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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' o5
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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That night things seemed to fall into place, whether intentions had been to resolve in the manner they did.
The board found Eric to be gay, rather than straight and by his induction rite, not hesitant about doing what gay men do.
With one man lying naked on the board room table, another on all fours, it was at Rick's direction things caught on fire.
"Okay Eric, your turn."
For the most part, other than moans and groans, Rick sat quiet as the rest of the board carried on with the bizarre meeting. Whereas no real business took place, the business of working as a team came into play.
"My turn?" Eric questions, sitting there next to Phil.
Because Rick saw the two getting along so well, "you want to clue him in, Phil?"
"No problem," Phil replies with a smile.
He goes to say something to Eric, when Rick interrupts, "by physical example?"
The smile still on Phil's face he obliges, "sure. No problem," he scoots his chair out from under the table.
From right where he sat, Phil steps on the chair with one foot and then stands, placing his other foot on the table, cluing Eric, "watch carefully. You're next!"
Perplexed to say the least, Eric watches Phil walk the table till he's standing at the ass of the one on all fours.
"Don't forget the 'lick'," Rick reminds.
He knew, two years ago, when Phil, then proclaiming he was straight, had to do the same thing, climb up on the table, stand at the ass-end of the board member on all fours, which at the time had been Saad, bend over, put his tongue on Saad's balls, lick up his ass and then place his chest on Saad's back. Then it was really gross to Phil, but now only half as bad. Too, at the time, having to lick Saad's ass, he had have the hairiest ass of all of them and feeling all that hair on his tongue, well now it wasn't anthing like that, more like licking peach fuzz!
"Yech, gross," Eric voices his opinion out loud.
Phil says it as if the boss were, "maybe so, but manup, Eric. Trust me, that you've been given a second chance and not going to get a third."
"Right," Eric thought.
The more Eric watched things progress, the less he thought about Phil licking ass and of himself, if that's what he had to do, manup. Another thought running through his mind, Phil was really cute, a nice guy and it would be a shame to have to leave again, which would most likely mean never seeing him again.
Phil continues until his chest lays on the other man's back.
"Oh-h-h," he sighs, picking his ass up and allowing it to settle down, each time moving his hard shaft against the asscrack.
He would have loved to keep going to completion, shooting his load down onto the man below, but as his luck has it, Rick says, "okay, that'll do it Phil. Eric, you're up."
On his way back to his chair, Phil hadn't realized it until it was too late, a sinewy strand of precum had leaked and painted a thin stripe on the table, which had him saying, "uh, be careful you don't slip and fall, Eric."
However, it's Rick on the rebound, "it's your mess, Phil. Clean it up!"
Truthfully, if it were in private, Phil wouldn't mind polishing the table clean with his tongue, but right there in front of Eric, it seemed a little intimidating, "now?"
All throughout there was dead silence in the room, board members whispering among themselves.
Saad loved to badger guys, "yeah, Phil and after your tongue finishes waxing the table you can come clean my dick!"
From comments like these, Rick could sometimes conjure up things, which had the wheels of his evil mind churning.
With the table clean, Phil sits down, and because it wasn't of any position to taste all that sweet, salty goo, "not as bad as I thought it would taste."
"Eric?" Rick says.
"What?"
He was used to a more formal treatment of respect, but Rick lets it slide, "you're off the table."
"Really?" Eric says, turning till his eyes stare directly with the boss' pupils.
"Unless you want to make a meal of Phil's hairy ass?"
The smile passing from one to the other had both knowing something in silence.
"Thanks," Eric places a foot on the chair, "I'll pass," he replicates the descent from the board table top to the chair, the floor.
Phil peels his chest off the other board member's back, "I guess that means I can go?"
Rick, instead of glancing to Phil, looks to Eric, saying, "you're first company decision?"
First smiling, Eric directs to Phil, "down, boy."
Mystified to how things were not going as had been in the past, Eric in charge and not Rick, "huh?"
Not questioning the either boss, Phil removes himself from the table top, "if you say so."
