Maybe he was just overly concerned, but Frank was convinced that he reeked of semen. He could smell it all over himself as Kevin drove them back home. "Please. Can I take a shower when we get home, Kevin?" He was begging. He knew his mother had a very good sense of smell. True, she hadn't once mentioned it when Frank jerked off and forgot to get whatever cloth he used washed up, but he JUST KNEW... she knew. Kevin knew enough about psychology to be just masochistic enough. He just smiled, and didn't answer the first three times Frank asked. Finally, when he heard Frank mutter "FUCK. She's gonna smell," he began to laugh. "Frankie, you're just too transparent, you know that? So, you wanna shower when we get back to your house? How badly?" Frank sighed. He knew there would be a price. He swallowed hard. "Real bad, Kevin. Really bad." "Wellll, ok stud, you can shower but, in exchange, I want you wearing your tightest shirt when you change after you clean up. And remember: sooner or later, I'll find out if you did or not. We have a deal?" There was silence again. Then Frank muttered "Yeah. We have a deal." "HA, HA. You'll get used to it frankie. It's just a couple of weeks and then you'll be wearing the snuggest things I can find all the time." "Can't wait," was Frank's smart assed response. Kevin heard it. "GOOD. Because I'll do some shopping for you and get you some stuff I'd really get turned on by if you wore it." "Is there anything about me that doesn't turn you on, Kevin?" Frank shifted in his seat. Kevin had cuffed his wrists in front of him because "you need to get used to this, frankie," and while his hands were resting on his crotch, the cage just made "inadvertent" touching frustrating. "Hmmm. So far, I can't think of anything, frankie. But I can think of LOTS of things that are probably gonna make me even hotter for you." He smiled. "And make my dick even harder. I can't wait. Fucking you at your place tomorrow, then my place on Tuesday." He squealed. "OH, FRANKIE. It's gonna be SO HOT."
"Hey mom, "Frank gave his mother a kiss. "I stink. It's hot in the car. Let me go wash off. I'll hurry." Frank's mom smiled. "Oh, Frankie, that's ok. Just take your time. It'll give me a chance to get better acquainted with Kevin." Dora Connor had been waiting for an opportunity to get to talk to Kevin because, well. She had a feeling: Frank was in his 30s and he was single. He still lived at home. Yes, he had had a few girlfriends, but nothing long lasting and, well, good riddance to them! She always referred to Frank's girlfriends as "supermarket turkeys: big breasts and tiny brains." When her son started talking about Kevin, she began to wonder: is Frankie gay? Has he been afraid to tell me?" When she thought about it, she would sigh: on the one hand, this meant no grandchildren (unless Frankie found someone and they adopted, which was fine with her), but on the other hand: maybe Frankie had been lonely all this time because he was afraid to be Frankie. As a mother, she knew her son well. For all of his "big man on campus" act, she knew that Frank was essentially a very passive guy. IF, as she suspected, Kevin was his boyfriend, she assumed Kevin had made the moves, and that he -- even in her mind she had to phrase it as "took the lead." Again, that was fine. "One day they'll find out sex is overrated," she thought, and immediately began to blush. Still, she began to watch them a little more carefully: she hoped that if her hunch was right, Frank would eventually tell her, but she couldn't be sure he would. She looked up when she heard Frank's footsteps on the stairway. He came into the living room in a tight white polo shirt -- she had gotten him that shirt and he said he'd never wear it because "it makes me look like a FAG", and the jeans that she had washed that week. She turned away. What was that word she heard one of her friends use about peacocks? "PREENING." Yes, the things male birds did to impress other males. That's what Frank was doing: preening. And she saw the smile on Kevin's face when Frank came in, as well as the blush on Frank's. "Mother's intuition" she thought. After they had dinner, and she was serving up dessert in the kitchen, she had more "evidence." She had turned around to ask if the boys wanted any coffee, and she saw Kevin running his hand up and down Frank's back. She didn't hear Frank's frantic whispering. "DON'T DO THAT HERE, KEVIN. MY MOM WILL SEE." Nor did she hear Kevin giggle. "Frankie, you think she doesn't know what's going on between us?" Frank whispered more strongly: "JESUS CHRIST KEVIN I HOPE NOT." Dora smiled as she expertly brought in three plates of her angel food cake. "Now I know when boys