Rod and Logan began texting after that meeting. The workmen had come to a point where they were ripping out asbestos from the old house, and it was encased in protective plastic, men moved around like they were in a bio contamination lab, and Rod wasn't allowed on the property until it was cleared.
The texting moved to sexting, occasionally. The first one came from Rod, who wrote to Logan about three days after they had met:
"Hey. I forgot to tell you. Your ass looks even finer than it did when we were kids. And guess what I did after you left?"
That text got Logan hard right away. He texted back a photo of his ass, with a message: "you probably did exactly what I did. Hope you thought along the lines I did." Rod's reply was "DAMN. Even finer without jeans. Got to see it soon. If your thoughts involved restraints, we're on the same page." Now Logan was beyond hard. He had to get to the men's room fast. Then he got another text.
"Better start learning some new rules, Log. First rule: you ask ME before you jerk off. So sit down again." Logan blushed. How did Rod know that's what he was gonna do? And he couldn't control him like that, could he? Seemed that he could. Logan texted back "Yes sir," and sat down. It was a challenge, but he did it. Four hours later he texted "Please Sir. I've been thinking about how much your cock must've grown. Can I shoot?" He didn't have to wait long for an answer. Rod wrote "Make a movie of you jerking. Make sure the sound is on. " After Logan sent the short clip, he got a one word response from Rod "nice."
Their texts for the two weeks after that were along the same lines.
Then, there came the day when Rod wrote "Yo. I'll be there tomorrow. Probably arriving at ten or so in the morning. Got some stuff to do, and I'm sleeping over. You feel like doing some REAL work, having a beer or two, watching the game, come by any time you like after ten."
For Logan, it felt like it was Christmas. He had a Dom, just down the road. He couldn't wait.
That Saturday, he slipped into a pair of black jeans - his wife told him he REALLY looked good in them - and a pale colored dress shirt. He didn't tuck it - the pants were too tight - but he thought he looked good. The shirt was tailored, and his nipples pointed out in it, and when he rolled his sleeves back, his hairy, muscular arms showed too. His wife laughed. "You look a little dressy for yard work, Logan." He blushed. "You think so? Yeah, you're probably right. I don't know when we're gonna plant, so ... " he changed the shirt to a sweatshirt, but he packed the other one in a bag. "We may go out to get a bite. If we do, I'll tell you. You have money to take the kids to the movies or something?" She smiled. "They allow women to have credit cards now, Logan. We'll be fine. " She gave him a kiss. "OOOH. I tried a new perfume, I guess it's working. " She felt the hardness near his crotch. "Can you save that for later?" It was about 11, and he took his car down to Rod's house. As he parked it, he saw Rod digging in the front yard. There were a bunch of bushes - azalea, forsythia, rhododendron - all around the property. "HEY BUD! " There was a big smile on Logan's face. Rod was already dirty, with soil caked on his own t shirt. He had put a flannel shirt on over it, but opened it as he worked. The day was slightly on the warm side, and the soil didn't move that easily. "Grab a shovel. Let's see if we can get these in before it gets too late." They worked alongside each other, and started getting the plants into the ground. At one point, Logan realized he was working alone. Where was Rod? He looked up and saw Rod on the porch, smiling. "Hey. You gonna pay me extra or what?" "Oh, you're gonna get paid bud, that's for sure. I just needed to take a break to take a look at that ass of yours. Wiggles when you bend over ya know?" The comment embarrassed Logan, but it also got him excited. "So, you wanna take a break or get the shit finished? Game starts in an hour." "Can we get it done? " "Let's see. Turn it into a competition. If you win, we'll use the playroom." Logan worked like a mad man. And when all was said and done, he had planted two more bushes than Rod had. "You win, stud. But you were gonna win anyway?" "Whadda ya mean.?" "Come on in. I'll show ya." In the living room, Logan saw that Rod had put out handcuffs, ropes, gags, and other toys. "Now just take a look in the bedroom." Rod's bed had metal restraints at the corners, and also, two long restraining ropes attached about halfway down the bed. "In case I wanna tie someone's legs, but not their ankles. " He smiled. "I remember you as being very ticklish Logan. " "Not anymore." "Ha ha. We'll see." Then he stopped talking. He moved up to Logan and kissed him. Then he kissed him again. Logan responded. He felt Rod's hands began to massage his butt cheeks. "I'm so glad you folks stuck around," Rod said. "You know, you were my first crush." "I had no idea." Rod moved his hands to