Brad was an early riser and he woke, wrapped in Hal's arms. he felt
Hal's cock against his back and that feeling was arousing him too. He remembered Hal's instructions the night before: he expected a morning blow job. Part of brad was rebelling at the idea of doing it, but only
so that he could get forced to. He wanted cock in his mouth. He hadn't given a blow job in too long.
"Get to work, bitchboi," he heard Hal whisper in his ear.
"Yes sir." He answered. He didn't want to seem too eager, but there was more than one morning where brad woke up, next to Lyn, wishing he had a
cock to suck. Now, there was Hal's: standing up at attention .
"I said get to work brad. You're not outta here to the office, until I shoot."
"I'm sorry I was slow Sir... " Brad pushed off the blankets, and moved down the bed until he could get his mouth around Hal's cock.
"OH YEAH. Nothing like str8 boi mouth early in the morning," Hal
chuckled. He reached down until he got some of brad's hair in his hands, and pushed his head forward. Other guys had done that when he was in the backroom at Pockets, and he didn't much care for it. Now, though, he
didn't have much choice. Hal didn't seem to care, and he had him pretty securely in postion. Brad's gag reflex was a good one, but as Hal flexed his hips up, he began to choke a little.
"Take it bitch. Take every fucking inch of it. You know you want it." Brad did. He wrapped his tongue around Hal's cock, and licked, sucked, and otherwise did his best to stimulate him. He loved sucking cock, but he had to get to work too. That was in the back of Hal's mind, and his
wicked streak was holding him back, because brad was going nowhere, until he shot.
At one point, brad stopped and looked up.
"Please Sir. I have to get ready for work." "SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO MY COCK, FUCKTOI."
"Fucktoi" seemed to be a trigger. Brad just answered, meekly, "yes sir," and got back on Hal's cock.
"Oh yeah. A str8 boi tongue. Getting me nice and hard. Only thing better would be to roll you on your back, and FUCK you."
"OH shit." Brad thought . "If he decides to fuck me, I'm here for another half hour.
Mind you, it was NOT late. Brad's competitive nature just made him feel he had to get to the office before everybody else, especially everybody in his department. This cock sucking was great, but he wasn't going to beat some of the other guys in, unless Hal..." He had a thought. It
might get him in trouble, but.. He ran his finger underneath Hal's
balls. It worked. He felt Hal's hips convulse, once, and then felt the cum going down his throat. He drank it all in. The slurping noises he made just got Hal to laughing.
"You sound like the pig you are brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Should I call you Wilbur instead of my bitch?"
"How about calling me brad."
Hal imitated his voice. "How about calling me brad? Know what? I may call you Dunphy, because you remind me of that dad on 'Modern Family' I always had a crush on him"
"You have a crush on me Sir?" As soon as he asked, brad regretted it. Hal pushed him on his back and pinned him.
"Damn right I do. I have a crush on you about the size of your big
mouth. I just wonder how many cocks it can hold. Maybe we'll find out sometime." He laughed as brad squirmed under him.
"Good thing I'm not playing with your tits, brad boi. You might REALLY squirm. "
"Please Sir. Can you let me up? I really wanna get to work. "
"Sure... " Hal ran his finger around brad's navel. "I just wanna go over what we're doing tonight with you."
"We're not doing anything tonight. I'm going home."
Hal thought about that answer for a minute. He was about to gamble. He
had a feeling brad was getting addicted.
"Ok, sure. You can spend the night alone. But here's the deal. If you call me, and want to get together, then either.... I come over and sleep with you in YOUR bed, OR.... and he smiled. "I have a special penalty
planned for you. Keep in mind if I sleep in your bed, since you're the girl in bed, you sleep where your wife sleeps. I sleep in your spot."
Brad laughed. "You're not coming over, and there's not gonna be any penalty. "
"We'll see bradford..." Hal laughed. "You get one night off. But I
expect you back here on Tuesday. And if you don't come willingly... I'll come and get you."
That thought got brad kind of excited and he muttered "Just try."
