Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2020 15:32:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Lucas and nick get introduced to bondage - installment 14

After the stress of moving, Lucas began adapting to his new life as
Greg's boy . He referred to himself as Greg's boy, because he didn't know
what else to use:  bottom, sub, bitch, slave, all seemed to be
incomplete.   His work on his dissertation continued, Greg went to work,
and they functioned, in some ways, like a married couple, where the
husband, Greg, was totally dominant.
Greg was usually gone by the time that Lucas got up in the morning - gone
but not forgotten.  Greg woke up horny, and sometimes, EXTREMELY horny.
Groggily, Lucas would see the alarm clock at 4:30, or 5, as Greg began
spreading his butt cheeks, before he'd give Lucas a quick, but very
thorough, pounding.  Sometimes he'd roll him on his back so he could see
Lucas' face contort as his cock pushed in.  The grins that he made seemed
to suggest that Greg really enjoyed seeing Lucas' reaction to his big
dick.  Almost as much as he seemed to like Lucas' moans.  Whether he was
taking Lucas from the back, or the front, Greg would whisper  "Like that
fuckbitch?  Like it smartypants?"  If Lucas moaned, the pounding got
harder.  If he didn't, it got even harder.

Their morning fuck was usually short.  Greg would get up, shower, and
Lucas would get back to sleep, getting up at about 10, or 11, unless he
had some conference or meeting at the university, in which case he'd drag
himself out of bed at 8 or 8:30.
If the only sex they had was that morning "slam bang", Lucas probably
would have left.  He looked forward to the sexually ravenous man who
walked in the door, sometimes at 8, sometimes at 9,  with eyes blazing,
and a bulge in his pants.  Anything could happen when Greg came home.
Sometimes, Lucas would find himself hogtied and tickled, other times,
he'd be in the chair with the nipple clamps .  Sometimes, Greg would have
him play a kidnapped academic, who had information Greg wanted, and he'd
'play' Lucas until he broke.  And then there were times where it was just
a 'garden variety' fuck, with Lucas tied to the bed spread out, and split
in half.

Greg's day included a long stretch at the gym - 3 hours usually, part of
which involved yoga.  The result of this for Lucas, was that Greg was
extremely flexible, and could get into so many positions Lucas had never
seen, or read about.  He loved all the fucking.

With all of that in mind, Lucas' days were, ultimately, pretty boring.
Greg had a housekeeper, who did most of the heavy work.  Lucas was to
keep their clothes closet in order, keep Greg's shoes "spit polish"
shiny,  occasinally do some shopping, but most of the mundane stuff that
he needed to do when he was on his own, was out of his hands now.  He
never thought he would miss it.  He did.

While Greg controlled their sex life, and everything else, Lucas would
try to please him by doing things like resisting, so that Greg could have
a feel of conquest.  Lucas had to admit that he enjoyed the sense of
being conquered too.  The moment when Greg twisted his nipple ONE MORE
TIME, and he sighed  "fuck me Sir," was one Lucas relished.  And as an
academic, he began to wonder:  was it to please himself, or to please
Greg, that he did these things?  Was it for himself, or for Greg, that he
would occasionally do things that would get him in trouble, so he could
get punished?  For example, one night, Lucas did not put his leather arm
band on. It WAS deliberate,  and Greg noticed when he came in the door.

'WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU DRESSED BITCH?"
"I  am dressed Sir . I don't understand."
'YOU THINK YOU'RE DRESSED?  DO I HAVE TO DRAG YOU TO THE MIRROR TO SHOW
YOU YOU'RE NOT, MR PHD?"
Greg grabbed Lucas by the back of the neck, like a kitten,  and put his
hand on Lucas' right bicep.
"WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, BITCH"
Lucas reddened.  "My armband Sir."
"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?"
"On the nightstand Sir."
'GET THE FUCK IN THE BEDROOM, STRIP AND PUT IT ON.  NOTHING ELSE. THEN
BACK OUT HERE."

When Lucas stripped, his hard on was evident.  He grinned , with his back
turned to the door, so Greg wouldn't see.  He put the armband on,
wondering what the punishment was going to be.
He felt a SHOVE from behind, and then he could hear Greg whipping off his
belt.  "SLAM" came the first strike.  The a second one.  Lucas bit his
lips, trying not to scream.  He managed until the fourth one.
Through tears.  "Please Sir.  No more.  I won't forget again."
"DAMN RIGHT YOU WON'T FORGET AGAIN.  AND THERE ARE SIX MORE COMING."
Lucas thought it was at strike 8 that he realized he liked this, and at
strike 9, he shot a wad onto the bed.  Greg saw him convulsing and
flipped him around.
"YOU'RE JUST ASKING FOR IT TONIGHT AREN'T YOU, BITCH?  NOW YOU CUM
WITHOUT PERMISSION?  YOU WANT THE CAGE AGAIN?"
"No Sir, please not. It just... It just felt so good."  It was the right
answer.  He saw the smile across Greg's face.
"FELT GOOD HUH?  Well, I'll have to remember that this is all about your
pleasure.  NOW SPREAD THOSE LEGS. "  Greg fucked him so hard that night,
Lucas came a second time.

