Trade

Trade 13 by Mark James

I had a noon meeting and an address. It was the top floor of an enormously tall headquarters building of a major corporation. I had a VIP badge which sort of destroyed my anonymity, but I wasn't the one who was trying to be anonymous. I took an elevator which only went to the top floor.

When I got there I found that the whole floor was one office. It was not just an office, but had all of the elements of a penthouse apartment. Everything reeked of money, lots of it. If somebody was trying to intimidate me they were doing a good job.

There was nobody to meet me, but I knew that somebody knew I was there. I walked over to the window and looked out. I was a long way to the ground and the whole city was visible.

"Nice view isn't it? Sorry I wasn't here to meet you but I was in a meeting. I am always in one kind of meeting or another."

I turned around to face the guy speaking, he was probably 60 years old, corpulent, male pattern baldness in a very expensive suit, but he radiated power and authority and obviously money which tended to make one want to bow and say "Yes my Lord."

"Yes, sir it is a beautiful view."

The "sir" just sort of came out without thought.

"Let's dispense with the sirs, if you don't mind. I saw you at the Shirley's art show months ago having sex with that guy in the midst of all of those people and haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

I really didn't know what was wanted from me. I was just paid $20,000 in advance and was given the time and address. He wasn't my normal type of client, he was much too old and fat, but for that kind of money he could get almost anything he wanted from me.

"You are gay and I know I don't fit your normal client profile. Yes, I had you checked out. You don't get where I am without being careful. Being gay, you know about fixations on particular men or body types. For what I am paying you I could hire 20 pretty boys to do whatever I wanted, but I want you and the cost is totally unimportant. I'm not trying to belittle you by the way. You come very highly recommended and many of your clients think you walk on water. I hope the medical exam I required didn't upset you but I can't be too careful."

He walked over to a couch sat down and gestured at an adjoining chair. I took a seat.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Water, if you have it?"

He smiled, which changed his whole demeanor into that of a benevolent grandfather.

"I'll get it. There is nobody else on this floor and the whole place was just swept for electronic visual and audio bugs."

He walked over to a concealed bar and brought me back a glass of ice water.

"Now as to what I want from you. In my normal life I am always being dominant, so in my sex life at times I like to be a closeted submissive. I understand you are very good at sexual role playing and understand the fine line between S & M role playing and actual S & M."

"I like to be face fucked by a particular type of dominant young male, with all of the attendant verbal abuse but no actual physical abuse. Is that within your repertoire, do you think?"

"Yes, I've done similar things before."

"Good I knew you had. This is not the setting for such activity, but there is a special room down the hall which is. The computer in there has a variety of gay videos if you need them to get erect after you have taken off your clothes. I will come in later, nude, kneel on the floor and watch you jacking your cock. With the understanding that I like to be rough face fucked and have you come in my mouth, the rest of the role playing is up to you, alright?"

"Yes."

"Ok, let me show you the way."

As I followed him down the hall I wondered if I really would be able to perform. The juxtaposition between the powers he exuded, the submissive position he was going to assume and my relative insignificance might make me impotent. But I knew if I thought about that I would be defeated before I started so I shifted my thought patterns into a dominant stud mode. I had done the same thing for others worth billions of dollars, even though they didn't exude the type of power this guy did. Time would tell.

I took my clothes off, sat down at the computer and called up an S & M video. It didn't take me long to get hard and I sat there stroking my cock.

"Can I suck on that?"

I hadn't even heard him come in but there he was kneeling on the floor, jacking his cock with his eyes riveted on my cock.

"Please"

I got up, walked over in front of him and slapped him back and forth across his cheeks with my cock.

"Is this what you want, cocksucker?"

"Yes sir."

I stepped back and pointed my cock at his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and I stepped forward and slid it in his mouth until his hose hit my stomach.

I worked my cock in and out of his mouth. He wanted to resist. I didn't let him. I grabbed his head and roughly mouth fucked him, back and forth, in and out. He gagged and I just pulled back far enough for him to recover and rammed it down his throat again. He loved it. I knew because he jacked his own cock even faster.

Then I pulled on his head, pushed with my hips and buried my cock down his throat and didn't let him withdraw.

When he started gagging I let him withdraw.

He pulled off my cock, took it in his hand and slowly stroked me.

"Oh, thank you sir, I liked that, please do it again."

"Do it yourself, cocksucker."

"Yes sir."

He licked and sucked on the head of my cock and then sucked back and forth on the top quarter for a few minutes.

"What's the matter? Is my dick too big for the cocksucker?"

He shook his head as his lips slid down my shaft toward my pubis.

He deep throated me and then started sucking me up and down the length of my shaft with a mind blowing deep throating motion.

God he was good. I wished he would stick his finger up my ass, but I guess he wasn't into that action. It was just as well, otherwise I would already have shot my load.

I grabbed his head and pulled his head toward me, burying my cock in his throat again.

"Eat me man, show me how much you love my cock. Swallow my cock man."

This time I made him keep it down his throat a whole lot longer before I let him come up for air.

"Thank you sir, do it again please."

