Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 12:25:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Men's Room

It was late and I had just finished setting up my presentation room for
tomorrow's lecture.  I was dead tired.  I had flown for 4 hours to get here
and then spent the rest of the day setting up the computers, projector and
screen for the training class.

I realized I needed to take a leak and wasn't going to make it back to my
room.  The convention center was nearly a mile from my room.  At this time
of night, it seemed like I was the only one around.  I didn't even see any
of the setup crew.  I headed into the nearest Men's room.

I expected an empty men's room, and was totally shocked by what I saw.
There was a naked man kneeling on the floor between two urinals.  In front
of him was a suit clad man.  He had his dick out and was pissing in the
naked man's mouth.

Nothing stopped when they noticed me.  The suited guy spoke, "Come on in.
Do your business."  He looked at me and continued, "Need to piss?" I
nodded.

"You can use it or one of those," he pointed from the naked man and then to
the urinal.  It took me a second to realize he used "it" to refer to the
man.

I looked at the naked man; really took him in for the first time.  He
seemed to be about 20 something, fit, a bit of hair on his chest, and
uniformly pale.  His hair was dark brown, almost black.  The hair on his
head was cut short, but looked like it would have been curly if it was
longer.  His eyes were greenish blue.  He looked from me to the floor, but
never up at the suited man.  He held his mouth open to receive the man's
piss.  I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed mouthful
after mouthful.

I looked up to see the suited man smiling.  "Like what you see?"  I blushed
from embarrassment.  I noticed now that the naked man was hard and his dick
was dripping.

I didn't know what to say, but I had to piss.  I debated about leaving and
finding another men's room, but for some reason, I didn't want the suited
man to think I was scared or weak or something.  Why his opinion mattered
to me, I didn't know.

I moved up to the urinal next to them.  There were only three, and they
were between two of them.  So I went to the one furthest from them.  I
unzipped and pulled out my dick, and stood there trying to get a stream
going.  Suited man said with a chuckle, "A bit piss shy?"

He pulled the head of the naked man onto his dick.  "You sure?  He loves
piss.  Can't get enough of it.  Isn't that right, boy?"  The naked "boy"
nodded.

"Boy, why don't you beg him to pee in your mouth."  The boy looked up at me
with pleading eyes.

He let the dick in his mouth slip out and he said, "Please, Sir, may I
please have your piss?  I need it."

"See, he can't get enough of it," the man said, patting the boy on head.
Boy he wasn't.  I mean, he was at least 20, but I figure the suited man
meant something subservient with the name.

I had just got my stream going and thought what the fuck.  I moved over
keeping my stream going, but just barely.  Suited man laughed and said,
"Just piss all over him.  Give him a shower, but make sure you put at least
some in his mouth.

Never had I pissed on another man.  I had pissed in showers, pools, along
the road and behind bars, but never on someone.  I pointed my dick at his
head first, and then began working my way down his body.  Suited man
stepped back to allow me more access.

As I reached his crotch, his dick bobbed.  It seemed he did enjoy this.  He
kept his mouth open, and I finished by flooding his mouth with piss.  He
swallowed to take it all in.

When I finished and shook off my dick, suit said, "You should have had him
clean it off."  I just made a stupid grin.

"Want a blow job? He gives great ones.  He cannot get enough cum.  He loves
it almost as much as piss." He smiled as he looked from me down to the boy.

It had been a while since I had gotten anything other than my hand, so I
began to plump up.  I left my dick hanging out of my fly, with my hands at
my side.  Suit laughed and said, "Boy, show him how you can please him."

The man moved over on his knees and slipped my dick into his mouth.  The
warmth was amazing.  He gently sucked on it, rubbing his tongue over the
piss slit.  My dick responded and swelled even more.  Soon I was rocking
back and forth going in and out of his mouth.

Suit laughed and said, "He's good, isn't he?"

