College Bar

College Bar Chapter One

I love to have meetings in college towns. The night before, I can always get something a little more special than in any other kind of town. My hotel room affords me the greatest privacy and anonymity, State College was no exception. While I had no idea which bar to go to, I knew every college town had bars filled with students

The first bar, I passed announced a blues band on its window. No one was to be seen outside. Farther down on College Avenue, I saw a thirty foot long line outside a bar called Players. I asked someone about the bar. He said the DJ played hip hop, dance and progressive music. Sounded like a young crowd to me. I got in line. I get so horny traveling. College towns are filled with so much opportunity to deal with that horniness.

There was no cover at Players, but it was Ticket Night. You could buy up to four tickets for drinks at a buck each. Sounded good to me. Like most college town bars, Players was not a gay bar, but a bar where gay men could feel comfortable among the breeders. I'd need a drink or two to figure out who was who, what was what and who was what. The two bars were busy, but I got my first drink and began to cruise the bar. Immediately, I could tell I was dressed a little urban for this college crowd; faded Armani jeans, double washed maroon T, and a faded, banded collar denim shirt unbuttoned to the navel with sockless Timberland boat shoes. Nearly everyone was wearing chinos or chino shorts, topped with a T shirt or sport shirt. Sneakers were the footwear of the day.

I could see who was dancing with whom. The gays I noticed danced and dressed like fems. Not my type! I finished the first drink.

I turned from the dance floor to the other bar behind me this time. I waited for the bar tender's attention. I looked across the bar to the elevated opposite side. Holy Mother, there he was! Although seated, he looked to be 6' 3", strawberry blonde, absolutely flawless skin, high cheek bones, Rob Lowe's jaw, a winning smile, about 25, broad shoulders flowing to a disappearing waist probably 170 pounds. I began to stare at him. I could take my eyes off him. He was talking to some fat, overweight guy who looked like a linebacker. Could they be a couple?

I had not seen anyone this masculine, not and handsome in ages. Even films do have guys this attractive. Suddenly, his eyes caught mine. He seemed not to notice; looked away. The bar tender gave me my second drink. I continued to stare. As he talked with his buddy, I was captivated by his warm smile and facial animation. I watched his large thin fingers gesture to amplify his points. There was something erotic about this Adonis' manner. He would be good, real good! Again, his eyes caught mine. This time his face froze, his smile left, his mouth shriveled up in fear. He knew he was cruised! Tonight, he wasn't gay. Not yet. He would not be mine tonight! Maybe next year.

That kind of thing can only happen in a mixed bar in a college town. It's so frustrating. I was feeling my cock rub against my briefs. I wanted him so bad, but he was not to be.

Chapter Two

I turned from the bar with my third drink, now a little loosened up, a little hornier and a lot more compromising about what I'd take back to my room. There was a gay corner on the dance floor. Some guys were older and fatter than I liked. Some of the younger guys were cute. I began to stake out my prey.

There was one guy who stood out, possibly because he was dressed a bit more hip; chino shorts topped with a white designer banded collar shirt with bloused sleeves and covered by a knitted designer vest; or possibly because he never left the dance floor. He was always there. He was cute, about 5' 6", light blonde crew cut, dark tan, smooth, cute face, blue eyes, maybe 130 pounds nicely turned up nose with a rounded tip. While he danced like a fem, I noticed he had thicker thighs that I usually liked a bit out of proportion to his body. Two negative strokes against him, but I was that horny.

When I cruise a guy, there is never any doubt that he has been cruised. He was cute! I watched him dance with his friends. During the second dance after I began cruising his eyes met mine. He knew he was cruised. He looked away. A few minutes later, he stared into my eyes again. His expression grew petulant! Through three more dance numbers, he teased me on or ignored my gazes. Then, he came to three feet from where I was standing, picked up his beer, swallowed and went out to the dance floor again. Through another three dances, he played his little game with me. I'm usually very patient, but I could see this tease thought his ass was gold and loved to play people along.

I moved from that corner of the gay room to the other side of the gay guys. There I saw a smiling, masculine, athletic looking guy, no more than 5' 4", light blonde, athletic build, about 25. He was talking with everyone.

"What's the party about?" I asked.

