Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2005 14:14:11 -0800 (PST)
From: fetishguy <leathernvanillany@yahoo.com>
Subject: Night out with my "Jeff"

This story is generalized fiction with elements of real scenes included.
Contains strong references to incest, ws, authoritarian behavior. DO NOT
READ if you are not permitted to read such material. Constructive comments
appreciated. FLAMES will be IGNORED.



It was dungeon night at Joe's, my favorite hangout since coming out as--as
both gay and a top-man a few years ago. Now twenty-three and a biologist by
day, I thrived in letting my aggressions go at night, especially on Friday
nights, especially on dungeon night's at Joe's. There I could show off my
worked out 6-foot, 200 lb. toned, muscled body. I'd worked hard to
transform it, to finally get rid of the baby fat that had haunted me. Over
two years of cross-training, aerobics and weights, had left me still with
the baby face, but with a body that said "don't fuck with me." I'd gotten
rid of the body hair I'd hated since puberty, leaving just a faint ring of
pubic hair around my cock to remind my bottoms, whom I decided would be
totally hairless, who was in charge.

It was at that gym that I met my current "boy," the one in my sling tonight
at Joe's. I had spent months getting him ready since our completely
surprise meeting when I saw this rather hot guy sucking off a guy in the
sauna. It was a hot scene, for sure, one that gave me a boner and cause a
circle jerk to form that culminated in five guys cumming over this
cocksucker as he blew his partner. I felt so astonished at what we'd done
since we met "officially," in the shower the next day.

But back to the scene at hand. Here was Jeff, early forties, tied by wrists
and ankles in the sling in front of me. I'd put on the new rubber hood I
bought--form fitting, with a special tubing system for delivering poppers
at just the right moment. I'd walked in Jeff with a neat little lycra black
g-string underneath a black jock, just to tease everyone. I ran my hands
over his tight, hairless body and pushed down on his poppers button, giving
him a good, deep hit. I then twisted his tits real hard, and while he was
still floating with the amyl, I reached into my gear bag and pulled out my
swiss army knife. The small crowd that'd gathered around watched as I first
shredded his jock. Then I waited a few seconds and expertly cut open the
g-string, shoving it down Jeff's mouth.

He looked so fine. I'm so glad I quickly got comfortable calling him Jeff
after that first awkward encounter at the gym. We could have run away from
each other, but naw. We knew what we wanted and within a minute Jeff was
expertly sucking my cock and rimming my ass. Then back at my apartment, it
was as natural as anything to fuck him. He wanted me so badly. I'm glad I
call him Jeff--sometimes now I also call him my bitch slave. It's a lot
better than calling him Dad.

Our night was just beginning at Joe's. Next, Jeff had to have a taste of
me. I wanted the guys there to admire me in my leather boots, silver
codpiece, harness, and reflector sunglasses. So I turned around, facing
them, as I arranged my butt over Jeff's hooded face. Now it was time for a
hit of poppers for me, from the bottle in my bag, and Jeff deftly ate me
out. Oh what a feeling to have your former dad, or at least the one whose
sperm created you, giving you such pleasure. "Deeper, you fucker," I yelled
at him over the din of music and talk. "Yea, eat me out, you piece of
shit." I let him enjoy my hole for at least 15 minutes.

Then I needed to take a piss. And no need to use a bathroom. Joe's was a
piss-friendly environment. Following a taste of my ass, Jeff now was
getting a taste of my piss. "Open up, cocksucker!" He massaged my dick as
the stream came forth. "Don't let a drop hit that fucking floor." Those
were just standing operating procedure words. Jeff, by the time I met him,
was an expert piss drinker and there was nothing I enjoyed more. The
feeling of power from having the piss completely sucked out of you by an
underling is overwhelming. More proof we belonged together.

Dungeon night was great, but there were time limits and I knew other guys
wanted that sling. So as much as I wanted to go on, we finished the night
with a power fuck. I gave Jeff a few deep hits of amyl and slid my eight
inches into his hungry hole. The sling, like the one in our home, drove my
cock deep into his ass, slapping my body against his cheeks. After the
tenth or so power slam, I jismed, deep inside Jeff. He had fingered his
cock, but he wasn't allowed to cum. Maybe later, in a stall, if I feel like
it....