Kip sat at the hotel bar, nursing his scotch on the rocks. It wasn't his usual drink, but he needed something a little stronger for tonight. He needed to try to steady his nerves - that was evident from the way his hand shook when he picked up the glass to take a sip. His job required him to visit a satellite office of his company about once every month. That satellite office was 500 miles away from home. "I'm a traveling man," he would joke to his and his wife's social circle.
He was also on the down low. A week 500 miles from home gave him the opportunity to indulge his other side. If he were away for 7 days, and if business meetings didn't interfere, he was at the clubs - the ones with back rooms , 5 or 6 nights of that period, taking on any cock that needed sucking. Kip LOVED the taste of cock. He loved being ordered around. One of his favorite scenes took place on a trip, where the Top man put a dog collar on him, pulled him to a side of the back room, and fucked his face. Then, he brought over three of his friends and, one by one, they shoved their cocks in his mouth. Not one after each other, but all at once. Kip was in his glory. His clothes, a mess after that affair, got trashed. He told his wife that he had been hit by splash from a puddle as a truck went by, and he simply didn't want to try to bring them home - he told her it was late in the trip.
Kip stood about 5'8" and he was 39 years old. His name suited him, because while Kip didn't try to look like a twink or anything like that, he had an almost impish quality about him. He was always well turned out: the suit, the tie, the dress shirt, the shined shoes. If you didn't know about his down low proclivities, you would be confused: he's cute enough to be a standard bottom, but he gives off "top man vibes."
It was a good disguise for business: Kip was an EXCELLENT businessman, always well prepared, and very good at analyzing alternative solutions for problems.
He couldn't figure out a solution for his current "problem." After his last trip, the one where he took the three cocks in his mouth at the same time, he received a message on his cell phone one day. It wasn't a close up, but it was close enough: you could see Kip's face, and you could see the cocks in his mouth. The photo included a brief message. "I have more." SHIT. How the....????? The photo didn't threaten, didn't blackmail, there was nothing. It was just a photo. It unnerved Kip mightily. He tried to call the number back. Burner phone. He suspected as much.
A week later, he got another message. Same photo. This time it had a message. "Call me. I'm waiting. No later than 9 tonight. Or... someone you know will get the photo." Scared, kip called the number. He heard a deep voice at the end of the other line. "Hello Kip. It's good you called." "You didn't give me much choice! Who are you?" Kip was struggling to keep his emotions under control. He wanted to scream at this guy and knew, it was the wrong move. "I couldn't stick around long enough to get mine taken care of, but that's gonna change." "I don't understand. What do you mean?" The voice laughed. "I think you understand real good, but I'll explain. You'll be coming back to our fair city soon." "Maybe." The voice laughed. "Don't try to bullshit me kip. I've seen you at the clubs every month for the last year. You're coming back, aren't you?" There was a pause before Kip answered "Yes." "You'll call this number three days before you leave to visit us. I'll give you instructions. You're gonna get lots of cock when you're here, but a change. No variety. Just one. Mine." "Uh...." Kip began to speak. "Your wife? Your boss? Your secretary? Your best friend? Someone else? Who gets the photo of you sucking cock?" "You win! You win! I'll call you. I promise. I promise." "I know you would. Looking forward to it, handsome." Then the phone went dead. Kip thought about it. He couldn't remember anyone with a phone in that back room that night. They were supposed to be forbidden. And people were naked. EVERYONE. Where would you hide a phone? He didn't want to think about that. The club was very clear about using closed circuit cameras... was it someone who worked there? He knew that the clubs had high turnover, so it could have been someone who wasn't working there anymore (in fact, it was the camera service man, but Kip didn't think it out that far). Kip didn't know if he wanted to push it: the clubs were fun, and he got plenty of what he wanted, but the thought of ... well, having someone to use him constantly for a week, was somewhat appealing. IF the guy were hot. That he didn't know. And he didn't have any choice.
