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Monday
George
I got up early to check my email. Like a good boy, I'd done what Corey demanded when I got home yesterday, sending him the information he asked for. And now I was checking for instructions. What could he possibly want to do to me? After all, what had I done to him? Yeah, I stared at him a lot. And probably made him feel pretty uncomfortable. So he was pissed at me and wanted to get even. So he'll probably come up with some way to make me feel uncomfortable and call it even. I don't doubt that he'll make the revenge worse than the offense, but then, the offense wasn't really much of anything.
There was an email waiting for me from somebody named HotCorey@aol.com with the subject line, Sandy Hook. Guess who?
'Good morning Mr. Parker,
I just wanted to remind you that you're mine. You've been a dirty old man and a creep and you're gonna have to pay the price. From now on, you'll do what I tell you to do. Don't worry, I'm not going to take over the bank or get you fired. And I have no intention of hurting you, physically anyway. But you're gonna pay, by doing as I say. For starters, until further notice, you'll be going commando, free-balling. No underwear, in case you're not up to date on the terminology. I'll be checking you at least once a day to make sure. And if I catch you wearing anything under your pants, no matter what the excuse, you will get an additional punishment. I've attached a zip file with the pics I took yesterday. You're very photogenic. Don't forget our date tonight. Oh yeah, be naked when I get there. You're not to wear anything at home when I'm visiting you. And no hiding behind the door when you let me in, just open wide for me. See you at work.
Corey'
His tone was menacing, but his 'command' was pretty simple. Sounds like he might want to just play with me for a bit. Maybe this won't be so bad. I downloaded and opened the file he sent. God, it was so obvious what was on my face and dick. He has a very good camera.
I went in to work with a very nervous feeling in my stomach. I hadn't been able to eat anything. Our office is a small one. We open at 8:30, so everyone has to be there at 8:15. I'm there at 8:00, to have my coffee and let everyone in. As I open the door, I greet each employee by name and get a variety of greetings back, depending on the kind of night each has had. With Corey, it's always been the same.
"Good morning, Corey, how's it going?"
Grunt.
This morning, he was the third one in. I went through my usual greeting, very nervously.
"Great! How's it going with you, George?"
"Okay, I guess."
All morning, he was polite and responsive when I had to talk to him. He called me George, rather than Mr. Parker. At one point though, he really threw me. I was behind the counter and he and Anita were working adjoining windows. Anita is a black Hispanic teller somewhere around forty, one of my favorites. She turned to him.
"So how was the beach yesterday, baby? Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, it was great. Just ask George."
Fuck! What did he mean by that?
"What do you mean?"
"I ran into George at the beach yesterday. He can tell you how great it was."
"You go to the nude beach at Sandy Hook, George?"
"Yeah, Anita, I have on occasion for years. It's fun and a really good beach."
Fortunately, a phone call made me go back to my desk and ended the conversation. But from my desk, I could see Corey and Anita talking, looking at me and laughing. My God, what was he telling her?
Corey
This is gonna be fun, but I have to do it just right. He's on edge, expecting the worst, waiting for it to come at any time. So the trick is to keep him there. For me to get my rocks off and to keep him expecting his whole world to come crashing down at any minute. Serves him right for being a dirty old man. I've decided to lighten up in the bank, talk to him like the others, make him feel a bit loose about it all, but throw in a reminder now and then. Like I said, send him mixed signals, keep him on edge.
I had a little fun with him and Anita. She had no idea what I was referring to, but he did. And I kept him wondering. Today he takes early lunch and I go late. I had to time my next move just right. Just before he was expected back from lunch, I took the note I had printed last night over to his desk. It said, in 24-point type,
' George, after work, please pick up a large vibrator, at least eight inches long, if you don't already have one. And you might also want to get a medium black butt plug. I know they're kind of small, but if you already have a bigger one, that will do.'
There was no one around his desk. I waited until I could see he was almost at the front door and stuck the note in the corner of his desk blotter, in open sight, then slipped through the door and was behind to counter as he walked in. He went right over to his desk and paled as he saw the note lying there, out in the open, in huge type. He quickly slipped it into a drawer and looked around for any signs that anyone had seen it. I was back at my window by then. He glared at me. I gave him my sweetest smile.
