Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2022 20:11:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Super bottom to Super Sub - installment 1 (authoritarian)

Jesse's best friend from college, Warren, was visiting.  When they had
been in college about 6 years ago, Jesse and Warren were inseparable.
Anyone who saw them together in any of the bars they visited would have
sworn they were a couple- a very well matched couple.  If they spoke with
"the girls" as they called themselves, they'd learn something very
different.  After both Jesse and Warren stopped giggling, they'd find out
that they were besties in everything but the sack.  "We'd kick each other
to death" one of them would say, before the two of them started laughing
again.  So, even though Jesse only had one bed, and no sofa bed, it was
not a problem sharing his bed with Warren.  Nothing was going to happen.
It also meant that Jesse felt absolutely comfortable with taking Warren
to his favorite bar, a place called "Maybe?" . "Maybe?" was a sort of
hybrid of a sex club, and a dance club.  Loud music with heavy base notes
played all night long,  and beautiful well built men danced in almost no
clothes.  Harnesses were everywhere, as was the smell of... well, you
know.
Off of the main dance floor there were numerous  "nooks and crannies,"
and on a busy night, like the Friday the girls went dancing, was occupied
by two or more guys getting their rocks off.

"Oh, honey, I may not be staying with you tonight"  Warren yelled over
the heavy beat.  "That guy!  HE'S SO HOT!  I think..."  Warren pointed
out a blond guy with a receding hairline and a short, slightly spiky
haircut, dancing on one of the platforms.  He had a big smile on his
face, and wore a leather harness with bands on each arm, and a pair of
leather shorts.  People clearly knew him because they'd come up, whisper
something in his ear, and he'd smile and keep on dancing.
Jesse laughed when Warren pointed out the guy.
"Hon, not gonna happen."
"Whaddya mean?  You think he's too good for me?"  Warren would get
defensive if he thought someone felt Warren was out of his league.
"No dear.  That's Kenny.  Kenny Whistler.  And girl, if you're a bottom,
and I'm a bottom, Kenny is an uber bottom."


Kenny Whistler was a 38 year old navy veteran, who had discovered the gym
and working out when he had been in the Navy in his early-mid 20s.  He
went every day and his body showed it:  the club was not the only thing
with numerous nooks and crannies.  He was a regular at the club:  you
could find him there most nights, unless he got stuck at work.  He smiled
a lot, and any man there on any night, bottom or top, would have given
his eye teeth to "date or fellate " him.  Kenny was polite, but he turned
down most of them.

"Uber bottom, huh"  Paul Nimmer heard Jesse's comments.  He, too, had
been watching Kenny.  Paul lived in town, but he was relatively new to
the area.  He hadn't gone out much, but he liked "Maybe?" and if he
happened to be there on one of the many nights Kenny was there, it made
it that much more pleasant.
Paul was wearing his own leather:  chaps, a leather vest with no shirt, a
band on his left arm.  Old school.  Definitely old school, down to the
hankie in his left back pocket, and the handcuffs on his belt. Since he
was new to the area, no one knew much about him.  The description told a
lot:  Top man, into bondage, into domination.  ABSOLUTE domination.  What
he said was "the rule," period.  It worked well at the construction
company where he was a foreman, but in his private life... not so much.
"Uber bottom.  I like the sound of that." Paul continued to watch Kenny
gyrate.  He wasn't all that near the platform where Kenny danced, but if
a light fell on Kenny's face, he could see that the man was sweating:  a
GOOD sweat.
"What a body.  FUCK.  It'd feel good underneath me."  Paul began to feel
desire rising.  He hadn't had sex with anyone or anything other than his
right hand since he moved to town, and he had never had sex with a man as
beautiful as Kenny.  He decided: time to change that.

No one left Maybe? early, especially not on a Friday night.  There wasn't
that much to do, so you got out while you could.  The town had a bar
curfew of 2, so when the DJ announced  "LAST CALL" at about 1:40, you saw
people beginning to get ready to leave.  Paul was one of the first to do
so.  He was waiting, watching for when Kenny came out.
It took a while.  EVERYONE wanted to talk to Kenny and Kenny loved the
attention he was getting.  When the last "hanger on" had left, he started
walking back to his house.  He had changed into faded black jeans, what
appeared to be a short sleeved Hawaiian shirt, and a bomber jacket.   He
walked at a determined pace.  Paul caught up with him.

