As they drove, Hal called brad. He knew brad had one of those speaker systems so he wouldn't have to reach for his phone. "Yes sir?" brad's voice had that edge on it, which Hal knew meant he didn't mean it. It was ok. There was time. "We're veering off at the next exit. We need to have brunch or something. "
"Yes sir. Eating would be good." Hal smiled. He hadn't told brad they were going to one of the most popular gay brunch spots in the city. As they pulled into "Peter Rabbit," brad called Hal. Hal could hardly control his laughter. "Couldn't you have picked some place else? " "Yeah, I could've , but I wanted to see your face when we got here." "You may not. I'm gonna turn around and take this car back home. Fuck lunch. " "I wouldn't do that if I were you brad. You've only seen SOME of the pictures I have." Silence on brad's end. "Please don't embarrass me Sir." Hal laughed. "You know, you may be a real good numbers pusher, but you really can't scheme worth shit. Your friend asked you to brunch, and you had no idea it was going to be the fayest place in town." A bit more silence, and a low voice answer. "That's kinda true. Sir." "The food is good here brad. I betcha no one knows who you are. And if they do, well... Why are THEY here?"
When they had parked, Hal saw that brad had a face like he had swallowed sour milk. "Will you relax, studmuffin? Ain't no one gonna assault you unless you want it. You're with me, and as a general rule, my peeps don't go after boyfriends out WITH their boyfriends." "I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND." "Then how shall I introduce you? My fuckslave?" Brad stared for a minute and whined. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?' "WHAT? Taking you out for brunch? GEEZ. Did I forget to say I'd pay? Is that the problem." "That is NOT the problem and you know it. " "Then what is the problem, brad? Am I making you do anything you don't want to do?" An even lower answer. "No sir." "Then get your hot ass over here, and let's get on line for our waffles. I promise you. They'll give you stamina for our afternoon." Brad said nothing, but the thought of an afternoon with Hal, was getting him hard.
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There was about a 15 minute wait before they could be seated. It was Sunday, it was brunch, and it was a gay restaurant. Brad nearly fainted when Hal left him to order two drinks while they waited, and a guy walked by and "WOOFED" him. "Someone cruised me." brad told Hal when he came back. Hal laughed. "More than ONE person cruised you brad. I saw three do it when I was on line. One guy was obvious about it. Who can blame them? You're a good looking man." Brad blushed. "Thank you Sir. You think so." "Uh huh. I think you're handsome, and you're HOT. SO FUCKING HOT. I thought you were hot the first time that I saw you at Pockets, probably WAY out of my league, and now, I think you're even hotter. You're a superb bottom." Brad blushed even more. "I don't know if I should say thank you to that." "Heh heh. Maybe I'll make you say thank you for every time I've got my cock in you."
At brunch, brad asked a question he had been dying to ask. As was usual, Hal was playing footsie with him, and brad was getting MORE aroused. "Hal, don't take this question the wrong way. That house. The style you live in." "And I'm a clothing salesman." "Well, uh, yeah. " "I inherited the house from my folks. My dad was a banker, my mom was a doctor. They did well. I'm their only child, so I got everything. " "But that doesn't keep it up." "No, it doesn't. At some point you may meet Adrian. He's the owner of the store. Gay as a goose. And more closeted than you are handsome.
So he relies on me to find me his 'dates'." Brad looked up. "So you're his pimp?" "Call it what you want. It's always consensual, Adrian is a generous man, and no one has ever complained about his cock." Now brad was intrigued. "How big is it?" Hal nearly spat out his drink. "You should ONLY be worrying how big mine is. I'm not sharing you with Adrian." He began running a toe over brad's sole. "I'm keeping my str8 boi all to myself. " Brad closed his eyes. "You know what that's doing to me Sir?" "Tell me." "It's making me fucking horny. I feel like I want your cock in my mouth right now." "Well, we'll see about that. Finish your omelet - egg whites - UGH - and we'll head back." "What's wrong with an egg white omelet?" "Oh nothing, brad. It's just, well... so you. You'll probably eat a bag of cheetos afterward, when no one is looking." "Doritos Sir. Cheetos stain." Hal shook his head, and called for the check.
