Maxs straight sub
Part 5
In the morning, Sam was up and ready in record time. He made and packed a lunch, dressed in his new workout uniform, and was at Max's half an hour early. Max wasn't even ready, yet!
Max let Sam in and invited him to make himself comfortable while he got ready. Rather than sit and wait, he followed Max into his bedroom selected some workout gear for Max and helped him get ready. He set the coffee to brew while they were gone, then led the warm up jog. They had a solid leg day workout then a good run to and around the park. When they stopped for a piss break, Sam went straight to his appointed urinal and dropped his shorts to his ankles and did his best to aim his piss without any regard for those that came in the door behind him.
Max couldn't help but notice the change in his boy since yesterday. But, if there was any doubt about Sam's new outlook, over breakfast Sam asked, "Sir, I have a request. You can say no if you don't want me to..."
Max looked up over his coffee.
"You mentioned something yesterday and I hoped I could take you up on it. Can I study from here like a few days each week? I think I'll be more productive."
"Of course boy! I'd like that. We will set up a desk space in my office for you and see how it goes today and this week. I'll even let you wear clothes if you have to do Zoom calls." Max smiled at the nervous boy. God, is this kid adorable, he thought.
True to his word, Max set up a work station near his own desk where Sam could study. Sam would be off screen if Max needed to go on camera. Sam assured Max that he didn't need to stream his own camera today and would be studying naked.
The two worked in relative quiet all morning until Max announced it was time for a lunch break. Sam proudly produced his own packed lunch, excited to show Max who graciously approved of the healthy meal. Sam observed Max carefully in the kitchen so he would know how to prepare lunches the way Max liked the rest of the week. Over lunch, Max asked Sam what the change in attitude was all about.
"I don't know. I guess I'm trying to make the best of the situation. You've been tough with me, but you're also looking out for me. I feel like if I can get through this month, I'll be a better man for it," Sam said, unusually thoughtfully.
The two went back to the office after lunch and continued their work until mid afternoon when Sam had to leave to get ready for his paying job.
The two fell into a routine. Sam was a boy on a mission. Max was impressed by the effort the kid was putting into his workouts, his eating habits, and his studies. He showed up each morning, prepared for workouts of increasing difficulty, he prepared Max's coffee and breakfast, tidied up his apartment, and stayed each day to study from Max's office.
Friday came quickly. After spending the day studying and working, Max declared around 3:00 it was time to start the weekend activities a little early. As a reward for Sam's spectacular dedication all week, the two would take a surprise trip but first, Max explained, it was time for a bit of bondage.
Max locked the heavy collar on Sam's neck then led him to the center of the living room. Max locked the boys ankles and wrists into rigid iron restraints that, Sam thought, looked like something from the Spanish Inquisition. It was readily apparent that he was pretty helpless at this point, but Max made sure by tickling the boy relentlessly until he was crying and begging for relief.
For his next activity, Max produced a pair of hair clippers and announced it was time to give Sam a cleaner look to go with his new cleaner lifestyle. Sam was nonplused by the hair cutting, to Max's surprise. Sam wasn't particular about his hair and would have gotten it cut ages ago if the barber shops had been open--besides, it's just hair and will grow back! Max made quick work of Sam's mop of hair, taking almost all of it off. Sam was left with a very short high and tight. While he had the clippers out, he took a few moments to shear the small remaining patches of body hair Sam had: his treasure trail, the scraggly patch on his chest, and his armpits. Sam's protests about losing his armpit hair were summarily ignored.
After unlocking the boy, Max handed the boy clothes to wear: a pair of old jeans with holes that Max suspected would be rather tight on Sam's growing ass, a worn out old undershirt, a pair of socks, and combat boots. Sam was put to work loading supplies in Max's pickup then the two men headed out.
As soon as they were out of town, Max asked Sam to open the glove box and find the bandana and handcuffs inside and use them to blindfold and restrain himself. He complied.
