Date: Mon, 23 Aug 1999 16:50:45 PDT
From: backlash29@hotmail.com
Subject: A Cup of Joe

Disclaimer: This is a story about men getting it on with other men. That's
right, gay sex, and lots of it! So, if that gets your knickers in a twist,
or if you're too young to be reading such garbage, please go play somewhere
else. I'm sure there are some nice, wholesome Disney sites out there you'll
find amusing.

A CUP OF JOE
(m/m, domination, urination, oral)

Brad was brand new in town, having just relocated from Phoenix three weeks
before. He was twenty- eight years old and felt happy and excited to be in
a new city, working at his first real job--editorial assistant at a gay
magazine. His good looks and friendly smile had made him easily accepted at
the office, and he had gone out a few evenings with some of his new friends
already.

He knew, however, that he craved something more. He loved nasty sex, and in
Phoenix he had a network of men and boys who would give it to him when he
wanted it. He longed to meet such people in this new place, and was feeling
very horny after only a few weeks away from his former fuck-buddies.

Joe was the stud who worked in the coffee shop where Brad stopped every
morning to get his cup of coffee. The shop was only two doors down from the
magazine office, and Joe was on duty most days when Brad stopped by. Even
though Joe didn't smile much and seemed indifferent toward him, Brad looked
forward to their daily meetings, if only because Joe was such a hot young
stud. At 22, Joe had a well- developed body, rough good looks, tattoos on
both arms, a deep growling voice and a shaved head of blond stubble. He was
a senior hockey player at the university, and as far as Brad knew he was
straight. In his fantasies, however, Joe was just the kind of kinky sex
partner Brad knew he wanted.

At night, Brad began fantasizing what it would be like to make it with the
sexy barista he lusted for. Did Joe know he was interested? Did he even
perceive that Brad was gay? Brad assumed he did, since he had stopped by
the coffee shop a few times with the rest of the staff of the magazine.
Outwardly, Joe never showed any interest. But once in a while, Brad caught
Joe's dark eyes looking at him a second or two longer than usual, when he
would give Brad his change after an order or see him across the room. In
his fantasies, Brad thought of what it might be like to look into those
smoldering eyes as Joe hovered over him, his strong masculine hands wrapped
around Brad's thighs, his cock in Brad's ass, delivering a deep, hard
fuck...

Everything changed the day Brad let his fantasies get the better of him. He
was in the coffee shop and had just picked up his coffee from a different
barista when he heard Joe's familiar voice behind him.  "Excuse me."

Brad turned and saw Joe with a mop sticking out of a bucket on wheels,
which he was trying to maneuver around Brad into the seating area to do
some cleaning. He was about to move out of the stud's way, but he froze
when he saw the look in Joe's eyes. It was the same menacing, piercing,
intense look from his fantasies. He stood there a few seconds, struck dumb
and motionless, unable to separate dreams from reality.

After a few seconds of staring, Joe growled, "I said, move it, boy."

The way he said boy only fuelded the fantasy further. Not missing a beat,
Brad responded, "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." He then stepped out of Joe's
way.

Now it was Joe's moment to be surprised. He stared at Brad a moment longer,
his beautiful eyes growing wide. Then he looked down again, sort of
snickered, and rolled the mop and bucket past.

Brad didn't know what to do. His erection throbbed in his pants, and he
knew he had to get back to work, but he couldn't shake the feeling that
some connection had just been made. Fumbling, he took a seat at the nearest
table, and sat for a few minutes, drinking his coffee. He got up the nerve
to look across the room at Joe, who was busy mopping. Occasionally Joe
returned his glance, always with the same penetrating, powerful stare.

When Joe worked his way over to where Brad was sitting, the older boy
fidgeted, unable to control himself around this dominant presence from his
fantasy life. He reached for his coffee, but his hand was shaking, and he
accidentally tipped it, spilling it over the edge of the table and onto the
floor, barely missing Joe's uniform.

"Oh shit!" he said. "I'm really sorry about that..."