"It's a going away party for me," He said with a warm, friendly smile. "I got a new job in Atlanta and I'm moving this weekend."

"That's great," I said. "By the way, my name is Bill. Can I buy you a drink to help celebrate?"

"My name is Alan. Sure. I'm drinking Coors Light. The more the merrier," He said.

I bought Alan a drink. He introduced me to his friends which were standing with us. Even the cute blonde dancer was introduced to me when he came off the dance floor for a sip of beer, but he continued his tease. Thank was all right with me, because I was going to get Alan to come back to my room to give him a going away present.

Alan and I began to have a good time together. In between our conversation, he got up and danced with his buddies, but always came back to talk with me. He had rugged good looks and talked and acted straight. That was a real turn on for me.

"Alan, what are you doing after the bar closes?" I asked. "You look pretty partied out. If you came back to my room, I'd give you a going away massage."

"Bill, we've all had a good time since ten tonight. We're all partied out. It's ok, if I leave now," he said.

I told him I was at the EconoLodge and gave him my room number.

"Alan, give me a minute, I have to go to the head to take a leak. I'll be right back." I had to piss like a Russian.

Chapter Three

I went to the men's' room and went right to the urinal. After I finished giving back the liquor, I zipped up and went to the sink, turned on the water and began to wash my hands, when I noticed two sinks down from me was that cute, blonde tease who thought he was too good for me. That stuck up bastard! He pissed me off! We were alone.

I don't know what came over me, but I took my wet hands from the sink, grabbed his designer shirt above each nipple, turned him toward me, then pushed him back to the ceramic wall beside the sinks and roughly pushed him to the floor.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, you worthless piece of shit?" I yelled.

He looked up at me in astonishment! He began to stand up. "I didn't know," He whimpered. "I didn't know. I'm sorry." He began to whine in an almost begging manner.

I was even more pissed at him. I planted my right leg, reared back and dropped kicked him into the same ceramic wall. "Keep the fuck away from me, you stuck up piece of shit!"

A drop of blood was dripping from the left side of his mouth. "Please, sir, I don't even know your name. I beg you. I want you tonight," He begged.

"Another year, another lifetime, maybe, jerk. Nobody fucks with me like that!" bellowed back.

Still on the floor, he grabbed my left ankle and held tight. "Sir, I just want to please you, sir. I thought you were like all the other guys," he begged.

With my right leg, I kicked him hard, twice in the chest until he let go. "It's your loss, shit head. I don't want to see you tonight; not tomorrow night, not ever," I stated firmly. "I'm busy tonight. You can't do anything for me. Understand?"

He lay there on the floor, moaning, defeated, whimpering in a begging manner.

I left the men's' room just as others were coming in. I went back to Alan. He told me he was an accountant and just landed a job in Atlanta. He was on a party high. This little guy would be all the fun I'd need for the night.

Chapter Four

I arrived at my room at the EconoLodge just before Alan. I waited at my car for him.

In the moonlight, his small athletic body was even better than I thought. He had broad shoulders a defined chest and very small waist. Couldn't wait to find out what was in those pants.

Alan and I talked quietly as I unlocked the room. I turned on the room light for 30 seconds to take off my watch and let him get acquainted with the room light. I closed the door and turned off the lights. I backed him against the inside of the door, pulled his shoulders toward me and drove my tongue down his throat. Immediately, he responded, putting his arms around me and returning my tongue thrust with his. He was going to be hot. We stood there kissing and embracing for probably five minutes; doing nothing else.

Then he reached down, grabbed the bottom of my denim shirt and began unbuttoning the remaining buttons with his right hand. Then he pulled the tail of the shirt out of my pants, unbuttoned the last button, and pulled the shit off. It fell to the floor behind me.

I began to rub Alan's hard nipples with my right hand. Without missing a thrust of our tongues, he crossed him arms, reached down to the bottom of his T shirt and with one swift movement pulled off the T shirt and threw it to the floor behind him, pulling away to miss one tongue thrust.

Suddenly, the where three light knocks at the door. It was 2:30 in the morning! We froze. It was like cold water being poured over both of us.

"Bill, what the fuck is that?" He asked a bit nervously.