"Being bad" was the title of an essay Lucas found on line, when he should
have been analyzing some statistical data.  It was an argument in favor
of breaking rules, so that a sub could get more of what he wanted.  He
considered the article carefully.  He and Greg were still relatively new,
so he didn't know just HOW far he could push Greg with the disobedience,
and he didn't want to lose a good thing.  He turned to Nick for advice.

"OOOOH.  My cuz Lucas is turning into a pain pig."
"Nick, that's not funny.  I'm NOT turning into a pain pig, but.. well...
ok, maybe I AM turning into a pain pig."
"So why don't you just ask him to beat you every now and then?"
"Somehow, that doesn't seem right, Nick.  Turning it into something
formal, or encouraging violence."
Nick laughed.  "Deliberately leaving your arm band off wasn't encouraging
what happened?"
"Honestly Nick, I didn't think he'd react like that.  I thought I was
gonna get tied up and the nipple clamps, or my balls twisted for a bit,
but... well... " He stopped.  "And I had no idea I'd shoot."
"Know something cuz?  The thought of seeing your ass in the air turning
cherry red from a beating, is getting me turned on too."
Lucas laughed.  "If I'm a pain pig, you're a whore.  How are things with
Jorge?"
Nick sighed.  "Oh, the usual.  He's a workaholic, so he's gone before
me.  Then I get on the train to get to work.  We text or chat a few times
a day.  He tells me what he's gonna do to me when we get home, I get
excited and lock myself in a stall in the bathroom, and then... you know
what he did last night?"
"Of course not.  I wasn't there.  Should I?"
"That hitachi rod thing Greg has?  He has one too .  He tied me up, taped
the rod to my balls, on low, gagged me.  Then he went to a two hour
meeting.  When he came back,  he caged me.  Then he fucking frenched me
for about an hour before he fucked me.   I'M STILL IN THE GODDAMN CAGE.
AND I'M GETTING BLUE BALLED."
"Now I'm the one who's getting hot."
"Seriously Lucas, I don't know what to tell you. If disobeying is getting
you both hot, keep on with it.  He'll let you know when he's had enough,
I think."
"I guess.  I better go.  Greg's taking me out to dinner tonight.  It's
our two month anniversary.  What's happening with you?"
"I'm hoping Jorge doesn't work too late.  I need to cum.  Badly."
"Give him a call.  Maybe you can visit him."
"I'M WORKING WHORE."
Lucas laughed.   "Take care Nicko"
In fact, Jorge came home that night, and unlocked the cage.  He laughed
as Nick whined, and he edged Nick SLOWLY, right before he fucked him just
as slowly.

A few weeks after they had this conversation, Jorge had to leave town for
a trip, so Nick was staying with Greg and Lucas.  Greg was working on a
project that kept him at the office late - VERY late - and it was the
third night in a row that it looked like he wouldn't be home before
midnight.   Nick was reading a magazine, as Lucas edited a chapter of his
dissertation, when he looked up.
"Hey, cuz.  You wanna go out and get a cocktail or something?"
Lucas looked up. "Oh, I don't think so.  Greg doesn't want me out of the
house without him.  Says I look too much like a top, and I might get
tempted."
"Well, you're wearing the band."
"Hmmm.  It IS kinda quiet here, and if we're out for, oh, I don't know,
an hour or so, we could still be back before he's home.

They grabbed their jackets and went out.  Lucas didn't realize that if he
wore a jacket, no one would see the band.  After the third guy tried to
pick up  "the hot top," he took off the jacket and carried it.

Meanwhile, Greg got finished with what he was doing.  He was exhausted.
How many hours had it been the last two weeks?  80? 90?  But it was
done.  He was leaving earlier than he had been.  As usual, he was horny.
He texted Lucas.  "Home in thirty minutes.  Be ready."
"Be ready" meant, make sure you're clean down there.  Lucas never saw the
text.  He had forgotten to take his phone with him to the bar.  He didn't
think he'd need it.  They'd be home soon enough.
Greg came in the door.  'WHERE'S MY MANCUNT?"  he yelled, to an empty
house.  'I SAID WHERE'S MY MANCUNT.  WE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK, BITCH?"
He looked around, and found no one.  No Lucas, no Nick.  WHAT THE FUCK?
 He saw Lucas' cell phone on the table near the computer.  He didn't see
Nick's.  Then he went and checked the closet, and saw Lucas' leather
jacket was gone.

