brent gave his wife a call and told her he'd be late coming home - that he might have to spend the night in the city, but he'd try to get home later in the evening. He also told her that the case he was working on had heated up, and there might be a few more days where he'd need to stay (Don had told him he was in town for the week). He didn't want to do this: Don got to him in a way that frustrated him, and infuriated him. He wasn't gay: he wasn't attracted to men. Yet, Don got him as erect as a steel pole, and he treated him, well, like he was Don's bitch. He didn't know why Don chose him, or why he was doing it, but he didn't want Don to cross paths with his family. brent and Louise were in the "doldrums" in the middle of their marriage, and he didn't want to make things worse. Beyond that - and he blushed when he thought about it - he hadn't enjoyed having sex as much as he did with Don, for a long, LONG time. All that was going through his mind when he saw that he had ten minutes to get across the street. He sighed, shut his computer, packed his briefcase, put his jacket on over his blue shirt, and made his way to the hotel. He could feel his dick getting harder as he went down the elevator.
Don was sitting in the lobby of the hotel, drinking what looked like iced tea. brent saw him, and when Don looked back, there was a big smile on his face as he stood up. "BIG BRENT! DADDY BRENT! I'm so glad you're here. On time, too." brent was blushing from the familiarity. "Yeah, I'm here, like you told me." "GOOD. Glad you haven't forgotten who gives the orders, ha ha." "Yeah you made sure of that." "How's about we go upstairs, big brent? I wanna have enough time to do all I have planned, and still get you home." "You're gonna let me go home?" "For tonight, yes. I'm gonna drive ya too big man, because the last train may leave before I'm done with ya. But we're gonna do some planning and you're gonna have some sleep overs this week too. Any problems with that?" "WHY DOES HE ASK QUESTIONS LIKE THAT? IT'S JUST TO TORTURE ME, I KNOW IT." "no sir," brent answered. "Heh heh. I didn't think so. By the way... I don't think I've ever seen you in lawyer drag. You look REAL sweet. Nice jacket. Shows off your daddy belly. OH WOW. You even do the sexy thing with two buttons opened. I LIKE that.. Just a little of your hair popping out, and your nipples: the outline just begging for someone to come and take them." He told this to brent in the elevator, leaning over to whisper "and I will."
"Down this way. Room 606. Palindromic. Kinda apt." Don led him to a room. When he opened the door, brent saw that Don had equipped the bed with restraints at the four corners, and there was a chair like the one he had used on brent, in the center of the room. Don had moved one of the tiny tables in the room over, and it had a gag, a blindfold, nipple clamps, and some stuff brent had never seen in his life. "How's about we get started with... a little necking..." Don pushed brent up against a wall of the room and pinned his wrists. Then he moved in and started running his tongue across brent's lips. "MMMMM. Missed these sexy babes. So nice and soft. " He smiled as he kissed. "Open up big man." brent hesitated and he felt Don's knee up in his crotch. "SHIT" brent yelped, and Don shoved his tongue down his mouth. brent squirmed but Don had him trapped. "You're not liking that handsome. Why not?" "I thought we were done." Don laughed. "OH NO NO NO handsome. You are NEVER gonna be done with me. Now, how about you take off your jacket, and then get in the chair. A little foreplay before the REAL game begins." brent wondered about escape, and gave up the thought. Even if he DID get out of the room, Don would hunt him back down, or he'd take off and get to his house. brent took the train to work, Louise dropping him off, but Don probably had a car. Yeah, he'd be there much faster. "You know where those hands go brent. Can't have forgotten, have you?" "No sir," he grunted, putting them behind his back, behind the back of the chair. Don used some rope to secure them. brent winced as he felt the knot being tightened. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmph." He had no reason to make any sound, but he knew that it would get Don excited. He was trying to convince himself that... well, if he got Don overly excited, he'd have a chance at escape. He felt Don put his scruffy little beard on his neck. He rubbed it back and forth very gently, and now, brent had a reason to moan through the gag. "I COULD press down harder brent, you know that... Then you'd be bringing something back to your wife that might be hard to explain. Understand me?" "mmmmmmmmmmph" Don hadn't done much of this last time and the bristles were waking up his nerves. But he did NOT want to have to explain "beard burn" to Louise. It was a submissive bow of brent's head that showed he understood. He felt Don's hands slip down to his nipples. His beard continued to rest on brent's neck. As Don's fingers began to work, slowly, and brent's moans got stronger, Don whispered "I love tying you up boy, because you look so good. But also... it lets me use my hands to do... different things. Like notice how damn HARD you're getting. You missed me, didn't ya sweetheart?" As Don's hand descended to brent's crotch, brent shoo his head NO, but Don just kept on chuckling. He whispered: "how'd you like to cum tonight straight boy?" "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH.", Don laughed. "Well, I don't know if that's a yes or no, but if you DO cum... I'm gonna film it. Just so you know." He ran his hand through brent's hair. "Now, how about we just chat a little. I'll even take the gag off, but NO, I am NOT untying you stud. And while you sit, you're gonna keep those tits pointed out." Don's eyes twinkled. "I have a little paddle to encourage you. With a hard cock, it'll be even easier."