The men talked and listened to music for quite some time as Max took a scenic route to their destination. The first stop they made was about an hour out of town at a truck stop. The cuffs and blindfold were removed so Sam could go inside and use the restroom-which he did with his ass on full display and his jeans around his ankles as had become his custom even when not monitored by his captor. Max picked up a few provisions.
Before they left the truck stop, Max pulled his truck in to fill up his gas. Sam hopped out to pump the gas. While they waited for the tank to fill, Max ordered Sam to remove his shirt. He did, without a moment of hesitation. Then it was his boots. Sam leaned against the truck and removed the boots as quickly as he could. Just as the gas finished pumping, Max ordered him to remove his jeans. Sam dropped his jeans immediately and handed them over even before reaching to replace the gas pump and stood on display until invited back into the truck.
Max was blindfolded and handcuffed for the rest of the trip. It was already dark by the time they pulled up to the reserved campsite. Wearing only his collar, boots, and his chastity belt, Sam unloaded the truck and set up camp under Max's supervision.
It felt late by the time the fire was going and they were finally able to relax. The two prepared dinner over the fire. They slowly ate and enjoyed one another's company until it was time to hit the sack.
Inside the tent were two army cots. Max's had a sleeping bag laying on top. Sam's had what appeared to be a neoprene sleeping bag--a sleep sack. Max helped Sam lay in the sleepsack and secure it closed. Internal sleeves immobilized Sam's arms entirely while the tightness of the neoprene made it tough to move. Only his head remained outside the bag. Sam laid listening to the silence for a long time before sleep finally overcame him.
Sam awoke to a familiar thwapping sound. From the boy's vantage point, he wasn't able to see Max jerking himself off, but he strained himself trying. His own dick was painfully struggling inside its confines. He'd played with chastity before but never for so long. He hadn't even seen his junk in more than 2 weeks--and there were no signs he would for another 2. His horniness clouded his mind.
"Sir," Sam said meekly, "could I, ummm, could I like watch?"
"I didn't mean to wake you up."
"It's ok Sir, you didn't really. I'm just so horny in this thing and ugh I know it's weird. But can I see? I'll let you suck me off if you unlock me," Sam offered.
"Let me? Boy, you don't have control over whether I suck you or not!" Max walked into view. His fit, toned body was barely visible in the dawn light. His 8 inches were on full display with his foreskin pulled back behind the head. Precum was dripping from his piss slit. Max took his hand off his cock, slightly sticky with precum, and slapped the boy's face.
Sam felt his own dick jolt at the contact. He knew that another man's dick juice on his face should disgust him. But when that other man was Max, it felt more like an honor.
Max unzipped part of the sleepsack, exposing the front of the chastity belt but without giving Sam any new mobility. He pulled a key from his backpack in the corner of the tent and fiddled with the locking mechanism until it came free from the boy.
Sam moaned as soon as his dick was free to have a full erection. "Thank you, Sir."
Max's right hand continued to stroke his own meat while his left began to gently pull at Sam's balls. They felt full and, judging by the moans and groans, Sam's balls were very tender.
"Please, Sir, I'll do anything, Sir. Please, let me cum. Just play with my dick a little. I'm close. Aw man! Sir. Please. I'll suck you. I'll even swallow. Just please. Sir," Sam begged. As Max got closer to his own orgasm, he intensified the way he was squeezing and tugging on Sam's balls. The boy was almost unintelligible.
"No. Not gonna happen. You don't get to suck my dick. That was one of your rules, not mine. And I said you could cum on Saturdays if you were a good boy. I didn't say I'd make it easy." Max punctuated this by intensely squeezing the boys nuts.
The sudden pain sent Sam right over the edge. Without any friction on his cock, he shot a huge load that was now dripping over the sleepsack from his chest to his waist. Max didn't let up on the boy's balls, despite the sub now groaning intensely. Max joined the chorus as he shot his own load. Most of his jizz was aimed right for the boy's crotch. The rest was on his hand.
"Thank you, Sir! I needed that so much!"