How had brad gotten himself in this position? We'll learn that, little by little. For now, he felt a little queasy. Lyn=n had excused herself to go to the ladies' room, and Hal had a "shit eating " grin on his face. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrradley, you didn't tell me you were going to be alone for a week." He had stopped playing footsie, and now his hand was on brad's right thigh.
"Uh, I didn't want to imply that I wanted to monopolize your time, Sir." Hal smiled. He was experienced enough to know waffling when he heard it. "Well, Brad, you don't need to worry about me managing my time. As it happens, I had been wondering about how I was going to find a way to spend more time with you, and then... your wonderful wife just dropped a gift in my lap. A WHOLE WEEK to spend with you. I can't wait." Brad gulped. "I'm already blowing you nearly every night." Hal laughed. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Being a bottom sub, is WAY more than sucking your Dom. " He ran his hand over brad's thigh, laughing as he saw the fear on brad's face. "A week is barely enough time to learn all you'll need to know..." He paused, and laughed. "So, you'll be taking an intensive course." "I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING. LEAVE ME ALONE." Hal laughed. "Be honest with yourself brad. Your wife will be away, you're telling me to get lost. So, what will you do with your cock addicted self for a week? I'll just let everyone at the bars know what a shit you are, and that you're married. " He saw brad blanch at that. "And you'll be lucky to find someone to say hello to you, let alone let you suck them." He paused for a minute to let this sink in. "Besides brad... You love my cock." Brad was thinking "He's right. I DO love his cock. I remember those toys. " He began to get erect, and Hal , who was now stroking the inside of brad's thigh, didn't make this any easier. "Yes Sir." Brad answered. "I understand." "Oh, you understand what, sweetie? " Lyn came back to the table. "Uh, Hal was just letting me know his schedule for the week, so that we can plan what to do." Lyn smiled. "Hal, I'm just SO GLAD you came into our lives. I mean, Brad has his softball, and his gym, and all that, but he really doesn't have - what do you guys say - a "bud?" I think you may be it." Well, that's very kind of you Lyn. " He smiled at brad. "I didn't know you were a gym addict." "OH YES" Lyn jumped in. He doesn't go to the big gym a lot, but the basement? It's filled with equipment." Hal smiled. "Is that right?" as brad reddened. "I DO use that gym but I can understand why someone wouldn't. It's dirty, it's crowded, it's...yuck. Maybe I can come over here and work out with you brad? Who knows? Maybe I'll teach you new ways to use the equipment." "I'm sure you will," brad muttered.
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So the next Saturday, brad kissed his wife and kids goodbye, as Lyn got into the car with them. He had already lifted her bags into the trunk. It was morning, and he was getting set for a run. Shirtless, wearing just a pair of dark blue onion shorts and his sneakers, he didn't see Hal's car, parked about a block away, under a neighbor's big oak tree. "Take care of yourself brad. Give Hal a call. " "I think Hal knows I'll be alone. I think he was planning things already, dear." "GOOD. You work too hard anyway. Someone should make things a little easier for you." She gave her husband one more kiss, and he waved to them as they drove off.
He had another queasy feeling. He had the feeling that Hal was around, but he didn't see him. He hadn't gotten a call either. Maybe he could run some of the tension out. He stretched, and got ready. Back in his car, Hal saw the stretch, because Brad's back was turned to him. "It's a fine ass. A REAL fine ass. Not today, but...." He saw brad take off. He knew from Lyn that Brad's miles were about 5 miles, and he ran about an 8-9 minute mile.
"I'll just go get some coffee ," Hal thought to himself, and drove away. The restraints in the box next to him in the car jingled a bit, but there was very little other noise that morning.
On his run, brad saw Hal's car go by, but didn't recognize it as Hal's. "Nice one," he thought, pumping his arms. He hadn't shaved down his chest in about a week, and hairs were spouting again. His muscles felt good, and he kicked up the pace a little. Brad liked to start the run fast, slow down, and then kick a finish. It always brought out a good sweat.