" BASTARDS.    They went out."  He paused for a minute.  Where was the
closest gay bar?  They wouldn't have taken  the car, because his driver
would've told him, and he didn't think they'd take the risk of going out
of the neighborhood.  Yeah... Jammer's.  About three blocks away.
Furious, he tossed off his jacket, folded up his tie in his pocket, and
headed out .

Lucas' back was to the door so he didn't see the raging bull that was
Greg come in the bar.  Nick did.  Lucas had told him about the phenomenon
of "frozen trauma" and couldn't get a word out.  Greg felt the SMACK down
of the hand on his shoulder.  He turned around to brush off this guy and
saw.. Greg's pissed off face.

"Oh.  Hi Sir."  Greg didn't answer.  Nick came over.  "We were bored,
and.."
"SHUT UP.  BOTH OF YOU.   "  He glared at Lucas.  "Get your wrists behind
you.  NOW."  Lucas saw the silk necktie in Greg's hand.
"Sir it's three blocks."
"YOU WANT A GAG TOO?  SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I TOLD YOU."  He looked at
Nick.  "I'm gonna assume you're the ringleader.  Well... I've got one of
Jorge's toys for you." After he finished tying up Lucas he put his face
right next to his.
"AND YOU..  YOU'RE GONNA EXPERIENCE SOMETHING NEW TONIGHT.  I GUARANTEE.
YOU'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN."

Tied, Lucas had no choice as to where his hands went, and Nick didn't
need to be told.  They walked back to the apartment, with Greg holding
each of them firmly by a forearm.  "Maybe that damn apartment needs to be
fixed to lock from the inside. "    People noticed the odd configuration,
and laughed.
"Please don't let any students see me,"  Lucas thought.  None did.  It
was unlikely for his colleagues to be in this part of town, at this time
of night.  When they got back to the apartment, Greg untied Lucas.   He
pointed to him.
"YOU.  GET UNDRESSED,  EXCEPT FOR THE BAND.  GET THE HANDCUFFS AND THE
PADDLE, AND GET OUT HERE.  "
Then he turn to Nick.  "AND YOU.  DROP YOUR PANTS RIGHT NOW, AND YOU
BETTER HOPE YOU'RE NOT HARD."
Of course, telling Nick he'd better not be hard, got him hard.
"GET THAT FUCKING THING DOWN.  NOW."
"Can I jerk off, Sir?" Nick asked, and Greg laughed.
"NO.  NOW GET IT DOWN, OR I'LL GET IT DOWN."
Nick tried, but it wasn't working.  Then Lucas came out.
"Get on your news bitch.  Suck your cousin.  Suck him till he's dry."
The faces on both of them told Greg what they thought of that, and he
loved it.  Lucas got down and put his mouth around Nick's cock.  Nick was
scared, but eventually, his body took control, and he began to moan.
"I'm gonna send this off to Jorge.  He needs to know what his bitch is
doing."  Nick tried to suppress the yelp when he came in Lucas mouth, but
he didn't do it completely.
"SWALLOW IT CUNT.  SWALLOW IT ALL."  Lucas heard the anger in Greg's
voice, and did it.   Then , Greg came over with Nick's chastity cage.
"NO SIR NO.  NOT THAT. PLEASE. .. "
"SHUT UP.  MAYBE IF YOU'RE CAGED YOU WON'T FEEL A NEED TO SNEAK OUT."
Locked up again for the second time in two weeks, Nick was near tears.
"Now SIT.  I want you watching what I do to your cousin.  Maybe you'll
both learn a lesson.

Lucas thought he was going to get another spanking.  He was wrong.  Greg
put some adhesive on the small dildo he used on Lucas occasionally, and
slammed it on the chair.  "SIT"   Lucas gulped, and lowered his butt on
the dildo.  He adjusted, while Greg used the necktie to tie his wrists to
the chair.  He pulled out a small string of leather, and he wrapped it
around Lucas' balls.  He tied it tight, and Lucas yelped.
"BE QUIET YOU DISOBEDIENT BITCH, OR I'LL SHOVE MY JOCK IN YOUR MOUTH."
 Normally, that would not sound bad to Lucas, but he had never seen Greg
so angry, and his balls were already aching from the bondage.   Then the
paddle came down on his balls.
"How many do you think you can take, Lucas?  Shall we start with, oh 25?"
"NO SIR.  TOO MANY. PLEASE . I'M SORRY.  IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN. OUCH!"
Three more slaps came down on his balls.

