Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2005 19:47:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Bryan, part 1

Bryan approached the apartment with trepidation.
He'd run across this guy on line, a coach likes he
was, and he was happy he had.
He liked the distance, 45 minutes from his house and
across the Mississippi River in Illinois. Less chance
of his wife finding out, his school finding out.
The sports coach had been looking for cock to bang his
ass since he'd moved to the area 2 months ago. His
wife was native; he wasn't.
He was used to large cities, 100,000 or more. Here, the
"larger" towns were 5,000 with the occasional 50,000
along the way.
He pulled around the square in population 4,000 and
parked in front of the apartment door. The
instructions were clear. Ring the bell, identify
yourself and follow instructions.
Bryan and the man he'd chatted with on line had
reached a consensual agreement: bondage, humiliation,
discipline, but no marks; Bryan's wife might notice.
The 6'2", 212-pound former high school and college
sports star turned off the truck. He'd found lots of
dick in high school, more in college and plenty the
past couple of years while he was engaged. He was
living near St. Louis and with his muscled body,
chiseled face and body, with a brown treasurer trail
leading to his 8" cut fuck stick, he'd found anything
he wanted.
But since moving near his wife's parents, he'd had a
dry spell.
Then he'd found Coach Leather on line. The Coach had
offered Bryan things he hadn't even considered.
Bryan rang the bell.
"Hi. Who is it?" the gruff voice asked.
The pictures of the Coach flashed in Bryan's head. A
guy 5'11", 200 pounds of muscles, covered with black
fur, deep green eyes, and a thick dick, 7" or so of
dripping cut meat.
"Bryan, Coach," he answered.
"Come up," Coach said, flatly.
Bryan opened the door and mounted the stairs. The
stairwell was nondescript, neither clean nor dirty and
Bryan started to wonder about the apartment to which
he was headed.
At the top of the stairs was the box Bryan was
expecting.
He opened it and inside were the expected handcuffs,
blindfold and note.
The note read, "Strip, blindfold yourself, handcuff
your hands behind you and knock."
Bryan took a breath. He'd agreed to this, but was
beginning to wonder.
A door was before him and one to his left. Which door?
Were 2 apartments there? What if the neighbor opened
the door?
Coach had promised it would be discreet.
Bryan was a man of his word, so he started stripping,
revealing his body. His cock was already starting to
stiffen. Which door was he to knock?
He folded his clothes and piled them, reaching for the
handcuffs. "Idiot," he thought and picked up the
leather blindfold.
The black hide was supple and soft, feeling good
against his face. He reached behind himself with the
metal cuffs and clicked the left wrist, then the right
one and realized he'd have a hard time knocking with
his hands.
His knee raised and knocked.
He stood and waited. He wasn't sure how much time
passed, but then he started to think he'd been stood
up, except the box had been there. He realized he
could be here for hours, naked and cuffed, with no way
to leave. He couldn't see. He couldn't drive.
But no matter what he thought didn't matter; his dick
was rock hard and starting to leak precum.
He'd lost track of time, no way to measure how long
he'd been standing there.
He heard a door open, but couldn't tell which door it
was.
"Hi, Bryan. Glad to see you made it. I see you're
anxious to get fucked," Coach said, reaching out and
rubbing the tip of Bryan's cock. The athletic thumb
rubbed the precum over the tip, causing Bryan to
involuntarily shiver.
"I'm glad to see you lived up to your word about
yourself, boy," Coach said. Bryan didn't have any
pictures on line. Coach had warned the 26-year-old
that if he wasn't good looking and his body wasn't
athletic, the Coach would send him home with marks and
he'd be kissing his wife goodbye.
Coach pulled Bryan in by his penis. "Stand there,"
Coach said.
Bryan stood, figuring Coach was grabbing the items in
the stairwell and then he heard the door click shut.
A hand reached around from the back and began rubbing
a left nipple.
Bryan had explained he wasn't really into foreplay,
kink, even sucking dick. He just liked to be bent over
and fucked hard, for as long as possible.
His fantasy was to be gangbanged. The closest he'd
come was in college when a computer geek had caught
Bryan using a school library computer to meet guys on
campus. The geek had Bryan take him to the trick Bryan
