This story is generalized fiction with elements of real scenes included. Contains strong references to incest, ws, authoritarian behavior. DO NOT READ if you are not permitted to read such material. Constructive comments appreciated. FLAMES will be IGNORED.
It was dungeon night at Joe's, my favorite hangout since coming out as--as both gay and a top-man a few years ago. Now twenty-three and a biologist by day, I thrived in letting my aggressions go at night, especially on Friday nights, especially on dungeon night's at Joe's. There I could show off my worked out 6-foot, 200 lb. toned, muscled body. I'd worked hard to transform it, to finally get rid of the baby fat that had haunted me. Over two years of cross-training, aerobics and weights, had left me still with the baby face, but with a body that said "don't fuck with me." I'd gotten rid of the body hair I'd hated since puberty, leaving just a faint ring of pubic hair around my cock to remind my bottoms, whom I decided would be totally hairless, who was in charge.
It was at that gym that I met my current "boy," the one in my sling tonight at Joe's. I had spent months getting him ready since our completely surprise meeting when I saw this rather hot guy sucking off a guy in the sauna. It was a hot scene, for sure, one that gave me a boner and cause a circle jerk to form that culminated in five guys cumming over this cocksucker as he blew his partner. I felt so astonished at what we'd done since we met "officially," in the shower the next day.
But back to the scene at hand. Here was Jeff, early forties, tied by wrists and ankles in the sling in front of me. I'd put on the new rubber hood I bought--form fitting, with a special tubing system for delivering poppers at just the right moment. I'd walked in Jeff with a neat little lycra black g-string underneath a black jock, just to tease everyone. I ran my hands over his tight, hairless body and pushed down on his poppers button, giving him a good, deep hit. I then twisted his tits real hard, and while he was still floating with the amyl, I reached into my gear bag and pulled out my swiss army knife. The small crowd that'd gathered around watched as I first shredded his jock. Then I waited a few seconds and expertly cut open the g-string, shoving it down Jeff's mouth.
He looked so fine. I'm so glad I quickly got comfortable calling him Jeff after that first awkward encounter at the gym. We could have run away from each other, but naw. We knew what we wanted and within a minute Jeff was expertly sucking my cock and rimming my ass. Then back at my apartment, it was as natural as anything to fuck him. He wanted me so badly. I'm glad I call him Jeff--sometimes now I also call him my bitch slave. It's a lot better than calling him Dad.
Our night was just beginning at Joe's. Next, Jeff had to have a taste of me. I wanted the guys there to admire me in my leather boots, silver codpiece, harness, and reflector sunglasses. So I turned around, facing them, as I arranged my butt over Jeff's hooded face. Now it was time for a hit of poppers for me, from the bottle in my bag, and Jeff deftly ate me out. Oh what a feeling to have your former dad, or at least the one whose sperm created you, giving you such pleasure. "Deeper, you fucker," I yelled at him over the din of music and talk. "Yea, eat me out, you piece of shit." I let him enjoy my hole for at least 15 minutes.
Then I needed to take a piss. And no need to use a bathroom. Joe's was a piss-friendly environment. Following a taste of my ass, Jeff now was getting a taste of my piss. "Open up, cocksucker!" He massaged my dick as the stream came forth. "Don't let a drop hit that fucking floor." Those were just standing operating procedure words. Jeff, by the time I met him, was an expert piss drinker and there was nothing I enjoyed more. The feeling of power from having the piss completely sucked out of you by an underling is overwhelming. More proof we belonged together.
Dungeon night was great, but there were time limits and I knew other guys wanted that sling. So as much as I wanted to go on, we finished the night with a power fuck. I gave Jeff a few deep hits of amyl and slid my eight inches into his hungry hole. The sling, like the one in our home, drove my cock deep into his ass, slapping my body against his cheeks. After the tenth or so power slam, I jismed, deep inside Jeff. He had fingered his cock, but he wasn't allowed to cum. Maybe later, in a stall, if I feel like it....