Advantage System: Part 1 ========================
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2007, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Y.J. Levy an Unusual Man ------------------------
I am quite unusual in many respects. To start with due to some
odd mistakes surrounding my birth I have no legal first name,
just initials and no recorded birthdate. The state of California
has been kind enough to turn my birth certificate's "1972" into
January 1, 1972. Though I suspect I'm a Sagitarius rather than a
Capricorn. As for first names, I use whatever suits me, my
diplomas simply say YJ as does my driver's license.
For those interested in my physical appearance, I stand 6' tall
(182 cm) and weigh 160 lbs (72 kg). I am caucasian, I have six
pack abs, and work out daily to stay in shape. My eyes are blue
and my hair is black. I think that should give you a decent
sense of what I look like.
I will leave out most of the details of my past right now and
bring you forward to 2003. I was finishing up my psychiatric
fellowship working a shift at a Los Angeles county jail. This
was at the Pitchess Detention Center in Castaic--about 50 miles
north of central LA.
My luck a riot broke out while I was working there. Worse luck
still I was with a hot-headed guard who wanted to prove himself.
For now, let me spare you the details and just say that I ended
up with a bullet stuck in my head and a huge lump sum disability
payment from the state.
Ever since then, I've been a touch "off-kilter". The location of
the bullet interferes with some--much of my ability to feel pain
and also to feel remorse. Translation, I'm now the ultimate
sadist and masochist rolled into one. Add to that my uncanny
handle for what people are thinking and you have an interesting
combination.
That aside, after four years, there is minimal permanent brain
damage and I am a fully trained and licensed psychiatrist. I
just do not practice in any traditional sense. Certainly not in
any sense that the Medical Board of California would approve of.
Moving forward to 2007, I am living in West Hollywood--part of
Los Angeles. I moved into an impressive home here after the
County settled with me in late 2004.
Patient Care ------------
I have been working with what I like to call "special needs"
patients since shortly after I moved to West Hollywood. At this
point one hundred percent of my practice is from referrals.
Basically, if I treat you, you get two serialized jet-black
business cards with a phone number to use to reach me. Since the
nature of my treatments requires a level of privacy, I trust my
patients to be discreet in who receives the cards.
If you have one of the cards, you can call the number on the
card and you will get a recorded message:
Thank you for calling. Please leave a message with your code
number, your full name, and a number where I can reach you.
Calls are returned within one business day.
When someone leaves a message, I check the prospective client
out with internet searches, credit report headers, and the like.
Then, I return their call.
A typical dialogue goes something like this: "Is this X? This is
Jacob returning your call are you in a place where you can
talk?"
Assuming the patient can talk, we continue, "Ok, a couple of
ground rules, I do not provide medical or psychiatric
treatments. I understand that my clients expect extreme
discretion and expect my clients to act likewise. To start with
I need a sense of what you are looking for."
Clients then share the sexual fantasy they want fulfilled, for
example let's consider Peter a movie star who sought me out by
way of another client. After some hemming and hawing we got down
to, "Truth is." Pause. "I've had this fascination with
diapers." Long pause.
I interrupt, "I can help with that, let's set a first
appointment. I need to mail you a consent that I need returned
to me before we begin. Once I have the paperwork back I will
call you to set up the appointment."
The call ends at that point with me getting his address in
Malibu. A mildly thick set of documents weighing 2 oz in a plain
white security envelope goes out. The documents include:
-
a stamped, self-addressed return envelope
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a request for a credit report with spaces to copy a driver's
license and major credit card
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consent agreement
-
release of liability
-
nondisclosure agreement
-
wire transfer instructions for $25,000 fixed fee consulting
cost of one screening session, one experience session, and one
post experience follow up
Sticking with Peter's case for a moment, the packet went out on
a Tuesday and was back to me on Friday. Once I found the
documents in order, I called and arranged a screening session on
Thursday.
"Peter, this is Jacob again, can we arrange the screening
session?"
