Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 22:20:54 EST
From: Ivrys88@aol.com
Subject: "Eye of the Beholder"

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1998 by the author.

Long afterward, whenever Ed allowed himself to think about his encounter
with Bob, he could never remember on what day it had happened. He often
supposed it must have been a weekend, since he had been on the university
campus. Still, maybe not, since at that period of his life, sex had been
such an obsession with him that he could have been cruising that tearoom in
the basement of the Undergraduate Library any and every day of the week. He
could be honest with himself and admit that now. Bob had taught him at
least that much.

It had been a beautiful day, of that he was sure--bright and sunny, and
very warm, as spring often was in this part of the country. That was why
his thoughts had turned to sex--it only took that much encouragement for
the male students on campus to discard most of their clothing. He also knew
that, as straight as they may have appeared to a casual observer, a
surprising number were not fussy about exactly how they got their rocks
off. The small men's room in the basement of the library was a likely
location for an encounter with a hunky student looking for quick relief. It
was ideally set up for this sort of activity, being at the end of a long
and usually rather quiet corridor, and equipped with a noisy outer door
that gave plenty of warning to anyone engaged in activity inside. Of
course, the main drawback was that many older and less attractive townies
knew this too. All too often a troll would be camped out in the inner
stall, hoping to service someone either as ugly as he was or at least not
too selective.

Ed could allow himself such unkind thoughts, since, though technically a
townie since he had graduated from the U several years ago, he was
certainly not ugly. In his late twenties, he was tall, rangy and kept
himself in shape through regular workouts. He could and did frequently turn
heads at bars downtown. The sight of him heading toward the cruisier men's
rooms on the campus, of which there were several, was enough for other men
to walk in the same direction, hoping to make it with him. The typical
horny frat boy had no problem with getting head from, or sometimes even
giving it to, this masculine stud. If someone wasn't good looking enough
for him, Ed felt quite at ease walking out or ignoring him. It would only
be a matter of time before there would be another who met his standards.

Certainly Ed wasn't in the habit of consenting to a totally anonymous
encounter. So why had he allowed himself to be drawn in that day? He had
been annoyed when he had walked into the men's room. Once you pushed in the
inner door, there was a sink directly in front, and a urinal to the left of
the sink. The two stalls were to the left of the urinal, the one further
away being up against the wall. The wall of the stall nearest the urinal of
course had a hole cut into it. If you were sitting in this outer cubicle,
you could not only see whatever someone standing at the urinal wanted to
show you, but also get a good view of whoever was standing at the sink or
walking in the door. So it made sense that someone who was cute and
cruising would sit here to check out a potential trick. Someone sitting in
the inner stall couldn't see people entering, which in all probability
meant he wasn't fussy--and wasn't attractive himself. Ed was annoyed
because he saw, when he walked in, that the far stall door was
shut. Bending down and looking underneath, he could see a shadowy pair of
feet.

He thought about leaving, but just being here and memories of other
encounters made him hornier. He just couldn't go back to his apartment with
this raging hardon. Maybe if he sat for a while and ignored the other guy,
he would get tired and leave. It was worth a try at least.

Ed entered the empty stall, shut the door, dropped his nylon athletic
shorts and squatted on the john. He wore no underwear when he was out
cruising--it made things simpler, so at the moment, all he had on were his
old Nikes and a t-shirt. He and other guys had often gotten buck naked in
here when scenes became wild and hot. The men's room was air conditioned
and he shivered a bit as he felt the cold air on his bare skin. He gave his
stiff dick a few cursory pulls and decided to find out what he could about
the unknown occupant in the next stall. Looking down, he saw two feet shod
in leather sandals, and khaki shorts and white briefs dropped to the
floor. From the looks of it this guy wasn't fat at least. The next step was
to peer through the hole cut in the partition, not large enough to be a
glory hole, but sufficient to get a glimpse of the occupant next door--if
he wanted to be seen.

Just as he figured, when Ed looked through the peephole into the next
stall, the other man had positioned himself so that his face wasn't
visible. Ed was sure now that the guy was a troll. Despite his intense
need, he made up his mind to leave. He was starting to rise and pull up his
shorts, when he heard movement from next door. A hand appeared underneath
the partition--a finely shaped, strong-looking hand. It held a piece of
toilet paper. So this guy was trying to start something. Should he just
ignore him and walk out? Ed was never sure afterward why he didn't just
leave then. He must have been just too horny. He also figured he could read
the note and still leave if he felt like it. At any rate, he saw himself
reach and take the paper from the anonymous hand. Opening the flimsy square
he read:

"If you want a BJ, pass this back."

The blunt honesty of the words sank into him. No "hi, what's up" or
anything, just a plain offer of sexual service. Who cared what this guy
looked like--if Ed played his cards right, he could shoot his load, put his
pants back on and leave without ever seeing his face. It took just a moment
to make up his mind and poke the paper back under the partition.

There was more movement. He saw the feet in the next stall turn toward him
as the man stood up and knelt next to the partition. Then two hands
appeared, beckoning in invitation. Ed's cock was rock hard as he in turn
knelt and put it under. "Nice," he heard the stranger whisper as a hand
caressed his organ lightly, sending a shiver through him. Then both hands
grasped his butt as he was quickly engulfed by the other man's waiting
mouth. Ed quickly realized that whoever this guy was, he was an expert
cocksucker. His wet slippery mouth took the cock easily down to the root,
then withdrew until only the tip of the tongue flicked across the glans of
Ed's cut organ, lapping the precum out of the piss slit. Just as Ed thought
he would go crazy from the teasing torment, back his entire shaft went down
the hot throat, until he could feel the guy's throat muscles squeezing his
cockhead. This time, the man paused on his way up Ed's shaft to squeeze the
ridge where the head began with his lips, while washing the glans with
slow, languid strokes of his tongue. A few minutes of this had brought Ed
to the verge of blowing his load when suddenly the man let go of his
dick. Ed almost cried out in frustration. "Please, don't stop," he
whispered.

