Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 21:08:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brad C. <open_minded28@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Live-in Male Slave'  {Brad Carody} ( MM bd ) [1!1]

My wife had taken the kids to visit her parents in Florida.  Gone for the
week, it left me free to catch up on a lot of the maintenance we had talked
about for some time now.  Most of it was simple projects that I could do
after work and on the weekends, stuff that was otherwise made difficult by
the typical schedules and traffic of everyone being home.  I didn't mind
the work, enjoyed it actually.  Well, I didn't exactly enjoy the WORK, but
I did like having the house to myself.  I ate what and when I wanted, took
breaks to watch movies (porn, mostly!), and enjoyed the freedoms of
bachelorhood all over again.  Except sex.  That was one thing I had plenty
of in the bachelor days, but not now.  And boy, did I miss it!  My wife was
pretty, with big tits and a great pussy.  But that wasn't the problem.  The
problem was that he was not interested in sex much at all.  For the first
several years of my marriage to her, I basically went without.  We had sex
about once a month, sometimes once every two months.  I got less than 5
blowjobs a year, on the average, and I was just not happy sexually.

Thats when I discovered the internet.  I quickly discovered that whatever
you could want was available on the world wide web!  I had a really tough
time finding women for no strings sex, but I did find that there were an
awful lot of men willing to substitute!  My first few experiences taught me
that a man can easily replace a woman, and often out perform her!  Soon
after this great discovery, my wife and I had been discussing her return to
work and having the house cared for.  Being back in the workforce, he could
no longer keep up with daily chores like laundry and cooking.  It only made
sense to hire someone.

We began interviewing for live-in help.  There were a lot of very capable
candidates, and we eventually settled on a guy (surprise!) that seemed to
be perfect.  I did a little extra voting and pushing for him, because I
sensed that he might be game for more than just housework, but Beth really
liked him too.  He was soft spoken, mild mannered, and really seemed to
know what he was doing.  I think the fact that he was good looking
certainly helped to persuade her, too!  We set him up in an in-law
apartment off the back of the house and he started in December of that
year.  Now it was three months later and life couldnt have been more
perfect.  Well, I supose it could have been if my wife and I had a marriage
where we were completely happy and fullfilled in all areas, but that
obviously wasnt going to happen.

In lieu of that, though, she was now happy with a successful career, the
house was in great hands, and I had a new sex partner!  I was right about
Brad.  He claimed himself bisexual, but he really seemed to look forward to
sex with me.  It began with him giving me blowjobs and progressed from
there.  At every available opportunity, I now worked from home.  Well, I
said I worked anyway.

It usually amounted to getting a few hours of work done and LOTS of sex.
Most often, we ended up fucking like teenagers, then taking a break to hang
out, eat, shower, and have more sex.  I was very happy, very satisfied, and
had about as much sex as I could handle.

My favorite mornings were the ones I slept in on.  After the wife and kids
were gone, Brad would sneak into the bedroom and wake me with a blowjob.
His mouth was so perfect and the way that he loved my cock, stroking it and
kissing it and licking it, WOW!  That generally turned into a suck and fuck
fest, with arms and legs and clothing going in every direction!

On this particular day, as I made my way to the shower, I thought about a
lot of our encounters.  He had defnitely worked out to be an amazing guy
and I was very glad for him! He was genuinely nice and easy to talk to.  He
was interesting and smart, and loved sex like I did.  Although he
definitely enjoyed the reciprocation, it really seemed as though he lived
to get me off.  When he sucked my cock, it was as if he couldnt wait for
it, like a junkie looking for a fix.  At first, I felt very selfish and
guilty about not reciprocating.  Now, I realized that if I never did again,
he wouldn't mind!

On this particular morning, I had done a fair amount of work around the
house and now I was enjoying a long hot shower, thinking about Brad and
quickly building up a strong desire for him.  I turned the water off and
stepped out, drying my body and heading for the bedroom.  For this week,
with everyone away, I had made Brad my sex slave.  He stayed in the bedroom
most of the time, always naked, always ready for me.  He lay there now, his
wrists tied to the bedposts with long silk scarves and the covers pulled up
to his navel. I stood there for a moment, drinking in his beauty.  I am not
attracted to men, but he did have a very nice body.  He was muscular and
trim, with almost no body hair.  He had long blonde hair that framed a
handsome face with rugged features.