I forced my cock down his throat again, released it and did it again, and again and again.

"Thank you, thank you. I love your big, hot, masculine cock down my throat."

He slid his mouth off of my cock and slow stroked it again.

"Agh, you keep doing that cocksucker I'm gonna shoot my load. Eat me, man. Suck me off. Take my cum down your throat.

He immediately deep throated me again and continued to do so.

I could feel the cum rising. I squeezed his shoulders as my muscles tensed.

One more time I trapped my cock down his throat.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah man that's so good, eat me , eat me."

"I'm cumming man, awgggggggg, as I blew a load in his throat.

I let him go as I blew a couple of more loads in his mouth as he withdrew him lips from around it.

He aimed my cock at his mouth and watched the next two loads spurt into his mouth.

Then he closed his lips around the head of my cock as he sucked out the last bit of my load, deep throated my softening cock one last time as he shot his own load.

He said, "There is a shower through that door. I will meet you where you came in when you are ready," and he got up and left the room.

When I met up with him, we were both dressed to the nines and you would never have known that what had just transpired, had happened.

"Are you ready for lunch?"

"I, ah, uh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I was invited to lunch."

"We couldn't have a lunch meeting without lunch, now could we? Come on."

And he led the way to the dining room.

Servants appeared from nowhere and we ate, admired the view and discussed sports. It was surreal.

I guess I passed muster because that wasn't our last meeting.

It was about this time that I got some bad news.

I had not given my friend Gene much thought in the past few months. The last time I got an e-mail from him he practically begged me to let him come to Houston to be with me. I essentially brushed him off and had not heard from him since.

Then I got an e-mail from his father. Gene was dead, shot by a jealous lover that had been stalking him.

I knew if I had invited him to Houston he would still be alive. I had known he was desperate about something and I had ignored him-my best friend who would have done anything for me. I had killed him as surely as if I had pulled the trigger myself.

I cried for two days, But Gene would have been the first one to tell me that life has to go on. So I did, but I sort of got off the track.

Although I had had the occasional BDSM client I steered clear of the torture scene. But at this low point in my life I got a very lucrative BDSM request involving flogging and electric shock. I should have rejected it out of hand but I didn't, I took it. Looking back I can only surmise that I felt I had something to atone for in regard to Gene's death and needed punishing. The gig wasn't really dangerous I thought, but I did give up control of what happened to me and it did involve some serious humiliation, degradation and pain.

I was taken to a dungeon in the basement of the mansion, stripped of my clothes and made to don a leather g-string. The client was dressed in minimal leather gear also. My arms were spread and tied above my head on either side.

The client grabbed my jaw in his gloved fist and said, "You're mine cock sucker and I'm going to do whatever I want to you."

He picked up a whip, pushed it between my teeth and said, "Hold on to this while I check out what I've got here."

He stroked my arms and torso with his gloved hands while I stood there holding the whip handle in my teeth.

"Oh yeah, you are a fine looking stud, I'm gonna have fun with you."

He knelt down and removed the g-string around my crotch. My extremely hard cock sprang out. He stroked it

"You're ready for action aren't you. "Nice looking cock," he said as he closed his lips around the head and sucked on it for a while.

"You really get turned on by this don't you?

I shook my head in assent although the question was really rhetorical. My erect cock had already told him all he needed to know.

He took the whip from my teeth and whipped my torso, arms and legs with it, easy at first and then harder. Even though this was role playing and the whip was not designed to do real damage, continuous use on any part of the body caused pain even if the skin wasn't broken.

I yelled and shouted. The pain was real. I twisted to try to avoid the whip and my face twisted as it reflected the pain being inflicted.

"Do you like that boy" Do you like being helpless? Do you want some more?

"No sir, please stop sir."

"Wrong answer", he said as he proceeded to attack me with the whip again.

I knew I wasn't physically damaged, very much, sort of like a case of bad sunburn, but it stung like hell every time he whipped at me. I really couldn't do anything about it. This time the restraints were real not breakaway like the ones I usually insisted on. My cock betrayed my interest as usual. It was still as hard as a rock.

I wondered why I was doing this and I thought of Gene and I remembered.

"Hit me again sir."

"Again."

"Harder, more please sir."

I was in horrible pain, but I figured it was just what I deserved; Gene had died because I was a callous son-of-a-bitch.

Fortunately the client recognized that I was taking things a little too far.

He said, "You like this too much."

He stopped whipping me, lay me on a bed, sucked my dick, licked my balls and rimmed me. Lying on my back on the bed was painful as was anytime he touched my body where I had been whipped.Then suddenly that pain receded as I felt a worse pain in my ass. He was forcing a large butt plug in my asshole. He wasn't being gentle about it either.

"You like pain, I'll give you pain."

I bit my lip and screamed as he forced the widest part of the butt plug through my anal orifice. Then it was fully seated in my asshole and my sphincter muscle closed around it.

He strung me up by my hands again and whipped me some more.

I obviously enjoyed it too much because he loosed the ropes on my arms, forced me to my knees and said, "Suck my cock, boy."