"I don't know," I said. "Stand over there out of line of sight from the door."

Three light knocks came again.

I swung open the door. There was the jerk I pummeled in the men's room.

"Please sir, I have to see you," He pleaded.

After the scare he gave us, I grabbed him by the shirt violently. But, before I could say a word Alan's right arm was on mine.

"Bill, wait!" he stated firmly in a mature way. "I introduced you to Eric at my party."

"Alan, he rejected me all night. Besides I have you tonight," I said.

Eric stood silently with my hands grabbing his shirt.

"Bill, I want you tonight, also," Alan said. "Eric is one of the friends I'm leaving behind. This is a party, Bill. Lighten up. Eric has certain needs that he can get here in town. For some reason, he thinks you can give it to him. Would you that for me too."

I looked at Alan and asked, "Do you know what you are asking? Do you know the scene he needs?"

"Yes, I do, Bill," Alan said. I still held onto Eric's shirt, but less firmly.

"Alan, his scene is not our scene. Do you know what I have do to do with him, to give us some peace?" I asked.

"Bill, I'm not a kid. Eric and I are very close friends. We've talked about everything the past four years; everything. Go ahead, Bill, it won't bother me. I want him to have what he wants, too, at my party."

"All right, Alan, give me a few minutes."

I jerked Eric into the room and closed the door. Alan sat in a chair. I slammed Eric against a wall.

"Please sir, I'll do anything to please you," Eric begged.

"Don't move a muscle, you worthless Slave. I opened the duffel on the dresser that I carry with my Master supplies. I grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, Sir." He said affirmatively. "How may I serve you, Sir?"

I pulled out my blindfold and placed it over his eyes. I had to get rid of this guy for a few hours. Alan was watching. He had never seen anything like this before. Quickly, I unbuttoned Eric's chino shorts and unzipped them. They dropped to the floor. There he stood with his flaccid manhood.

"Slave Eric, you look like a jerk!," I said. "If you want to please me, you'll have to not bother me for some time to come. I can't tell you when or how long.

"Sir, yes, Sir. Do whatever you need, Sir, but let me please you."

With that, I crumpled a piece of hotel stationery and shoved it in his mouth. I reached for the gaffers tape in my duffel and completed the gag over his mouth. I could see him wince.

Next, I reached for the thin twine in my duffel. I took a length and tied it quite tightly around the base his flaccid cock. A cock that looked like it belonged on a much bigger man. Next I took another length of twine and tied the base of his balls very tightly.

Alan was watching. It became more than he could take. He burst out in laughter of the theater of the absurd being played out before him.

"I just can't help it," Alan wailed with laughter.

I told Eric to sit on the floor. When he did, I tied his ankles together, then tied a loop to his neck and tied his tied ankles to that loop, bending his face over to his legs.

"Slave, you have to be out of the way, scum bag. The only way you can please me is to be out of the way."

Then, I grabbed Eric's ankles and dragged him across the carpeted floor onto the cold ceramic floor of the bathroom. I heard his pain. I got under his body and pushed him into the bath tub. I turned off the lights and closed the bathroom door. I could hear Eric mumbling through the gag.

"Yes Sir, I will please you in any way you want, Sir," Eric mumbled and groaned. As I closed the bathroom door, there was silence.

I returned to the bedroom where Alan was sitting.

Chapter Five

Alan looked up at me, his chest bare and covered with blonde hair.

In wonderment, he said, "Bill, I can't you are doing this for Eric for me. You are such a great guy. He needs this so bad. This makes me feel so good about you."

"Geez, it's ok, Alan," I said humbly. "I just didn't want what I had to do with Eric to turn you off."

I walked over and turned off the lights that had been on since Eric arrived. Alan stood up and lovingly pull me close to him, resting his chin on my T shirted chest.

Alan said, "You're great, Bill. You have a big heart. You're very kind. Eric has been so frustrated. You are making my great party even better."

I pulled his face to mine and we resumed, where we left off; our hot tongues exploring one another's mouths. I kicked off my Timberland boat shoes. Alan kicked off his white sneakers. We hugged and kissed our way to the bed, where we collapsed in each other's arms. We caressed and kissed and rolled actively over one another. Alan was getting very hot. He was on his back. I sat up. He just lay there.

