The Man in Charge

Published on May 3, 2011

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The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained here do not read any further.

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A LESSON FROM THE MAN IN CHARGE

by TY SHANNON

I sat at the bar and looked up at the naked young man dancing

in front of my face. He couldn't have been more than twenty or so,

and while his body was not really well-developed, his muscles were

tight and sinewy. There was a light film of sweat covering his

flesh from his exertions, and his 8-inch prick glistened from the

coating of lubrication he had applied.

He smiled as he looked down at me, and stroked his meat slowly,

pointing it right towards my face. Walt was sitting next to me, and

leaned over and spoke, "He's kinda cute, isn't he?"

"Yes, sir."

This was all new to me -- I had never seen a male strip show

like this before. Walt and I had come down to Washington for the

weekend. We had done some typical sight-seeing this afternoon, and

then tonight he brought me to this gay bar. And since he was in

charge, here I was. And there were four naked young men dancing on

top of the bar in front of us.

Walt slipped a bill into the dancer's sock, so he blew us a kiss

and danced off to entertain someone else.

Walt's hand rested on my thigh. Since I was wearing cut-off

jeans his hand burned into my flesh. Seeing the naked bodies was

turning me on and he knew it. His fingers slid up under my shorts

and he asked, "What do you think, boy?"

I leaned over and kissed him briefly. "It's slightly amazing,

sir. Up home they would never allow a show like this."

He chuckled quietly, "I know. I like to check this place out

whenever I get down here." He glanced over at the other three

dancers and went on, "Sometimes they have a really gorgeous guy

dancing, but tonight it's just average."

I watched another dancer near us. The customer ran his hand up

the dancer's leg and played with his balls some, and then began

stroking his rigid shaft, and he didn't seem to mind at all.

Walt stood up and said, "I'll be right back." I ordered

another drink and watched the action. The dancer turned around

and writhed to the throbbing music, and his tight buns squirmed

and twisted in front of the customer's face.

Shortly Walt was back. He put his arm across my shoulder and

whispered in my ear, "Boy, how about if you get up there and dance

the next set? I spoke to the manager and he said it would be okay."

I looked at him. "Me? Up there? You're nuts! I couldn't do

that -- Sir."

He smiled. "Sure you can. You just take your clothes off and

move around to the music."

I was stunned. "Not in front of all these people." There were

probably over a hundred customers here, all men.

He glared at me. "Boy, I want to see you dance up there."

I swallowed and thought a minute, but finally replied, "I'm

sorry, sir, but I just can't do that." I knew he meant that as an

order, and the main thrust of this submission game I played with him

was that when we were together, my body belonged to him and I did

what he told me. But this was too much! He didn't say anything

more; he just sat down and ordered another drink.

We stayed a while longer and watched another set of dancers;

but finally we left and headed back to our motel. He was very quiet

so I knew he was unhappy about my refusal.

We got back to our room and, without any prompting from him, I

removed my clothes and piled them neatly on a chair. One of his

groundrules was that whenever we were alone, I was to be naked in

front of him. And I had gotten so I really enjoyed his eyes

feasting on my eager flesh.

He grasped my shoulders and moved me over in front of the large

mirror on the wall, and spoke roughly, "Assume the position, boy."

"Yes, sir." I knew what he wanted, so I raised my hands behind

my head and spread my legs. Then I tightened the muscles in my

arms and legs and stomach, the way he liked. My body was completely

available to him for whatever he wanted to do with it.

He moved up behind me and put his arms around me, and we both

watched in the mirror as his hands began to play over my flesh. One

hand moved down to my crotch, and his fingers slid through the crisp

hair and down to caress my exposed balls. The other one stroked

easily down one armpit and then began to play with my nipple. My

cock started to lengthen in response.

But then he said, "You really fucked up tonight, boy."

I looked at his eyes in the mirror, "Yes, sir, I know. But I

just couldn't do it, sir."

"I'm in charge, boy. Is that right?"

"Yes, sir." I didn't know what else to say. But he continued

playing with me, and my dick was now standing up hot and hard -- and

I could feel the bulge in his jeans as he pushed tightly against my

naked ass. Eventually I went on, "I guess I don't understand, sir.

I didn't think you'd really want me to be naked in front of that

room full of men."

