Date: Wed, 25 May 2011 22:27:03 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE -- Chapter 1
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SEDUCTION of a MALE SLAVE
by TY SHANNON
CHAPTER 1
When I saw the red Mustang stop for the red-light, I stepped
off the curb onto the pavement. Several cars went by, but I just
ignored them. When the light changed, he drove towards me and I
stuck out my thumb. He was looking for me, so he pulled over and I
climbed in. "Hi," I said, "What're you doing?"
He looked me over. "Just cruising around ... looking for some
action. How about you?"
"The same. You're not a cop, are you?"
He smiled. "Hah! Not hardly."
But that was not an answer, and I couldn't afford to take any
chances, so I asked again: "Are you a cop?"
"No, I'm not a cop." He drove on down the street and then
asked, "What are you interested in?"
I had to get the business part straight first. "You got any
money?"
"Some, but I'm not sure how much."
"Check it out."
He had to stop for another red light at the next corner, so he
pulled out a few bills and counted it. "$25."
Bummer! I had hoped for more. "You can't do any better than
that?"
"I don't have any more."
"Well, I guess it'll do." That wasn't much, but right now it was
better than nothing.
When the light changed, he headed across the bridge. I thought
he looked a little nervous, but I'd seen that before. After a
minute he asked, "What are you into?"
"Most anything."
"Do you give head?"
"I can."
"Good."
It had been six years since I had hustled my ass for money --
back when I was 20 -- but I had lost my job two weeks ago and I was
flat broke. I hadn't had a decent meal since yesterday, and this
was the only way I knew to get some quick cash. When I was a
teenager, my brother had showed me how simple it was to pick up
$30-40. Once you got used to the idea of some strange man pawing
your body, it was easy money.
I was 26 at the time of this story, but everyone said I looked
quite a bit younger -- and I knew that older men go for that young
stuff. I was not very big, but I kept my body nice and tight. That
evening I was wearing my tight jeans to show off my ass, and a tank
top. And since I'd already had a couple drinks, I knew it wouldn't
bother me very much. This guy had cruised me a couple times on the
street, and since he wasn't ugly, or a fat pig, I had decided to let
him pick me up.
He worked his way through the traffic and I could see he was
heading out of town. I didn't know where he had in mind to go, but
I didn't want to be too far away from town, in case I had any
problems with him and had to walk home. So I told him, "Take a left
at the next light. I know someplace we can go."
He followed my directions and soon we were out in the country.
I finally pointed out a dark lane where he could park, and he backed
in and shut off the engine. It was almost dark so no one could see
us.
He didn't say anything, so I told him, "Gimmee the money
first." He hesitated and got a funny look on his face, so I gave
him a sincere smile, "I won't run off on you, I promise."
With that he handed me the money, and I counted it and stuffed
it in my pocket. Then I just wanted to get it over with and get
back to town. So I flipped the lever to tilt my seat back, and then
slid my jeans and shorts down to my knees. Then I lay back and
waited for him to do something.
He sat there for a couple minutes, just looking at my prick.
While it was almost dark out we could still see pretty well.
Finally he reached over and started playing with my soft cock. I
hadn't gotten off in three days, so it didn't take long before my
dick was standing up straight. He caressed it gently and stroked
it for a while, and ran his hand down around my balls and then
over my stomach. I tightened my abs, and I could tell he liked
that.
I let him play with me for a bit, but then asked him, "Aren't
you going to suck it?"
He smiled. "Sure, but don't rush it. Getting there is half
the fun."
He played with it a little longer and then leaned down towards
my crotch. He held my cock firmly with one hand and let his tongue
slip across the head. He licked around it some, and then slowly
took it into his mouth. I could feel the warmth and the wetness as
his lips slid down the length of it. I let out a little moan in my
throat -- they always like that. But it felt good, so I let him
work on it. I could see his head start bobbing up and down as he
sucked on it -- I just lay back and enjoyed it. And the longer he
sucked it, the better it felt. I had forgotten how good it was to
get a blow job from a man. He really knew how to do it -- much
better than my girl friend. I started looking forward to getting
off.