Joe stopped mopping, looked down at the spilled coffee, and then up at
Brad's face with a disgusted scowl. Brad looked frantaically around the
coffee shop, but no one else was around.

"I'm really sorry, I just got clumsy there for a minute. I'll help you
clean it up...sir."

Joe continued staring at him for another few seconds, then said very
softly, "You think I don't have anything better to do than clean up after
you, boy?"

"No sir," Brad stammered, embarrassed in case anyone else overheard them.

"No sir what?" Joe demanded.

Brad took a deep breath."No sir, I know that you have more important things
to do, sir. You're a busy young man, sir. Please accept my apologies."

Joe continued scowling, picked up the cup and tossed it in the garbage, and
mopped up the area around Brad's feet. He then retreated behind the
counter, and Brad was about to walk out of the shop when Joe returned,
dropping a folded-over slip of paper onto Brad's table and then walking
away.

His hands still trembling, Brad opened the note. It said:

I know what you want boy. Be at my place tonight at 8 o'clock. 210 Broadway
#104. Joe.

* * *

Brad arrived on time, wanting to please his new friend. He was still
nervous, but also highly aroused.  Could this turn into the kind of
experience he was hoping for?

Joe answered the door and let him inside wordlessly. The hockey stud had
just emerged from the shower and was wearing a pair of running shorts and
T-shirt, showing off his well-developed legs and chest.

"Sit down," he said finally, pointing to the sofa. Brad obeyed. Joe
disappeared into the nearby bedroom and returned with two pairs of
handcuffs and some rope. "This will teach you something about making a mess
when I'm working at the shop," he promised.

Brad shuddered with anticipation as Joe jerked his hands behind his back
and closed the first set of handcuffs around his wrists. Joe was right. He
knew this was what he wanted now.

"Lie back, boy. Let's get you undressed." Joe unbuttoned Brad's oxford
shirt so that his strong, lightly- hairy chest was exposed. Joe tweaked
each erect nipple, as if checking to see its response. Then he undid Brad's
belt and pulled the older boy's pants and underwear all the way off.
"What's this?" he asked, pointing to Brad's 8-inch hard-on, which was
already throbbing and dripping at the excitement of what he hoped was to
come.

"It's...it's my hard dick, sir."

Joe hooked his fingers underneath it, pulling it away from Brad's stomach,
and then let it go with a snap.  "Yeah? You're pretty hard, boy. You must
be pretty turned-on. You must like knowing what's going to happen." Joe
looked him in the eye, letting his prey wonder for a moment what he meant
by that. "You must get turned-on knowing you're going to be my bitch."

Brad said nothing, his face fuming a dark shade of red. This was exactly
what he wanted.

"Say something, bitch. Are you turned-on?"

"Yes!" Brad replied quickly, not thinking.

Joe's voice raised to a roar. "YES WHAT, BITCH?"

"Yes sir! Yes sir!"

"Why, bitch? What's got you so turned-on?"

"Because..." Brad struggled to contemplate whatever it was Joe wanted him
to say. "Because I know you're going to use me, sir."

Joe reached down and snapped Brad's hard-on against his stomach a few more
times. "I am, huh? You think so?" He dragged his fingertip lightly across
the boy's naked, white muscular thighs. "Yeah," he continued softly. "Yeah,
I might use you. You look good. If I think you're worth it, I might use
you, bitch."

Brad was silent, not wanting to displease his master. He waited to see what
the stud would do next.

Joe gathered the salves clothes, folded them, and set them in a neat pile
on the chair. Then he vanished into the bedroom again, and Brad overheard
rustling noises he couldn't decipher. They sounded like a package being
opened and rummaged through, except whatever material it was, it squeaked
as it rubbed against itself. Joe re-appeared, and this time he carried a
familiar device: a gag in the shape of a ball, with elastic cords with
fasteners protruding on either side. Wordlessly, Joe took the ball gag and
put it into Brad's mouth, strapping it into place around the sides of his
cute face and fastening it shut. Brad had never worn such a gag. It was
moderately uncomfortable, but he was more than willing to wear it if that's
what Joe wanted. He remained silent as Joe took him by the arm and roughly
pulled him up from the sofa.