Three days before his trip, Kip followed orders and called. He heard the deep calming voice on the other end. "Good afternoon Kip. Have you got something to tell me?" "Uh, yeah. I do. I leave on a trip in three days. I'll leave on Friday afternoon." "Good boy! I knew about the trip, and you're staying at......" the voice repeated Kip's hotel reservation. Kip's mouth dropped HOW THE HELL DID HE..." There was a laugh on the other end of the phone. "You're a creature of habit Kip. Same hotel, same room, every time. Probably wearing the same blue suit, rep tie, and white shirt to travel in." "HOW THE HELL? WAS THIS GUY STALKING HIM?" "This is what's gonna happen Kip. After you get to town and get checked in, you get to the bar. And wait for me. You'll know who I am. My name's Ted. For the week though, you'll call me Sir. I'll make it VERY clear who I am. "Yes sir. I understand." "By the way, you'll keep the room but you won't be staying there. I booked a room myself. Unless you're going for a change of clothes or something like that, you'll be staying with me." "Yes sir. I understand." "Now, you're gonna do something for me as an act of good faith." "Ok sir. What is that?" "Tonight, you're gonna put on a pair of white pants, set up your camera to take a selfie, and then sit down, shirtless, your hands behind your back. Gag yourself too. Send me the picture. And imagine how you feel because.... ha ha. I got more in mind than cock sucking. And if I like what I see, you'll do something else." "Yes sir." Kip didn't own a pair of white pants, so he went out the next day and got white jeans. He figured tight rather than loose would be better. As he put on the gag, his cock stiffened completely. He wished that he could play with his nipples for the shot, but Ted hadn't said that. He took the selfie, and sent it off to Ted. The next day he got another message. "Nice. Today you take a movie. Jerk yourself with one hand, squeeze your nip with the other "Kips nip ha ha ha." Kip locked himself in the bathroom to make the short movie. It was nothing he hadn't done before, except now... it was recorded. THAT thought was getting him excited too, and he shot, big. The morning he left for the trip he got a message from Ted. "This is gonna be good." As departure time got closer, kip got more and more nervous. What was he getting himself into? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Told you I'd be here." Kip felt a hand on his right shoulder. It startled him and he nearly knocked over his drink. "Relax. The only time I'll bite is if you want me to. Well, that's not exactly true." A fit, black haired man with dark eyes and a moustache came around and sat next to him. "I guess you figured out I'm Ted." He offered his hand. Kip, normally composed, was blushing. "Yeah, I thought so, ha ha. " He smiled. "You recognized me even with my clothes on?" "SURE. You look just like your photo in the corporate directory." Kip looked at him closely. The corporate directory? That was an internal document. Of course, like all documents, it couldn't be kept confidential but he thought..." Ted laughed again. "There are no secrets in the world kipster. It's just knowing the right people." Kipster? Ok, now this was getting weird. "Kipster" was his nickname in high school, and then college, but no one had used it since he graduated. NO ONE. "How did you know that nickname?" Ted laughed. "I just made it up. Kinda trips off the tongue: kipster." Could have been, kip thought, but ... he wasn't sure. There was something here he wasn't getting. "So, uh... I have to admit I didn't see you that night at the club, Ted... I mean SIr." Ted smiled. "I wasn't there that night. I was there other nights, so you going to work. You're a voracious little beast." Kip blushed. "Yeah, taking three at the same time was kinda... my mouth was sore for a week." ("Why did I tell him that?" Kip thought, "And why is my cock getting harder and harder?). Ted was drinking a martini. "Why don't we finish up? Alcohol's expensive here. Not a good thing to waste it. It's not too late either, so we've got time to." Ted looked around the nearly deserted bar, and then ran his hand along kip's thigh. "get acquainted." Kip gulped. The touch felt good, and his cock was jumping. They finished their drinks. Ted smiled "So, my room is 828. You should keep that in mind because you'll be spending a lot of time there. Let's go. "Yes sir." As they walked out of the bar, Ted stopped. "When you walk with me, put your hands behind your back. It'll remind you of your position with me." Kip was a bit reluctant to do it, but he sighed. "Ok Sir. You're in charge." When they got to room 828, and Ted opened the door, he saw that Ted had "accessorized" the room. "Old silk neckties make some of the best bondage toys around, kip. They stretch, they don't leave marks and... " he dropped his mouth to kip's ear. "They are pretty much inescapable. As you'll find out." Ted's tongue just brushed kip's ear. Instinctively, kip leaned back for more, but didn't get it. "Let me take off your coat. And your tie. Let's hang them so they don't get damaged." "Yes sir." After he took them, Ted smiled. "Now open a second button, then sit in that chair, hands behind your back just like that hot picture you sent me." "You liked it Sir?" "I jerked off to it for three days. But now I've got the real thing." He moved behind kip, and kip felt a necktie being wrapped around his wrists and tied tight. "Not gonna gag you tonight, kip, but