The rest of the board sat there, puzzled, as to why in the middle of a would-be porn scene, whereas legs get lifted in the air and the man coming up in between, divided and conquered, sat there wondering what was going through their head chief's mind!
There was only one man in the room who dared question Rick's alternative, "y'know, you just ruined a perfectly good jerk off?"
Rick giggles as he looks down in between Josh's legs, musing in a secret whisper, "I'm sure one of our single, gay board members wouldn't mind helping relieve you of that!"
Since Josh and Rick had history, instead of just looking, Josh sticks a hand in between Rick's legs, "yeah, and how are you going to get rid of yours?"
Taking Josh by the wrist, Rick lifts his hand out of the corner pocket, "you take care of you and I'll take care of me, thank you!"
Fortunately for the two, trading off loaded cock antics, the others had been patting Eric on the back, congratulating him, welcoming him to the company.
"Welcome to the company?" Eric wonders. "I didn't even do anything."
Phil lends lips to Eric's ear, "yeah, what a shame too!"
Even though Eric felt like he was being coerced into something, there was this force which seemed to emanate from himself and not the whim of his boss. When rethinking it, his 'boss', he wondered, "I still don't get what I did that makes me a full-fledged member of the board?"
Phil sums it up, "with Rick, things work in mysterious ways and it's not up to us to judge, because if we think on it too long, how the inner workings of his brain work, it'll drive us batty."
On ending his statement, Phil taps Eric's stomach with the back of his hand.
Something quirky about Eric, his fuzzy tummy was close enough to his pubes and feeling anywhere around his navel, it was in enough close proximity to justify touching around his shaft. Yet, he kept that comment to himself.
The board then seemed to break into two factions, from three. Here was Eric and Phil chatting by themselves, when Josh and Rick move into their perimeter.
"Hey guys, Rick and me, we got to talking and, if you two aren't doing anything for the rest of the day, we'd like to have you over to our place for cocktails?"
Phil knew, but Eric didn't, "oh, you two are partners?"
Rick comes back with, "in business only."
"But, we dabble," Josh put it, which was vast subject, being, "we have an open relationship."
Phil was eager, "and they're opening it to us."
Standing there in silence, Eric finally opens up, "I don't know. I've never done anything like that."
Rick remained silent, allowing Josh to do his bidding, "trust me, you're under no obligation to do anything you don't want to."
Finally breaking silence, Rick says, "why don't we leave it to Eric and Phil to decide?"
As they walk away, Josh says to Rick, "I hope they make the right decision."
Rick smiles, saying, "why? I kind of like our wrestling matches."
Such is the case when two dominant males live under the same umbrella, they have to sort things out in a way which has the victor claiming the prize.
While they talked about the past and the present, Eric was trying to convince Phil, "I thought we could go back to your place, or mine, and get better acquainted?"
Phil was surprised, but not negative about Eric's decision, "I was hoping the same thing."
"What's stopping us? Rick, or Josh, gave us time to make up our minds?"
"Yeah," Phil says, "but what you don't want to do is make up your mind, with the wrong outcome."
"How's that go?"
"That invitation wasn't really coming from Josh and you'll find out the repercussions for not pleasing the boss, if you don't go along with what he wants."
"But what about what we want?"
At first Phil puts a hand up to both eyes, as if shading his eyes from stupidity, but then drops it, "no, you don't get it."
"Yeah, I get it. You give an inch and they take a mile and soon you have your whole personal life wrapped around the boss' little finger. Trust me, it's happened to me before and the only way to escape their clutches is to up and quit."
Phil couldn't deny Eric was being right, right now, "I'll give you this one," he concedes, "but can you go with what I'm saying, just this once?"
Eric remains adamant, "well, if you're afraid to stand up for your rights, I'll take the heat."
"Well," Phil says, seeing Josh and Rick head their way, "if you don't mind walking around with your head stuck up your ass!"
Suddenly Eric felt remorse, not allowing Phil to get his way. His real reaction was wanting to kiss those lips which were only trying to convey a message of caring. 'Damn,' he thought, 'I really did it, letting this ego ruin it for me.'