"OK, boy, listen up. We're going to start by teaching you some humility. I
want to give you proof that you're mine to use for my pleasure, and that
you don't get any ideas about being in control of this situation." He
pushed Brad in the direction of the bedroom. Inside, Brad saw a large bed,
box spring and mattress on a frame only. The mattress was wrapped in a
dark, shiny black fabric, which he quickly realized was rubber. "Get on the
bed, boy. On your back."

Brad obeyed. He had a hunch what was coming next, but he couldn't be
sure. His new master went back in the living room and returned with the
other set of cuffs and the rope.  He cuffed Brad's ankles together, and
then pushed the helpless boy onto his side and strung the rope through both
sets of cuffs, drawing it tight. Brad's arms and legs drew together behind
his back, and Joe sealed the position with a sailor's knot. The boy was now
powerless and hog-tied on the rubber bed.

For Brad, the excitement was almost too much. He hadn't felt so dominated
in years, maybe ever in his life. He was amazed at how willfully he
submitted to this younger man he barely knew, how badly he wanted to please
him and humiliate himself for his pleasure.

He heard Joe behind him, using the extra rope to secure his prostrate form
to the lower frame holding up the bed. Obviously his master wanted him
fully secured to the bed. Why? What would he do?

Joe came around the bed and into Brad's view. "All comfy, slut?" he asked,
with a leering grin. Brad dared not try to voice a response, knowing that
the gag would muffle his speech anyway. So he looked up at his master with
longing eyes, a dutiful gaze, as if to say: Yes sir. I'm ready to be
used. "Good. Good boy.  Well, to start with, you're going to take my piss."

Heaven! Oh god, how Brad wanted this. To feel this young jock stud opening
his bladder and pissing on him with his big dick. He watched as Joe removed
his T-shirt and flung it aside, revealing a beautiful, solid upper
body. The stud was slightly barrel-chested, but with great muscle and a
sexy trail of hair started between his pecs. Next, Joe, hooked his left
thumb inside the running shorts he was wearing and pulled open his fly,
using his right hand to pull out his engorged dick. Brad almost fainted
when he saw it: A solid ten-inch slab of hard, fat muscle. He knew his
master would have a beautiful cock!

"You like what you see, bitch?" Joe asked, still smiling
diabolically. "This big dick's full of piss and cum, and you're going to
get all of it. First I'm going to hose you down with my piss, like the
bitch you are.  Then I'm going to take that gag out and make you earn my
load. Gonna make you eat this dick and take it up your ass until I'm
satisfied, until I've blasted you with all my hot jizz. You want that,
bitch?" This time, Brad couldn't help but let out a long, low groan through
his gag. He closed his eyes with the ectsacy of anticipation. Joe smiled
broader. "I know you do. It's what pigs like you always want. Well, here it
goes."

He moved closer to the bed, aiming his hard-on with difficulty at the boy,
and then releasing his piss. At first it came out only in quick, tortured
spurts, because the cock was so achingly hard. This initial jets hit his
bitch in the face, around his handsome eyes, nose, ears and mouth, still
plugged fully with the gag.  Then, a few seconds later, his hardness
diminished just enough to let the urine stream freely. He waved his big
dick back and forth, coating the helpless boy's whole body with his wet,
stinking liquid waste. Brad inhaled deeply as the warm fluid dampened his
whole body. He loved it.

Finally, Joe's piss slowed to a trickle. He got on the wet bed, forced Brad
from his sideways position onto his back, his bonds underneath him, arching
his body up. Joe straddled Brad's shoulders, slapping his fat, flaccid dick
around the bitch's face to expel the last few drops. Then he removed the
gag and dick- slapped Brad's mouth, indicated that he wanted sucking. "Open
up, boy," he growled, grabbing Brad's hair pressing his thumb into the
young man's chin, forcing his handsome jaws open. His cock slid inside, and
soon warm sucking sensations covered the shaft and head. "Yeah, you eat
dick good," Joe purred.  "Bitches like you know how to show attention to a
man's hard pole. Suck it down, nice and gentle."

