Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2017 17:45:06 -0600 From: Jeff Moses <chainedcoot@gmail.com> Subject: Being and Becoming This is a work of fiction. It includes sexually explicit dialog between two males. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended. If you are underage, or if possession of this text is illegal in your area, leave now. Please play safe--I don't want to lose any fans! If you enjoy this site, be cool and click the donations link at the top of the index to make a contribution to maintain it! Authors retain rights to and title to their submitted works. (Please consult Nifty's submission guidelines for more information.) Being and Becoming "Oh, come on--it's just for fun, man." "I don't know..." "Well, you don't have to. I mean, if you're chicken or something." "What if it's too tight, or something?" "It's not. But go ahead and put it on. Don't lock it, or anything. Just try it." "You stand over there." "Wow! You really don't trust me. Okay, okay. Forget it. I wore it when I sucked you. I trusted--" "Man, we barely know each other!" "Tell that to your cock!" "How about, okay, how about I put it on, just once." "Fair enough. Here. I won't even get close." "Give me the key." "Wow. Here." "I just close it, like this?" "Yeah. Looks hot, man. I mean, really hot. Is it too tight?" "No. It's fine. Doesn't squeeze anywhere or anything." "Told you. So...you gonna lock it?" "Can I keep the key?" "If you want. Just slip it in there, turn it twice. Got it?" "Okay." "Well, take the key out, at least." "I'm keep--" "You're keeping it. Got it. Ready for my mouth?" "Go for it, man." "God, you're hot. You have a killer body, Master. Fuck my face. Do it. Use me." ... "Goddamn, you give good head, man. You're the best." "Thank you." I take this off, now?" "Go ahead." "Where you going?" "Can I sit down, Sir? Or do you want more of my mouth?" "Not quite yet. Sit." "Woof." "Where's the key? Did you see where I put the key?" "You had it in your hand, man!" "Must have dropped it." "Must have. This what you're looking for?" "Oh, shit." "Yeah. Oh, shit. Gotcha." "Come on, man, I'm not gonna blow you, so just gimme the key so I can unlock this collar." "I'm not gonna give you a goddamn blow job, man. And you are not gonna fuck my ass." "Right." "Hey, man--" "You are not going to blow me, and I am not going to fuck your ass. I am going to blow you. And you're going to fuck mine." "Huh?" "Whenever I want. Don't know why you're upset, man. It's not like I'm going to torture you, or starve you or anything. There's a bed, and a toilet. You can even shower--it won't rust." "Then what the--" "You're my dildo, man. You get to fuck the hell out of me, maybe even slap me around a little, if you want. You got the treadmill thing, and the chinning bar, three squares, a mini-fridge, TV with the porn channels and the game channel--hell, there's guys that would be glad to let me fuck them to be where you are." "I'm not going to--" "Yes, you are, man. Because see this switch? If I flip this switch, no lights. No heat, no TV or treadmill, no food, and no sex. I mean, you can jack off in the dark, if that's your thing, but you won't get my mouth, or my class A ass, until you ask for it. Shit, if you're going to be a turkey, I might even make you beg for it." "You get near me, I'll break your fucking neck!" "No, you won't. Because I've got the key. It's going to be upstairs, where you can't get it. Where I'm the only one that can get it. No matter what you do to me, if I can't get upstairs, you're dead. What's your problem, man? You stood right there and said I gave you the best damn blow job you ever had. Or were you bullshitting me?" "You're fucking crazy, man." "All I ask from you is the occasional use of your magnificent cock. You don't have to go out and earn a living, or pay rent, or a mortgage, any of that." "So I'm supposed to just sit here with this fucking collar, chained in this cell, so you can blow me?" "This is not a cell--except there's no kitchen, it's practically an efficiency apartment! That's a four thousand dollar mattress, man. And a 52 inch flat screen. It's paradise! What more could you want?" "A phone, maybe. My clothes?" "Okay, you got me there. No phone. But for clothes, well, open that cupboard. You got a baseball uniform, chaps, boots, a bike jacket, Western shirt and jeans--I rigged them so the crotch just snaps off-- all sorts of crap. You only have to be naked if you want to be." "But I'm still chained up!" "Yes. That you are. In my opinion, it's a small price to pay. Look. Get some sleep, think it over. I'll be back tomorrow. How about a ham and cheese omelet? Juice, coffee, toast--what's your favorite jam? Or should I surprise you?" "I will kill you." "No. No, you won't. Not after you have a little time to think it over." "Can you put onions in the omelet?" "Your wish is my command, Sir. Good night."