Slavery and Spandex
Greg impulsively gave his new boyfriend Ryan a key to his apartment in the third month of their relationship. Greg did so because Ryan gave Greg sexual thrills unlike any Greg had ever experienced. Unfortunately, it wasn't until it was too late that Greg realized he was thinking with his dick and not with his mind when he gave Ryan that key.
What drove Greg's decision was the sexual relationship Ryan swiftly nurtured with Greg, a 30-year-old gay man still in the closet. The handsome, muscular, 28-year-old Ryan quickly became the demanding, controlling, selfish top desired so intensely by Greg, a submissive, obedient bottom slavishly devoted to worshipping cock. With the control he gained over Greg's sex life, Ryan also gained control over Greg's entire life. Because once he secured his own key to Greg's apartment, Ryan was able to access Greg's life -- family phone numbers, work phone numbers, personal information, and so much more. Ryan immediately gained the power to destroy relations between Greg and his employer, as well as the power to create all kinds of personal havoc for Greg, who did not yet have the confidence to come out of "the closet." So, in the blink of an eye, Ryan had total control over Greg's life.
But Ryan was not a criminal; he did not wish to steal from Greg or perpetrate some other crime, per se. Ryan wanted Greg to be his dream partner -- an obedient cock-slave who would literally do anything Ryan wanted in and out of the bedroom. Needless to say, Ryan very quickly brought out in Greg the acquiescent, obedient, subservient lover Greg truly was but hadn't been for some time. Greg was born to submit to other gay men, and though he always was dating and virtually always the bottom, he had never been with a lover so utterly in charge. Ryan's muscled body, wickedly sexy looks and unrelenting domination became irresistible to Greg. The compliant nature of the slim, fit, pretty Greg fed Ryan's dark and demanding side.
Before Greg could utter a word, Ryan moved in with Greg and took over. The gorgeous, muscular Ryan demanded sex whenever Greg was not at work. And sex evolved immediately from "vanilla positions" to complex sexual roles. One night, Ryan brought home white, opaque, shiny pantyhose from Victoria's Secret; a thick, 10- inch long vibrator (only 2 inches longer than Ryan's incredible, godlike cock); and two pairs of spandex panties. It was that night that Ryan got his ultimate wish: He turned Greg into his "girl," and violently fucked the submissive bottom all night long, forcing Greg to wear the various sexy items of women's lingerie. The initiation into non-vanilla sex, pantyhose and other wild sexual thrills continued into the weekend. When Ryan was resting his beautiful and perfect cock, he made Greg use the massive vibrator. Greg obediently fucked his own ass with the huge vibrating tool as Ryan kicked back and watched, getting aroused yet again for another raping of Greg's mouth or ass.
Late one Saturday afternoon, the weekend following Greg's initiation into slavery, nylon and feminine humility, Ryan informed Greg he had invited a close friend over to spend the night. He also informed Greg that Greg would be serving the two young, gay men that night, doing whatever Ryan and his friend Bryce ordered. Ryan then told Greg to clean up the apartment, shower, then change into the outfit Ryan had left for him in the bedroom. Ryan was leaving to pick up Bryce and the two would be back around 8:00 p.m. So Greg immediately made the whole apartment spotless. He then showered, taking precious care to ensure his whole body, especially his ass, was clean and impeccable. Following that, Greg made his way back to the bedroom to open the box left for him by Ryan.
Greg opened the clothing box with great trepidation, as well as a fair amount of sexual excitement. What he found inside represented solely what Ryan wanted out of Ryan and Greg's new life together. And this kind of complete control, combined with the profoundly erotic nature of the outfit Ryan demanded Greg wear in front of not just Ryan but now another man as well, made Greg dizzy with never-before-felt feelings of pure, sexual bliss.
Slowly, Greg pulled the articles of clothing from the box: super- shiny, purple, footed, spandex exercise tights; along with a thong- back, high-gloss, jet-black, long-sleeve spandex bodysuit. The thong-back bodysuit could be snapped and unsnapped in the crotch. In the lower part of the seat of the form-fitting, thick, shiny tights, there was a strategically placed hole, which was hidden when the bodysuit was snapped in place. Altogether, it was a feminine aerobics outfit of the sluttiest kind. Feeling the nylon and spandex in his trembling hands, Greg unconsciously knew that his enslavement by Ryan was complete. Ryan owned Greg, and Greg knew he had no choice but to obey every word that came from Ryan's divine mouth.
So Greg carefully squeezed into the precious tights that he now so loved, slowly pulling the sexy thick spandex over every square inch of his long, attractive legs and taut, truly luscious asscheeks. With the second-skin tights now encasing his entire lower body, Greg pushed his fit, slim, male form into the intensely tight, sexy, female bodysuit. With the exception of his head, neck and hands, Greg now was entirely covered in the tight and erotic material; he was a genuinely alluring and hot combination of submissive gay man and slutty straight woman. He was a throwback to 1980s aerobics chic. He also, without any doubt, was Ryan's slave.or as Ryan sometimes liked to say, "slavegirl."
