Two days later and brent is back in that hotel room. He's bound in the same chair he was bound in on Monday, and gagged, with his own necktie. He's moaning because there's a hitachi at high speed pressed against his balls: Don attached it to brent's middle with a long velcro strip he wrapped around brent after he had tied him up.
This all happened AFTER Don had fucked him. The sex had happened way sooner than brent had expected it to, and it was because, well...
When brent got dressed that morning he put on a white shirt and a pair of middle blue pants. He carried a tie to get to work because of what he had told Louise: that there was an important meeting, it was going to go late, and he may need to spend the night. Again, he wasn't sure. Louise was familiar with brent's routine before important meetings, and he always wore a white shirt.
He had forgotten Don's statement that he really liked brent in blue. Yes, he was wearing blue pants, but as he found out, they didn't accent his eyes.
brent learned all of this when he went to the hotel after work. He asked if he could go up to Room 606, and Don was waiting. He was shirtless, and wearing tight, ripped jeans. "Hey big fella" he called out as the elevator opened and shut. brent saw Don's smile fade as he got to the door. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Just get in. NOW" Don commanded. The strength of the order surprised brent. Yes, Don ordered him around, but it was always almost laughing when he did. "I guess we had a failure to communicate brent. I thought I was clear that I liked you in blue. " brent looked down at his shirt. It fit tightly, the way Don liked, and he had two buttons opened, also the way Don liked. He was getting this way because of... shirt color? "Yeah, well I can't always find a clean blue one on your orders, Don. " brent was getting a little angry. He said 'Don' instead of "Sir," and now, Don was getting angry. "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME BRENTBITCH?" "I called you by your name. What'd you expect?" "I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME SIR." "Well, I didn't. And you know what? I'm fed up with this shit. I am leaving." "The hell you are." brent chortled and pushed by Don. "OH NO YOU DON'T" Don yelled, and jumped brent from behind. He put him in a bear hug. brent was so much bigger than Don, he didn't think anything of it, which was a mistake. That skinny guy was awfully strong and as he closed the hug on brent, he began squeezing. "WOO HOO. I didn't plan on rasslin' but feels like fun." brent felt the hard on pressing against his ass. He struggled to break the hold by pushing his arms out, to try to break Don's grip. He squirmed, and he pushed and he fought, trying to shove his elbows into Don's body. "LET ME GO FUCKER." "Well, you got the fucker part right, but let you go handsome? Not happening." It took a bit of time, but Don dragged brent back to the bed and pushed him face down into it. brent was so big he couldn't move fast, and Don had his wrists, and pinned them behind his back. "I think someone's gonna have to get a REALLY GOOD SOLID FUCK to remind him what he is." "LET ME GO." "Not happening dad. In fact..." Don began pushing brent's wrists up his back. "You are going to give up and then.. you're gonna take my cock right up y our ass." "I'm done with that. OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Don pressed his arms up further, and it began to really hurt. Don laughed. "You are done with that, when I say you're done with that brent. " He pushed further. "You give." "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRR" "Ya give?" brent couldn't make any progress. Don had stopped pushing his arms up his back, but he was in so much pain it didn't matter. "YEAH! YEAH! I GIVE I GIVE. LET ME GO!!!!!" Don eased up on the arm bar, and chucked. "Roll over on your back bitch boy." brent sighed, and did what Don told him. He felt Don on top of him instantly, pinning down his wrists. "Now you're gonna have to accept some punishment for that infraction brent, and I... have a few ideas... Move your head. " "NO NO. I know what you're gonna do. C'mon NO. I'll have to.. ooooooooooooooooh" Even as brent struggled, Don had gotten his chin into the space between brent's neck and head. His beard was scruffing brent, lightly, then harder, then.... brent began to kick as he felt the bristles cut into his skin. "Oh, you're gonna have fun explaining this to Louise, stud. Just remember... I tell ya to do something, you do it. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRr" Don had moved to brent's ear, and he began licking and chewing . brent was helpless, and when Don started work on a nipple... it just took everything out of brent and he began to moan. "My sweet, big bellied, blond bottom. Ha ha. Whassa matter daddy? Can't fight anymore?" Don had moved to straddling brent's torso and he was working both nipples as brent squirmed. "Know how hard I am right now, stud? Harder than I've been since I met you. No mercy for you tonight." As he pulled off brent's shoes, he stopped. "This little piggy went to market huh brent? Found himself a DOM.." He collected brent's feet under his arm and began tickling both soles . brent laughed hysterically. He tried to get up to try to grab Don and get him to stop, but every time Don felt the bed move a little, he tickled harder, and brent was completely in his control. "Know what stud? I think next time we meet.. is gonna be nuthing but tickling. You are gonna be SO WANTING my dick when I'm done with you, you won't believe it." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP" brent was pleading. "You want it to stop? Really?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. YES! YES! PLEASE... PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE" Don kept up the foot torture. "You're gonna have to do two things, brentster. First, you're gonna have to ask SIR to stop and then... you're gonna have to beg to get fucked." "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. OK OK OK. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE. PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME SIR. AND FUCK ME SIR. PLEASE. PLEASE FUCK ME. " Don didn't stop though. "You gonna get tickled a full night next time?' "OH SHIT OH SHIT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. YES SIR YES SIR YES SIR." He stopped for a minute. "Now, beg me to fuck your dad body ass." brent caught his breath. He was humiliated but he had no choice. "Please Sir. PLEASE. Fuck my dad body ass." "Well, don't mind if I do... You take your pants off this time stud. MOVE IT." brent got up as fast as he could. He was breathing hard. He saw Don's cock show up out of his jeans. His own was kind of hard too, and Don laughed. "I never really noticed this.. you got a dad bod cock too, brent. It's perfect size for you... Now get on your back. Grab your ankles soldier." Don didn't wait long. He was superhorny from what had just happened and he PLOWED into brent. Getting pissed off at him and then tickling him, were both aphrodisiacs, and brent was taking a harder pounding than he had so far. This time, Don worked his prostate, and brent gasped. "HEY LOOK AT THAT. BITCH BOY BRENT HAS A G SPOT. HOT DAMN..." Don ran his cock back and forth over the spot , and then he began plowing brent even harder. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT IT HURTS SIR IT HURTS." "GOOD. You'd rather be laughing?" "NO SIR NO. PLEASE NO MORE TICKLING TONIGHT. NO. " "Ha ha. I thought you'd say that. But next time. OH YEAH. Too bad you're gonna have to work on Saturday and... we're gonna have such a good time." He closed his eyes and gave out a rebel yell as he shot deep into brent. He had an evil look on his face. "I bought some toys today brent. First, one to make sure I get you preggers." brent didn't recognize the butt plug, but he felt it as Don pushed it into him. "Now you'll be holding my jizz until you get home. Now get up, get dressed." "yes sir." brent breathed a sigh of relief. He was being sent home. He was wrong. "Get on the chair. Time to pay for not wearing what I told ya to wear."
Ropes went all over brent's body: his wrists behind him, his middle, and the classic tit tie that Don used to point out brent's nipples. Then he took brent's necktie and wrapped it around his mouth a few times. Then.. the hitachi. "Ho ho. At some point, your wife is gonna wonder about those stains on your pants brent. Here's how things are gonna work. You're gonna sit there, and every now and then I'm gonna change the frequency on my friend Mr. Hitachi. When I see the stain.. I'll let you go. I'm just gonna keep dingling myself while we wait." The hitachi was like someone holding brent's cock, and stimulating only one part of it. He wanted to get out of here. Don was clearly crazy, but tonight, he was crazier than usual. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," brent couldn't help making noises as the hitachi did its work. "Music to my ears, studmuffin. Music to my ears. That and your face...." Don got up out of his chair. "Know what would help? A little nipple work...." He got behind brent and draped his hands down brent's torso. He found the nipples and squeezed them. "MMMMMMph.... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPh. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" brent's moans got louder and more insistent and then... One big long prolonged moan and a dark stain across the front of his pants. Don laughed. "Know what, stud? Even if you have a spare set of clothes at the office, you're gonna have to walk there to change. Life fucking sucks for you, doesn't it." brent wanted to cry. He didn't have a spare set of clothes. The mark on his neck, the stain on his pants. "How the hell do I get myself out of this?" he asked. " "Call your lady. Tell her you're staying in town. Plenty of room in the bed. Of course... I may get randy in the middle of the night and have to take advantage of you stud. Or... you can leave. It's up to you." "I'll.. I'll call her..." brent was on his phone. He had to suppress the need to cry but... he did it. "Good boy! Now get back in that chair, stud. I'm gonna need to tie you while I get some take out. OH, WAIT. OF COURSE!!!! Room service! But I'm still gonna leave ya tied up. Even in white, you look too goddamn luscious not to." It took room service 45 minutes to get dinner up to them. Don spent it playing with brent's nipples and explaining their next meeting: Saturday. Don was gonna have to get moving on Sunday and he wanted their last day together to be... as he put it... a good one. " He fucked brent again that night, just before they fell asleep. In the morning, there was a faint, dried stain on his pants, but they weren't as embarrassing. brent called in sick, took an early train home, and tried to get the clothes as clean as possible.