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They got back to Hal's place, and Hal announced. "We're gonna play a little two part game brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Sort of like something you'd see on TV, if they showed game shows involving sex." He heard the 'gulp' from brad. "Get on the bed, face down." "What're you gonna do, Sir?" "If you don't shut up ad do what you're told, the first thing I'm gonna do is gag you with my sock." "Like that's supposed to shut me up," brad thought, but he lay on the bed. "Now, let me get you into a hogtie." Hal pulled brad's wrists and tied them. Then he tied his ankles. Then he bound them all together. "Nice and tight brad?" Brad squirmed. "Yes sir. Tight ." "Good. Now, here's part I. First, let me show you my dildo box." He pulled out a box of dildos, of varying sizes. He saw brad's eyes go wide. "Maybe I'll get you one for your birthday. Anyway, this is Part I of a two part game. See, you're gonna get fucked by a dildo this afternoon. We just have to determine what size. So...." He set a timer for 16 minutes. "We're starting with a dildo that is zero inches long. Every minute that you stay tied up, and can't escape, we add another 3/4 inch. So... at the end of it, we may have a dildo 12 inches long for you brad." "12 inches. FUCK. I can't take that." "Well, in part 2, maybe you can cut it down. Now..." He set the timer. "I'm gonna go sit in the living room and read the Sunday paper. If you come out to me with the timer, then we'll move onto step 2." Brad didn't really struggle for a while. 3/4 inch a minute? Well, he knew he could handle Hal's cock, and that was a good 8 plus. But this was a thick rigid thing. He'd start struggling at 6 inches. That was, what Two minutes was an inch and a half, four minutes was 3 inches, so... at 8 minutes, he'd begin to struggle. Hal smiled as he went out to the living room. He could hear brad's grunting, and groaning. At ten minutes, he went in. "How's it going brad? Any progress?" Brad gritted his teeth. "Fuck no. WEre you a boy scout or something?" "As a matter of fact, I was. And I got merit badges for my knots. " "Figures. " Brad looked at the timer. He was making no progress. " Can I just give up? Start with the full 12?" "You sure you wanna do that?" Brad pulled at the ropes. "You told me I'd have a chance to lower it, so yeah. I do. I'll give up. Let's get on with this."
Ok, brad. Now, here's your chance to win back some size." Hal untied brad. "Take off your shirt, lay face up on the bed." Brad couldn't figure out what Hal was doing, but he saw the wicked look in his eye, as he took off his own shirt. "This is called the tit game. I'm gonna straddle you, and I'm gonna start playing with your tits. I'm not gonna tie you up... until you beg me to. Because when you beg me to, I'll stop torturing them. And for every minute you hold out... we drop 3/4 of an inch from the 12. "FUCK. You know how sensitive my tits are." Hal leered. "Too bad I make the rules. Unless you want me to just use the big boy." "No. Let's see. " Brad doubted he could hold out for 8 minutes of tit torture, but that's what he was going for. The first few squeezes, with Hal's weight just above his pelvis, let him know that there was NO WAY he was gonna hold out that long. He DID hold his own for two minutes, biting his lip, and not squirming too much. Then it started. Hal had kept an even pressure for the first three minutes, but then he began to modulate it: first tight, then loose, fast then slow. Twisting, and pulling. Brad began to squirm, but Hal was too heavy for him to move that much. He moaned. He saw Hal's look "Had enough brad? Ready to give up?' "FUCK NO... " And the he moaned as Hal squeezed them tighter. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT. I GIVE. I GIVE. TIE ME UP. PLEASE TIE ME UP. I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE."
