Disclaimer: This story is submitted by a mid thirties male and is based partly fiction but a lot of past events in his life....(M/M) Gay authoritarian..
Having left home at 17 Rich was finding life was no bed of roses on ones own. Having had a number a relationships with females there had never been any thought of a fling or any sort of fumble with a member of the same sex. On a cold March night Rich came home rather worse for wear and found he could not enter his block of flats This was usually down to old Mrs Pound locking the doors for fear of the local youths who terrorized the neighbourhood. To the rescue came Rich's friend Mick who was a family friend and in his late 50's. He lived in the next block and was quick to open up to Rich letting him through his door and rapidly turning on his kettle. "Tea 1 sugar lad if I remember correctly came the cry from the kitchen". It was not long after and Mick got a lovely pink blanket from the airing cupboard "there you go sleep on the sofa lad and keep warm with that old thing" The following morning both awdead-boltede drank tea and went there separate ways.
2 weeks later Rich found himself in the same position "Mrs bloody Pound" he yelled as he was again locked out. There was no reply she went to bed at 9 latest. So Mick was given the late knock once again. "sorry mate" explained Rich "Shes bloody Mick the door again"
"Silly old sods gonna pee someone off good and proper one day" ok said.
There was no tea this night but the simple words "My sofas full of junk" "You can jump in with me if you wish" Mick said beaming with delight....
"ok" Innocence had taken over and I required a bed.
I got in first dressed only in my boxer shorts Mick soon followed. Just as i settled I felt an arm lean over for a cuddle again innocence pursued then it hit me.
The hand moved down below and under my waistband into my shorts. I was startled but unmoved all so quick I had an erection like never before how embarrassing I thought but could do nothing I was drifting away. I started groaning the pleasure was intense my boxers completely off and then I did it I made a grab for his manhood it was solid I played some more but wanted something different then I came out with it...
"I want to be your slave"
He looked startled "MMM thought you may take a lot more persuasion than this my boy" "suck my pre cum boy" he softly spoke. I was down on his member quickly sucking and licking it was a wonderful feeling I sucked for all I could. "Tie me up sir please" I pleaded. "in good time boy" "how much do you wish to be my slave boy" Mick asked? "I will serve any way you wish sir" I replied. Before I knew it Mick got his dogs lead bound my wrists and tied them to the headboard. "You will here with me tonight boy I will think of things for my new slave to do tomorrow i am very tired and old now 58 to be precise and need rest" The final act of the night was Mick wanking and shooting his hot juices over my chest I was then left tied to his bed with him cuddling me as we slept together that night... I was awoken in the morning by something warm it was Mick emptying his juices on me again such a degrading feeling my arms stiff and aching he then left and went to the bathroom to clean up. Having made me egg on toast he released my bonds and we discussed the previous night.
I was sat full of shame not believing what I had done and of course what I had said. His final words "I Will thinking what i can get you to do boy" But having gone home I was quite excited and wanked myself silly over it all.
This was my first taste of homosexuality and boy I loved it
chapter2 will be very soon...
please reply if u liked the first chapter there's no fiction there...