Without further ado, Josh says, "hey, we were wondering if you two guys were going to make it over to our place, so we know how much food to order from the caterers?"
Rick stood there.
Phil says, "oh, are there going to be others there?"
Before it goes the distance, Eric states, "thank you for the invitation, but Phil and I will not be able to make it."
All of Rick's figuring came into play, looking Eric over from head to toes and back, feeling the right and rational reasons why he caught the twenty-nine year old before he left and made the mistake of not thinking twice about the job being offered.
"Are you sure," Josh says, "because we were planning on celebrating your annexation to the board and all?"
Phil, seemingly joking, but serious, says almost through the tenth of an inch spread between his teeth, "go with it, dummy."
Josh was a little sweaty. He knew how these midweek evening parties went, a bunch of guys with racing hormones, which with adding some coconut oil and crisco, could pave the way for a greasy wrestling match in the basement.
On the side, Rick seemed to put all blame it on Josh for suggesting the adding of the oil and grease, that men weren't up for a little nail-pinching and teeth-nibbling on nips, his in particular!
However, Josh could breathe a sigh of relief, Rick saying, "that's okay. You two go and have your fun. We'll catch you another night."
When the two walk away, Josh says, "I can't believe you let them go like that."
Rather than blame himself, Rick puts it off on Josh, "looks like you really botched it up this time, bro."
"Me?" Josh presses hands to his own palms to his chest, "why is always me?"
Rick smiles, like he always has, after he's blamed Josh for something, or rather 'everything', "because you love me so much?"
More business than pleasure on his mind, Rick says, "Eric is going to make a fine addition to the board."
Right now, Josh's mind wasn't on Eric, but how many times Rick has pledged his allegiance to him. Ever since they were in their early teen years, his friend has said it, that he loved him, but it never seemed a serious suggestion of affection. Perhaps, the next time he finds himself alone with Rick, he'll man up, take control and show him who the 'love boss man' is!
"Maybe, but will you promise me one thing?"
"What's that?" Rick says, watching Phil and Eric dress.
"You'll be civil with my nips?"
Rick sneers, "what and not see you shoot your load ten feet?"
This is what perplexed Josh, his own feelings. On the one hand he wanted to step into Rick's shoes, be the dominant one, but at other times, Josh lay down on the bed, voluntarily stretched limbs out till they were eagle-spread and allowed Rick to molest him however wanted. 'Life isn't fair,' Josh walks off to be with the gang. It wasn't off the table yet, though. Maybe later he would find his dominant side and knock the boss off his feet!
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Callum had become quite cozy at Tony's place.
From the time they came home, transported themselves up to the loft, undressed and got it on, Callum had come once, down Tony's throat and after another bout of nip clamps and cocksucking...
"Really sorry about that, Tony. I tried getting it up again, but..."
"No apologies necessary, but if it's something to think about, I haven't come yet?"
"You want me to suck you off?"
"No, no, no," Tony says, "I want you to edge me."
Whereas two guys get together and with intent to do this or that, when Tony had Callum cuff him to the headboard of the bed, it was for pure amusement. It just so happened that Callum got over-zealous and acted from pure lust, pulling Tony's legs up onto his shoulders and like he had seen from one of those porn vids, packed himself right in.
Only thing is, Callum wouldn't budge past the tip of his shaft, upon entering. Not until Tony informed him of the tube of lube in the draw of one of the side tables!
Callum a little raw at fucking a guy, gasped, 'wow, the lube made it slide right in!'
'No, dah,' Tony replied.
From there Callum found how easy, simple and sensual it was to push in, pull out, in, out and continue the movement until he felt like blowing his load.
"Hey, I didn't think, with the condom, I could feel much, but it feels pretty cool."
Tony, arms up and flirting those hairy Italian pits, had a clear view of Callum pulling and finishing up with a hand, coated his fuzzy stomach with a 'gallon' of goo.
"Could be the lube?"
Other than condom-coated, Tony never felt a man's skin massaging the insides of his chute. For the size of Callum's hard shaft, the width, it didn't matter.