George
Damn, what a risky stunt that was, leaving that note on my desk. Who knows how long it was there and if anyone saw it. No one acted as if they had, so maybe he left it there just before I came in. But I'm gonna need tranquilizers if he keeps doing this. A few minutes later he left for lunch. He stopped at Betty's desk, in front of mine, to chat for a bit. Betty is in her late fifties and is everyone's mother. Just as he was about to leave, he looked up at me.
"Catch you later, George."
"See you later, Corey."
As he left, Betty turned to me.
"He seems to be finally warming up to you, George. He's such a sweet boy. I could never understand why he kept his distance from you. I guess maybe he's just shy around other men."
"Yeah, maybe."
"I mean, he warmed up to Richard right away, but even though you're both gay, in my book you a lot more of a man than Richard."
"Thanks, Betty, but Richard's an okay guy."
"Oh, I'm not saying he isn't. I like him and he can be very funny."
All through the conversation with Betty, my mind was racing forward to tonight. An evening of pizza and beer? And an eight-inch vibrator and butt plug? Looks like I'm going to be making a trip up Route 10 to the adult bookstore after work.
I drove out to the store and went in hoping no one who knew me was driving past. For someone who has been openly gay his entire adult life, I can be very modest. Once inside, I started browsing the toy selection. I'd been there a few times, mostly to cruise the video booths in the back when I got really horny and desperate. I found the vibrators. Oh, great! They had seven inch and nine inch. No eight inchers. And Corey had made it clear that it had to be at least eight, so I had to go for the nine. Either that or go to the larger store in Kenvil, but I didn't think I had time for that. I can't imagine I'll be able to do anything with a nine inch one, but I bought it.
Corey
I got to old man Parker's townhouse about ten to seven and waited in the car for just the right moment. A few minutes later, I spotted this elderly couple heading my way, out for their evening walk, I guess. I grabbed the bag I had brought with me and hurried up to Parker's door. As they approached, I rang the bell. Perfect timing. The door flew wide open with naked Georgie standing there just as they passed. They both turned and looked. The woman put her hand over her mouth and gasped, but didn't take her eyes off him. The old man scowled and looked away. Parker grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut.
"Hey, that wasn't very nice, George."
"You timed that to embarrass me. I know them. They are my neighbors. I don't know how I can face them again."
"Oh, don't be such a prude. You'll make up something to tell them. It's no big deal. You got my note this afternoon?"
"God, how could you leave something like that on my desk? Anyone could have seen it."
"Get used to it Georgie. From now on, you're living on the edge. Just relax and get over it. You have nothing to say about it anyway, so just go with the flow. Did you get the beer and the toys?"
"Yeah, I've got both. The only pizzeria open on Monday is Pizza Hut. Do you want me to call them?
"In a while. Get a couple of beers and then we'll get you ready. Then we can order the pizza. They do deliver, don't they?"
"Yeah. But what do you mean, get me ready?"
"Get the beers and I'll tell you."
George
I got a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator and came back to Corey. It felt so demeaning with him totally dressed and me naked. But I had no choice.
"Let's go to your bathroom of choice, Georgie. You need a shower."
" What do you mean? I took one this morning. "
Corey sighed.
"When are you going to stop questioning me? When I say something, I mean it. You just do it. It's not open to discussion."
So I led him up to the bathroom connected to my bedroom. It has a whirlpool bathtub and a large stall shower. He carried the paper bag he came in with.
"Okay, George, spread some towels out on the floor and then take a quick shower. You don't have to really wash, just get wet from your neck down."
I grabbed a couple of towels from the linen closet and covered the floor, then stepped into the shower and got wet. Corey leaned against the sink and watched.
"Good enough. Come out and stand in front of me."
I turned off the shower and did what he demanded, wondering what was going on. I knew when he reached in the bag and pulled out a can of shaving cream and a razor.
"In about fifteen minutes, there won't be a hair on your body beneath your chin. Then you'll see that you are the boy."
I panicked. Not that I haven't occasionally trimmed my pubes or shaved my balls. In fact, I shaved them before going to the beach yesterday. But my whole body?
"C'mon, Corey. The bank picnic is on Sunday. I'll be wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. And I usually go swimming. You can't do this to me this week."
"Oh shit, I forgot about the picnic. I haven't been to one. What's it like? I mean, there's only nine of us."
"It's more than just our branch. It's employees from all of the branches in the county, and their dates, or spouses, and kids. A whole lot of people. It's held at a country club and they provide the picnic food and drinks, plus we get to use the tennis courts and swimming pool. It's a lot of fun. Carlos and I went every year."