He heard a soft chuckle. "You like it?" the other man asked. "Wait just a
minute." Again, there was movement from the other side of the wall. Ed
couldn't tell what the guy was doing. His legs were cramping from having
knelt so long, his knees hurt from the cold tile floor, and he was
trembling with sexual frustration.  At that moment, they heard the outer
door squeak open noisily. Shit! he thought, as he hastily rose to his feet
at the sound of the intruder. He rearranged himself on the toilet just as
the third man entered the restroom, but was too late to get a glimpse of
him through the peephole that looked outward. Ed realized he wasn't
interested anyway. He badly wanted more of the hot mouth in the next
stall. Impatiently he wondered whether the new arrival was a cruiser. In a
minute, as the man stood in front of the urinal and let loose a noisy
stream, Ed realized to his relief that he was not. The man finished his
business, zipped up, flushed the urinal and stepped to the sink. Ed wasn't
even looking through the peephole, even though he could have gotten a
glimpse of him as he washed his hands. Instead, he stared down at the feet
in the next stall, willing the guy not to give up and leave, as people
often did when they were interrupted.

The feet didn't move though, until they both heard footsteps leaving the
restroom and the outer door squeaking again, indicating the third man's
departure. Swiftly the hand beckoned under the partition again. Stepping
out of his shorts for more freedom of movement, Ed was back in position in
a flash. This time he felt something different--as the other man bent and
took his cock, instead of both of his hands grasping his butt, one caressed
his balls, then entered the space beneath his bent and spread legs. Fingers
brushed the cleft between his cheeks, spreading something moist and cold in
his ass crack, then without warning two fingers were shoved into his
asshole. The sudden penetration made Ed grunt. He tried to rise but the
other hand held him in place with surprising power. He was supporting
himself with both of his hands on the tile floor and had no leverage to
escape. Ed didn't like to get fucked, he was strictly a top, and this
sudden invasion outraged him. At the same time, in spite of his resistance,
he felt shocks of pleasure begin to rise from deep inside his lower body,
as the fingers inside his rectum found the small button of his prostate
gland and began to press repeatedly and insistently on it. The combination
of those sensations and the steady pleasure of his partner's tireless mouth
on his hard cock was irresistible. Despite the fact that he was being
finger-fucked against his will, Ed began to moan softly with pleasure. He
felt his orgasm, long postponed, begin to gather in his balls.

To his disbelief, at that moment the man stopped sucking him again! The air
felt doubly cold on his wet, throbbing cock after the heat of the mouth
surrounding it only a moment before. The fingers up his ass continued to
probe, but the pleasurable sensations there weren't enough to push him over
the edge. Ed gritted his teeth. The guy was toying with him and his
need. He wished he could bend him over and plow his ass right now in
retaliation for the sexual teasing he was receiving. At that moment, the
fingers up his ass were suddenly withdrawn as well, and he heard the
rustling of toilet paper. The guy was cleaning himself up, getting ready to
leave.

"Hey, man," Ed whispered into the air. "Why'd you stop?"

"Sorry, guy," came the reply, also whispered, "Have to go now."

Damn the bastard, Ed thought, but only said, "You sure? You're a fucking
hot cocksucker."

Again the chuckle, and this time a surprisingly deep and rich voice came
from the next stall. "Well, flattery might just get you somewhere, my
friend. May I ask your name?"

Ed said his first name. "Well, Ed, my name is Bob. So you're enjoying my
service, are you?"

You know fucking well I am, Ed thought, but only said, "Yep."

"Want to continue this at my place?"

The offer caught Ed by surprise, and he remembered that he had no idea what
this guy looked like. "Why not here?" he countered.

"Well," the voice said, "As pretty as your cock is, it's freezing in here,
and my joints are getting stiff. Don't forget, I'm doing all the bending."

Hearing that made Ed realized that he was still kneeling and that his legs
had gone to sleep. He arose stiffly. His cock still jutted out in front of
him, his ass felt greasy from whatever lube Bob had applied to it. He was
still completely unsatisfied, and hornier than ever, now that he had been
brought to the edge of cumming twice in the last few minutes. What were his
chances of making it with anyone else here? Other than the one man, who
hadn't even been cruising, no one else had interrupted them. Obviously it
was a slow afternoon.

Bob's voice came from the next stall again at that moment. "Well, you can
meet me outside, or else I'll see you around. I've got to get to where it's
warm." Ed heard him pull his shorts up, fasten his belt, flush the toilet,
and snap the door latch open. Feet stepped out and paused in front of his
stall door. Ed shrugged inwardly. He might as well at least talk to this
guy. From long experience, he had perfected the art of escaping from scenes
he didn't want to be a part of--he was sure he could handle it.