After a few more minutes he pulled up. His hand continued to
stroke it, and since it was all slicked up from his mouth, the
sensations were even better.
But then he stopped and said, "Now you do me some."
I really would have preferred not to, but that was part of the
deal, so I replied, "Take it out."
He tilted his seat back and dropped his pants and shorts, and I
reached over and took his cock in my hand. He was hard already so I
stroked it a few times and then leaned over towards him. But it was
uncomfortable, because the car had bucket seats and there was an arm
rest between them, so I had to lean over the arm rest and under the
steering wheel -- what a pain! But I managed to wrap my lips around
his cock and started sucking on it. It was big and fat -- at least
8 inches. A nice dick -- almost as big as mine. So I sucked it for
a while and stroked on it -- but I could only get about half of it
into my mouth. I was probably not very good at it, but he didn't
complain.
I felt his hand run down my back and caress my ass cheeks
while I worked on him. After a couple minutes he said, "MMMMmmmm.
That feels great." I just kept sucking him and tried not to think
about it.
His hand was working over my butt, and he asked, "Do you take it
in the ass?"
I never had, but I told him, "I can." But hopefully I wouldn't
have to. Besides, we couldn't very well do that in the car.
I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I tried to
suck it a little tighter. I hadn't done this in a long time, but I
was starting to get into it!
His hand reached around my waist and started playing with my
cock, which was still hot and hard. Then he asked, "Do you take it
all the way in the mouth?"
The idea made me sick, but I didn't want to piss him off so I
told him, "That costs more." I knew he didn't have any more money
-- or at least, I hoped not!
I sucked him some more while he stroked my cock, but I was
getting tired of leaning over this way. I was also finding that I
was really getting into it, so I asked him, "Don't you have some place
we can go?"
He thought a minute. "Sure."
"Your place?"
"Yeah."
So I sat up. "Let's go. I'll really show you something."
We pulled our pants up, but when he started to zip his fly up,
I told him, "Leave your dick out." He looked at me kind of funny but
left his cock sticking out of his pants. Then he started the car
and pulled out into the road. I've always had this fantasy about
playing around in a car while we were driving around. I'd rather do
it with my girl friend, but she probably wouldn't go along with it
anyway.
When I had my jeans fixed, I reached over and played with him
some -- he was still nice and hard. So I leaned over again and
started to suck him. In a couple minutes I could see from the
corner of my eye some light coming up -- a car was coming by in the
other lane. My cock throbbed and I got a real rush -- if that other
driver only knew what was going on here!!
As I continued to suck him, I began thinking of some of the
things I used to do when I was tricking with men regularly. So
shortly I sat up and asked him, "Do you have any toys?"
He thought for a minute. "Some. What are you looking for?"
"Most anything. What have you got?"
"I have some leather cuffs and chains."
I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that. "What else?"
"A vibrator."
That could be interesting. "What else?"
He hesitated and smiled. "A dildo as big as my fist!"
That I didn't need, so I stopped asking.
I continued to stroke his cock lightly, and in about 5 minutes
he pulled into a driveway. He triggered the garage door and drove
inside, and after he adjusted his pants we went in. I was impressed
-- it was a really nice house. I figured that this guy must have
money.
He led me upstairs to a big bedroom, where he turned on the
light and pulled the shades. I sat down on the bed and told him,
"Show me the toys."
He opened a dresser and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and
handed them to me, and I looked at them briefly. "Nice. Where did
you get these?"
"I made them."
I handed them back. That sounded kind of risky.
Then I stood up and started to undress, and he did, too. When
I was naked I lay back on the bed and watched him finish removing
his clothes. I could see he was a little soft in the middle, but
not a bad looking trick, especially for his age. I figured that
this should turn out OK.
When he was naked he lay down beside me and started running his
hand over my body. I just lay back and closed my eyes and let him
play with me. He got up on his knees and used both hands -- he
caressed my chest and shoulders, and played with my nipples a
little. My cock responded and started to stand up again. His hands
moved down my chest, across my stomach, and he worked on my balls and
my legs, and I spread them a little wider so he could get at me.