"Yeah, could be," Tony didn't care.
That was then, this is now, Tony giggles, saying, "if I could reach my own navel, I'd scoop it out with my tongue and lap the rest of your sweet honey, up."
Nothing visual comes to mind, Callum saying, "thanks. I guess."
Looking down between his knee caps, Tony realizes he's being selfish, worrying about scooping up every fingerful of ooze and worrying about his tastebuds, "oh. But I'm being totally inconsiderate now and for that I apologize."
He's also motioned for Callum, who has been using his knees as a resting place for armpits, to come forward.
Easily picking up on the hint, Callum leans forward and slowly giving in to Tony's whims, "but you haven't cum yet," crawls his way up his Tony's bod, finally laying down, chest to wet chest.
"Not a problem. I'm just happy to see you happy."
Callum gave himself time to process.
Tony, on the other hand, gave him seconds, "what?"
Not given enough time to figure out to verbally put it, Callum repeats, "you're happy to see me happy?"
Not only the warmth of the sap between their bods, Tony was feeling something more, "I think I'm."
Genuinely puzzled, Callum asks, "you're what?"
Unsure of such feelings, Tony says, "do you think it's too early in our relationship to even dare to think either of us could be in love with the other?"
"Wow," Callum sits up to reveal their hard shafts doing battle, "I was just wondering that a few minutes ago."
"When?"
"When I was shoving my cock in and out of you. I was wondering if I was doing this just because it felt so damn good, or was it an act of love."
"Deep," Tony says.
Misinterpretating it, Callum says, "yeah, it was in deep. You could feel it? All I know, is it felt so awesome to pull out and then jab you again Tony."
It humored Tony to see Callum go on and on about this, "on the contrary. It felt so, literally, fuckin' awesome for you to do that!"
"Do you think I'm being a sadist or something?"
"If you are thinking of it in that way, oh man, torture me! Torture me!"
The mention of the word, torture, had something more for Callum to process, "seriously, Tony?"
From Tony's past, having sexually and physically suffered under a dominant man's preferences and whims, he's realized, maybe he's gone off the grid, "when I say, 'torture', it's what I like, not necessarily what you're feeling."
Then again, Callum has viewed some of those outlandish gay male porn vid's, where men are cuffed to a table, or free standing, limbs posted in four directions, and all kinds of things done to a man's nips, balls, flogging back and abs, "it's not shocking to me, or anything."
"It's not?" Tony was confused.
A sign, his balls sitting on Tony's balls, his shaft lying next to Tony's, that they were both feeling the same, of it Callum says as he visually holds both of their cocks in two hands, "I think we both like what we like, if that makes any sense?"
And that's all it took. Callum, holding both of their swollen shafts, melding them together and with a little stroke, Tony put in excrutiating pain and pleasure, "oh shit, I'm fuckin' coming!"
Maybe Callum was in the throes of coming, ten minutes ago, but now the pipe started flowing once more and meaning only to stroke himself off, while two shafts were in hands, he jerked him and Tony fervishly.
They both howled and moaned, Callum, with Tony's help, splattering abs and pecs with their spunk.
"Oh hell, yeah!"
Tony, equally engrossed in shooting his load, spouting out rope after rope of white creme, together enhanced the amount of goo covering Tony's fuzzy front.
Spent, both mentally and physically, Callum once again falls forward, his chest against Tony's bold pecs.
This time there's no mental notes of how slimy the two felt.
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In the parking lot, Phil confesses, as they stand at the hood of Eric's car, "I have to say, this has been the first time that I can recall, Rick giving anyone a day off, when it's the middle of the work day."
Standing there, with Phil's butt to the hood, it was easy for Eric to show his feelings, bowling Phil right over and planting a kiss on his mouth.
With a hand to Eric's chest, Phil protests, "uh, hold it a minute there, Eric."
Eric was wondering what was up, a hand to his chest, propelling him backwards, "did I do something wrong?"
"I guess you can say that," Phil says, but not in an angry way. More joking, "if you have it mind to heat up a man's ass, make sure you do it properly and not by the heat of the sun on the hood of a car?"