"Hey.  Saw you dancing back there.  You put on a good show" Kenny didn't
stop walking but he turned and looked at Paul.  He liked what he saw.
"Thanks.  A week of frustration out in one night."
"I heard someone mention your name.  You're Kenny.  I'm Paul."
"HI Paul.  I've not seen you in the club before.   Visiting?"
"Nah.  Fairly new but I live here.  About a mile away."
"Then you must have a car... The parking lot is the other way though."
"Yeah I know.  I wanted to track  you down to ask you to coffee."
"That's sweet Paul.  I think I'm gonna head home though."
Paul took Kenny's arm, gently but firmly.  Now he smiled.
"Take a look at me Kenny.  Do you think I'm really asking you, or do you
think I'm TELLING you, we're having coffee?"
THAT struck Kenny.  It was the hottest line he had heard in a long time.
He began to think that the leather on this guy was the real thing.  He
was TELLING Kenny they were having coffee.  Now, Kenny began to feel...
excited.
"Sir, I understand. I appreciate it.  I really do, but... I can't.  I
need to get sleep because of something I'm doing tomorrow.  Otherwise...
I'd be saying yes sir"
Paul was pleased but he didn't show it.  "I guess I get an A for effort.
Oh well.  You're right.  I should head back to the parking lot.  Thanks
for chatting.  And if I could, I'd like to give you something for your
dancing."  Paul had a baseball cap on his head.  He took it off, putting
it on Kenny's head, rim backwards.  "Be well, Kenny. "

"HEY  WAIT.  Can I have your... number?"   Paul never turned back.  Kenny
watched his back recede until he couldn't see him anymore.
"SHIT.  I blew that one. And I WANTED to blow that one," he thought,
putting his head down and heading to home.  As he walked, he could smell
Paul in the hat.  Paul knew he would, and he smiled at the thought.  And
he wondered how Kenny would react when he found Paul's number on a card
that he had put inside the hat.

"That was really clever Paul," Kenny began when he called a couple of
days later.
"Who's this?" was Paul's gruff response.
"Uh, it's Kenny Sir"
A pause.  "Kenny from the club?"
"The very same.  You had asked me to join you for coffee."
"Oh, yeah, that's right.  Thanks for calling."
"Oh, my pleasure.  And speaking of pleasure..."
Paul interrupted him.  "Kenny, sorry to break in but hell is popping over
here.  I appreciate you calling.  Take care."  Then the phone went dead.
"What the....."  Kenny wasn't used to  people turning him down, and there
was also the disappointment because he thought... he and Paul could make
each other very happy.
"How did I ruin that one?"  he thought.

Later that week, back at "Maybe?"  Kenny felt a powerful hand on his
shoulder.  He heard the voice.
"Where's my hat?"
It was a good thing the leather shorts fit so tightly because, well..
Kenny was about to turn around, but instead, he felt himself pinned by
Paul's arm around his middle.  A rough cheek brushed up against his ear
and whispered  "so are we having coffee?  And before the club closes?"
"Yyyyyyyes Sir"  Kenny answered.
"Go put on some clothes.  We'll figure out the rest as we go along," Paul
instructed him.
"HOLY SHIT HE CAME BACK!"  Kenny was gleeful and a bit delirious as he
went to a locker and got his stuff.  He DID have Paul's cap with him.
When he pulled it out, it still had a trace of Paul's aroma.  Kenny
decided it was probably strongest in Paul's armpits, and he began to
imagine what it would be like with his face buried in them.
"I better get moving.  Someone else might come along."  He pulled on
another Hawaiian shirt, the black jeans, and skipped out to meet Paul.


Paul and Kenny went to an all night diner for coffee and "whatever" as
Paul put it.  He doubted Kenny would eat anything unhealthy, but he was
wrong.  Donuts.  He wanted donuts.
"I'll work them off tomorrow.  It's odd, but I can't sleep after a night
out unless I have some sugar in my belly."  Paul grinned.  "I'll make a
note of that.  So, I've been told, correctly, that I'm sometimes too
direct.  I'm probably going to be too direct now, Kenny.  I wanna ask:
why's a hot guy like you still single?  There are lots of tops out
there."