Shortly after dressing as Ryan commanded, Greg heard the key in the front door of his apartment. He then heard two voices. Ryan and Bryce had arrived. Very suddenly, the realization hit Greg that he was dressed as a very sexy, whorish young woman and was about to be seen by a complete stranger, Bryce. Yet again, Greg became dizzy with anticipation and sexual excitement. He was quickly steadied by the forceful and dominant voice of Ryan, who ordered his slave into the living room. Greg knew in his heart that he had no choice but to comply whole-heartedly and immediately with every whim and command from Ryan, due to the blackmailing power Ryan quietly held over Greg. So Greg composed himself and walked from the bedroom to the living room, presenting himself quietly, eyes down, before his master and his master's friend.
"You've still got it," Bryce said to Ryan after quickly inspecting the humble, spandex-covered Greg. "I don't know what you'd do without that incredible body of yours," Bryce added, smiling knowingly at Ryan.
Ryan placed his left hand on Greg's ass, gently running his fingertips over the skin-tight shiny spandex. He caressed the ass and rear upper thighs, feeling only the taut meat wrapped in the sexy purple tights. But then he grabbed Greg's waist with both hands and flipped him around, so that Greg's back was facing he and Bryce. Ryan looped the fingers of his left hand round the thin strand of black spandex that dug into Greg's asscrack, the strand which created the thong back. Ryan roughly yanked at the shiny black fabric, easily unsnapping the thin back strand from the front segment which tightly fit over Greg's crotch. Ryan lifted the thong upward and told Bryce to have a closer look.
Bryce indeed had a very close look at Greg's beautiful buncheeks wrapped in tighter-than-skin purple spandex. He grasped a cheek with each hand, squeezing tightly, as he examined the carefully constructed hole in the seat of the tights. The hole was reinforced and lined up directly with Greg's rectum. "You are so cool, man," Bryce said to Ryan. "You can fuck her pussy without her having to get out of the awesome outfit." Ryan and Bryce had a nice laugh at Greg's expense. Greg, meanwhile, was becoming quite aroused by Ryan and Bryce's inspection of his body, and most particularly by Bryce -- a stranger to Greg until this night -- using female terms when talking about him. Bryce then resnapped the black bodysuit at the crotch, recreating the painfully tight thong. He also grabbed another quick feel of Greg's purple-spandex-encased firm buns. Greg just stood with his eyes closed as Bryce handled him.
Ryan and Bryce then removed their coats and shoes, handing them all to the submissive Greg. Ryan commanded Greg to put the items away and bring the two muscleboys a couple of beers. Greg unflinchingly obeyed, getting a violent and loud slap in the ass from Ryan as he left the living room with the coats and shoes. Knowing speed was always a factor with his lover, roommate and owner, Greg put away the guys' coats and shoes, grabbed the beers from the kitchen, and hurriedly returned to the living room. There, Ryan and Bryce already had turned on some music on the stereo and kicked back. Ryan took the smaller of the two sofas, Bryce the larger. Ryan reached back and dimmed the lights as Greg handed each of the strong and powerful young men their beer.
"Kneel before my guest, girl," Ryan commanded. Greg immediately did so, remaining quiet, as he knew was best. "Now kiss my guest's feet, slut." Greg's spandex-encased hard-on got even bigger as he placed his hands on the floor, leaned forward and downward, and kissed the socks that covered Bryce's feet. Getting onto all fours, Greg could feel his powerfully tight spandex aerobics outfit constrict his thighs and tug at his ass and cock. The spandex kept a fierce grip on his body, and provided great eye- candy for the two buff boys.
"Good girl. Now," Ryan said ominously, "come and kneel between my thighs and prepare to worship your new god." With that, Greg's raging erection began leaking pre-come, creating a noticeable spot in the skin-tight spandex. He quickly shifted over to Ryan, remaining on his hands and knees the whole time. He placed his face even with and near the giant bulge in Ryan's tight jeans. Ryan grabbed Greg's head with one hand and smashed Greg's face into the meaty bulge. Bryce laughed a sinister laugh while the music blared on in the background. Ryan pulled Greg's face from his crotch, tugging by Greg's hair. Ryan then commanded: "Now pull your new god from my pants and give it the best suck you've ever given in your entire life, bitch!"
Both afraid and titillated, Greg obeyed, unzipping the jeans and freeing Ryan's eight-inch erect cock from the tight pants and even tighter nylon bikini briefs. "You just watch," Ryan boasted to Bryce. "She gives the best blow-jobs."
Even though Bryce, still a virtual stranger to Greg, was sitting only a couple feet from him, Greg knew he had absolutely no choice but to obey Ryan. Greg knew that if he even questioned an order from Ryan, Ryan could make a couple calls or send a couple faxes and create major damage to Greg's life. Perhaps worse, Greg also worried in the back of his head that two such muscular and powerful hunks as Ryan and Bryce easily could inflict great personal injury upon Greg. These thoughts guided Greg to slavishly obey Ryan, doing whatever the muscleboy ordered. So, Greg began giving Ryan a spectacular blow-job in full view of Bryce, who drank beer and laughed.and watched.