I unbuckled his chinos, unzipped them, and pulled them over his ankles. Alan had a nice bulge in his Calvin briefs, more than enough to make Marky Mark jealous. Alan was aroused by this.

"Oh, no, you too," He looked up and said.

I pulled of my jeans and threw them to the floor, then fell between his legs. I put each leg over one shoulder. He was so hot! I kissed my way up his right inner thigh. He lay back breathing intermittently. I mouthed the bulge through his briefs. He was hard as a rock. I mouthed the entire length of the shaft to the head of his manhood.

Quickly, he pushed me way! "No!" He exclaimed. "This is taking far too long, stud." He rolled me over on my back in a flash with what was probably a wresting hold, and nearly ripped my briefs from my body. Then nearly as quickly, he reared back on his knees and yanked off his Calvins.

I could see his manhood was not the biggest I've seen, but probably over 6 inches, very thick, very hard, defined by veins with a really great looking head.

He fell on my stomach. Rubbing my nipples, he kissed his way down to my hairline, the continued down the side of my left hip. My legs swung wide open to accommodate him. Then he began licking my ball sack. I could feel myself get harder. But, I cum so fast the first time! He licked the side of my shaft. I was getting delirious. I had to do something!

I lifted him by the shoulders and turned him over, while pushing him to the top of the bed.

"This is your part, Alan. You are getting the first present," I said.

I dove between his legs. His tumescence stood like steel rod. It came straight out from his body, then curved gently downward. I began kissing, Alan's balls. I took both in my mouth at once, rolling them around on my tongue. He writhed in ecstasy. I licked the sides of his shaft, lubing his member as I went. I pushed his stiffness back toward his stomach, the rubbed the area from the base of his head to where the shaft begins with my tongue over and over. He continued to writhe on the bed continuously, until he could stand no more.

"Take me, Bill, take me. I can't stand this anymore."

I slowly place the head of his manhood in my mouth, going down on it slowly. I felt his hands snap to the back of my neck, driving his member quickly, completely into my mouth and almost down my throat. His hips moved in and out to the rhythm of my long, slow strokes from his head to the hairs on his bush. He was being driven out of his mind.

I felt his cock become longer in my mouth and tasted his precum. Just as he was about to cum, the flat of his hands hit my shoulders knocking me backwards to my back, my head close to the bottom of the bed. He stood on his knees between my legs and made the last two strokes necessary. Three large loads of cum spewed forth from his manhood onto my abdomen and chest. Alan bent over me rubbing that cum all over me, then fell on my legs, where he began to lick and suck up all of that cum.

Now, I was as hard as I would get. Alan knew it. Instinctively, he kissed across the hairline of my bush, pushing my member out of the way when necessary. I was so aroused.

Alan lubed my shaft with long laps of his tongue to the sides of my shaft. If I could only hold on! Then his head mounted my shaft. He sucked faster and harder than I do. The hard sucking I liked, the speed, I didn't. I took his head with both hands and slowed him down. He was exceptional! Perhaps one of the best blow jobs I've ever had!

My breathing became irregular. Cold sweat formed on my brow. Alan was so good. He was rubbing the space between my ass and my balls as he sucked. But, I was losing sight of him. All I could think of was how good this felt, how close to losing my load I was! I stiffened to hold back.

"Alan," I cried out.

Still sucking, he assured me by mumbling, "It's ok."

The greatest moment of my day! I exploded three times in Alan's willing mouth. He continued sucking causing my balls to leap in my sack. My cum filled his mouth and the excess he couldn't handle dribbled out the left side of his mouth. He swallowed, the collapsed beside me. I took him in my arms and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Bill, you are great!," he said looking up.

"I just wanted to give you a going away present, Alan," I said.

"It was my best present, Bill. My best. I will always remember you, too, Stud!" He smiled and hugged me.

I took his face between my hands and looked into his blue eyes, "Alan, I want to fuck you. I feel I haven't given you enough."

He looked me straight in the eyes, "No lie, Stud. This has been the best. You've given me enough, I'm not anal."

We continued to make out for another half hour, the rested in each other's arms. He sat up.

