Well, we didn't go to the gay bar the way I had planned. As I thought about it, it seemed that it could very well overload brian. After all, he had been butt fucked for the first time just a few hours before, he really knew nothing about gay bar culture, and the most important fact was the party happening at the bar. One of the more senior Doms in the area, a guy we all knew as Snopes was throwing it. About a year before, his sub had escaped and had managed to avoid being retaken by his Master all that time. He had run off with another sub, and they were, as my father used to say "shacked up" as a couple, with flavio being the top. The party was for Snopes to have flavio resubmit to him in front of an audience. Flavio is a very hot guy: dark hair, Latin looks, swimmer build, and Snopes knew how to handle him. To be honest, if I hadn't been "invested" in brian, I would have gone. I expected that the party would be very crowded, and there was a rumor that Snopes was going to tickle flavio until he broke. I didn't know how brian would have reacted to seeing that, and I was concerned that being surrounded by all those gay guys, my "new meat" would freak out.
"Hey, instead of the party, feel like going to a movie?" I asked him. Brian looked up, smiling. "That would be great, Sir. Which one?" I liked how his thought processes were moving: leaving the decisions to me. But on this one: I really didn't know much about brian's likes and dislikes, so I tossed it back to him to pick. Now, he REALLY smiled. He asked if we could see a film that had just been released: one of those movies about superheroes, and their adventures. While I didn't have any expectations of what brian would choose at all, I would have put that kind of action movie at the bottom of any list I wrote. "Hmmm," I said to him. "Sure. I didn't think that was something you were into, but ok." He blushed. "I guess I should tell you this, Sir. It's probably a fetish. I have a costume from last Halloween. I went as a superhero I came up with myself."
"Oh? Does he have a name? Does he have any particular super power?" I asked. This was getting interesting. I saw a lot of possibilities. Brian continued to blush. "I call him Prince Cypher, because his major power is his ability to solve puzzles, break codes, that kind of thing. He doesn't really have a `super' power except for his intelligence and puzzle solving abilities." I remember that I smiled big time. "Well, I bet it would be fun figuring out his weaknesses: trying to turn him into the servant of some villain who could use him to hack into websites and that kind of thing." I heard him gulp.
"Bring the costume over next time. Who knows? Maybe we'll use it." He was still blushing, and from the way he moved his hand over his crotch, I knew that the idea was getting him excited, and he didn't want me to see. Of course, I did, but I didn't let him know.
Now, you all know that movie theaters have a history of places where people make out, fool around, and don't watch the movie at all. And those are the ones that are NOT pornos. Ten minutes into the film, I knew that there was no possibility of that happening with brian. He was like a little kid about the movie. I DID make an attempt to play footsie with him, and at one point I put my arm around his shoulders, but if he noticed at all, he didn't show it. "YES!" slipped out of him at some points during the show, and I saw him sort of boxing and fighting with the hero as the movie went on, and I heard a gulp when the hero was captured, tied up, and being prepped for torture. "Oh, fuck. C'mon Simon (that was the heroe's alter ego): you can get out of it," he muttered. I may have muttered "FUCK" when "Simon" escaped before the torture began.
When the movie ended and we left the theater, I was stunned when brian put his arm through mine. "Thank you, Sir. That movie was great. Did you enjoy it?" I smiled. "It was ok. One part left me disappointed." I saw his face darken: "What was that, Sir?" I smiled "Oh, when Simon was captured, I was looking forward to him being tortured." I paused. "I've been thinking about that. I think you're going to have to take his place when we get home." I felt his muscles tighten. I was waiting for what he said, but all that came out was "Yes, Sir." It was about a ten-minute walk to my place, and I began to think, very quickly, about what I was going to do. I think brian probably saw the grin across my face when I came up with a plan.
When we got into my house, I grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms. "Thought you'd get away from me, forever, didn't you Cypher stud? Well," I chuckled. "Now I've got you." He squirmed, and I could tell he was getting into it. I put my hand over his neck and found a nipple. I began squeezing it. "Calm down, calm down. You're not going anywhere. This isn't a puzzle you can solve. " He began to relax. He said, softly, "You won't get away with this" and I chuckled. "Let's get you to that chair." I found some rope and bound his wrists behind his back. "I'll be right back, Prince Cypher. Don't go anywhere." Brian grimaced, and I could hear him squirming. I came back into the room with a few toys, which I kept hidden from him. I pulled them out as I used them, starting with a big penis gag.
