Date: Mon, 9 Aug 1999 22:07:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Obedient Bottom <obedient_bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Former Boyfriend Has His Way

Last summer, Sean and Greg were in a heated affair, enjoying their first
tastes of sex, losing their virginity to each other. Greg was a cute, fit,
sexually submissive 16-year-old.  Sean, the same age, was a walking,
talking Soloflex poster--the more of life he experienced, the more his ego
grew. And he could readily afford a large ego, as every part of his young,
immaculate body--chest, biceps, abdomen, thighs, ass, cock.everything-- was
made up of smooth, hairless, muscular, flawless flesh that even Adonis and
Apollo would envy. He was as hot as they come, and he knew it. The fact
that he knew it only fueled his increasingly demanding ego and dominant
sexual nature. Greg loved to worship Sean, and Sean thrived on having his
body worshipped and his will obeyed. That summer last year, the two boys
exploring the new world of sex and homosexuality were a perfect match.

After only months together, focusing their youthful, vigorous lust on each
other, Sean's ego began needing more feeding than Greg alone could
provide. He demanded not just one boy-toy to lust after him and pay homage
to his smooth muscles, but two, three, or perhaps more. And then he
branched out and tried seeing some girls, as well. He began to play, and
play to the point where his first, young love, Greg, was left behind to
fend for himself and find new lovers. Sean wanted to conquer new subjects
and enjoy everything in life that his good looks and incomparable body
earned him. What Sean didn't realize was that Greg was obediently and
lustfully attached to Sean. Sean's ego blinded him at even considering
Greg's feelings. However, as time moved on, so did Greg. Greg knew that he
always would have a special place in his heart for Sean, but he also came
to realize that he was happy to have had the time he did with Sean. There
were always more fish in the sea, no matter how delicious and incredible
Greg's first catch was.

And now it is the summer after their sexual awakening together. The year is
1984. Sean lives with two mutual friends of his and Greg's. Sean and Greg
still work together and remain friendly. Sean's new roommates--the two
straight friends--live in bedrooms upstairs from Sean in the spacious,
rich, suburban townhome. Sean lives down in the vast and nicely decorated
garden-level basement. Greg often came over and visited everyone, Sean
included. And Sean, when he was there, always had time and kind words for
Greg.

On this night, Greg was sitting on the end of Sean's bed, just two feet or
so from the television screen. Sean's bed lay on the floor, without a bed
frame or such, and thus was very low to the ground. Greg had wandered down
into Sean's room to say hi. Sean was almost finished changing clothes in
preparation for this particular Friday night's date. And tonight, his date
was with a girl. Which didn't come as a surprise to Greg, but it did make
him a bit jealous.

So, while the two continued to exchange some humorous barbs about work and
wild jabs at coworkers, Sean splashed some cologne on his neck and bare
chest. He walked back and forth in front of Greg, between the bed and the
television, looking at things in his dresser then looking at things in his
closet. He wore only a pair of skin-tight designer jeans and shoes. And he
knew that Greg's eyes were locked onto his strong chest, powerful back and
exquisite ass--which only served to make Sean happier while making Greg a
touch sad, being so close to what he once had so freely and frequently but
now being unable to taste.

Sean finally made up his mind on a shirt and slipped it over his bulging,
smooth arms, not buttoning even one button so that the garment hung off his
shoulders and exposed most of his hairless, perfect chest and abs. Sean,
standing in front of his closet, looking as sexy as a 17-year-old boy ever
could dream of looking, stared at Greg, who was adrift, lost in desire,
staring at Sean's chest and abs--and the protruding basket wrapped in tight
denim.

"Greg," was the only thing Sean said, in his low, soft-spoken, laid back
voice. Greg shook his head ever so faintly and the dreamy daze he had been
in lifted. To Sean, Greg at that moment must have looked like the cutest
puppy dog in the litter, looking up at Sean with cute, sad eyes. Sean
approached Greg, who still was sitting on the end of the low-lying bed,
facing the TV. Sean turned the volume of the TV set up, filling the room
with the music from a video from The Police. Sean stood in front of
Greg--he towered over his submissive, former lover, who sat humbly on
Sean's bed. Sean's shirt still was unbuttoned, exposing the stunningly
perfect flesh of his chest and stomach; the large bulge in his tight jeans
was eye level with Greg. "The door to upstairs is closed. I got about five
minutes before Heather gets here," Sean said softly, evenly, almost without
feeling or emotion, looking down upon his first partner.

