Eye of the Beholder

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1998 by the author.

Long afterward, whenever Ed allowed himself to think about his encounter with Bob, he could never remember on what day it had happened. He often supposed it must have been a weekend, since he had been on the university campus. Still, maybe not, since at that period of his life, sex had been such an obsession with him that he could have been cruising that tearoom in the basement of the Undergraduate Library any and every day of the week. He could be honest with himself and admit that now. Bob had taught him at least that much.

It had been a beautiful day, of that he was sure--bright and sunny, and very warm, as spring often was in this part of the country. That was why his thoughts had turned to sex--it only took that much encouragement for the male students on campus to discard most of their clothing. He also knew that, as straight as they may have appeared to a casual observer, a surprising number were not fussy about exactly how they got their rocks off. The small men's room in the basement of the library was a likely location for an encounter with a hunky student looking for quick relief. It was ideally set up for this sort of activity, being at the end of a long and usually rather quiet corridor, and equipped with a noisy outer door that gave plenty of warning to anyone engaged in activity inside. Of course, the main drawback was that many older and less attractive townies knew this too. All too often a troll would be camped out in the inner stall, hoping to service someone either as ugly as he was or at least not too selective.

Ed could allow himself such unkind thoughts, since, though technically a townie since he had graduated from the U several years ago, he was certainly not ugly. In his late twenties, he was tall, rangy and kept himself in shape through regular workouts. He could and did frequently turn heads at bars downtown. The sight of him heading toward the cruisier men's rooms on the campus, of which there were several, was enough for other men to walk in the same direction, hoping to make it with him. The typical horny frat boy had no problem with getting head from, or sometimes even giving it to, this masculine stud. If someone wasn't good looking enough for him, Ed felt quite at ease walking out or ignoring him. It would only be a matter of time before there would be another who met his standards.

Certainly Ed wasn't in the habit of consenting to a totally anonymous encounter. So why had he allowed himself to be drawn in that day? He had been annoyed when he had walked into the men's room. Once you pushed in the inner door, there was a sink directly in front, and a urinal to the left of the sink. The two stalls were to the left of the urinal, the one further away being up against the wall. The wall of the stall nearest the urinal of course had a hole cut into it. If you were sitting in this outer cubicle, you could not only see whatever someone standing at the urinal wanted to show you, but also get a good view of whoever was standing at the sink or walking in the door. So it made sense that someone who was cute and cruising would sit here to check out a potential trick. Someone sitting in the inner stall couldn't see people entering, which in all probability meant he wasn't fussy--and wasn't attractive himself. Ed was annoyed because he saw, when he walked in, that the far stall door was shut. Bending down and looking underneath, he could see a shadowy pair of feet.

He thought about leaving, but just being here and memories of other encounters made him hornier. He just couldn't go back to his apartment with this raging hardon. Maybe if he sat for a while and ignored the other guy, he would get tired and leave. It was worth a try at least.

Ed entered the empty stall, shut the door, dropped his nylon athletic shorts and squatted on the john. He wore no underwear when he was out cruising--it made things simpler, so at the moment, all he had on were his old Nikes and a t-shirt. He and other guys had often gotten buck naked in here when scenes became wild and hot. The men's room was air conditioned and he shivered a bit as he felt the cold air on his bare skin. He gave his stiff dick a few cursory pulls and decided to find out what he could about the unknown occupant in the next stall. Looking down, he saw two feet shod in leather sandals, and khaki shorts and white briefs dropped to the floor. From the looks of it this guy wasn't fat at least. The next step was to peer through the hole cut in the partition, not large enough to be a glory hole, but sufficient to get a glimpse of the occupant next door--if he wanted to be seen.

Just as he figured, when Ed looked through the peephole into the next stall, the other man had positioned himself so that his face wasn't visible. Ed was sure now that the guy was a troll. Despite his intense need, he made up his mind to leave. He was starting to rise and pull up his shorts, when he heard movement from next door. A hand appeared underneath the partition--a finely shaped, strong-looking hand. It held a piece of toilet paper. So this guy was trying to start something. Should he just ignore him and walk out? Ed was never sure afterward why he didn't just leave then. He must have been just too horny. He also figured he could read the note and still leave if he felt like it. At any rate, he saw himself reach and take the paper from the anonymous hand. Opening the flimsy square he read:

"If you want a BJ, pass this back."

The blunt honesty of the words sank into him. No "hi, what's up" or anything, just a plain offer of sexual service. Who cared what this guy looked like--if Ed played his cards right, he could shoot his load, put his pants back on and leave without ever seeing his face. It took just a moment to make up his mind and poke the paper back under the partition.

There was more movement. He saw the feet in the next stall turn toward him as the man stood up and knelt next to the partition. Then two hands appeared, beckoning in invitation. Ed's cock was rock hard as he in turn knelt and put it under. "Nice," he heard the stranger whisper as a hand caressed his organ lightly, sending a shiver through him. Then both hands grasped his butt as he was quickly engulfed by the other man's waiting mouth. Ed quickly realized that whoever this guy was, he was an expert cocksucker. His wet slippery mouth took the cock easily down to the root, then withdrew until only the tip of the tongue flicked across the glans of Ed's cut organ, lapping the precum out of the piss slit. Just as Ed thought he would go crazy from the teasing torment, back his entire shaft went down the hot throat, until he could feel the guy's throat muscles squeezing his cockhead. This time, the man paused on his way up Ed's shaft to squeeze the ridge where the head began with his lips, while washing the glans with slow, languid strokes of his tongue. A few minutes of this had brought Ed to the verge of blowing his load when suddenly the man let go of his dick. Ed almost cried out in frustration. "Please, don't stop," he whispered.