By now, Eric was feeling, 'the other way to go about it,' "I'd sure like to make it up to you?"
Holding his crotch like Michael Jackson, Phil could see he was packing, "shall we take my car or yours?"
They took Phil, him saying it would take more time if he had to guide Eric to his place.
When they got there, Eric, eyes scanning the neighborhood like it was a crime scene, notes, "nice area. Well to do. Do you like, make six figures?"
"I wish." As they pull up to two wrought iron gates, Phil says, "truthfully, that's more like five figures, and," he pushes a button, the gates opening, "until I reach that benchmark, it's rooming with other guys."
Truthfully speaking, but which can be misconstrued as a hint, Eric says, "I could sure use an arrangement like that to help my bank account out."
Before Phil could respond, he spots, "oh, look. There's Tony's car."
"The same Tony from the bar+grille?"
"Yeah," and Phil says snidely, "he left with Callum!"
Since he's new to the gay world and sleeping around, a question on the tip of Eric's tongue, he says, "do you think they're into a fourway?"
Phil abruptly steps on the brake pedal, "geesh, Eric, am I going to have to make an appointment to get you to fuck me?"
Realizing his inner feelings being projected outwards, a feeling that he's kept repressed, an older man getting it on with a college mate, "forgive me. Oh course I want to fuck you."
Neither realizes it at first, their true intentions, until it's said out loud.
"Really, you want to fuck me, Eric?"
Acting in the affirmative, Eric says, "ever since I had you pinned to the hood of your car?"
Jack his door, Phil says, "what are we waiting for?"
Unlike Tony and Callum, Phil didn't detour to the kitchen, rather heading to the livingroom, up the stairs and to the loft.
"Uh-oh," he says, upon reaching the bed.
There, lying with bods mashed together, were Tony and Callum, in a deep sleep.
Being suggestive, Eric says, "from the outside, looks like this house could have more than one bedroom?"
So engrossed, taking in the sight of the two collegiates, nestled together, the two former married men forget their primary objective.
It was strange, Phil getting crossed-vibes, Eric's preference of about ten minutes ago, wanting to mingle with the two college boys, only to veer off on another tangent, with Phil's snap of fingers, "oh! Yeah, I almost forgot. Through here."
Opening a door, Phil leads Eric, up another flight of stairs.
Whereas Eric had abstained from fucking around with men, while married, to a female, Phil had intermittenly met with men. In doing so, when he finally divorced, he had his place all figured out, like it was the most natural thing in the world, falling on his knees and offering up his sucking services.
Ascending those stairs, Eric had a clear view to the swaying of Phil's pants, tightly covering those ass cheeks. He licked his lips several times, not which the swiveling poundage looked enticing to eat, but nervous over his first time fucking a man.
"Where are we going?"
Phil says, "oh, you'll see. This place is loaded with fucking space!"
It made Eric physically swallow, like, he did it, which was followed by a nervous feeling in his gut. Strangely though, he had to touch himself where feeling it most, the zipper of his pants!
The two men finally reached their final destination.
Phil began unlooping his tie, hastily pulling one side from the knot. Lust overtook his sense of being neat and he tosses it aside. He did notice Eric just standing there, but he thought it was through purpose. Maybe he liked to watch men strip down and Phil, he was all for it, loving to do a striptease for the pleasure of another man's viewing.
However, when Phil reached the shirtless stage and fingered his belt buckle, he wondered, "need help, Eric?"
He had unbuckled his belt, and out of habit would have naturally stripped it from his belt loops. Seeing him lag behind, Phil approached and started undoing Eric's belt.
It's then Eric notices how he almost slipped into an unconscious state, having stared at Phil's beautiful bod, "uh," he wasn't sure about Phil's hands on his belt buckle, but then decides to go with it, "yeah. Sure."
"Oh, by the way," Phil quickly unbuckles Eric's belt and strips it from the loops of his pants.
Eric was more than a little nervous, jumping the gun, "what?"
Phil knew Eric nervous, but it's not like he hadn't been in his place, the first time, as a married man, he cheated on his wife, with another man, "relax."
