When he was sleeping with Doug, pete couldn't help it: his mind drifted to the days with Jake. He enjoyed his time with Jake, and there was no question: he took FULL responsibility for spoiling the relationship, BUT.. why did he stray? In thinking about it, he realized that he really wasn't getting what he wanted out of the relationship with Jake. The sex was great, the bondage was SUPER great, but... as Doug had observed, pete wanted to be controlled. He wanted to know that, when he was with his partner, everything, from whether to stop and get a hot dog, to what they did in bed that night, was in his partner's control. Jake wasn't big on humiliation either. Humiliation got pete HOT. One of his fantasies was to be brought into a party, naked and bound, and observed by all the men, commented on, maybe prodded, and then... well, he blushed at this - fucked in public by his partner. Now THAT was never going to happen with Jake. He wasn't sure if any of it were going to happen with Doug, and if it were, how much. But he wanted it. He thought it was possible that there would be more with Doug, but they were just starting. For now, he was biding his time. Doug had picked up on his obsession with smell. That was a good sign. Let's see what else happened. He felt his hair pulled . Not too hard, but hard enough to notice.
"HEY. What the fuck is that mouth doing up here, when my cock is hard down below. It's your job to fix that pete. GET TO IT." "Oh, uh, YES SIR..." pete threw the blankets off them and saw how thick and huge Doug's morning hard one was. He hoped he didn't scrape too hard with his chin, because pete didn't shave every day, and there was a fair amount of scruff. He went down on Doug's cock, and when he tried to pull back, he found Doug's hand holding his head in place.
"MMMMMPH" he tried to question what Doug was doing, and from the corner of his eye, pete saw that Doug was smiling. "You'll pull back when I say you do, BOTTOM?" "MMMMMPH HMMMMPH." was how "Yes sir" came out. Stuck there, pete did what he could. He teased Doug's cock with his tongue. "FUCKING YES. OH YES. GOOD BOI. " He released the hold on pete's head, and then pete felt his hand go to his backside, and a finger snaking into his hole. Again, he felt propelled forward, albeit gently, from the force of that finger , and then the second one that went in. The sounds he was making went to a higher pitch. Doug was moving his fingers inside him "Like a butterfly is trapped in there, boi." The word "boi" was a trigger, and pete found his own cock getting harder. When Doug bucked up, and shoved his cock in further, that just made him even more rigid. Then when Doug took his second hand, and began stroking his ear.... pete wanted to just burst. "You suck that cock boi. You take care of your man the way you're supposed to. GET USED TO IT. " Dough laughed. "Know what you need, petey ? You need a chain on your neck. Something I can pull: forward or backward. Let you know what you're supposed to do." Now, pete had always wanted one of those: a slave necklace. One of the reasons he had hated anthony at first, was he had one: Jake had never given one to pete, and he was jealous. He thought he knew why now: he had misread Jake, and had not been servile enough when he needed to be servile, and too servile when Jake wanted him passive. What did Doug want? There was only one way to know for sure. He'd ask. AFTER he swallowed the load Doug was about to deliver. His hips were moving faster and faster, and his grip had tightened on Pete's "sexy curls," as he called them. "OH MY SWEET PETE!" he yelled, as the cum poured out of him. His fingers were still in pete's ass, and they pushed forward, and found pete's prostate. Once Doug had found what he called the "accelerator button," there was no holding back. pete's mouth was off Doug's cock and he moaned, loud, as his own seed joined Doug's. The orgasm exhausted him. He lay back and he was smiling. So was Doug. "Hey... AWESOME SUCKING DUDE" Doug would occasionally pretend to be some hipster, and it always amused pete that his exceptionally smart, exceptionally horny boyfriend would pretend like that. And it always made him extremely happy when Doug would roll over on top of him, and just stroke his face, kiss him, smile at him and tell him how handsome he was. He did all of that this morning, and then he hugged "my petey bird" as he called him. pete loved the nickname. It was private.