"Yeah," I muttered, getting lost in the enjoyment of his mouth.  I wanted
to grab his ears and face fuck him harder and harder.  Never had I had such
an impulse.  Not that I had had many blow jobs.  But seeing this naked
passive man at my feet with my dick in his mouth pushed some kind of button
in me.

I think suit saw it.  He laughed and said, "Stand up here, boy, and bend
over."

The boy let my 7 inches of cut, pulsating, wet dick slip out of his mouth.
I groaned at the lack of stimulation.  The boy climbed up from the yellow
puddle on the floor, bent over, and positioned his ass in front of suit.
Suit moved up behind him and pushed his dick in all the way to his pubes in
one quick push.  The boy moaned, and there was a grimace on his face for a
moment, and then pleasure suffused his face.

Suit began to pump his ass, and then said, "Okay, feed him your dick."  I
moved up and slid my needy dick into his mouth.  He took it down to the
root and began to swallow with his throat.  This created the most amazing
feeling on my dick.  Suit began to really pound the guy's ass.  That made
me really start giving it to him on the front end.

Moans and groans issued around my dick from the guy; I wondered if he was
still hard.  I was completely lost in the feeling overwhelming me, and knew
I was only moments away from shooting a wad that had been building up for a
couple of days now.

Suit held onto the guy's hips and kept pounding away.  He really picked up
speed, and a groan began to escape from the boy's mouth.  I felt the guy
shudder in my hands, and thought he must be cumming.  That took me over the
edge, and I began to fill the guy's throat, and then his mouth, with my hot
cum.

When I finished, and my eyes rolled back into my head, suit laughed and
said, "Told you he was good."

He pulled his dick out of the guy's ass, tapped the kid's ass, and the guy
turned around and took the slick dick into his mouth and began cleaning it.
"You have got to try his ass!" suit said.

I had no clue.  I had never fucked anyone in the ass before.  I was not
that experienced with sex, as it was, not that I had a hunchback and a
wandering eye.  I just had tended to be a shy introvert kind of guy all
through high school and college.  I laughed at that thought as I reviewed
my current position as a trainer for a software company.  I spoke in front
of people every day.  But I still didn't make friends easily.  I didn't
have a steady anything.  I lived alone and traveled from city to city most
of the time.

I came back from my reverie when naked guy licked my cock clean.  Fuck his
ass? Could I?  "So, you want to give it a try?"

I looked at the naked guy now kneeling in front of me.  His eyes were
pleading with me again.  "You want this?" I asked him.

"Yes, Sir, please fuck me," he begged.

Suit chuckled and said, "He needs it."  He looked at me and said, "Well?"

I just nodded.  "Get up on the sink counter on your back," suit instructed.

The guy moved up and lay on his back on the sink, and pulled his legs up
and back.  "Go ahead," the suit said.  His hard 8 inches of thick cut dick
was still poking out of his fly.  I tried to ignore that as I lined up my
dick, which had swelled back to full erection, with his hole.  It was
hairy, and had white gobs of cum dripping out of it.

I didn't think about that as I put the head of my dick against his hole and
pressed.  It felt amazing as I slid in a bit.  His ass was so tight, and it
clamped down on my shaft as I pushed into his warm hole.  Oh, fuck, did
that feel good!

"Nice and tight!" suit said, as he watched me fucking his guy.  An image
flashed in my head of seeing this scene from someone else's perspective.
Here was a naked man lying on his back on the sinks of a public men's room,
while suit stood with a hard dick sticking out of his fly watching another
guy pounding away on the naked guy's ass.

I couldn't imagine the humiliation the guy must feel at being used like
this.

But then the passion and the pleasure took over, and all I could
concentrate on or think about were the sensations going on in my dick, and
the feeling of his tight, hot ass.  It was so amazing!  I know I had never
felt anything so wonderful and pleasurable.

I kept pounding his ass, and I heard his moaning filtering through the fog
of my concentration on the unimaginable fucking all-consuming pleasure in
my dick.  I felt him shudder, and wondered if he came, but it pushed all
the right buttons and I began to flood his ass with cum.  I shuddered as I
came and came.  It was the most amazing orgasm of my life!