He smiled, "That's wrong, boy. If I didn't want you up there,

I would never have suggested it. Besides, if you were up there you

would have been the best looking man dancing, and every guy in the bar

would be lusting after your body. But they couldn't have you, because

you're with me -- and that would be a real head trip for me."

I just looked at him -- I hadn't thought about it that way. So

I finally just said, "I didn't realize that, sir." I looked at my

image in the mirror -- I'm about 5' 10", and I work out regularly to

keep my body nice and tight, because I like the way it feels -- and

the way it looks. When I make an effort to tighten up like this,

the crisp definition shows in my arms and chest, and the washboard

stands out on my abdomen.

Walt stroked my eight-inch man-meat for several minutes, but

then he turned away. He went over to the double bed and stacked the

pillows in the center, and then said, "Over here, boy."

I dropped my arms and walked over to him. "Lay down on the

bed," he directed, "On your stomach." I didn't know what he

had in mind, but I crawled onto the bed and positioned my crotch on

top of the pillows and lay down. I could tell the pillows pushed my

ass well up into the air. "Spread those arms and legs, boy." I

obeyed.

He reached under my torso and grasped my hard tool, and pulled

it downwards so it wasn't hidden beneath my body. "That's good,

boy. I want that beautiful ass up where I can get at it." My ass

cheeks are almost hairless, and he had told me before how he liked

the tightness and my bubble butt.

I heard him moving around and removing his clothes; but then he

was at one of my hands and tying a necktie around the wrist. He

pulled it down and tied it to the bedframe. And then he did the

same with the other wrist, so my arms were spread wide and firmly

fastened, and I couldn't move.

I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was naked, too,

with his huge prick waving in front of him. I asked, "Why are

you doing this, sir?"

"Don't ask questions, boy. Your body belongs to me and I'll do

what I want. You fucked up tonight and I have to teach you a

lesson." His hand caressed my ass cheeks, squeezing and tugging,

and then he said, "Spread those legs farther, boy. I want you wide

open." I tried, and sensed the muscles tightening in my thighs.

I felt him put something on the bed between my outstretched

feet, and then he climbed onto the bed. He got up on his knees and

straddled my torso, but he was facing my ass, since his feet were

snugged under my armpits. His weight on my back pushed me down into

the bed, but the pillows kept my ass high in the air.

His hands began working my ass flesh -- gently, at first,

stroking and caressing, back and forth. Then down my thighs and

back to my crotch, and playing with my balls. "Hmmmm. That feels

good, sir," I said. He didn't reply, but his fingers started

working harder -- squeezing and tugging, and gripping the twin

globes and twisting them and spreading them apart, so my asshole was

completely exposed.

As he worked on my flesh he spoke, "You have to remember, boy,

that I'm in charge. When I tell you to do something, you do it.

That's the way it has to be."

"Yes, sir. I know."

"But tonight you really fucked up and you've gotta pay." Then,

suddenly -- "SMACK!" His hand slapped my left ass cheek, hard. I

grunted and my hips pushed down into the pillows. "SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" In quick succession, all on my left

cheek.

I couldn't help myself, "SIR -- why .."

"QUIET, BOY!!" Then, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" On

the right cheek. Then more, alternating left and then right.

"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"

I moaned in my throat and struggled against my bonds, and my

ass squirmed on top of the pillows. It hurt, but not too bad. But

it was humiliating! I hadn't been spanked like this since I was

about 12 or 13.

After several minutes he paused, but my ass continued to writhe

from the burning sensations. He quickly greased up my asshole, and

then I felt a dildo slide into me. I moaned a little and wriggled

to adjust to it. He turned the vibrator on and I felt the low

buzzing deep in my guts.

He began spanking me again, but the blows were lighter --

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" But it went on and on -- "Slap! Slap! Slap!

Slap!" -- first one cheek and then the other. And then I could feel

my ass flesh heating up, and the heat seemed to flow right down to

my cock -- which was hard as a rock! Amazing! I could feel the

dildo probing my insides as I writhed against the sensations. And

the spanking went on and on for several minutes, stinging and hot. I

groaned and could feel tears trickling down my face.

Suddenly he stopped, but my ass kept squirming to the intense

sensations. I was breathing heavily, wondering if he was through.

I waited and waited -- then suddenly, "SMACK!! SMACK!!" Really

hard, on each cheek. And being so sore, it really stung!

"Who's in charge, boy?"

"You are, sir."

Again -- "SMACK!! SMACK!!" "In the future you do everything I

tell you. Right?"