"You took your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, right from the start. It seemed the natural thing to do. He's so charming everyone loved him. And he probably ended up knowing more people than me, because I tend to be shy."
Wow! He may be an old letch, but he's got balls. Taking his boyfriend to the company picnic all those years ago when he wasn't in management? I don't think I could do that today.
"Okay, I'm a nice guy and can be reasonable. I'll leave your arms and legs alone. Maybe we'll do them next week. But the rest goes. I hope you realize how generous I'm being."
Corey
I started spreading the shaving cream over his wet chest and stomach and then began shaving him with long careful strokes. He objected when I started on his armpits. I relented, knowing he'd be swimming. You see, I am really a nice guy. The pubes took the most time. I wish I had brought scissors to cut the hair short before shaving. But he didn't have really bushy pubic hair, so it wasn't so bad. And I didn't have to touch his balls, since he'd done them himself yesterday. The most fun was his ass. I made him bend over and spread his cheeks. Then I squirted a lot shaving cream right at his hole. I spread it up and down his crack and went to town, shaving every last little hair from his butt. It made me wonder about my own ass. I don't think I have any hair down there, but I haven't really paid that much attention. I'll have to check it out when I get home. I had him get in the shower and rinse.
"Looks like we're done. Though I don't think I can call you Mr. Parker again, now that you look like a boy. Dry off while I go downstairs and call Pizza Hut."
I went down and called in the order. He came down a few minutes later looking so naked. Without the hair, I realized what a really nice chest and abdomen he had. Damn, he's got a good body. I gotta start working on mine, or I'll never look that good when I'm his age.
"The pizza will be here in a few minutes. I hope you realize you're paying. It's $12.00, plus tip."
"Yeah, Corey, I realize that I'm paying for everything."
"I only mention it to spare you embarrassment. After all, you're going to have to go to the door, take the pizza, pay for it and tip the kid just the way you are. So you might want to have exact change ready. See how nice I am?"
"I can't open the door to a stranger in the nude, especially shaved. And probably a teenager."
"Sure you can, Georgie. You'll think of something to say."
The doorbell rang. He looked through the peephole-the pizza kid. He grabbed his wallet. All he had were a few twenties. He asked if I could break a twenty. I could but said no. Well, the kid was not only going to see a weird nude show but get a great tip. George opened the door. The kid's eyes widened. George grabbed the box and shoved a twenty at him.
"Sorry, you caught me just out of the shower. Keep the change."
The old man's a good sport. I'll bet he's really pissed at me by now, but he's not showing it. We sat at the counter in the kitchen and had our pizza and another beer. And talked about normal things.
"So what do you want to do with your life, Corey?"
"I don't know. It seems like business is where the money is. I've got an A.A. degree in business from County College, but you probably know that. In the fall, I'm going to school at night for my B.A. By the time I get that, I'll have some pretty good experience in banking and be able to move on toward an M.B.A."
"Sounds like a plan. I started out in this business with a B.A. in philosophy. It got me a job, but hasn't moved me along very far. I think I do a good job, and so does the bank, but I'm not aggressive, so I haven't moved up the way some others have."
"You must know by now that I don't like you for personal reasons, but I'll have to admit that you are the one person at the bank who I can come to with any question and get an answer. If you don't have the answer, you find it. You are a real professional."
"Thanks. It's odd. I almost never hear that from management, but I hear it from someone who is blackmailing and dominating me."
"I told you before, George, you really made me feel lousy the way your eyes devoured me when I first started at the bank. I have to work that through. I've had enough pizza, let's go upstairs."
George
I led him back up to my bedroom.
"You've got the perfect bed. This is gonna be so much fun. Lie down across it on your back, with your head just slightly over the side."
I did as he asked. Funny, they sound like requests, but I know they are orders. I have a four-poster king sized bed with a substantial headboard. The posts at the foot of the bed are very short, with no footboard at all. I lay down as he requested. He reached into his paper bag again and pulled out some short pieces of rope. He took one and tied one end to my right wrist and the other end to the post on the headboard. He took another and tied one end to my left wrist and the other end to the small post at the foot of the bed. He took two more pieces of rope from the bag and tied them around my ankles. I thought he would tie them to the other two posts, leaving me spread-eagled. Instead, he pulled my right leg up and back and tied the roped to the same post my right arm was tied to. He did the same to my left leg. This left me on my back, doubled over, ass in the air.
