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SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE
by TY SHANNON
CHAPTER 2
About three weeks later I ran into him in a local gay bar.
We played a few games of pool, and he was shooting pretty good. He
told me that he had tried to call me a couple times at the Shamrock,
but I wasn't there.
Eventually he came to the point, "When do you want to get
together again?"
"How about tonight?" That's what I was in here for.
"Sounds good."
"What's it worth?"
"$40."
"It's a deal."
We had another beer and played a couple more games of pool, and
then left. We were in his car and heading for his place, when he
asked, "Last time you said you wanted to try getting fucked. Are
you into that now?"
"No. That costs more." I was just not ready for that yet --
unless he really paid for it.
"Are you still into the leather scene?"
"Sure." At least I didn't mind, since I thought I could trust
him not to get too wild.
We got to his place and went right upstairs. I undressed while
he got out his leather toys, but I left my bikini shorts on -- I
knew that would turn him on.
I stood there while he put the cuffs on my ankles and wrists,
and then buckled a slave collar around my neck. I started to have a
few doubts about what he was doing, but it went okay the last time.
I would just have to trust him.
Then he took a piece of heavy chain about 4' long and draped
it over the back of my neck, so the ends hung down at my sides.
I had to react, "Don't! It's cold!"
He just pressed it tightly against my body. "Don't worry, it
will warm up in a couple minutes." I shivered a little, but stood
there wondering what he was going to do next.
He pulled my left wrist behind my back and took the end of the chain
on my right side, pulled it back under my right armpit and clipped it to
the cuff. Then my right hand went back and clipped to the other end
of the chain, so my hands were crossed behind my back. But it wasn't
too tight or uncomfortable.
Then he closed the bedroom door and I saw that there was a
full-length mirror on it. He moved me over so I was standing in
front of it. I looked at myself, with my bikini shorts on and the
chain around me, and my hands fastened behind me. I thought it was
pretty sexy, and my dick agreed. He undressed except for his brief
shorts.
Then he stepped up behind me and looked over my shoulder at my
image in the mirror, and I smiled back at him. He reached around in
front of me and started caressing my chest and stomach. I watched
as one hand worked SLOWLY downwards to my shorts, and my cock started to
respond. He told me to spread my feet some and I did, and his hand
moved farther down and slid over my inner thigh. It felt good so I
moaned for him a little, and he massaged my hardening prick through
my shorts. Behind my back, I let one hand move lightly over his stomach,
and then I found I could grasp the back of my shorts so I pulled them
up tight into the crack of my ass. That put more pressure on my cock
and it got harder.
But it also exposed my ass cheeks completely, so he stepped
back and used both hands to caress them. He squeezed them and
pulled on them, and spread them and pulled the cloth of my shorts aside
so he could see my puckered asshole. I had to moan again -- this time
for real! "MMMMMMmmmmm! That feels so good." I realized that I really
liked having my ass played with.
Then he moved around in front of me and got down on his knees.
My prick was fully hard by now, and the head was peeping out over
the top of my skimpy shorts. He rubbed his hand against it briefly,
and then hooked his fingers in both sides of the shorts and slowly
worked them downwards. I watched in the mirror as my shaft was
gradually exposed to view. When he got them down so that my rigid
cock was standing up in the air and my balls were showing, he
quickly stripped them the rest of the way off. It turned me on to
have my clothes removed like that -- and to see it happening in the
mirror. It reminded me of the time when I was a male stripper. I
flexed my cock a few times and saw it bob up and down in front of
me; and he saw it, too, and smiled.
Then he tossed my shorts aside and quickly engulfed my hot meat
in his mouth; and he started to suck on it -- in and out -- in and out.
The warmth and the wetness felt great, and I thrust forward a
little, trying to get more of it inside him. I could feel my heart
thumping as I watched in the mirror and saw my prick slide into his
tight mouth, and I told him, "Yeah! Do that!!!" He pushed harder
and got most of it in.
His hands played with my balls and my ass, and he sucked me for
a long time. Finally, when his mouth got tired, he pulled off and
stood up. Watching in the mirror, he took my dick in one hand and
squeezed it. "That's what I like -- a small, tight body with a big
dick!" We both laughed.
Then he turned us both sideways to the mirror and told me to
get down on my knees. I was getting into this, and couldn't wait to
get his big cock in my mouth; so I got down and moved my face up to
his shorts, and rubbed my mouth over that huge bulge. But soon he
told me, "Take my shorts off, slave."
