Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2017 23:31:52 +0000
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Take me, I'm yours: chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Internet Is For Porn

A disclaimer: This story is fictional story. All characters were made up
and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between
adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from my first story: Fuck Me, I
Love You. Go read it if you like this one!
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Eric stepped into his office to see his secretary beam at him.

"Somebody got a present!"

On his desk was a large cardboard box with a little brown paper card on
top.

The envelope opened to a blank card with the words: Open in Private. See
you at 8.

Eric pretended to tap on his keyboard for a few minutes before curiosity
got the better of him. Grabbing a letter opener off of his desk, he
punctured the brown masking tape and pulled across the top of the box.
Gripping the top flaps, he pried the box open.

Inside was a 10" dildo.

Eric gave a yelp as he realized he just opened the package of a sex toy at
his workplace. With the speed of a man caught holding a dildo at his desk,
Eric slammed the box shut and dumped it beneath his desk, very conscious as
he heard the silicone rattle inside of the cardboard chamber.

His phone buzzed.

"I told you to open it in private!" It said.

*Mega Jackass* Eric thought and was about to delete the message when
another one buzzed in.

"It's ok. I knew you couldn't resist."

Eric rolled his eyes before his eyes opened in shock. How had Rezen known
that he had opened it? Was he being watched? Vault 7 surveillance?! Eric
glanced nervously around his desk.

Buzz.

"I told your secretary to text me when you opened the box. Calm down."

Eric looked through the glass walls of his office to see his secretary
giggling in mirth with a tall gentleman. It took Eric a few minutes to
realize that Rezen was charming the panties off of his secretary. The man
was dressed in a fitted dress shirt and long navy slacks which rose
beautifully around his slender waist. Dr. Rezen twisted his torso so that
he could look and grin at Eric. He looked smart: dressed more dapper than
the front cover of a GQ magazine.

Today he was wearing his glasses, an owl-rimmed affair which would have
made most people look like Harry Potter wannabes. On Dr. Rezen, they
enhanced the angular features of his face and the curvature of his delicate
jawline. His beard was well trimmed and immaculately oiled, and his hair
was swooped back in an elegant pompadour, the kind which would fall over
his eyes and tease you to touch his face and brush it back.

The secretary stood up from his desk, waving a limp wrist at Dr. Rezen, as
they headed for Eric's office.

"You have a visitor, Mr. Castillo." She gave him a mischievous smile as she
waved Dr. Rezen through the door. Shutting the door behind them she
gesticulated at Eric her approval.

"I like him!" She mouthed.

Eric was incredibly irritated at the whole shenanigans and waved her away.
Work was for business and he didn't like being used in this way.

"What can I help you with, Mr. Rezen?"

Rezen took his hand and gripped it as he peered into Eric's face for a
moment. The steely gaze searched the Eric for a few minutes as if again
trying to reach a decision point before fading away.

"Castillo...from the Spanish word for castle."

Rezen pensively made a mental note about the name as Eric grimaced.

"I'm sorry Dr. Rezen but I really try to maintain a level of
professionalism here at work. What you sent me was highly inappropriate."

Rezen smiled. He had anticipated that his gift might be poorly received.
It's why he was here in person. He wanted to smooth over any
misunderstanding.

"Oh I apologize, Eric, I know how unorthodox the gift was that I sent. But
I wanted to make sure my package was received. After all, I'm sure you
recognized it."

Eric's mouth drop as his brain scrambled to process what he was being told.

"You mean you..." he gasped in disbelief. "Do people still do that? I thought
that shit was from back in the 90s"

The corner of Rezen's lip raised a little bit in a shit-eating grin. He
could tell by the way Eric's eyes darted about a bit that he was tempted to
re-open the box to re-examine the phallus.

"Oh yes, it's mine. I know, a bit too nostalgic isn't it?" He waved his
hand in the air as if the idea bored him as well.

"But you know, Eric, I felt so bad when you begged me for my cock, I wanted
to make it up to you. Now you can pleasure yourself with my cock whenever
you like. You don't even have to keep me hard." There was a sardonic edge
to Rezen's voice.

Eric decided he would match Rezen's brazenness with his own. He wouldn't
allow the professor to think he had Eric on lockdown.

"Thank you for the gift. I'm sure I'll find a use for it whenever my little
black book runs dry."

"Don't be ridiculous, Eric. Nobody keeps paper lists of their hookups
anymore. That's too 80s." Rezen shot back.

Suddenly Rezen leaned forward so that he could whisper into the room.

"I want you to show me how you would take it."

Eric found himself incredibly hard. His face flushed with the eroticism of
performing for Rezen. He took the bait.

"I'm ready to show you anytime you want. Maybe after dinner tonight."

"Very good. I'll see you at 8 pm."

Rezen stood up and flicked away a wrinkle from his perfectly ironed pants.
He was the very definition of poise.

"Where do I meet you?" Eric asked

Rezen turned towards the door and opened it to the dead silence of Eric's
secretary trying to hear any little tidbit.

"Online. I'll call you. Wear something... appropriate."

