Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2022 11:45:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Taking down arrogant andy - installment 4

So, you can imagine I wasn't going to enjoy this "party."  The first
"highlight" was when I went to sit down next to Andy and he told me  "you
have to go and find your place card. "  Yup, they were separating
"couples."  VERY old school.  I looked at Andy and he shrugged his
shoulders .   As I went and found my seat - at the other end of the table
- I saw the portrait of who I guess was the "guest of honor":  the
deceased father.  It was HUGE.  I mean, I've seen big portraits in
European museums.  It was like one of those.  I will say that I saw some
of Andy's face in his, but the picture just looked so foreboding
that....  I muttered under my breath  "Yeah, I could see how his kids
would be subs"  but I was loud enough for one woman to hear me. I heard
her smirk.
When I found my seat, I was in between one very old woman who looked like
she was going to have trouble holding a spoon, and the smirker.  Smirker
turned to me and said  "Hi, I'm Lucy.  Yes, you're right, Mr. Buck was a
formidable man."  I introduced myself and when I could tell she didn't
recognize my name, I told  her "Andy took me here tonight."  Her eyes got
big and bright.

"OH.  But you said your name was Jerry.  I thought.... I thought you were
that guy from the gym he always talks about.  What's his name.... the guy
who teaches yoga."
"Wayne?"  I asked, and she nearly shrieked.  "YES!  GOD, he has such a
man crush on Wayne!"  THAT I could understand:  Wayne is gorgeous:  blond
hair that you could fairly say is flaxen, a body that's wiry and
muscular, with a smirk across his face all the time because.. he knows.
He knows people can't keep their eyes off of him.  His classes are always
jammed. I've never taken one, and I doubt Andy did either, but I was
finding Lucy interesting.
"No, I'm about 20 years older than Wayne and about half as good
looking."
"Well, I don't know about either of those, but he brought you and not
Wayne."
"Shows he likes Wayne more than me."
She smirked again.  "I KNOW!  These parties are ridiculous and SO
BORING.  ."  She leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "Tell me you're
fucking Andy."
Now it was MY turn to smirk.  I did.  I reddened and reached for my water
glass.  Lucy was staring at me. She wanted an answer.
"Uh, no."
"DAMN,"  she snapped her fingers.  "I keep on hoping that SOMEONE splits
open that prima donna ass.  You look like the guy who could too."  I just
smiled.  She looked at me and then she covered her mouth.
"OH MY GOD.  You're working on it.  I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT."
Suddenly, there was someone there who I liked.  The music was boring.  I
don't dance and there was ballroom dancing, but I knew... Andy would be
mortified.  The food was all, well... white.  Everything with a cream
sauce.  The wine was ... boring.  I tried to get a martini and learned
that "Mr. Buck did not indulge in spirits so we only serve wine, Sir."
The party went on for about three hours.  I felt like I had spent a year
of my life there, but I learned something, and it was important.

Remember when I told you that, for me, it's about the conquest?  Once I
know that the guy has surrendered, submitted, given up, however you want
to say it, I begin to lose interest.  Yes, I want to finalize my conquest
by taking him sexually, but the fun is gone after that.  I don't want
someone calling me "Sir"  all day:  I'd rather hear someone saying  "I'll
NEVER call you Sir," and then break.   And I knew:  Andy was close to
breaking.  VERY close.  And I had been thinking for a few days: when he
does, what do I do?  It was clear to me that he was going to need a firm
hand, and he was going to need a certain "type" of Master:  someone who
was used to this lifestyle, and who would understand it

I could think of two people:  Dr. Gabe, and  a man I knew as "Sir
Roberto."  Dr. Gabe was loaded, but I knew that his money was "new money"
that he had made as the pediatrician to the wealthy, and that Andy was
about 20 years too old for him (I learned that night that Andy was 47,
but we'll get to that).  "Sir Roberto," on the other hand.... From what I
knew, he was ridiculously wealthy:  not one, not two, but THREE FLOORS of
a Park Avenue apartment building, constructed as a residence where he
lived alone.  How did he get his money?  No one knew.  WHERE was his
money from?  Italy.  I knew that he dabbled in jewelry and had designed
some.  Beyond that, I knew he had expensive tastes, liked bigger men, and
expected for them to understand he was in charge.  I met him and his
(then) sub tok at a party once. Roberto didn't make many mistakes in his
life, but he made a mistake with tok:  he sent him for training with a
guy named Jase, and .. you can figure out the rest.  I once saw Roberto
yelling at tok because his tie was loose and his top button was opened at
a dinner.  He was PERFECT for Andy, when I was through with him.
And now, Wayne was on my mind for my "next" conquest.

"Things are breaking up. We can leave if you like."  Andy was at my arm
as I was talking with Lucy.
"It was absolutely delightful to meet you Lucy.  Let's keep in touch."
She winked.  As we walked away, I said to Andy  "next time, just tell me
it's a family party, I'll stay home."  He laughed.
"At least you had Lucy for company. Trust me.  You lucked out."
I laughed.
"So, tell me Andy.  When we kiss, are you thinking about Wayne?"
"No.  I haven't thought about Wayne since we had coffee.  Frankly, I've
been obsessed with you."  I was about to tell him he was lying, but hey,
I liked the idea of displacing Wayne from his thoughts.
"The car is right there.  Let's go back to your place.  Please, Jerry?  I
want to make up for dragging you to this?"
"Oh, it reminded me of getting a root canal but yes, you'll make it up to
me.  I'll decide how."   I saw the smile on his face.  I was serious.  He
knew it too.