He heard a soft chuckle. "You like it?" the other man asked. "Wait just a minute." Again, there was movement from the other side of the wall. Ed couldn't tell what the guy was doing. His legs were cramping from having knelt so long, his knees hurt from the cold tile floor, and he was trembling with sexual frustration. At that moment, they heard the outer door squeak open noisily. Shit! he thought, as he hastily rose to his feet at the sound of the intruder. He rearranged himself on the toilet just as the third man entered the restroom, but was too late to get a glimpse of him through the peephole that looked outward. Ed realized he wasn't interested anyway. He badly wanted more of the hot mouth in the next stall. Impatiently he wondered whether the new arrival was a cruiser. In a minute, as the man stood in front of the urinal and let loose a noisy stream, Ed realized to his relief that he was not. The man finished his business, zipped up, flushed the urinal and stepped to the sink. Ed wasn't even looking through the peephole, even though he could have gotten a glimpse of him as he washed his hands. Instead, he stared down at the feet in the next stall, willing the guy not to give up and leave, as people often did when they were interrupted.

The feet didn't move though, until they both heard footsteps leaving the restroom and the outer door squeaking again, indicating the third man's departure. Swiftly the hand beckoned under the partition again. Stepping out of his shorts for more freedom of movement, Ed was back in position in a flash. This time he felt something different--as the other man bent and took his cock, instead of both of his hands grasping his butt, one caressed his balls, then entered the space beneath his bent and spread legs. Fingers brushed the cleft between his cheeks, spreading something moist and cold in his ass crack, then without warning two fingers were shoved into his asshole. The sudden penetration made Ed grunt. He tried to rise but the other hand held him in place with surprising power. He was supporting himself with both of his hands on the tile floor and had no leverage to escape. Ed didn't like to get fucked, he was strictly a top, and this sudden invasion outraged him. At the same time, in spite of his resistance, he felt shocks of pleasure begin to rise from deep inside his lower body, as the fingers inside his rectum found the small button of his prostate gland and began to press repeatedly and insistently on it. The combination of those sensations and the steady pleasure of his partner's tireless mouth on his hard cock was irresistible. Despite the fact that he was being finger-fucked against his will, Ed began to moan softly with pleasure. He felt his orgasm, long postponed, begin to gather in his balls.

To his disbelief, at that moment the man stopped sucking him again! The air felt doubly cold on his wet, throbbing cock after the heat of the mouth surrounding it only a moment before. The fingers up his ass continued to probe, but the pleasurable sensations there weren't enough to push him over the edge. Ed gritted his teeth. The guy was toying with him and his need. He wished he could bend him over and plow his ass right now in retaliation for the sexual teasing he was receiving. At that moment, the fingers up his ass were suddenly withdrawn as well, and he heard the rustling of toilet paper. The guy was cleaning himself up, getting ready to leave.

"Hey, man," Ed whispered into the air. "Why'd you stop?"

"Sorry, guy," came the reply, also whispered, "Have to go now."

Damn the bastard, Ed thought, but only said, "You sure? You're a fucking hot cocksucker."

Again the chuckle, and this time a surprisingly deep and rich voice came from the next stall. "Well, flattery might just get you somewhere, my friend. May I ask your name?"

Ed said his first name. "Well, Ed, my name is Bob. So you're enjoying my service, are you?"

You know fucking well I am, Ed thought, but only said, "Yep."

"Want to continue this at my place?"

The offer caught Ed by surprise, and he remembered that he had no idea what this guy looked like. "Why not here?" he countered.

"Well," the voice said, "As pretty as your cock is, it's freezing in here, and my joints are getting stiff. Don't forget, I'm doing all the bending."

Hearing that made Ed realized that he was still kneeling and that his legs had gone to sleep. He arose stiffly. His cock still jutted out in front of him, his ass felt greasy from whatever lube Bob had applied to it. He was still completely unsatisfied, and hornier than ever, now that he had been brought to the edge of cumming twice in the last few minutes. What were his chances of making it with anyone else here? Other than the one man, who hadn't even been cruising, no one else had interrupted them. Obviously it was a slow afternoon.

Bob's voice came from the next stall again at that moment. "Well, you can meet me outside, or else I'll see you around. I've got to get to where it's warm." Ed heard him pull his shorts up, fasten his belt, flush the toilet, and snap the door latch open. Feet stepped out and paused in front of his stall door. Ed shrugged inwardly. He might as well at least talk to this guy. From long experience, he had perfected the art of escaping from scenes he didn't want to be a part of--he was sure he could handle it.

He released his own latch and let the door open inward, realizing too late that his shorts were still in a heap on the floor. As soon as he saw Ed, Bob's gaze went straight to his still swollen dick, which meant that Ed got a good look at the man who had been sucking him off. His partner was a slender man, about forty years old, with a rather long, slightly hooked nose, thin mustache and dark hair, what was left of it. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, and a light blue polo shirt. Bob looked up from Ed's crotch at that moment and Ed looked into a pair of very dark, almost black, eyes. They were hypnotic in their intensity, and despite the fact that Bob was smiling, Ed felt a faint uneasiness mixed with his disappointment. Bob was not someone he would have given a second glance at in a bar, or for that matter, in a tearoom, except that his horny body had betrayed him.

