brad decided to take a route to his office that differed from the one he took everyday. The route he used would take him past "Pockets." For this creature of habit to make a choice like that, there had to be a reason , and there was. A few days before, he had had lunch with a fellow from the Middle East who worked in his department. brad confessed to not knowing any Middle Eastern restaurants, and Edouard had suggested pizza or Chinese food. When brad looked shocked, Edouard had laughed "Brad, I'm Middle Eastern. That doesn't mean I want to eat falafel every day."
That sentence had resonated with brad, especially that morning. Hal had woken up exceptionally horny and, before brad got out of the house, Hal had fucked him hard and thoroughly. When he moved on the seat, brad could still feel the result of that morning. He smiled. It had made him hard inside the cage. It was a great fuck, and Hal was an awesome Dom, top and lover.
But... he felt like he was eating falafel every day, at least sexually. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone to Pockets, or any other gay bar, or had had any man's cock inside of him, but Hal. He and Hal weren't going to marry, and brad actually laughed to himself: like being married had kept him eating falafel every day, then the falafel came from Lyn. "Please let there be a red light. Please let there be a red light," brad repeated to himself. He didn't want to pull over and gawk at the bar, closed at this hour, but he wanted to linger, and to recall his past. He did get the red light, and he went into a reverie. It was so deep, it took a horn honking behind him to remind him to move.
brad had gotten more than his share of action when he was going to Pockets regularly. A fairly good looking, clean cut guy who's willing to suck just about anyone, will get action. And living with Hal had made him a better dresser, given him a better body, and also, a much higher sense of confidence. Hell, if he hadn't been locked up, he might even try to GET a blow job.
But he knew how possessive Hal had been. The "penalty" for looking at a Guy for too long, was ten minutes of forearm tickling. brad couldn't imagine what it would have been if he had gotten caught "cheating" on Hal. (Although the thought of trying to get away with it, and also of getting caught, were somewhat exhilirating).
He began to justify in his head: was it cheating if he did something with someone other than Hal? They weren't married, and yes, Hal said that he OWNED brad, and brad had surrendered, more than once. But what did that all mean? He missed that tawdry part of his life.
He was sweating more than he did when he played softball on a hot day, when he called Hal. "Hi Sir. Sorry to be bothering you. I just learned about a surprise birthday party for someone at the office today after work. He's in our department and he's considered valuable, so I'm going to have to attend. I know I should've told you, but I just found out." Hal always had a suspicious side, but he thought he had broken brad, and brad hadn't given him any reason to think that he had to be concerned. "Hey, no problem. Just gimme a buzz when you're set to leave. I'll make sure that there's something for you to eat when you get home. " "Thanks Sir. I appreciate it." As he got off the phone, a wave of guilt passed over brad: Hal was a stern, rigorous Dom, but he looked after things, like making sure brad had enough to eat and the right food to eat, that his clothes were clean, and most of the things that Lyn had taken care of. The one BIG difference was that Hal had forced brad to dress better -he didn't give him any choice , and brad smiled as he felt the tension from the tight white shirt he was wearing, rather than the billowy "fucking bedsheets" as Hal had called them before Hal. The other BIG BIG difference is that brad was having the sex life he had always wanted. Maybe even MORE than he wanted. He used to laugh that no one was as horny as he was, but it seemed Hal was. Maybe it was brad who brought it out in him? He allowed himself to wonder that, because while Hal always seemed ready for sex, he never seemed to look at anyone but brad, or have any interest in anyone else - even with porn. So, what he was about to do made brad feel a little guilty. But he did it anyway.
That night, when he was supposed to be at the birthday party, brad was at Pockets, first drinking a bar, and getting hit on by two guys, and then in the back room, sucking down cock after cock after cock.
At home, Hal had an uneasy feeling, but he tried to let it go. brad had a very ordered life - it made it that much easier for Hal to take sexual control - and he couldn't remember a time that brad had something on his schedule that he didn't tell Hal about. This HAD to have been a very sudden thing. As he was thinking about this, he felt his cell phone vibrate. It was brad. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. What's going on? You need a ride home, stud?" There was no answer. All he heard was a lot of noise. brad had butt dialed him when he squatted to take another cock. It wouldn't have happened in the old pants he wore, but the new, tighter ones that showed off his ass, made it much more likely that this would happen. Indeed, those pants showed off his ass so well, that three guys offered to fuck him. brad didn't want to take that risk. Anyway, Hal listened to the noise on the phone. "Strange how the phones distort things," he thought. "I could've sworn I heard someone say "my cock is next sucker." "Nah. Just distortion. And my own head." The noise stopped. brad must have heard his voice. He had. "OH SHIT. I just dialed Hal. FUCK..." brad had already sucked five cocks that night, so he could call it a success. Before Hal, if he had three, it was a big night. But before that happened again, he'd better get moving. He hoped he still had the toothbrush and the mouthwash in his glove compartment. "SCORE! " he thought when he found them. He had left the bar, and didn't want to go back in just to use the john, so he stopped at corner store, bought a bottle of water, and then did a quick bit of oral hygiene on the street.