Meanwhile, Hal had stopped for his coffee, finished it, and headed back. Time to put things in motion. He waited until he saw brad run past the house for the second loop of his run. He'd have about 7 minutes to get set up.
"Piece a cake," he thought. It was still early, no one around. He put the box of restraints right in front of the door, so that brad couldn't miss them when he finished his run. Then, he hid himself behind one of the bushes that bordered the house.
Brad finished with a good kick, nearly out of breath. He leaned down to catch his breath, and then walked back to his house, covered with sweat, breathing hard. His shorts clung to his butt and thighs. As he got closer, he saw the box. "What's that?" he said out loud. He got to the house, and opened it. He saw the handcuffs, the nipple claims, a long hitachi rod - all things he had seen at Hal's house. "Oh shit, " he thought, just before he felt Hal's hand cover his mouth. "Hey brad. About time to start the week, don't you think, handsome?" Hal's mouth was right near brad's ear. They hadn't talked about it, but brad's ears were another trigger point. He began to get wood. "MMMMPH." He nodded yes. "Well , why don't you just pick up that box and bring it in with us? Let's get up to your bedroom." "The bedroom? Where I sleep with my wife? Hell no ." Hal laughed. "Ok, we'll start in the living room. Get in a chair. NOW. Get your hands behind your back." Hal reached in the box and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Seeing them, brad threw more wood. He sat down, and Hal roughly pulled his hands behind him and cuffed them. "I think I'm gonna gag you too brad. Not quite interested in a blow job, yet." He pulled out a ball gag, and when brad resisted, he stroked his semi hard cock. "Open up brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad," or it's gonna get a little painful for you." "Yes sir," Brad opened his mouth. The ball gag forced his lips apart, and he could bite down on it, but it did no good. He was tied, and gagged, sweating, wearing only his shorts.
"Now... Hmmmm. These... " Hal began rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. "Or these?" He pulled out a set of clamps.
'MMMPH MMMMMPH MMMMMMMMMMPH. " Brad was shaking his head no. He had never worn nipple clamps before, and he saw the biting end of them. He was scared. "Ha ha. Don't worry bradford. We'll be using them, but ONLY at the lowest setting, I promise." "MMMPH MMMMMPH MMMMMPH" The moans were a combination of whines, and begging. Hal got closer and stroked brad's sweaty crotch with the back of his hand. "You know, me thinks the closet case protests too much brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. I feel wood." Brad shook his head "NO" and squirmed in the chair. The cuffs held him fast. "Now, before we go upstairs... "MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH GMMMPHGMDPGHD" "Let's try some tit play with these guys." Hal formed little pincers with his fingers, leered, and began to twist brads nipples. This time, the sound that came out of brad was a mixof relief, and pleasure. He didn't mean to do it, but he pushed his chest forward. "OH. Str8 boi likes it.. Harder?" Brad hesitated and then "MMHMMMM" came out of the gag. Hal tightened the twisting. Then he pushed his knee into brad's crotch. "MMMMMMMMPH" Hal laughed. "You know, I won't be able to tell if it's precum, or sweat. Too bad. But.... I'd like to know what you're saying. So the gag will come out... for now... if you promise not to scream. We have a deal brad." Brad looked at him angrily, and shook his head yes. As soon as Hal took out the gag, brad gasped "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you torturing me?" Hal laughed "Torture? You seem to like it brad. Look at that woody... Not the biggest one I've seen, but adequate for a bottom." Indeed, brad's tight shorts were tenting in front. In a low, low voice, brad meekly asked. "Are you going to fuck me?" "Eventually, but probably not today brad. I'm not gonna fuck you until you ask me to." Now, brad began to squirm "Well, that's not gonna happen asshole." "Ha ha. If I were you, I wouldn't remind me of assholes. Now, how are we gonna use these... " He picked up the clamps. I COULD put them on you and lead you up to the bedroom. That'll keep you nice and calm. OR, I can save them until I've got you tied down to the bed. What do you think?" 