Hal stpped the timer. "Hmmm. 5 minutes plus. It's just under 30 seconds so, strictly speaking, I should round down, like you financial types do." He saw the look in brad's face. "But since you're a rookie at this, I'll round it up to six. SO... Six minutes, 3/4 of an inch a minute. Hmmm. That's 4.5 inches. So we take that from 12, and.. we get the 7.5 inch dildo. "Piece a cake" brad hissed. "Oh. I forgot to tell you. These are battery operated. So they vibrate. "BASTARD... Brad squirmed hard, and Hal pacified him with more nip squeezing. Then he restrained his wrists, and began pulling off brad's shoes, and jeans. "please Sir. Can I just take your cock? " "That's for tonight brad. Right now, you're gonna learn about toys. " Hal chose a dildo from the box, and compared it to a straight edge. "You financial types. I don't want you to scream foul." "You already set up the rules, fucker. " "I know, right? Isn't that a bitch? Just like you." Hal smiled. "You know, I thought about making you put this in yourself, but... I'll have too much fun doing it.." He greased up the dildo and began sliding it into brad. "OH FUCK. OH FUCK. " And that was before Hal turned it on. Once it started vibrating, brad began making faces like someone were shoving a pole vault up his ass. "OOOOOOH. MY... FUCKING.. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHD..." As Hal pushed the last bit of the dildo in, brad exploded. It was the first time he had had an orgasm without touching himself. Hal began wanking. "I bet you wanna taste this too , don't you brad?" "Yes sir. I do. Please. Can I have some?" "Later stud. Later. When it's more of a challenge to bring me off. Now though.... He slid his hand back and forth and soon, his cum joined brad's , all over brad's chest and body." He lay down beside brad. "You're just hot, period. But tied up, damn, you are SO FUCKING HOT BRAD.' He knew brad didn't like kissing, but he kissed him anyway. "Can you untie me Sir?" "Not yet. I want some more photos. " "NOOOOO. PLEASE. No photos... " Too late. Hal took about twelve before he untied brad. "Tonight, we'll go through them. See which ones we wanna keep as memories of our first weekend date. " He saw brad's look. "So, here's what's gonna happen. The gym is still opened, so if you wanna go, I'll drive you. If you don't, fine. Then we'll come back here. We'll either call in, or I'll cook something. And then... " He smiled at brad. "My dessert is gonna be the rare, ripe brad melon." Brad seemed to be blushing a lot this weekend. He did again. "I'd like some time in the gym Sir. Maybe an hour?" "Work on your pecs. And your glutes. Make em nice and strong." "You're not coming in with me?" "Nah. I'll wait in the car. I'll think of things to do to you tonight before dessert." Brad couldn't remember if his cell worked in the gym. He didn't even know if he was gonna get it into the gym: had Hal thought that through, and confiscate it? Worth a try. Brad jammed the cell into his gym bag with a change of clothes. Hal made him change to gym wear because "I love seeing your ass move in those shorts sexy," and off they went.
"You never had a same sex experience in high school, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? Or college?" "I thought about it Sir. But it scared me too much. I was afraid I'd get caught and the there'd be problems. "Such a wimp. Now you're an adult, and you're STILL afraid. " At a red light he turned to brad. He had put on an old, ratty t shirt that didn't quite cover his belly. His nips pointed out. "Nice shirt. Wear that for me?" Brad lowered his head. "Yes sir. I'm very confused. " Hal put a hand down on Brad's thigh. "Well, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, that makes one of us. I'm not confused at all. I'm gonna turn you into my str8 boi fuck bitch. And I'm gonna run you like a marionette." Brad's eyes filled with confusion and hate. But he DID pick that t shirt thinking Hal would like it. They got to the gym, and Hal stopped. "Ok, they're opened for two more hours. Probably empty late Sunday afternoon. Go get your workout, I'll be waiting here. "Great Sir. Thank you. But you didn't need to drive me here." "You're right brad. At some point, we're gonna play escape and recapture, but not tonight. By the way, take your phone out of your bag and leave it here. You won't need it." "Uh, I didn't bring my phone with me Sir." "You think I'm gonna believe you? Now, you have two choices. You can pull the phone out and leave it, or we can turn around, go back home, and this time we'll play that game but without the claw back, and you'll get the full 12 inches." Brad huffed, puffed, and opened his bag. He pulled out the phone, tossed it on the chair, and went off to work out while Hal laughed.