He released his own latch and let the door open inward, realizing too late
that his shorts were still in a heap on the floor. As soon as he saw Ed,
Bob's gaze went straight to his still swollen dick, which meant that Ed got
a good look at the man who had been sucking him off. His partner was a
slender man, about forty years old, with a rather long, slightly hooked
nose, thin mustache and dark hair, what was left of it. He wore wire-rimmed
glasses, and a light blue polo shirt. Bob looked up from Ed's crotch at
that moment and Ed looked into a pair of very dark, almost black,
eyes. They were hypnotic in their intensity, and despite the fact that Bob
was smiling, Ed felt a faint uneasiness mixed with his disappointment. Bob
was not someone he would have given a second glance at in a bar, or for
that matter, in a tearoom, except that his horny body had betrayed him.

Bob, on the other hand, appeared positively delighted with the
encounter. "My word, the rest of you is as handsome as your cock--and
that's saying a lot. Why don't we go outside and talk--it's such a nice
warm day. Don't forget to put your shorts on," he leered, eyeing Ed's
crotch again.

"Yeah, right," Ed snorted. Feeling sheepish, he bent and dressed
himself. Not knowing what else to do, he stood while Bob rinsed his hands
off in the sink, then followed him out of the men's room. Eyeing Bob from
the rear, he saw again how large and strong the older man's hands were in
proportion to the rest of him. In fact, the rest of Bob was rather fey--not
Ed's type at all. He tried to figure out a graceful exit line.

The two men climbed the stairs leading up to the ground floor and the
spacious lobby area of the library. "I live just a few minutes away from
here. Do you have a car, or shall I just give you a ride over to my place?"
Bob asked. "Why don't I do that, then I can bring you back here."

Ed took a deep breath. "Uh, look, man," he began, "I really don't think I
have enough time to do this--" His eyes went to the clock over the
library's circulation desk. "It's getting late, and I have to be somewhere
in fifteen minutes."

"Where?" Bob asked. The flat question took Ed by surprise again. He
realized he had no idea what to say. "Well, uh--" Bob was staring at him
with those dark eyes and again Ed felt some indefinable disquiet. Then the
older man smiled, slightly sardonically. "Friend, I'm not asking you to be
the great love of my life. Just come home with me, kick back, relax, and
I'll finish what I started, bring you back here, that's it. No
strings. What do you say?" As Ed still stood silent, irresolutely facing
him, Bob added, in a different tone, "you're the best looking guy I've run
into in a long time. Why don't you do a good deed and make an ugly old man
happy?"

He smiled again at Ed. Almost despite himself, Ed grinned back. There was
something about this balding skinny man with the big hands and crazy
eyes--not to mention a very skilled mouth. "You're not so ugly," he heard
himself saying.

"Aha," Bob said, "That sounded almost like a compliment--can I take that as
a yes?"

Ed shrugged in good-humored resignation. "Hell, why not? Lead the way,
man."

"Great." Bob clapped him on the shoulder. "My car's out in the parking
lot."

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, PART TWO by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1998 by the author.

Bob's place turned out to be, as he had said, only a short distance away
from campus on a pleasantly shaded street. Ed deliberately didn't try to
make conversation during the drive, trying to keep whatever was between
them as impersonal as possible. Bob for his part seemed quite content just
to have Ed with him. Reaching a fenced-in complex, he turned the car into
the parking lot and maneuvered it into a space. "Well, here we are," he
said. "Come on in."

Bob turned the key in the front door and they entered a spacious
apartment. "You rent this place?" Ed asked.

"Actually, it's a condo. Living room, dining room and kitchen downstairs,
bedroom and bath upstairs. I'll show you the whole place in a minute. Want
something to drink?"

Ed had to admit he was feeling thirsty. Bob's car had been hot from sitting
out in the sun, and, although he had turned on the air conditioning, it
hadn't cooled down much during the brief ride. "Just some water would be
good."

"Come on in the kitchen." As he followed Bob through the dining area, Ed
noticed the good quality and taste of the furniture. This guy had money and
knew how to spend it. "You have a nice place here," he offered.

"Thanks, glad you like it. I've got some chilled water in here," Bob said,
opening the refrigerator. "Think I'll have some myself, it was kind of hot
out there." He took out a pitcher, then reached up into a nearby cabinet
and removed two glass tumblers. Pouring out the water, he offered one glass
to Ed, then raised the other. "Cheers."

Ed drank the water down quickly. An awkward silence fell between them. Now
that he was here, he wanted to get it over with quickly and leave. Bob must
have read his thoughts, since at that moment he said, "let me show you the
upstairs."

They ascended the stairs. The second story was actually partly a loft. One
wall had been cut out so that the main bedroom looked out over the living
room area, and the dining room was underneath. The other rooms up here were
a very large walk-in closet and a bathroom. The bedroom loft was sparsely
furnished and painted entirely in white. A large bed took up much of the
available space. It was rather dark upstairs as no lights were on, but
still Ed's eyes were drawn immediately to some objects which hung down over
the bed from the ceiling above.

There were four of them, suspended on long ropes tied to metal fasteners
that were screwed into the ceiling. At the end of each of these ropes were
what appeared to be leather ringlets or cuffs, with metal buckles. Ed felt
his uneasiness return. "What is all that?"

"Oh, that." Bob said. "Let's just say, I sometimes get into stuff that's
not totally vanilla. That's just my homemade version of a sling. Ever try
one?"

"Hell no, and I'm not going to," Ed said hotly. Maybe he should get out
fast, now.