In the shower, brad thought about everything that had happened to him
that weekend. He was having a LOT of his fantasies fulfilled. Not the
one about being shipped out to another country , but Hal seemed to "read" him. He kinda liked the idea of being blackmailed, and he LOVED how Hal just broke him down, little by little. He thought about how he had
fucked him the first time, and his cock sprang to attention. He found himself soaping it, and stroking, as he thought about that morning
blowjob. If he and Lyn had sex once every two weeks, it was a lot. And it wasn't as much fun as it was with Hal. Would sex with Lyn be more fun if she had on a strap on, and..." He had to stop thinking that way. It was killing his erection. He switched back to the bondage game, and the nip play, that ended with him getting fucked by the dildo. It wasn't as much fun as taking Hal's cock, but... the thrill of it was...
"OOOOOOOOOOOO" Hal laughed when he heard the scream come from the
shower. He thought "wait until he's in a position where he CAN'T do that. "
When brad came out of the shower, he saw that Hal had laid out an outfit for him: a pale blue shirt, a pink tie, a light gray suit. He had
packed up gym clothes too.
"I usually wear a white shirt to work."
"Well, not today brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad." "Since when do you decide what I wear?"
"Since I said so. GET DRESSED." "I want a WHITE shirt."
"You'll wear blue. I bet you look HOT in blue, and I've never seen you in it. I've seen you in white. Put on the jock." He pointed to a
bright red one. "Then get dressed. Before you put on the jacket, let me see you with your hands behind your back."
The blue shirt DID look sexy. He knew it was a tighter fit than he was used to, but he was liking the way the more tailored clothes looked. He finished getting dressed. Hal came behind him and adjusted his tie. He whispered in his ear. "You may find yourself opening that tie today,
sexy. The shirt is that tight." He made brad turn around, and hold his wrists behind him. Then he moved his fingers up and down brad's nips.
"Who tops you, bitchboi." "You do Sir."
"Don't you forget it. You want a night off? Better not find yourself at the bars. If I find out you were there, it won't be pretty."
"No Sir. I'm not going to the bars. The only cock I suck is yours. Unless you tell me to suck another one. "
Hal sneered. "You're gonna have my cock in more places than your mouth brad. Sooner than you think. And you'll be kissing me goodbye before you go to work too."
Brad hadn't thought about that. He figured that getting fucked was in his future, but the thought of kissing Hal. It made him kind of,
well....
"Hey. Hal.." Hal had turned his back for a minute. "Yes, straight boi."
"Have a good day." Brad planted a kiss on Hal's lips and then grabbed his brief case, his gym bag, and sprinted to his car. Hal didn't do
anything. He was surprised, and pleased. Apart from seeing that it was going to be far easier to break brad than he thought, he began to think how far he could push him. He didn't want to break up the marriage - no way - but... He began to smile at all the evil things he could do.
Force brad to wear a dildo to the office... put those nip stimulators his friend Peter had given him under brad's shirt. The cock cage - the cock cage was happening this week. Now... what should he do when brad lost
the bet tonight - because he knew he would.
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As he drove to work, brad could smell Hal's scent about him and the car. He had jerked off pretty seriously in the shower, so he wasn't going to get that aroused so soon, but he was smiling. He liked the smell. He
was competitive, but losing to Hal at every challenge, was not that
bad. He began to think about the night - except then he realized - he
told Hal he wasn't coming by that night. He was sticking to that one! . Determination in his face, he got out of the car, and charged into the office.
"GREAT TIE brad!" His secretary called out to him.
"Oh, thank you . Lyn got it for me. She talked to a salesman at the big men's store. He recomended it."
"Did he recommend the shirt too?" She smiled. "You NEVER wear anything but white."
"That's not true. I wear.. stripes. Ok. I wear white striped shirts. " "Good thing Lyn is away. She might make you throw it out . You look
wicked sexy in it."
She made brad blush. "I gotta get to work on the Simons deal." He went into his office, and turned on his computer. He half expected some kind of obscene email from Hal.
