As he sat there, hands tied behind his back, the cleve gag tight in his mouth, Michael tried to decide what he should do. he knew that Ted was strong, but the way he took him was something he didn't expect. He had, essentially, been completely and totally overpowered. He had fought against Ted, and it had done absolutely no good: Ted had finished subduing him in minutes. He pulled at the ropes. They weren't moving very much and even if he DID get loose, what good would it do? He was certain he'd get his ass kicked in hand to hand with Ted, and then, there were SO many ways Ted could punish him. As he thought about the possibilities, michael realized he was not only showing wood, he was leaking. It showed very clearly in his light colored pants.
"OK, mikey, we're gonna have a chat. Actually, I'm gonna do the talking and you're gonna do the listening. Hard to talk when you're gagged, huh Mr. hot shot lawyer? " "mmmmmmmmmmmph." michael couldn't get a word out, and he could feel the blood going to his face. He was pissed. He had a fairly good idea of what Ted wanted: total domination. He wanted a submissive man who'd not only give up his ass and mouth, but gave up ALL control to him. When they were together, michael LOVED spreading his legs to take Ted's cock: he was GREAT in bed. The rest of it? michael didn't want it. At least, he THOUGHT he didn't want it.
"If I were you, I'd spread those legs studboy" Ted pulled up a chair opposite michael, smiling. "Because I've got THIS in my hand." He showed michael the kitchen spatula he had found. "These could be the best ball paddles in the world. " He turned the paddle on its side, and ran it along the inside of michael's thigh. "I wanna see that lump of yours. See how you're leaking. SPREAD EM!"
"mmmmmmmmmmph." michael had been on the receiving end of a cock beating from Ted once. He had been sore for three days. Reluctantly, he spread his legs and Ted threw a big smile. "Excellent. And when you're tied up those legs will get spread every single time so I can get in there with things like this..." Ted took the spatula and slipped it UNDER michael's crotch. Then he turned it 45 degrees. It was surprisingly stimulating to michael. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH". Ted chuckled. "You know, stud, you look so good tied up, I don't know why someone hasn't decided that's how you should be kept, ALL the time. " michael squirmed again. He knew Ted would consider doing this, and keeping him bound in some kind of way, as much as possible.
"Now, michael.. mikey mikey mikey" Ted teased, as he opened up two more buttons on michael's shirt. Now his chest was exposed: the nipples which Ted knew, were so sensitive. Even the thought: michael began to leak more. Ted's fingers slowly moved back and forth on those nipples, and michael began to whimper. "AH. I LOVE it when you sound like a helpless kitten. " Ted squeezed michael's nipples harder, and those whimpers became moans. "But THOSE sounds, are even better. Only thing better is you BEGGING for more when I pound your ass. " michael thought back to those ass pounding. He was gonna cum in his pants. There was no question about it. Ted knew it, too. He saw the look in michael's eyes, and he remembered it as the look he gave just before he shot. Well.. SLAM! One hard smack of the paddle to michael's crotch took care of that. Now, a wave of pain went across michael's face, and as sweat appeared on his forehead, Ted raised his voice. "LISTEN UP, BITCH. YOU SHOOT WHEN I SAY YOU CAN SHOOT. NOT BEFORE, NOT AFTER. THEN. AND I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION." SLAM! Another shot came down. "GOT IT" Weeping slightly, michael bowed his head in a yes.
"Now, I hope I never have to do that to you again, handsome, but this is a fundamental rule. Unless I hear 'please Sir, may i cum', you do NOT get to cum. That's the rule from now on." "FUCK THAT" michael thought, but he said nothing. He was gagged and, even if he weren't, Ted was clearly in charge.