"Bill, this has been great. I really will never forget," He said, as he began to get dressed.

We continued our small talk for a few more minutes. He walked to the door. I was still lying in bed.

"Bill, don't forget to give Eric what he needs for me," he said as he left.

Chapter Six

Jesus, I had forgotten Eric. Shit! I promised! Shit! I was pissed at Eric. Shit! I was exhausted. It was almost daylight. I had a meeting in the morning! I remembered that I had wanted him earlier. That pissed me off more! When I get pissed at myself, I'm a terror.

I went to the bathroom, turned on the light, expecting Eric to be asleep, but he was fumbling with the handcuff. Actually scratched the bath tub. I took him by the front hairs of his crew cut.

"You miserable piece of shit," I yelled ripping off his gag, "Do you know it's almost morning?"

"Sir, I waited for you. I will be the best you've ever had, Sir."

"Eric. it's 5 in the morning. You might have been the best I've had three hours ago. I'm too tired now, Slave."

"Sir, yes, Sir, but please let me please you," He pleaded.

I was tired and pissed, and then I usually get nasty. I let go of Eric's crew cut, he slumped into the tub. I grabbed him by both ears, pulling him up in the tub, pulling him to inches of my face.

"Slave, the code word for lighten up is Tame. Do you understand Slave?"

"Sir, yes, Sir. Tame, Sir."

I could see his mouth wince from the pressure on his ears. "Slave, the code word for more intense is Burn. Do you understand, Slave?"

"Slave, the code word for lighten up is Burn. Do you understand Slave?"

I gave him a deep hard kiss. He returned a firm wet, deep one. I jerked him out of the tub onto the cold ceramic tile floor and dragged him by his legs out of the bathroom across the rug, his face taking the abuse. He gasped at the burn of the carpet, but said nothing. I dropped him beside the bed. I untied his blindfold, placing it on the bed in readiness. I untied his ankles from his hands and placed him on his knees before me. His head bowed. His ankles were still tied. His hands were still tied in front of him.

I bent down and untied his hands, retying them behind him.

"Please, Sir, I am unworthy, but I just want to please you."

"Eric, your teasing gave me a rough time tonight. You must be punished. That's what would please me. Right now, that's all that would please me."

"Sir, if it would give you pleasure, please Sir, punish me."

I picked up one of my Timberland boat shoes, got some twine, leaned over to Eric, whose head was still bowed, and tied the twine to the shoe, then tied the shoe to just behind the head of his cock.

He looked up and said, "Thank you, Sir."

In a millisecond, I recoiled giving him a backhand to his reddened face and jaw, knocking him rear ward. "Slave, you are not to do anything, anything without permission. Do you understand? Who told you that you could look at me. Slave?"

I untied his hands so he could obey. He quickly got into the submissive position at my knees, his face downward. I was truly being a shit!

"Slave Eric, pick up that Timberland tied to your cock and lick the leather laces."

He picked up the boat shoe, pulling his flaccid, but filling manhood into the hair. He licked the laces.

"Sir, yes, Sir," He said as he licked. "Sir, I seek permission to lick the inside of the shoe, the part that it really you, Sir."

"Permission granted, Slave."

With his hands just recently back from captivity, he held the boat shoe lovingly up to his nose and breathed in.

"Sir, it's you, Sir! I love it."

He began licking the inside of the shoe, stopping to smell as he went. I noticed his member filling and becoming much larger than a man his height. He must have been 8 1/2 or 9 inches, beautifully proportioned, firm, standing erect, neither bowing upward or downward. . His deeply tanned body was smooth, with light wispy hairs glistening in the light. But, I noticed something else. He was drawing his cheeks up, as if in terrible pain. He fell backwards, helpless.

"Slave, what is it?"

"My cock, Sir, It's tied too tight."

As his pain worsened, I ran over to the duffel, got the Swiss Army Knife, pulled out the scissors, went to Eric and cut the twine at the base of his tumescence.

"I am sorry, so sorry, Sir, he moaned. "I'll be all right in a minute. Please Sir, please let me please you."