"Corey, this is really uncomfortable. What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, you're gonna love it. Well, maybe you won't, but I will and you have no choice, so you really ought to try to enjoy it."
He got on the bed behind me and squirted some lube on my hole. Then he started working it in with his fingers. He kept switching fingers, I never knew which finger he had in me or even how many. But it felt good. Then I heard and felt the vibrating head or the toy I had purchased today. I knew there was no way I could take anything that big. But between all of the loosening up Corey had done and the vibrating, it finally slid in. It hurt a bit at first, but the vibration was so relaxing. Before I knew it, Corey had the whole nine inches buried in me. I thought he was going to fuck me with it, but once it was in, he just left it there and climbed off the bed. He reached in the bag again and pulled out the digital camera. He must have taken 5 pictures of me tied up, bent double with a vibrator in my ass. For one, he pulled it almost all the way out, just to show how big it was.
"I had your ass yesterday, and loved it, but today I want your mouth. But first I wanted to make sure your ass wasn't feeling neglected. Now just lean your head back over the edge of the bed, open your mouth and I'll fuck you. I want to caution you to watch your teeth. Any scraping and I will have to think up some additional punishment."
Corey
He let his head fall over the edge of the bed and opened his mouth. Ah, a perfect straight line down his throat. I just hoped his throat would open up. I stood over his face, opened my fly, pulled out my dick and fed it into his mouth, all the while looking down at the vibrator doing it's job in his ass pussy.
As soon as I put my dick in his mouth, he started to suck. Old habits are hard to break.
"You don't have to suck. I'm just going to fuck your mouth and throat. It's just a hole for me to use. You don't have to do anything."
I slid in about five inches and hit the narrowing of his throat. I gently pumped a couple of times, but kept hitting the same spot. I pulled out of him.
"Got any poppers, Georgie?"
"In the drawer of the stand on the other side of the bed."
I went around the bed and opened the drawer. An interesting assortment of stuff. A cock ring, a porn magazine, some condoms, a tube of KY and other grooming junk. I dug through and found the little brown bottle. I grabbed it and slipped the cock ring into my pocket.
I held his head up and had him deeply inhale the poppers a couple of times. Then I lowered his head back into position and stuck my dick into his mouth again. This time it slid all the way in. So I pumped into his mouth, playing with and torturing his nipples, looking at the end of the vibrator sticking out of his ass, tapping it occasionally, pulling it out and shoving it back in now and then. It wasn't long before I was pouring my seed down his throat. I hope he got to taste it, because I think he's gonna get a lot more, but I think most of it went right from my cock down his throat.
I pulled out of his mouth. The vibrator kept buzzing up his ass. I untied his legs and lowered them to the bed. I turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of him, took it in the bathroom and washed it off.
Then I went back into the bedroom and untied his arms.
"You are a really hot fuck at both ends, George. Sorry you didn't cum this time, but we'll have lots more opportunities."
"What do you want from me Corey? An apology? Okay, I'm sorry I stared at you so much. But you shouldn't be offended. It was a compliment. You're beautiful. I'm sure lots of people, men and women, stare at you a lot. But they are not forced to spend over thirty hours a week in the same room as you, the way I am so you don't notice them."
"I don't want anything. And I want everything. Whatever. When I know, you'll know. Just be ready. Let's go downstairs for another beer before I leave."
George
I stood up, feeling stiff and sore from having been tied in that uncomfortable position for over half an hour. My ass felt really empty after he removed the monster vibrator I never thought he would get in there in the first place. Corey put his dick back in his pants and left the room. I followed him downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed two beers from the fridge and sat next to him at the counter.
"There's more pizza. I could heat it up if you like."
Why was I being so nice to him?
"Thanks, George, but I don't think so. I've had what I wanted. You know, you were really good up there. I know you have no choice in this, but you didn't object to anything. That's a first. And you're a really good fuck."
"I guess I've resigned myself to it. You know I'm attracted to you. And I like you. So I really don't mind having sex with you, even if I have no control over it. But tell me, how long is this going to go on?"
"I don't know, George. Right now, I'm having more fun than I can ever remember. So it'll go on as long as it keeps being fun. I've gotta go now. Thanks for the pizza and beer. And thanks for being such a great host. See you tomorrow."