I looked up at him for a moment, and then remembered what he
wanted. "Yes, Sir." I moved my mouth over to one side and carefully
grasped the shorts in my teeth -- I had to watch out that I didn't
pinch his skin. By working both sides alternately I managed to
pull the shorts down, and his throbbing cock sprang into view. When
I had them down to his feet, he stepped out of them.
Then I straightened up and started to go for that fat prick.
But he reached down and pushed my head away, "Not till I tell you,
slave!" So I knelt there and stared at that beautiful cock. It
was thick and straight, at least 9", and I could see the darkish
veins wrapping around it, and the fat, velvety pink head.
He grabbed it in one hand and wiped the head around my face --
across my eyes and nose, and over my lips. I loved the way that
felt -- the smooth way it slid over my skin! I couldn't wait, and
I moaned in my throat. "NNNNNnnnn! I want it! Let me have it!"
"Lick it!"
I stuck out my tongue and started working on it -- up one side
of the shaft and then up the other; and then around the head. I
could feel my blood pulsing. I moved down and licked over his
balls, and took one of them into my mouth and sucked on it and laved
my tongue around it. Then I moved back up and licked the shaft and
head some more. I flexed my arms a little, because I wanted to use
my hands on his balls at the same time -- but the chain held me fast.
He grabbed his tool again and wiped it around my face some more.
"What do you want, slave?"
"I want to take it."
"What?"
He was making me say it. "I want to suck it!"
He smiled. "Say `please', slave!"
"Please let me suck your cock, Sir!"
"Louder, boy!"
"PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK, SIR!!!"
So he positioned it against my lips and then shoved it home.
At last!! God, I wanted that! I went after it and sucked it good
-- as tight as I could -- and he watched in the mirror while I
serviced his throbbing dick. But shortly he said, "Come on, slave,
take more of it!" I tried to get farther onto it and felt it pushing
against my throat, but I gagged -- I just couldn't take it all.
So he pulled it out and got down on his knees in front of me,
and showed me how to yawn in my throat, to open it up more. Then he
stood up again and I tried that -- and managed to take more of it --
but I still couldn't get my nose all the way into his hair. It was
too big! He turned me a little so I could see myself in the mirror,
with my hands chained behind my back and his hot prick sliding in
and out of my mouth. My cock was throbbing while I watched. He was
fucking my mouth with his hot meat and I couldn't stop him! And I
loved it!
Then he pulled it out for a minute. "What are you, slave?"
I looked up at him, "I don't understand, Sir. What do you
mean?"
He slapped my face lightly. "Sure you do. What were you
just doing?"
"I was sucking your cock, sir."
"That's right. So what does that make you?"
I hesitated -- I knew now what he was after, but I didn't want
to say it. But he slapped my face again. "Come on, slave, tell
me!"
Finally I got it out. "I'm a cocksucker, Sir." I didn't
know why it was so hard for me to say that.
"That's exactly right." Then he grabbed my head and fucked into
my mouth, fast and hard! I felt it poke against the back of my
throat and almost gagged again. But it was great! He was raping
my mouth and there was nothing I could do about it! And my dick
stayed hard as a rock.
After a bit it felt like he might be getting close. God! I
hoped he wouldn't come in my mouth -- that would probably make me
puke! But there was no way I could prevent him!
But eventually he stopped and pulled out, and since my knees
were sore, I stood up. I didn't know what time it was, but I
said, "I want to get back to the bar before it closes." I didn't
tell him this, but I had seen a chick in there that I wanted to put
the make on. I could see he was disappointed, but tough shit!
He reached behind me and freed my wrists, and said, "See?
The chain's not cold at all." I had to admit that he was right,
but I didn't say anything. He put the chain aside.
Then he stacked two pillows in the middle of the bed and said,
"Climb up there and sit on those." I did as he ordered, and he
had me lay back. Then he took ropes and tied my hands and feet to
the 4 corners of the bed, like he did last time. Apparently
he really liked having me tied spread this way. But this time he
pulled my limbs tighter, and I could feel the muscles tighten in my
shoulders and thighs. And those pillows under my ass really thrust
my hips up in the air. My dick throbbed as I thought about how this
must look.
He climbed up on the bed, and leaned down and tried to kiss me.
I turned my head away -- I didn't go for that at all. But he
grabbed my head and forced me -- I should have known. He kissed me
for several moments. I didn't enjoy it, but next time I wouldn't
fight it.
Then he moved down and started working on my dick. He dropped
his mouth on it and started sucking it; and at the same time his
hands were roaming over my body -- my stomach and chest and thighs.