What the heck, the night was nearly over, and I was getting no sleep. As I looked at him on his back, I realized how cute he really was, how his big cock beckoned, how what I once thought were thick thighs, were instead soccer player's legs. He really did like this scene. I could really like being with him, if I could change my attitude. I knew what he wanted. I knew he'd do what I wanted. Why not try to make the best of this?

Eric joined me at my knees with his head bowed.

Chapter Seven

"Slave Eric, I am coming down before you. Kiss your Master to please him."

"Sir, yes, Sir. May I look at my Master, Sir?"

"You have my permission, Slave."

I knelt down in front of Eric and brought my face close to his. He pulled me close and drove his tongue into my mouth and began exploring, then pulled in out planting wet kisses on my lips over and over.

"I know that was inadequate and unworthy, Sir," He said, "I'll do much better next time. I promise."

I stood. "It was very good Slave Eric. You gave me just a hint that you might be able to please me if you try real hard."

Eric smiled.

Arise, Slave, I ordered him. I untied his feet so he could do my bidding.

"Sir, thank you, Sir."

"Slave Eric, I want you to stand on that dresser." Without a word, he went to the dresser, climbed up, and stood facing forward. His huge cock was a foot from my mouth. Could I go forward with this? I really wanted his cock in my mouth now, but that was not to be in this particular scene. I retied his ankles. "Slave Eric, squat." He immediately did my bidding.

I tied his hands behind his back again. He had a bit of a fearful look on his face, but said, "Sir, thank you, Sir. Anything you want, I will do."

I went to the duffel and brought back a tube of K Y Jelly, a 1/4" solid glass rod with rounded ends, and a blindfold. I placed each of those items at his feet in his line of sight. His manhood was hard as a rock. The fear was getting to him. I positioned him one foot from the front edge and side edge of the dresser top. I went back to the duffel and brought back a Kraft paper bag. My hand went in and brought out a scoop. I reached in the bag and scooped up shards of broken soda bottle glass, which I placed six inches from his feet, all around the dresser top.

"Will you serve me now, Slave?" I asked.

"Yes Sir, please let me please you, Sir."

I jumped up on the dresser top and hovered above Eric. He clearly saw my every move.

"How, Sir, can I please you?"

I dug in my right foot and placed the left on his shoulder. I began to rock him over the broken glass.

"If this would please you, Sir, please throw me over the glass." With that I stopped.

"Very obedient, Slave, but I have other ways I want pleased."

His face was a combination of abject fear and joy. I jumped down from the dresser and carefully swept the glass shards back in the bag.

"Sir, do anything you want, Sir, that would please you."

I carefully picked up the foot long 1/4" glass rod and played with it in front of him.

"Hold this, Slave," I said, as I picked up the tube of K Y Jelly and placed it in his tied hands behind him. I continued to play with the glass rod, then examined his erect manhood, as if taking measurements. Fear was in his face. I picked up the blindfold and tied it over his eyes. I could see is body stiffen in horror!

I grabbed his penis firmly, dropped to the floor and took the head in my mouth. With my left hand I caressed his balls, while I continued to lube his shaft with my saliva going deeper and deeper.

I must have sucked him for five minutes when he relaxed enough to rock back and forth in rhythm to the strokes of my mouth and the laps of my tongue. His cock was unbelievable! Now I was hard as a rock, too.

As I stroked him, I took the K Y Jelly from his hands and untied him without missing a stroke. Then, I untied his ankles, missing no strokes here either. The Blindfold remained.

I stopped sucking.

"Sir, how may I serve you Sir?" He asked obviously on the edge of a penile explosion stopped in time.

I helped him from the dresser and to the bed that Alan and I had occupied just two hours earlier. I placed his head at the bottom of the bed, with mine at the top. My mouth mounted his cock again, this time consuming more of it than ever, a cock which could never completely consumed.

Eric took my tumescence in his mouth and began some of the best lip action I had ever had. As he did, his cock grew harder and thicker. My hands continued to caress his balls. Soon, I felt the thin liquid of precum. Eric was so busy pleasuring me, that his breathlessness were his only signs of ecstasy. And then, Eric let go of three thunderous loads in my mouth that I could not possibly contain. I kept sucking as cum dribbled out the sides of my mouth.

