Terry had not lost his sense of fun, that was for sure. Being involved in the league, working, getting to the gym, were all helping him to cultivate it. Still, he was nervous on Monday. He had hidden his purchases well enough that Paul hadn't seen them. And now, on Monday, with Paul out of the house and back in Manhattan, attending meetings and visiting sites ("GOD. He was SO FUCKING HOT in that suit", terry thought when Paul left that morning. He was about to take a risk. Paul did not like being disturbed when he was working. He had explicitly told terry that it had to be an emergency if he were disturbed. Still... terry dressed in the outfit he had put together to copy the captive Sam Waterson, and then he took a photo, texting it to Paul. "Sir, sorry to bother you, but someone's in the house. I got a picture. Do you know him?" As he thought of what Paul might do to him, terry was getting hard. Paul HAD caged him that morning, so there was nothing he could do, but wait.
He didn't have to wait long. The answer back from Paul was: "Just do what you can about getting him immoblized in a chair or something. Gag him if you have to. I'll be home soon." He followed it with a smile emoji, and three eggplants. DAMN THAT CAGE! terry got a chair put in the middle of the living room, and he listened carefully for when Paul drove the car up to the house. He had just enough time. He stuffed a wash cloth in his mouth, and then he took off his necktie, wrapped it around his mouth, and tied it as tight as he could. Then he sat in the chair, hands behind his back. He faced the door, so he could see Paul when he walked in. It was a hot day, and Paul had sweated through his shirt. His tie was loosened, and he was carrying his jacket in his arm. He slammed the door.
"Well, well , well. Look who we have here. HMMMMM." "mmmmmmmmmmmmph." terry looked at him, pretending to be in distress. "Ho ho. You think I'm rescuing you? You have another guess coming handsome." Paul whipped off his necktie, and soon, terry's wrists were secured behind his back. "Gonna have to talk to my partner about better knots in his gags." terry felt the necktie around his mouth being tightened. Then he felt Paul's hand rest on his pec. "You didn't get treated the way you should've in the movie, stud. I'm gonna do it right." He began pinching terry's nipple, and terry began moaning right away. Paul didn't open the shirt any further than it already was (two buttons), and he didn't put his hand INSIDE the shirt. He just ran his fingers up and down the pec, as if he were playing a guitar. The different sounds that came out of terry were like a human guitar too. They became louder, and more high pitched, when Paul brushed his truly 5 o'clock shadow over terry's ear, and nibbled it before he whispered "Only thing to do with a captured spy like you... is FUCK him. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPH" terry shook his head no, and heard Paul laugh. "Not a goddamn thing you can do about it. And with a guy as hot as you, what do you expect? " terry felt the hand on the back of his neck as he was lifted, almost like a kitten, and pushed off to the bedroom. He faked struggling, and Paul pulled him into his body. terry felt his hard on against his ass. "FEEL THAT FUCKER? OR IS FUCKEE MORE CORRECT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Whatever it is, it's gonna be inside you, before you can call 911"
He untied terry's wrists and handed him the necktie. "Tie your own wrist down, fucker. Make sure it's tight. " "mmmmmmmmmmmph?" terry seemed to plead as he got into position. He did the best he could. The SWAT to his crotch made it clear: it wasn't good enough. Paul laughed. "Boy, you got potential to be a lot of things. One thing you AIN'T got potential for, is becoming a bondage top. Good thing I'm around." He secured one, then the other of terry's wrists. Only then did he begin to unbutton terry's shirt. "Such a beautiful, beautiful chest. So smoooooooooooooooth. You sure you don't belong to some Daddy boy?" terry thought this could be a trick question and he didn't answer. Paul's fingers went up to a nip and pinched. "Not gonna answer me? Cause if you don't, I guess I'm just gonna have to declare myself your owner. FUCKTOI" "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH." terry began to buck his hips, as Paul moved his bristles to terry's chin - a spot terry hadn't even known was sensitive until Paul found it. He began to whimper. Then Paul moved down and got off terry's loafers, and his suit pants. His thong was next. "Ha ha. You DO belong to a Daddy, studboi. I wonder who has the key. Wonder if he'd give you up." Another trick question came out of Paul. "You wanna tell me who your Daddy is? Maybe I'll see if he'll sell you to me?" "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph" terry shook his head no, and Paul laughed. "Well, that's ok. Then I'll just take you. These things happen in your profession. Secret service guys disappear all the time. Sometimes, for all we know, they could become male sex slaves. Especially cute blond ones with hot asses." Paul scrambled out of his own clothes. His cock looked dangerous: dark red, hard as a rod, and aiming for terry's ass. "I want this so bad," terry thought, as he closed his eyes, because when Paul was THAT horny, it hurt. It did now. Paul RAMMED into him, the way he would've rammed a prisoner of war. "TAKE IT YOU FUCK. BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE AND GETTING CAUGHT. YOU DESERVE MORE PUNISHMENT." Now, terry began shaking his head yes. OH, did he need punishment, and he got it, as Paul began tickling his balls as he fucked him. Paul's cock felt so good. DAMN, why didn't he know about this before? What other movies did Paul like where he could arrange scenes? Maybe, just maybe he'd ask. Or he'd look at Paul's collection. He knew where they were. But now, he just focused on what was happening. Paul was pummeling his ass, faster and faster. He was close.. closer.. then the animal scream terry knew was coming. He was flooded. Just totally flooded with Paul's semen. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO boy! The train stalled twice before it got to the station, and I was just so fucking out of control. I almost grabbed a conductor and fucked him in the bathroom." He began taking the gags off of terry. terry, for his part, was trying to catch his breath. "I'm sorry I disturbed you at work Sir. I just thought.... " he panted. "I just thought I wanted to do something nice for you and this was..." He didn't finish because Paul covered his mouth with his own. "You did good boy. REAL good." He kissed terry again. "You feel like getting a burger tonight? Maybe putting on one of your baseball outfits. Your cap, the sweatshirt, the sweatpants. " "If that's what you want Sir. " "MMMMM. What I want is to just be young enough to fuck you a second time. But that ain't happening. Now let's go get some dinner." He laughed. "OH SHIT. I guess I should untie you."