When I came back to reality, and the current context, suit was laughing and
stroking his dick.  "Pretty fucking amazing, isn't he?" he asked.

I wiped sweat from my forehead as I slid out of the guy's ass.  The guy
quickly moved around to kneel and take my cock into his mouth.  He vacuum
sucked my dick, cleaning it completely.

When he finished, he lowered his head and looked at the floor.  I pushed my
dick back in my pants and zipped up.  I didn't think I would be able to cum
again for days.

Suit was standing there with his hard dick dripping.  He was looking back
and forth between me and naked guy.

He laughed and said, "Boy, you go back to this guy's room for the night and
tomorrow, then call me, and I will come and get you."

Suit worked to tuck his dick back into his pants.  He walked past me, and
patted me on the shoulder.  "You have fun with him.  He will do anything
you say.  He is well trained."  He chuckled, and walked out of the men's
room.

I stood there stunned.  I couldn't imagine the reality of the situation.  A
naked man knelt at my feet and he was now "mine."

He looked up at me and there was moisture in his eyes.  Was it for joy or
fear?  "Stand up," I said.

He stood and I looked at him again.  He was covered in piss, cum and sweat.
He stank.  How the hell was I going to get him out of this room?

I looked around trying to figure this out.  I could give him my coat, but
that wouldn't cover him enough.

"Okay, let's try this."  I took off of my coat and hung it on the stall
door that stood open.

Then I looked at him.  "Can you make that go down?" I said, thinking he
would take a leak, pour cold water over his head, or something.

But instead, he gripped his balls and squeezed hard and twisted.  I heard
him grunt in pain, as I took off my tie and shirt.  I looked down and his
dick was shriveling.  I pulled off my t-shirt and handed it to him.  Then I
pulled off of my pants, followed by my boxers.  I handed him the boxers and
said, "Put these on as well."

I got dressed again and then handed him my coat.  "Put this on and hold it
closed. Let's see if we can get you up to the room without causing too much
of a scene."

"Yes, Sir," he said, and followed instructions.  I wondered what his story
was, but didn't want to find out here in the men's room.  Reality was
crashing down on me as to just what I had done in a public place.  I began
to get really nervous.

Sweat was trickling down from my arm pits as I pushed him out of the doors,
and headed back to the hotel.  I tried to keep him to the side of the
hallways, and took the quickest way through the casino back to the
elevators.  Security guards didn't give me a second look, once I flashed my
key card.  I guess they were used to seeing all kinds of things here.

But not me; I was sweating.  I couldn't believe I was bringing a strange
man up to my room.  I didn't look at anyone in the elevator, but saw my
reflection in the polished metal of the door, and saw the sheen of sweat on
my face.

Once on our floor, I headed as fast as I could to my room.  Along the way,
we passed a couple going the opposite direction.  They looked at us, up and
down.  I knew they were judging me.

At the door, my hand shook as I tried to get the key card into the slot.
Once I finally got it in, it took me twice to get it to register.  I
panicked and thought I was going to have to go back down to the front desk.
But then I heard the bing and saw the green light.  I pushed down the
handle, and then pushed the guy into the room, quickly closing the door
behind me.

I collapsed into a chair.  Naked guy (although he was no longer naked)
knelt on the floor beside me.  "You can sit on a chair," I said, rubbing my
hand across my face and then my eyes.

"Yes, Sir," he said.  He got up and sat on the other chair in the room.

I sat there a moment, trying to gather my thoughts.  Finally, I sighed and
said, "Why don't you take a shower?"

"Yes, Sir," he said, rising from the chair.  He stripped with apparently no
shame, right there in front of me.  Most guy's turn their backs when they
undress in front of a stranger, or at least I did.  But I saw myself
staring at his naked form.  He was so handsome, so perfect, and eerily
attractive.

I shook my head and tried to clear those thoughts.  He left the clothes
folded neatly on the bed, as he headed into the bathroom.