Suddenly, with little warning, I stiffened and let my load go in Eric's mouth. It was not that I shot less, but that he was so skilled at saving all of it and swallowing all of it.

I fell to my back.

"Sir, may I help, Sir?"

I motioned him to me. He sprawled beside me and began licking the cum from the sides of my face. I smiled, unintentionally, as did he.

He looked down at exhausted me, straight in the eyes, lovingly. "Sir, I have just begun to show you my worship for you. How may I please you?

I gained my composure, regained my stern look, looked at my depleted cock and demanded, "Get my cock hard again, Slave."

Eric must have worked me over for fifteen minutes, not pleased that I had been hard for the last eight. He really enjoyed it. It made him hard again, too.

When I could stand it no longer, I threw him to the bed, tied his ankles leaving a two foot walking space, then tied his hands behind him. Again I blindfolded him. We walked to the bathroom. I placed him with his back to the bath tub. I returned to the bedroom to retrieve some supplies.

"Do my bidding, Slave." I demanded.

"Yes Sir, please Sir. I'll do anything, Sir."

I untied his ankles. I leaned him over the edge of the tub with his head on the tub floor. His body looked uncomfortable crushing his wrists beneath him.

"Sir, It hurts, Sir, but I'll do whatever you want to serve you, Sir. I am unworthy of you attention, Sir. Whatever attention I get, I deserve."

I tied one ankle tightly to the toilet bowl, the other to a sink leg, leaving him spread eagle and hanging helplessly in the tub. I turned on the water in the tub, mixing the temperatures to a comfortable lukewarm.

"Sir, thank you, Sir, but I feel the water rising," He cried out in fear.

"Slave, please me and you will be safe. With the water at the middle of his ears, his tanned, rippled body tensed just as I was about to enter his ass with my hard as rock, condomed and lubed cock. I was standing with one foot in the tub straddling him. Since I was leaning over, it was easy to thrust my head into his tightened ass. I entered, moving forward with the ease of dull scissors cutting denim. He yelped, as my cock reached bottom and the water covered all but his face.

His moans were of fear and pain. After three thrusts, he seemed to relax, allowing my stiffness to punish his prostate.

"Sir, I am so unworthy of this, Sir," He repeated over and over.

When I was about to loosen my manhood inside of him, I reached the faucets and turned off the water.

His attention was focused now on only the anal pleasure he was receiving and the pain his wrists his body rested on. With a final, ripping thrust, I shot my three loads into the condom, banging it on his prostate and filling his anal cavity. He screamed with pleasure from the pressure.

He moaned, "Sir, Thank you, Sir."

Out of breath, sweaty, exhausted, I could hardly move.

"Slave, I abused you for what you did to me at Players tonight. You deserved to be treated like this."

He looked up and said, "I feel awful, Master. I really do. I had no idea you were my Master. No one has ever treated me like this before. I love this so much. You are so good, Sir. Please, Sir, Please show me you are my Master. Give me something to remember you by, Sir."

I leaned over him, grabbed my manhood and began draining last nights drinks all over his body, his arms, his face, his blindfold.

"Thank you, Sir. You are not just my Master, but the Master of the Universe."

With that, I untied his ankles. He slumped into the tub.

"Slave, you are obedient. I like that. But, I have to get dressed for a meeting. Take a shower."

I rolled his urine soaked body over and untied his hands. I went to the sink and washed my hands and left the bathroom. I lay down on the bed as if to rest while he showered, but there was no time. The meeting was in an hour and a half. I had to get ready.

Eric came from the bathroom with a towel around his waist and one over his wet shoulder. He sat down beside me and held my hand impatient to say something. But, he sat silently awaiting permission. I sat up looking him in the face.

"What is it, Slave Eric?"

"Sir, you know how much I love being your Slave. You are so special as a Master. How often to you come to town?"

"About five times a year," I replied.

He was hesitant, but said, "Sir, could I see you each time, but only once a year as your Slave?"

I, too, was silent for what seemed like minutes. I stared at the cute guy in front of me, then pulled he and his wetness into the bed with me. I drove my tongue down his throat and missed breakfast.

Whenever, I have a meeting in town, I'll always remember Alan. Eric and I still stay at the EconoLodge, whenever we can, in the same room.