whisper, it means they're up to no good. Are you boys up to no good?" she asked as she sat down, giving Frank a teasing look. He blushed and looked away, but Kevin spoke up. "Of course we are, Mrs. Connor. I mean, frankie behaves himself all week doesn't he? Why shouldn't he cut loose when I'm around to encourage him?" Dora laughed. "Oh, Kevin! I agree with you one hundred percent. You know, I keep telling Frankie that once he puts on the uniform, everyone is going to expect him to be the best boy in town, so he should get off some steam while he can. "She paused. "Kevin, can you promise me you'll help him do that?" "Oh, of course, Mrs. Connor. But you have to promise ME that sometime, Frankie and I can get YOU to let off some steam." Frank blushed some more, and Mrs. Connor laughed. "My, my! Going out with two, handsome younger men. What WILL this town think?" She and Kevin answered in tandem. "Who cares?" before they started laughing. "Your mom really likes me. I think that's a good thing, frankie" Kevin spoke as he was looking through Frank's closet. "You know, you've got SO MUCH stuff here. I think I'm gonna pick out what I want you to bring with you because if you leave stuff behind, your mom will feel happier. She'll know you're coming back." He smiled. "That shirt you're wearing IS coming with us, frankie. It's very sexy. " He began walking directly toward Frank, who stepped back until he bumped up against the bed, lost his balance and fell on his back. >From Kevin's look, he knew that Kevin had planned that. After he pounced on top of Frank and pinned him down, he knew it even more. It took just seconds for Kevin's fingers to find Frank's right nipple, and his mouth to find his left earlobe. "KEVIN PLEASE. MY MOM" Then Frank began to moan. "Now, now, frankie. I COULD gag you if you want me to, but I want to have some fun before I leave. I mean, tomorrow, we have the whole living room to play in but now..." his fingers expertly and gently stroked frank's nipple, and frank began to squirm. "Anyone ever play with your titties, frankie?" Frank felt Kevin's tongue in his hear and he squirmed some more. "HMMMMM? Anyone?" "NO!" Frank gritted his teeth. "And how the hell do you do that?" Kevin's touch was very, very light, but it was driving Frank crazy. "You mean stimulate you the way I am?" Frank moaned some more and shook his head yes. "Oh, it comes with practice frankie. You're not my first rodeo you know." He stopped stroking Frank's nipple for a minute. "Hmmm. Rodeos. Hog tying. Lassos. Denim snap shirts. Tight jeans. Got to put that on my list." He went back to stroking Frank's nipple. "I bet you're REALLY hard, frankie." Sounds like a kitten would make were coming out of Frank. "Yeah. I am. As hard as I can get in this thing." He had stopped struggling. All of his attention was focused on his nipple and ear. "I need to cum, Kevin. PLEASE." Kevin laughed. "Maybe tomorrow, frankie. Maybe." He rolled on top of Frank. "But for you to have ANY chance of that, you're gonna have to do two things for me. First, tomorrow, you get two of your mom's clothespins, and you put them on your titties. Just twenty minutes but do it. They leave a mark, and I'll know if you lie to me. You understand?" Frank was getting his strength back and he pushed against Kevin's hands. Anytime he pushed too hard, though, Kevin drove his knee into Frank's crotch and stopped the struggle. "OOF. Yeah, I understand." "And I want you wearing something else that fits you tightly. You have all these dress shirts in your closet. I'm glad. I want us to start going out when you move in. Let me see how you look dressed up. Ok, frankie? And I'll bring the cage key." "YEAH. I will. I understand that too. Kevin bent down. "Now, kiss me stud. Gimme a big kiss. It'll be good practice for what's gonna happen every day in just two weeks." "TWO WEEKS? I THOUGHT IT WAS THREE." Frank pushed hard, and Kevin's knee pushed harder. You could hear Frank fall back on the bed. "Well, frankie, seems your uniforms are due next week, not in two weeks." "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT? OH SHIT. WHEN I WAS IN THE SHOWER." "Ha, ha. Let me ask you, frankie. How's it feel to be defeated every single time. And with your mother's help?" "YOU FUCKING BASTARD," Frank grunted, and Kevin smiled. "Maybe I won't bring the key tomorrow. I'm still coming over though because," he whispered into Frank's ear "I'm gonna fuck you in your own bed, stud. And you're gonna love it. Now give me that kiss." Resigned, Frank opened his mouth as Kevin's tongue pushed in. As Kevin made the small noises you always hear with kissing, Frank wondered why this felt so good: why did he try to get