"Hey Sir," brad called out when he came in the door. Hal was sitting with a book. "Well, the wandering stud is home. Get over here. I at least need a kiss, and maybe more." "OH shit. He's gonna want a blow job" brad thought. "MMMM. Someone tastes like mouthwash. Did you drink at the party?" "Uh, yes sir. That's right. Not too much. I'm sure I was under the limit, but I wanted to cover just in case I got stopped. " Hal stood up and began playing with brad's nips through his shirt. "How was the party?" Then he added "get your hands behind your back." "Yes sir. " brad sucked in his breath. After all this time, what Hal did to his nips still set him off. "Standard office party stuff Sir. Nothing too exciting." "Well, maybe I'll excite you after dinner. Good timing. I didn't eat either. You wanna change? " "Maybe just take off my tie Sir" brad knew that when he wore a tight white shirt, and opened two buttons, it drove Hal wild. It did. After dinner, brad found his legs WAY in the air, and Hal's cock deep in him.
And nothing might have come of brad's evening escapade, if Ken hadn't come into the shop a few days later. "Hey Ken. Long time no see." The two started chatting, and Hal asked "So, did you and brad hang at the birthday party?" Ken looked puzzled "birthday party? Which one?" "Oh I don't know. Someone in brad's department. brad had to go the other night?" "Hmmm. Must've been section rather than department. I didn't know anything about a birthday party. Hal laughed. "Of course! I probably got it mixed up. " Then he changed the subject.
A week later, at breakfast, brad told Hal that he thought he was gonna be late that night: "project is due and it's all hands on deck." "Well, these things happen, ya know. No prob. I think I'll call Lyn. Maybe she wants to go to the movies or have dinner or something." "yeah, it's been a little rough on her since Selma dumped her." "I guess they're no better than gay guys. Anyhow, don't work too hard tonight. " Hal looked brad over. "Damn, you sure do look sharp in a white shirt brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. You remember those Hathaway shirt commercials?" "Oh, with the guy wearing an eye patch?" "Yeah, maybe I should shoot a few with you." "ha ha. You'd probably use a blindfold." "You know, we've never used a blindfold. Now you got me even HORNIER you fucking studbottom." brad came over to give him a kiss. "Tweak my nips Sir. Please . I wanna think of you today." Hal smiled, as he twisted brad's nips just a little harder than usual.
That afternoon, Hal did a little shopping at the leather store. His friend Jerry was there, so he consulted. "Hey, Jer. I want a slave collar. The kind with the lock at the end. Not sure the size. I want it so there's no room in it and it locks, so only the Master can take it off. " "OH, for brad. Ok. You recall what size collar he wears. "15.5 trim." "Ah ok. Belly doesn't matter, but collar size. This is what you need." "PERFECT . Maybe a few other things too. Blindfolds? "Any color any size over here. " "Just basic black. And I know yours are more expensive, but I'm here. A candle. "AH. I'm getting excited about this party. Big white one. Enough to melt over a whole torso "Nipple clamps. The advanced kind? " "SURE. Hey this is getting me hot. Anything else. ?" "Yeah. We've got a chastity cage, but are there any that are more secure than standard?" "SURE. Let me show you. First, there's this one." He showed Hal one that had a combination lock on it. "And of course..." There was a much heavier one. "Now, I'm not supposed to sell these, and I don't sell a lot, but..." He pulled out what looked like a standard chastity cage, but there were no locks. "Here's the thing about this one, Hal. You need to put it on him when someone is around with one of those "hot glue type things. It welds the metal shut. Can't be opened. " "Ever? " "Ever." "I'll take one." "PHEW. You guys ARE getting heavy." Hal laughed. "Nah, just a prop for roleplay. I think that's it. OH WAIT." Hal had spotted some t shirts . One said "owned slave." Another said in big capital letters "MANBITCH." "Let me have one of each in medium... OH, and one each in small." "I LOVE a man with good taste. Let's get you rung up." "OH, I think SOMEONE is gonna get rung up," thought Hal, and he left, putting the bag in his locker. He could use all the stuff anyway, but if he was right about his suspicions, he'd use it all real soon.
