Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2022 20:52:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Taking down arrogant andy - installment 3

So, things were all set up for my weekend with "Mr. Buck."   I'm no
rookie at this, and I'm very organized.  I made sure there were two sets
of bondage gear on the bed.  One was classic leather cuffs and a lead
that was a little flexible.  The other was.... neckties from my prior
career as an attorney.
I didn't tell you that, did I?  I had worked in what they now call "the
legal space" for about 30 years before I had the guts to acknowledge that
I hated it.  I tendered my resignation, took stock options (I had worked
in house for one of those big financial houses.  For what it's worth, I
had risen to "Associate Vice President, Legal Department.  I was one of
16), and decided to be happy the rest of my life.  I kept my bar
admission up to date, and you could still look up "Gerard Steward, JD" if
you wanted to.  Occasionally - VERY occasionally - I took a case for
pay.  Sometimes I took cases on "pro bono."  Then I stopped because what
I learned was that whatever you do for a non paying client, it's never
enough.  I'm serious.  Once, as a pro-bono defense lawyer, I got a sure
10 year jail term reduced to four months of time and a year of
probation.  The "thanks" was the guy saying  "Next time I'll find the
money and get a GOOD lawyer."  So, apart from my little back story, you
can see I also had a good deal of experience with arrogant folks like
Andy.  While many of them probably could have used a good beating, maybe
even a good fucking, none of them were as hot as Andy was, and is.  (I
still see him and his Master, but that part of the story is coming up.
And NO, he did NOT leave me.  Just be patient).

In addition to the bed bondage, I made sure that my toys were clean, and
that I had a nice, BIG role of silver duct tape, plus a ring gag, a penis
gag,  and about a half dozen vibrators in different sizes.  I didn't have
a ball gag ready because, well, if you've used them, you know how the
bottom drools.  I imagined that getting drool on himself, especially if
he were dressed, would kill any scene for Andy.  What I had ready was
fine.

Then I just had to make sure that he wasn't backing out.  I saw him at
the gym on Thursday.  I saw the shined black shoes come down the stairs
first.  ("Note to file":  I told myself.  "Shoe cleaning.  Add it to the
list").  Then he came to the gym floor, in all of his bespoke hotness.
He saw me.  He didn't smile, but he didn't flinch either.
"Hey,"  I said, coming up to him.  I was in my gym clothes.  I was
working on the big bag while my trainer finished with his prior client.
 "7:30 tomorrow."  Now he did smile.
"I didn't forget.  I'll be there."  Then he colored a little.  "Any hints
on what you have planned?"  I smiled.
"Now Andy.  Have I done ANYTHING you didn't want me to do?"  I think that
answer surprised him.  He thought about it for a minute, and then said
"no."  And then I pressed.  "If I remember correctly, you're the one who
kissed first."
"That's true.  You're right.  I was just curious are you going to....."
He blushed when I said "fuck you?"  in a normal voice.  "Very possibly.
I'm also very possibly going to tie you up, and do things to you that
have never been done to you before.  And I'll bet you never even imagined
some of them.  But I also promise:  you're gonna WANT it if I fuck you,
and  you're gonna enjoy everything else I do."   He stood there, and
looked like he was trying to catch his breath. Now I did lower my voice.
"Did I make you hard, andy?"
"Yeah.  You did."
"Well, this is gonna make you even harder.  Remember what I told you
about my tongue."
"Oh, I didn't forget."  Andy got saved by my trainer.  "JERRY.  You ready
to work  or are you gonna gimme ten burpees?"
"On my way in.  Apologies."
I smiled.  "Oh is THIS gonna be fun,"  I said to Andy before I turned to
the training area.  Had I not had on the gloves, I would've blown him a
kiss as he went into the bathroom before he hit the locker room.   I
nearly peed when, about ten minutes later, I heard someone one the floor
telling a friend
"Dude, I swear. The grunting I just heard in the john wasn't someone
taking a crap.  Someone was blowing a load."
"You must have liked those crunches, Jerry.  You're smiling," my trainer
said to me.  I snapped back to attention.  I can "submit" when I want to.