Kevin's tongue back when he pulled it out? Kevin gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "You have a stain on your jeans, frankie, so I guess I should let myself out. You mom, you know?" He kissed Frank again. "Don't forget those clothespins, frankie. They're another step in your training." He got off the bed, adjusted his own clothing, and headed out. The next morning, before he went to work, Kevin played with himself until he was hard. He took a picture and texted it to Frank with the comment "All yours tonight, frankie. I bet you can't wait." Frank didn't answer, but Kevin was more than half right. That night, as Frank went over the events of the weekend, and what Kevin had done to him after dinner, his hand slipped down to his dick. "SHIT" he realized. "I can't do a fucking thing!" He fondled his balls and moaned in pleasure. While he did that, Kevin was going over the list of things he planned to do to Frank, and his own cock swelled, and shot. Kevin lived alone, and he didn't have to worry about anyone hearing him. "No one's ever turned me on the way you do, frankie," he whispered as his orgasm finis Kevin drove up to Frank's house at 6pm. He carried a small gym bag with him: a few items he planned to use, which he thought probably weren't going to be easy to find in the Connor house: four old neckties, a pair of nipple clamps for Frank's "homework", and a penis shaped gag. He came to the house right after he had been chairing a meeting, so he had his jacket thrown over his shoulder. Frank was watching from the window. The French blue buttondown was stretched to its limits, and while his khakis weren't, his dick was struggling against the cage. He opened the door before Kevin could ring the bell. "Someone's eager. Maybe as eager as I am." He looked Frank up and down. "NICE PACKAGE FRANKIE. I LOVE that you rolled your sleeves. One thing though, stud. Two buttons at the collar. It's not Catholic grade school handsome. Here, let me." Kevin reached up and as he touched the second button, Frank recoiled. "OH, it's going to be a night like that. FINE WITH ME, frankie." "NO, I'm sorry, Kevin. It was just, well, nerves." Kevin saw that Frank had done what he told him to do in the text that afternoon and put the chair in the middle of the living room. "Have a seat, frankie. Put your hands behind your back. Time to interrogate Detective Connor. "Yes Sir, "slipped out of frank's mouth before he knew it. "Good start, frankie. Seems you know where we're heading." "Yeah, I figured it out. I'm not a meat head." "Oh, I never thought that frankie. I always thought you were nice and meaty but...ENOUGH TALK. I'm horny. Get your hands behind your back." Once Frank was in position, Kevin tied his wrists behind his back. "Open your mouth." Frank nearly choked when the gag went in, but when Kevin started running his fingers over Frank's nips, the gagging stopped, and the moaning began. "You use the clothespins, frankie?" Frank blushed as he remembered how they had felt. He shook his head yes. "GOOD. Because tonight, I'm gonna leave you something even better. Let's make sure you did." Kevin was standing behind frank, and he draped his hands over his shoulders. Frank's reaction was MUCH stronger than it had ever been when Kevin played with them, and his moans were desperate. "Sensitive, aren't they, frankie?" When frankie shook his head weakly, Kevin commented "I need to keep your titties super sensitive from now on. As you're going to find out, my up and coming quarterbitch, I have LOTS of ways to make you feel supersensitive, and that, my handsome man, makes you SO easy to control. An "MMMMMMMMMPH" came out of frank, and when it did, Kevin dropped his head onto Frank's neck. He didn't do anything but rest his chin with its bristles on frank's neck. The sensation made franks start squirming immediately, and when he did, the bristles just covered more area, and the sensations, which felt like a lightning bolt directly to frank's trapped cock, just got stronger and stronger. Soon, he wasn't moaning: he was whining. The only time he had whined so far was when Kevin worked on his nipples. "See what I mean, frankie boy? Your tits. Your neck. These little guys." He ran his tongue over frank's ear, and frank shuddered. "A big, strong guy like you, used to being in charge, but a newbie to this? Oh, my sweetie: think of training when you were a lowly freshman. I'm breaking you in, little by little and eventually" He leaned in to frank's ear "You're going to have EARNED that name I just gave you: quarter bitch."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPH!!!" Frank shook his head no, but Kevin just popped another button on his shirt.