Bob, on the other hand, appeared positively delighted with the encounter. "My word, the rest of you is as handsome as your cock--and that's saying a lot. Why don't we go outside and talk--it's such a nice warm day. Don't forget to put your shorts on," he leered, eyeing Ed's crotch again.

"Yeah, right," Ed snorted. Feeling sheepish, he bent and dressed himself. Not knowing what else to do, he stood while Bob rinsed his hands off in the sink, then followed him out of the men's room. Eyeing Bob from the rear, he saw again how large and strong the older man's hands were in proportion to the rest of him. In fact, the rest of Bob was rather fey--not Ed's type at all. He tried to figure out a graceful exit line.

The two men climbed the stairs leading up to the ground floor and the spacious lobby area of the library. "I live just a few minutes away from here. Do you have a car, or shall I just give you a ride over to my place?" Bob asked. "Why don't I do that, then I can bring you back here."

Ed took a deep breath. "Uh, look, man," he began, "I really don't think I have enough time to do this--" His eyes went to the clock over the library's circulation desk. "It's getting late, and I have to be somewhere in fifteen minutes."

"Where?" Bob asked. The flat question took Ed by surprise again. He realized he had no idea what to say. "Well, uh--" Bob was staring at him with those dark eyes and again Ed felt some indefinable disquiet. Then the older man smiled, slightly sardonically. "Friend, I'm not asking you to be the great love of my life. Just come home with me, kick back, relax, and I'll finish what I started, bring you back here, that's it. No strings. What do you say?" As Ed still stood silent, irresolutely facing him, Bob added, in a different tone, "you're the best looking guy I've run into in a long time. Why don't you do a good deed and make an ugly old man happy?"

He smiled again at Ed. Almost despite himself, Ed grinned back. There was something about this balding skinny man with the big hands and crazy eyes--not to mention a very skilled mouth. "You're not so ugly," he heard himself saying.

"Aha," Bob said, "That sounded almost like a compliment--can I take that as a yes?"

Ed shrugged in good-humored resignation. "Hell, why not? Lead the way, man."

"Great." Bob clapped him on the shoulder. "My car's out in the parking lot."

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, PART TWO by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1998 by the author.

Bob's place turned out to be, as he had said, only a short distance away from campus on a pleasantly shaded street. Ed deliberately didn't try to make conversation during the drive, trying to keep whatever was between them as impersonal as possible. Bob for his part seemed quite content just to have Ed with him. Reaching a fenced-in complex, he turned the car into the parking lot and maneuvered it into a space. "Well, here we are," he said. "Come on in."

Bob turned the key in the front door and they entered a spacious apartment. "You rent this place?" Ed asked.

"Actually, it's a condo. Living room, dining room and kitchen downstairs, bedroom and bath upstairs. I'll show you the whole place in a minute. Want something to drink?"

Ed had to admit he was feeling thirsty. Bob's car had been hot from sitting out in the sun, and, although he had turned on the air conditioning, it hadn't cooled down much during the brief ride. "Just some water would be good."

"Come on in the kitchen." As he followed Bob through the dining area, Ed noticed the good quality and taste of the furniture. This guy had money and knew how to spend it. "You have a nice place here," he offered.

"Thanks, glad you like it. I've got some chilled water in here," Bob said, opening the refrigerator. "Think I'll have some myself, it was kind of hot out there." He took out a pitcher, then reached up into a nearby cabinet and removed two glass tumblers. Pouring out the water, he offered one glass to Ed, then raised the other. "Cheers."

Ed drank the water down quickly. An awkward silence fell between them. Now that he was here, he wanted to get it over with quickly and leave. Bob must have read his thoughts, since at that moment he said, "let me show you the upstairs."

They ascended the stairs. The second story was actually partly a loft. One wall had been cut out so that the main bedroom looked out over the living room area, and the dining room was underneath. The other rooms up here were a very large walk-in closet and a bathroom. The bedroom loft was sparsely furnished and painted entirely in white. A large bed took up much of the available space. It was rather dark upstairs as no lights were on, but still Ed's eyes were drawn immediately to some objects which hung down over the bed from the ceiling above.

There were four of them, suspended on long ropes tied to metal fasteners that were screwed into the ceiling. At the end of each of these ropes were what appeared to be leather ringlets or cuffs, with metal buckles. Ed felt his uneasiness return. "What is all that?"

"Oh, that." Bob said. "Let's just say, I sometimes get into stuff that's not totally vanilla. That's just my homemade version of a sling. Ever try one?"

"Hell no, and I'm not going to," Ed said hotly. Maybe he should get out fast, now.

