Detective Steve Rich finished his testimony in the routine trial. He had been the arresting officer in a drug case: a sale within 100 feet of a school, which carried a penalty. It was a routine case, but since the defendant had opted for a trial, he had to put on a tie that day and testify. He looked good. He had just gotten a haircut, and the barber had done a good job. He had been increasing the intensity of his work outs and his tight muscular body was in better shape than most 45 year old guys. "Need to get shirts soon," he thought to himself. He had put on a blue button down shirt that day and while it closed, to make a good appearance at court, he had to pull his gut in. He looked good. There were some people who said he looked a little like he could have been Robert Conrad's father, and others who said he could be an older Robert Conrad "Well done, Steve," the ADA told him as they walked out. "Should be a piece of cake." Steve laughed. "Something I won't be eating for a while. You see this gut?" ADA Prince, who was far from in shape, just smiled. "I'll have yours." As they were leaving the court house, there was commotion up front, cameras, the whole deal. "What's all that about?" Steve asked Prince. He saw Prince blanch white. "Oh, SHIT. I'm sorry Steve. I couldn't change the testimony date so I didn't tell you. Rigger Rick is getting out today. Technicality. Roper Rick! Just the name made Steve shiver a little, for both good and bad reasons. Rigger Rick: his real name was Rick Stone. He was called Rigger Rick because he was known, at least in some circles, for his expertise in binding men -usually his dates, partners, etc. Steve could vouch for his talent, because Steve had been Rigger's lover/plaything/bottom/slave for three months. He had gone into it willingly, and stayed. When he found out what other "business endeavors" as "Sir Rick" (what Steve had to call him) was into, he wanted out. Rigger wasn't letting that happen, and Steve only got out when the police raided the premises and found Steve, naked and chained to Rigger's wall. Rigger had planned to body shave him that night before fucking him. It was also milking night, so Steve's cock was loose, and pointing out, hard.
The "brotherhood" kept what they found quiet. There was no case of kidnapping, or abuse, or anything that could be brought against Rigger because, after the ADA had interviewed Steve, the evidence pointed to clear consent on Steve's part. He and Rigger had gone out in public frequently, and there had never been any attempt by Steve to get help, to get away, nothing. "It's a zero case, Steve. They'll find him not guilty." Instead, Rigger had been arrested for the contraband cigarettes they had found. There was just one problem: the warrant did not give them access to the rooms where they had searched: and after an appeal of the conviction, Rigger was out. "Did he smile at me when we walked by?" Steve asked himself. He felt his cock stiffen. He didn't know that Rigger was a criminal at the start. As he learned, he was too, well, spellbound by this powerful top, and he did nothing to escape.
It had all happened so quickly. A year ago: Steve had just begun his 2 week vacation, and before he got in his car and headed to Key West, he went to see a movie. He went to movies by himself a lot: gave him a chance to think. He had slipped into tight, worn, 501 jeans, a close fitting white t shirt, and his leather jacket. One of his favorite bars was right near the theater and- well, why not? A drink before vacation truly started would be nice.
That's where he first saw Rigger. Steve had walked into the bar, and of course, he turned some heads. His own head was turned by the man who would soon be dominating him . "Rigger Rick" was a big man: nearly six inches taller than Steve's own 5'8". A short dark beard - Steve had an inherent weakness for bearded men and he also had a belly: not a big one, but one that Steve could imagine on top of his body, pinning him down as he got worked over. There were also some muscles: not a lot, and not as many as Steve, but enough to catch your eye. Dark eyes: were they black? Full lips. And he was wearing chaps. He stared directly at Steve. Steve knew the stare, and he knew what to do . He put his head down, and his hands behind his back. The other members of his precinct knew he was gay, but they didn't know about his passive BDSM lifestyle. He was still looking down, at his boots, when he felt the rough finger under his chin, pushing up his head. "What's your name, bottom?" Steve struggled to moisten his dry throat. "It's steve Sir. steve rich. " Rigger laughed. "I got another name for you. rich the bitch." His eyes bore into Steve's, and then he felt two sets of pincer fingers grab his nipples roughly, and begin twisting them. He moaned. "rich the bitch, you're coming home with me tonight... And I'm gonna FUCK you long and slow, and then hard and fast. " "Sir, I... I.... " Steve was having problems forming words. In addition to the nipple torture, Rick had begun brushing his knee across his crotch. "I... I'm planning a vacation tomorrow. I can't stay over." Rich smiled. "I SAID you're coming home with me. Was that unclear, BOTTOM?" steve looked down. "No Sir." "Turn around." Steve did what he was told, and he felt a leather cord encircle his wrists. Rick's fingers closed on his bicep, and he began leading him out of the bar. "Sometimes you fish and get nothing, and sometimes, you get a fine trophy" Rick muttered as he led Steve to his car, put him in the passenger seat, and drove off.
Rick's apartment seemed to be designed for domination. The walls were dark, there were toys everywhere, and the bedroom, well.. steve would see the bedroom soon. For now, he felt a gloved hand caress his ass. He moaned, and pushed back into the hand. Rick's other arm went around steve's neck, pulling his head back. He had his mouth on steve's ear as he whispered. "If you're as much fun as I think you're gonna be studboi, you may not leave this aparment.