Greg kissed the beautiful, erect, meaty beast of a dick that Ryan liked to call Greg's "god." Greg kissed it, licked it and sucked it, adoring and worshipping the ample prick. While Greg did his work, Ryan rubbed and caressed the skin-tight, gleaming, women's aerobics outfit that coated Greg's slim, fit body. The two became lost in erotic bliss.
As Ryan came closer and closer to orgasm, he grasped Greg's head with both hands, tugging at the bottom's hair and forcing his slave's head on the incredible meat. Greg was deep-throating Ryan's bountiful cock -- he had no choice. But just as Ryan was about to come down Greg's throat and feed the submissive, spandex-encased slave, Ryan violently pushed Greg off his cock. The shove sent Greg backwards and to the floor, and completely startled Bryce, who was watching, drinking and having a great time. Ryan bent far over, grasping his mighty meat and doing his best to point it at the floor in front of him as he personally brought himself to climax. Ryan's moan was manly and loud. His cock shot and shot and shot come, creating a puddle of hot semen on the carpet in front of the couch by Ryan's feet. Ryan lay back into the cushions of the sofa and relaxed, enjoying his orgasm, and his ongoing domination of Greg.
Giving Ryan a minute or two to calm down, the cool and sexy Bryce simply said to his friend, "Awesome, dude." But on that note, Ryan sat up, turned to Bryce, and said, "You think that's it?" Ryan then turned to Greg, who was resting on all fours, leaning back on his taut ass. "Crawl over to me on your stomach, bitch," Ryan ordered. Seeing where this was going, Bryce urged Ryan on: "Oh yeah, Ryan. Do it. Do it, stud."
As Greg got to Ryan's feet, Ryan calmly and wickedly said, "Eat it." Fearing the repercussions of even the slightest hesitation, Greg began eating Ryan's semen from the floor. Slowly his lips picked up more and more of the warm come that just minutes ago came from the dominant hunk's powerful dick. Ryan then placed his right hand on the back of Greg's head and jammed Greg's face into the floor, wiping Greg's face in the remaining semen. This whole time, Ryan noticed Bryce staring at Greg's very desirable spandex- wrapped asscheeks. Ryan told Bryce, "I think this slut needs a spanking, a really hard spanking. Why don't you help me out?" Bryce smiled a very big smile, set down his beer, and lunged to the floor. He started caressing the taut assmeat being tightly constrained by the sexy women's spandex tights. He grabbed and rubbed Greg's ass, enjoying the feel of skin-tight spandex on beautiful bottom meat. But quite suddenly, the muscleboy held his right hand high in the air and began giving Greg's precious ass a most vicious and hateful spanking, the whole time yelling "Bitch" and "Slut" and "Whore" at Greg. Ryan continued to force Greg's face into the come on the floor, so that the two dominant hunks could only hear muted cries from Greg, who continued to do his best to finish Ryan's semen.
After about five minutes of this treatment, Ryan and Bryce stopped their torture, went to the kitchen, and got some more beers. Greg lay on the floor unable to move. He was in pain, he was humiliated, and he was totally dominated. But at the same time, he also felt a certain amount of sexual fulfillment. No matter how humiliating or wicked the treatment, deep down Greg truly did love obeying a muscled and dominant hunk such as Ryan. Greg lived to worship the cocks and bodies of men such as Ryan.
Ryan and Bryce returned to the living room. Bryce cranked up the stereo some and fell onto the larger couch. Ryan ordered Greg into the bedroom and onto the bed. On the way to the bedroom, Ryan said to the lounging Bryce, "Now that you have her ass tenderized for me, I gotta nail her. Back in 10 minutes." Bryce laughed, gave Ryan a more than friendly wink, and kicked back on the couch.
Entering the darkened bedroom, Ryan noticed Greg already had assumed the position: on his stomach, face in the pillows. Ryan stripped, climbed on the bed, wrapped his muscled thighs around the spandex-covered bottom-boy's thighs, and unsnapped the crotch of Greg's skin-tight spandex bodysuit. Ryan dabbed a tiny bit of lubricant on the tip of his massive erect cock, then maneuvered the phallic beast through the hole in the seat of Greg's aerobics tights.
"Okay, slut," Ryan whispered, and with that, he jammed his cock deep into Greg's ass, taking Greg's breath away for a moment. Ryan then began mercilessly pounding his slavegirl's ass. Amidst the pain and his own muffled screams, Greg -- Ryan's spandex- wearing aerobics-girl slut -- resigned himself to his fate...
As with my previous stories in the Nifty Archives, this is based on true events from my past. My previous stories include: Former Boyfriend Has His Way, and, Water Polo Boys Get What They Want (both in the Gay Male Authoritarian section). If you are a gay man age 18 or older and would like to correspond about issues relating to sexual roles (top/bottom) or fetishes (particularly nylon and spandex), please send me a note at: obedient_bottom@yahoo.com. Love!