"Ed, relax. That's not what I brought you here for. How I could force a big guy like you into a sling anyway? I just want more of that dick of yours, that's all. Here, turn around and you won't have to look at it," Bob said, placing gentle hands on Ed's shoulders and suiting the action to the words. "Just relax and let me take care of it," Bob crooned, kneeling in front of Ed. Peeling down the nylon shorts, Bob greedily took his prize. Ed's cock hardened quickly again. Waves of pleasure began to wash over him, and he threw his head back, eyes closed, a soft moan escaping his lips. He let one hand caress Bob's head as the older man continued his expert service. Bob let one hand wander up and under Ed's t-shirt, over his taut stomach and chest. Fingers found a nipple and began to fondle and squeeze it. In response, Ed pulled his t-shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor. Soon both of Bob's hands were working Ed's tits while his mouth and tongue continued their work. Ed's knees began to feel weak. "Let me get on the bed, will you?" he asked, and Bob made a muffled noise of assent, letting go of his dick. Ed bent down and pulled off his Nikes, then backed up and stretched out on his back on the bedspread, so that his knees were bent and his feet were still on the floor. Looking up, he could see the sling suspended above him. Bob meanwhile quickly removed his clothes as well, then knelt on the floor between Ed's legs to continue the blow job, using all of his considerable skills. First, taking it down to the root, so that his nose was buried in Ed's pubes, he squeezed the head with his throat muscles, using his tongue to lick the shaft. Then withdrawing slightly but keeping up the pressure, he tightened his lips on the organ around the ridge where the head began. Now his tongue flickered over the ridge of the urethral opening, tasting the salty precum that flowed freely now. Then, almost letting go, he withdrew until only his tongue flicked lightly and rapidly over the taut glans. He then blew cool air on the hot flesh. Just when Ed's eyes were glazing over from the almost unbearable teasing of Bob's tongue, the kneeling man abruptly swallowed the whole organ once again, bringing a moan from his partner. All this time, Bob had Ed's ball sack in a firm grip, stretching the skin and heightening the sensations on Ed's dick.

Ed lay back and closed his eyes. He stretched out his arms over the bed in complete surrender to each new sensation caused by Bob's mouth. His balls were so full from almost being brought to climax several times that they ached in Bob's grip. Not knowing what else to do, but unable to keep still under the relentless stimulation, he grasped two of the ropes above him and partially rose, hiking his body backward, so that he could see Bob work on his organ. When he felt Ed's torso rise off the bed, Bob cast his eyes upward, still keeping the hard cock in his mouth. When he saw that Ed had grasped the ropes he let go and grinned up at him. "Thought you didn't want to try the sling."

"Never mind that. Just get me off, man," Ed said urgently. "I want you to swallow it."

"So impatient," Bob chuckled. "Just a sec, it's getting kind of dark in here. I want to see what's going on." He rose, climbed onto the bed and crawled toward Ed. "There's a light switch on the wall here behind you--"

Bob stretched out his arm, but did not flick the switch. Instead, in one quick smooth motion, he snapped the leather collar shut around the wrist of Ed's left hand that grasped the sling rope. It took a second for Ed to realize what had happened and that his arm was trapped. He just had time to shout, "hey--" before Bob did the same to his right wrist. Both his arms were now pinioned to the sling.

"What the fuck are you doing, man?" Ed demanded. He wasn't scared yet, just mad.

Bob grinned, and his dark eyes sparkled. "You came here because you wanted to get off. Don't worry, you'll still get off. Just on my terms."

"Let me go, you perverted asshole," Ed shouted.

"You're going to have to stop that shouting, or I'll have to gag you. And I assure you, that's not a pleasant sensation. Now which is it going to be?"

Ed changed his tack and began to struggle and flail with his limbs, hoping somehow to dislodge himself. Immediately Bob was straddling his torso, holding each of his arms still with surprising strength. He was still smiling, but his eyes were now glinting with menace. He let go of one arm, and Ed immediately swung at the man holding him prisoner. Bob dodged but not fast enough--Ed's fist landed a glancing blow on his jaw. Bob cried out with pain and a look of fury appeared on his face. Suddenly Ed felt crushing pain between his legs--Bob had reached behind, taken hold of his nuts and was squeezing them tighter and tighter. Ed squirmed, but the grip continued to increase in force until he thought he would black out. "NO! Please!" he screamed. Dimly he felt the agony recede slightly, but his balls were not released.

"Ed," Bob said in a quiet voice, tightly controlled, "I only hurt you now because you hurt me. But I can and will do it again unless you stay quiet. Understand?"

Still faint with the pain, and now genuinely scared, Ed nodded wordlessly. Without moving from his position atop Ed's body or releasing his vulnerable parts, Bob reached down toward one side of the bed. When he came up he held a thick black elastic strap in his free hand. He drew it across Ed's chest and fastened it to something on the bedframe on the other side. Hiking down Ed's body until he was sitting on his thighs, still holding on to the balls, he repeated the process. Now two restraints secured his prisoner's body to the bed.

Bob met Ed's eyes and grinned. "Comfy?" he asked. Ed stayed stonily silent. "Thought so. Now for your legs." He released Ed's balls. Ed considered trying to kick his head, but thought better of it. If he didn't succeed in knocking Bob out, he would only anger him again, and then who knew what this psycho might do. He lay unresisting as Bob raised first one leg, then the other, and slipped each through a leather loop at the end of the two remaining ropes. The loops were then tightened and buckled securely around each ankle. His legs were held far enough apart by the restraints so that his cheeks were separated and his asshole was exposed.