Joe continued slowly fucking his tool in and out of Brad's lips. The bound
boy was eager to show this stud how good he was at giving head. His hands
were still bound underneath him, but his head was held forward in Joe's
strong grasp at just the right angle so that he could devour the meaty
shaft with his lips and cheeks and throat as his master fucked it slowly in
and out. "Bitch, that's so good," he heard Joe say breathlessly.
"Yeah...been wanting to fuck a bitch's deep, hot throat all day."

It pleased Brad that he was making his man so happy. He increased his
sucking power to the point that he almost choked on the cock, wrapping his
whole head around it, relaxing his gag reflex as the thick mushroom head
passed back and forth over his tonsils. Tears welled in his eyes and he
sniffed back the stream of snot pouring out his nostrils as he struggled to
give his man the best head of which he was capable. He also loved the
feeling of Joe's enormous, fleshy log totally filling his face, sliding
energetically over his tongue, back and forth, fucking his face, using his
face to coax the hot cum slowly forward from his master's hairy bull balls
which now slapped gently against his chin.

Meanwhile, Joe kept up with the obscenities, moaning his appreciation but
never letting the fuck-slut forget his place. "Yeah, bitch, suck it...your
mouth is so hot and wet, like a juicy pussy. I'm gonna ram this cute face
of yours whenever I want to. Nice, cute, jock-sucking lips, hot deep
throat. I bet you've practiced on a hundred dicks before I came along, you
fucking pussy. But now you've got my fat dick all the way in you.  I'm
gonna use your throat-hole as long as I want to, until I hose you up with
all my hot jizz."

After ten or fifteen minutes, fatigue started setting in, and Brad's neck
began aching. He knew he couldn't keep up the blowjob much longer under his
restraints, and he longed to be untied so that he could further manipulate
the gorgeous shaft with his hands, and get into a better position for
sucking-off this hot top stud. However, his master made it clear he wasn't
going to move from this position. So, Brad attacked with renewed vigor. He
was sure he could bring the stud to an explosion if he only kept at it,
sucking the huge, mean cock as hard and as well as he could.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Brad was so into getting face-fucked that
he was moaning constantly over Joe's big dick, whining and grunting as his
jock-daddy pounded harder and faster into his throat. Joe was ready to lose
control.

"Oh yeah! Take it, bitch, I'm gonna cum. Take it, you useless cooze. I'm
gonna dump my jizz down your throat...bitch...take it, eat, drink it, suck
it down, take all my hot cum...!! Oh yeah, oh YEAH...!!"

The first three ropes of jizz were so copious and long that Brad choked
unexpectedly. Within an instant he could feel the hot cum in his
stomach. He loved the taste and the sensation, and when Joe moved back
slightly to give him more air, he immediately gulped down as much more of
the hot seed as he could. Cum filled his mouth and came up through his
nose. He wheezed and choked. Joe pulled out completely, but as soon as Brad
took a few breaths of air, he held his mouth open again for his man to
re-insert his dick. He didn't want to miss a drop of what that fat log had
to offer.

"Yeah, bitch," Joe addressed him breathlessly, surprised at the bitch's
voracity. His dick kept spurting, around Brad's face and into his wide,
gaping, hungry mouth. "You want more cum...eat it, lick it off my dick,
suck it all down. Fuckin' whore. You can't get enough."

And it was true. Brad was so engrossed in the experience, he could think of
nothing but eating every drop of his daddy's load. When the giant cock
finally stopped spurting, Brad licked his lips and tried to rach his tongue
out onto his chin and the rest of his face, to get a much of the load as
Joe had sprayed there.

Joe stayed on top of him until they'd both caught their breath, then rolled
wordlessly off the bed and disappeared into the nearby bathroom, out of
Brad's range of focus. What would happen next? He wondered. Was it over? He
hoped not--taking that big explosion in his face was a thrill, but there
were other areas his young daddy had promised to ravage too...

* * *

To be continued.

Comments/feedback? Send it to backlash29@hotmail.com. This is my first
published story. No flames!