Nothing.
"Probably before he goes to work or at lunch" he thought. Nothing.
"What the fuck? Am I just some piece of meat to him?" He called Hal, and got his voice mail.
"It's brad. What the fuck are you doing? Why are you ignoring me?" At 3, with no answer, he sent a text. "ANSWER ME. SIR"
Nothing.
He was pissed. REALLY pissed. He called again. This time Hal picked up.
"brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Shouldn't you be
hard at work?" The way Hal teased him about his name both wrankled brad, and got him excited, because he was too submissive to tell Hal not to use it. When he dragged out the name like that, brad did begin to get
erect.
"Why aren't you returning my messages?"
"You told me you wanted a day away. I'm giving you that." "I said I wanted a night away. NOT A WHOLE DAY"
Hal laughed. "Well, you're too late to invite me to lunch, and you're not gonna cocktease me all day, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. I know you've done that to some guys, but not me.."
Stymied, brad sputtered out. "Well.... can I take you out for a drink after work then?"
"Sorry, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. I think that would violate the deal, and since you were taking the night away, I have a date."
"WITH WHO"
"It's whom brad. Have a good night." Hal got off the phone.
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Dear readers: genks apologies for the last chapter. Know how the computer
always tells you "save your work? " I didn't. And I didn't even realize it was all gone until it was posted. So, I'm going to reconstruct the
rest of what you should have seen. Hope you enjoy.
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Brad got off the phone, frustrated. However passive he was in sex with men, he was used to getting what he wanted in just about every other
area. Hal, however, seemed to "have his number." It wasn't Hal who said that they should have the night off: Brad did. And what did Hal do?
HE WENT AND GOT ANOTHER DATE! Brad couldn't get his head around the
fact that this man was dating someone else , even for a night. Someone else was gonna get that cock! Wasn't it HIS cock to service?
He realized: it wasn't. He had no claim to it. Brad had read, in some of his magazines, stories about guys submitting to other guys: becoming their permanent sex slaves . In some of the stories, the two pledged to be faithful to each other. Hal hadn't brought it up, and Brad had only thought about, well, having a Master every now and then. He didn't
think he was ready. Now, he began to consider it.
He wanted to be with Hal that night. It had been nearly 10 hours since he had jerked off in the shower, and he was horny again. He got even
hornier when he thought about how Hal had fucked him, the way he worked his nips, and everything else. He thought he would hate Hal taking
control of his wardrobe, but he actually found it very erotic. Hal had better taste, and he DID look better.
He sighed. Maybe a gym trip would clear his head. He packed up his stuff and took a folder of work. He spoke to his secretary.
"I didn't get there this morning, T, so I'm going to head out, and get my workout in now. I'll work on the presentation at home.
"Nothing new about that Brad. You enjoy your night. Incidentally, Brad, whoever got you that new shirt, reads you like a book. Best looking
shirt you've worn in years." Brad blushed. It was one Hal had picked.
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While Brad was on his way to the gym, Hal was just finishing up his day.
He checked his phone to see if there were any other messages or texts from brad since the one where he hung up. None. Good. That meant he
was steaming. It was time to step things up a little. He had prepared "just in case" brad gave in, and came over. He had pulled out a few toys the night before to get ready. And now, he was using his employee discount to buy some more clothes for brad. In working through brad's wardrobe, he realized that like a lot of straight men, he had plenty of really casual clothes, and then his work clothes, but nothing in
between. Hal liked going out, and his man was going to look good. He liked the idea of being with a man who was better looking than he was, and also letting anyone who watched them, know who was in charge. He picked up some dark oxford shirts, way more casual than the ones brad
wore to work. They'd look good on him. After he had paid for them, he turned off his phone. No harm in stopping at Pockets for a drink. Who knows? Maybe brad would be there. Maybe he wouldn't. In any event, and again, Hal smiled, brad was going to be in his bed that night. And this night, he was going to get fucked.