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Yes, he was like clockwork.  And... DAMN the man knew how to dress.  Andy
showed up wearing white pants:  I guess they were jeans, but they didn't
have any of the brand markers you see on regular jeans (I learned later
that they were custom made).  He had on a blue polo shirt that was skin
tight (also custom made).
Remember when we started I told you that Andy had sort of a Dad body?
Well, you wouldn't have guessed that from his outfit.  The short sleeves
fit his arms so perfectly that his developed biceps were presented
perfectly.  I don't know what kind of cotton went into the shirt, but his
whole torso was  "controlled:"  no paunch, no nothing.  And.... yes, his
nips perked from the shirt too.  The jeans showed off  his ass in a way I
hadn't seen any of his other pants do.
"WHAT A HUNK!"  I exclaimed, and he didn't blush.  He smiled
But the first thing I did was laugh.  He had three suitcases:  THREE.  It
was Friday night and he'd be with me until Sunday night.
"Tell me you have sex toys in one of them,"  I said.  He laughed.
"I don't own too many.   These are my clothes and products."
"Your clothes and products?"  I asked.
"Well, yeah.  I didn't know what we'd be doing so I wanted to  be
prepared. "
"You can never be prepared for me, hunkstud.  Ever."
"So I'm learning..."  I pressed my lips against his.  May as well get
started.   While we were kissing, I slid my hands down to his wrists.  He
was so into the kissing that I don't think he noticed.  By the time he
did, I had his arms pinned behind his back.
"GOD.  How the hell did you do that?"  He pushed against me, but he
really wasn't fighting.
"My secret.  I have a lot of them. "  Then I kissed him again, while I
held his wrists behind his back, and pushed my knee into his crotch.  I
heard a big sigh come out of him.
"You've never been tied up, Andy?"  He looked scared.
"No.  Never. "
"First time for everything.  Get on the bed."   I expected an argument
from him but... no.  He looked eager.  When I took one of his wrists,
though, he pulled back.  I smiled.
"Now THAT'S the Andy I invited over."  I pulled harder, and tweaked his
nipple through that shirt as I did.  BINGO.  Got his wrist right in
position.
"Is that a necktie you're using?"  He had looked over while I was tying
down his left wrist.
"Yup. Only use I have for neckties these days, is....."  I was about to
say "tying up subs"  but I just didn't finish.  Instead I went and tied
his other wrist.  Then I pulled off his docksiders,  and tied his ankles
to the corners of the bed, too.
"Don't you look FUCKING SEXY like that Andy?  How does it feel?"
He pulled at the restraints.  "I don't know.  I. I don't like feeling
helpless."
"Andy, you were helpless the minute I kissed you.  Nothing changed.  "  I
gently pulled the shirt out of his jeans, and slid my hand underneath
"HEY.  Don't stretch it, it...."
"Maybe I'll cut it off you."
"NO.  Don't do that.... " He looked directly at me before my stroking of
his belly made him fall back on the bed.
"Damn that feels so good, Jerry.  "
"Eventually we'll get that shirt off.  But for now.... " I got to work
feeling him up.  I took my hand out from under his shirt, and then I
began stroking his nipples as I lay down and began kissing him again.  I
gave him "pecks," and every time he tried to get my tongue in his mouth,
I pulled back.  My teasing and my knee in his crotch, were getting him
very, VERY aroused.
"You gonna do what you're told this weekend Andy?"
When he didn't answer, I squeezed his nipples harder.
"OW!  Yes.  Yes I will. I will."
"GOOD.  Now, let's start with a little more kissing. " This time, I
forced his mouth opened, and my tongue went in.  He didn't seem to
object.  I was thinking about where I'd put my tongue next.  I made a
decision.  Of course, I had to get up and I began heading to the foot of
the bed.  I pulled Andy's shoes off, and then I untied the ankle
restraints.
"HEY.  What're you gonna do next, Jerry?"  He looked up, because I was
unbuckling his belt, and beginning the unzipping of his pants.  I must
have had an evil grin on my face because I FELT very evil.
"I kissed you first because.... trust me Andy, you're not gonna want my
tongue anywhere else after I put it where I'm going now."  I began
pulling his pants off, and he began struggling.