"Ed, relax. That's not what I brought you here for. How I could force a big
guy like you into a sling anyway? I just want more of that dick of yours,
that's all. Here, turn around and you won't have to look at it," Bob said,
placing gentle hands on Ed's shoulders and suiting the action to the
words. "Just relax and let me take care of it," Bob crooned, kneeling in
front of Ed. Peeling down the nylon shorts, Bob greedily took his
prize. Ed's cock hardened quickly again. Waves of pleasure began to wash
over him, and he threw his head back, eyes closed, a soft moan escaping his
lips. He let one hand caress Bob's head as the older man continued his
expert service. Bob let one hand wander up and under Ed's t-shirt, over his
taut stomach and chest. Fingers found a nipple and began to fondle and
squeeze it. In response, Ed pulled his t-shirt up over his head and threw
it on the floor. Soon both of Bob's hands were working Ed's tits while his
mouth and tongue continued their work. Ed's knees began to feel weak. "Let
me get on the bed, will you?" he asked, and Bob made a muffled noise of
assent, letting go of his dick. Ed bent down and pulled off his Nikes, then
backed up and stretched out on his back on the bedspread, so that his knees
were bent and his feet were still on the floor.  Looking up, he could see
the sling suspended above him. Bob meanwhile quickly removed his clothes as
well, then knelt on the floor between Ed's legs to continue the blow job,
using all of his considerable skills. First, taking it down to the root, so
that his nose was buried in Ed's pubes, he squeezed the head with his
throat muscles, using his tongue to lick the shaft. Then withdrawing
slightly but keeping up the pressure, he tightened his lips on the organ
around the ridge where the head began. Now his tongue flickered over the
ridge of the urethral opening, tasting the salty precum that flowed freely
now. Then, almost letting go, he withdrew until only his tongue flicked
lightly and rapidly over the taut glans. He then blew cool air on the hot
flesh. Just when Ed's eyes were glazing over from the almost unbearable
teasing of Bob's tongue, the kneeling man abruptly swallowed the whole
organ once again, bringing a moan from his partner. All this time, Bob had
Ed's ball sack in a firm grip, stretching the skin and heightening the
sensations on Ed's dick.

Ed lay back and closed his eyes. He stretched out his arms over the bed in
complete surrender to each new sensation caused by Bob's mouth. His balls
were so full from almost being brought to climax several times that they
ached in Bob's grip. Not knowing what else to do, but unable to keep still
under the relentless stimulation, he grasped two of the ropes above him and
partially rose, hiking his body backward, so that he could see Bob work on
his organ. When he felt Ed's torso rise off the bed, Bob cast his eyes
upward, still keeping the hard cock in his mouth. When he saw that Ed had
grasped the ropes he let go and grinned up at him. "Thought you didn't want
to try the sling."

"Never mind that. Just get me off, man," Ed said urgently. "I want you to
swallow it."

"So impatient," Bob chuckled. "Just a sec, it's getting kind of dark in
here. I want to see what's going on." He rose, climbed onto the bed and
crawled toward Ed. "There's a light switch on the wall here behind you--"

Bob stretched out his arm, but did not flick the switch. Instead, in one
quick smooth motion, he snapped the leather collar shut around the wrist of
Ed's left hand that grasped the sling rope. It took a second for Ed to
realize what had happened and that his arm was trapped. He just had time to
shout, "hey--" before Bob did the same to his right wrist. Both his arms
were now pinioned to the sling.

"What the fuck are you doing, man?" Ed demanded. He wasn't scared yet, just
mad.

Bob grinned, and his dark eyes sparkled. "You came here because you wanted
to get off. Don't worry, you'll still get off. Just on my terms."

"Let me go, you perverted asshole," Ed shouted.

"You're going to have to stop that shouting, or I'll have to gag you. And I
assure you, that's not a pleasant sensation. Now which is it going to be?"

Ed changed his tack and began to struggle and flail with his limbs, hoping
somehow to dislodge himself. Immediately Bob was straddling his torso,
holding each of his arms still with surprising strength. He was still
smiling, but his eyes were now glinting with menace. He let go of one arm,
and Ed immediately swung at the man holding him prisoner. Bob dodged but
not fast enough--Ed's fist landed a glancing blow on his jaw. Bob cried out
with pain and a look of fury appeared on his face. Suddenly Ed felt
crushing pain between his legs--Bob had reached behind, taken hold of his
nuts and was squeezing them tighter and tighter. Ed squirmed, but the grip
continued to increase in force until he thought he would black out. "NO!
Please!" he screamed. Dimly he felt the agony recede slightly, but his
balls were not released.

"Ed," Bob said in a quiet voice, tightly controlled, "I only hurt you now
because you hurt me. But I can and will do it again unless you stay
quiet. Understand?"

Still faint with the pain, and now genuinely scared, Ed nodded
wordlessly. Without moving from his position atop Ed's body or releasing
his vulnerable parts, Bob reached down toward one side of the bed. When he
came up he held a thick black elastic strap in his free hand. He drew it
across Ed's chest and fastened it to something on the bedframe on the other
side. Hiking down Ed's body until he was sitting on his thighs, still
holding on to the balls, he repeated the process. Now two restraints
secured his prisoner's body to the bed.

Bob met Ed's eyes and grinned. "Comfy?" he asked. Ed stayed stonily
silent. "Thought so. Now for your legs." He released Ed's balls. Ed
considered trying to kick his head, but thought better of it. If he didn't
succeed in knocking Bob out, he would only anger him again, and then who
knew what this psycho might do. He lay unresisting as Bob raised first one
leg, then the other, and slipped each through a leather loop at the end of
the two remaining ropes. The loops were then tightened and buckled securely
around each ankle. His legs were held far enough apart by the restraints so
that his cheeks were separated and his asshole was exposed.