Kenny smiled and then he sighed.  "Well, I guess the best way to put it
is this.  See, first of all, I'm egotistical.  I worked very hard on this
body and to me, that means I get to be selective.  And I know I'm pretty
smart.  And..., well, the main thing.  I know people call me the uber
bottom.  If that's right, I'm looking for an uber top."
Paul squinted.  "Can you explain that a little?"
"Ok.  Let me go back to when you asked me for coffee the first time.
Remember when you said, 'I'm not asking you, I'm TELLING you?'  That just
made me SO FUCKING HOT,  Sir.  That's the kind of attitude I'm looking
for in a man.  And... I'm old enough to say, I'm not looking for one
night stands anymore.  I'm looking for permanent."

Paul was silent a minute and Kenny asked  "Did I just scare you Sir?"
"Ha ha.  It's gonna take more than that to scare me boy."  The minute
"boy" came out of his mouth, Paul's cock stiffened.  So did Kenny's.
"I mean, I  hope I can say this without being too obscure.  When I date
someone, I want him to TELL me what to do, until we get to the point
where... he ORDERS me to do things."
"I think I'm up for the task"  Paul looked into Kenny's eyes, and Kenny
felt just a shiver of fear which turned into lust.
"It was brilliant to put your number in that cap, Sir. "  Paul smiled.
"You're wearing it.  Do you think about me when you put it on?"
Kenny began to blush.  "yes sir"
"What things do you think about?"
"I'm thinking about how you probably know at least two dozen ways to make
a bottom like me BEG for your dick, and at least two dozen more ways to
make that bottom want you to do anything you want to him."
"Well," Paul smiled.  "I don't know if I know 48 but... I know a few."
Kenny cocked his head.  "I think I need convincing.  Sir."
"Finish your coffee, then go pee.  DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING PLAY WITH
YOURSELF IN THE BATHROOM, BOY."
"Yes sir."  Kenny got up and headed to the bathroom. This date was going
WAY better than he expected.   While he was gone, Paul fingered the
handcuffs on his belt.  Yeah, he could TRY using them.  At this hour, and
the way they were dressed, no one would bother them, but... he wanted to
test Kenny.
When Kenny came back, he asked  "I wouldn't want to presume Sir, but... I
think my place is closer than yours.  Can I suggest we go there for the
night?"
"Let's go," Paul answered.
As they left the diner, kenny put his hands behind his back as he walked
alongside Paul.  "Good boy" Paul thought, but what he said was  "Why
isn't that cap on correctly?  Rim backwards? You trying to convince
people you're a top?"
"Oh.  Sorry Sir.  No Sir.  If anyone thought we were two tops...."  Paul
laughed and reached up and turned the cap around on kenny's head.
"What's the biggest cock you ever sucked boy?"
"Sir, I'm not sure.  I was blindfolded. "
"FUCKING HOT," Paul said.