I heard the shower running and began imagining him naked in the shower,
with the hot water running all over his body, caressing his every curve and
edge of his perfect body.  I felt my dick swelling.  What was going on with
me?  Did I want another go at his ass?

I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes.  Then I tiptoed to the
bathroom door, which he had left open.  I looked in the mirror and saw him
through the glass door of the shower.  I first took in his form, and then
noticed he was shivering.  Suddenly, I noticed no steam on the mirror.

"Is the hot water not working," I said, moving into the bathroom.

"No, Sir." he said, with a quivering voice.

"Then why cold water?" I asked, taking in his body again.  I looked at the
dark shadow of his crotch.

"I am not allowed to use hot water.  It is only for men," he said again.

"Fuck that," I said, reaching in and turning on the hot water.  I kept my
hand in the water until the temperature felt right.

I saw him relax a bit as the warm water cascaded over him.  Then I looked
down and saw his dick laying across his goose-egg sized balls.  The thick
hair of his crotch was drenched and laying in a tangled mass around this
cock and balls.

My mouth was dry, as I took in the rest of his body.  I felt my heart begin
to pound.  And I heard the thump thump in my ears.

He moved back from the spray and said, "Do you want to come in, Sir?  I
could wash you.  I am very good at it, Sir.'

My cock stirred. "Ah, you don't have to call me Sir.  My name is Bill," I
said, as I peeled off my socks.

"Yes, Sir, I mean, Bill," he said, looking down.

I dropped my pants to the floor and stepped out of them.  As if in a dream,
I saw myself stepping into the shower with him.  I was hard, as the warm
water hit me.  He knelt in front of me, grabbed a washcloth and soap,
applied soap to the cloth, and then started on my feet.

He had me lift my left foot, and tenderly washed every bit of my foot -
between the toes, the tops and bottoms.  It was so sensuous.

He went onto the next foot, and then slowly worked up the calf, knee and
thigh of the left leg.  Then he did the same on the right leg.

I was mesmerized by the caressing touch he used.  My dick was bobbing, as
he bypassed my crotch.  He stood and began washing my chest and stomach.
My eyes searched his body, taking in every aspect of it.  He kept his eyes
lowered, but gently pressed against me, indicating I should turn around.

He kept rinsing out the cloth and reapplying soap before moving onto a new
area.  He did each arm in the same way as he had done my legs.  I was
trembling as he worked across my back and then down to my ass.

He worked the cloth into my crack and gently cleaned out my ass crack and
around my hole.  I wanted release badly!  He reached around me and washed
my hard cock and balls.  He did it as gently as he had done every other
area.  I moaned with lust.

He rinsed the cloth and hung it over the edge of the shower.  Then he
grabbed the shampoo bottle, poured some into his hand, and began working it
into my hair.  Again, he was so sensuous in his massaging of my scalp.  I
sighed again, and leaned back against him.  As I did so, I felt his hard
dick against my ass.  He was as turned on as I was.

He rinsed my hair, and then I turned and grabbed him.  I held him tightly
against me and, with my right hand, I lifted his face.  His eyes were
closed; he didn't resist at all.  He was totally compliant.  I didn't know
why, and it didn't make it any sense, but I leaned in and kissed him deeply
and passionately.

I trembled again, as I broke the kiss.  I wanted him so badly.  He began to
slide down my body toward my cock.  I gasped as he inhaled my dick into his
mouth.  Oh, fuck, that felt so great!  But that isn't what I wanted.  "No,"
I said, pulling him up.  As if drugged, I turned off the water and pulled
him out of the shower.  I grabbed a towel and threw it at him.  "Get dried
off," I commanded.

I grabbed the other towel and hastily dried myself, all the time looking at
his body.  When I was dry, I grabbed him and pulled him out of the bathroom
and onto the bed.

I grabbed him and held him tight as I kissed him and ran my hands all over
his body.  I couldn't get enough of him.  I moved down his chest, sucking
his nipple into my mouth, and heard him moan.