After showering and over coffee, pete reached out and covered Doug's hand with his. Doug looked up. "Something's wrong." "No, no. Nothing's wrong. NOTHING. I'm really happy Doug. I'm blissfully happy. I think things are going great. I just wanted to ask : what did you want: how do you want this relationship to go, and.... well, I want to tell you what I want. Can we do that?" Doug looked at his watch. "I have two hours. When do you have to go and feed the little wretches? " That was his nickname for pete's cells. "Ha. They'll be hungry when I get there, but a little patience will do them good. "Ok... let's talk. By the way, I LOVE when you're in the kitchen in just those skinny shorts. Are they from high school?" pete blushed. "Yes sir. They are. When I was running track. " "They hug your ass. They make it even more desirable. By the way, the finger work does NOT satisfy the daily butt sex requirement. Just so you know." pete laughed. "I hoped it didn't. But seriously Doug, hear me out. I want you to be more dominant. NOT that you're not dominant, but MORE. I want MORE. I want you to push me harder. Take more control. Doug became pensive. "How about giving me some examples." "Well, here's a simple one: know how you ask me what I want for breakfast, or where we wanna eat?" "Uh huh." "Doug, I'm your sub. I don't get a choice. YOU'RE in charge. " Doug smiled. "I like that." In bed.. what you did this morning. "The blow job?" "More than that. Forcing my head down so it couldn't move. OH GOD I LOVED THAT. Doug, maybe you don't realize how strong your hands are. When you use them... I melt. " "Hmmm. I can get into this, petey. It kinda fits in where I'm thinking." "How's that Sir?" Doug smiled, but he also blushed. "You've got a life and you've got classes, etc, and that's all independent of me. But when you're with me: ESPECIALLY in this apartment, but also when we're on the street together or at someone's house, or even , frankly, at your mom's: I want you to understand: I'm the boss. You do what I say. " pete smiled. "You know, I can do that. I want that. I wanna be totally under your control." He paused. "But I need reinforcement. I know you told me not to mention Jake's name, but just once: Jake never understood that what he wanted kinda changed from day to day, and I couldn't read his mind. Yes, it lead to spankings, which I loved, but... it also almost gave me an ulcer." Doug got up, stood behind pete, and began massaging his shoulders. "There are those strong hands. DAMN. I'm gonna be boy putty Sir." "We can make this work, pete. Let's try. " He reached down and kissed pete. "Starting tonight. I have an idea, but I'm not telling you about it. Let's just say... well, I'm gonna say nothing." pete grinned. "I'm gonna be hard all day." He was. And he had no idea what Doug had in store for him.
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Doug had a bondage scenario in store for pete: one where he would learn, unambiguously, that he was the sub, and belonged, wholly, to Doug. A few days before, when Doug was going through their now joined closet, he found a very old pair of jeans: faded, knees ripped out, on pete's side. "Whore jeans" he had thought. He pulled them out that afternoon. pete was gonna wear them. Then, he got his gear together: nipple clamps, a small paddle (he knew pete didn't like pain: he'd have to get over that a bit), rope, duct tape... and blindfolds. Then he texted pete. "I expect you home by 5:30: no later. " He sent the text at 1:40. He had an answer at 1:42 "YES SIR!" Then Doug went about his business. He was finished with classes at 4, met with a student to go over an assay, and headed back to the apartment. He checked his watch: 4:45. Timing perfect. At the same time, pete was taking off his lab coat, checking the cells to make sure they were okay, and cleaning down his station. He was working on a mutation in a strain of bacteria: trying to induce it. The last batch had been a failure, so he set up again, and started their culture. It would take a few days before he had enough of them to start the mutation protocol, so he could take it easy. He smiled as he hung up the lab coat, and grabbed his camel leather jacket. The talk with Doug that morning had been good. What would the night be like, he wondered. He got another text from his boyfriend "If you're not on your way home, you better be thinking why not?" "I am Sir. " "Then put your phone away, and walk with your hands behind you back. As if you were tied up. " "OOOOH YES SIR!" pete could do that. He was being controlled, semi-long distance, via the phone. He liked it. When he got in the apartment, he saw Doug sitting there. "Hey sir. Hope your day went well." Doug was head to foot in black. Not leather, but a turtleneck, jeans, socks, sneakers. He was rubbing his little goatee. He didn't smile. "GET YOUR SWEET ASS IN THE BEDROOM, AND CHANGE. WHAT YOU'RE WEARING , IS ON THE BED." pete cracked a small smile. "Yes sir." He saw the jeans. "WOW. When was the last time he had worn them? Jake HATED them. He thought they were "inappropriate " for someone over 20. pete had kept them though. Now he wondered. He was slim, but these jeans were old: could he get in them? He saw there were no other garments around. He stripped