"Um, yeah," he responded.
"Great, just so your expectations are clear, I like to use some
hypnosis to relax my clients in the screening session. This
makes sure that they are uninhibited in describing their needs
to me."
Hesitation and hemming and hawing followed. I continued,
"Anyhow, again this is just to set your expectations. Some
clients come in ready to get their rocks off at the first
session and are disappointed. My most important goal is to make
you happy. No, ecstatic and the screening session is how we make
sure that happens. When we finally get to putting a diaper on
you, the experience will be everything you've always wanted it
to be."
I felt the fight go out of him with that last line. "Great he
responded."
We settled on Wednesday at 5pm.
My house is set up with a gate in front. The gate secures a
circular drive with room for easily five our six cars. To the
side is a carriage house style garage that was designed for four
cars. Two of the bays have be turned into my office and work
room. Extensive sound proofing of these bays provides for
additional privacy.
Peter's car pulled up to the gate at five sharp on Wednesday and
I buzzed him through. He proceeded to the side entrance to the
carriage house and stepped in. I was sitting in a professional
chair and beckoned him to sit down across from me in a
zero-gravity recliner.
Screening Session -----------------
"Ok, let's get started Peter," I said firmly, "we're going to
have you relax, I will induce a hypnotic state to help you relax
so we can be sure I understand your fantasy fully and can make
your experience shine."
Peter nodded meekly and I began to induce the hypnotic state. I
had Peter count up to 100 by sevens and down as I positioned
myself on a stool behind him and began to apply pressure to
specific points on his head and neck. As he began protesting,
"49... this isn't doing anything," he went under.
"Peter," I said, "I need you to focus on my voice, you are going
to stay calm, aware of my every word, and responsive while
remaining completely relaxed." I paused for a minute to allow
him to completely relax. His pulse had slowed significantly,
"Peter, first and foremost it is important that you find it
feels good to do what I say."
"Let's test this, Peter raise your right hand six inches in the
air." Peter complied without hesitation. "Excellent, and tell
me, how does it feel to have done what I asked?"
"Really good," Peter responded calmly.
"Excellent, put you are arm down. Does it feel good to have done
that?"
Peter murmured agreement.
"Wonderful, it is very important to me that you continue to find
it pleasurable to do what I say. Let's start discussing your
interests in diapering."
It took three hours, but he spilled his guts on being fascinated
with diapering due to seeing his best friend diapered at around
age 9 as punishment for bed wetting. I had a complete
explanation of what turned him on and what he was explicitly
willing to admit and what he was not fully consciously aware of.
Only then did I turn to planting some general post-hypnotic
triggers. I re-applied some pressure to key points and helped
bring his pulse even slower. This further relaxed him and turned
down whatever remaining conscious defenses he had left.
"Peter, I am going to bring you out of this state shortly, when
I do, I need you to keep three things in mind for me. Do you
think you can do that for me?"
"Sounds wonderful," he managed to mumble. I noticed his cock was
hard, pleasing me felt good to him.
"First and foremost Peter, you will want to please me and will
find doing what I say desirable because you will have an innate
sense that it will help you feel more sexually satisfied."
"Please you," he mumbled.
"Second, you will generally feel very uninhibited and relaxed
around me, trusting me will help you feel more sexually
satisfied."
"Trust you," he echoed, his cock bulging in his denim jeans.
"Third, you will not be able to remember the details of this
session or consciously remember these rules, instead you will
just innately follow them to help you feel more sexually
satisfied."
He said nothing, but his cock bulging in his pants suggested an
imminent explosion.
"Count backwards with me from 100 down to 1 by sevens Peter,
when you reach 1 you will open your eyes, fully aware,
refreshed, and excited."
Peter began to count and I returned back to my original seat.
His cock bulged and pulsated in his pants, "100, 93, 86, 79, 72,
65, 58, 51...16, 9, 2, 1" He opened his eyes and looked at me
trustingly. His eyes darted down to his hard cock, but he showed
no embarrassment.