"You know, in the old days, they'd take care of steers like you by
keeping something like this on their balls, until they dried up and fell
off. " He smacked some more.  "I don't need your balls, you don't need
them anymore.  Maybe we'll do that, HUH??? He brought down the paddle
HARD, three more times. "

"SIR, I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry.  I won't ever do it again. But I
can't take it."  He began to cry.  "Sir, I just can't take it."
Greg was sweating, and he saw the look on Lucas' face.  He was right.
There was a difference between breaking a boy, and damaging him, and Greg
had gone right up to the line.  He knew, because he saw Nick's face.  It
wasn't laughing, it wasn't leering.  It was concern."

"Ok.  We'll stop now, stud.  But never again.  EVER."
"No Sir.  NO.  I apologize again.  Can I do something for you? Above and
beyond?"
"I'll think about that.  For now though.... He turned to Nick.  "Get the
chair in the bedroom.  I want you watching while I fuck your cousin."
"Yes sir."  Nick began to breathe easier.  He and his cousin didn't
always agree, but to see him being punished like that, and sitting
helplessly, was hard for him.  On the other hand, thinking about how his
studly cousin had sucked him off, and now was gonna get fucked.

"On your back Lucas.  On your back. " Lucas hurried into position, and
grabbed his own ankles.  As Nick watched, Greg lay his cock over Lucas'
ass crack, and just held it there for about two minutes.  The feel of his
lover's skin on his ass, began to drive Lucas crazy.  His breathing got
shorter, and faster.

"Please Sir.  Please.  This ungrateful bitch needs a punishment fuck.
Please."
He got it.  Greg was usually not tender when he fucked and this was no
exception.  The thrashing he had given to Lucas seemed to make him
thicker, and harder, and he plowed his boy.  Lucas thought he was used to
Greg's approach to power fucking, but this was new.  He fucked for a few
minutes, stopped, pulled out, and started again.  The pauses seemed to
make Lucas' ass nerves even more excited, and the stimulation was close
to too much.  Did he black out during that fuck?  We'll never know, but
he did see stars, moons, angels, devils, and then a blast of golden light
as the first shot of Greg's splooch went up his ass.  The another.  Then
another.  Lucas may have miscounted, and he checked with Nick later that
week, but it may have been fifteen.

"Now get yourself cleaned out, and get ready for bed. " As Lucas went off
to the bedroom,  he turned to Nick.
"I ought to leave that on overnight.  And tomorrow.  And until Jorge
comes home."  He paused.  "This was your idea, wasn't it?"
Nick looked down and said, softly  "yes sir."
"Well, we're gonna have to come up  with some new kind of punishment for
you.  I haven't decided what it is yet, and I'm gonna confer with Jorge.
But you WILL be punished.  " He unlocked the cage.  "Now go off to your
room, and don't start anymore trouble."
"No Sir.  None.  " "Can I tell Lucas I'm sorry I got him in trouble?"
Greg leered
"Lucas is a big boy.  He should be able to stay out of trouble himself.
"
"That's true Sir.  I'm sorry too.  " Lucas came over and did something he
wasn't supposed to do. He hugged Greg from behind.  Nick thought he saw a
bit of a thaw on Greg's face for just a minute.
"You get into bed.  You've had a rough day.  Maybe I'll take tomorrow off
and we'll do something together. I don't know.  " He brushed Lucas' short
hair, and then he kissed him.  He whispered.  "Who's my good boy?"
"I don't know Sir.  I wasn't a good boy today."
"But you're a good boy now, aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
"Good.   Good boys get their nips played with at night.  Let me go and
lock Nick's s door.  I'll be back."
He went to Nick's bedroom and looked in.  Nick naked, was sitting on the
bed.  Greg smiled at him.
"You know, everyone must think Lucas is the smart one. Maybe he is.
You're the crafty one.  Lucas thinks he's defiant.  He just wants to get
abused.  You, on the other hand, are the defiant one.  I know it, you
know it.  Jorge knows it." Then he smiled.  "We'll break you, Nicky."
"It's NICK, Sir."
Greg laughed.  "No, it's BITCH." He locked the door and went back to his
bedroom.  Lucas was under the covers in spoon position.  Greg got in and
wrapped his arms around him.  Lucas could feel Greg getting hard again,
as he moved his hands to Lucas' nip.
"My big cuddly bear cub sub. " He kissed Lucas' ear.  "My good boy."