"So Andy, when did your father die?"
"About twenty years ago.  I had just started working in the business.  I
was... I guess... 27.  "
"So you're 47?  Eight years younger than me. "
"Cradle robber"  he said, then blushed.  Andy made a joke.  A sort of
sexual joke.  HUH?
I had a very big question, and I asked it.  "Andy, how active a sex life
have you had?"   When he didn't answer, I slipped my hand between his
legs.
"You ARE going to tell me stud."
"NOT IN THE CAR!"  He whispered.  I squeezed.
"OK OK.  Not very.  I guess it's every 2 months or so that I call a
female escort, and she gives me oral sex.  That's about it."
"No sex with men."
"Nope.  Some kissing and romping when I was at Boarding School, but
nothing since then."
"This explains a lot,"  I thought to myself.
"So, tonight's the first time you'll be sleeping with a real life, adult
homosexual."
"Yes"  He answered.  "I still don't think I'm gay but..."

He is now. Trust me.  Not that night though.  But later that weekend.  He
had clearly been thinking about "our first night" because when we got
ready for bed, he was covering his pubes with his hands and looking very
nervous.
"Get the fuck in the bed Andy, and knock off the modestly.  I jerked you
off.  I know what's there."
"Be gentle, Jerry.  Please."
"WE'RE SLEEPING ANDY!  IT'S JUST SLEEPING."   He looked disappointed.
 But he got into bed and so did I.
"Gimme your wrists, stud."  I held out my hand to the side of his head.
They were big, but so are my hands and I trapped them.  Then I slid in
right up against his back so that my dick was resting on his ass.  I
stretched my other hand around him, and wrapped it around his balls.  I
came very close to asking  "who owns these?"  but I was tired.  It could
wait another day.
Andy snored.  I made a note of that.  Make sure you tell "Sir Roberto."