"How are you feeling Peter?"
"Fantastic," he responded, "how long did we talk, twenty
minutes?"
"Actually we talked for about three hours," I said casually.
"No way!"
"Yes, this was very helpful for me to understand how we can make
your experience as sexually fulfilling as possible."
Peter stared blankly at me for a moment and said, "that's good,
I feel amazingly rested and relaxed. It was good to be able to
talk about everything with you. You are such a good listener.
When do you think I can come back for my experience?"
"Do me a favor Peter," I said casually, "you are clearly very
aroused right now, unbutton your fly and get yourself off then
we can figure out details."
Now with any client this is always a key juncture. It tests
multiple aspects of the conditioning and ensures that we can
both have a safe play experience. Peter went to it without
missing a beat.
He unbuckled his fly enthusiastically and pulled his cock free
from the boxers he was wearing. He put one hand to his mouth,
gave it a lick to lube up with saliva and then went at it.
Stroking away in front of me without any embarrassment until
about ten minutes later he shot a decent load.
I handed him a damp towel and waited for him to clean up. "Okay,
how about Monday afternoon say from 2pm to whenever? I would
recommend not having any plans on Tuesday so you need not feel
time pressured."
He nodded and said, "Sounds like you will really be able to help
me experience this just the way I need to. See you at two on
Monday."
I reached out a hand to help him get out of the recliner and he
took it and I helped him up.
Meeting Levy ------------
The next day I decided it was time to finally get a decent big
screen TV and I ended up at a nearby big box store. I had very
little direction, a young looking man with a boyish face and red
hair came up to me in the aisle. His name badge said "Levy".
"Anything I can do to help you," he said with what seemed like a
wink.
"Um," and then I decided to go blond, "can you help me out here,
I was hoping to get a big TV but just have no clue."
Levy smiled a broad grin and said, "normally I should pass you
off to a TV guy, but let me help you out." He touched my elbow
gently and guided me towards the rear of the store. "Do you have
a sense what you want?"
"No clue," I answered frankly, "just something big for the
living room."
He smiled and asked, "Ok, well since you are leaving it so wide
open this is the top of the line LCD right now that we carry:
71" LCD from LG which is just shy of fifteen-K."
Deciding that I wanted to flirt with this younger guy, I
decided, "Look to be honest the money isn't a problem, but I'm
not sure if it would be too big, you know." And I trailed off.
Levy seemed to grin a bit and leaned in, "Here's my card, write
down your address and I will stop by personally after closing
and give you a consult. However, this will be 'off the clock' if
you understand what I mean?"
"Absolutely," I said smiling and I took the card and wrote down
my address and cell phone.
He put his arm on my elbow again as he took the card, "See you
around 11:30." He then walked away. From the edge of the area, I
would have sworn he turned back and winked at me.
I decided I needed to finish shopping for Peter's experience and
headed towards a sex toy shop that was not that far away. One
hundred fifty dollars later I had what I needed and was headed
home.
I chilled out for a few hours reading a book--Kite Runner--until
just after 11pm, the gate buzzer rang. On the video, I could see
Levy inside a modest Honda Civic hatchback. I buzzed him in and
headed to the front entrance.
Advantage System Basics -----------------------
I let Levy in the door and he stepped in and then kissed me
passionately on the lips. I reciprocated.
"Should I bother measuring for the TV," he asked.
I nodded.
He smiled broadly and I led the way to the living room. "Nice
place and this a huge room, where do you want the TV?" I pointed
at the large wall.
I stepped over to it, whipped out a tape measure from his pocket
and confirmed it would fit on the wall and then measured back to
my couch before plopping down.
"Come on over and sit next to me," he said grinning slightly. I
sat down and he kissed me on the lips again and wrapped his arm
around my shoulder. "No problem on the seventy-one incher, it
will be great in here."
I nodded and he kissed me again.