His secretary gasped, then realized that she had been caught eavesdropping
and started to rapidly type on the computer keyboard.

Rezen glided out of the door, giving Eric's secretary a handsome smile as
he floated out of Eric's periphery.

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Eric spent most of dinner fiddling with the camera on his computer. The
lighting in his room was either horrifically bright or too dark. Like any
man who spent a lot of time looking at himself, Eric was very conscious of
his flaws. He'd done some cam2cam sex before, but only as casual hookups.
Today, as he peered at the digital rendition of his body he felt incredibly
intimidated.

No matter how he tried to angle it, he wasn't satisfied. He tried to put on
some baby oil to get some shine on his body. That turned out to be a
complete disaster: the oil got caught in the grainy light and made him look
like he was baked in grease. Eric had rushed to the shower, soaped
everything off before reapplying a layer of lotion. A bad memory surfaced
about one awful hookup where the guy had kissed him on the back before
telling him:

"Your skin is too dry. You should moisturize more."

Everybody's a critic.

The computer screen began to flicker a la hotline bling and Eric was
horrified to realize he was still not ready. Eric froze. Was he going to
answer? The continued to beep as he pondered the casualty of ruining the
evening. Was it worth it more to appear anxious and distressed, or to not
appear at all? Maybe he could save himself some humiliation. For all the
times where he confidently sent out naked pictures of himself, Eric knew he
had been holding his breath as well. There were the men who stole his
pictures and catfished others. One guy posted a video of him on porntube as
revenge porn. Most hurtful were the guys who would look at his pictures and
critique it:  they'd squint and tell him his chest wasn't ideal, or his
legs were too skinny. Rezen had already seen him naked before. If he wasn't
hot enough at the pool party to be fucked, what was the difference now?

The phone hung up.

Eric bit his lip and dropped his head. There was one guy in his whole life
who he believed had loved him...and now that man was with somebody else.
Jealousy and competitiveness aside Eric was suddenly daunted with the
question: what DID he want from Rezen? A hookup?

A little window popped up as a chat bar:

"You there? "

Eric watched the green menu bar flash on his screen. What did he want to
do?

"Yeah," He typed. "Let me put a shirt on. Sorry."

Eric grabbed a t-shirt off of his dresser and shoved it on his body.
Reaching around, he found a pair of gym shorts he had discarded from
earlier and pulled those on. Reaching for the mouse, he clicked the dial
button on Rezen's number. He watched the screen fade to black as a little
square of himself was in the bottom right corner. Eric gave a spot check
and decided that he was still cute enough to date.

Rezen popped on the screen fully dressed in his usual ensemble. His beard
was trimmed back to a handsome stubble as one of his hands was busy rubbing
space between his eyes with his index and forefinger. His other hand was
holding his glasses at bay as he massaged his nose. Placing the glasses
back on his nose, he blinked a few times before looking at Eric.

"Oh good. I love frumpy."

Rezen broke out a wide grin as Eric uncomfortably tugged at the edges of
his shirt. Midway he gave up trying to look presentable across from Rezen
and gave up. Pulling the shirt up over his head, he tossed the t-shirt off
to the side and stood up to grab something else.

"No no no," Rezen said, "This is good."

Eric sat back down in his chair for a moment before he realized he had been
tricked.

"Wait..did you seriously just insult me so I'd take off my shirt?"

Rezen reached for a glass of wine to his right and took a long sip before
placing the glass back on the table.

"Yes." He said, with his shit eating grin.

"That was an asshole move. If this is the way we communicate I want none of
it."

"That's what you should have said before you took off the shirt. No
self-respecting person would have taken their shirt off for an insult."

Eric bit his tongue. He had to admit Rezen was right.

"But don't worry, we're not in an unfair situation. Both of us are at
various stages of undress."

"What stages? Half naked and fully clothed?" Eric shot back.

"No. Half and half," Rezen said before leaning back in his chair.

Pushing his chair back, Rezen revealed himself to be naked from the waist
down. His long 10" cock was hard, resting against his left thigh. The fully
engorged member was as compelling as a policeman's club: threatening and
imposing.

"So you see, I needed to move quickly to make sure we were on equal
ground."

Eric felt a large glob of saliva form in his throat. His hand reached down
to adjust the growing member in his short.

"Should I take off my shorts?" He asked.

Rezen's steely gaze returned to his face for a moment.

"No. You're making it too easy. Make me work for it."

Eric felt one of his eyelids twitch in annoyance. All this foreplay
bullshit was so tedious.

"Ok how many times you want me to say no before I say yes? The very fact
that you need me to pretend makes it all pointless."

Rezen smiled a bit as he reached for the top two buttons of his shirt.

"You're right. Two buttons for you."

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and tugged the collar open
so that it exposed the upper parts of his chest. Rezen flexed a bit before
settling back into his chair. Eric tried to ponder what was going on. How
did he `earn' two buttons off of Rezen's shirt?

"So tell me, Eric, do you open your legs for just any asshole? Or are you a
pushover just for me?"