"Open your mouth. I don't want anyone to hear my Cypher pig squealing." He gritted his teeth tighter. I pulled up a chair, stretched out my leg, and rubbed my foot on his crotch. He moaned immediately. I pulled my foot back so that I was touching his cock and balls, but just barely.
"You're in a bad position here, prince. I could crush those balls with one push of my size 13's. So, if I were you, I'd open my mouth." I pushed hard for just a second, and then I got up and stood behind him. "Open up." He sighed, and the gag went in. That's when I realized I hadn't gagged brian very much, and he looked VERY hot with one in his mouth. "Now, let's start stimulating your upper body." I pulled out a pair of tit clamps. Brian knew what those were: I had used them on him once, and his eyes got big "MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH," came out of him. I rubbed them over his nipples, on his shirt. "Of course, I don't have to use these if you don't agree to reveal the codes I ask for." He shook his head no. "Very well, "I said, and then I clipped them to his pecs, through the shirt. He squealed and moaned at the same time, and when I pulled the chain, I half regretted that I had him gagged. The clamps were having the effect I wanted: I could see brian bulging through his jeans. That's when I pulled out the last toy: the hitachi, with a Velcro band around it. From brian's face, I could tell he had no idea what it was. I think he began to figure it out when I turned it on very low, and it began to vibrate. "Not too fast, stud. I want a long, slow burn on this." I set it up, with the band wrapped around his thigh, and the head of the vibrator just touching his cock. The "mmmmmmmmph" became a whine, and it got stronger when I opened his shirt, and attached the clamps directly to his pecs. It got even louder and more desperate when I began to toy with his nips and began twisting the clamps themselves. "See, this is all getting you pretty excited, isn't it?" He hesitated but nodded. "I bet you want release. If you could release, you could hold out longer, couldn't you?" He shook his head vigorously. "Well, no release for you, stud." I reached down and turned off the vibrator, and he began to buck in the chair. "You want to tell me? Because if you do, I'll stimulate you until you get what you want?" I reached behind his head and took off the gag. He breathed rapidly. "This is intense, Sir. Too intense." I smiled. "Well, I'll compromise with you. You don't have to reveal any codes, but...you have to ask me to take your ass again."
"You want me to ask you to fuck me?" He sounded incredulous. I twisted the clamps, and he screamed. "Better understand, boy. I AM going to fuck you. I'm just going to give you a say in it. " I turned the vibrator back on for ten seconds, but then turned it off.
"You're fucking cruel, Sir. Like I have any choice." I made a fake face of shock. "You ALWAYS have a choice, brian. You could, for example, fight your way out of the ropes, and just leave." I moved the vibrator slightly, so it was on another part of his crotch. I took off the clamps and as the blood rushed back, he screamed again. Then I stepped behind him and began running my tongue and beard bristles against his ear. I said nothing, but just moved my fingers down to his tenderized nips.
"Fuck me. Fuck me, Sir. Please, please. I can't take it. Fuck me." I chuckled. "Good choice. I'll even let you release, AFTER I have my way with you." I stopped the vibrator and untied him. "Get out of your clothes and get on the bed. Face down. Spread your legs far apart. " He looked at me, puzzled. "Face DOWN, Sir?" I thought for a minute: "he's so green. I took him missionary style and he thinks that's the only way. "You heard me, boy. You've got five minutes."
"Yes, Sir," he answered, looking very confused. When I came into the bedroom, he was in position. I began to undress where he could see me. My cock was as hard as I think it had ever been. "Please go easy, Sir. I still feel you from the first time." I sneered. "Captives don't get to ask for mercy." Indeed, I was trying to prepare him, indirectly. My bottoms have told me that I'm BRUTAL when I take them from behind. I've tried to control myself, but it just doesn't happen. I can't explain it, and I knew that brian was going to get the full force of my cock. I lubed up, and I think he expected me to eat him out like the first time. I didn't. "This ass belongs to ME," I growled as I pushed my cock head at his hole. "Yes, Sir" he whispered, and then he hissed a little as he gritted his teeth, and I began to push into him. "OH GOD, Sir. You're harder than the first time."
"Good." I answered. "You deserve a good, solid fucking." Without warning, I pushed all the way in. "HOLY SHIT SIR THAT HURTS." I laughed. "A little pain is good for building character in a sub." I eased back and I heard his breathing relax. Then I rammed in again, and he moaned. As I continued to pump him, he got used to the feel of my dick from this new position. When I rubbed against his prostate, he moaned and thanked me.