Bob looked down with satisfaction at his handiwork. Ed was naked, tied to the bed, his arms and legs hanging uselessly in the air. All of the younger man's private parts, in rear as well as in front, were easily accessible. Now he had to gather up the necessary equipment for the session that was about to begin. He might have to go out to get some of the stuff--he'd better silence Ed for the time being. Bob opened a drawer in the end table by the bed and took out two large handkerchiefs and another short leather strap.

"What are you going to do?" he heard Ed ask.

"Just some temporary measures to keep you quiet. I'm going out for a little while--I really didn't expect the pleasure of your company this afternoon, so I don't have all the stuff I need. Besides, I think you need some time to recover from our little tussle, don't you?" He wadded up the handkerchief into a ball, forced Ed's mouth open and stuffed the gag in. Then he folded the other handkerchief into a triangle, positioned it over Ed's mouth and tied it behind his head, drawing it tight. Next, he brought Ed's already imprisoned arms together, looped the leather strap around both wrists, pulled it tight and buckled it shut. Ed's arms were now lashed together over his head. Ignoring his prisoner's muffled protests and eyes wide with terror, he knelt by the side of the bed and brought his face close to Ed's, so close that Ed could feel Bob's warm breath on his cheek.

"Listen up, buddy," he said softly. "I know you think I'm an ugly old fart. Guys who are hung and look like you can be so damn arrogant. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to show you that I'm more than a mouth you can use and throw away. There's more to getting off than whether the other guy passes your beauty test. By the time this afternoon is over you'll not only be drained of all your cum, you'll be begging me to do it again," and as Ed shook his head in violent disagreement, said, "Oh yes, you will."

He got up and dressed himself, then looked once more at his captive. "I'll be back in a little. You'll wait, won't you? Good," Bob smiled, and left Ed to ponder his fate.

END OF PART TWO-to be continued

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, PART THREE by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1998 by the author.

Ed never knew how long he lay bound and immobilized on Bob's bed, his mind seething with mingled terror and fury. His worst nightmare had come true--he had let himself be trapped by a nutcase. He thought about trying to escape but Bob had done his work well. Try as he might, his bound arms could not reach the leather straps that encircled his ankles. Even if he had been able to get his legs free, releasing his arms was a hopeless prospect--not only were they tied together with another leather strap, but each hand was shackled to a rope with a locked cuff that could only be opened with a key. Without his hands there was no way he could unfasten the elastic body restraints that held him on the bed. His head and shoulders were held up in the air and his upper body trembled from exhaustion. Jesus, what was going to happen to him? There was nothing he could do but wait for Bob's return.

Finally he heard the door downstairs open. "Hello, anybody home?" Bob's voice called. Footsteps ascended the stairs and he entered the bedroom, carrying a plastic bag. He smiled. "Oh, forgot you couldn't answer. Hope I wasn't gone too long." He eyed Ed's helpless form critically. "I wasn't very nice to you, was I, leaving you hanging in the air like that. You must be tired." Ed averted his eyes, willing himself to ignore his captor's taunting, even though his muscles were indeed throbbing. "Well, let's make you a little more comfortable," Bob said. He took hold of a cord hanging from one corner of the bedroom and, after some maneuvering, let out the ropes to which Ed's arms were fastened enough so that he was able to lie back on the bed. Despite the relief of having his body supported Ed kept his head up, not taking his eyes off Bob. The older man smiled again. "You know, I think I'm going to leave the gag in just a while longer. There's still too much fight in your eyes, I don't trust you not to make trouble." He quickly began to remove his clothes again. Ed noticed now that his body, while slender, was wiry and muscular, his stomach taut and flat. Bob's strength, aided by Ed's unwariness, had been all too apparent in the earlier struggle. Bob finished stripping and stood naked at the foot of the bed. His own organ stood out stiffly in front of him as he looked Ed over once more. "I'll have to tell you Ed, you look hotter than ever, tied up and spreadeagled like that. I'm looking forward to this."

He sat on the bed and reached toward Ed's body with one hand. "You have a gorgeous chest--must take a lot of hours in the gym." His hand passed lightly over the pectoral muscles as he spoke and Ed shivered in response. "And such lovely nipples," Bob said, grasping one very gently between the nails of his thumb and forefinger, then squeezing suddenly so that a jolt of pain shot through Ed. All Ed could manage was a wordless squeal of protest, which prompted a chuckle. "Yes, they are sensitive, aren't they?" Bob now began to stroke both tits very lightly with his two middle fingers, just enough so that Ed began to breathe more quickly as the pleasure began to overcome his resistance. His cock began to lengthen and harden on his belly, a fact that was not lost on Bob. "You're going to love this," he said, as he broke off momentarily and reached again into the endtable drawer. He brought out a short metal chain with two clips on both ends. The clips had serrated teeth, and each was loosened and tightened with a small screw in back. Bob positioned one on Ed's right nipple and began to turn the screw slowly, until he could see Ed begin to fidget with discomfort. "We'll leave it that tight for the moment, shall we?" He did the same with the other clip to Ed's left nipple. "Now let's test it to see if it's secure," Bob said, giving an abrupt downward tug to the chain that now extended across Ed's chest. He was rewarded with a muffled yell of anguish. "Good and tight, eh? Keep those titties nice and hard," Bob said jovially. "Fuck you," Ed shouted. Though his words were obscured by the gag, the meaning was unmistakable. "Ed?" Bob said quietly. "I do believe you cursed at me. That's not good. We may have to restrain those nipples a little further because of that. Let's see--" rummaging around in the endtable drawer, Bob triumphantly brought out a leather cockring, and held it up before Ed. It was an ordinary model, with a small metal eyelet attached. Bob quickly fastened it around Ed's partly swollen cock and balls, then fished in the drawer once more and brought out an elastic strap, a smaller version of the two that were holding Ed on the bed, only this one had two small hooks at each end. Bob hooked one end to the cockring just above Ed's dick, then stretched it until it reached the chain of the tit clamps. He hooked it on, and the short elastic immediately bounced back, drawing the chain a sizable distance downwards. This prompted another yell from Ed as his tits were pulled almost to an unbearable degree. He began to squirm and writhe in his bonds, trying somehow to escape the mixed pain and pleasure.