'WHAT? You're gonna tie me to the bed I sleep in with my wife?" "Damn right. It's the same bed where you slept with your wife and fantasized about a man feeding you cock brad. Don't get high minded with me." That shut up brad for a minute. "Please. Please don't drag me upstairs with those things." Hal smiled. "Ok, a deal is a deal. I have something else in mind though. A modern man like you probably has an electric toothbrush." "YEAH. SO?' "I guess you've never thought about how an electric toothbrush can tickle." "Well, screw you, Hal. I'm not ticklish." Hal just smiled. "You're forgetting about your feet. " Brad gulped. He HAD forgotten about his feet. Hal stepped behind him and gripped the back of brad's neck, tightly, as he pulled him out of the chair. "Still sweaty. That's good lube brad." "YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GONNA FUCK ME." "Lots of uses for lube, studmuffin. Lots of them." Hal moved his hand to Brad's forearm. "Up the stairs, handsome. " Brad had no choice. Hal undid the cuffs, but had a hand on brad's cock, squeezing through the shorts. "Wanna lose the family jewels?" "No." "WHAT WAS THAT ANSWER?" Hal squeezed harder. "I'm sorry. I meant no sir." "On the bed. Spread out like a cross. NOW." Once brad had followed instructions, Hal tied him to the four corners of the bed. He was totally helpless, as Hal began to squeeze his nipples again, and occasionally bit one. He whispered into brad's ear. "You're gonna be my new fuckboi, bitch." Brad wanted to resist, but the words. The words. He got even harder.. "Now... I'm gonna set these for their loosest grip, brad. You'll build up to the really good stuff." Hal pulled the nipple clamps out of his pocket, and attached them to brad's nips. The howl that came out of brad's mouth, could've woken up the house. "Good thing no one's here brad." Hal pulled the clamps. "So... I can pull these harder... or you can tell me where your porn stash is." "I DON'T HAVE A PORN STASH." "Liar." Hal pulled the clamps. He brought the chain up to brad's mouth. "OPEN. PULL." "FUCK YOU" came out of brad, and it brought a hard smack to his crotch. When he screamed, in went the clamp chain. "Raise your head to the ceiling brad." Hal rested his hand on brad's crotch. Brad knew what was coming if he didn't do what he was told. The tug made his nips even more sensitive. "GOOD. Now you keep it there, while I get that toothbrush." Hal could hear brad moaning as he came back with the appliance, and two brushes. "So... which one is yours, and which is Lyn's. Blue one yours? Pink one heres? Brad blushed and shook his head yes. "HOW FUCKING SUBURBAN." Hal inserted the blue one into the electric part, and turned it on. "Know what's gonna happen, stud? Before I leave, you're gonna brush your teeth. With this..." He brought it down and began running it over brad's soles. Brad began writhing in agony, and pleasure. "Don't you dare drop the chain, brad. Or else... I'll tighten the clamps." As brad twisted, and tried futilely to get out of the way of the brush, he felt his cock getting thicker, and harder. "This can all stop, if you tell me where your porn stash is. You willing to do that?" Hal turned off the toothbrush for a minute. Brad had been laughing so hard, he was crying. He took a deep breath and shook his head yes. Hal took the chain of the clamps from brad's mouth, and held it tight. 