Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 00:24:01 -0400 From: jxol jxol <hjxol@hotmail.com> Subject: story of a top, part 2 What follows is pornographic.... Genuine feedback (positive or negative) is welcomed. Jackass flaming will be ignored. I want to thank all of you who wrote to encourage me. I truly appreciate your input. This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I find a length of rope. I find a length of rope knotting it into a makeshift leash. I hold the leash open and look at him. He freezes. Again eyes search each other. I decide he is frightened because it looks too much like a noose. I grin, I pet his head and say, "good boy ... Such a good boy". He visibly relaxes. In fact a small smile appears on his face. Dazzling teeth peek out from behind sensuous lips. Its a role he can understand. Taking up his part he moves onto all fours, nuzzling his body against my leg, looking at me for approval, wanting to know if he is doing what is expected of him. I pet the soft hair on his head, letting my finger scratch behind his ear. "Jake, stay," I say firmly. When I see that he understands, I drop the leash and walk out of the room and head for my study. I mix myself a drink and being pleased with myself, unzip my trousers, reach in and cup my balls and cock in my hand. I always find the self grope pleasurable. I wonder if Jake has stolen a self grope. I want him to wait for me, to get antsy with anticipation. I am puttering around the room, killing time when I see his handsome head meekly peering around the door jamb, still on all fours, a playful sparkle in his eyes, the makeshift lease still around his neck. "Get in here!", I bellow at him. "Didn't I tell you to STAY?" Then in a low menacing voice, "Come! now!" He creeps very, very slowly into the room towards me, as I continue scolding him. "BAD JAKE....shame on you". I take off the leash and use it to give him two really serious whacks on his ass. I stop for a second to see how he is taking them. I can see he is shocked by their force, but after a moment, he continues to play his role, cowering, licking my shoes. "Bad Jake!", I yell again, followed by two more harder than necessary strokes to his muscular cheeks. This time they hurt. He drops his role to catch his breath. He realizes is cock is painfully rigid, bone hard, dripping precum. He quietly falls back into his role as Jake the dog. I am about to go for two more but stop. "Don't hurry this," I think. "Be pleased for the moment." I take him out into hall to the exact place where I first instructed him to stay and repeat the instruction. He stays and I return to the study, to kill time again. About twenty minutes later I hear a whine, a little whimper. I say nothing. A few minutes later I hear it again, a little more prolonged and louder and finally finishing up in a doggy yap. I grin to myself, and yell out, "Ok boy, Jake! Come!" He comes bounding into the room as fast as a human on all fours can manage, kneels in front of my chair between my spread legs puts his paws up on the chair and sees my unzipped trousers. He can see that I don't have any underwear on. I watch his eyes take in what he can see of my exposed dick. His head leans forward and his paws move toward my crotch. It is enticing, but I have other plans. "No boy... leave it," I say. "Let's watch some television.... sit". I make him sit as much like a dog as possible, so that his weight is right on the butt plug he so rightly thought would be a turn on for me. I take the remote and click on some porn. "Stay Jake", I fix myself another drink, turn out a few lights and settle in to watch my boy squirm. Jake sits calmly watching as two guys drag a half naked muscular stud into a dungeon. Writhing, struggling determined nothing is going to happen to him like he thinks is going to happen, the stud is stripped, bent over a bench and tied. He is feeling the edge, "No I don't want it, Yes I do want it". Jake still in his "sit" sports a swelling cock. I nonchalantly pet his head and he leans his weight against my leg. His eyes don't leave the TV screen, where our now naked muscular stud has a worthy dick up his ass and is beginning to get used to to. Jake tries to secretly press his ass into the floor, pushing the butt plug against his prostate. His cock is getting really hard. Watching Jake get hot is what I live for. Muscular video stud is now getting hammered ruthlessly and every sexual fiber in Jake's body is reacting. His nipples swell, his cock is twangy hard and glistening. He squirms on his plug and rubs against me. My hand pets his head and he twists and turns more like a cat than a dog to gather its caress. Video stud's fucker starts a long slow pull out. And the stud starts pleading... "please.... no ... NO. NO! Don't pull out, I want MORE" Jake gets lost... he pants, squirms on the plug. He tries to touch himself and I slap him. Jake takes my fingers into his mouth and wets them and chews on them. He squats hard onto the plug taking it all against his hot spot. I fucking love him like this. I click off the video, turn on a light, make an exaggerated yawn and say, "well enough for tonight." Provoked, wickedly cut out of his heat, and plain fucking tired of me and my ways, Jake comes at me as if to kill. He is furious with me. The beating with the leash was ok but this clearly was unfair! His body is flushed and pink with anger, every muscle tense and defined as if he were looking in the mirror admiring himself. Only this time I was the admiration society. He was even more gorgeous coming at me so unaware that he was in full male display. Such contradictions, so meek and frightened then so virile and handsome. I struggle with him, feeling him warm to the fight. He lands a few good punches. I've been around the block a few times and can take them because the whole fucking business is so hot. Jake doesn't get away without knowing who he's messing with either. Now we both have bloody lips. I was going to send him home after the yawn. Again I've missed the signals. Give Jake a role he can understand and he can fill it. Otherwise, he feels threatened and lost. So now I am an acting teacher! "Jake ... who will you be for me? What if we were just us? What if we weren't acting?" By now, dear reader, you may judge me a loser as a top. A push over top... But you don't understand the power of the bottom. I can do nothing without one. If frightened they will run. If I frighten them, I am alone. I don't think tops can exist without some bottom willing to find out what drives him, the bottom. Without being thrilled by letting a top find out what drives him, the top. In my humble opinion, it is the bottom that makes a top. If it isn't obvious, I love Jake. I lick my lips and taste my own blood and grin at him. I kiss him and taste his blood. We have reached a temporary hiatus where power fails to have power. After our little struggle, we are at a new plateau. I won't send Jake home. (What if I were at his house, could he send me home? Can you send someone home who doesn't want to go home?) "Jake, undress me." He stands in front of me and slowly unbuttons my shirt. His hand reaching for every piece of flesh he exposes . It doesn't take much to drop my trousers being half undone to start with. We are both naked. Something equalizing about that. Yet I want to tie him up so that I can always look at him. So that he can't run away from my vision. How strange that a beating can bind someone to you. I am blinded by my own sexuality. I start in on him again... I punch him in his belly... I tell him to make it hard to resist my punches.... I wish there were word that could describe to you how beautifully I see Jake. I slap his face, at first with sweet tender little swipes, then hard and mean. His cock twitches, he doesn't run away. And if I hit him harder? Oh fuck man.... He ran away so quickly the first time. Have I taught him anything about his cock. I am so hard now. Oh fuck man... Run now! Bolt! Get away from me.... I lower my head and using it like a battering ram shove it into Jake's gut. I want inside of him. I want to be him. "Please Sir, no more!", I hear it once not knowing what it means, then again. "Please Sir, no more!" I freeze. Erotic thoughts drain, "Oh fuck.... oh fuck... what have I done? Is he still here?" "Please Sir, no more...."