"I am relaxed."
Tugging on Eric's dress shirt, Phil says, "not what this is telling me. Your shirt is starting to show."
Eric lifts his left arm, revealing sweat spots, almost like his pit had been brushed with oil, "yeah, I guess I am a little...nervous."
"And another thing," Phil works unbuttoning Eric's shirt, from the navel, up, "I happen to be checking your file and noticed a discrepancy in your age?"
"Oh shit!"
Eric stands there with embarrassment on his face, "uh, yeah, but there's a reason for that."
At this moment, Phil didn't really care, his fingers busy at work, slowly removing Eric's shirt, right around the tie, still attached to his neckline, "I'm waiting."
Manning up, Eric boldly confronts Phil's interrogation, "okay, I'm thirty-four, but the reason I put twenty-nine on my resume is, I found out from experience employers hire the young guys first and trust me, I really needed to land this job."
Instead of a smile creasing Phil's lips, it was something Eric was not expecting, "what?"
"I'm not sure who said this but, I can't judge you, if I'm not beneath being judged?"
Eric, in all honesty, says, "I think God said it."
"Oh, you're a religious man?"
"I used to be, but that is beside the point."
Eric waited, which Phil gathered he was waiting for something to come from him, "yeah, well, I can't put you down for what you did, because I did the same thing on my resume. Only, it wasn't the man I'm about to take to bed with me, but the boss found out!"
Phil was giggling about it, and still employed by Okley, so speaks freely, "I see you didn't get fired over it?"
"I didn't know half of what I know about Rick Okley, that I do now and found I made the right choice in telling him why I did it and that if he chose not to hire me, I'm okay with his decision."
By now, Eric was standing there, patiently listening to Phil, while his pants sat around his ankles, "and your reason?"
"Same as you, except I had it down on my resume I was older than I am, told Rick I thought older guys get the job, because they are more experienced."
"And his reaction?" Eric says, reversing roles, unzipping Phil's pants.
"He thought it was big of me to come out and tell him, but I started out on probation."
"Oh shit," Eric says, clutching Phil by his biceps, "that's the same thing Rick said to me. Just what does that mean?"
"What it means," Phil thumbs the elastic of Eric's briefs, "is if he ever catches you in a lie, no matter how big your dick is, you are no longer one of his employees."
Some things are more powerful than words. Eric had been carrying on this conversation with Phil, but not immune to more attention being paid to what was inside his briefs, "you like what you see?"
"Like? Hell yeah!"
"Good," Eric backs up, snapping his briefs away from Phil's hand.
"Huh?" Phil responds, dumbfounded as to why.
"If you want what I'm packin', you've got to earn it."
Literally, Phil liked Eric's attitude, high and almighty, "cool, I love playing this game."
"Game?" Eric says, stern look on his face.
Getting right down to it, Phil says, "should I get on my knees and beg for it, or what's your pleasure," he stops, adds, "sir?"
First time Eric had said something like this to his wife, about getting on her knees and begging for it, he slept downstairs on the livingroom sofa. He wasn't a man of excuses, admitting to Phil, "what I want you to do now is finish stripping, then we'll talk about it."
It was strange to Phil, but terribly exciting!
Eric took it upon himself to step out of his pants, which he left on the floor and as he moves over to the bed, strips his briefs.
He knew it would stir something in Phil's soul, watching the thirty-eight year old lick his lips. Maybe a sadist of sorts, but his real thinking was something along the lines of appeasing Phil's sexual appetite, "and when you're done stripping, you can come stand on the bed, straddling my thighs."
Perhaps Callum wasn't the only man in history to gather ideas of how he wanted sex to play out, Eric lying in bed, hands behind his head, relaxed, flaunting dark, hairy pits.
Viewing Eric lying there on the bed, Phil had an insatiable thirst, mind totally surrendering control, "whatever you want, sir."
It made Eric smiling, thinking of himself as either this great convincer, or Phil a total wimp. Either way he was getting what he wanted, "what I want is for you to stand above me and play with yourself."