My tongue ran through the tangle of damp hairs on his chest, and followed
the trail down to his navel.  He shivered, and ran his hands over my head
and down my back, as I worked lower on his body.  I found his swollen dick
and tasted the head of it.  I tasted the faint bit of soap, but savored the
underlying male musky taste of him.  It drove me wild!

I wanted more of him.  I tasted his nuts, and then moved back to his shaft.
I took the head in and ran my tongue along the piss slit.  Then I tasted
something new; it was salty sweet, and with a viscosity.  It must be his
precum.  I sucked it into my mouth, taking all of it.

More of it gushed out as I continued to lick and suck on and around his
dick.  I tried taking all of it, but choked.  I couldn't do it.  I heard
him gasping, and felt him bucking his hips up to my mouth.  He lay still,
and started panting.

I continued on, sucking his dick and stroking it until I felt the head
swell, and my mouth was flooded with warm, salty, sweet, creamy cum.  I
wanted all of it.  I sucked and sucked until there was none left.

His whole body trembled as he came down from his orgasm.  "Thank you, Sir,"
he gasped out, as his head moved back and forth.

I was moved to tears at his response.  He still thought he being compliant
to me.

I moved up and held him tightly.  I sobbed against his neck, until he
gripped me tightly as well.

We stayed like this until I finished sobbing.  I don't know what had
triggered this catharsis.  But it was so evident that I liked him, felt
sorry for him, and wondered at how he got the way he was.  I liked him.
Did that mean I was gay?  I couldn't deal with that now.

I rolled off of him, wiped my eyes, and sighed.  "What is your name?" I
asked.

His response was robotic, "Boy."

Exasperated, I said, "No, your real name."

"Sean ," he said meekly.

"Sean what," I whispered.

"Thompson," he responded, still in a whisper.

I rolled off of the bed and sat in a chair.  I put my head in my hands.
What was I doing?

I looked up at him.  He had raised up onto one side, and looked at me.
There were tears in his eyes.

"Do you have any family?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Any friends?" I prompted again.

He shook his head again, and looked down to the bed.

"So no one is out there who is wondering where you are?"

He shook his head again.

"Come here," I said, as gently as I could.  I pointed to the chair across
from me.

"Tell me about how you got here; who was that man, and what is going on," I
said, looking him in the eyes.  He had looked up at me.

He paused for a long time, and I thought he wasn't going to talk.  I was
about to say something else, when he started talking.

I realized as soon as he did start, that he had been trying to get his
emotions under control.  "I am not supposed to talk about this.  He will
put me in the box if I do." He looked at me, his eyes pleading with me.

"It's okay.  I am going to make sure that he never does anything to you
again." I didn't know where my bravado was coming from.  I reached over and
patted his knee.

"I think it was six or eight months ago." He swallowed down a lump of
emotion before he continued on.  "I was out partying and had had too much
to drink.  I walked out of the bar and was going to walk back to my
apartment.  He offered to give me a lift, and in my groggy state, I
accepted.  Later, I realized that he had done a lot of research on me.  He
knew everything about me."

He paused, and took a deep breath.  "I guess he knew more about me than I
thought.  I had no idea that guys could turn me on.  He took me to his
home, where he had a basement completely fitted out for his purposes."

He continued on with the story.  As it began to pour out, his voice became
stronger.  Suit, he had no name for him; he had only been allowed to call
the man, Sir.  He had been stripped and kept naked nearly the entire time
he was with the man.

Through deprivation, dominance, and discipline the man had cracked Sean 's
psyche, until he was totally subservient to the man.  If he disobeyed an
instruction, he was shut up in a small wooden box.  He was locked in,
unable to move, and it fed on his fears of being buried alive.  Sean would
emerge, willing to do anything not to be returned to the box. Soon, it
became enough that just the mere threat of being placed in the box made him
compliant.