Then his hand wrapped around my hard dick and he started playing
with it. He said, "HMMMmmmm. That`s a beautiful cock."
"Thank you. I like it." We both laughed.
He stroked it for a while, and then he leaned down and tried to
kiss me. YUK!! I turned my head away. He just smiled and started
kissing down my chest. He licked at each nipple briefly and then
went right for my cock. He positioned his mouth over it, and with a
growl he dove right onto it. It was so hot and tight I had to moan,
too, and pushed up into his mouth. He sucked it good, and I could
see his head bobbing up and down -- up and down -- up and down.
God, that felt great!! I just let him do it for a while. I could
tell he enjoyed it, too.
When his mouth got tired he lay back beside me, so I sat up
and leaned down to his dick. I held it upright with my hand and
went down on it, and sucked on it for a while.
After a bit he said, "Swing around so I can see you. I like
to watch it going in and out of your mouth."
I pulled off and lay back. "I've got a better idea. Get
up here on my chest."
So he got up on his knees and straddled my chest, with that
fat cock swinging right over my face. I pulled a pillow up under my
head to prop it up, and then took his dick in my hand and pulled it
down to my mouth. He took the hint, and leaned forward on his hands
and started to fuck my mouth. HMMMMMmmm. I liked it this way --
he was doing all the work.
He fucked me for a while, looking down and watching it sliding
into my mouth. I just closed my eyes and let him do it.
Once he pushed too hard and it poked against the back of my
throat. I started to gag, but he said, "Come on, take it all!"
But I pulled back a little and shook my head -- I couldn't.
But I was really turned on -- I could feel my cock throbbing,
even though he wasn't touching it! I loved what he was doing.
I spread my arms wide, and fantasized that I was a prisoner and
couldn't stop him. But after a couple minutes he noticed that, and
asked, "Do you want me to tie you up?"
I was so into this that my reservations had disappeared, so I
nodded -- my mouth was full and I couldn't talk! I could see that
he was a little surprised at that. He pulled his dick out, took it
in his hand and wiped it around my face -- over my eyes and nose,
under my chin and across my lips. MMMmmm! That felt so good! I
moved my head, trying to get him back in my mouth. He saw that and
shoved it back in. He held both of my hands down tight against the
bed, still spread wide, and fucked my face some more. Then he
pulled it out again and smiled, "You really go for this, don't you?"
"Yeah. I want you to rape me, and make me take it." But I
almost couldn't believe I was saying that!
So he got off the bed and brought over the leather cuffs, and
put one on each wrist and each ankle. Then he took some short
pieces of rope and tied me spread-eagled to the four corners of the
bed. He had clearly done this before. He made the ropes pretty
tight, and I wriggled around a little to make it as comfortable as I
could. God! I hope this wasn't a mistake!
He stood there looking down at my naked body. I could see his
dick throbbing -- but mine was, too!
He climbed back on the bed and sucked my dick some more. But
then he straddled my chest again. He stuffed the pillow back behind
my head, and positioned his huge, hot prick in front of my face.
And he asked, "You want it?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me."
"Make me suck your dick!"
He placed it on my lips, and when I opened them he pushed into
my mouth. Then he fucked me -- for a long time. God, I don't know
why, but I loved it -- I pulled against the ropes but I couldn't
stop him!. A couple times he pushed it too hard and I gagged, but
he was pretty careful.
Finally he pulled away and stood up again. "How about if I
get a couple pictures of you?"
Bullshit! "No, I don't want any pictures." But I realized
that there was no way I could stop him.
He went over to the dresser and got a jar of grease. When I
saw that I got a little worried. "I don't want you to fuck me!
I've never done it before and you're too big!"
He paused for a minute. I knew I told him I could take it,
but I didn't want that!
"That's okay, I didn't want to fuck you anyway." Thank
God!!! "I'm just going to play with your asshole a little."
