Teaching Him a Lesson He'll Never Want to Forget
I'd met Corey on line for some NSA fun, but in a lot of ways the cunt irritates me to no end. But I deal with it because he is so smoking hot that I can't help but want to fuck him. Seriously. He's about six foot, brown hair and blue eyes with a beautiful face, a smooth, well-built swimmer's body, fine shoulders and back, a perfect bubble butt with skin as smooth and unblemished as creamy milk, firm and luscious thighs, thick calves, and a fine cock, seven inches, perfectly straight, well-shaped head and low-hanging balls. I mean, this guy has it all.
Excepted for what he doesn't have a pleasant personality. I put up with it because he's such a hot fuck. But what I have to put up with is pretty bad. He's rude, he often fails to show up when he promises, and he hits on other guys when we're together. But worst of all, he's a fucking prick tease. Compared to the rare times he's let me get him naked, I can't even say how many times he has left me begging him to give it up, making me grovel for a chance at that perfect ass of his, that perfect cock, that stunningly beautiful face and mouth. He teases me, and he teases all the other guys he flirts with. He pisses me off.
I decided to get a little revenge.
He called me one Friday at the end of work for a hook-up.
"Let's meet at the bathhouse."
Oh, sure, I thought, so he could leave me waiting in the room while he roamed the halls hitting on all the other guys, leaving all of us hurting with the need to fuck his pretty mouth and ass. He was already known for just this kind of thing at the bathhouse.
I tried to back out, but his sexy pleading was too hard to resist, and maybe I thought this time would be different (though, in the back of my mind, I knew it wouldn't be). I agreed. We'd meet at seven that night.
When I got there, the bathhouse was as busy as I'd expected (Philly has very few bathhouses, so of course they're always busy). I snagged one of the table rooms -- mirrored walls, a large padded table, two large televisions with porn, and lots of space to move around. However, I had a plan. This time I'd brought along with me not just the usual lube and poppers, but also a gag, a blindfold, and a special and delightful device that I bought at a sex shop around the corner from the bathhouse. My revenge would be sweet.
Of course, the prick tease that he is, Corey could just blow me off. It wouldn't be the first time. As I sat waiting 40 minutes past the time we were to meet, slowly coming to the realization that the punk was't going to show up, my phone chimed.
A text: "Im out front. Cum get me. No $."
So I was going to have to pay his way through the front door. Fine, happy to oblige. I'll pay now, but he'll pay later.
Out front I found Corey talking to a couple of good-looking guys. He was flirting as usual. Both these guys, both about to come into the bathhouse, had that look like they were about to score with this hot boy. I knew better. This was how he treated all guys. They were gonna have as little luck with him as I usually had. But then there was my plan.
"Come on in, Corey. I've got the table room just for the two of us."
Sure, he was happy. It's a fine room and an expensive one, too. He likes that I pay big for the privilege of banging him. I paid his way through the front door, and then led him upstairs.
Of course, it wasn't that simple. This tease kept stopping to check guys out, making comments about their asses and abs, or about the hard cocks poking out under their towels. And seeing how hot Corey was, many cocks got hard, and many guys wanted to get to him. It was like running an obstacle course to get up two flights of stairs and down a single hallway.
We finally made it through the room door, which I quickly locked. We did some friendly chitchat, and I took some time to kiss him, but I made sure that I acted deferential, showing Corey that I felt honored to have him here with me. I promised to pleasure him and please him to no end.
"Why don't we go out to the main room? I bet there are a bunch of hot guys out there."
"I'm sure there are, baby. Let's go in a minute. Right now we gotta get these clothes off. You know the rules around here: towels only."
While I undressed, I watched him take off his clothes. I'm telling you, this guy is fucking hotter than hell. Every move he makes, no matter how lame it would look on a normal guy -- think of how awkward it is to take of your socks standing up -- when Corey does it, it's like ballet or something. Soon, I had him before me, sexy, naked, and exquisitely desirable. Now I just had to keep him in the room a little longer. Almost there.
"Hey baby," I said, "lay back on the table. Just let me caress you. I want to rub your body, massage your back. We're in no hurry, right?"
Corey smiled. No, we weren't in a hurry. I could see he was thinking that he had all night, whether I did or not.
He lay back, and I stroked his smooth muscled chest, his rippled abs, his broad and fine shoulders, kissing his neck and chest all the while. Corey's eyes were closed as he enjoyed the worship. However, I knew this fine moment wouldn't last, so I had to make my move.
"Hey, let's try something."
I reached into the bag I bought and pulled out the blindfold.
"Let me put this on. You'll like the pleasure even more."
Corey was game if by pleasure I meant the continued pleasuring of his form. But I certainly did not mean that. Not at all.
After I blindfolding him, I returned to attending his body. I gave him a hit of poppers to get him more deeply in the mood. As the hit took effect -- it was a brand new bottle and at its most potent, his body awash in pleasure -- I quickly reach back into my bag and pulled out the special device.