down, and tried to push his hard on to between his thighs, so he could get the buttons on the 501s closed more easily. He did, but he had to work on it. He walked into the living room, shirtless, shoeless, where Doug was waiting. "SIT IN THE CHAIR. GET YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK." "GULP... YES SIR" pete was still smiling as he felt the ropes going around his wrists. "What do you plan to do with me, Sir?" "ANYTHING I FUCKING WANT. And right now, that means..." pete heard the duct tape being ripped. He wasn't a fan. It always stuck to his naturally hairy face, and if it were wrapped around his head , his hair... well.. Doug didn't get his hair, but he stretched three good sized pieces across pete's lips. No sound was gonna get out. pete saw the tit clamps on the table and grunted 'mmmmmph." Doug followed his eyes to the clamps. "Yup. We're gonna use them. You're not a fan are you?" pete shook his head. "Well, do we know who makes decisions here?" pete shook his head yes. "I like them. We're using them. Just. Not. Yet." pete didn't see the blindfold until Doug had it in his hand. "FUCK" he thought. He always wanted to use them. If he wore a blindfold every time he had sex, it wouldn't be enough. "Now, you'll have to guess what I'm going to do. I'll miss those beautiful eyes of yours, but I'll have plenty of them later." He put them on pete, and he saw nothing . He just felt Doug's finger, twisting his right nip, and his beard scruff, rubbing the right side of his neck. He moaned through the gag as Doug whispered "You belong to me, manbitch." "MMMMPMPHPH." pete began to tremble. He felt Doug's hands push his legs apart, gently but firmly. Then he felt the paddle rub back and forth on his crotch, very slowly. "Discipline for a sub is important pete. You were home on time tonight, but you're gonna learn what happens if you're late.." The paddle came down, gently, but it DID come down "MMMMPH!" and Doug grinned. "I'm being gentle. I can be MUCH rougher with this. And the usual punishment, is ten paddle whacks, for every minute you're late. So... if you were three minutes late.." The whacks came down. At fifteen, pete wished he weren't gagged so he could beg Doug to stop. At 25, he began to cry, and at 30: he felt proud. Doug had grabbed him by the front of his hair and pulled his head back. He kissed him through the tape. "GOOD BOI. SEE? You can take it. Paddling is on the menu from now on. " "MMMMMPH." pete had tried to call out "FUCK THAT." He was glad the gag was on. He didn't know how Doug would have reacted. "Now, pete, what should we do first.... feet, or nips? " pete began to sweat. "Feet. There are SO many ways you can torture a man's feet ." He felt a rope going around his ankles, and then, Doug lifting his feet onto his lap. Then the tickling began. pete was VERY ticklish and Doug knew it. Gagged, the laughs couldn't get out. Not seeing where Doug's fingers were going, was worse. "OH, and the thing about foot tickling pete, is it reminds me... there are other parts of you to tickle. " He felt Doug's fingers dig into his ribs. Since he was so thin, the touch went RIGHT to his nerve endings. Doug had him secured so tightly, he couldn't move much. It was maddening. Then it stopped. And his feet were back in Doug's lap again. For paddling. "Most people don't realize how sensitive their feet are. You're gonna learn.." There was just a gentle tapping up and down his feet, but pete felt it. He couldn't see the spot forming at the crotch of those ripped jeans. "AH. It's working. Someone is gonna have to learn to work on his precum. " pete felt Doug take off the blindfold. "OH, they're even prettier as they readjust to the light. SO pretty." Doug's hands were on pete's shoulders, massaging them. He kissed both of his eyes and whispered "Are you ok with this pete? " pete shook his head YES as vigorously as possible. He felt Doug squeezing his left nipple now, and he tried to moan, again.
"Can't forget to use these, studmuffin." pete saw Doug pick up the clamps. He saw Doug's smile as he rubbed them back and forth over his nips. "Now, push that chest out, sub boi. Show your Master those tits." pete took a deep breath, and then, pushed out his chest. He saw one, then the other, close on his nipples. A long, low moan escaped the tape gag, and it continued, as Doug twisted the fasteners, pulled the chain, and generally made pete's life miserable. As he pulled the chain, and pete screamed, he smiled and said "Know what a favorite game of mine is? I put the chain in your mouth, then I paddle your balls. If you moan and drop it well... who's fault is that?" "OH SHIT" thought pete. I'd die. He looked down and saw that there was a large wet spot at his crotch. Pete looked at him. "Time to haul your sweet ass to bed and fuck it." pete's ankles were still tied. He didn't know how he was going to get up and walk, until he felt Doug toss him over his shoulder. He didn't realize this guy was so strong. Nor did he realize that the clamps, caught between Doug's shoulder and his chest, were going to hurt more. Or that it was gonna feel so good to have Doug's hand on his ass. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH." Doug started laughing. "Sorry you don't like it bitch. Get used to it. It could get MUCH worse, if I were to toss you on your belly." "MMMMMMMMMMMMP. MPMPHPPHPPPPP." Instead, Doug lay pete down on his back, his hands still tied behind him, his lips still gagged, the clamps still on his nips. The last item changed, as he twisted them, once, and released them. He began sliding off pete's jeans. It wasn't easy. pete's cock jumped out, standing at attention like a soldier. Then Doug dropped his own pants, and pete saw "the Admiral" as he called it. Doug's cock was red, blue, and rigid. "Eventually, I'm gonna handcuff your ankles to your wrist when I do these petey bitch. But for today, just good old fashioned plowing.." pete felt Doug's cockhead and that sensation blew out anything else, until he was filled with his man's cock. "OH YES. OH YES... SWEET JESUS." He was moaning through the tape. Doug seemed to know, and he smiled. He gave pete a hard thrust before he pulled back, and then out. He had an evil look on his face, as he slowly... VERY slowly... pulled the tape off pete's face. "OH, JESUS. Thank you Sir. Thank you. OOOOOOOH." Doug was back inside him, fucking him slow, and long, He grabbed pete's balls. "Who owns these?" "You so SIR. They're yours. ' Doug grinned and squeezed them. "You gotta cum, don't you petey?" "Yes sir. I do. PLEASE." "NOT BEFORE ME." pete came close to begging him not to squeeze his balls, but he thought better of it. Doug was impressed that he didn't. He didn't show any mercy though, as he fucked pete for a good half hour , pulling out, increasing the speed, slowing down, before finally. he reared back and released into pete. When he did, he squeezed pete's balls a little bit harder, and pete lost it. He shot an even bigger load than Doug had. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
As he held pete afterward, Doug asked "who was your boyfriend before Jake, petey boi?" There was a pause. pete had felt a little chilled, and he grabbed one of Doug's sweaters and tossed it on. "Well, Sir, he was really the first. I mean, I wasn't a virgin with him, but everything else was... I dunno, no more than a couple of weeks. " "How long were you two together?" "Hmmmm. A year? A year and a quarter? Something like that." Doug hugged him. "I'm not going to ask anymore. I was just curious." "Now, can I ask you something Sir?" "Sure. " pete sat up, leaning on his bent elbow. "Why did you pick me? I mean, you could have just let me go by, or gotten up and left at the end, but... " Doug smiled. "Welllll.... there's a very simple, very basic answer." He kissed pete on his nose "You're my type. I like guys who are taller than me, thin , curly haired, and a little geeky." "GEEKY?" pete feigned insult. He knew he was geeky. "And I like long legs. And you've got those... Which reminds me.. at some point I am going to tie those feet together, toss you on your belly and find out how ticklish the back of your knees are, so be careful when you wear those flirty shorts." pete blushed. "You knew I was flirting, Sir?" Doug laughed. "pete, you may be a terrific scientist, but you suck at being subtle." Again pete feigned insult . "And grabbing a guy's wrist and saying 'you're coming with me,' is subtle?" Doug laughed. "No, but it worked didn't it?" Now pete kissed him. "Yeah, it did Sir. But WHY?" Doug sighed. "Well, on the one hand, a guy as cute as you, walking alone, staring at people having friends: I took a guess that you were available. And if you weren't, I had protection. You were alone, I was with six guys. I was safe." "Ha ha. I wasn't" "No, you weren't. When you walked over, I had made up my mind that I was going to have you. If you had pulled away, I would've asked if maybe you wanted to have coffee, or a drink or something." He smiled. "Believe me, I did NOT plan on bedding you as quickly as I did." "You know you're NOT my type Sir. I like bad boys?" Doug shrugged his shoulders. "You're free to go if you want to." "NO, NO. I didn't mean it that way. I meant... you're just so, well, unique that you're crushing all of my assumptions." "Such as?....." "Like I couldn't be with anyone but a scientist." Dough laughed. "Oh, you're SO young in some ways, pete, SO young... " He kissed pete flat on the lips. "I'm gonna make a phone call. Maybe my friend Russ and his partner Jon can meet us for a drink. Jon's a microbiologist. It'll do you good to be with another gay scientist. You can talk about things like codon wobble. Russ and I will discuss Sondheim." "Who?" Doug rolled his eyes. "So young. " He pushed pete's face into his armpit as he made the call. He and Russ talked a while and then he turned to pete, who had begun licking his pit. Doug pulled him away. "Thirty minutes. You're gonna like these people..." He kissed pete again, got up and looked through the closet. He pulled out a red turtleneck and a pair of black jeans. "Not commando. Put on some underwear or something. But this will show off your ass. I want my friends to see I've got a sexy boyfriend." pete was about to say something and realized: he couldn't do that: he didn't have any friends he felt he knew well enough. Doug saw the shadow fall over his face. "Hey, what just happened, sweetie?" pete smiled. "Nothing. Really Sir, nothing. Well, something, but nothing important. I'll tell you tonight. "