"We should discuss what I'm looking for in a relationship," he
said matter of factly. I nodded slightly and he continued, "I'm
only twenty-five, but I know what I want and I'm not here to
just have sex or to end up in a bad relationship."
"Fair enough," I said, "though you do have me horny as hell
since this afternoon."
He smiled, "exellent, no sex tonight just to set the
expectations." He then kissed me again probing with his tongue
and I probed back. When we separated, he continued, "I was in a
five year relationship from ages sixteen to twenty-one with a
guy I loved passionately, but who ultimately could not make me
happy sexually."
I had to fight a reflexive response along the lines of,
how-did-that-make-you-feel. Levy continued, "My thing is that
I'm extremely versatile sexually in what I need and want and a
relationship that is plain vanilla with one person mostly the
top and the other the bottom just isn't going to work for me."
"So your ex was all bottom," I offered.
Levy nodded, "Brian."
"So when you started out with Brian is was fine, but then when
you wanted to experience being fucked it fell apart?"
Levy was ready to move on, "So I settled on a system, I call it
the 'Advantage' system to ensure that the person I'm with will
be compatible with me."
"May I interject?"
"Sure."
"Have you actually had a relationship yet using this system?"
"No, I've dated a few times but nothing beyond the first date or
so because most guys just aren't versatile enough."
"Sounds like a challenge," I teased back and leaned in and
kissed him and then thrust my tongue into his mouth and back
into his throat. We kissed for a bit before he pushed me back
and continued explaining his system:
- No masturbation or sex outside the relationship/framework.
Both parties can mutually agree to some acts outside the
framework, but as a whole it's off limits.
- During any one sexual interaction, one person will get the
T(op) role and will be guaranteed sexual satisfaction, the other
person will get the B(ottom) role. B may or may not get an
orgasm, but his job is to ensure that T is completely sexually
satisfied in that encounter.
- T & B roles must change around because the two people in the
relationship can never be more than 1 "point" ahead of the
other. (Sort of like Deuce in Tennis, so if Tom and Bob are
the people in the relationship and Tom is the T to Bob in
encounter one, then it is Advantage Bob. Here's the "catch", Top
cannot be T to Bob again until either it is Advantage Tom or
"love".)
"Kinky," I responded back when he finished his explanation.
"How does it sound to you?"
"My dick is rock hard and I'm now very aware that I'm not
getting it off until we meet at some future point."
"Nice," he exclaimed smiling and then he kissed me which was
followed by him thrusting his tongue down my throat.
"Couple of corner issues," he said, "to avoid 'holding out', we
should reset to love at the start of each week, say Monday."
"So no, 'I'm mad at you and not giving you sex.'"
"Right, similarly, there is no 'No'." Sensing my confusion Levy
continued, "Well we are in a relationship so you need to trust
me and vice versa. I can ask you to do something outrageous if
it is at love or my advantage and you must comply. The catch
for me is that you can leave me after the encounter."
I chimed in, "so even if it is my go at being the 'top', I
shouldn't push you to do something you don't want because either
you will leave or turn the tables on me."
"Exactly!"
"Sign me up," I said, "when do we get to actually have sex with
each other?"
Levy smiled and stood up, "you need to buy the TV from me
tomorrow and we can work out when our first real date is." He
headed for the door.
"What time do you work tomorrow," I called out.
"Two to ten," he said as he headed out the door.
Purchases ---------
I went to bed that night horny as all hell and with Levy's
gorgeous face and body on my mind. I woke up with a massive
hardon that I had to fight not to stroke off.
I headed to the store around two and got there just after. I had
to ask someone for Levy claiming, "he had been helpful yesterday
and I don't remember which TV I was looking at."
He kept me waiting, thirty minutes. I was certain my cock was
going to burst inside my pants. When he came out, "Right,
Jacob?" Like he did not know me. "Was it that seventy-one
incher," he asked.
"Right," I said.