It was a stretcher bar, a straight metal bar about two and a half feet long. A fur-lined manacle hung from each end, and two more manacles attached in the middle of the bar. While the popper washed over Corey, keeping him in his ecstatic darkness, lost and distracted for a few seconds, I attached his ankles and wrists to the bar.
"What are you doing?"
I had Corey pinned just like I wanted him. He was on his back. His ankles, attached to the manacles on the ends of the bar, were held wide, and his wrists were pinned to the middle of the bar, his arms stretched between his bent and open knees. His bent legs, now up in the air, exposed his perfect asshole.
"Corey, baby, I have a really fun plan for us. So just relax and enjoy. Just relax, baby. Just relax."
And I shoved a very special penis gag into his mouth, snapping the leather strap behind his head. This fine gag had two dildos, a five-inch one on the inside, filling Corey's prick tease mouth, and a thick eight inch dildo sticking out from the gag. With his head back on the table, the dildo struck straight up. Looking at him like that, bound and gag, made him even sexier than he was before, if such a thing is even possible.
Using the room's locker, I packed up our stuff and secured it. Besides the lube and poppers, I left out one other thing: my leather belt, which I laid on the table next to Corey's bound and beautiful form. And then walked out of the room.
You might be wondering what kind of dumb revenge plan did I have going. Leave the room? Not much of a revenge. But I had more in mind. I head out into the hallways and public rooms of the bathhouse.
One floor down is a large porn viewing room. Usually a number of men gather there, watching and playing. Benches lined the room, and the action could sometimes be hot. At this hour, still a little early, I found a few guys watching the screen and working their meat. I saw one guy, pretty good-looking, his cock hard and ready. I went over to him, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Soon, the guy was rock hard and surrendering to my treatment. He was ready.
I stood up, held his package in my grip and directed him to follow me back to my room. Without a word, he complied. When we went inside, I pointed him to Corey.
"Care for a treat?"
Like I keep saying, Corey is a magnificent specimen, and no guy is going to say no. This guy, already raring to go, looked at me with a smile, and walked over to the bound young man. He dropped to his knees and started eating Corey's ass. A few minutes of this, and Corey was hard. He was ready. The guy lubed his rod and placed the head against Corey's perfect hole. I moved to Corey's face with the open bottle of poppers.
"Take a hit. Do it. You'll be glad."
And once he did, this stud pushed his cock up into Corey's ass.
It was incredibly hot watching this guy fuck this sexy jerk. Corey as yet didn't know who was fucking him. He seemed to figure it had to be me. The stud never said a word. As he plowed Corey's ass, I left to find a new friend.
Again, in the porn room, I found a couple of guys doing some mutual JO. I stepped in to help with my mouth, and then invited them back to my room. As we entered the stud riding Corey was just finishing, dumping his load into Corey's ass. The three of us, watched this top hosing all over this sexy boy, stood in awe. As this top finished, he left, again without a word. With a quiet flourish of my arm, I directed the two guys to take what they want.
Immediately, one guy stepped up to Corey's ass and shoved in hard. I bet Corey was surprised then, figuring that since I'd just fucked him, how could I get so hard again so fast. The second guy bent over and took Corey's cock in his mouth.
In Corey's imagination, he must have been struggling to understand the physics: how could I be fucking him and sucking on his cock at the same time? Corey was sexy as hell, but he wasn't much smarter than a box of rocks.
I left those two studs to do as they wished to see whom else I could find. The viewing room was empty at the moment, but guys were roaming the halls. I was looking for just the right guys, those masculine dominant guys. You can often tell by watching how the walk around and how they look at you. It took a bit, but I met one guy, we caught each other's eyes and turned to go back to my room. He followed.
I got back and saw that the room door was wide open. I went in to find three men. Two were working their cocks while the third guy put the belt I'd left to use. He was whipping Corey's ass. I could see the red stripes across his cheeks, and the sign of the welts growing. Corey, I could see, was sure that things weren't what he thought they were. He was moaning, trying to shout from behind his gag, and he was squirming to escape the lashing. But I as pleased to see that he was having no success. The new man stepped around me to join the party, fondling Corey's bound form. I stepped up, put the poppers to Corey's nose. He refused me, but what the hell? I was only trying to help. The men around him were happy to take hits of the poppers. And with that the scene grew in intensity. While the guy with the belt continued to lash any exposed flesh, another stud starting fucking Corey's striped ass. A third guy, seeing a perfect opportunity, climbed up, straddled Corey's face, his back to Corey's head, and sank his ass on the dildo extending up from Corey's gagged mouth. The guy, cowboy straddle, rode Corey's face while the other guy plowed his ass. Soon the two studs were unloading, one onto Corey's ballsac and the other on Corey's chest and stomach.