He was taken out in public naked, and humiliated over and over, until he
just came to accept it.  He was put on display at parties and made to
perform.  There wasn't anything that hadn't been done to him or that he
hadn't done.  He listed the sexual acts that he was a part of as a litany.
And then the list of abuses again seemed to be a mere list, rather than the
emotion that went with them; wax, whips, enemas, ropes, water, heat, cold,
racks, clamps, and clips.  He had been shaved so many times that he
couldn't remember the number.

The one thing that was good, if there was any good in the situation, was
that he had never had anything done that left a permanent mark.  He had
been bruised, battered, strapped, and more, but nothing that left a scar.
He had had a broken wrist, but that had healed without any visible marks,
and his wrist functioned correctly.  The man had professionals taking care
of him.

He had a rigorous physical training program led by a personal trainer.  It
had gotten him into the perfect physical condition that he was in.  He
wasn't a body builder, but he had a perfectly toned male physique.

After an hour or so, he began to wind down.  I walked over, pulled him up,
and held him against me.  It was his time to let it all out.  I continued
to pat his back until he finished.

While I held him, my mind ran through the next steps of what would have to
happen.  When he finished, I said, "Let's get out of here.  I have to
present a session in the morning, but I want us in another hotel before
then."

He wiped his face.  I pulled out some clothes for him to put on, and then
packed up the rest.  While doing this, I told my story.  Lonely, only
child, introvert, and shy; my infrequent forays into sex; my need to
masturbate (I blushed as I told this); all the things that made me `me.'
All the boring details of my life especially compared to his.

Once packed, we went downstairs, and I checked out; went out, grabbed a
cab, moved to another hotel, checked in, and made it to the room.  I was
exhausted by then. I flopped onto the bed, and realized that Sean had just
followed along with my direction, all the way.

I looked at him and said, "I am so sorry, Sean. I don't mean to tell you
what to do.  What do you want to do?" I looked at him, and he shrugged.  He
had been so beaten down that he had no idea of what his own ideas, plans,
goals, etc. were.

"Let's get some sleep and then we can figure this out in the morning." He
smiled a crooked smile, and nodded.  He stripped and folded the clothes
neatly on the chair, and stood waiting.

"Go ahead; climb into bed," I said, then thought, "if you want to."

He smiled, moved to the side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and
crawled in.  I stripped.  I usually wore my boxers to bed, but tonight, I
left them off, because he was naked.  I crawled into bed on the other side,
pulled the covers up to my head, and snuggled up to him.  It felt so
strange, and in another way so natural.

I fell asleep quite quickly; I was exhausted.  I drifted off to a dreamless
sleep against the warmth of Sean.

I was shaken awake by Sean thrashing on the bed.  I grabbed hold of him and
whispered into his ear, "It's alright.  Shhh."  He fought my grasp, and I
realized how it could affect him.  I let go and continued to speak to him
until he woke up and relaxed.

He sighed and fell back to sleep.  It took me a while longer to fall
asleep, thinking of what he must be going through.  I vowed then I that I
would get to know him, love him, care for him, and add him into my life.

I rubbed my hand across his brow and snuggled closer.  I couldn't imagine
how much my life was going to change, and all because I had walked into
that men's room.

I woke up the next morning with a knock on my door.  I slipped on a pair of
boxers and asked, "Who is it?"

"Room Service," came back the answer.

I shrugged, still half asleep, and opened the door.  Suit barged in,
pushing me back.  I stumbled back and tripped over the briefcase I had left
by the desk.  I landed on my ass.  Suit had closed the doors; he was
standing over me, glaring at me.

"So you thought you could just take my property and do what you want with
it.  You wanted your own little boy toy that I had trained so well."  He
laughed, as he saw the look on my face.

"You are so predictable.  All the observers that found you said you would
react this way.  You will make a perfect addition to my collection."  He
laughed again.

I started to get up, but he kicked me in the nuts.  It was a hard hit that
found its mark.  I doubled over on the floor, clutching my crotch.