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That night, Hal called an uber. He didn't want to take a chance on brad seeing his car. He had a small bag with him, with a pair of handcuffs, a red bandana gag, and the new tit clamps. He had the uber driver leave him off a block from the bar. There was a coffee shop there, right on the corner. He'd be able to see cars pass by on their way to the parking lot near Pockets. He ordered himself a martini, and then dinner. If brad ate anything that night, it was not gonna be a home cooked meal. He saw brad's car when it went by. He paid the check and then took a walk to a point where he could SEE people going in and out of Pockets, but they wouldn't see him. He laughed because, as he suspected, brad looked around before he went in. "Let him have about 20 minutes to settle in. " Hal thought. He needed to piss but he'd hold it. Or....
brad's back was turned to Hal when he went in. Perfect. Hal had thought about how to do this. There were different options, and he decided to be classy. He dropped his hand on brad's right shoulder. brad didn't turn around until he heard Hal's voice. "Ok sweetie. Reservation is ready so, we should be moving." brad turned around . He muttered "Oh shit," as Hal whispered through clenched teeth. "You better goddamn get your hands behind your back and get moving. " "Sir. Please. I can explain." "No, you can't. MOVE." "Yes sir. " As they were leaving brad tried to speak again "I know what this looks like but.." "BUT NOTHING BITCH. " As they left , brad felt the handcuffs go on his wrists . "Your keys in your left pocket? " "Yes sir. " Hal reached in. MOVE. Lead to the fucking car." When they got there, Hal stopped again, and pulled out the bandana. "MMMPH" brad got out. Hal had tied it REALLY tight. He pushed brad onto the back seat. Then he tore his necktie off and didn't unbutton his shirt so much as rip it open. He attached the new, stronger nipple clamps. brad had never felt them before, and he SCREAMED LOUD, but the gag kept him quiet. "I oughtta lay you on your belly fuckbitch. They'll dig in REAL good that way. But I'm gonna drive as SLOW AS I CAN."
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MMMPHHH MMMPH MMMMPH was the only sound that came out of the backseat of the car, together with the sound of whimpering and tears - not so much of pain, but of fear. brad had gotten caught. It wasn't as exciting as he thought it might be. And he had NEVER seen Hal this angry. "GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR" Hal had pulled up in FRONT of his house, not in the garage. "I hope people walk by on the street so they can see me lead you in, you fucking bastard." Hal was pulling the tit clamps, causing yet more pain to brad, as they got in the house. 'THE CHAIR. SIT." Shirt ripped, gagged, with tit clamps, brad did what he was told. "Alright. Now you're gonna explain this to me, and then I'm gonna explain what happens next brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrastard." Hal took off the clamps, and the gag. brad was breathing hard, and trying desperately to catch his breath. "Thank you Sir, thank you. Can I have some water?" Hal sneered. "you want some water? I've had to pee since I left the house. Yeah, you can have some water." He dropped his pants and let go with a stream all over brad. "Oh, this is good. Let me get some pictures of this." brad began to cry big time when he was taking the pictures. "IS THIS NECESSARY SIR? IS IT. I FUCKED UP. I'M SORRY. I'M TRULY SORRY." "Damn right it's necessary. I want an explanation . An honest one. You lied to me, you cheated on me, and God knows what else you did. "I felt... I felt like I was missing something, Sir. I missed my old life. I began to feel like, well, bluntly, you became Lyn with a dick. And... I wanted that thrill I used to get. I wasn't getting it anymore. " "You weren't getting it anymore? You sure seemed to shoot big time when you got fucked, you lying turd." "No, No. I'm not being clear Sir. Believe me, if I had you fucking me three times a day, the only thing that would make me happier was, well, having you fuck me four times a day. But... I can't explain it. I can't. The thrill of cheating. The edge. The thinking that I could've gotten caught. "Well, you DID get caught. Feel thrilled? Getting a high from it?" brad's voice dropped "honestly Sir, a little." Hal pulled up brad's soaked face. "Well, we're gonna see if you get thrilled when I'm done with you tonight. First... you seem to have forgotten something. Do you remember submitting, surrendering? "Yes sir. I do. I don't regret it." "Well, everyone's gonna know you did now. " He pulled out the slave collar. brad felt it tighten around his neck. "It cuts into my neck Sir." "TOO DAMN BAD. Now, anyone in that bar is gonna know: he's owned. he's someone's property. See how much action you get if you sneak out. And I can't WAIT to hear how you're gonna explain it at the gym, or on the ball field. "I have to wear it all the time? " "ALL THE TIME BITCH." Just like the chastity cage. "WHAT?" "Hahahahahahaha. Not all the time. But for now, you're gonna get