I was too excited to fuck him as long as I wanted to, and I came too soon. I growled and nibbled his ear. "Who's my sub?" I whispered "I am, Sir. If you'll have me." I whispered, "I just did." Then I realized that I wasn't the only one who had shot sooner than he wanted to. I faked anger "YOU CAME BEFORE YOU HAD PERMISSION?" He whispered a "sorry," before I flipped him over. "I may have to lock up that dick of yours. I'll think about it. For now though..." I growled again and dug my fingers into his ribs.
"NO. NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA. " I worked his ribs, his pits, and threatened to do his feet if he ever did that again. "I'll try, Sir. I'll try not to disobey you." I stopped and spread out on top of him. "Kiss me, sweet boy. Take my tongue the way you should." I shoved my tongue down his throat. Brian still loves when I French kiss him, and he wrapped his legs around me to pull me down to him. I was experienced enough to know that if I asked him, right there, to submit and to move in with me as my sub, he would have. I didn't want to do that. I had a plan for getting to that goal, but it would take a little bit of time.
When we went to bed that night, brian curled onto my chest the way he had been doing. "No, boy." I said. "You'll start sleeping with me the way I like it. Big spoon little spoon?" Once again, his lack of any experience was evident with the way he looked at me. I explained the position to him, and once he got into it, I put an arm around him and laid it right on his pec. "That way, if you give me trouble, I'll make sure you know it. And in case I want you in the middle of the night, your butt is right there. See? You can feel my cock." I heard him whisper "FUCK." "And..." I continued. "This will keep you right where I want you." I threw a leg over both of his. He did exactly what I thought he would do and tested it. I was, and still am, too strong for him, and he couldn't get his legs free. "THIS is what I meant about keeping you in line," I pinched his nip. "You gonna behave?" I thought I'd get a smart-ass answer, but I got "Yes, Sir." "GOOD," I answered. "That way, I only have to tickle you for fifteen minutes tomorrow morning instead of half an hour."
Sunday was the day of the regatta. I will admit that I was disappointed in it, but I'll get to that. It really was more important to me to spend time with brian at something that he could identify with: after all, at SOME point he WAS going to have to start coming with me to gay events, including D/s parties, etc.
I wake up early, but it takes me awhile to get fully "with it." Brian sleeps later, but when he gets up, he's rarin' to go. That made it easy for me to be ready with my Sunday plans. When he woke up, I was sitting next to the bed, in my robe. He smiled. I put down the coffee I had in my hand and said: guess what needs to get taken care of? " He didn't answer, so I stood up, and my dick popped out of the robe. "Are you going to take care of this, or what?" He answered "Uh, yes, Sir. Can I pee first?" I looked at him sternly: "Get on your knees and get to work. Don't you EVER put your needs ahead of mine again, sub boy?" He looked shocked, but then he got on his knees and opened his mouth. "Where do your hands go, boy?" I asked. "Oops. Sorry, Sir" He got into the correct position with his hands behind his back and his chest pointed out. Before I let him take my cock in his mouth I glared at him. "That fifteen minutes just turned into half an hour. Now get to work." I could hear him trying to get his mouth moist, and then brian did, in fact, get to work. I've said it already, and I'll say it now: he was already a damn good cocksucker. Now he's an artist. He learned fast. He took me in short, and then longer strokes, and his tongue toyed with my piss slit. I didn't intend to cum that early in the morning, but the way he worked my cock, it was an effort not to explode. When I pulled his head back, he looked up at me, confused. "Is there something wrong, Sir?" I answered him. "No. You did fine, boy. I just want to save my juice for later, and we have a few things to do." I looked at the alarm clock. "We're going to do one thing first. I'll tickle you after the regatta." He looked at me as if he were going to ask what we were doing, but he was learning and he kept quiet. "Look at your chest. Your hair is sprouting. I felt it in your pits last night too. " He looked down. "Yes, Sir. My hair grows fast." "Well, we're gonna have to trim it just as fast. Except you're going to do your chest and your pits. I'll do your pubes. Get in the bathroom. I've got it set up for a trimming. Let's go." He looked scared. "I've never shaved myself, Sir," and I answered "you never got fucked either. First time for everything. Let's go. " He sighed: "Yes, Sir."