I just lay there and enjoyed it. Then he wrapped one hand around my
ball sack, just below my hot cock. While he continued to suck me,
he gently pulled my balls downward towards my feet, and the skin
gradually stretched until it was tight. The pressure felt good, and
I couldn't help moaning in my throat. But then he pulled a little
harder and my balls started to ache. "OOOOOooohhh!! Easy!!" He
held it tight for a few more seconds and then eased up.
Then he wrapped his hand around my slick prick and started
stroking with both his hand and mouth. It was so hot and tight --
and he was stroking all the way from my balls up to the tip of the
head. He was good, and pretty soon I started to feel like I was
getting there. This surprised me, since it was very, very seldom
that a guy was ever able to get me off. But I didn't want to come
-- I wanted to save it for later. So I held it back and told
him, "I'm too drunk to come. I just want you to come all over me."
He pulled up and looked at me -- I'm not sure he believed me.
But he stroked it a few more times and then stopped, and said, "I
was hoping you would spend the night."
"Naw. I don't like to sleep with guys." Not unless he paid
me a lot more.
He stood up and ran his hand through the hair around my cock,
and then down onto my thigh. "You have really nice legs, slave."
"Thank you, Sir."
So he untied me, and I stood up and stretched to get the kinks
out. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over between
his legs. "Down on your knees, slave. I want to come in your
face."
He sounded like he might be a little pissed -- and I had
forgotten to get the money up front; so I guessed I would have to
make him happy. So I just said, "Yes, Sir," and did what he told
me. I had to get him off, so I might as well do it quickly.
I wrapped my lips around his dick and started sucking it -- up
and down -- up and down -- for quite a while. Then I remembered the
way he had done it, with his hand and mouth at the same time, and
how great it felt -- so I tried that. His cock was slippery from
my saliva so my hand slid over it easily.
After a couple minutes I could hear his heavy breathing, so I
squeezed it tighter with my lips and my hand. He responded, "Yeah!
... Do that!" I felt the head of his prick surging and knew he was
almost there, so I pulled my mouth off and stroked it faster.
Since I wasn't going to get off, I really didn't want him
coming in my face; so I pointed it down towards my chest. But he
grabbed my head roughly and pulled my face down right against the
head of his throbbing dick. "No!! In the face, slave! I'm gonna
come all over your face!! ... Do it!! ... Do it!!" He wrapped
his hand around mine on his cock so I couldn't stop, and we stroked
it together -- and quickly he came!! "Yeah!! ... OOOOHHH, God!!"
His cum spurted out, all over my lips and my chin. And we kept
stroking it!
But finally the head of his dick became too sensitive and he
stopped, and I pulled away from him. I quickly wiped the slimey
stuff off my face and wiped my hand on the carpet. It was really
strange -- when I was about ready to come, I got off on the stuff
splashing on my face; but any other time it was pretty disgusting.
We didn't say much. I stood up and he helped take the cuffs
off me, and then I went into the bathroom and washed up. When I
came back he was dressed already, so he sat on the bed and watched
while I pulled my clothes on. I was afraid that he was a little
pissed that I didn't get off, too.
But he gave me the money and we headed back to the car. I
thought about this bondage stuff and asked him, "How do you get
anyone to do this leather scene?" It was pretty kinky stuff, and
I was curious.
He smiled. "I don't, usually."
"What made you do it with me the first time?"
"Because you asked about the toys, and because I could tell you
wanted it by the way you stretched your arms out while I was fucking
your mouth."
"Oh." What could I say? I guess I did want it.
He dropped me back at the bar, but didn't say anything about
getting together again. Then he drove off and I went into the bar
-- but the chick was gone! Shit!! I should have gotten off while I
was with him.
I ended up going home and beating off while I fantasized about
the scene we had. I also lay in bed and thought about it some.
Back when I was 18 I hustled a lot of guys, mostly older men -- but
it was just for the money. It was fun when I came, of course, but I
didn't really get into it -- I didn't suck cock any oftener than I
had to, and didn't really enjoy it.
But I had seen this guy twice so far, and I found that I kind
of liked sucking his dick; and when I was almost ready to come, I
got a real charge out of his come splashing on my face. He also
caught on about this weird fantasy I have about being tied up -- so
I couldn't fight what he wanted to do to me. But I didn't know
about this "slave" business -- that was a little much.
Still, I wondered if I was turning into some kind of faggot.
I hoped not. Besides, I still loved to fuck my girl friend -- or
any cute chick, for that matter.