He got back up on the bed between my legs and put a little
grease on his finger. He slid it down into the crack in my ass and
I could feel him searching for my hole. I was not sure I even
wanted him to do that, but I couldn't stop him. Then he found it,
worked his finger around it some, and then pushed easily. I felt it
slide in a little. I stiffened and tried to reject it -- it hurt!!
"EASY!!!"
He paused. "Just relax. If you relax the muscles it won't
hurt." He put some more grease on his finger and came back with
it.
This time I could feel it slide all the way in. "OOOOHHHH!
Don't do that. I'm not ready for it. I can feel your
fingernail."
But he kept sliding his finger back and forth into my asshole.
I was stuck! I let him tie me up and now I couldn't stop him! But
at the same time my heart was beating madly and my cock was stiff as
a board. Maybe I really wanted him to fuck me!!! Then he leaned
down and sucked my pulsing cock while his finger slid in and out of
my tight asshole. I was surprised, but it started to feel pretty
good. As long as I kept the muscles relaxed, it didn't hurt. But
finally he pulled his finger out and wiped off his hand. Thank God!
He set the grease aside, and then leaned down and tried to kiss
me again, but I turned my head away. So he grabbed my head with
both hands so I couldn't move, and kissed my lips -- hard! There
was nothing I could do! But I guess it really wasn't bad -- it was
just the idea of it. Fortunately he didn't try to stick his tongue
in my mouth.
Then he moved down and straddled one leg, and put both our
dicks together. I could feel the heat of our skin touching. He
wrapped a hand around them both and stroked them a while, slow and
easy. Great stuff! I never thought of that. Then he got back up
on my chest and fucked my mouth some more, and I just lay there and
enjoyed it -- he was raping my mouth and I couldn't stop him!
Finally he stopped to rest, so I told him, "Untie one hand. I
want to beat off while you fuck my mouth."
"But I want to get you off."
"Naw. I know just how to do it, so it feels best."
He sat there and looked at me for a minute. Then he reached
over and started to untie the knot -- but then he stopped. He
leaned down and kissed me again, briefly, and told me, "You know,
you should never let strangers tie you up like this." I just looked
at him. "I could have taken all the pictures I wanted and you
couldn't stop me."
I smiled. "I know."
"I could have fucked the shit out of you, and you couldn't stop
me."
"I know."
"I could have beat the shit out of you, and you couldn't stop
me."
"I know."
"I could have called a couple buddies to come over and fuck you, too."
OMIGOD! I never thought about that!
"But I'm a nice guy, and I don't do that kind of shit."
"Thank you." Whew! I lucked out!
Then he reached over and untied my right hand, and I slid it
down between his legs so I could reach my prick. Then he started to
fuck my mouth again while I stroked my hot cock.
I couldn't believe how turned on I was by this whole scene --
naked, tied up so I couldn't move, and this guy raping my mouth! I
tried to open my throat so I could take more of his hot meat. I
knew it wouldn't take me long to get there, so I slowed down my
stroke -- I didn't want to come before he did.
I managed to pull off his cock, and told him, "I want you to
beat off and come in my face." For some reason I knew I would
really shoot a wad if he did that.
But he reacted, "No way! I'm paying you for this, so I want
you to get me off."
"Well, untie my other hand and I'll do them both."
He did, and then I tried to stroke his dick with my mouth and
hand, while I kept beating my own meat. But it wasn't working very
well -- my head was propped up at an awkward angle, and his thigh
was in the way for me to really get a good stroke going on his
prick.
But he saw this and said, "I have a better idea." He stood up
and untied my feet, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come
over here and get down on the floor." So I moved over and got down
between his legs. The idea of sucking his cock on my knees bothered
me, so I sat on the floor with my legs crossed. His pulsing prick
was right in front of my face, so I wrapped my hand around it and
slid my mouth on it and started swinging on it -- in and out -- in
and out -- in and out, while my other hand was pulling on my own
dick.
Shortly he pushed my head back and said, "Tell me you want
it."
"I want to suck your dick! I want you to come in my face, and
all over my mouth!" God, did I ever! He slid back into me and I
sucked him some more.