"NO.  I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO.  NO.  NOT UP MY ASS. NO. NO!!!!!!"
"Now you know why I tied you up, stud.  Silk is very strong, betcha you
didn't know that.  Now, you're gonna wind up with marks on your wrists if
you keep that up.... And if you keep screaming, you're gonna get gagged.
 And then when I finish down there, I'm gonna lick your ears till you
scream."
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?"  He began to whine.
Because, from what I can tell, you are enjoying it."  I put my hand
around his rigid cock.  "I COULD bring you off right now, but.... this
way is gonna be more fun."
I had his ankles in my hands, so when he tried to pull his legs together,
I just kept them apart.  He stiffened them.
"Unless you want me to tickle behind your knees, I'd relax a little
Andy.  I like some fight but.. I'm gonna lube up that ass. "
"Okay.  I will."  I felt his legs relax.
"Keep in mind that lubricating an ass with spit, is a common way to get
it ready for a good, solid fucking."
"NOOOOOOOO"  He made his legs rigid again.  I put my hand on the back of
one of his knees.
"Remember the promise I made, Andy?  You'll WANT me to fuck you before I
do.  Now... relax."  I tickled the back of his knee and he had no
choice.
"If I get free...."  he muttered.
"You will. I'll untie you when I'm done.  And then you'll do what I tell
you."  I pushed his legs in the air.
"Wow!.  That is the pinkest, prettiest rosebud I have ever seen Andy.
Yeah, that's one word for it."  I ran a finger around it, and  Andy began
to whimper softly.  I checked my nails, to make sure they were trimmed
well.  They were.  I put one finger in my mouth and then I began
probing.  He gasped.
"OH MY GOD. OH!"  I was only going to use one finger.  I just wanted him
to feel the difference between a stiff finger, and a soft tongue.
"Like how that feels, Andy?"  I saw his neck twisting back and forth.  He
was in an agony of pleasure.  He almost cried
"Yes  Yes I do.  I do.  "  I needed no more encouragement.  My tongue
slid in.
I should have gagged him.  If my neighbors had been home, they'd have
been banging at the door and walls.  He writhed, and he struggled.  He
tried to get his legs out of my hands.  At one point, I stopped.
"You know, I can stop doing this and tickle your feet if you'd rather. "
"NO.  DON'T YOU DARE STOP."
"Of course, I CAN tickle them when I'm done.  Just tie your ankles back
down and...."  I chuckled and shoved my tongue back into him.  I felt a
drop of pre-cum shoot out and hit me in the forehead.  He began to open
up and more of my tongue got in. I didn't need to make the noise that I
did, but I slurped, made "mmmmmmmmmmmmm"  sounds, and even some pig
grunts.
"FUCK JERRY FUCK.  OH MY GOD.  OH SHIT OH SHIT.  JERRY I'M GONNA SHOOT.
I'M GONNA SHOOT."   And then he kept his promise.  Andy let out a shot of
jizz that was even bigger than the ones he had already produced.  I
smiled, stopped digging in and watched him empty himself.
"See Andy?  I TOLD you you'd like it.  You did, didn't you?"
"OHMYGOD JER.  OHMYGOD.  I never, NEVER felt something like that
before.... "
"I'll do it again this weekend if you want."
"Hell yes.  PLEASE."  I laughed.  "I was gonna do it again anyway.  Next
time will be a little different though."
He caught his breath.  "Are you gonna fuck me now, Jerry? Because..... "
"Nope.  Not yet.  You don't want it enough.  I'm trying to decide:
should I cum all over you, or... should I hold it for... later?  Think
I'll hold it.  But I think I'm gonna leave you tied up for a while.  You
look SO HOT in that position, Mr. Buck."
"Please.  Please.  I wanna get my arms around you.  Please...."
"Didn't you say you wanted to get free so..."
"No, no.  I didn't mean anything.  I was just... I was just freaked.  "
"You know, I think there's something else we could do.  See how long it
takes you to get hard again with...."  I went over to the side table, and
I saw him watching my dick.  I pulled out one of the vibrators.
"Now that you've been sensitized, let's see what this does."  I turned it
on and began running it over his hole and that flesh between his anus and
balls.  Then I touched it to his dick head.