we may try that. Tonight.... he slid his hand inside kip's shirt, and found a nipple. "I got other plans. " The only person kip had to play with his tits was himself, and he moaned. "OH GOD YES SIR. MMMMM" Ted's touch was expert: kip felt the measure of pleasure, and pain he always wanted and which he rarely could give himself. While Ted was working on kip's nipples, he had moved his mouth to kip's ear - the one he had brushed earlier, and began going to town on it. "FUCK. That feels so good Sir." "There's a lot more to things than sucking cock, studman. But you'll be doing that too. Tonight though.. I have something else in mind.' "Are you gonna fuck me Sir?" "Damn right I am." "FUCK NO. MMMMMPH" "I got another necktie for your mouth handsome. I'll use it. " Ted's hand was big and strong. kip tried to twist out of the handgag but he made no progress. "You gonna calm down?" Ted's second hand went to kip's crotch. "Or do I have to CALM you down?" The hand on kip's crotch actually felt really good, but he shook his head yes. Ted pulled away the hand gag. "You mean to tell me that for all your slutting, you've never..." "I tried once Sir. I couldn't finish. " Ted laughed. "You tried to fuck yourself with a dildo?" Ted blushed. "Yes sir. OH GOD . Your fingers are making me so hot." Ted had gone back to kips nipples. The squirming kip was doing was to try to get more, but Ted seemed to have a plan. He wanted kip to smolder, rather than flame up. "Well, there's a first time for everything kipster, and tonight... is gonna be your first time taking it up the ass. " Kip felt the restraint being loosened. "Let's get you to the bed. Hmmm. Sit on the edge first. Let me have your special. "Yes sir." Ted dropped his pants and his cock - bigger than some kip had sucked, smaller than others - was in front of his mouth. Kip got to work. "MMMM. The movie doesn't do you justice kipster. You are GOOD...." Ted tossed his head back. DAMN this was so good that he could, easily, forget what he wanted to do, and shoot into kip's mouth. He had to stop it, but... he was enjoying it so much. He saw kip's eyes big, and his enthusiasm for the cock. Ted pushed his knee into kip's crotch, and felt how hard he was. Go forward or... He pulled out. "Lay on the bed. Face up. Reach over and tie one of your wrists down yourself." "yes sir." kip was getting nervous . Yes, the cock was right in the middle of those he had sucked, but he had never had one in him. "Not a bad job kipster," Ted checked the restraint. He held down kip's other wrist, and bound it. "Will you be gentle Sir?" "Not a chance" Ted grinned. "You know, one time, one of my bottoms got out of a restraint and tried to fight me with one hand." He licked his lips. "His nipples weren't even as sensitive as yours. A little tit play, and he was tied tighter than he wanted to be. And he got fucked harder than I've ever fucked a man. " "Please Sir. It's my first." "It ain't mine, kipster. " He took off kip's loafers, then his black sheer socks. "NICE FEET. Might need a tickle session this week." "NO SIR. PLEASE. I'M HORRIBLY TICKLISH." Ted looked at him. "You're probably gonna wish you hadn't told me that . Now.... " He opened kip's shirt before he undid his belt, and pulled down his pants. "DAMN that is one fine cock you got stud! Too bad you decided to give up your ass than try to take another one. Although I wonder... HMMM. Put you in the middle. Me on top, you in the middle, some blond boy under you...." He paused. "Or maybe bring one of your regulars by. You can suck him while I take your ass.. which is what I'm gonna do now..." kip closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth. He thought it was gonna be horrible. It wasn't. He felt a bit of a shock when Ted's cockhead hit his ass, but he slid in very, very easily. "Man, you were BORN for being fucked kip. GOD. It's like .. fuck, it's like nothing else.." He slid in further. Kip moved from anticipation to enjoyment. "That feels so good Sir. " Ted grinned. "How about this?" He tightened his glutes and rammed in "OH DAMN. OH YES. OH YES. MORE. MORE... PLEASE SIR. MORE..." Ted was happy to oblige. He pushed in and fucked kip for a good fifteen minutes before he paused. "I wanna see you cum kipster. So. I'm holding off until..." He began sliding his hand back and forth over kip's dick. Kip stopped talking and he moaned . He was blissed out, there was no question about it. His eyes were closed so he didn't see the look pass over Ted's face: the look that said "this one is gonna be easy. And fun..." "SIR. IT'S NOW. I CAN'T HOLD IT. I CAN'T HOLD IT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" As kip began to shoot, Ted pushed once and shot his load into kip. He pulled out at the last minute, so that his jizz joined with kip's . "OH FUCK SIR. OH FUCK..." kip was still tied down, his shirt opened, his pants down and covered with semen. Out came Ted's phone and more pictures. "I'm gonna untie you kip. You're gonna go to your room, you're gonna get the clothes you need for tomorrow, and then you're coming back here. I'll have the bed made up. You're sleeping in this bed tonight and you never know: I may need a midnight blowjob. " "yes sir." Kip pulled his clothes together and went off to get some things. He was totally confused over what had happened, and his ass was beginning to feel sore. He gave a passing thought to not coming back, but then he realized: the photos. And the chance to get this every night. He was back in 15 minutes