When he came back, Hal was working on a crossword on his ipad. "Hmmm. Nice and sweaty. Just the way I like ya brad. By the way, they got a wrestling mat in that gym? "Yes sir. Doesn't get much use, but it's there." "Hmm. Ever fantasize about getting the shit kicked out of you in a match, then tied down and fucked, right in the ring." Brad didn't want to answer, but he did, very softly. "Yes sir." "Good to know, brad, good to know.." As they drove back to Hal's house, he had his hand on brad's sweaty knee. "So tell me Brad. What's your most outrageous sexual fantasy?" He didn't know why, but brad told Hal all about wanting to be sold as a slave, without him knowing it, then being kidnapped, and shipped, naked, to a buyer who would keep him locked in a dungeon forever.
"Now isn't that interesting. Know what I didn't hear? A wife, a woman, kids, anything. Just you and another man. " Brad didn't answer. "You tired of being a hubby and a dad, big boy brad?" "It's getting to me Sir. I always said I'd gratify my sex fantasies when I got older. Now it's too late." Hal laughed. "NAH brad. Not too late at all. Now, I'm not gonna sell you to anyone, or send you overseas in a crate, but I got LOTS of ideas of what to do to you. " He squeezed brad's knee. "And I have a feeling, you're gonna love just about all of them."
More silence. "I liked getting fucked Sir. I thought it would hurt. It didn't." "It CAN if the top is rough. I was easy on ya stud. You want it rougher, you can get it rougher. And from me." "Maybe not yet. " "Sir, do we have to fuck tonight." "Yup. I want it. And the topman makes the calls on this stuff, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Your ass was so much fun that I want it real soon." "Then can we do it before dinner? I'm afraid I'll feel nauseous if I eat." Hal moved brad's hand to his cock. "What do you think , bottom?" "I think I'm gonna be on my back in about thirty minutes. "
It was 20. When they got in the house, Hal gently pulled brad's arms behind him. Brad didn't even struggle, as Hal licked the perimeter of his right ear. "Know what's gonna happen to you brad?" "Yes sir." "What's that?" "You're gonna fuck me Sir." "That's right. Cause you're my str8 boi bitch." A pause before "Yes sir."
"Let's do you doggie style today brad. Get on the bed. On all fours. " Brad had seen videos, and photo shoots, of guys getting fucked this way. It intrigued him, but he thought it would hurt. As Hal pressed his finger in, the way the doctor administered his prostate exam once a year (brad always dreamt about that exam)), and then penetrated him, it DID hurt. MUCH more than the first one. Hal wasn't holding back this time. "OW. That hurts Sir. " Then he felt the smack to his ass, and the hand on his balls pulling. "OH FUCK. " "Yeah it's gonna hurt. Not as much as me ripping off your balls. So keep your mouth shut, and TAKE IT BITCH." Hal rammed in, hard. He kept a hand around brad's balls and cock, keeping them semihard all the while. "You have got SUCH a hot ass brad. I dunno how you kept it virgin until I came around.." Brad could feel him pumping, and he winced. This was not the loving fuck from the first time. This time, he felt like he was being treated like a piece of meat. That was, until Hal finished with a great big orgasm into his condom, and then flipped brad over. He ran his fingers over brad's lips. "I coulda taken any str8 man I wanted. You're all easy bait. Know why I picked you?" "Why sir?" Hal smiled. "Because you're SO GODDAMN HOT. And that's not just looks. You are fucking INTERESTING brad. A man of many moods, many needs. I am gonna have so much fun with you, and we're gonna find out every damn one of your fantasies, and I am gonna make as many of them as I can come true. " He kissed brad on the forehead. "I haven't shown you downstairs. There's a cell, with chains. You wanna sleep there tonight, or with me?" "With you Sir. I wanna cuddle with you." "GOOD. Then let's order in some dinner, and then hang out. We both got work tomorrow."
After the food came in, and they had eaten, Hal took brad to the sofa, where he had brad lie up against him. He slipped his hand under brad's t shirt, and kept his nip stimulated for the rest of the night. "First thing tomorrow, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. You wake up, you check my cock. If it's hard, you blow me. " "Yes sir. If it's not?" "You check again before you go to work." "Yes sir"