Bob watched the futile struggle, noting with satisfaction that Ed's cock was now fully hard. He was an expert at sizing up men, and forcing them to confront hidden desires they had never even admitted to themselves. He had suspected, when Ed let himself be penetrated back in the men's room, that here was a guy who might let himself be controlled in other ways. He was not surprised that he had succeeded in persuading Ed to come to his place, even though he clearly wasn't much attracted to Bob physically. All during the car ride Bob's mind had been working furiously, coming up with ways to entrap him--and the hunk had played right into his hands! Ed would never have put himself in such a vulnerable position, Bob knew, if he hadn't wanted this all along. Now, Bob's task--for him, a immensely pleasant one--was to convince Ed of this fact.

Bob now reached into his plastic bag that he had brought back with him, and opened a cardboard box of surgical latex gloves. "Time to open up the back way," he announced. He snapped a glove onto his right hand. He then got off the bed, found his discarded shorts, took out a tube of lubricant from the pocket, and applied it to his latex-covered fingers. Positioning himself between Ed's captive legs, he stared into Ed's face as he slowly pushed two fingers into the opening between the cheeks. Ed's protests this time were distinctly less vehement. The rage and pain that had been prevalent in his eyes were giving way to something else. Bob felt his fingertips touch the round firmness of the prostate gland, and began to jab at it with quick, firm strokes. The sounds that came from Ed's muffled mouth now were not shouts, but grunts. He was steadily weakening under Bob's skilled assault. Quickened breathing whistled laboriously through his nose. Precum was now seeping freely from the tip of his cock. With his left hand, he spread the clear fluid over the engorged glans. Ed's eyes were closed now and soft whimpering noises were coming from his gagged mouth. He lifted his lower body off the bed, thrusting with his pelvis, trying to get some friction against Bob's hand. Bob saw what he was up to and immediately let go of the eager cock. Ed slumped back on the bed, and the sound that came from him now was an unmistakable moan of frustration.

"Not yet, my friend," Bob said, enjoying all of this immensely. "We have a ways to go yet. Now that I've got you opened up a bit, we're ready for this." Stripping off the glove, he reached again into his supply of sex toys. This time, he brought out a strange-looking object. It resembled a short vibrator or dildo in shape, being about five inches long, cylindrical and covered in latex. The cylinder narrowed toward the base, which flared out in a circular flange designed to hold the toy firmly in place once inserted. There were two attachments to the base. The first was a cord, extending from the base and leading to a small power pack with two switches on it. The second was a short rubber hose with a rubber squeeze bulb on the end.

"I had to go out to get batteries for this baby. It's been a long time since I've used it--I reserve it for my most special scenes. Like you, Ed buddy." He smiled. "I'll give you a little demonstration before we actually put it to use." He took the plastic bag and drew out a pack of two AA batteries, which he proceeded to install in the toy's power pack. "Now, are you ready? The first switch has three settings--it's the vibrator control." He moved his thumb on the power pack and a low humming began. "We can go all the way from gentle, to medium, to heavy," Bob said, flicking the switch to demonstrate. At the "heavy" setting, the humming was a loud buzz and Ed could see the dildo visibly vibrating. Bob flicked the power off. "Believe me, you'll enjoy the `heavy' when we get there. Now, this thing has two other features I really like." He gave the rubber bulb a few quick squeezes and the toy immediately increased in diameter. "Once it's inside, we can really make it fit snugly, for maximum effect. But the absolute best is this second switch. I've never been able to find anything like it again. It's a pulse control, and it does this." He thumbed the switch and the dildo abruptly bent upward at the tip, returning to its former position when the switch was released. "So you see, it does just what my hand's been doing to you--only it's a lot bigger and vibrating like mad at the same time. Sound like fun? Let's see." He took up the tube of lubricant and squeezed it out generously, spreading more first on the cleft between Ed's buttocks, then on the toy. He then positioned it at the anal opening and began to push it slowly in. He felt Ed trying to resist with his ass muscles and pushed harder. The toy abruptly slid in an inch or so and Bob heard Ed give a scream of genuine pain. "Now Ed, it hurts because you're tense and resisting. Tell me, do you think I'm going to give up and just leave you alone?" When his prisoner didn't answer right away, Bob grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled his face close to his so that their faces were almost touching. "Maybe you didn't hear me. Do you think I'm going to stop now? Answer yes or no."