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"How's my Andy boy?"  I whispered into Andy's ear, as my hand, which had
stayed on his balls all night, began to play with them.  I teased him by
moving my hand to his dick and sliding it back and forth.
"You're starting early aren't you?"  He whispered back.
"And I'm finished.  For now.  "  I rolled him onto his back and climbed
on top of him.
"You know, you just belong underneath a man, Andy.  You feel so good."
He squirmed.  He knew what I was implying and he tried to power his way
up.  Didn't work.
"I like it even better when you struggle, stud"  I whispered as I started
nibbling his ear.
"Don't do that, please. I...."  Then I took his mouth.  I shoved my
tongue down it and teased him until I heard the moans.  Then I stopped.
"You're gonna be doing that to dick today Andrew.  You know that, don't
you?"
He looked at me, and shook his head yes.
"You probably wanna look REAL pretty before you do, so... I'll let you
up.  Try to take less than two hours getting ready."   On Friday, when he
had started unpacking, it took him 30 minutes to move his "products" into
my bathroom.   I asked him if he used ALL of them.
"I didn't bring 1/3 of them with me. " I thought he was joking.  He was
serious.
So, he primped and primped, coming out of the bathroom looking like the
Greek god he did the first time he used my shower.  I'm much faster in
the bathroom, and when I walked out, without a towel, my cock sprang in
front of me.  He was dressed.  Another polo, as tight as the first one,
but this time, red.  Jeans.  Not the ones he wore the first night.  These
looked even... tighter.
I couldn't help myself.  "I wanna tie you up.  Nice and tight.  Then, I
wanna do things to you no one has ever done to you before."  I walked
over.  He looked scared but he put his hands behind his back and pointed
out his nipples.  The moan that came out of him was the loudest one so
far.
"Tie me up.  Make me scream.  Then fuck me.  Please fuck me.   Show me
what I've been missing."
"Go sit in a chair in the living room. Give me a chance to get dressed,
andy.  Then we'll get started."
I have to be honest:  I was NOT prepared for this, and I hurried to get
myself together.  I threw on a t shirt that had a filthy message on the
front, and I pulled on some jeans, and my sneakers.  I think if someone
had walked in, we would have looked like a street punk who had kidnapped
a business executive, and that was fine with me.
I got some ropes and tied his wrists behind him.  Then, I worked my magic
in putting him in a rope harness, including some looping that tied off
his pubes so that they pointed up in a triangle.  A growing triangle.
Since I knew that we'd be moving back  into the bedroom, soon, I didn't
tie his ankles.   I stepped behind him and began rubbing the area between
his neck and shoulders.  I dropped my voice.
"A self absorbed fuckhead like you needs a REAL man to put him in his
place.  And now... you're gonna get put in your place.  You know where
that is, andy boy?"  I put my mouth over his ear when I said that.
"Underneath you?"
"That's right.  But your answer isn't complete. What do you call a man
who's overpowered you?"
"Master?  Sir?  "  he whispered as I started on his nipples.
"Either one works.  Sir for today."
"Yes sir.  OOOOOOOOH"  I was doing some really delicate teasing of his
tits, and of course, nibbling his ear, with my unshaven chin rubbing his
neck.
"I still wanna give you a hickey.  I wanna give you a hickey SO bad."
"Please Sir. Not that. "
"How about one on your cock andy boy?  No one will see it."
"You're gonna do whatever you want to me.  You know it, Sir."
"No, you're wrong.  I'm gonna do whatever YOU want to you.  "
"OH GOD.  You're so right sir.  "
I had him.  I knew I did.
"So you've had women suck your cock?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, then you know how it's done."  I stepped in front of him, and
unzipped my pants.  My cock popped out.  He leaned forward.  He wanted
it. His tongue was out and he was struggling to get it.
"You make those women work like that, bitch boy?"
"No Sir but... I want it.  I WANT IT."
He got it.  And he didn't do a half bad job.  He didn't want to let my
dick go, but then I said  "andy boy, it's time. "
I saw the fear in his eyes.  "Yes sir.  Please be gentle."  I snickered
as I took him out of the chair.
"Remember I said I'm only gonna do what YOU want?"
"Yes sir"
"You want me to be gentle?"
He gulped.  "No Sir.  I guess not."
I wasn't.  He was so fucking hot that as soon as I got him naked, (I did,
even though I wanted to shoot jizz all over his fancy schmanzy clothes),
I pushed his legs apart as hard as I could.
"I hope you still have some soapy water up there andy boy, cause you're
gonna be deflowered RAW.  " Then I cackled as I threw his legs in the
air, and moved in.
The first thrust was hard for him.  He tried.  He tried desperately to
push me out.
"Nope, andy.  Nope nope nope.  No turning back now.  Nope.  " I pushed in
more.
"IT HURTS.  STOP PLEASE.  YOU SAID ONLY WHAT I WANTED."
"Ok, so maybe I lied a little.  You're still hard though, andy boy."  He
was, and dripping.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK.  I... I never imagined."
"Oh, it's just gonna get better stud.  Next time I'm gonna tie you down
and gag you.  MY STYLE."  I pushed and most of me was in.
"Relax bitch boy, JUST FUCKING RELAX."  I grabbed his ultra sensitive
nipples and he yielded.  Now, I was in completely.
"I'm gonna breed you andy.  Gonna treat you like you're gonna have my
baby."  I began thrusting and when his mouth opened in a silent scream, I
just ran my finger around his lips and drove him even crazier.
"THIS IS NOTHING LIKE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE."
"Is it better?"
"It's ... different.  " Then I found a g spot and I thought his head was
gonna come off the way it rolled around.  I pulled out and shoved my way
back in again.  He was more relaxed this time, and he took my cock more
readily.  I could tell... he really wasn't enjoying it.  Too bad.  I
was.
"This is what it's gonna be like for you andy.  My cock inside of you.
As often as possible.  And at least three more times this weekend.
"THREE TIMES.  It's Saturday morning, SIR!"
"Yup.  Once more on Saturday afternoon and twice on Sunday." I stopped
thrusting and said  "I miscounted.  Four times."
"I can't take it. I CAN'T. "
"You'll learn stud.  You'll have to.  Cause this is your life from now
on."  I whispered into his ear.  "Who owns your ass?"
He gulped.  "You do Sir."
"Damn right.  Just like I own your balls, your mouth.  ALL of you.  Big
arrogant andy, you are now just a sub BOTTOM"  I shot a load into him.
The another.  It just kept on coming.  I don't think I had EVER produced
that much semen at one time.
"WHEW.  You have one tight ass, andy.  That is gonna make me REAL happy."
"Please Sir.  Can you pull it out."
"Well, I could but... I think that if I do.."  I began toying with his
rock hard dick.  "I'd have to say you can't shoot your load.  You don't
want to anyway, do you stud.  You already showered.
"NO.. PLEASE.  LET ME SHOOT SIR. PLEASE.  FUCK ME ALL YOU WANT JUST....
"
"You're such a pushover.  I laughed.  I did pull out.  He tried to reach
down to get his cock in his hands.  I was NOT having that and I pinned
him down.
"Please let me cum Sir."  You're gonna have to learn to say that EVERY
SINGLE TIME you want to."
He whispered  "Please let me cum Sir."
"LOUDER."
"Please let me cum Sir. "
"Better.  " But I stroked him.  I made him want it more and more because,
every time he was at the edge, I stopped.
"Promise me you won't cum unless I'm around."
"Yes Sir.  I promise."
"Promise me you won't give your ass to anyone without my permission."
"Yes Sir, I promise."
GEEZ.  I mean, if I had wanted the yacht, I probably could've gotten it.
All I wanted was him to recognize: our relationship had changed. NOW
there was someone in charge, and there was someone taking orders.
"THANK YOU SIR THANK YOU"   he yelled as he shot into the air.  When he
was finished, he started crying.
This weekend was looking more and more promising.    And I remembered:
give Roberto a call.