Don pulled up a chair opposite the tied up brent. He smiled when he saw brent push out his chest. "You can go first, brent boy. Whatcha wanna ask?" "Why are you after me? Why are you doing this?" "Whoa ho. Two questions. But they're related. I can answer them. If ya haven't figured it out, I'm a little off center, and it comes out in how much I like straight guys with dad bodies. Don't ask me why, ain't gonna do the analysis. It's like someone favoring pepsi over coke. Just something I like. " He smiled. "And I like blonds. And blue eyes. Not that easy to find everything I like in one guy, but... I go around to bars and stuff where straight daddies congregate. There was some SERIOUS talent in that bar that night, brent. And I was all set to take someone else with me and then... I thought 'HOLY SHIT THANK YOU JESUS' when you walked in."
"So... you weren't looking for me in particular?" "Hell no. At that point, I thought it was gonna be a quick fuck and on my way. But DAYUM brent. You made it so much fun. Just the right amount of resistance, just the right amount of submission. And so DAMN CUTE." Don smiled. "How about struggling in the ropes? It'll get me real excited." Another question that wasn't a request. brent pulled at the ropes. He squirmed in the chair, and he saw Don pressing a hand on his cock. "OH FUCKING YEAH STUD. GOD. You're gonna get such a hard cock later."
"HEY. It's my turn to ask a question. You gotta tell the truth. You like it when I fuck you?" brent knew he'd better not lie about this. "I don't like the start. It always hurts. But once you're in... It feels good." "HA! I'm gonna have to use more lube. Now, let me ask you something else. You like the games I play with you?" "NO. I hate being tickled. I hate being teased. " "Even those sweet titties stud?" brent was quiet and he blushed. He DID like that. He just didn't want to say it. "Well, I'll get an answer..." Don reached out and rubbed fingers over brent's tits, until brent gave up. "YES. YES I like that. OH GOD. I do." As Don kept playing with them, he asked. "Ya hate being tickled don't you?" "FUCK YES. " "How about being tied up?" "I don't love it. I don't hate it." Don got up out of his seat. "Well, stud, the news is: I'm gonna keep tying you up. I'm gonna keep playing with your tits. I'm gonna keep tickling and teasing you and... I'm gonna keep fucking you. It's a mixed back. Like anything else.
Speaking of which... you're making me so damn hard, it's time for the next phase. I'm gonna untie you and then you're gonna get on the bed on your back. The way you know I like it. " As he loosened the bonds, Don said "I keep on thinking that sooner or later, you're gonna try to slug me, and I'm gonna have to kick the crap outta you daddy brent. It'd be hot, but you're too much of a wimp." "I thought you LIKED me helpless." "I DO. I like to get you there though. Now, stretch out your arms further. THERE. GOOD BOY" The ropes didn't cut into brent's wrists, and they stretched a little, but brent was bound securely. "Pull at them. As if you had a chance to escape." brent found that the stretch was deceiving: it let him think he was making progress, but then the rope pulled back and he was where he started. Don was getting undressed in front of him. His skinny chest got a gentle rise out of brent, but when he dropped his pants and brent saw his hard cock.. that gentle rise became a jolt. He lay on top of brent, and brent felt Don's lips kissing his neck and ear. "You look SO FUCKING HOT IN LAWYER DRAG BRENT. And that blue shirt... it makes your eyes pop so much. GOD you may be the prettiest man I've had in a long, LONG time. Maybe ever." He nudged brent's crotch with his knee and brent moaned . Don's beard hair was on brent's neck and harder than in the chair. "UUUUNNNNNNNG" came out of brent, and Don whispered "You know...sooner or later, I'm gonna get my cock past those sweet lips." brent said nothing. Don sat up, straddling his torso. "I really think you should wear blue as much as possible studboy." He began opening brent's shirt. It fell open at the sides, and Don's mouth closed around a nipple. "OH SHIT. " brent moaned. It had been over a year. He had forgotten JUST how good it felt, expecially when Don was squeezing his second one. Before he switched positions, he smiled at Don. "So you keep clothespins in your office, just for fun?" brent smiled and blushed. "Yes sir. I do." "do they make you climax?" "No Sir." "Well, tonight, they will . Trust me. For now though.. No clothespins. Just fingers." Don began squeezing brent's nipples while his tongue moved all over his torso. brent closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.