He wasn't gentle about that either. He immediately started roughly face fucking me, making me deep throat his cock and to gag on it repeatedly. He used his foot to repeatedly push on the butt plug that was up my ass. I had gotten used to it by then and every time he pushed on it, it sent erotic sensations through my groin. My cock was still erect and leaking pre-cum. I felt like my body was betraying me. I was supposed to be being punished for what I did to Gene, but no matter how brutally I was treated I apparently enjoyed it immensely.

He pulled me to my feet, tightened the ropes on my wrists and stood me straight up. He fastened tit clamps on my ties with a chain between them on which was 3 heavy balls that caused a lot of pain just supporting them.

He pushed my head down to his crotch and said, "Suck my cock." And he stroked my cock while I sucked his cock.

He let me suck his cock for a while and said, "Damn you are a great cocksucker, it's too bad you like it so much."

He made me stand up and then reached up and pulled the tit clamps off of me.

He didn't release them, he just pulled on them and I screamed.

"Don't try to kid me kid. You love the pain. Look at your cock it's as hard as a rock."

He reached down and slapped my cock a few times. He grabbed my balls and squeezed. I screamed again.

"See you love the pain. I don't think your cock could get any harder.

He put his fingers on my tits and rubbed them hard. Oh Jesus, that hurt.

I yelled and felt tears running down my face. He twisted my tits between his thumbs and index fingers.

I screamed and twisted trying to get away. He just kept on twisting until I couldn't yell any more.

"Do you want some more?"

I had learned from the last time he asked that.

I said, "Yes sir, twist them some more please sir."

He did and I stifled my screams and just endured the pain.

"Look at your cock boy. You are a pain freak, you love it."

He was right. I didn't remember a time in my life when I had maintained such an erection for so long under such trying circumstances.

He pushed his cock at my mouth and said, "Eat me."

This time he just stood there and let me suck and deep throat him for about 5 minutes.

Then he picked up and electric prod and touched my stomach with it.God that hurt. I screamed.

He moved around my torso touching me here and there and each time I screamed.

"Look at your cock. You love the pain don't you? Where next stud? The tip of your cock? Your balls?"

I found myself saying, "Yes sir, my balls sir."

He touched my balls and I thought I was going to die.

"You want more?"

"Yes sir, touch my cock sir, please."

He did and I screamed. It was not as bad as on my balls but bad enough.

He fondled my balls, stroked my cock and then he went down on me and sucked on my cock while he pulled the butt plug out of my ass. The pain in my ass was not near as bad as the electric shock to my balls. He was a great cock sucker and the pleasure of his mouth ameliorated the pain in my ass somewhat. My cock was still as hard as a rock when he stopped sucking me.

He released me, took me over to the bed, and tied my legs to my arms and my arms to the ceiling exposing my asshole.

He then took a large stainless steel ball on the end of a hook and worked it into my asshole. It hurt, but I had had the large butt plug in my ass before so this by comparison was not as bad.

He got on his knees behind my butt and went down on me. He sucked me, deep throated me, sucked on my balls and licked my ass around the steel hook going into my asshole.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He edged me again and again, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again but never letting me come. I twisted, moaned and groaned and actually thoroughly enjoyed it, until he withdrew and left me begging him to let me come.

What he did was to continue to torture me by lighting a candle and let hot wax drip all over my torso, legs, butt and balls.

I yelled until I was yelled on and lost my voice for all practical purposes.

He then worked the stainless ball out of my asshole. It didn't hurt as much coming out as going in, but I knew he was only making room for something else to be inserted up my ass.

Now he was going to fuck my ass. I was going to enjoy this. I have been fucked by experts and I knew how big his cock was. How bad could it be.

He put on a condom, knelt between my legs and pushed his cock up my ass, while he jacked my cock which had almost lost its erection. Obviously pain was an aphrodisiac for me.

He looked down at me and said, "Tell me what you want boy."

"Fuck me sir, please fuck my ass."

"Hard and rough sir. Make me know I'm just a cum dump for a real man sir."

So he fucked me hard and rough.

"Oh God, yes that's just perfect sir.

Then he flipped me over and fucked me from behind.

He loomed over me and said, "Do you like my cock fucking your ass, cocksucker?"

"I looked fearfully back over my shoulder and muttered, "Yes sir, I love you fucking my ass sir."

"Well when I'm ready to come, you are going to swallow my cum and clean up my cock for me, you understand."

"Yes, sir, You are gonna cum in my mouth and I am to swallow your cum and lick your cock clean."

He continued to ram into my ass from the rear for a while and then he flipped me over on my back again and continued plowing me for 10 more minutes. My cock had gotten fully erect again. He released the ropes holding me and I stroked my cock as he fucked me.

Suddenly he pulled out, drew off the condom and jacked his cock.

I came and shot all over my stomach. He crawled over my leg, placed the head of his cock on my lips, watched his cock shoot his load into my mouth and me swallow it down. Then I swallowed his cock and licked it clean as my lips came back up his shaft.

Then he leaned over my stomach, licked up my cum and then brought his face up to mine and we French kissed and shared our cum with each other.