Brad didn't go to Pockets after his workout. Instead, he showered,
seeing how stiff he was when he thought about Hal, dressed, and sat in his car, stewing. His competitive side was telling him "don't do it"
His horniness was telling him "you lost." He sighed, and texted to Hal "you win.I'll take my penalty. Can I please come over Sir?"
Hal saw the text as he finished his beer, and smiled. Now, let him stew for a few minutes. After 15, he went outside, so brad wouldn't hear bar sounds. He went to his own car, and called brad.
"OK. OK. YOU WIN. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO"
Hal's voice crooned. "Oh, you'll find out. It's more what I want to do to you. So, here's where we start. You get to make a choice. Either I come over to your place, and we sleep in your bed tonight. If we do
that, keep in mind that, since you're the girl in bed, you sleep in the girl's spot: your wife's. I'll take yours. On the other hand, you COULD come over here... and that punishment, I'm keeping quiet about it. "
Brad gulped. "You're the girl in bed" hit him harder than he thought
something like that would. But it was true. He bottomed. Just like his wife had done, when they used to have sex. Hal was the aggressor, the
way he had been, when their sex life was more active. And all the
while... he was thinking of what the sex would've been like with another man. Now he knew. He liked it. He liked just about all of it.
He had nosy neighbors, No one would say anything, but they'd notice a man going in his house at night, and not leaving until the next morning .
Lyn was easy to fool. The box under the bed? He had convinced her that these were heirlooms from his family, for use IF he ever died suddenly. She never touched them. He doubted she had any idea about his trips to the bar. But the neighbors... no, he couldn't take that risk.
"I'll come over to your place Sir. I'll accept the punishment."
"GOOD. Now I'm going to have to go because I don't want to disappoint my date. I'll see you later, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad."
That last extension of his name sent chills up and down brad. Good
ones. Whenever Hal spoke to him like that, it meant... OH GOD.He was leaking . Think of something else!
Brad really couldn't, so he drove over to Hal's house. Maybe he was
there. Just before he took off, he tried to make himself look as hot as possible. He took off his tie, folded it into a jacket pocket. Then he opened a second button, rolled up his sleeves, and tightened his pants. He had spent the workout on chest and butt exercises to get a pump. He got to Hal's house, and it was dark. The door was locked. Hal hadn't
told him when he would be back from the date, so he didn't know. Brad sighed, and sat down on the stoop. He had a bottleof water, and his
phone for entertainment.
About an hour later, he heard Hal drive up. If he had a tail, brad would have been wagging it. Hal pulled in, in front of his house, and smiled
when he saw brad.
"Well, well, well. . Look who showed up." Hal smiled, and snuck a finger inside brad's shirt,circling his navel. "Still wet. Gym and shower?"
"Please Hal. Please. Can we go inside?" "You embarrassed brrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? "
"A little. But I'm fucking horny. PLEASE."
"Ha ha ha. In good time, fucktoi. In good time." He opened the door. Brad rushed in, and tossed his jacket on the sofa. Then he went over to the bondage chair.
"Not so fast brad. Take this bag. I did some shopping for you today. Get to the bedroom. Put on the dark blue shirt. And your faded jeans. Then come back out here."
"Yes sir." Brad smiled. He was gonna get tied up! Who knew what else? In the bedroom, he pulled out the shirt. It was a dark blue oxford.
Really lush fabric, and it fit him snugly. If he tucked it in, he'd have to suck his gut in and... THAT WOULD POINT HIS NIPS OUT!" He finished
getting dressed, and came out. Hal smiled at him.
"Did you look in the mirror? Did you see how pretty you are?"
"No Sir. Does it really matter? What matters is you think I look good." "Well, I do. But if you think you're hot, the scene will be hotter. Go
look."
Brad did as he was told, and went to the window. "Hell, I might even top me" he thought. He saw Hal come up from behind him, and gently, but
firmly , take his wrists. Brad couldn't see, but he heard the click, and
he felt the metal. He was handcuffed. "FUCK. " He thought. He
fantasized about being cuffed so much, that all of his screen names had "cuffed" in them.