Bob looked down with satisfaction at his handiwork. Ed was naked, tied to
the bed, his arms and legs hanging uselessly in the air. All of the younger
man's private parts, in rear as well as in front, were easily
accessible. Now he had to gather up the necessary equipment for the session
that was about to begin. He might have to go out to get some of the
stuff--he'd better silence Ed for the time being. Bob opened a drawer in
the end table by the bed and took out two large handkerchiefs and another
short leather strap.

"What are you going to do?" he heard Ed ask.

"Just some temporary measures to keep you quiet. I'm going out for a little
while--I really didn't expect the pleasure of your company this afternoon,
so I don't have all the stuff I need. Besides, I think you need some time
to recover from our little tussle, don't you?" He wadded up the
handkerchief into a ball, forced Ed's mouth open and stuffed the gag
in. Then he folded the other handkerchief into a triangle, positioned it
over Ed's mouth and tied it behind his head, drawing it tight. Next, he
brought Ed's already imprisoned arms together, looped the leather strap
around both wrists, pulled it tight and buckled it shut. Ed's arms were now
lashed together over his head. Ignoring his prisoner's muffled protests and
eyes wide with terror, he knelt by the side of the bed and brought his face
close to Ed's, so close that Ed could feel Bob's warm breath on his cheek.

"Listen up, buddy," he said softly. "I know you think I'm an ugly old
fart. Guys who are hung and look like you can be so damn arrogant. Don't
worry, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to show you that I'm more
than a mouth you can use and throw away. There's more to getting off than
whether the other guy passes your beauty test. By the time this afternoon
is over you'll not only be drained of all your cum, you'll be begging me to
do it again," and as Ed shook his head in violent disagreement, said, "Oh
yes, you will."

He got up and dressed himself, then looked once more at his captive. "I'll
be back in a little. You'll wait, won't you? Good," Bob smiled, and left Ed
to ponder his fate.

END OF PART TWO-to be continued

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, PART THREE by K. Nitsua. Copyright 1998 by the author.

Ed never knew how long he lay bound and immobilized on Bob's bed, his mind
seething with mingled terror and fury. His worst nightmare had come
true--he had let himself be trapped by a nutcase. He thought about trying
to escape but Bob had done his work well. Try as he might, his bound arms
could not reach the leather straps that encircled his ankles. Even if he
had been able to get his legs free, releasing his arms was a hopeless
prospect--not only were they tied together with another leather strap, but
each hand was shackled to a rope with a locked cuff that could only be
opened with a key. Without his hands there was no way he could unfasten the
elastic body restraints that held him on the bed. His head and shoulders
were held up in the air and his upper body trembled from exhaustion. Jesus,
what was going to happen to him? There was nothing he could do but wait for
Bob's return.

Finally he heard the door downstairs open. "Hello, anybody home?" Bob's
voice called. Footsteps ascended the stairs and he entered the bedroom,
carrying a plastic bag. He smiled. "Oh, forgot you couldn't answer. Hope I
wasn't gone too long." He eyed Ed's helpless form critically. "I wasn't
very nice to you, was I, leaving you hanging in the air like that. You must
be tired." Ed averted his eyes, willing himself to ignore his captor's
taunting, even though his muscles were indeed throbbing. "Well, let's make
you a little more comfortable," Bob said. He took hold of a cord hanging
from one corner of the bedroom and, after some maneuvering, let out the
ropes to which Ed's arms were fastened enough so that he was able to lie
back on the bed. Despite the relief of having his body supported Ed kept
his head up, not taking his eyes off Bob. The older man smiled again. "You
know, I think I'm going to leave the gag in just a while longer. There's
still too much fight in your eyes, I don't trust you not to make trouble."
He quickly began to remove his clothes again. Ed noticed now that his body,
while slender, was wiry and muscular, his stomach taut and flat. Bob's
strength, aided by Ed's unwariness, had been all too apparent in the
earlier struggle. Bob finished stripping and stood naked at the foot of the
bed. His own organ stood out stiffly in front of him as he looked Ed over
once more. "I'll have to tell you Ed, you look hotter than ever, tied up
and spreadeagled like that. I'm looking forward to this."

He sat on the bed and reached toward Ed's body with one hand. "You have a
gorgeous chest--must take a lot of hours in the gym." His hand passed
lightly over the pectoral muscles as he spoke and Ed shivered in
response. "And such lovely nipples," Bob said, grasping one very gently
between the nails of his thumb and forefinger, then squeezing suddenly so
that a jolt of pain shot through Ed. All Ed could manage was a wordless
squeal of protest, which prompted a chuckle. "Yes, they are sensitive,
aren't they?" Bob now began to stroke both tits very lightly with his two
middle fingers, just enough so that Ed began to breathe more quickly as the
pleasure began to overcome his resistance. His cock began to lengthen and
harden on his belly, a fact that was not lost on Bob. "You're going to love
this," he said, as he broke off momentarily and reached again into the
endtable drawer. He brought out a short metal chain with two clips on both
ends. The clips had serrated teeth, and each was loosened and tightened
with a small screw in back. Bob positioned one on Ed's right nipple and
began to turn the screw slowly, until he could see Ed begin to fidget with
discomfort. "We'll leave it that tight for the moment, shall we?" He did
the same with the other clip to Ed's left nipple. "Now let's test it to see
if it's secure," Bob said, giving an abrupt downward tug to the chain that
now extended across Ed's chest. He was rewarded with a muffled yell of
anguish. "Good and tight, eh? Keep those titties nice and hard," Bob said
jovially. "Fuck you," Ed shouted. Though his words were obscured by the
gag, the meaning was unmistakable. "Ed?" Bob said quietly. "I do believe
you cursed at me. That's not good. We may have to restrain those nipples a
little further because of that. Let's see--" rummaging around in the
endtable drawer, Bob triumphantly brought out a leather cockring, and held
it up before Ed. It was an ordinary model, with a small metal eyelet
attached. Bob quickly fastened it around Ed's partly swollen cock and
balls, then fished in the drawer once more and brought out an elastic
strap, a smaller version of the two that were holding Ed on the bed, only
this one had two small hooks at each end. Bob hooked one end to the
cockring just above Ed's dick, then stretched it until it reached the chain
of the tit clamps. He hooked it on, and the short elastic immediately
bounced back, drawing the chain a sizable distance downwards. This prompted
another yell from Ed as his tits were pulled almost to an unbearable
degree. He began to squirm and writhe in his bonds, trying somehow to
escape the mixed pain and pleasure.