I positioned him in front of the bathroom mirror and stood behind him. He tentatively spread shaving gel on his torso, and I had to fight to not get involved and do it myself. (This would be the only time I let him shave himself). "Easy, slow strokes. Clean the blade under the faucet. " I tried to lead him through it. He was concentrating hard, and I wasn't making it easier by whispering "Every time I think you can't rouse me more, you do." He smiled, and when he finished, he looked at me. "Is this good enough, Sir?" He did a good job, but I declared it "good enough". While he was shaving his chest, I realized that I wanted to do it. I wanted him tied down while I did it. "Get your pits now." He hesitated. "Sir, I don't know if..." I cut him off. "Women do it all the time. You can do it, boy. Get to it." He was shaking, but he got it done. "Ok, now... Spread your legs and get your hands behind your back." He got into position, and I put my hand under his balls. I held his pubes up and when I saw that he was looking away, I said "it'll be 45 minutes unless you pay attention." He said, "Yes Sir, sorry Sir" and looked down at his pubes as I got to work. I could feel the heat in his dick, and I could feel it growing. "I think at some point you're going to need a cage, boy, but we'll get to that." "A cage, Sir?" ("DAMN!" I thought. I keep forgetting he REALLY doesn't know this world). "I'll explain. I'll show you some pictures tonight. Now, let's get cleaned up and get ready for this thing.
Brian wore another one of his college crew T-shirts. He knew what that was going to do to me, and he smiled. "Like what you see, Sir?" Then he giggled. "For that, you wear a thong today, boy. And I hope it rides up your ass" was my response. He didn't know that when he was trying on clothes the day before, I had bought a few thongs for him, a size too small. I handed him a bright yellow one. "I was going to wear white shorts, Sir." I shrugged my shoulders. "Good. No reason why you can't." He really looked pained as I said that. "Wear your jeans. Next time, you check with me."
Now, you'd think that a regatta was a great venue for two gay men (OK, 1.5 gay men). Let me tell you: if you think you're going to be surrounded by muscular rowers in tank tops and shirtless, you're mistaken. Yes, there are lots of hot rowers there, but the only time you see most of them is when they're on the water, "in cadence" as brian taught me. I learned something else from him that day that I used later. When they're on the water, you see them for a few seconds before they row off toward the finish. Then the next race starts. Then the next one. Brian was into it. He was counting and I could hear him whispering "Stroke. Stroke. Stroke." Hearing him say that, moving around in that tight T-shirt, I began to wish I had ejaculated earlier. My cock hurt in my jeans. We were outdoors, and brian knew some of the people, so while I wanted to do things like squeeze his neck, or tickle his ribs, I behaved. When the last race was over, I simply leaned over and whispered in his ear "You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you when we get home." He smiled. "I'll imagine , Sir."
Half an hour later, I had him on the bed, arms tied to the sides. I thought about cutting his shirt off of him, but instead, I had him take it off. His newly shaven body was in front of me. "You like it when I tickle you, boy?" He clearly knew it was a trick question, and he didn't know how to answer it. "No, Sir," he said. I grinned. "You're lying." I started at his navel, circling it with my finger. He tried not to laugh, but then it was too much, and he blurted out a series of brays, just like a mule, before he started laughing. That's when I moved to his pits and dug in, really hard. "You sure you don't like it, boy?" You're laughing." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHHAAHAHA. I can't help it Sir. Please, stop. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." "Nope," I answered him. I said 45 minutes." Through his laughs he muttered "Oh fuck. I'm gonna die today." Well, he didn't die, and I didn't go for 45 minutes. I DID tickle his whole body thoroughly. "Who's your Dom, boy?" I asked at one point. He took too long to answer, and I reached under his knees. "YOU ARE SIR YOU ARE." "Too late," I answered, and got to work on what I knew was one of his most ticklish spots. "YOU ARE SIR. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA." I reduced the intensity, and I told him: "We're going to have our own regatta in here now, boy." I untied his left wrist, and I pulled down the thong. "Stroke. Stroke. Stroke." He got into it. "What cadence, Sir." I smiled. "Moderate. Stroke...Stroke...Stroke..." While he was doing that, I began nibbling his ear, and scruffing his neck. "You're my DOM, Sir. I'm your boy. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH." I ordered him to increase the cadence . I was chanting "stroke stroke stroke" faster and louder, and he was moaning and twisting. "May I shoot, Sir?" he asked. "You have ten seconds." He took a breath and then... I have to say, in all my years of playing with guys, I had never seen an orgasm like that. He was hyperventilating. I took his free hand and tied it back down again. "I don't want to let you up," I said, and he answered "Then don't. Just kiss me Sir"
I did let him up after a half hour or so. It was late Sunday afternoon, and we sort of lazed around the house until bedtime. He was leaving for work from my place on Monday morning, and I wanted him to be on his own for a few days. He had a lot to think about, as did I.
Well, I'm gonna let brian write the next chapter of this story because I think what he has to say about his experience is valuable. And hot! So, next time, you'll have a guest writer, and I swear, I won't do anything to interfere with what he has to say.