"Ok, let's go to the register over here and I will ring it up."
At the register he took my credit card and rang up $15,000 plus
an extended warranty, plus 'gold' installation, and sales tax.
As if he did not know me, he asked for the street address and
phone number. Delivery would be on Monday morning between nine
and noon. For a moment I was afraid he was going to just end
without arranging our next date, but then he whispered quietly
as he handed back my card, "tonight at Akbar's after I get off."
He then turned and headed elsewhere in the store.
I was amazingly horny, so I headed home and took a cool swim in
my pool to try to relax. But my cock was rock hard in my speedo.
By 9 when I was showering to get ready for the bar I almost
jerked myself off but then realized that would blow the
relationship.
I showed up right after ten and found Levy was already at the
bar and had an empty shot glass in front of him. He smiled when
I sat down next to him and groped my hard cock through my jeans.
I reciprocated and felt he was hard too. "Holding out ok?"
"Hornier than hell," I said and kissed him.
"Excellent, let's spend the rest of this week getting to know
each other and then we can start to have sex next Sunday." He
moved his hand off my cock and I felt my hormones go crazy, my
nuts felt like they were going to burst.
"Aside from Tuesday when I have to work, what are we getting
dinner every night and talking?"
Levy smiled, "Absolutely, I'm on days and off by five this week
so dinner every night and learn about each other."
"Do you think I could get permission to masturbate this week?"
He shook his head and kissed me, "not a chance. Let's find
somewhere quiet to talk in here." He then took me by the elbow
to find a quiet corner where we talked for an hour or two,
kissing and groping occasionally.
The next morning my TV arrived and still later, Levy showed up
around six to head out for a fancy dinner. By then I was
convinced my horniness was so intense I was just going to pop a
nut thinking about Levy. We had a great dinner and the
conversation was fantastic. Towards the end we started
discussing how horny both of us were, but Levy was resolute that
there would be no masturbation, or sex before Sunday.
Tuesday was my client session and I feel I owe it to you to
describe that more so here goes.
Peter's Experience ------------------
Horny though I was by Tuesday, I had a client showing up at 2pm.
I put on some lacrosse_hard_cup_ compression shorts to control
my raging hard on. Peter was undoubtedly going to "suffer" a bit
extra due to my pent up sexual desires.
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Peter buzzed me at the gate at 2pm sharp and when I answered, I
instructed him to pull his car into the open space in the
carriage house. He complied and came inside the office area.
"Hope you had a good few days where you've been looking forward
to this experience," I said more as a statement than a question.
Peter smiled, "I've been hard thinking about it since last week.
Twice, I almost called you to beg for an earlier appointment."
"Strip," I said, "so we can get started."
There was no hesitation, the post hypnotic suggestions were
still firmly in place. I watched as the hunky TV star removed
his clothes in front of me and revealed a raging hard on. "Ok,
let's go into the other room," I said and grabbed Peter by the
arm like a little boy.
In the area of the garage behind the office area, I have a more
warehouse-like area that is unfinished and can have various
dungeon play items set up for different client scenes as well as
a nice bathroom area that would get used today. Central in the
room today was a low table not quite three feet off the floor
covered with a baby blanket for use as a diaper changing table.
"On your back on the table Peter," I said firmly, "time to put
you in your diaper." I guided him firmly onto the table, even
though there was no hesitation, I knew that being forced into
the diaper "a bit" was a big turn on for him. On his back, I
made him lift his legs and cleaned his butt and hard cock with
baby oil. Then I powdered him with baby powder and finally
diapered him.
Next up was a pair of latex_shorts_. I had these around and
wanted to trap him in the diaper. When this went on and I locked
it with padlocks he freaked out slightly but my firm voice
brought him back under control, "Peter this is what you need,
diapers are for naughty boys who wet their bed and themselves."