Bob watched the futile struggle, noting with satisfaction that Ed's cock
was now fully hard. He was an expert at sizing up men, and forcing them to
confront hidden desires they had never even admitted to themselves. He had
suspected, when Ed let himself be penetrated back in the men's room, that
here was a guy who might let himself be controlled in other ways. He was
not surprised that he had succeeded in persuading Ed to come to his place,
even though he clearly wasn't much attracted to Bob physically. All during
the car ride Bob's mind had been working furiously, coming up with ways to
entrap him--and the hunk had played right into his hands! Ed would never
have put himself in such a vulnerable position, Bob knew, if he hadn't
wanted this all along. Now, Bob's task--for him, a immensely pleasant
one--was to convince Ed of this fact.

Bob now reached into his plastic bag that he had brought back with him, and
opened a cardboard box of surgical latex gloves. "Time to open up the back
way," he announced. He snapped a glove onto his right hand. He then got off
the bed, found his discarded shorts, took out a tube of lubricant from the
pocket, and applied it to his latex-covered fingers. Positioning himself
between Ed's captive legs, he stared into Ed's face as he slowly pushed two
fingers into the opening between the cheeks. Ed's protests this time were
distinctly less vehement. The rage and pain that had been prevalent in his
eyes were giving way to something else. Bob felt his fingertips touch the
round firmness of the prostate gland, and began to jab at it with quick,
firm strokes. The sounds that came from Ed's muffled mouth now were not
shouts, but grunts. He was steadily weakening under Bob's skilled
assault. Quickened breathing whistled laboriously through his nose. Precum
was now seeping freely from the tip of his cock. With his left hand, he
spread the clear fluid over the engorged glans. Ed's eyes were closed now
and soft whimpering noises were coming from his gagged mouth. He lifted his
lower body off the bed, thrusting with his pelvis, trying to get some
friction against Bob's hand. Bob saw what he was up to and immediately let
go of the eager cock. Ed slumped back on the bed, and the sound that came
from him now was an unmistakable moan of frustration.

"Not yet, my friend," Bob said, enjoying all of this immensely. "We have a
ways to go yet. Now that I've got you opened up a bit, we're ready for
this." Stripping off the glove, he reached again into his supply of sex
toys. This time, he brought out a strange-looking object. It resembled a
short vibrator or dildo in shape, being about five inches long, cylindrical
and covered in latex. The cylinder narrowed toward the base, which flared
out in a circular flange designed to hold the toy firmly in place once
inserted. There were two attachments to the base. The first was a cord,
extending from the base and leading to a small power pack with two switches
on it. The second was a short rubber hose with a rubber squeeze bulb on the
end.

"I had to go out to get batteries for this baby. It's been a long time
since I've used it--I reserve it for my most special scenes. Like you, Ed
buddy." He smiled. "I'll give you a little demonstration before we actually
put it to use." He took the plastic bag and drew out a pack of two AA
batteries, which he proceeded to install in the toy's power pack. "Now, are
you ready? The first switch has three settings--it's the vibrator control."
He moved his thumb on the power pack and a low humming began. "We can go
all the way from gentle, to medium, to heavy," Bob said, flicking the
switch to demonstrate. At the "heavy" setting, the humming was a loud buzz
and Ed could see the dildo visibly vibrating. Bob flicked the power
off. "Believe me, you'll enjoy the `heavy' when we get there. Now, this
thing has two other features I really like." He gave the rubber bulb a few
quick squeezes and the toy immediately increased in diameter. "Once it's
inside, we can really make it fit snugly, for maximum effect. But the
absolute best is this second switch. I've never been able to find anything
like it again. It's a pulse control, and it does this." He thumbed the
switch and the dildo abruptly bent upward at the tip, returning to its
former position when the switch was released. "So you see, it does just
what my hand's been doing to you--only it's a lot bigger and vibrating like
mad at the same time. Sound like fun? Let's see." He took up the tube of
lubricant and squeezed it out generously, spreading more first on the cleft
between Ed's buttocks, then on the toy. He then positioned it at the anal
opening and began to push it slowly in. He felt Ed trying to resist with
his ass muscles and pushed harder. The toy abruptly slid in an inch or so
and Bob heard Ed give a scream of genuine pain. "Now Ed, it hurts because
you're tense and resisting. Tell me, do you think I'm going to give up and
just leave you alone?" When his prisoner didn't answer right away, Bob
grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled his face close to his so that
their faces were almost touching. "Maybe you didn't hear me. Do you think
I'm going to stop now? Answer yes or no."

