Discovering a 'Tist

Chapter 1

"Gag order" he said, and Ash felt his lips close tightly together, his teeth pressing together firmly. For a moment his jaw felt strained, then his mouth slackened slightly to a relaxed close, and remained that way, completely still.

"I know we've got some privacy here but we are still out in public silly boy, and we don't want you staring slack jawed at me all afternoon, do we?"

As he intoned the second command Ash felt his mind droop slightly into the more spacey, muzzy, headspace he usually felt just before dropping into trance.

"I know you're prepared for things to get more exciting, but before we do I want you to tell me that you wish to continue. If not that's completely acceptable, we'll just have a nice calm walk in the park and go our separate ways. But if you do want to keep going, I've booked a nice hotel not far from here where I'd like to take you after this afternoon. Unlocked"

Ash felt his face relax completely, and his senses return, however the arousal throbbing inside of him did not subsite at all.

"I'd very much like that" he answered, and Michael smiled in response.

"I'm very glad to hear that my good boy, so why don't you go back to following that gag order, and I can show you some of what we've prepared for ourselves."

Once again Ash's lips sealed closed, and he couldn't even bring himself to moan or make a noise through them, he felt like someone had just put him on mute. Michael was talking again.

"There's plenty of explicit stuff in my free files, but those more exclusive ones I gave you access to have much more rigorous training involved, for example if I pick your hand up like this and say Freeze, you'd probably find yourself completely immobilized in this position. And if I follow it by saying you're Hot, you'll feel a palpable rush of arousal course out from between your legs and seep throughout your entire body."

Both were true, as Ash felt like a doll on display, suffering the feelings of pleasure sweeping through him without being able to respond. He was as still and silent as a statue as waves of heat emanated out from his cock and rippled throughout his body.

"We spoke last week about how you and I have both had relationships with other men, but we didn't get into any of the details of what you prefer, so why don't we probe that now, what do you say?"

Ash couldn't say anything, only look at Michael with desperation, staring at his lips and waiting to see what might come next.

"At it's simplest do you prefer being a top or a bottom? Why don't you tell me what feels better. Not with your words of course, just react as you feel fit and we'll see which one you enjoy more. Fuckhole."

Almost immediately Ash felt the bizarre sensation of his cock thrusting into the tight ass of another man in front of him. Still frozen in place, he could do nothing as a juicy, soft hole bounced back and forth on his cock, which was now leaking into his underwear. There was nothing in-front of him, Ash was just sitting in the park with a new friend, but everything his body could feel was telling him that he was fucking an ass built to milk his cock specifically. A small stammer groaned out from the back of his throat and his eyelids fluttered as he looked at Michael, somehow fucking him by sitting next to him and smiling gently.

"Ah so you definitely enjoy topping, Release" the feeling of hole milking Ash's cock faded and left him sitting in place dazed. "Why don't we see the opposite now? Penetrate."

In an instant Ash felt cock stuff his insides, his ass parting for an all too real phallus thrusting up into his hole from the bench. His eyes rolled back and he moaned again, this time making slightly more noise despite the gag sealing his mouth closed and trying to stifle him. The cock was large, but not painful, as it began fucking in and out, massaging the walls of his hole and pressing closer and closer to his spot. A noticeable wet spot was forming on his jeans as Ash just sat there getting fucked, still as stone, staring into the face of the man doing this to him.