"DAMN you know what brent? I can't decide whether to tickle you before I fuck you or not. " He smiled. brent knew he was lying, and Don's fingers dug into his pits. He couldn't resist. He was even more helpless as Don moved down brent's body, working his ribs and then moving to his belly. "Know what? I never investigated some more 'private areas' brent. Let's check those. He got brent's shoes off, then his pants. He smiled as he ran his nails over the inside of brent's thighs, and brent just began convulsing in laughter. Then he moved to brent's balls. He gave them a good serious tickling. "Well, well. This is all VERY useful information for going forward?" brent tried to lift his head up. "Going forward?" "I TOLD YA BRENT. I'm here for the week and we're gonna be spending some overnights. Gonna need stuff to do. Not right now though, cause I know EXACTLY what I'm gonna be doing." brent's legs went up, and he felt a wad of something greasy at the tip of Don's thumb beginning to press in. "I figured you were out of practice. I'll be leaving you something at the end of the week to keep those muscles flexible. Now though.... brent saw the smile, and he felt the cockhead he hadn't felt in over a year, take possession of his ass. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. GOD YOU"RE BIGGER. YOU'RE BIGGER." "Nah, you just need practice stud.." It was like a guided missile. Don got in much easier than he had the first couple of times. He smiled as he saw the contortions on brent's face as he took in Don's cock. It was bigger than average, but not huge. Don knew how to move it around though, to get the biggest "bang" for the buck. He smiled as he saw brent trying not to show how much pleasure he was getting. When he squeezed brent's nipples again, though, the moans just started pouring out. "Oh, you like that straight boy don't you? Nice big COCK up your ass, sliding back and forth, stopping when you moan.. You need it every night." brent was wincing. He agreed, but he didn't want to say it. Still... "yes sir." "Ha ha. Maybe I gotta move to Long Island to take care of my straight bitch." "Straight bitch." GOD, was that what he was? " brent was having a hard time but.. he wanted Don's cock to stay inside of him. Don began to slide a little faster. His fingers traced circles around brent's sides, tickling him slightly. brent's cock was rigid too, but Don did NOT have plans to let brent shoot. Nope. He had something much more wicked in mind." "TAKE MY LOAD STRAIGHT BITCH." Don thrust, and the jizz filled brent's ass the way it had those first few times. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. YES! YES SIR YES!" Don bent down and ran a line of kisses from brent's forehead down to his chin. The chin kisses caused brent to inadvertenly open his mouth. He felt a big cloth knot getting pushed in. "mmmmmmmmmmmh?" "Gonna be doing something with those clothespins big brent. Last thing before we have some dinner. " brent was still tied down, and he couldn't do anything as Don took the bag of clothespins. He HOWLED as Don put each one on his sides: right down the rib cage. Then one on each nipple. Then, finally, three on his loose ball skin. brent wasn't moaning, he wasn't howling. He was SCREAMING. "Just gonna leave them there until room service arrives brent boy. Then we're gonna eat, and then.. I'm gonna drive you home. " After Don placed the order, he came back and began to toy with the clothespins. There was a certain numbness that came over brent's tits and ribs, but every time Don touched the ones on his balls, brent "squealed like a pig" as Don put it when the room service dinner arrived. Don had put on a robe to get it. "Cute boy. Not as cute as this man here, but... cute.. Now, let me get those off before the food gets cold." The tit pins went off, and then the balls. Now, taking off the side pins slowly, brent was in more agony. "See brentster? This is the kind of punishment I give my boys when they defy me. Keep that in mind." As he took the last pin off, Don also pulled out the gag and he undid the wrist restraints. "Might wanna pull on some pants sexy. I even ordered up some wine. "
While they were eating, Don laid out the next itinerary. "So, stud, tomorrow I'm seeing someone else." brent looked at him. "Yeah, you may not believe this, but people pay for my services. You're getting them for free. Ain't ya lucky. HA HA. But the day after... yeah, we're gonna have some fun. Maybe even go to the gay bar that's around here, which we can do because you're staying over." brent began to speak and Don smiled at him. "That wasn't a suggestion. pack a change of clothes. Make sure Louise knows." A sigh. "yes sir." They had finished dinner. "Yeah, last train's gone big brent, but don't worry. You get your clothes on, I'll get dressed, it'll be a fun drive."
They were in Don's care fifteen minutes later. brent was tired. He usually slept a little on the train, and he dozed off in the car. Don got him up when they stopped at a light. "Open your pants zipper, stud." "Excuse me Sir?" "You heard me. OPEN IT" brent did. His cock popped out. "Start jerking. No one can see you. NO. DO NOT REACH for your handkerchief." "What the..." brent thought, but he WAS horny. He began to stroke. He was getting harder and harder. When he was close to climax, Don whispered "fucktoi," and it did it. He exploded all over his pants, his shirt. He caught his breath. It felt good. Then he realized what had happened: he'd have to explain this to Louise. Don was giggling as they pulled up in front of brent's house. There was a light on in the living room. "I'll see you in two days, stud. Don't forget. " brent laughed. "like you'd let me." "Ha ha. Fair point. You're beginning to get me. Have a good tomorrow. Maybe I'll check in." By the time brent got to the door, Don's car had disappeared. He hadn't figured out what to tell Louise about the "spill." Maybe she's asleep..." he thought.