"Let's get you to that chair, fucktoi." "Yes sir," brad answered meekly.
Once brad was in the chair, Hal got to work. From behind, he began nibbling at brad's ear, sliding a hand over his left pec.
"So... did you think about what I might do to you tonight, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad.?"
"Yes sir. I thought you'd fuck me."
"Well, you're right. But I'm not going to fuck you until I have you
BEGGING for it." Roughly, he pushed brad's head to the side. His neck was exposed, and brad felt his beard rubbing. He began to
hyperventilate.
"Wouldn't it be the height of humilitation
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? You go to work. Your colleagues know, your wife is gone. And you've got a hickey. Heh heh heh."
"NO. DON'T DO THAT. PLEASE. PLEASE SIR. DO ANYTHING ELSE, BUT... "
"Anything else. You know I'll do anything else I want anyway, don't you?"
"Yes sir, but.."
Hal interrupted. "We're going to get to public humilitation, just not yet. Open your mouth."
"Why? OW" Hal had smacked his crotch, and when his mouth opened, he fit a gag in - one brad didn't know."
"It's a ring gag, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad." It keeps you
quiet,but... there's a great big space here, for me to shove things in, like my finger." He put his finger to brad's mouth and ordered him to lick it."
"Or a cock. I can keep you nice and silent, and fuck your face at the
same time. Sounds like fun." He took the wet finger, and a finger on his other hand, and ran them up and down brad's nips. Moaning, brad pushed
out his chest. He spread his legs, and Hal shoved his knee in , rubbing back and forth.
Brad thought he was going to die. He didn't think his nerve endings could handle much more. "
"Let's get to the bedroom. Cuffs will come off, but you're still getting tied up." Hal paused for a minute. "You like the feel of cuffs brad?"
"MMMHMMMM MHMMMM" Brad shook his head up and down.
"Yeah, the plus is that it's hopeless to fight them. The minus is that the bottom doesn't struggle. We'll be using them more." Brad felt the
metal release from his wrists. But he knew there were restraints on the bed, and Hal secured them. He looked down at Brad.
"You know, stud, you look just so fucking hot spread out that way.I don't want to ever let you up." He began opening brad's shirt buttons, and as he did, he licked his nips, and his chest. He nibbled each tit until
brad moaned.
"You ain't got a lot of fur brad, but enough for someone to notice if it were gone. I just wonder if there's a shaving in the future."
Brad tried to shout out "uh uh. uh uh," but they were just gurgles, as
Hal went back to his nips. When he finished, they both heard a buzz. It was brad's phone.
Hal had a big grin on his face. "Know who it is? It's Lyn."
"GRMPHGGGGKDLMDPDOGOGPA" brad struggled, but it did no good. Hal answered the call.
"Lyn? Hi this is Hal. I picked up the phone because, well, brad is all tied up right now. He's really in the middle of something, and I'm not sure when he'll be done. Is everything ok?"
Brad heard his wife's voice and then Hal smile. "Well, I'm really glad you're having a good time with your family Lyn. " Then as she spoke
more, he began stroking brad's belly. There was a big smile on his face.
"I'm sure he's not going to object to you being away for another week,
Lyn. " Another pause. "Ha ha. No, no no. I'm making sure he eats
well, and that he doesn't spend too many hours at the office. Yeah, you can't kill a workaholic spirt, but at least he's in a place where it's
more homey. " "Yes ma'am, it's a big house, and there are four
bedrooms, and three baths." "Dinner? Well, tonight I was gonna feed him sausage."
Brad raised his voice, and made more incomprehensible sounds. Hal spoke to Lyn. "Could you excuse me, Lyn? I put a tea kettle on and it's old
and crotchety. Let me just tune down the noise." He put the phone on mute, and then he pressed his elbow into brad's crotch. HARD.
"You haven't gotten your punishment yet, and if you don't stop acting out, it's gonna get worse. Clear?" Brad sighed, and shook his head yes."