After a pause, Ed slowly shook his head. "That's a good guess. So, you
should be smart enough to know that it will hurt less if you relax and stop
resisting." He released Ed's head and pulled the dildo out, but positioned
it again at the opening. "Now, let's try it again." This time, as he began
to push slowly, he heard a sigh from Ed and the dildo slid in easily, until
the flared base was flush with Ed's buttcheeks. "Good boy. That's not so
bad, is it? And it's going to get better." He gave the rubber bulb several
quick squeezes and Ed cried out as the toy swelled in size, pressing
against the sides of his rectum. "Now the vibrator." He flicked the switch
to the first position and the dildo began to vibrate in Ed's ass.

Ed's head was spinning with mixed emotions. The humiliation of having to
surrender to this violation of his body battled with with surprise at the
pleasure it was causing. When the vibration began, it sent shock waves
through not only his ass, but also his balls and dick. He threw his head
back, abandoning himself to the pleasure, but pulled it up abruptly when he
felt Bob grasp his cock again. It had softened a bit as he concentrated on
the feelings from his ass, but now quickly grew hard once more as Bob mixed
the precum already wetting it with copious amounts of lubricant. "I'm not
going to blow you again, Ed. I can give you a bit more--variety, shall we
say--with my hands. You may want to watch this--who knows, you might even
learn something."

So Ed watched as Bob went to work on his cock and balls. Since the dildo
was held tightly in place, both by the inflation and the flange, his
tormentor had both hands at his disposal. Holding Ed's balls down firmly
with his left hand, Bob first gripped Ed's shaft equally firmly, moving his
closed hand up excruciatingly slowly until he reached the head, whereupon
he whipped it sharply upward. The process was repeated perhaps ten times,
each hard but extremely short stroke to the glans drawing a sharp intake of
breath from the captive. Bob then switched to quick twisting strokes on the
head alone, again drawing his hand sharply away between each one, breaking
contact long enough that the excitement never built up enough to push Ed to
orgasm. Then, Bob traveled again up the erect shaft with his closed hand,
this time squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Then came
simple quick hard strokes upward on the entire erect organ, with about a
second's pause between each. Occasionally he would stop to rest his hand,
then Bob would begin the cycle again, all the while keeping the pressure on
Ed's scrotum with his other hand.

As this slow masturbation continued, Ed began to whimper helplessly from
the combination of the intermittent shocks of pleasure Bob was drawing from
his cock, and the continual sensual stimulation of the vibrator up his ass,
not to mention the pressure on his tits. Try as he might, he couldn't will
himself to the point of no return, and it was driving him insane with
frustration. Just then, Bob reached down and flipped the vibrator switch up
a notch. He also thumbed the second switch and drew another gasp from Ed as
the end of the dildo poked upward into his prostate. After about a dozen
more flicks of Bob's thumb, a recognizable word issued from Ed's gagged
mouth. "Did you say please, Ed?" Bob inquired blandly. The noise came again
in answer. "Oh, I get it, please turn it up a little more." Bob flicked the
vibrator switch to maximum intensity and Ed began to squirm and thrash
again, his entire body now covered with a sheen of sweat, a continual
stream of incoherent noise now emanating from behind the gag. "Please,
please," Bob heard him say again.

Bob thought a moment, then said, "Ed, I really don't know what you
want. I'd like to give you a break and remove the gag, but I can only do it
if you promise not to scream or make trouble. Nod your head if you agree,
and remember that I still have a hold of your balls." Ed jerked his head up
and down frantically. "Okay, then," Bob said, untying the handkerchief and
pulling the cloth out of Ed's mouth. Ed took air in great gasps, then
turned his eyes toward Bob. All resistance was gone and only abject
pleading remained. "Please man. I can't stand it. You gotta let me come."

"You're doing very well, I must say," Bob replied. "Better than I thought
you would. I've been keeping track of how long our little session has gone
on. It's been fifty-two minutes since I put those tit clamps on, and you've
maintained your arousal all this time. You're really quite a healthy young
man."

"Please. I'm begging you." Ed was almost weeping with frustration
now. "Please. Pleee---" the last plea changed to a wail as Bob gave another
sharp stroke to his organ, while simultaneously making the dildo poke
upward by flicking the switch again.

"Well, you have been very cooperative, I'll give you that. And you do seem
more than ready to make your delivery. Tell you what, Ed, I'll ask you a
few simple questions. If you can answer them to my satisfaction, then,
well, nirvana is yours. Ready?"

Ed nodded wordlessly, his eyes screwed shut in anguish.

"Are you an arrogant bastard with way too much attitude?"

Ed's eyes flew open, the hostility in them momentarily returning. Bob
jerked the chain that clamped his nipples, and Ed screamed. "I need to hear
you say it, mister."

"Yes! I'm an...arrogant bastard with way too much attitude."

"Do you admit that you deserve the treatment I've been giving you?"

"Yes." Bob thumbed the dildo into Ed's prostate again, drawing another
cry. "Yes, what, mister? Say it."

"Yes, I deserve the treatment you've been giving me."

"Last question, Ed. You want me to do this again, don't you? If I give you
my number, you'd be calling me in a few days, begging me to tie you up
again. Isn't that right?" No answer from his prisoner. "Ed, answer me."
Still no answer.

Bob put his palm to the base of the dildo and gave it a hard shove, pushing
it even further in, while giving another sharp downward tug to Ed's
balls. Ed screamed out "Yes! Yes!"