"Just getting ready for what' next, stud. For now, my favorite part of man's anatomy. You're in great shape, frankie, but a nice tight shirt will ALWAYS show a little bit of a muffin top. SEE?" He saw the red look of embarrassment on frank's face and he felt him pull back as he ran his finger along the spot where frank's torso met his belt. "Others disagree, but I think that part of a man is SO FUCKING HOT. Especially since I have another finger to..." He took frank's nip captive and squeezed it. Frank was trying to beg and plead for release, but the gag... that DAMNED gag.
"Know how that gag can come off early, frankie? You can offer to blow me. Wanna do that?" He got a violent NO headshake from frank. "Ok, that's fine. I was trying to be nice because I REALLY wanna save my dick for your ass. But first." He pulled the clamps out of his bag. "Clothespins are for boys: clamps are for men. And you're a big, strong man, right frankie?" Frankie's eyes got big as Kevin moved closer with the clamps. He was scared. He couldn't remember the last time he was scared. Then, the pain as Kevin closed them on his nips. "First time for everything frankie. Again, lots of this to come. Now, you know what these are especially good for? These are especially good for making sure you don't put up a fight when I take you to your bed. And I'm doing that ... now. So, let's just walk into the bedroom and remember: they'll hurt even more if I pull." Frank was trying to put up a good front. He didn't want Kevin to know that his brain kept on moving from pain to pleasure. Kevin would take a step forward, and Frank would want to scream. Then he'd feel that "jolt" to his balls. He tried to convince himself that it was because of the cage, but he knew that wasn't it.
"Nice and slow, frankie. They're staying on until I get you completely stripped and tied down at the corners, so keep that in mind. "I fucking understand," Frank grunted, as Kevin pulled him to the bedroom. "Now, I'll take off the wrist restraints, but I'm pulling the chain while you slip out of the shirt. It'll hurt, frankie, but this is part of your training."
"My training for what?" Kevin laughed at the question. "Oh, this is one of the things that we'll be doing once you move in. Pulling and then..." he reached in and when he twisted the clamps, Frank gave up and screamed. "Controlling a big moose like you through his nips, is SO hot. Now, aren't you glad you're not wearing a pullover? Think how that would hurt now."
"You're probably saving it for later."
"Not tonight, frankie, but if you give me too much shit in the future, yeah, it's something I'll consider." He paused and licked his lips as Frank got out of his shirt. "GOD you are SO HOT frankie. Who would believe this big, beautiful stud takes cock up his ass? Now, I'm putting the necktie restraints down. You get out of the rest of your clothes. OH, one thing. If you take a clamp off, you'll be in so much pain that I'll have you suffering like you wouldn't believe in a jiff."
"No, I won't take them off. They just..." he winced "Hurt like hell." Kevin smiled from the corner of the bed where he was attaching one necktie. "Remember when my cock hurt that way? And see how you've gotten used to it?" Frank laughed. "Oh, I just mean the pain when I shove in, frankie. It's gonna take you a lot longer to get used to being a total bottom, but we have time. "
Frank was undressed before Kevin was finished. Kevin didn't ask, but Frank stood there, naked, hands behind his back, his chest pushed out. Kevin smiled. "That's the kind of attitude I expect, frankie. You've been conquered. Time to accept that. Now if you spread out on the bed, nice and quiet so I can tie you down, I'll EASE the clamps off. " Frank felt the silk going around his wrists, and then his ankles. "This makes it MUCH more inconvenient for getting inside of you, frankie, but it makes it easier to keep you in line when I tickle your feet."