By this time, more guys had come through the empty door. Guys were laughing and taking their turns fucking and sucking Corey. I decided to get in on the action since there was no more need to find some guys to take Corey on. The word was out, and guys were lining up. Instead, I climbed up on Corey's face, resting on my knees, Corey's face between them, and sank that dildo into my own ass as I work my swollen cock. I could see the fucking, the sucking and the intermittent beatings all in the mirrors, so, with this perfect view, I removed Corey's blindfold. His eyes were directly below my stiff rod. I looked at Corey with a gleeful smile. I took a hit of poppers, encouraged Corey to take one as well, and then started riding the dildo on his face. The wave of pleasure was intense, and it made me a maniac for that dildo working my hole. Soon enough I was ready to let go, and I squirted my load all over Corey's face. Did I see a hint of lust in that pretty boy's eyes?
I needed a rest, so I left the room, door still open and men milling about waiting their turn, and head down to the lounge for a beverage. I relaxed there, talking to a few guys. The talk sometimes turned to word about what was happening in room 32, my room. I was happy to hear the reports. Ready for more pleasure, I headed back.
Corey had been flipped. Still in the stretcher bar, he was on his knees and chest. His face hung just off the edge of the table. One guy was behind Corey, up on the table, on his knees fucking Corey doggy style. The gag was on the floor and another guys fucked Corey's beautiful face. As you can imagine, that face was made only more perfectly sexy with a big cock ramming it. I could see that Corey was struggling with that rod pounding his mouth. I was pleased. I recognized that the two guys plowing both ends were the two guys Corey had been flirting with on the sidewalk outside the bathhouse. An even better justice.
And that's when I began to notice that many of these guys knew who Corey was. Oh, they didn't know his name, necessarily, but they certainly knew of his notorious prick teasing, his flirting without payoff. The guys in here now were here for payback and payoff. I was happy to give them what they wanted.
One of the guys at Corey's ass end was inviting a daisy chain of guys to fuck Corey's ass. Between fucks, this guy beat on Corey's red and welted ass. The guy fucking Corey's mouth made sure Corey couldn't squirm away from the pain nor could shout out, keeping him muffled by hard cock. A long line of men formed to get a shot at that perfect and open ass. A man would fuck for a bit and then step away to the back of the line. The guy with the belt would beat Corey's cheeks, surely making Corey relieved for it to end, and then another guy stepped up to plow Corey's ass. This went on for some time.
Yes, a cruel revenge. But I wasn't a bad guy. I wanted Corey to like it. So I made sure he got another hit of the poppers. This time he knew what was good for him and took as large a hit as he could get. I left the bottle on the table beside his prone body. And I grabbed my stuff from the locker and left the bathhouse for a bite to eat.
I came back a couple of hours later. Found the door still wide open. At this hour, I imagine every guy in the place had taken something from Corey. But there were still a couple of guys in there. Corey was on his side, with a guy behind him plowing his hole. And other guy, also on his side, was plowing Corey's mouth. He'd only stop to take a hit of poppers and give one to Corey. But then he would plow that sweet mouth again. I got the impression that they'd been at this a while.
Seeing me I guessed they figured I was the owner of the slut. So they finished by emptying onto him at nearly the same time. And then they left, leaving Corey and me alone.
Looking at him there, I have to say he never looked more sexy. His body was covered by welts and bruises and scratches and loads and loads of cum, and his ass and thighs were particularly well-covered with seed and the marks of the belt. But Corey's cock still remained hard. No one had taken a moment to give Corey some relief by getting him off. Given how often he denied the pleasures of other men, their revenge made no allowances for Corey's pleasures.
Corey, clearly exhausted, rested with his eyes close. No surprise that he was way past resisting. I rolled him onto his back, re-gagged him, and took his cock into my mouth, slowly working him back to full hardness. As soon as I felt he was about to cum, I'd pull back. I wanted him close to the edge but frustrated just a little longer. A little more of this torment, and finally I let him shoot.
He began to buck, trying to push his dick into my mouth. To oblige I pushed his cock as deep as I could. His seed gushed, quickly filling my mouth. His cum tasted as perfect as he was beautiful -- sweet and rich, thick and creamy, and so much of it too. He moaned repeatedly as he filled my mouth. His pleasure was immense. I continued to pull on his cock, sucking all I could out of it. Soon he was soft in my mouth. But I wasn't done. I continued to work his dick with my mouth. It wasn't long before he was again hard in my mouth. I sucked for a while, giving him pleasure in exchange for the pain he's suffered through the evening.
I removed the gag and gave him a kiss. I wasn't sure how he'd react, but mostly he just rested, too tired for much else. And then Corey and I noticed three guys standing at the open door, cocks in hand, clearly having just arrived at the bathhouse. I looked down at Corey, figuring that his punishment was over (I'm not cruel). He looked at me and smiled, giving me a nod. I was surprised because this wasn't the Corey I knew. Apparently my lesson had been well-learned. I smiled down at him, and then I signaled the new men to come in. As they began to work on Corey's body, fresh tops raring to go, I dressed and left for home. I had a long day at work tomorrow.