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He started sobbing and I got him up and made him stand in the
corner for a bit to think about why a grown boy like him needed
to wear a diaper. When I positioned his nose firmly against the
corner, I could feel his body shaking slightly. I knew exactly
where he was mentally, on one hand this was his fantasy--and on
the other, this was his fantasy.
I allowed him to sob and cry in the corner for a solid half hour
before I retrieved him to do some tasks for me. "Peter, let's go
over your homework," I said pulling him from the corner and over
to a bare desk and wooden chair. I sat him down and there was a
math test with a red "F" written on it.
I went over the simple algebra problems he had gotten wrong and
made him drink a small glass of sports drink for each wrong
question we reviewed. The test had fifty questions and "he" had
gotten twenty-five wrong, so this was about three quarts of
sports drink total. Needless to say, by the time we were done
his boyish sobbing about being diapered had faded, replaced with
a new more immediate problem, he needed to pee like a firehose
and he was diapered and locked up.
I stood him up, "Peter we've discussed your need to control your
pee repeatedly, if you wet this diaper I will whip your ass." I
guided him over to another part of the garage where I had a
spanking bench set up and several paddles, hair brushes and
straps hanging from a rack nearby.
He started to cry harder while also dancing that 'need to pee'
dance little boys normally do. "Peter, correct me if I'm wrong,
but isn't your birthday in 1965? Shouldn't you be able to
control your need to pee?"
"Tell me honestly Peter," I asked for the first time this
evening, "did you wet your bed last night?"
He broke down sobbing on the floor at this. I smiled broadly and
spoke like a parent scolding a small child, "That's why you are
wearing a diaper boy. To learn control."
At that I brought him back to the corner and continued to
lecture him like a little boy. It was fun to watch a man I had
seen on TV and in movies repeatedly dance from foot to foot
trying to fight the impossible need to unleash a massively full
bladder into the diaper and suffer humiliation, a spanking, and
more.
"How many nights since you saw me last did you wet your sheets?"
"Every night," he sobbed, "and once during the day." From the
corner, he pleaded, "This hasn't happened in years."
"Please just let me pee," he begged.
"You will learn control," I responded firmly, "now stop dancing
around or I will start smacking your thighs with a riding crop."
This was the straw that broke the back, or the bladder rather.
He was bawling now, "please don't strap me daddy, please daddy."
I yanked him out of the corner firmly, "let's get you out of the
diaper and onto the spanking bench." I guided him onto the table
on his back. I unlocked the shorts, removed the soaking wet
diaper and then cleaned him off like a baby before making him
stand.
He was crying nonstop now and snot was coming out of his nose.
He was back in his childhood memory, getting the spanking he had
watched his friend receive and living it for the first time. The
fact that he had wet himself the past few nights had surprised
me, but perhaps discussing the idea of being diapered had
subconsciously brought out a bit of bed wetting to get himself
into the role of being punished. That did not matter though, it
was time to punish him like his friend was punished.
"Go to the rack and pick a strap to be used on you Peter," I
said firmly, "you are old enough to get thirty with the strap."
He screamed out in protest but quickly walked to get a strap
lest the punishment be increased. He picked one of the five
straps that was hanging on the rack and brought it to me and
kissed it before holding it out to me to be used on him.
I brought him to the bench and tied him down. While this was not
strictly part of the fantasy, it was for his safety during the
session. Had I worked longer initially, I probably could have
hypnotized him to stay still during the whipping, but he was
still a large man rather a small boy who was being punished and
the restraints were a good safety measure.
Once I had the crying "boy" man restrained, I raised the strap.
"What do we say Peter before daddy begins a punishment?"
"Please daddy, I need to be punished because I'm a horrible bed
wetting little boy who cannot control his wee-wee."
As soon as the sentence finished I began to brutally assault
Peter's back and buttocks with the strap. My goal was to exactly
simulate the punishment he used to watch happen to his friend.
It took thirty brutal strokes to redden his entire back and
buttocks. He was crying out in so much pain it was impossible to
make out what he was saying exactly, but I removed him from the
bench and brought him back to the diapering table.