"YOU'RE NOT TICKLING MY FEET, KEVIN," he yelled, before he felt the finger run up and down his right sole.
"That would be incorrect, frankie. Totally incorrect. " Kevin moved a finger from both of his hands to each of Frank's soles and Frank's reaction was strong. He pulled at the bonds, and made no progress. He howled. Almost NO ONE knew he was ticklish. How did Kevin know?
"It's not a huge thing with me, Frankie," Kevin explained as Frank shook and writhed. "You want me to stop?"
"YES. YES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA."
"Ok, frankie, I'll stop but I don't want to. But now you know I have yet another way of keeping you in line. We'll investigate your pits and ribs tomorrow, at my place.
"FUCK!" Frank yelled. "You're gonna do this to me TWO nights in a row?"
"Frankie, eventually it'll be EVERY night. And frequently more than once on weekends. But now... MMMM." Kevin put one of his hands on Frank's locked dick and the other began stroking his chest. He took the clamps off of Frank and laughed when Frank howled.
"I bet you want me to take off the cage, right frankie?" He grabbed Frank's balls.
"OH SHIT, YES. GOD, I need to cum." Kevin moved his hand from Frank's junk. "Ok, I'm going to let it off now, but again, a lesson to start learning, frankie. That cock is MINE now, and you don't use it without my permission. Understand?" Frank gulped. "What does that mean?"
"It means NO dick play unless I approve it. So if we're not together, and you want to shoot, you check with me for permission. Whether I give it or not depends on how you behave. But you're a GOOD OBEDIENT BOY, aren't you frankie?"
"Yeah, I am. OH GOD THANK YOU KEVIN." He felt the cage fall off. All of a sudden, he was harder than he had been in years.
"Like a big spear, frankie. So pretty. "He paused. "Who does it belong to?" Frank gulped and said in a very weak voice. "You." "GOOD, FRANKIE. And you wouldn't want to use my property without permission, would you?" Again, Frank gulped. "No. I guess not."
"I promise you, frankie, you'll get to use it tonight, after I've bred you." He looked over Frank's chest. "It looks like hairs are sprouting, frankie. Now, I didn't shave your chest. How do you keep it smooth? And why?"
"I use one of the cremes. I do it in case I do a posing contest or something like that."
"OH! So you've done competitive posing, frankie?" "Yeah, I did. I have awards. They're against the wall."
"Hmmm. Well, I think posing is good, for your Top man, but not anyone else. So you're gonna show me how good you are at it tomorrow. But about that crème?" He wrapped a hair around a finger, and he saw Frank's eyes get big. "I'll take care of keeping you smooth from now on, frankie, but the old-fashioned way: with a straight edge and some real shaving cream. We'll start this weekend. But now, DAMN. I've been looking at your handsome body too long. I want to bury into it." Frank felt Kevin's hands under his ass cheeks. Kevin had stripped after he put down the restraints and Frank had seen Kevin's wiry, fit body. "Sinewy" he thought. "Like a tough piece of meat."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH. DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO ROUGH?" He felt his ass being pierced. "No, but I want to be. I like letting my man know who's in control."
"I know that for FUCK'S SAKE. I KNOW YOU'RE IN CHARGE. HOLY SHIT. "Kevin had just pushed in REALLY hard. He had filled Frank's ass with his cock before, but never in two swift pushes.
"Frankie, I usually like to take my men from behind, but your face is SO expressive." Kevin began to move his cock around in Frank's ass. "Let's see how long it takes me to find your prostrate. Or, as it's called by everyone but you, your prostate." He was teasing. He knew exactly where to find it, and he rested his cock head on it.