"Paul's collection" was a cabinet filled with old DVDs, VHS tapes, magazines, and all kinds of other "stuff" that either did, or had, turned Paul on at some point. The DVD to "Hopscotch" was in that cabinet. Paul had never said that terry couldn't look in it, but if he wanted to watch a movie, or look at an old porn novel or magazine, he'd always get up and get it himself. terry didn't want to ask: getting "punished" by Paul for infractions that led to hot sex, was one thing. Getting him angry, so that Paul ignored him for a few days, was another. It had happened just a couple of times, and it had made terry feel like he was dead inside. So it was with reluctance that, one day, after he had finished at the boat yard (the weather was now getting cooler, and there was less to do there), he came home and, as was part of what Paul called his "job description," terry began cleaning the living room. The cabinet door opened "accidentally," and he looked in. Wrestling videos. Bondage videos. (Paul had a penchant for one actor named Scott Answer: he seemed to have everything: even videos where Scott was topping. terry couldn't help but notice that he and Scott had similar hair). Novels. He had heard of some of them, but some were so old, the paper had gone from yellow to brown. terry didn't dare look at those. Then he saw a black volume, with no information on it. It wasn't horribly thick, but it was full. terry opened it and began getting hard. It was clearly a personal album: he could recognize some recent photos of Paul, but others... Paul had mentioned being in the Navy, and .. some of the photos were clearly intended for public viewing, and others weren't. What stunned terry is that, in the "private" type of pictures, his lover was fucking guys but... "NO, that CAN'T be him", he saw some where a guy who looked like a young version of Paul was taking it up the ass, and apparently enjoying it. terry didn't find those photos particularly alluring but... seeing Paul fuck other guys... Were there any movies? Now his curiosity was raised. He arranged the stuff in the cabinet so that the album didn't appear to be missing, just in case Paul looked that night. He wanted to ask Paul and then, suggest, perhaps....
"HEY BLOND MUNCHKIN. WHATCHA MAKING FOR DINNER?" Paul was always boisterous when he came in the door. terry heard the car, and tossed his shirt off: he knew Paul liked to play with his nipples as soon as he got home. He'd start with a big wet French kiss and start gently, before getting terry worked up with harder tit play. Today was no exception. Paul knew that with his cage on, terry was suffering. GOOD. A boy needed to suffer. He pushed it a little, by moving one hand behind terry, slipping it into his jeans and finding a "sweet spot" on his ass crack. terry moaned and tried to push back to get more, and Paul just teased him. "I oughtta toss you on the bed and tickle the shit outta you for excessive hotness." terry smiled and blushed. "Would you like a foot massage Sir?" It was something terry had suggested one night, Paul lived in sneakers and sandals, but when he needed to go "city bound," he wore what he called his "real" shoes. He hated them. They hurt his feet. Paul learned, after he asked, that terry had learned foot massage from watching his mom take care of his Dad's feet. He had studied well. "SURE. Sounds good. Don't get me too riled up though boy, because... AH WHAT THE FUCK. I'M GONNA HAVE YOU BLOW ME ANYWAY." "Yes sir." terry sat down on the floor so that he could get to Paul's feet on the coffee table. He pressed his palms in and Paul gasped as the tension began to leave. "FUCK YES. FUCK YES. OH SHIT. OH DAMN BOY. NOT AS GOOD AS FUCKING YOUR ASS, BUT PRETTY DAMN GOOD." terry worked Paul's feet for about 15-20 minutes and then.. he tried something else. He looked at Paul. "If no, Sir, just tell me." He moved his mouth over Paul's toes and began sucking them. "OH SHIT. DAMN. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I FUCKING LIKED THAT. MORE BOY. MORE. GET TWO IN YOUR MOUTH. THREE. JUST GARGLE BEFORE YOU GO NORTH, SON." "I love my Daddy's feet Sir" terry smiled. "And I love my boy's tongue. But I'm gonna love my boy's mouth more. Go and clean my foot gunk outta your mouth, and get back here and do what I pay you to do. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." terry came back and Paul had slid down his pants. His cock was standing up in the air. "Go to it boy. Show me that tongue does more than toes." terry LOVED getting fucked, but he LOVED sucking Paul too. As he was going down on his Master, he began to think: what's he going to say? What's he going to do? Should I even bring it up?" He felt Paul's fingers in his hair, pulling his head up. "Hey, terry boy. Something's on your mind, isn't it?" "It is Sir. Let me finish, ok? Then I'll tell you?" "NO boy, you will tell me NOW." He patted a spot next to him. "Now SIT. Tell Master Paul what's on your mind." "I need to get something first Sir. And promise you won't be angry at me? PLEASE SIR?" Paul saw the look of sheer terror in his boy's face. He was more frightened than he was that first night. "You may get a spanking boy, but that's all. I promise." terry went away, and as he did, Paul saw that his knees were shaking " What the...." "Sir, I can explain why I found this, but...." he handed Paul the book. "OH MY GOD. HAHAHAHAHAHA. You found my album. Sit. Yeah sit. Let's look at it." Paul put the book on his lap, and his arm around terry's shoulders. He started turning pages. "Now that.. that is a picture of me and my Dad, when I was, oh, maybe 15." "GOD Sir. You look so... " "SKINNY? HAHAHAHAHAHA. It's ok boy. It'll happen to you too. And yeah, my Dad was a hottie. Can't tell ya how many times I got myself off after I saw him shirtless, or naked." terry blushed. He had done the same thing. "Now this.... this section here, yeah this is when I was a Navy boy. " He pulled terry closer. "Yup. Me and shipmates. And this... you know, you'd have found some eventually boy, but these are the other gay boys - at least the ones who were honest about it. And this... this is my first boyfriend." "Sir... he's at least twice as old as you." "I KNOW. I guess it's genetic huh? Yeah, real nice man. " Paul smiled and turned the picture. That was the one of him getting fucked. "OH SHIT. I didn't know that was there." He looked at terry. "You saw it, didn't you?" "I did Sir. I can't imagine...." Paul began to laugh. "Well, these days, neither can I. And after Brian, well.... you could say he converted me to TOPDOM" "I need to write him a thank you note, Sir." "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA You were afeard I was gonna go bottom on ya?" "Well, no Sir. I was just... surprised." "Turn the page boy. You'll see how likely that is." Paul began naming the guys he was with in the pictures. "Sir... seeing these... , well, I got hard watching you fuck other guys." "DIDJA NOW YOU PERV. " Paul kissed terry on his head. "I love that. I just fucking LOVE it." "Well, Sir.... I don't know how to ask this but... do you want to fuck other guys?" Paul's face got serious for a minute. "Now, what an interesting question. You getting too much of me, boy?" "NO. NO. I just.... You know, when my Dad got caught having an affair, he told my mom 'you think I can eat vanilla ice cream the rest of my life when there are so many other flavors? " Paul grinned. "And you think Daddy Paul wants some sprinkles, don't ya?" terry blushed. "Well, Sir, I thought you might." Paul looked at him. "Now listen up here boy. I am perfectly fucking content with you. You wear me out sometimes, you're so fucking horny. But ya know... I'm hearing something else.. You wanna SEE me fucking someone else, don't ya?" NOW terry was red as the beets they grew at home. "yes sir. I think it would be hot. REALLY hot. " "Well, tell ya what, muffin? Let Daddy Paul think about that cause ya know? Just talking about this is getting me even harder than I was, and you have not finished your duties yet, so... focus on the task and get it done. And Daddy Paul and boy terry will go shopping for.. who knows what this weekend." "yes sir. Thank you Sir. Let me do my job." And terry did in fact, deep throat Paul very thoroughly. And after he swallowed, Paul pulled terry onto his lap. "Kiss me you sexy thing. Just kiss me." They necked for about ten minutes. Then Paul looked at him. "You know boy, you just offered me the best present anyone ever did. It's even better than the Hopscotch scene. Which we're doing tomorrow. Understood?" terry smiled. He wasn't in trouble. "After the ball game?" "AW SHIT that's right. I forgot it's a playoff game tomorrow. What time?" '2pm Sir." "Well fuck me with a broomstick. You go get your sleep boy. And I gotta go get my pompoms. Daddy is a DAMN good cheerleader. Maybe I'll even put a tassel on my cock." He stared at terry , poker faced. terry believed him "HA HA. GOTCHA STUD. Nah, I wouldn't do something like that. Not until we got home anyway. Go get your rest." "Dinner sir? Shouldn't we eat. " "DAMN you still hungry after that smoothie? Ok, I guess we should. NO ALCOHOL FOR YOU PRE GAME THOUGH. "Yes sir." "Damn. A sweaty ass after a ball game. Might have to put off Hopscotch an extra day."