had found on line.
The "trick" turned out to be a frat boy like Bryan,
but another frat. Neither could use the other's frat
house; no privacy at all. The trick was pissed that
Bryan brought a "friend" until the geek dangled his
apartment keys. The 3 headed there, a couple blocks
off campus.
The frat boy bent Bryan over a few seconds after they
were in the door, and the geek started pinching
Bryan's nipples.
"Fuck, the quarterback has a nice tight pussy," the
frat boy said.
"You better loosen that pussy up for me," the geek
said.
Bryan had laughed. The geek smacked his face, pulled
Bryan up by his hair and started undoing his zipper.
"Fucking jocks think you're so much better than us,"
he barked. "You'll see."
What fell out of the geek's pants was a 9" thick slab
of cut meat that made the frat boy pause in mid fuck.
"You're hung like a fucking horse," the frat boy
whispered.
"Imagine what would happen if I shoved this down the
quarterback's throat," the geek suggested, snickering.
Bryan's thoughts returned to the present as Coach
slipped a second hand on his other nipple.
The nip play started nice enough. Gentle rubbing but
it slowly turned into each nipple between a thumb and
finger, rubbing into a pinch, slowly but progressively
harder until Bryan was moaning.
He felt rivulets of precum run down his hard shaft.
"Just fuck me, " he thought, but he was enjoying this,
too.
Bryan next felt a tongue contact between his shoulder
blades and lick up to the nape of his neck.
The feeling pulled his nuts up, and he fought not to
cum. "Fuck, I almost came and he's not touching my
dick or ass," Bryan thought, his face turning a little
red.
"Don't cum, boy," Coach whispered in Bryan's left ear,
licking it, sending another shiver of pleasure through
Bryan's body. Coach noticed.
"Married guys are so easy," Coach thought. "Even gay
ones seldom know pleasure beyond the basics."
What Coach was doing was more seduction than kink.
Lots of straight coupes had some sort of handcuffs.
Maybe it was a scarf or pillow case or just a hand
holding the other's 2 wrists together.
Most people closed their eyes, creating a human
blindfold.
Licking? How tame.
Coach was licking Bryan's back, shoulder blades and
up. Bryan was whimpering.
The nipples were still being worked.
Suddenly, Bryan felt no contact.
The air started cooling his back where Coach's saliva
was.
He felt supple leather go around his left ankle, was
cinched up, then the right one.
Bryan's arms and legs were lightly hairy, barely
noticeable, but as Coach's fingertips raised up
Bryan's legs, he could feel each hair being lightly
brushed, the fingertips barely touching skin.
As the hands went up, they also slightly pushed out.
By the time they barely brushed Bryan's balls, Bryan
discovered his legs were spread about 3 feet or more
apart.
"Bend over, squat your knees, boy," Coach said.
Bryan did. Coach left him there. Bryan was starting to
lose track of time again, and his knees were close to
cramping. Another man would be in bad shape if he
wasn't in shape. Still, Bryan was having a hard time.
Hands cuffed behind his back, doing a bent squat was
not easy to maintain balance.
Bryan was beginning to think his knees would give out
when he felt something cool on his ass lips. Coolness
stimulated him, but Bryan couldn't place the exact
object. A lubed dildo? Tongue? Ice cube? Something
else?
Something dug into his left nipple and Bryan yelped.
After he calmed down, a similar sensation on his right
nipple.
Bryan's mind started processing his situation.
Blindfolded, cuffed, something on his ankles,
something on his nipples. Something cool pressing
against his shitter.
"You want to be one of my boys, Bryan?" Coach asked.
Bryan wasn't sure. They hadn't discussed this. Bryan
wanted fucked, hard, pounded!
"I don't know, Coach," he responded.
"Good answer, boy," Coach grinned. He hated stupid
men; they always answered "yes" at this stage, without
a clue was to what awaited.
Coach had one basic rule: "Don't fuck idiots".
The cool object pressed against Bryan's jock hole,
wanting entry.
"Push out against it, boy," Coach said, his voice
sounding as if it was everywhere.
Bryan started pushing out against the object and felt
the cold object spreading his sphincter muscles.
Bryan's mind raced and suddenly he realized they were
still in the stairwell. He was naked, trussed up,
being sexually used in a stairwell. The cold object
popped into Bryan's ass. He realized it was a metal
butt plug.
He came.
He passed out.

To be continued.

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