"Now you understand the schedule, right frankie? You come over for a few hours tomorrow", Kevin smiled as he pulled back and then steadily pushed his cock into Frank sliding on his prostate again, as Frank gave out a sound somewhere in between a purr and a moan. "And then this weekend... I'll pick you up on Friday and bring you back before Sunday dinner. Make sure you bring more than what you need for the weekend because we need to start moving your sweet ass in, frankie." Kevin started sliding faster. "GOD, yours may be the hottest ass I've ever fucked. Let it out, boytoy," Kevin teased as Frank moaned, louder and louder. He was enjoying seeing Frank try to deal with the sensation: a sensation he loved, and hated. When Kevin finally let a load go into Frank, Frank was relieved, and disappointed. He began thinking that he wished he could talk to someone about this.
"Now, from what I can tell, someone's been a GOOD boy, huh frankie? You're hard as a rock, but no jizz." He ran his finger over Frank's cock head, and Frank let out a really long, low moan. "I thought about letting you jerk yourself off, but hey." He squeezed Frank's dick. "This belongs to me, so, I think I'll play with it." He began to edge Frank very gently.
"PLEASE. PLEASE KEVIN. LET ME CUM. LET ME SHOOT. I'M DESPERATE." "Hah, hah. I know you are quarterbitch." Frank continued to buck up and down "So if you're desperate, ask me again, but don't ask Kevin. Ask... Sir."
Kevin ran his free hand through Frank's hair. It felt good to Frank. He wondered when Kevin would make him do that. He would never have said it right after Kevin captured him, but now -- the combination of his desperation, how good it felt, and Frank's growing recognition that becoming Kevin's sub was almost inevitable -- made it easier.
"Please let me cum, SIR," slipped out of Frank's mouth, and then Kevin whispered "Say it again, big man." "Please let me cum, Sir." Kevin had a big smile on his face. "From now on, frankie, when we're here, or out together, I'm Sir. Or there's punishment."
"Yes Sir, " Frank sighed. He tried to think about how he had gotten into this mess, how he could get out, if he wanted to get out, but mostly, mostly he just wanted relief. Then he got it. Kevin had bound him pretty tightly, but he could arch his hips well enough to let out a HUGE orgasm.
"OMYGOD. THANK YOU, SIR THANK, YOU." Frank wanted to cry and came close to it.
"You're welcome, baby. Who's your man?" When Frank answered, "You are, Sir," Kevin bent down and kissed him gently. "MMMM. Is there a part of you that doesn't make me crazy?" He got up from the bed and looked at Frank. Then he began to get dressed. Frank was confused.
"Hey, what? I know you're not staying but, aren't you gonna let me up?" Kevin began to cackle. "I'm just thinking about how your mom would react if she found you in here like this. How you could explain it. And how much you'd struggle before she came home. I think that's worth a home movie and I'm putting it on my to do list. "He sighed. "But yeah, I'm letting you up. I have a feeling your mom knows about us generally, but she doesn't know the specifics." He untied Frank's ankles first, purring "I want at these feet real soon, sexy boy," then he undid the wrist restraints.
"You've got a lot of cleaning to do. Got to get the room in order before mom comes back. Now, no playing with yourself, frankie. And wait until you get my text tomorrow afternoon. I may be a little later than usual. Tomorrow is staff evaluations, so I need to grab time when I can." He stepped behind Frank and nibbled his ear. "I'm gonna be in a suit and tie all day. You want me to stay dressed up for you, frankie?" His hand was on Frank's pec. The thought of seeing Kevin as more of an authority figure was...stimulating. Frank whispered. "Yeah. Yes sir"
"Oh, this is gonna be fun. And the weekend is shaping up nicely. I can't wait. Kiss me, boy, and then, I'm off."
When Kevin was gone, Frank began cleaning up the place. Parts of what had happened were running through his head, and that sense of a lightning bolt to his balls started again. His ass began to feel sore, and he realized, Kevin was going back there tomorrow: he knew it. Dare he ask for a reprieve. "I know better" he said to no one, and a stronger bolt went to his balls.