"OH FUCK.  OH FUCK . JERRY.  YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME."
I laughed.  "Then you'll die in pleasure.  LOOK AT YOU.  YOU'RE GETTING
HARD ALREADY."  He was!  My God! I thought.  How little sex had this man
had?
"It's your juice on my tongue Andy.  You sure you don't wanna kiss?"  He
gulped.
"No, I do.  Please climb on me. Please.  Take my mouth.  Please."
Instead, I went for his neck.  I whispered  "If I give you a hickey on
Friday night, will it heal by Sunday?" He struggled to push my chin out
of that space, and I only dug in more.  "Of course, if I go back to the
same spot every day... it won't."
"Please!  Don't give me a hickey, please.  I'll do whatever you want."
"Yeah, I know you will.  And eventually, you're gonna be doing a few
things you never thought you'd do.  But for now..."  I moved my tongue
back to my mouth and kissed him, frenching him for a while.  Then I
stopped.  I began stroking his belly.
"You brought enough clothes.  I imagine there's something in there for
you to change into for dinner."
"There is.  If you let me up, I'll call my driver to come and get us."
I began to laugh.
"Where are we going?"
"That's my surprise.  I shoulda told you:  you'll need a jacket.  And do
you have a hair dryer or something like that?  I should've taken mine out
when I got here but.... "  And he made a joke.  "I got a little tied
up."
"You're gonna be tied up a lot this weekend Andy."
And I got the first concession of the weekend when he responded.  "Oh I
HOPE so."

I untied Andy.  He DID show some red marks on his wrists, but he didn't
seem to be all that bothered by them.  He went to one of his suitcases,
and he pulled out a blue blazer.  I did in fact have a blow dryer, and he
hung the jacket, and steamed it out.
"I'm going to wait for you to dress, Andy.  I'm not sure how I should
dress for this.  I can go from full leather to street trash with no
problem."  He blushed.
"I think seeing you in leather would be... interesting, but not for
tonight.  No neckties needed, but no jeans."
I watched him pull out a lavender  shirt that I thought was silk, but
just turned out to be the same type of fine cotton that had gone into his
polo shirt, and gray trousers.   I didn't have that level of quality.  I
never had - these were "rich people clothes" as my grandmother used to
call them - but I had my finery.
"Two buttons Andy.  Open two buttons."
"Why?"
"Because I said so, and if you don't, the next time I tie you up, I WILL
tickle your feet.  Until you piss yourself."
Second concession.  And a slight quiver in his crotch.
"You know, Andy, every time I see you in another outfit, I just wanna
have my way with you.  And I will.  The whole damn weekend."  I went to
my closet and pulled out a blue shirt, a dark pair of blue trousers and a
houndstooth jacket.
"Is this gonna do?  I don't wanna embarrass you because I'm assuming
we're going someplace where you know people.   Now he smiled.
"Yes.  Not all of them, but some.  Let me call the driver."
Fifteen minutes later, we were in his car.  I thought about it, and
thought about it, and finally, I rested my hand on the inside of his
thigh.  He covered my hand and I thought he was going to remove it, but
he just rested it there.
"You're teaching me things about myself I never knew, Jerry.  I hope that
you like where we're going."
The driver was heading toward the marina.  He drove past the section
where the smaller boats docked, and they kept on getting bigger and
bigger.
"I didn't know there was a restaurant down here, Andy."
"Well, there is and there isn't."  The car stopped and the driver
announced  "Here we are Mr. Buck.  Shall I return for you and your guest
at 11?"
"That will be fine Sherman."  He got out of the car, and then went to the
other side to let me out.  He was smiling.   we were standing in front of
a yacht.
"I'm confused , Andy. "
"This is my family yacht, Jerry.  Remember when I told you I had plans?"
"Uh, yeah.  This is your FAMILY's?"  He began to laugh.  "One day I'll
tell you the whole story.  But for tonight:  we celebrate my father's
birthday every year, even though he's been gone for a good twenty years.
Family, friends, business associates, they're all here tonight.  " He
looked at me.
"If we're going to be something, whatever it is, you're gonna have to
meet them."
I gulped.  I wanted Andy.  Did I want all of this?