"Yes, WHAT?" Bob shouted, pulling even harder on the nuts. His eyes burned
black with excitement.

"Yes, I want you to do this again! Yes! Yes, please, do it again, sir!"

Bob chuckled in satisfaction at the admissions he had wrung from his
captive. "Well done, Ed, my boy. You may have your reward." He bent and
this time took Ed's long-suffering organ into his mouth. Simultaneously, he
took the dildo, still buried in Ed's rectum and vibrating furiously all
this time, and, using the thumb control, began to rock it up and down
continously.

Ed saw stars as the warm tight heat of Bob's mouth surrounded his dick. As
much as he could with the restraints, he began to thrust upward with his
pelvis as Bob slid up and down on the shaft, gripping it tightly with his
lips. Short cries began to issue from him as he felt his load began to
gather in his nuts. Finally the first jet of sperm gushed out of the tip of
his penis into Bob's waiting mouth. He shot again and again, emptying all
the cum that had built up inside him during the long afternoon of Bob's
sexual torment, while a long, drawn-out wail of utter release welled up out
of him. His face was twisted in a grimace and his eyes were screwed
shut. His helpless hands clenched and unclenched spasmodically.

Even Bob was amazed at the quantity of the load that gushed down his
throat. He swallowed as quickly as he could, but nevertheless some of the
liquid dripped out of the corners of his mouth and fell onto Ed's heaving
stomach, pooling in his navel. Bob realized that he was excited almost to
the point of coming himself, and knew where he wanted to deposit his
load. Rising, and wiping his mouth, he snapped the vibrator switch on the
dildo to "off" and gently withdrew it from Ed's rectum. He heard one last
gasp as the end of the toy popped out of the younger man's sensitized
orifice. Quickly, he lubricated his own stiff cock and positioned himself
between Ed's strapped legs, grasping his bound ankles. "Now Ed, I claim my
reward," Bob said, and pushed with his pelvis. Still reeling and almost
unconscious from the force of his long-delayed orgasm, Ed put up no
resistance, and Bob's cock slid easily into the opening. The older man
began fucking Ed with quick, furious thrusts. This final subjugation of his
captive lasted for only a short while--Bob was more than ready to cum after
this session too, and in less than a minute his chest began to heave and
wordless cries came from him, too, as he shot his load deep into Ed's ass.

As Bob's breathing began to ease and his thrusts slowed, he opened his eyes
and met Ed's gaze looking upward at him. He noticed for the first time what
color Ed's eyes were--a deep blue--and tried to comprehend the emotion now
in them. There was no longer fear nor hatred, but something unfathomable.
Bob knew that what they had just been through together would bind them
together more closely than many lifelong partners.

All this passed through his mind in an instant, then he withdrew and began
to release his captive. He unscrewed the tit clamps and removed the chain,
leather strap and cockring. Ed cried out again in pain as the blood rushed
back into his nipples. "I know," Bob said, gently now, "it hurts worst just
after you take them off." He untied Ed's ankles and lowered the legs to the
bed. He loosened the leather straps that bound Ed's hands together, then
took a key from the bedside drawer. Briefly it occurred to him that Ed
might strike back when he freed his arms, but he really didn't think so,
not after that look he had seen in his eyes. He unlocked both of the cuffs
around Ed's wrists in turn, watching him very closely. Ed let his arms drop
to the bed for a moment, then raised them rapidly to Bob's head. Fear
flashed through Bob for an instant, until he realized that Ed's hands were
gentle. They pulled Bob's face to his and their mouths met in a kiss, Ed's
lips and tongue soft and hungry under Bob's, a last gesture of surrender.
After a while Bob released himself and looked down on Ed's face. The blue
eyes sparkled with tears. Bob smiled, for the first time without any
malice. "I'll let you up now so you can get cleaned up." He got off the
bed, knelt down and released the catch on the body restraints.  "Everything
you need is in the bathroom. I'll put your clothes in there for you," he
said, picking up Ed's shorts, t-shirt and Nikes where they had been
discarded long ago. He walked to the bathroom and put the clothes on the
lowered lid of the commode and the shoes on the floor. As he returned to
the bedroom, he saw that Ed had risen toward the bed and was coming toward
him. Bob thought once more what a handsome man he was. Somehow he had
gotten drawn in deeper than he intended. He would remember this afternoon
for a long time, maybe for always. The intense, longing expression was
still in Ed's eyes, but Bob forced his voice to stay casual. "I'll get
dressed and wait downstairs for you." He put his hand on Ed's shoulder as
they passed each other, a friendly pat, no more.

During the car ride back to campus they said very little. Ed's entire body
ached from the long restraint and the various indignities he had suffered,
but he hardly noticed. His mind was tormented with confused thoughts. He
ought to go to the police and report this assault, but all he wanted was
for it to happen again, and soon.

Finally they reached the library where it had all begun. "Well, here we
are," Bob said, cheerfully bland. "Thanks for coming by."

Ed opened the car door and got out slowly. He looked back and said
haltingly, "Bob--"

"What, Ed?" Bob asked. "Forget something?"

"I--" Ed could hardly get the words out. "I thought you were going to give
me your number."

Bob looked at him for a long moment. He finally said, "Ed, I want to tell
you that I haven't enjoyed anything in a long time as much as I enjoyed
this afternoon. Someday, you'll understand what I'm going to say next. Some
things are perfect as they are." When Ed still didn't move, he said,
meaningfully, "You take care of yourself."

Bob pulled the car door shut and drove off. Ed stood there a long time in
the fading light of early evening.

END