"Yes, sir."

"SMACK!! SMACK!!" "Louder, boy!"

"YES, SIR!"

Then his hands began to caress my burning flesh, squeezing and

caressing. And my throbbing prick felt like it was on fire, too. I

could feel his man-meat sliding against my back, hard and hot,

so I knew this was turning him on also. Then his tongue was licking

and kissing all over my pink ass.

Shortly he climbed off the bed, and then he pulled the dildo

quickly from my asshole. He immediately got on his knees between my

out-stretched legs, and then his huge dick was at my hole and he

pushed roughly, and I felt it slide in a little. Two short strokes,

and then with a lunge his shaft pushed inwards and filled my guts.

I groaned as his coarse pubic hairs rubbed against my sore and

tender flesh.

My ass was still high in the air with his cock embedded deeply

within me, and I felt him lean forward so his whole body was crushed

against mine. He kissed my ear and whispered, "Your body belongs to

me, boy, and I do what I want with it. Right?"

"Yes, sir."

Then he attacked my ass. A quick flip of his hips and a solid

thrust -- and his abdomen slapped against my tortured ass. "SLAP!

... SLAP! ... SLAP! ... SLAP!" Slow and steady -- and hard! On

every stroke his body pounded against my flesh. Again -- again --

again -- and again. It hurt and it stung, but the heat just boiled

inside of me.

His hands grasped my hips and he stroked faster. I moaned

quietly. "Oh, God, sir! ... Yeah! ... Fuck me!"

He did -- on and on. I heard his heavy breathing and felt his

rod get harder. Again and again! I heard him growl through his

teeth, "Yeah, boy! -- Take it! -- This ass belongs to me and

you're gonna get it all!" And with a mighty heave he slammed into my

ass, driving my face down into the mattress, and I felt the fire

burst from his cock and flood my guts with his cum! Several more

thrusts and then he stopped.

He rested for a few seconds, and then leaned forward over my

prone body and managed to untie both wrists. Then he straightened

up without letting his prick slip out. "Now, boy, turn over."

It was a struggle to keep him from slipping out -- I had to

pull both legs way up to my chin, but with his help I got there, so

I was on my back with my tender ass still raised up on the pillows.

I looked up at his rugged torso above me. "Spread those arms, boy,"

he said.

"Yes, sir." I obeyed.

"Now grab those ties." I looked to each side and managed to

grasp each one. "Wrap them tight and hold on. I want to see you

squirm." I did as he told me, struggling to get them tight.

His prick was still hard within me and he pushed his crotch

tightly against my sore ass cheeks. He picked up the grease and

swirled some around my throbbing shaft. Then his hips thrust gently

in and out of my hole as his hand began to stroke my man-meat -- up

and down -- up and down.

But I was hot and I was ready. I gazed at his naked torso as

he worked on me -- stroking and stroking.

I wanted it! Even though my ass still burned, I crushed it

against his crotch. His fist kept working -- tighter and faster.

I couldn't help myself, "Yeah!! -- Do that, Sir!" He stroked. The heat

boiled up inside my balls! "PLEASE, SIR!! ... DO IT!!!" I pulled

against the bonds and my muscles strained, and I struggled to raise

my torso upwards, as much as I could, pushing for it to happen. He

squeezed my cock, and he stroked it, and he pinched my nipple -- and he

stroked faster. I threw my head back and thrust my hips up into the air

as far as I could, and with a loud groan I came!! And my cum flew into

the air and splashed onto my left nipple. Again and again. And my

stomach was covered with my oozing cum.

I collapsed back onto the bed, completely exhausted. He milked

my prick a few times and then stopped, and let his softening cock

slip out of my ass.

Then he worked the pillows out from under my tortured ass and lay

down beside me and kissed me, slowly and tenderly. His hand reached

over and gently massaged my cum into my stomach and chest. He brought

his hand up to my mouth, and I licked it clean for him.

He kissed me again and said, "You have to understand, boy, if

you don't do what I tell you, you have to pay."

I looked into his face. "Yes, sir. I understand that now."

He went on, "If we go back to that bar tomorrow night and I

tell you to get up there and dance, what are you gonna do?"

I kissed him back. "I'm gonna get up on that bar and get naked,

and show everyone there what a hot man you have!"

He laughed out loud. "Right answer, boy!"

Next: Chapter 4: The Man in Charge Has Company


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