it taken off for five hours, once a month. The first of the month. IF you toe the line and behave. " Hal pulled out the "special one" he had bought . "See this one fucker? This one WELDS shut. Once it goes on, it CAN'T come off... unless you cut off your cock. Think about it bitch. I've got it. I'll use it if I have to." "You won't have to Sir. I promise." "Now, a few other things. Looks like a simple candle, huh? " "Yes sir." "Well, it's gonna make a GREAT way to get rid of your pube hair. Ask Lyn about hot wax depilatories. You're gonna get one. And you'll get another one when your chest hair grows in. " "It'll hurt Sir." "Yeah, like I did finding out you fucking LIED to me" "Sir, I'm sorry. I swear, it won't happen again. " "Yeah, I know it won't. Now I'm gonna untie you, and you get yourself cleaned up. Then get on the bed, fucking naked. " As he washed, brad was thinking "at least I'm getting cock out of this. " Hal was waiting when he came out. He was naked too. And hard. "ON THE BED FUCK." "Yes sir." Hal pulled the restraints tight. He pulled out the blindfold. "Hey. What. What? ' "Heh heh. You'll hear me, but you won't see me." Hal hit his small paddle against the back of his hand. "Where first, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? Where first?" He slid the paddle over brad's body like he was molding clay, then he stopped. "WACK" a shot came down on brad's balls. "OWWWW FUCK. " "We're just getting started bitch. "WACK" One came down right over his navel. And it continued. The blindfold was thick. Even when Hal pulled brad's legs in the air, he didn't know where the shots were coming . It seemed to go on forever. "This can't get any worse," thought brad. Then it did. Hal began fucking him, but not with his dick. "You should be trained for this brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Remember the 12 inch dildo that scared the shit outta you. " Hal started sliding it in, little by little. Brad was trained to take 8. But 12? "OWWWWW Sir, please, please, you're gonna rip me apart. " "It'll serve you good if I did, fuckhead. But I want some of you myself. " brad felt the dildo come out. Then Hal slid in. His Master was fucking him and it felt good. Getting fucked without seeing it, seemed to make it hotter. brad wanted to cum, badly. He knew better. He felt the shots of Hal's jizz go into him. Then he felt the dildo again. This time, ALL the way in. "You're gonna sleep with that tonight, brad. It'll do you good. " Hal pulled the blindfold off. "I got you some new tshirts for your softball game brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Or maybe when your kids visit. "No, PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME WEAR THEM IN FRONT OF THE KIDS." "Ha ha. Believe me, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, I would. But I decided against it. You WILL wear one of them this weekend. "Yes sir. " brad began to sniffle. "Awwwww. What's the matter cheater? You beginning to regret what you did? How about I throw you out? You can go back to the old house? Never be around me again." "NO. NO. PLEASE SIR PLEASE. I... I.. can't really imagine life without you anymore. I fucked up. I really truly fucked up. I'm sorry. You're my Master. You want me to submit again? I will. I'll write it on the softball field, I'll tell anyone you want. But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't make me leave you. PLEASE."
For the first time that night, Hal felt moved. He felt pity, he felt something akin to love. "Prove it brad. I'm gonna untie you. Then kiss me. Put ALL of what you feel into the kiss." "Yes sir. " Hal undid the restraints. brad didn't wait. He grabbed at Hal, and pulled him down with the last bit of strength he had. He forced Hal's lips opened, and then waited for Hal's tongue to take his mouth. He broke the kiss. "You're my MASTER. My lover, my friend, my rock. DON'T MAKE ME GO. PLEASE. " Hal held onto brad. He didn't say anything for a few minutes. Then he looked down at him. "Know why I did this brad?" "Because I betrayed you Sir?" "No. No. It's because I don't want to lose you. I always dreamed that I'd meet a man with an edge, who I could dominate, and who'd love it. Who'd wait for my hand, my orders, my dick. And I thought I found him - in you. And then... " Now Hal was tearing up. "You found him Sir. You did. I'm your man. I won't disappoint you again. How can I prove it? I'll start this way: I'll call in sick tomorrow. You do the same. Do anything you want to me. ANYTHING. You want the hot wax? DO IT. You wanna lock me in permanent chastity? DO IT. Or if you just wanna fuck me all day. DO IT. Please do anything but tell me to leave Sir. ANYTHING."
Hal paused for a minute . He reached out and took brad's hand. "Did you ever see the movie Last Picture Show, brad?" "No Sir. My wife wanted me to go, but I didn't." "Good. then what I'm about to say will be new to you." "Just never you mind honey, just never you mind." He gave brad a light kiss, and pulled him into him. That's how they fell asleep. And they both did call in sick the next day.
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