After a pause, Ed slowly shook his head. "That's a good guess. So, you should be smart enough to know that it will hurt less if you relax and stop resisting." He released Ed's head and pulled the dildo out, but positioned it again at the opening. "Now, let's try it again." This time, as he began to push slowly, he heard a sigh from Ed and the dildo slid in easily, until the flared base was flush with Ed's buttcheeks. "Good boy. That's not so bad, is it? And it's going to get better." He gave the rubber bulb several quick squeezes and Ed cried out as the toy swelled in size, pressing against the sides of his rectum. "Now the vibrator." He flicked the switch to the first position and the dildo began to vibrate in Ed's ass.

Ed's head was spinning with mixed emotions. The humiliation of having to surrender to this violation of his body battled with with surprise at the pleasure it was causing. When the vibration began, it sent shock waves through not only his ass, but also his balls and dick. He threw his head back, abandoning himself to the pleasure, but pulled it up abruptly when he felt Bob grasp his cock again. It had softened a bit as he concentrated on the feelings from his ass, but now quickly grew hard once more as Bob mixed the precum already wetting it with copious amounts of lubricant. "I'm not going to blow you again, Ed. I can give you a bit more--variety, shall we say--with my hands. You may want to watch this--who knows, you might even learn something."

So Ed watched as Bob went to work on his cock and balls. Since the dildo was held tightly in place, both by the inflation and the flange, his tormentor had both hands at his disposal. Holding Ed's balls down firmly with his left hand, Bob first gripped Ed's shaft equally firmly, moving his closed hand up excruciatingly slowly until he reached the head, whereupon he whipped it sharply upward. The process was repeated perhaps ten times, each hard but extremely short stroke to the glans drawing a sharp intake of breath from the captive. Bob then switched to quick twisting strokes on the head alone, again drawing his hand sharply away between each one, breaking contact long enough that the excitement never built up enough to push Ed to orgasm. Then, Bob traveled again up the erect shaft with his closed hand, this time squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Then came simple quick hard strokes upward on the entire erect organ, with about a second's pause between each. Occasionally he would stop to rest his hand, then Bob would begin the cycle again, all the while keeping the pressure on Ed's scrotum with his other hand.

As this slow masturbation continued, Ed began to whimper helplessly from the combination of the intermittent shocks of pleasure Bob was drawing from his cock, and the continual sensual stimulation of the vibrator up his ass, not to mention the pressure on his tits. Try as he might, he couldn't will himself to the point of no return, and it was driving him insane with frustration. Just then, Bob reached down and flipped the vibrator switch up a notch. He also thumbed the second switch and drew another gasp from Ed as the end of the dildo poked upward into his prostate. After about a dozen more flicks of Bob's thumb, a recognizable word issued from Ed's gagged mouth. "Did you say please, Ed?" Bob inquired blandly. The noise came again in answer. "Oh, I get it, please turn it up a little more." Bob flicked the vibrator switch to maximum intensity and Ed began to squirm and thrash again, his entire body now covered with a sheen of sweat, a continual stream of incoherent noise now emanating from behind the gag. "Please, please," Bob heard him say again.

Bob thought a moment, then said, "Ed, I really don't know what you want. I'd like to give you a break and remove the gag, but I can only do it if you promise not to scream or make trouble. Nod your head if you agree, and remember that I still have a hold of your balls." Ed jerked his head up and down frantically. "Okay, then," Bob said, untying the handkerchief and pulling the cloth out of Ed's mouth. Ed took air in great gasps, then turned his eyes toward Bob. All resistance was gone and only abject pleading remained. "Please man. I can't stand it. You gotta let me come."

"You're doing very well, I must say," Bob replied. "Better than I thought you would. I've been keeping track of how long our little session has gone on. It's been fifty-two minutes since I put those tit clamps on, and you've maintained your arousal all this time. You're really quite a healthy young man."

"Please. I'm begging you." Ed was almost weeping with frustration now. "Please. Pleee---" the last plea changed to a wail as Bob gave another sharp stroke to his organ, while simultaneously making the dildo poke upward by flicking the switch again.

"Well, you have been very cooperative, I'll give you that. And you do seem more than ready to make your delivery. Tell you what, Ed, I'll ask you a few simple questions. If you can answer them to my satisfaction, then, well, nirvana is yours. Ready?"

Ed nodded wordlessly, his eyes screwed shut in anguish.

"Are you an arrogant bastard with way too much attitude?"

Ed's eyes flew open, the hostility in them momentarily returning. Bob jerked the chain that clamped his nipples, and Ed screamed. "I need to hear you say it, mister."

"Yes! I'm an...arrogant bastard with way too much attitude."

"Do you admit that you deserve the treatment I've been giving you?"

"Yes." Bob thumbed the dildo into Ed's prostate again, drawing another cry. "Yes, what, mister? Say it."

"Yes, I deserve the treatment you've been giving me."

"Last question, Ed. You want me to do this again, don't you? If I give you my number, you'd be calling me in a few days, begging me to tie you up again. Isn't that right?" No answer from his prisoner. "Ed, answer me." Still no answer.

Bob put his palm to the base of the dildo and gave it a hard shove, pushing it even further in, while giving another sharp downward tug to Ed's balls. Ed screamed out "Yes! Yes!"

"Yes, WHAT?" Bob shouted, pulling even harder on the nuts. His eyes burned black with excitement.