Hal went back to the phone.
"Well, Lyn, I really should get to feeding your husband." "Ha ha. No, it won't be too greasy, I promise. How late will you be up? Just an
hour ? Well, ok, if he's not done, I'll make sure he calls you first
thing tomorrow, before he goes to work. "Yes, he's staying with me. I convinced him that the last thing you need is a house that looks like a pig lived there for a week. You enjoy the rest of the visit, Lyn, and
I'll make sure he calls tomorrow."
Hal got off the phone, with a BIG grin across his face.
"Well, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, that changes everything. Having two weeks with you gives me SO MANY MORE opportunities to train you." The look of anger and frustration in brad's eyes varied with a sense of excitement.
"Now,let's show you how well that gag works. First, though, let's get you prepared." Hal pulled off brad's shoes, and then slipped off the jeans, and the red jock.
"Hmmm. I'm gonna put this to the side, brad. Might use THIS as the gag tomorrow. Or my own. Or both. "
After he had brad's jeans off, and brad's cock was standing at attention, he stradlled brad's chest and pulled up his head. "See how easily my
cock can get in there? Get your tongue around it stud. Get it nice and wet. Cause that's what's lubing you tonight. Whatever you put on the
cock.
Brad gulped. He had a feeling Hal wasn't gonna be as gentle tonight as he had been. He moved his tongue around, trying to get fluid on every
inch of Hal's cock. Hal was smiling. "Oh yeah. You learned a lot from your backroom days, bradford... " He slid back and forth, and then came out. He reached behind brad's head, and unlocked the gag. "No need for this now, and I wanna hear you scream.
"I hate you fucker. I hate you, and I want you. FUCK ME. You're a bastard. You're a first class JERK. But I want your cock."
"Well, brad, I didn't think you cared. I'll be especially rough now that I know."
"Oh shit..." brad whispered . He thought "I've got to stop being mouthy.
Then he grimaced as Hal went in. He was right. He WAS being rougher tonight.
"I even took a pill today brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. I knew you'd be back."
"Of course he did ," brad thought. "He's got me figured out like a chess game."
Right now, though, it wasn't chess Hal was playing. He was using one
piece, a thick one, and it was sliding back and forth. At one point, he brushed a spot that made Brad buck up.
"OOOOO. Did we just find a hot spot." He went back and rubbed his cock back and forth on that part of brad's wall, and brad almost cried.
"Let's keep that in mind. brad's man pussy has a g spot."
"OH GEEZ this feels so good." Hal pounded Brad's ass sliding faster and faster.
"You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot. YOU ARE MY BITCH" Hal screamed as he shot into brad. The phrase "you are my bitch, set off brad, and he
followed. He hadn't climaxed too often without touching himself, and it was an amazing one.
"Oh shit Sir..." brad was breathing hard. "that was awesome. So fucking good. "
Hal slid his hand up and undid the restraints. "Get into the bathroom.
There's a cum rag there. Clean up."
"Yes sir. " Brad wondered what was next. He still hadn't gotten
punishment. When he came out of the bathroom, though, he saw what the punishment was. Hal was holding a chastity cage in his hand. He tossed it to brad.
"You're gonna wear this tomorrow. All day. Maybe a second day. And you'll definitely wear it during the softball game.
"The hell with that," brad spat back.
"You have a choice. You can put it on yourself, or I'll hold you down, and lock it. Trust me brad. If I lock it, I'll be less gentle than
you."
"Yes sir." brad had read about chastity belts, and had wondered how long he could go without shooting.
"The key."
"Yes sir." Brad handed him the key to the cage.
"How well you behave, and how well you obey, will determine how long it stays on. But you'll be wearing it for at least a day. You'll wear it to dinner, you'll wear it to the gym. " He paused. "Because two weeks
gives me time to break you completely. This first week is orientation.
Next week, we get hot and heavy, and you WILL submit. You WILL become my str8 boi sex slave."
brad gulped. He was about to get something he had always wanted. Now, he wasn't sure.