"But sir... vacation. MMMPH" The second gloved hand covered steve's mouth. Rick began nibbling at his ear. "You're gonna have a very active vacation steve. Or, I should say, a very passive one. steve had "classic" hot spots: his nipples, his ears, and a few others. As Rick was nibbling his ear, the hand that wasn't covering steve's mouth, came up to his chest. It moved from one nipple to the other, squeezing gently, then hard. steve's jeans were tight, and his cock began to feel uncomfortable. "Nice and slow, or fast and rough. I vote for fast and rough, and nice and slow later. " His hands went to steve's forearms, and he led him into the bedroom which was even more of a bondage cave than the rest of the apartment. "STRIP" Rick ordered as he untied steve. "yes sir." Rick gazed at steve's body. "Nice. WAY NICE. Too much hair for a bitch, but... we can fix that." He saw steve's dick jump when he said that and laughed. "SOMEONE gets into shaving." "yes sir. I do." "I'm gonna make you a VERY happy camper...." Rick was out of his clothes. He moved in on steve and shoved his tongue down his throat. While he Frenched him, he pushed steve back to the bed. Then he fell on top of him and steve was in heaven. He felt his wrists being pulled up to the top of the bed, then locked there. Rick's mouth moved to one nipple, and is fingers to another one. "AGGGGGGGGGH! " was all steve could get out of his mouth. He completely forgot about going on vacation, the stuff he had to pack, everything. He just felt Rick exploring his body, running his fingers and hands all over it, sliding underneath him, probing his ass. Rick had amazing thumbs. He found two places on steve's ass that he would use in the future to, as he put it "put my pussy into cat heat." steve was thrashing back and forth on the bed, and his cock began to drip. "Bitches never cum before their tops do. Remember that rich the bitch." "yes sir. Sorry Sir." "Fortunately for you, I'm gonna be cumming fast. First time... coming up." He laughed as he pushed steve's knees up and mercilessly stabbed his ass. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT. You're huge sir." He was "Rigger Rick" had a good 9 inches of thick meat, and while Steve had had his share of cock in his life, 9 inchers were rare. 9 inches thick like a sausage, were even more rare. He tried to adjust to the pounding he was taking - something he never was able to do over those three months. When he was fucking steve, Rick didn't seem to be at all interested in whether steve was happy or not, but he was: steve LOVED getting pounded, and as Rick began speeding things up, and getting closer and closer to climax, steve began enjoying it more and more. "Sir... what if I shoot" "Then I may have to cut off one of your balls" Rick said. Again, for the rest of those three months, steve didn't know if he were joking that night. Rick's orgasm was fast, and quiet. He wasn't a really "multiple pumper" but each of the six shots he put into steve were loaded. When steve rolled his head back in bliss, Rick was on his neck. "See? Now you're not gonna have to explain any hickey you get. ha ha ha." He didn't give steve a hickey that night, although he gave him a few over those three months.
After he had shot his load in steve, Rick moved to the side. He began to tease steve's cock. "I had a bottom once, rich the bitch. I used to edge him for at least three hours, sometimes as many as six. That is, AFTER I took his cock cage off. Think you can make three hours?" steve clenched his teeth. "No Sir. I don't. Please. Can I get release tonight?" "ha ha. Release. You're gonna have to repay me at another point in time." "When I come back from Florida Sir?" Rick thought about things a minute. "Tell you what? I'm gonna let you go to Florida. But I'm coming with you." "Uh, Sir... OWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" Rick had steve's cock in his hand. "This wasn't a question. It was a statement. You'll stay here tonight, we'll head to your place after I pack a few things, and then... " He smiled. "Look at that. Now your cruising schedule has freed up. You're gonna have one man to take care of. Key West?" "Yes sir." Rick smiled. "I like Key West. Got friends there, know some good clubs. We're gonna have a fine time..." He began stroking steve's cock. "So, whaddya say? Shall we agree? You shoot, and we head to Key West tomorrow?" He wasn't thinking , but steve said "yes sir." steve had been edged before. Never quite like Rick did it. That beard... the hairs brushed against his cock head, and drove him so close to the edge, he couldn't believe it. And Rick's fingers. Rough, but practiced. steve felt like he were being taken apart like an orange. "SIR. I CAN'T. I CAN'T... I CAN'T... AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" steve's jizz spilled all over him. "THERE you go. " Rick got up. "I'll be back in a bit. Got to go and watch some movies or something. Get some stuff together. I promised you long and slow and I still got to get to that." steve chafed at the ropes. They were tight. The room was dark and, after Rick put blindfolds on him, he was deprived of any sight. What was he getting into? He wondered that more, when he heard Rick come back into the room. "Nothing quite catches the eye like a smooth, hot muscled daddy. " steve felt, but couldn't see, the clipper moving back and forth on his chest. Rick was thorough. He slide the clipper in long, slow, practiced strokes, pinching steve's nipples as he went along, licking steve's newly shorn body, cupping his balls, and then moving onto steve's pits. "A bitch should be smooth EVERYWHERE." steve gulped. "yes sir." He began thinking: did that mean? It did. He felt his cock in Rick's hand and then he stayed as still as he could as his pube hair went, too. "We'll be visiting clubs where clothing isn't allowed. Got to look like what you are." "yes sir." steve had always wanted to go to a "clothes not allowed club," but feared for his job if he got caught. Now he wasn't gonna have any choice. Soon, he heard the whine of the clippers stop, and he felt a warm rag getting rid of the hair. "Gonna have us a FINE time steve-o. But for now... that long and slow..." steve's legs went up in the air. He learned that for Rick, long and slow was the same as fast and rough. Maybe moreso. As he slept that night, his wrists tied together, his ankles bound with a rope that let him walk to the bathroom if he needed to, his ass ached, but steve was smiling. "GOD, I'm glad I walked into the bar." Next morning, they headed to Florida. It won't surprise that Rick was driving. steve couldn't. His wrists were chained to his ankles and they almost couldn't move. "Two weeks of fucking you stud. Not gonna be enough. " It wasn't.