"Yes, I want you to do this again! Yes! Yes, please, do it again, sir!"

Bob chuckled in satisfaction at the admissions he had wrung from his captive. "Well done, Ed, my boy. You may have your reward." He bent and this time took Ed's long-suffering organ into his mouth. Simultaneously, he took the dildo, still buried in Ed's rectum and vibrating furiously all this time, and, using the thumb control, began to rock it up and down continously.

Ed saw stars as the warm tight heat of Bob's mouth surrounded his dick. As much as he could with the restraints, he began to thrust upward with his pelvis as Bob slid up and down on the shaft, gripping it tightly with his lips. Short cries began to issue from him as he felt his load began to gather in his nuts. Finally the first jet of sperm gushed out of the tip of his penis into Bob's waiting mouth. He shot again and again, emptying all the cum that had built up inside him during the long afternoon of Bob's sexual torment, while a long, drawn-out wail of utter release welled up out of him. His face was twisted in a grimace and his eyes were screwed shut. His helpless hands clenched and unclenched spasmodically.

Even Bob was amazed at the quantity of the load that gushed down his throat. He swallowed as quickly as he could, but nevertheless some of the liquid dripped out of the corners of his mouth and fell onto Ed's heaving stomach, pooling in his navel. Bob realized that he was excited almost to the point of coming himself, and knew where he wanted to deposit his load. Rising, and wiping his mouth, he snapped the vibrator switch on the dildo to "off" and gently withdrew it from Ed's rectum. He heard one last gasp as the end of the toy popped out of the younger man's sensitized orifice. Quickly, he lubricated his own stiff cock and positioned himself between Ed's strapped legs, grasping his bound ankles. "Now Ed, I claim my reward," Bob said, and pushed with his pelvis. Still reeling and almost unconscious from the force of his long-delayed orgasm, Ed put up no resistance, and Bob's cock slid easily into the opening. The older man began fucking Ed with quick, furious thrusts. This final subjugation of his captive lasted for only a short while--Bob was more than ready to cum after this session too, and in less than a minute his chest began to heave and wordless cries came from him, too, as he shot his load deep into Ed's ass.

As Bob's breathing began to ease and his thrusts slowed, he opened his eyes and met Ed's gaze looking upward at him. He noticed for the first time what color Ed's eyes were--a deep blue--and tried to comprehend the emotion now in them. There was no longer fear nor hatred, but something unfathomable. Bob knew that what they had just been through together would bind them together more closely than many lifelong partners.

All this passed through his mind in an instant, then he withdrew and began to release his captive. He unscrewed the tit clamps and removed the chain, leather strap and cockring. Ed cried out again in pain as the blood rushed back into his nipples. "I know," Bob said, gently now, "it hurts worst just after you take them off." He untied Ed's ankles and lowered the legs to the bed. He loosened the leather straps that bound Ed's hands together, then took a key from the bedside drawer. Briefly it occurred to him that Ed might strike back when he freed his arms, but he really didn't think so, not after that look he had seen in his eyes. He unlocked both of the cuffs around Ed's wrists in turn, watching him very closely. Ed let his arms drop to the bed for a moment, then raised them rapidly to Bob's head. Fear flashed through Bob for an instant, until he realized that Ed's hands were gentle. They pulled Bob's face to his and their mouths met in a kiss, Ed's lips and tongue soft and hungry under Bob's, a last gesture of surrender. After a while Bob released himself and looked down on Ed's face. The blue eyes sparkled with tears. Bob smiled, for the first time without any malice. "I'll let you up now so you can get cleaned up." He got off the bed, knelt down and released the catch on the body restraints. "Everything you need is in the bathroom. I'll put your clothes in there for you," he said, picking up Ed's shorts, t-shirt and Nikes where they had been discarded long ago. He walked to the bathroom and put the clothes on the lowered lid of the commode and the shoes on the floor. As he returned to the bedroom, he saw that Ed had risen toward the bed and was coming toward him. Bob thought once more what a handsome man he was. Somehow he had gotten drawn in deeper than he intended. He would remember this afternoon for a long time, maybe for always. The intense, longing expression was still in Ed's eyes, but Bob forced his voice to stay casual. "I'll get dressed and wait downstairs for you." He put his hand on Ed's shoulder as they passed each other, a friendly pat, no more.

During the car ride back to campus they said very little. Ed's entire body ached from the long restraint and the various indignities he had suffered, but he hardly noticed. His mind was tormented with confused thoughts. He ought to go to the police and report this assault, but all he wanted was for it to happen again, and soon.

Finally they reached the library where it had all begun. "Well, here we are," Bob said, cheerfully bland. "Thanks for coming by."

Ed opened the car door and got out slowly. He looked back and said haltingly, "Bob--"

"What, Ed?" Bob asked. "Forget something?"

"I--" Ed could hardly get the words out. "I thought you were going to give me your number."

Bob looked at him for a long moment. He finally said, "Ed, I want to tell you that I haven't enjoyed anything in a long time as much as I enjoyed this afternoon. Someday, you'll understand what I'm going to say next. Some things are perfect as they are." When Ed still didn't move, he said, meaningfully, "You take care of yourself."

Bob pulled the car door shut and drove off. Ed stood there a long time in the fading light of early evening.

END