He then matter-of-factly unbuttoned then unzipped his tight jeans. He
pushed the form- fitting pants down until they eventually fell to the
ground, revealing his tan, taut legs. The black bikini briefs he wore could
not contain his manhood. His cock jutted out from behind the thin,
skin-tight nylon material. The shaft of meat pointed straight up to his
abs, the tip reaching higher than his bellybutton. Sean whispered to Greg,
granting permission, almost taunting: "Worship it. Just like you used to."
The volcanic force of Greg's still- burning lust for Sean burst forth. Wild
horses could not have kept him off of Sean's god- like dick. And Sean knew
it.

Greg dropped the very short distance from his seated position on the bed's
edge down to the floor, where he knelt before his former lover. He began
kissing the engorged head of Sean's cock while carefully peeling Sean's
bikini briefs down his muscled thighs. As the briefs finally dropped into
the bunched-up jeans at Sean's ankles, Greg wrapped his hands around Sean's
firm ass, gripping a smooth, meaty cheek in each hand. He ran his tongue up
and down the long, hard dick, licking and tasting the very center of his
sexual universe.  Squeezing and feeling Sean's hot ass, Greg went down on
the massive cock, wrapping his lips securely around the slab and making his
mouth like a siphon that worked to the breaking point to release the
built-up priceless fluid inside Sean's meat. Greg's head bobbed up and down
in Sean's crotch as Sean, still standing, smiled like the subjugator he
knew he was, bracing himself against his television set, music videos still
booming from the TV speakers.

But suddenly, Sean heard a rush of footsteps upstairs, and then more, and
this meant Heather--the girl he was taking out tonight, a girl he knew
would wind up on her knees just like Greg--had arrived. Never one to lose
his cool, he said in a quiet, simple manner, "Finish it." And after a pause
he added, "And don't make a mess." Greg responded by kissing the tender
underside of Sean's cockhead, licking the long, rock-hard shaft of godmeat,
and then clenching his lips around the beast as tight as he could as he
pumped the coveted piece.

In a matter of moments, Greg felt Sean's hands grip his head, force-feeding
the long, thick cock down Greg's throat. Before he could offer Sean's
manhood one more obedient kiss or suck, the monster dick spasmed and began
emptying its hot, creamy load of come into Greg. More often than not, when
they were lovers only a year before, Sean would pull out and shoot his load
of white-hot semen in Greg's face. Occasionally, Sean would make Greg drink
from the dominant hunk's beautiful cock. Tonight, Greg had no choice. At
first, Sean's dick was so far in Greg that the precious hot come was
pouring down Greg's throat. Quickly realizing this, Sean pulled back so
that his cockhead was just barely in Greg's mouth, squirting more and more
hot, tasty semen on Greg's tongue and in Greg's waiting mouth. With a
masculine grunt followed by a satisfied, slow moan, Sean finally hit the
end of his orgasm and gently pulled his dick out of Greg's mouth. He then
looked down and enjoyed the site of Greg--still kneeling, relishing the
great load of valuable semen that totally filled his mouth. Greg then
looked up, deep into Sean's eyes, and swallowed all of Sean's seed, as he
knew he must.

"Hey, Sean! Heather's here," came the muffled yell of one of Sean's
roommates upstairs.  Sean pulled his black bikini briefs over his still
somewhat erect cock, stuffing the gorgeous meat into the tight nylon. He
casually buttoned his shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone. He then
tugged his second-skin designer jeans back on, tucking his shirt in and
ultimately feeling his own ass, doing this to make sure the jeans properly
showed off his taut, meaty, sexy buns. He gave a quick look in the mirror,
then turned on his heels and made his way for the short flight of steps up
to the door that led from his garden-level abode to the rest of the
townhome. Sean left Greg still kneeling, his come dripping from the corners
of Greg's mouth. "If you feel like watchin' some videos and looking through
my underwear drawer for awhile, go ahead. Just make sure you clean up
before you leave," Sean said, giving Greg a hurried wink and flashing him
the most devilishly charming of smiles. Sean climbed the steps, opened the
door, then shut the door behind him. Greg heard Sean's steps above as the
young hunk went to the kitchen of the townhome, grabbed his date Heather,
and left.

Greg got up off his knees only to collapse on Sean's bed. He lay there
listening to the music videos. Savoring the incomparable taste of Sean in
his mouth. Envying Heather.  Wishing he could squeeze into a micro-skirt
and stockings and throw on some makeup and a wig so he could take Heather's
place..

[I welcome comments, so please do write. The story is indeed true.
Essentially all I did was change the names of the three people mentioned.
I'd love, especially, to hear from other gay male bottoms who are very
submissive, though without actually being "slaves." My e-mail address is:
obedient_bottom@yahoo.com]