Not exactly Phil's desire, more to have Eric's hands on him, "I was hoping more, you would be playing with me," he was slow at delivering, "sir?"
Before Phil could step up on the bed, Eric was rising up out of it, "if we're playing the game, you have to learn, just like life, there are consequences for your actions."
Phil follows, mainly attuned to that big, fat shaft boucing around, as Eric walks across the room, vaguely saying, "uh. Yeah. Whatever you want."
Reaching down to the floor, it looked like Eric was reaching for his crumpled pants, instead picking up the belt Phil had stripped from the loops.
"Assume the position."
It wasn't the belt in Eric's hands he feared, Phil more excited than anything, knowing it was intended to come in contact with his flesh, "cool, you're going to use that on me?"
Whereas Eric was fresh at this, Phil had more than once connected with a guy who liked S&M games, so anything forthcoming, if he had experienced it, would not be of a surprise.
"If you ever get into position, 'boy'!"
There were a few positions he knew of, whether a belt, flogger or bare hand were to land on his ass, back, over the chest, stomach, or brought up between the legs, which wasn't Phil's favorite spot!
He chose standing with feet slighly spread, hands behind head, elbows up.
"Feet spread farther apart, boy. I want to see that cock and big balls dangling down."
'Oh shit,' Phil thought it through quick, 'he's going to go for my balls!'
Was he ever relieved when Eric steps around, behind him.
"Let's see," Eric takes it nice and slow, diliberate, planing Phil's upper back, shall we start here," he slides his hand down, "or here."
Phil jokes, "if you're going to start with my ass, I'd prefer you whip it with your dick, sir!"
He laughs, but then shouts, "ak-k-k-k-k! Oh shit, sir!"
Eric feels the humor of Phil taking the lash across his upper back, then laughter again, coming from his willing victim.
As he's slowly gained knowledge of this 'game', Eric says, "you liked that, right boy?"
Not the first lash Phil has taken on his back, he's not afraid to share, "only one, sir?"
Walking up to Phil, so that his furry front touches his back, Eric says softly in the ear, "oh, much more. In fact, was thinking, since this is your first time feeling the lash, we could start with fifty?"
"Fifty! Oh-shit!"
But then, he feels more than the searing pain of a welt across his back, the tip of Eric's cock touching his hairy ass, "on second thought, whatever you think is fair, sir."
He knew this a game they were playing, but Eric senses Phil playing this out, not only for the sexual high a man can get, instead a sincere feeling of caring, "why don't we start with ten and then work our way from there?"
If this panned out to not be the first time he and Eric got together, it would be heaven. Phil, not wanting this inaugaural meetup to be a thing of the past, "nah. If you want to give me fifty, I take that or more. Whatever you want, sir."
Eric was already seeping from the tip of his shaft and if he went through with the roleplaying, he would have to forfeit the rest of the sexual playing, "what I want is you to lay faced down on the bed for your punishment, boy."
Phil has been whipped standing, sometimes tied, other times holding onto an overhead bar, but also lying down on the bed, hugging a pillow. Sure, the position is part of the flogging, but the most important part is the fellow dishing it out.
"Yes, sir," he gives in to Eric's whims.
Of the other fact, Eric has only viewing porn on his laptop to go on. Figuring Phil might have seen the same, he let him take the helm.
"This good?"
It took a Phil a minute to get settled. How 'not' could a guy feel the friction of fabric rubbing on his pent up emotion, having to grind his pubes into the mattress to find a suitable place to remain.
Of the belt in his hand, Eric was feeling little need of it, being his other hand was full with packed emotion. However, he knew a relationship, casual or serious, was built on not only what he wants.
Getting down to business, Eric kneels on the bed, straddling Phil's heels. Shimmying himself in the direction of the headboard, knees corral in Phil's thighs. It's right about there he lets go a his tube. Eric had to look, to see what his cock bounced off of and smiles, when he realizes just how close he's come to putting it in Phil's ass crack.
Phil, who has probably cheated on his wife more than Eric had done to his, giggles before doing half a pushup and in turning slightly, says, "you might want to place your knees on the insides of my legs, babe?"