Logan's dirty sweatshirt, and slid them up underneath it until he found his nipples. He began to play them. "I was too afraid, but I wanted to keep you tied up in this house every day. I wanted to see you struggle, beg me for release, and I wanted to get my cock in you in any hole I could find." "That's fucked up Rod. REALLY fucked up." Rod looked at him, then Logan laughed. "If you knew the impure thoughts I've had over these last two weeks..." "You're gonna find out they're all gonna come true stud. " "Can I change for you Rod? I don't wanna get my dirty duds all over." "As long as you keep on those jeans until I take them off." Logan went off to the bathroom and changed his shirt. Rod did the same thing in his bedroom. "Damn Logan. You dressed like you were going to church." "I wanted to impress you..." "Impress me with your tongue. Get on your knees. Service me." "Yes sir. That's something I know how to do." "Wait. One thing first. Gonna do this right." Rod reached over and picked up a pair of handcuffs. "Get em behind you. Get used to wearing them, fucktoi." "DAMN. You've got me so hard." "Heh heh. Gonna do better than that." He locked the cuffs behind Logan's back. "You gonna wait all day?" Rod dropped the zipper on his pants, and a cock that looked like a bigger version of the one Logan had grown up fantasizing about, popped out. He dropped to his knees. He had serviced enough truck drivers to know what to do, and he got to work. "FUCK LOGAN. ARE YOU SURE YOUR STRAIGHT? GEEZ. I THINK I'M GONNA... OH SHIT..." Logan heard his buddy moaning as he worked on his cock, and he was conflicted: bring him off, or not? Would he recover soon enough for more? He wanted more. He wanted Rod's cock in his asshole. All these years he had wanted... the right man, to be the one to take his cherry. Here he was. "OOOOH. OOOOOH. YOU FUCKING DEVIL. YOU'RE NOT GOING HOME RIGHT AWAY BITCH BECAUSE I'M GONNA HAVE TO RECHARGE. " Rod began to pump, faster and faster. He grabbed Logan's head and pushed it forward. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWAY STRAIGHT BOI. YOU'RE GONNA TAKE THIS TILL I'M FUCKING READY... AND I'M READDDDDDDDDDDY." Rod probably bruised Logan's lips with the last thrust, and then he started swallowing the jizz that came out of Rod's rod. That kind of amused Logan: he was taking "Rod's rod." He'd use that in texts. As Rod finished, and he pulled out, he looked at Logan. "HOLY SHIT BUD. It's always a big thing when you bag a straight guy, but it's the hunt, not the trophy. This case. DAMN. That trophy mouth of yours. FUCK.." He looked at Logan as he uncuffed him. "Lay on your back, bitch. I wanna see you jerk off. I want you covered in your own cum. " Logan looked up at him and just whispered.. "yes sir." He closed his eyes and then he felt something at his balls, pressing down firmly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Rod's boot on his privates. "OH SHIT. OH MAN. " He had never thought of that, and he liked it. "DAMN THAT'S GOOD SHIT ROD... " SHUT UP AND JIZZ BEFORE THE CAME STARTS CUMWHORE." He pressed down harder. Logan began to stroke harder, faster. He imagined what feeling Logan's cock in his ass was going to be like. Then he screamed. He hadn't screamed like that since he fell and broke a bone. Rod was standing over him, and he caught Rod's chest with a rope of jizz. He felt so good, he wanted to cry. Then Rod was lying on the floor next to him. He was circling Logan's nip with his fingers, before he reached up and traced his lips. "How you doing Logan? You good." "Damn yes sir. YES SIR. I am feeling SO GODDAMN GOOD." "You gonna stay for the game, maybe recover for a second round?" "I wanna. You willing to keep me here until... "I'd keep you here forever, stud. Chain you in my basement. Come down, feed you, fuck you, repeat. " "Yeah I wanna get fucked. I guess I should tell you though." Rod smiled. "You're an ass virgin. Yeah I figured that out. I'm gonna take it nice and slow. And you handsome man, are gonna get used to being tied up by me. " He sent Logan off to get the jizz off him and when he came back, he barked. "KITCHEN. GET ME A BEER. YOU CAN HAVE ONE TOO. After the beer, you get in that chair. " "Yes sir." They drank their beers sitting next to each other, watching the first quarter. Rod threw his left leg over Logan's right, and had his arm around Logan's shoulders. "I think every gay guy is entitled to a straight bitch. I got mine." Logan wasn't sure he liked being called a bitch. He thought of his wife as HIS bitch but... " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