'WHERE IS IT?" Choking , brad answered. ""Under the bed. The box marked 'tax documents.' Hal smiled, and pulled them out. He sat on the bed next to brad, and as he pulled out magazine after magazine, he lay them on brad's sweaty chest. "Well, well. You have a definite type brad. Looks a lot like me. " He ran his hand over brad's nip. "Aren't you glad we met?" He kept looking. "Hmmmm. You seem to have a fascination, I'd say obsession, with certain things. And fortunately, I like some of them. Like edging. Ever been edged brad?" "No Sir." "Well, there's a first time for everything." Hal packed up the magazines, closed the box, and put them back under the bed. "I'm gonna take this off, so you can focus COMPLETELY on what I'm gonna do next. But give me shit... they go back." "Yes sir. I understand." Hal pulled down brad's shorts, and his hard cock shot out. "My my my. Someone is enjoying this more than he admits." "Please let me go Sir. Please let me go." "NAH. Not yet. ' Hal began to run his finger along the underside of brad's cock. It jumped, and brad moaned. "Feels good, doesn't it fuckboi?" "OH. OH GOD. YES SIR. Better than I thought it would." Hal said nothing, but gently pinched brad's cockhead. Brad squealed, and a big drop of precum squirted out. "My word, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. You are like a melon ripe for the picking... Hal began slowly massaging brad's cockhead. "OH GOD. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE. LET ME CUM. PLEASE." And then, Hal let go. "NOPE. Not yet. I got another place to put my finger..." He moved his thumb to brad's asshole. Brad's hips bucked wildly. "OH SHIT. You said... You said..." "I know I did. And I'm not fucking you today. But... " he smiled. "You gotta be in touch with your pleasure zones, brad. It's gonna make things so much easier. " "Please Sir. Can I just suck you?" "Later stud. Later. For now.. this is all about you." Hal bent down and took one of brad's sensitized nips in his fingers. He squeezed the other one with one hand, while he slowly, VERY slowly, stroked brad's cock. He heard the breathing coming out of his prisoner, and he knew, brad was close. He lifted his face to ask brad. "Who's my BITCH? Who's my MANCUNT?" "I am Sir." "You wanna cum bitchboi?" "Yes sir." "THEN BEG FOR IT. BITCHES BEG FOR WHAT THEY WANT." "Pleae let me cum Sir. PLEASE." "You gonna put out for me?" "Yes sir." "You gonna show up when I call?" "Yes sir." "When I want it... you gonna give me your ass?" Brad took a breath before answering, and in a low voice said "yes sir." Hal laughed. "Trust me straightboi, you're gonna SCREAM it when I'm done with you. For now though..." He began stroking Brad faster and faster. Brad's moans became more desperate, and more shrill. And then. "AGGGGGGGH. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK..' Brad came like a man who hadn't had an orgasm in years. As the spurts slowed down, Hal grinned. "Now it's my turn." He dropped his pants, and brad instinctively opened his mouth. "Nope. I told ya. That comes with Part 2. For now..." He began stroking his own hard cock, aiming for brad's chest. It didn't take long. Hal closed his eyes, and shot across brad's chest and stomach. He smiled. "First, you're gonna kiss me. Like a real bitch. Then, you're gonna get marked with your Master's jizz."
He leaned down and pushed Brad's mouth open. He shoved his tongue down. He knew that Brad hand't been kissed this way very often, and Brad grabbed his tongue, hungrily swallowing it, as if he were a starving child, begging for more. Hal pulled back. "More of that later, sweetpea, but for now..." He took a sample of his jizz from brad's chest, and rubbed it across his lips. "Lick it. Lick it all. " "Yes sir. " Brad cleaned his lips. "Could I have some more Sir." Hal took a big glob, and pushed his finger in brad's mouth. "THERE we go." He began untying brad's restraints. "You're gonna get cleaned up. Then, we're going out to brunch. My treat, my restaurant. And then... we're coming back." "I have a softball game today Sir." "Hmmm. Brad playing softball. What's your position?" "Short stop sir." Hal laughed. "Figures. Your ass pointed out there for all to see. When's the game. "2:30 Sir." "Ok, we'll catch something quick. Then you're gonna tell your buds that you have plans. " He leered. "Because you do. Who knows? You may lose your cherry tonight."