Paul didn't look around kenny's apartment all that much that night.
After they had gotten inside, and kenny had turned on a light, Paul
shoved him against a wall and pinned his wrists there.
"Open your mouth boy.  "
"yes sir.  MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  Paul's tongue had pushed in right away.  He
moved it around inside kenny's mouth, and when he heard a louder than
usual moan, he stopped and worked that spot.  He realized that kenny was
stronger than he was but he kept his knee pressed up against the bottom
stud's crotch and his tongue worked kenny's mouth before moving to his
neck.  The gasps coming out of kenny let him know:  he was doing the
right thing. The moans got louder when he licked kenny's earlobe gently,
followed by a thorough tonge probe of his ear.
"OH GOD SIR.  OH MY GOD."  Paul had let kenny go and he fell into Paul's
arms, kissing Paul's face all over.
"Take off your shirt boy.  Then get your hands behind your back. "
"Yes sir."  kenny got a little nervous.  He had been in this position
before, but he was realizing the others had all been poseurs.  Paul was
the real thing.  He was not just a Top, he was a DOM, and kenny was
melting.
He heard the "click" as Paul locked his handcuffs on kenny's wrists.
Then he felt Paul's hand pushing on his shoulders.
"Get on your knees boy.  You've got a cock to suck.  I don't fuck on
first dates, but cocksucking is required. Prove you're worth my time,
pretty boy."
"YES SIR.  YES."  kenny had plenty of experience as a cocksucker and he
got to work. Paul's cock was slightly longer than average, and a bit
thicker too.  THE HAIR.  The man fairly bristled.  His dick also smelled
like his had did, but the aroma was stronger.  It was like laughing gas
for kenny, as he dove onto Paul's cock, and he felt Paul's hand shoving
his head forward.
"Next time, you're gonna be in a collar boy, because.... you belong in a
collar. "
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  kenny wanted to reach for his cock, but that wasn't
going to happen.  He was cuffed, and he was working hard to make sure
that Paul was happy.   He knew his Top had said he didn't fuck on the
first date, so... he could try to get that luscious man's cum down his
throat.
Paul pulled kenny's head off his cock, and stared at him.
"You trying to get me off, boy?"
"Yes sir.  Is that ok?"
"GET BACK TO WORK."
"OH GOD YES SIR." kenny varied the speed of his sucking and sometimes he
just stopped and rolled his tongue around Paul's cockhead or shaft.  In
the middle of the blowjob, Paul had begun squeezing his nipples. The
shock took kenny by surprise:  his nipples were sensitive but they
weren't "hot wired" the way some of his friends' were.  Paul knew what he
was doing, though:  his nipples had never felt so stimulated.
"Boy, these are gonna get a LOT more work.  "  Paul began to breathe
harder.  kenny knew he was close.  If it were HIS choice, he'd slow
things down.  But it wasn't. Paul pushed his head forward harder, and
harder.  Then he just wouldn't let it go back.  kenny nearly gagged
but... then the gush of the first shot.  "MMMMM."  It tasted the way Paul
smelled.  And it just kept on coming. kenny began to wish he hadn't eaten
two donuts.  His stomach was getting more and more full.  Then Paul
pulled back.  He held kenny in position so he didn't fall over.
"Kick off your shoes when you stand up.  I'll help you."
"yes sir"  kenny felt the strong hands under his arms.  He tried not to
show the slightly ticklish feeling he had, but Paul saw it.
"I'll make a note of that boy.  Nuthin better than a bound boy being
punished with a good round of tickling. "  He smiled as he unbuttoned
kenny's jeans.
"Step out of them."
"Yes sir," Paul held kenny while he kicked them off.  They were pipe
jeans and they fit him closely. It wasn't easy.  When he got them off,
Paul ordered  "BEND OVER"
"Yes sir," kenny answered wondering if Paul had changed his mind about
fucking him.
He hadn't.  kenny couldn't see it, but he heard the "whoosh" as Paul took
off his belt.  The lashes hit kenny's ass.  He wasn't fond of being
spanked but again... it was Paul's show.  He stopped after ten.
"Now, your ass is ready for what it needs.  Get to the bedroom. Lay on
your belly."
"OH GOD YES SIR."  Again, kenny thought he was going to get fucked.
Instead, he got something he liked better.  He felt Paul's finger trace
circles around his hole and then... Paul pushed kenny's ass cheeks apart
and the tongue that had worked his mouth, now worked his ass.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH"  kenny moaned.  "OH SIR. OH.  THANK  YOU
SIR."
"You like that boy? Cause if you do next time... you're gonna get it
while you're gagged."
"OH FUCK THANK YOU SIR.  YEAH. GAG THIS MOUTHY BOY."
When Paul finished, he laughed.
"I oughtta leave you like this. Cuffed and hard.  " Another wave of fear
went through kenny.  Then he heard the laugh and felt the key going into
the cuffs.
"Roll over.  I wanna see my boy cum."
"Yes sir.  THANK YOU SIR."  kenny grabbed his hard dick.  He wanted it to
last but... he knew it wouldn't, especially when Paul went back to his
nipples.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!"  kenny's jizz started pouring
out and Paul smiled. "Good boy. You ever wear a chastity cage boy?"
"No Sir.  Never." Paul laughed when he saw the look of concern on kenny's
face.
"You're not ready for that, at least not with me.  Maybe another day.
Now.... am I staying?"
"Do you want to stay Sir?"
"Damn right I do."
"Then, Sir... why are you asking me ?"
"Ha ha.  First date jitters.  I don't wanna get tossed out for being too
aggressive."
"Sir.  I guarantee you.  That won't happen."
When they curled up in bed, kenny tried to get as close to Paul's pit as
he could.  When Paul realized what he was doing, he made an "OINK" sound,
and moved his arm so kenny's arm was right in the pit.