There I cleaned him, powdered him, diapered him, and locked him
in the shorts again. Then it was back to the corner to wait.
It was only a brief twenty minutes before he wet the second
diaper and we had to repeat the whipping.
All in all, we repeated the scene fifteen times before eight the
next morning. When we finished his back and buttocks were
black-and-blue and blistered. I sent him home in a diaper and he
was thanking me for everything I had done with him and begging
for another visit.
We scheduled his post-session consultation for the following
Tuesday before I sent him on his way.
Then I went to sleep until I was going to meet Levy for dinner
that night.
First Sex ---------
Turning back to my budding relationship with Levy, I had taken
to basically wearing the lacrosse_hard_cup_ 24x7 to help contain
my raging hard on for the rest of that week. We definitely hit
it off and discussed a lot of things beyond sex that suggested
we would have a good relationship.
Saturday, he slept over the night, and we shared a bed. He
teased me about the compression shorts, but admitted that he was
used to controlling his urges a bit better than me. While we did
not have sex Saturday, we spent the whole night pressed against
each other.
When we awoke Sunday he was already awake and holding a condom.
"Time to fuck you and take the advantage," he said grinning as
he yanked my pants down and lifted my legs. I felt lube going
into my ass and then he pushed in firmly and started kissing me
while he fucked me.
"Don't you dare touch your cock while I'm fucking you this
time," he said, "I want to enjoy this fully without you having
an orgasm."
I kissed him passionately and he fucked me deeply for over an
hour. He was taking his time to enjoy himself thoroughly. He
even verbally teased me about it, "horny Jay?"
"Bet you wish, you had taken the first advantage," he said
thrusting again into me. "I intend to stretch this out since
I've wanted to rape your ass since I saw you on the security
camera wandering into the store."
I moaned and kissed him and grunted in pleasure and frustration.
"Please fuck me," I begged, "I love you Levy."
"Love you too Jay," he said, "you'll have your turn in a bit,
but this is about ~my~ pleasure. Let's have you turn on your
side so I can fuck you deeper. No more kissing, you need to be
fucked."
I complied and he thrust in deeper and harder, still taking his
time.
"Jay, this is one fucking hot ass, so amazingly tight, you
hardly ever get fucked."
I moaned and bucked as he savaged me, but I was also rock hard
and enjoying bottoming to my lover. It took a total of three
hours before he shot a load into the condom while still fucking
me and collapsed on me and kissed me.
"Advantage Jacob," he said as he collapsed and kissed me. I
thought about declaring I was going to take him twice, but
decided to take a bathroom trip and eat breakfast before taking
my turn.
In the kitchen I told him to find some kneepads in the laundry
room since I wanted to be sucked off while I ate breakfast--and
he best not either stop sucking or allow me to orgasm until
after I was done. He gulped and said, "fucker!" Then he went to
get the kneepads.
"Now this is quite civilized," I said as I sat down in my chair
with him under the table kneeling in front of me to start
sucking. As I sat down he started sucking. "Be glad I allowed
you kneepads," I said and began to moan gently while he started
sucking and I ate.
When I finished, I said, "Ok time to fuck you on the kitchen
counter." I lifted him onto the counter, and tied him with some
rope in the drawers to bind his arms and legs up so he could be
more easily fucked. I left him there for a minute while I went
to get more condoms and lube.
I covered up and then lubed his ass up before starting to fuck
him. I lacked his restraint, but I took my time as best I could
to unload a massive load of cum into the condom. I only lasted
like fifteen minutes though. Then I untied him, announcing,
"Love."
I was hog-tied in less than thirty seconds and had Levy's
throbbing cock in my mouth. He then stepped away and ate
breakfast just outside the corner of my peripheral vision. He
came back and thrust his cock back into my mouth and shot a load
in less than a minute and untied me. "Advantage Jacob," he said.
"This is fun," I said as I stood up and kissed him.
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