"Your work will receive an email from you saying that you decided to follow
your dream." He had an evil laugh when he did it again, "and they will
replace you with some other dick off of the street."

Sean was awake now.  He saw what Suit had done.  He jumped up, and was
coming toward Suit, when Suit saw him and said, "Boy, you want to spend a
week in that box?"

Sean wavered, and I saw a shadow cross his face.  He crumpled back on the
bed, which brought another evil laugh from suit.

Suit reached down to me and grabbed a wrist.  He twisted it behind me,
rolling me onto my stomach.  He used some kind of plastic band, and cinched
my wrists tightly together.  I opened my mouth to cry out, but he stuffed
the socks he found on the floor into my mouth.

He grabbed my ankle and pulled it back.  I groaned in pain.  He just
twisted more.  He lashed my ankles together, and then my ankles to my
wrists with a short rope or something.  There was no give.

He rolled me onto my side then.  He sat on the edge of the bed and looked
at me.  "So you liked your little experiment with a man?"

I just lay there in pain, looking at him, wondering what the fuck I was
going to do now.

I was rewarded with a kick in the gut; it knocked all the wind out of me.

"I expect you to respond when I talk to you, boy," he said to me, and then
continued on.  "You will address me as Sir, when you can speak.  You will
only speak when spoken to, and if you can't speak, then you will nod or
shake your head to indicate your answer.  Do you understand, boy?"

I breathed through my nose until I could scream, "Fuck you," into the socks
stuffed in my mouth.  That earned me a kick in the nuts.  I thought I was
going to throw up.

`Do you want another of those, boy?" he asked me.

I shook my head quickly.  I couldn't take another of those.

"So now, boy," he tapped his foot on my nose.  "Did you like your
experience with a man?"

I hesitated.  I didn't want to answer him, but I couldn't take another one
of those kicks.  I nodded my head.

He laughed.  He bent down and pulled down my boxers to my knees.  "Yeah, I
think that ass of yours will see plenty of action."  He chuckled, and
added, "And I know several guys that would like to work over those balls."
He tapped them lightly with the toe of his shoe.  They still ached.

"So here's how it is going to be.  I am going to release you.  You are
going to get dressed, and so is the boy over there." He indicated Sean, who
was cowering on the bed.  Then we are going to walk out of here."  He
paused a moment.

"And any funny business, Bill, means that the boy here will not only get
the box, but I will let some of my more sadistic friends have some fun with
him."  That made me mad.  I didn't want Sean hurt again.

I shook my head and tried to scream "Fuck you!" again.  But I got another
kick to my nuts and then one to my stomach.  He just kept kicking.  There
was nothing I could do.  I was completely vulnerable.

I thought sure he was going to kill me, when I heard a loud thunk, and suit
fell to the floor.  I looked up and there was Sean, with one of the solid
metal lamp bases in his hands.  He had walloped Suit a good one.

He fiddled around in Suits jacket until he came up with two more of those
plastic zip ties.  He got Suit's arms and legs bound up.  Then he fished
into Suits pockets until he found a pen knife.  He used it to cut my
straps.  I sat there rubbing my wrists and trying to get my wind back.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked.  I was scared shitless.

"Call the fucking cops and let them take care of him."  He was mad, and he
was confident now.  He was still breathing hard.  The adrenaline must be
rushing through him for him to stand up to suit that way.

"Are you sure?" I said.

He bent down and gathered me up in his strong arms.  He lifted me up and
hugged me.  "Yes.  And if your offer to stay with you still stands, I would
like to give that a try."

Too much was happening too fast for me.  I just nodded, and then said,
"Yes, Sean."

It turned out that the feds were looking for suit for kidnapping and human
trafficking.  There was a big reward out from some billionaire whose son
had been taken by the man.

Suit got one thing right, and that was my work found some other dick to do
my job.  Sean and I have opened a small computer business, and have a
wonderful house.  We have begun to get to know each other and each other's
bodies more and more, but we keep exploring, looking for new nooks and
crannies!


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harry