This was incredible! I had never been this excited making it
with a guy before! Just thinking about what this must look like,
with his dick sliding in and out of my mouth, and how it would feel
with his come running down my face, started to get me close -- so I
slowed down my stroke again. I loved the feel of his dick sliding
over my tongue! I tried to wrap my lips tighter around it, and I
heard him moaning -- he was getting close, too. I watched as his
cock slipped into me and back out, and kept on sucking him.
Vaguely I heard him talking. "You really get into this, don't
you, boy? ... I should be charging you for this."
I just kept sucking and stroking. But then I heard his breath
gasping, and I could feel the head of his dick pulsing in my mouth.
He groaned and said, "Yeah! ... Do that! ... Don't stop! ... I'm
gonna cum!!!"
But I didn't want him coming in my mouth, so I pulled my lips
off and just stroked it faster with my hand and pointed it right at
my face. He groaned again and he spurted! I closed my eyes and
felt it hit on my cheek. He spurted again -- and again -- and
again!!! I felt the gooey stuff running down over my lips, and felt
my own blood boiling! I wiped the head of his cock around my face
and under my chin, smearing his cum all over, while I beat my cock
faster. I wasn't quite there yet, so I opened my mouth and went
back down on him, and sucked the cum off it. He groaned again -- it
was too sensitive! And then I came!!! My jizz sprayed onto my
thighs and onto the carpet. He pushed my head away, so I milked him
slowly with my hand -- and stroked myself with the other hand. But
finally I stopped, and we just sat there and rested. What a trip!!!
We smiled at each other, and he said, "Great shit, man!!"
"Yeah!" I took my hand and wiped some of the cum off my
face. "Yuk!!" Now that the scene was over, it felt disgusting!
I ran into the bathroom, and took the cuffs off and washed up.
When I went back into the room, I tossed the cuffs on the bed and he
came up and put his arms around me. He tried to kiss me again, but
I turned my head away; so he gave me a big hug, and said, "I thought
that was great, man!"
"Well, I've got to admit that it's the first time I ever
really enjoyed it with a man." And that was true!
"I'm glad to hear that."
Then he turned me around and ran one hand down over my ass, and
squeezed one cheek. "It's too bad you're not into fucking. That's
a beautiful ass, man."
I smiled. "I know. I've been looking for a guy with a small
dick to try it with. You're too big."
"You should get a small vibrator to practice with." That was an
idea I'd have to think about -- but I didn't say anything.
So we got dressed and went downstairs into the kitchen. I
asked if he had something to eat, and he dug some sandwich stuff out
of the fridge. I was starved -- and I got a free meal.
We talked about playing pool and things, while I ate. He told
me he had three kids, but was divorced; so I told him about my two
kids and being separated from my wife. He was surprised: "Two
kids? You don't look old enough to have two kids!"
"Well, I do. How old do you think I am?"
He looked at me for a minute. "I'd say about 20."
I laughed. "I'm 26."
"You sure don't look it!"
"I know. I've been told that before."
When I finished eating, we started to leave. But he stopped at
the door and put his hand on my shoulder. "I thought it was a great
evening."
I smiled. "I thought so, too." Then he gave me an extra
$15. "Thank you." That bastard! He did have more money!
We went out and got in the car, and headed back downtown. We
talked a little bit, and then he said, "Now we come to the tough
problem."
I was puzzled. "What problem."
"I would like to see you again. How am I going to get in
touch with you?"
"I'm usually around downtown."
"Yeah, but that never works." I knew what he meant. He went
on, "I understand the problem. You don't want me to know where you
live, and I don't want you calling me at the house."
I had to laugh -- he'd been there before. I thought about it
for a minute -- it would be fun seeing him again, and he seemed to
be pretty generous with his money. So I finally told him, "I
usually hang out at a bar on River Street called the Shamrock. Ask
for Larry."
He left me off on Main Street where he picked me up, and I
headed off to my apartment. But I kept thinking about the scene we
had -- and I had to admit that I had never been as excited and
turned on with a guy before. I wondered what that meant.
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(Note -- I wrote this story about 20 years ago. Hustlers were cheaper
back then.)