what if he takes it off? Is it gonna hurt?" He laughed. "The answer is yes." "MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH." Chuck looked up and saw a movie camera in front of them. Chuck moved over and moved some buttons. "Spread your legs, cunt, and point out your tits. Make yourself look nice and pretty." Nick didn't feel like he had any choice, and in fact , he didn't. He shifted in the chair, and he was more aware of the butt plug than he had been in a while. "And good evening viewers. We have a special offer tonight. Prime, virgin meat. At least for now... Sitting here, my prisoner, is one of our local police officers. He can be yours. Sensitive nips." He squeezed nick's nips and elicited a moan. "Even more sensitive ears." He licked nick's ear, and a bigger moan came out. 'And... a special bonus.. who doesn't like a ticklish cop?" He shoved his hands under nick's pits and got to work. Nick squirmed like he were getting a hot foot. He was THAT ticklish. "So, even if you don't want to buy yourself a new manbitch, how about a pay per view? What would you guys like me to do to him?" He laughed as he pretended to hold up a monitor. "OH, shaving him. YEAH. That's a good one. So is tickle him till he cums. So is edge him. And milk him. Hmmmm. What will we do? Like any of them nick?" Nick DID like the idea of getting milked, but he knew that if he asked for something, he'd never get it. "Well, I have a FEW ideas. Let's get you to the bedroom." Nick felt a strong hand on the back of his neck. Chuck pushed him to the bedroom, where he had attached restraints to the corners. He untied nick's bonds. "On the bed, stretched out. Give me trouble, you lose your balls." Nick knew he was serious. He lay down, and Chuck grinned. "Tie one of your wrists down yourself. Do a DAMN good job." Nick began roping. He didn't like the look on Chuck's face. "You call that a fucking good job?" He tightened the rope, and then smacked nick's balls. Hard. "MMMPH" grunted the captive nick, as Chuck tied the other wrist down. Then, another evil look , as he began to remove the tape slowly. "OH GEEZ THAT HURTS." nick yelled as soon as enough tape were off his mouth. Chuck just laughed. "Think how much it would hurt if I used it on your bush, fucktoi. Learn to take it. BOTTOM." "Bottoms get fucked. I don't get fucked." Chuck laughed. "We'll see , slave boy. SO.. Know what the best idea I got was? Shaving you." "NO . NO PLEASE. I'll suck you. I'll suck you whenever you want. Please don't shave me ." More laughing from Chuck. "You'll suck me whenever I want, anyway." He began opening nick's shirt. "You're hairy, but I don't think I need the clippers. I think I'll be fine with the razor and some cream. The downside of that, big guy, is... you better keep real still." "Please. Really, Sir. Please. Don't shave me." "I'm only gonna shave your chest, bitch. If you don't shut up, I'll do your pubes too." Nick gulped. He wasn't going to win this. "Yes sir. I'll calm down. I promise. " He felt the first shot of creme hit his chest. Then he felt Chuck's expert hand cover his whole torso. He saw the razor. He gulped. "Keep nice and still and you won't even get nicked." Chuck got to work. He had a bucket of water next to him, and washed the sharp edge every now and then. He used a barber's straight edge, and nick was scared. "How's that butt plug been working, stud? Make you feel good?" "Yes sir. Hard to hide it from my wife, but worth it." He whimpered as he felt the cold steel." "Know what I'm gonna do to you when I'm done with this?" "No Sir." "You're skin is gonna be exceptonally sensitive. Perfect for tickling." Just the thought of being tickled made nick want to squirm. But the razor was right there. He fought, hard to calm down, as Chuck methodically took his hair. "You can always tell your wife you guys heard it'd help you lift. Less testosterone going into the hair , more into your muscles." Chuck laughed. "Hope she believes you." All nick could think about was "Oh God, what am I gonna do when he starts tickling?" He closed his eyes, and then he felt a warm rag rinsing his torso. "Not a bad job at all. You look damn sexy shaved." "Please don't tickle me Sir. Please. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. " It had started. Chuck's fingers were all over his upper body, moving like some big spider. His fingers were thick, callused, and merciless. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE. PLEASE STOP. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? PLEASE." Chuck looked at him. "Oh, you're gonna do something you never thought you'd do." He saw Chuck drop his jeans, and his huge cock came out. Then he saw Chuck grab some lube, before he put it down. "Nah. YOU'RE gonna lube me. Open your mouth. "Are you gonna fuck me Sir?" He felt the slap to his balls. I SAID OPEN YOUR MOUTH." "Yes sir. Sorry," Nick hurried out. Chuck straddled him and shoved his cock down his throat. He deep throated nick a few times, before he pulled out. "Now bring your legs together. Nice and tight." Nick was puzzled. What was next. "This is how college boys used to get used to fucking." Now Chuck grabbed the lube, and nick saw him apply some of it to nick's upper thighs.' "I'm gonna slip my cock between your legs, and I'm gonna fuck you that way. Your ass is still pure... for now. " Nick felt Chuck's cock slip in. Chuck was getting excited and honestly, so was nick. It felt good. Chuck pumped up and down between his thighs, before he screamed, pulled out, and shot across nick's body, getting some on his face. He grinned. "Look at my bitch's cock. Someone wants relief. Would that be you?" "Yes sir. Please. Can I cum? Can I please cum?" "Not yet... " Chuck reached under nick and pulled out the butt plug. "Don't need this anymore. Let's use .. THIS one. " Nick nearly fainted. Chuck had a ten incher in his hand. He laughed HARD when he saw nick's face. "Eventually, but not yet..." He pulled out one that looked to be about 3.5 inches. He lubed it up, and began sliding it into nick. "OH GOD THAT'S TOO BIG. STOP..." Then it was in nick, and the pressure on his prostate made him start to leak. "That's your project for the week. Well, one of them." Chuck lay down next to nick and began to stroke his cock. "It's a pretty one. Might be prettier if it were shaved.." Nick was going to say something but he was moaning as he felt Chuck's hand, almost like sandpaper on his dick. "OOOOH. OOOH SIR. Your hand feels so good. Please. Can I . Can I? AGGGGGH." Nick shot all over Chuck's hand. Chuck didn't look happy. "DID I FUCKING GIVE YOU PERMISSION?" "No Sir. No. You didn't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. OWWww. " Chuck had started smacking nick's balls. He smacked them 25 times. "Next time, I'm gonna twist them if you don't do what you're told. GOT IT?" "Yes sir." "Alright. We both shot, so we're done. But.. you got homework besides the new plug." "I do Sir?" Damn right you do. He untied nick. 'STAND UP. PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT I'M DOING NOW." He pulled over what looked like a long cage. "I'm gonna show you how to lock this. You're gonna put it on , every day. AT LEAST six hours. Then unlock it, but don't cum. You're gonna hold your jizz until our next time." "When is that Sir?" "WHAT THE FUCK DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE? YOU'LL DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD" "Yes sir. Yes sir. Sorry." "You're not gonna shoot until Sunday. I'm sure you gotta go to church or something like that" "No Sir. " "Well, you're gonna be on your knees on Sunday anyway. You be here at noon. Tell your wife you're spending the day with buddies. Maybe you will be. I dunno. I don't quite know if I wanna share you with anyone yet." Nick thought about more than one Chuck dominating him. He wasn't sure how he felt. Not that it mattered. Chuck locked the cage on nick. "You get dressed. You wear that until you go to bed. Tomorrow, it goes on right after you shower when you're getting dressed for work. " A pause. "And if I don't believe you followed instructions...kiss that pube hair goodbye." "Yes sir. I promise. I promise. " Nick got dressed . "Can I leave now Sir?" "NO. Not without a kiss goodbye." He came over to nick, pulled him into him, and shoved his tongue down nick's mouth. It felt tremendous to nick. He wanted more. He wanted Chuck to never let him go. To throw him into a truck and just drive off with him as his captive, as his sex bitch somewhere far away. Chuck seemed to know it. "Yeah. Sunday we'll play kidnap victim, in a DOM's house. Now get home. " As nick drove back, his cock locked up, he savored the evening. He was sore. His legs were greasy from the lube, and the cum was drying on him. None of it mattered. He drove as if he were high. And he began to think about Sunday.