Eric thought for a bit. There were plenty of assholes he'd walk out of,
regardless of how big their cock was or how hot. But there were plenty of
assholes he HAD submitted to out of desire.

"I guess neither. I've opened them for more assholes than you, but not just
for ANY asshole."

Rezen bit his lip a bit. He seemed a little irked by the answer but after a
few moments of silence, he conceded the point.

"Alright. One more button for you." He said as he unbuttoned the third
button.

Eric was absolutely confused at this point.

"How the hell does this game work? What answers get how many buttons?"

Rezen looked straight at him with a very serious look.

"Much like any scientific discovery, you must form a hypothesis, test
it...and reach a conclusion."

Eric pondered a bit, trying to identify any patterns.

"Can I ask questions?"

Rezen chewed on it a bit. Eric was curious to see if any buttons would come
off.

"Yes. But you have to wager something in your questions." He flexed his
chest open a bit so that the shirt would come apart a bit more.

"After all, it's only fair."

*so there's some form of wager going on...* Eric made a mental note.

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes."

Rezen answered in a dispassionate manner.

"But that's obvious because I'm sitting at my computer desk looking at you
with my pants off. Ask better questions."

Rezen took his sweet time as he thought through his next question.

"Are you completely hard right now?"

Eric looked down at his shorts. His penis was flaccid from the interaction,
and he was thinking too hard for it to react. Leaning back in his own
chair, he scooted back so his shorts were in view of the camera.

"Nope." He grinned.

Surprisingly he saw Rezen's cock twitch a bit. Evidently knowing that Eric
was soft turned him on.

*This guy is so weird. Don't tell me if I rejected him he'd be all over me.*

Rezen unbuttoned the rest of his shirt as he tore the dress shirt off of
his shoulders. He leaned forward, pulling off the sleeves of his shirt
behind him and made a sexy smile at Eric across their digital divide.

"Alright Eric, you've succeeded in getting me naked. Now you must give me
the opportunity to do the same to you."

Eric stared back at him in open challenge.

"Sure. It's only fair."

Rezen sat back naked with his hard cock in one of his hand, which he
lightly stroked along the 10" length.

"If I can get you fully hard just by talking to you, you have to take off
your underwear. Deal?"

Eric felt his cock beginning to plump from the challenge, a small rise in
his shorts which was not lost on Rezen.

"Good."

Eric was about to point out that he hadn't agreed verbally, but it seemed
moot when the challenge was clouding his ability to think clearly.

Rezen grabbed some lube and poured it over his long hard cock. He clasped
his hand at the top of the head of his cock and began massaging his huge
member. Slowly widening the grip of his hands he let his hand slide down
the 10" poll, lubricating the long shaft with the lube.

"Don't get hard just from my cock, Eric. We don't want to lose the wager
too quickly."

Eric gulped another bit of saliva as he actively forced his mind to think
of other things to try and prevent a full on erection. His hands gripped
the armrests of his chair in a conscientious effort to refrain from
touching himself. Eric could feel his teeth grit together in protest to the
oncoming arousal.

Rezen continued to slowly stroke his cock up and down, swapping his hand
for the other and periodically applying more lube so that the whole shaft
shimmered on the monitor. Satisfied to see that Eric's cock was at
half-mast but not fully hard, he decided to begin the next step and spoke
in a soft seductive voice into the monitor.

"So Eric, I know this morning I told you how I wanted you to show me how
you would take my cock; and I do. I want to see how you take my long hard
cock inside of you tonight."

Eric fought hard to keep his cock from rising more than half-mast. It was
already a losing battle.

"But I think it's only fair that you know how I'm going to give it to you
too. See, I love it when a guy rides my cock reverse-cowboy. But it's so
unsatisfying because I can't see their face."

Rezen faked a sad and depressed expression on his face.

"Now there are a few solutions. One is to change positions. But that's
boring. Another is to record you riding my cock. But that means I can't
enjoy the spontaneity of your pleasure until after I record. The third is
to give you my cock, but watch your face as you ride it. How might we do
this, you ask?"

Rezen's hand stroked his cock a little faster. It was obvious from the
quickening of his breath that he was becoming aroused from explaining the
fantasy.

"Well, the way we're going to do it tonight is for you to take the replica
of my cock that I sent you, lube it up from top to bottom just like I am
stroking my cock right now. And then I want you to lift yourself up, place
yourself over the silicone replica of my phallus, and penetrate yourself on
it. I want to see your face as you feel my cock fill and touch the insides
of your body. I want to watch your mouth change as you realize it's
touching you in places you had not anticipated, and the utter shock on your
face when you realize that you've been completely penetrated by my cock."

Rezen paused for a second.

"Well, not my cock. A replica of my cock," He corrected himself.

"But as you feel it enter you, I want you to look me in the eye so that we
both know, what you are experiencing is nothing less than me taking control
of your body."

Rezen finished his story, his breath sliding just a bit faster before he
caught himself and pulled himself back to the present of looking at Eric.

"Now tell me, Eric," He asked.

"Are you hard right now?"

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To be continued...