I knew he wore nothing now, and I climbed into bed next to him, slowly
pulling down the sheet to reveal his manhood.  He was roughly my height,
but his cock was about an inch bigger than mine, and thicker too.  It lay
against him now, soft on his belly.  For as much as I am not attracted to
men, I do enjoy the sight of a cock.  I find them quite nice to look at and
his was no exception!

He was helpless to do anything but wait for me, so I took my time in
lowering the sheets, exposing him an inch at a time.  He was becoming
aroused by my presence and teasing, and his cock twitched in response.  I
liked it that he was in my control, and I didn't want to rush this.
Besides, I was REALLY horny and needed to get some relief.  So I drew
myself up to my knees, and placed my hips near his head.

"Suck it for me," I whispered.

He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes filled with greed as he focused on my
hard cock.  I edged closer to him, and he parted his lips for me, looking
up at me with that sexy, "I'm all yours" look that he seemed so good at. I
groaned in pleasure as I slid into his mouth, my penis registering all the
incredible sensations that only he could give.  I had received a fair
amount of blowjobs in my life, but his mouth was different.  So warm, wet,
and perfect.  he made love to my cock, slowly working up and down the
shaft, cradling my balls and tenderly sucking on me.  Today, however, he
was bound and couldn't work his usual magic on me.  Instead, I slowly
worked my hips for him, sliding wetly in and out of his mouth, him tongue
dancing across my searing flesh and building the desire in me.

"Oh, god," I moaned, unable to control myself.

I wanted to drive deep, to sink my penis fully into him, but was afraid I'd
hurt him or choke him.  He sucked and slurped noisily on me as I fed him,
careful not to go too fast or deep.  I cradled his head in my hands,
running my fingers through his hair and helping to support his head as I
made love to his mouth, nearly coming from the heady sexual pleasure
coursing through me.  I pulled out once, when I was so close to coming that
I didnt think I could stop.  It took all the willpower I could muster to do
it!

His cock was fully erect now and so inviting.  I grasped his knees and drew
his legs up, slipping in between them and lowering the head of my penis to
his waiting asshole.  I moved it around with my hand, pushing gently
against his bud, then across his balls and cock.  He could do nothing in
his bonds but enjoy as I grasped our cocks in one hand and stroked them
together, slowly slipping my hand up and down the two shafts as one.

I backed away for a moment then, lubing my finger and slowly finger fucking
him, pulling out to massage his puckered asshole.  I spent some time
rubbing his hard cock too, gently cupping his balls and working the whole
package, alternating grips and tension as I explored him.  Then I lubed my
own cock and I eased up again, this time pressing the head of my cock
against him.  I replaced my finger with penis, and very slowly, very gently
slid into him.  This took several minutes, as I did not want to hurt him,
and I continually rubbed his throbbing cock as I did it.  Finally, I
slipped fully into him.  I held there for a moment longer, letting him
stretch to accomodate me, letting the small pain dissolve to pleasure.
Ever so carefully, I began to fuck him then, holding his hips strongly in
my hands, sliding into him like a hand in a glove, so tight and so
perfectly.  My body was on autopilot now and gone were the slow, measured
steps of a man teasing his partner with pleasure.

I began to fuck him with passion and great need, driving into him, both of
us rocking with unbridled passion.  I was about to cum.  I quickly withdrew
from him, moving up to his head again, and again he opened his mouth for
me, welcoming my glistening cock, groaning with lust as it slid past his
lips.  He tried to bob his head, to suck me off while I kneeled next to
him, but his restraints made it very difficult.  I let him struggle for a
moment, because it was so powerfully sexy, but then grasped his head in my
hands again, holding him gently as I did the movements for him, sliding in
and out of his hot mouth.  I allowed myself to cum this time, my body
racked with incredible waves of pleasure as I came in his mouth, and he
continued to suck me, swallowing my cum and giving me another incrediblely
erotic image in my mind.

Now that I had cum, I was much more in control.  I reluctantly withdrew
from his mouth, and went between his legs again.