"Here's what's gonna happen mancunt. Seeing you tied up, getting your nips back in my hands, I am so hard for ya, I'm having a piece before we leave. " He looked at michael, and laughed. "YOU MISS MY COCK SWEETHEART. I CAN SEE IT ON YOUR FACE. DON'T YOU?" michael hesitated. He didn't want to give Ted even more power, but... notwithstanding the beating, his cock was growing again. For the first time in his life, michael regretted wearing tight pants. He shook his head yes. Ted got out of the chair, and came over to michael, pulling the gag out of michael's mouth. "You understand your future, stud?" "I'll be your bottom, Ted. I'll spread my legs, and I'll take your cock. More than that.... no." Ted chuckled. "We shall see. " He opened his zipper and his dick plopped out: big, juicy, bright pink and hard. "You want it don't you?" "OH GOD YES.. PLEASE. SHOVE THAT IN ME. TAKE ME." "I would LOVE to have you lubricate it before I screw you HARD, bitch, but... I don't trust that mouth of yours. So... you're gonna hope you're nice and wet ." Cock out and slapping back and forth, Ted yanked michael out of the chair, and dragged him to the bedroom.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "I missed this. GOD did I miss this," michael thought, as he lay there in nothing but his black briefs, his wrists tied down, clamps on his nipples, and a big piece of duct tape spread across his smooth face. He was glad he had shaved that morning because if and when the tape came off, his facial hair would come with it, and... that was a pain that did NOT give him pleasure. Ted was laying next to him, naked. He was propped on one elbow, as his hand slid back and forth over michael's torso, stimulating him with each stroke. "You're in better shape than last time stud. You're still working out, huh?" "mmmmmmmmmmmmmph" michael shook his head. There was a sense of passive resignation in that sound. Makes climbing on top of you so much more fun.." Ted lowered his body on top of michael, and a big, BIG sigh came out of the bound blond. He felt Ted's kisses on his neck: GOD he loved those kisses. michael tried not to let people know he was a romantic: yes, he wanted to be tied, slapped around and fucked, but he also wanted roses, chocolates, kisses, champagne. Especially if the kisses came with scruff, as they did now. He shuddered as Ted's little beard moved from one side of his neck to the other, "accidentally" grazing his nipples on the way. He felt the sharp pointed tongue go after his ear, and Ted's hand go to his balls. "What is it they say about melons, mikey? Look for ones that are firm, smooth, heavy for their size." He laughed as he bounced michael's in his hand. "I'd say these qualify as really superb melons. And speaking of melons, it's time to split a nice, big ripe one. " Ted felt his ankles grabbed, and his legs pulled up in the air. "You know, there's more than one way to lubricate an ass, stud muffin." "NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" as long as it had been since he had gotten fucked: that's how long it had been since michael had felt a tongue in his ass. The leaking started again. He saw a drop of it hit Ted's hair, and he thought "please don't let him notice, PLEASE." It seemed Ted DIDN'T notice it, because he kept on digging. His tongue went up further and further, and michael found himself moaning more and more, and louder and louder. Every time that pre-cum spotted head grazed his balls, he found it harder and harder to hold back. Then Ted looked up and smiled. "DAMN I missed fucking your ass, bitch." He began sliding into michael, methodically taking the ass he had been taking regularly not that along ago. michael tried to relax, and to let the familiar cock take him. He missed the daily fuckings, the tit play, the scruffing. If he could have, he would have been yelling "DEEPER SIR. DEEPER." When Ted was fucking him, he didn't care: Ted could call him bitch, cunt, fucktool, boy, anything. It just felt so GOOD. It was in between those times when michael had the problems. Now, though, his only problem was trying to keep Ted inside of him as long as he could. "Heh heh. My BITCH wants cock. More cock. AND MORE COCK. michael shook his head up and down in agreement. He could feel Ted getting harder, and closer to climax. It was going to end, and.. "GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" . He heard and felt the orgasm as Ted filled him. michael remembered that Ted didn't always let him climax after a fucking. As Ted pulled out , he sneered. "Don't even THINK about it bitch. If I catch you playing with yourself... gonna be trouble. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," michael tried to plead, and Ted just scoffed. "When we get you to my place, MAYBE. For now, though... there is no way you're getting off." He took the gag off of michael, who began begging, "Please Sir. Just the one. Just the one time. I promise. I promise I won't cheat. Please. " He winced as the SMACK came down to his balls. "WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT NO DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND MANCUNT." "nothing Sir," michael answered in a very low voice. "GOOD. Now here's how things are gonna work. I'm staying tonight, just like the old days. And tomorrow, we'll head to my place. After we get some shit of yours packed up. Because stud muffin: if I'm gonna train you to be my bitch, we're gonna do it RIGHT: at my place. michael wanted to negotiate. Maybe if he got Ted to agree to a time: if he didn't submit to being Ted's slave, he could just go back to the old bottom role. This wasn't the time. For now, Ted was untying him so that they could get into bed the way they always did: with michael's ass pressed right up against Ted's cock. As slumber started coming to them, Ted whispered into michael's ear. "I got you back. My biggest mistake was leaving when you told me to. This time, it's not happening." He paused and added "mancunt". michael had mixed feelings about it. But his cock got harder.