While they were sitting, watching the game, Rod kept his hand on logan's left nipple. "C'mon quit it. It's making me hot." "That's what I want sexy. I want you in heat like a fucking dog," Rod answered, and squeezed logan's nipple tighter. When logan tried to pull away, Rod just pulled him back. "You better understand something logan. As of today, you're my bitch. You do what I tell you to, and now..." the second quarter had ended. "You're getting into the chair. No need for halftime shit." logan felt the cuffs go back around his wrists, and then Rod left for a minute and came back, smiling, with a huge hitachi rod. "What's that thing?" "Your wife has a smaller one. It's a vibrator. But you get the big boy model studmuffin." Rod also had a roll of tape in his other hand. "I'm gonna attach this to those jeans, so that vibrating head rests... right on your balls. " "It's gonna make me jizz. DAMN." "If it does... well, there'll just be some kind of retribution. But don't worry. I'll be listening to the sounds you make. If they get too desperate... I'll turn it off for a while." Rod smiled. "Of course, I COULD just put clothespins on your nipples. "FUCK NO. I'll explode." "Hmmmm. Good to keep in mind... Now, let's see if you can get through the third quarter at the lowest speed. You want another beer?" "How am I gonna drink it, Sir?" Rod smiled at that. "Welll... I can lift the can up to your mouth periodically, or.... OOOH, I like this idea better. I can take a mouthful, and I can just pour it into your mouth from mine. Sort of like a really beery kiss." As he sat there, with the hitachi stimulating his balls, it wasn't surprising that logan couldn't really focus on the game. He didn't want to. He wanted to think about what Rod was gonna do to him when the game was over. "Time for a drink, pretty boi." Rod came over, and he pulled logan's hair back, so his head was raised. Before he took the beer in his mouth he asked. "Are you sure you want this bud?" "Yes sir! I want everything you give me." Rod smiled, took a swig of beer, and poised his lips over logan's. logan opened his mouth, and the beer went into his own, down his throat. It was warm, and it tasted a little like Rod. That made it better. "How're those balls doing?" "I'm hard Sir. I'm really, REALLY hard. " Rod leaned over and touched logan's cock. "Yeah. Seems you are. What's the score? 34-0 or something like that? Not real close. " He picked up the remote and turned off the game. "I think it might be time to have you join the 'lost my cherry ' league." Rod smiled at Logan "You know I COULD leave you like that, until the battery dies down... in about an hour" Logan whined "please Sir. I'll shoot all over myself." "Haha. You make that sound like a bad thing." He got up and turned off the vibrator, and ran his finger back and forth over the bulge in Logan's pants. "OH SHIT. That's worse than the fucking vibrator." "I got a lot worse things than that, stud. And eventually... you're gonna get them all. He yanked Logan out of the chair. "Let's go. He uncuffed the man and grinned. "Get on all fours. Like a pony." Logan was confused. Was he gonna get fucked like that? He saw Rod slip his belt out of his pants. He gasped when he felt it go around his neck, and then he felt Rod sit on his back. He pulled the leash. "MOVE. TOWARD THE BEDROOM. TO THE LEFT. Logan joked a little from the tightness of the leash, but when he caught his breath, he began to head toward the room. "Get those clothes off. Every strip of them." "YESSIR!" Logan sounded like an eager puppy the way he barked his answers. Rod lay him down and attached the restraints. He drew them pretty tight, so Logan's big, tall body was stretched out and immobile. "Look at you!" Rod smiled. "Completely at my mercy. If there's anything I wanted to do to you... I could do it... And I want to do a lot..." Rod put his fingers into Logan's right arm pit. "Look at that sexy pit. All sweaty. Probably all smelly. Probably ticklish as shit." "C'mon don't. Last person to tickle me ... was you.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" "Oh, the more things change..." Rod moved his other hand into the other pit. "STOP! PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH." Rod kept it up for a good 5 minutes, then he stopped, and slowly massaged Logan's belly with his open hand. "Look how hard you are, stud. You're really getting into this... " He leaned down and gave a raspberry to Rod's belly." "DAMN Rod Sir. I just wish you had been around all those years. " "Well I'm here now, bottom boy." He bent down and kissed Logan. "And you're gonna make my life a whole lotta easy." He took Logan's balls in his hand. "Look at these boys. LOOK at them. So helpless. And so pretty." He was massaging them gently, and after the job the hitachi rod had done, Logan felt they were gonna burst. "Rod, come on. I'm dying here. " Rod stopped and smiled. "Know what? Maybe I gotta explore more than your pits." He stretched out his fingers, and the tips started probing Logan, as if he were baking bread. "Tickle tickle. Is my big stud Logan just a little baby when it comes to..." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Then it stopped as Rod climbed on top of Logan and went for his neck, licking it, scruffing it, and chewing on his ear as he made growling noises. "HOLY. HOLY FUCKING GOD . Logan felt Rod's hands slip under his hips, and find his ass. He began kneading it. squeezing and changing how hard or how lightly he did. Rod smiled. "I should make you get a tattoo saying "Rod's bitch." "DON'T. DON'T. What about my wife... " Rod laughed. "Seeing you scared is hot. It's gonna be nearly as hot as seeing your face when I push your legs in the air." "You're gonna fuck me aren't you?" "Damn right. I'm gonna use a lotta lube, and I'm gonna go slow, but I'm taking you big man. " He unclipped the ankle restraints. He pushed Logan's long legs up into the air, and grabbed two of the side restraints. He ran them from Logan's calves to his arms. "PERFECT TARGET." He began circling Logan's rosebud, driving him wild. Logan felt Rod running his hand, back and forth over his ass crack. "OH SHIT. OH FUCKING SHIT I'M GONNA CUM." Rod made a mental note of what he had to do to stop that from happening. This man was too excited. "WHAT ARE YOU... OH GEEZ. OH FUCK. " Now he felt Rod's tongue digging into his ass. Rod's strong, rough hands pushed his ass cheeks apart, and he went in deeper, and deeper. Logan was moaning. He wanted to reach down to his cock but of course, he couldn't. "Boy, you're gonna get every last inch of me. Every last inch." Rod grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a good amount on his hand. He rubbed his fingers, and little by little, he got the lube into Logan. Every thrust of his fingers made Logan hornier. He was a pile of mush, just repeating over and over again. "Fuck me Sir. Please fuck me. " Then he gasped as he felt Rod's cock take possession of his ass. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT OH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. GOD THAT FEELS SO STRANGE SO WONDERFUL GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" Rod smiled. He had thought about how he had let this moment pass when his family had moved. It was worth the wait. He had this big, manly stud tied up on his bed, and he was the first man who had ever taken his ass. He had bagged a big, straight, married guy, and now... He was his. He began playing with Logan, squeezing his tits, his balls, licking his belly. "How's my BIG DOG?" "OH SHIT YOUR BIG DOG'S GETTING BRED SIR. BREED ME. BREED ME DEEP" "Ha ha. Too many porn movies stud. But I guess that's ok. " He slid out, and then RAMMED forward again. "Got me a BITCH. What's my bitche's name?" "It's Logan Sir. Or anything you wanna call me. " "Yeah, bottom boy logan. That's who you are. Rod's BITCH." He pushed some more. His own breathing got harder, and he began to make high pitched noises as he came closer, and closer and then.... Rod wasn't a screamer, but he smiled, as waves of his cum poured into Logan. "DAMN. You have a hot ass, handsome?" He stroked logan's hair before he kissed him. "I want it again." "RIGHT NOW?" "Ha ha. No, too soon. But this week. I want you here in my bed for more fun." He looked at logan's hard cock. "Looks like you need some help. " He untied Logan's legs, and then began stroking him very, very slowly. Logan calmed down, but he whimpered, as he was being brought to climax. No one had ever done this to him before. His tongue rolled back and forth in his mouth, and he just kind of whispered nonsense, until... Rod hit the spot, and he got hard, and desperate, and begged. "PLEASE SIR. PLEASE BRING ME OFF. PLEASE. " If Rod wasn't a screamer, logan was. His big voice bounced back and forth on the bare walls as he shot. Now, he smiled. "Thank you Sir Rod. Thank you. " He paused. "Kiss me please. Just for nothing." Rod smiled. "A kiss is never for nothing, but..." and he did kiss logan, pushing open his lips. Rod sighed. "I'm gonna have to let you go. You probably need to get home for family meal or something." logan made a wry face. "I do. I'd rather be eating sausage.. yours, but..." Rod smiled. "You'll be back here this week, and...." He pulled out a chastity belt. "If I tell you to show up on Wednesday, you put this on , on Wednesday morning. I don't want you doing yourself when you're with me. I don't want you doing yourself period, but..." "Yes sir. I'll wear it." logan made the promise, not knowing if he could keep it. They heard a car outside. "Yeah, that's your car. They're coming back from the movies. "I better switch back to the gardening clothes. " "You gonna come back?" logan smiled. "Chain me to the play room and I won't ever leave." Rod grinned. "It'll be in better shape in a week. You just wait. " logan was dressed. "Hey bud. Thanks. I can't wait." Me either." He shook logan's hand and then said "FUCK there's no one looking. " He embraced him, kissing again, hands back on logan's ass. He whispered. "This belongs to ME now bud. You're Rod's bitch , and I expect you to behave that way." logan smiled. "Yes sir. I'm excited" as he left to get in his car to go home. Rod watched as he did. He had never been "the other woman " before, and he was a lttle sad.