This time, I drew him legs up, but positioned my mouth before his awaiting
sex.  I was in love with his cock.  It was so strong and big, yet so soft,
so sensual.  I wanted to attack it, to lick it with lust and suck and
fondle until we had both had our fill.  Somehow, I managed to restrain
myself.  Instead, I gently pulled my mouth close to his skin, my breath
teasingly hot against him.  I nuzzled along the inner thighs, just next to
his scrotum, but still did not touch him with my tongue or fingers.
Several times, he bucked his hips up to meet me, his passion driving him
against my mouth.

Each time, I rewarded him with a wet kiss, but no more.  Finally, I slipped
my tongue out to touch him.  I chose to lie the tip of my tongue against
the entrance to his ass, but did not move it.  Then, ever so slowly, I slid
it in him, relishing the taste of his skin and of our sex. My tongue inside
him, I began to move it, licking him from his lovely pink rosebud to the
tip of his cock.  I used the large, flat side of my tongue to do it, very
wetly and very slowly.  I then brought my fingers into play, at first
stroking his legs, his tummy, any part of his flesh I could reach.  As I
focused more effort on his cock, I shifted my hands to where my mouth was,
rubbing the soft skin around his sex and gingerly exploring the warm
entrance there.  His groans of pleasure encouraged me and I increased
pressure and rhythm, now licking his cock with urgent ador.  I was mad with
pleasure myself, grabbing his ass checks hard in my rough hands, pulling
him to me and licking him like this was my last taste of heaven ever on
earth.

My tongue lashed against his helpless body, and he pulled against his
tethers as I attacked his cock, licking and kissing it and fingering him
like there was nothing else around us, that we were in a cosmos emtpy of
everything but each other.  His hips bucked and I could stand it no
longer. I finally took his cock into my mouth, sucking him deep into my
mouth and holding there, pushing him as far into my throat as I could,
tightening my mouth and tongue around him, encasing his cock in a wet
wonderland of pressure. I held there, letting him fuck my mouth with wild
thrusts, running my tongue over his shaft and several times gagging from
the depth, but I held on, overwhelmed with his need to be in my mouth,
enthralled with the pleasure I was able to give him.  Then once more I took
advantage of his slavery and bondage and I drew myself up onto my knees.  I
thrust my cock into him in one merciless thrust, driving into him until our
bodies touched and I lie over him, both us of us frenzied with lust.

I fucked him hard like that, slamming into his ass with as much force as I
could manage, reveling in the beauty of the scene and the pleasure in the
action.  Then I pulled out again, and rolled him over, still bound to the
headboard.  He raised himself up, his head and shoulders against the
pillows, his hips up in the air, awaiting me.  I crawled up behind him,
finding his tortured ass as hot and wet as ever.  With his gorgeous ass in
the air, I pressed my face against his sex again, slathering his penis with
as much force as I could muster,bathing his entire cock with my mouth, and
even working my finger into him as I did so, slipping it in and out as I
tongued him.

Then I drew up against him once more, pushing into him and fucking him with
long, slow strokes, loving the sight of him still bound and there for my
pleasure.  I was king, and feeling as good as a man possibly could, my cock
burried deep in the most amazing ass on earth, with the incredibly sexy
form of my partner beneath me, bound and ready to serve me and my every
whim.  I stroked his hair, ran my hands over his strong back, down his
sides, and under him to his stiff cock.  I masssaged his balls, hefting
them and rolling them gently in my palms, before grasping his shaft in my
fist and gently stroking it, my cock buried to the hilt in his ass.  I ran
my hands across his smooth tummy and back to his hips.  Again it was too
much for me and I began to fuck him again, this time holding his hips
tightly and fucking him as hard as I dared, our bodies singing like
instruments, our pleasure building in crescendo.  I marvereled at his body
as I pounded against him, continuing my assault.

Finally, in a flood too intense to describe, I pumped my cum deep into his
ass, cuming for what seemed an eternity.  As I regained control over my
body and the orgasm subsided, I withdrew from him and let him roll onto his
side.  I spooned him then, with my now softening cock pressed against his
asshole, my arms wrapped around his torso.  As we lay there recovering, my
breathing returning to normal, I began to fondle his cock again, enjoying
the softer touch now, exploring it and tenderly rubbing it, feeling the
silky smooth skin under my fingertips.  This, of course, led to his arousal
and he pushed his ass back against my cock, stimulating me until we started
all over again...