He had wondered, how he was going to even find the hole in which to force his shaft into, but picking up on the endearing term, "so, I'm a babe to you now?"
From the first, to the finale, when Phil lay eyes on Eric, handsome face and the unveiling of a very, very, hot, hot bod, he's felt a rupture in his soul, "hey," he overrides, "c'mere."
Eric didn't know what to think, what to say, with Phil turning over, which in turn scrapes the side of a thigh with his loaded tube, "what the hell, Phil?"
"Just go with it?"
'Just go with it,' Eric is thinking, when since they entered the bedroom, Phil has been in total surrender, only to change it up, putting his act of taking his ass on hold.
With Phil leading now, Eric, still with a hardon and still with the leather belt doubled in half, goes with it, being he figures Phil has been through sex with a man more than himself, which is close to zero!
Phil, doing a complete turn over, flaunting that hot, hairy bod, because of the beauty of the man and the moment, Eric goes with it, especially the part when Phil reaches up, grabs him by the sides of his pecs, and hurls him forward.
"What the hell, Phil?"
"You said that," Phil giggles, but with intent, pulls Eric towards him till their lips meet.
Eric didn't know what the hell to think of this!
"Hey," he says after Phil has given him a wet kiss, "what the hell was that?"
He could only guess, Phil saying, "don't tell me, first kiss?"
"No," Eric replies.
"I meant, first kiss by a man?"
"Well," Eric thinks about it for a second, "yeah."
"Did you like it?"
What Eric liked more was the feeling of, first, his shaft need the entrance of Phil's ass hole, then after being flipped over, second best, cock and balls slammed against Phil's pubes. Eric couldn't deny it pleasurable, "yes and no."
"Oh," Phil grimaces, as if Eric had kneeled on his balls, lightening up, "you didn't like my kiss?"
It gave Eric a guilty feeling, even though he felt no remorse for his ex- or missed sex he had with her, nor the two times he tried to get it on with here, losing his erection both times, "I just thought. Well."
"Maybe you're not into kissing?"
"No. It's not that, Phil."
Phil then couldn't help himself. He knew Eric had something to get off his chest, but here was the thing, that beautiful chest hovering over his, he had to get fingers on those two meaty nips poking through the dark furry chest, reaching out and giving both a tweaking!
"Oh shit, Phil!"
Eric had suddenly, with the feel of pincer-like fingers and thumbs, grabbing the tips of his nips, to react.
Phil lay there, retrieving both hands, placing them on his own stomach, to watch the reaction, "I'll tell ya babe, if you haven't had those nips tweaked, you don't know what you've been missing!"
To Phil, Eric did look kind of comical and sexy all at the same time, placing hands to his own pecs, like he was protecting them from the jaws of pliers, "I know. I mean. I don't know. What I mean is. I never had anything done like that before," and with picking up the belt, "and this. What do I do with this?"
Phil felt for Eric and wasn't just that dark, furry bod, the bearded face were turning him on immensely, "it'll all come to you in time," he bowls Eric over, gently, onto the mattress.
From before the onset of his marriage of five years, to a woman, Phil has dabbled in all things gay, or most things, he didn't have a checklist! What he found, it wasn't about everything he wanted to do, but having affairs with gay men, or other husbands, he's found out, whether gay or straight, it wasn't all bout himself, but the enjoyment the other partner was seeking.
For the most part, Eric was filled with question. Here, Phil had stripped him, lay on the bed faced down, of which Eric, guided by gay porn, thought he was going to climb up, mount Phil and fuck him. But apparently, it didn't go that way, "what're you going to do?"
"Me? Nah. It's not all about me, but what I'm asking, is to go with it. Can you do that, Eric?"
In total confusion, of where any of this way going, Eric says, "sure. I can do that, but."
No buts, Phil places an index finger to Eric's lips, shushing him, "shu-u-sh. Lay back and let me handle it from here on in."
Whether a grammatic inflection, or real, Phil's goal would be to get Eric, 'in'!
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