Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2000 09:02:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Obedient Bottom <obedient_bottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slavery and Spandex

Slavery and Spandex

Greg impulsively gave his new boyfriend Ryan a key to his
apartment in the third month of their relationship. Greg did so
because Ryan gave Greg sexual thrills unlike any Greg had ever
experienced. Unfortunately, it wasn't until it was too late that Greg
realized he was thinking with his dick and not with his mind when
he gave Ryan that key.

What drove Greg's decision was the sexual relationship Ryan
swiftly nurtured with Greg, a 30-year-old gay man still in the
closet. The handsome, muscular, 28-year-old Ryan quickly became
the demanding, controlling, selfish top desired so intensely by
Greg, a submissive, obedient bottom slavishly devoted to
worshipping cock. With the control he gained over Greg's sex life,
Ryan also gained control over Greg's entire life. Because once he
secured his own key to Greg's apartment, Ryan was able to access
Greg's life -- family phone numbers, work phone numbers,
personal information, and so much more. Ryan immediately gained
the power to destroy relations between Greg and his employer, as
well as the power to create all kinds of personal havoc for Greg,
who did not yet have the confidence to come out of "the closet."
So, in the blink of an eye, Ryan had total control over Greg's life.

But Ryan was not a criminal; he did not wish to steal from Greg or
perpetrate some other crime, per se. Ryan wanted Greg to be his
dream partner -- an obedient cock-slave who would literally do
anything Ryan wanted in and out of the bedroom. Needless to say,
Ryan very quickly brought out in Greg the acquiescent, obedient,
subservient lover Greg truly was but hadn't been for some time.
Greg was born to submit to other gay men, and though he always
was dating and virtually always the bottom, he had never been with
a lover so utterly in charge. Ryan's muscled body, wickedly sexy
looks and unrelenting domination became irresistible to Greg. The
compliant nature of the slim, fit, pretty Greg fed Ryan's dark and
demanding side.

Before Greg could utter a word, Ryan moved in with Greg and
took over. The gorgeous, muscular Ryan demanded sex whenever
Greg was not at work. And sex evolved immediately from "vanilla
positions" to complex sexual roles. One night, Ryan brought home
white, opaque, shiny pantyhose from Victoria's Secret; a thick, 10-
inch long vibrator (only 2 inches longer than Ryan's incredible,
godlike cock); and two pairs of spandex panties. It was that night
that Ryan got his ultimate wish: He turned Greg into his "girl," and
violently fucked the submissive bottom all night long, forcing Greg
to wear the various sexy items of women's lingerie. The initiation
into non-vanilla sex, pantyhose and other wild sexual thrills
continued into the weekend. When Ryan was resting his beautiful
and perfect cock, he made Greg use the massive vibrator. Greg
obediently fucked his own ass with the huge vibrating tool as Ryan
kicked back and watched, getting aroused yet again for another
raping of Greg's mouth or ass.

Late one Saturday afternoon, the weekend following Greg's
initiation into slavery, nylon and feminine humility, Ryan informed
Greg he had invited a close friend over to spend the night. He also
informed Greg that Greg would be serving the two young, gay men
that night, doing whatever Ryan and his friend Bryce ordered.
Ryan then told Greg to clean up the apartment, shower, then
change into the outfit Ryan had left for him in the bedroom. Ryan
was leaving to pick up Bryce and the two would be back around
8:00 p.m. So Greg immediately made the whole apartment
spotless. He then showered, taking precious care to ensure his
whole body, especially his ass, was clean and impeccable.
Following that, Greg made his way back to the bedroom to open
the box left for him by Ryan.

Greg opened the clothing box with great trepidation, as well as a
fair amount of sexual excitement. What he found inside
represented solely what Ryan wanted out of Ryan and Greg's new
life together. And this kind of complete control, combined with the
profoundly erotic nature of the outfit Ryan demanded Greg wear in
front of not just Ryan but now another man as well, made Greg
dizzy with never-before-felt feelings of pure, sexual bliss.

Slowly, Greg pulled the articles of clothing from the box: super-
shiny, purple, footed, spandex exercise tights; along with a thong-
back, high-gloss, jet-black, long-sleeve spandex bodysuit. The
thong-back bodysuit could be snapped and unsnapped in the
crotch. In the lower part of the seat of the form-fitting, thick, shiny
tights, there was a strategically placed hole, which was hidden
when the bodysuit was snapped in place. Altogether, it was a
feminine aerobics outfit of the sluttiest kind. Feeling the nylon and
spandex in his trembling hands, Greg unconsciously knew that his
enslavement by Ryan was complete. Ryan owned Greg, and Greg
knew he had no choice but to obey every word that came from
Ryan's divine mouth.

So Greg carefully squeezed into the precious tights that he now so
loved, slowly pulling the sexy thick spandex over every square
inch of his long, attractive legs and taut, truly luscious asscheeks.
With the second-skin tights now encasing his entire lower body,
Greg pushed his fit, slim, male form into the intensely tight, sexy,
female bodysuit. With the exception of his head, neck and hands,
Greg now was entirely covered in the tight and erotic material; he
was a genuinely alluring and hot combination of submissive gay
man and slutty straight woman. He was a throwback to 1980s
aerobics chic. He also, without any doubt, was Ryan's slave.or as
Ryan sometimes liked to say, "slavegirl."

Shortly after dressing as Ryan commanded, Greg heard the key in
the front door of his apartment. He then heard two voices. Ryan
and Bryce had arrived. Very suddenly, the realization hit Greg that
he was dressed as a very sexy, whorish young woman and was
about to be seen by a complete stranger, Bryce. Yet again, Greg
became dizzy with anticipation and sexual excitement. He was
quickly steadied by the forceful and dominant voice of Ryan, who
ordered his slave into the living room. Greg knew in his heart that
he had no choice but to comply whole-heartedly and immediately
with every whim and command from Ryan, due to the
blackmailing power Ryan quietly held over Greg. So Greg
composed himself and walked from the bedroom to the living
room, presenting himself quietly, eyes down, before his master and
his master's friend.

"You've still got it," Bryce said to Ryan after quickly inspecting
the humble, spandex-covered Greg. "I don't know what you'd do
without that incredible body of yours," Bryce added, smiling
knowingly at Ryan.

Ryan placed his left hand on Greg's ass, gently running his
fingertips over the skin-tight shiny spandex. He caressed the ass
and rear upper thighs, feeling only the taut meat wrapped in the
sexy purple tights. But then he grabbed Greg's waist with both
hands and flipped him around, so that Greg's back was facing he
and Bryce. Ryan looped the fingers of his left hand round the thin
strand of black spandex that dug into Greg's asscrack, the strand
which created the thong back. Ryan roughly yanked at the shiny
black fabric, easily unsnapping the thin back strand from the front
segment which tightly fit over Greg's crotch. Ryan lifted the thong
upward and told Bryce to have a closer look.

Bryce indeed had a very close look at Greg's beautiful buncheeks
wrapped in tighter-than-skin purple spandex. He grasped a cheek
with each hand, squeezing tightly, as he examined the carefully
constructed hole in the seat of the tights. The hole was reinforced
and lined up directly with Greg's rectum. "You are so cool, man,"
Bryce said to Ryan. "You can fuck her pussy without her having to
get out of the awesome outfit." Ryan and Bryce had a nice laugh at
Greg's expense. Greg, meanwhile, was becoming quite aroused by
Ryan and Bryce's inspection of his body, and most particularly by
Bryce -- a stranger to Greg until this night -- using female terms
when talking about him. Bryce then resnapped the black bodysuit
at the crotch, recreating the painfully tight thong. He also grabbed
another quick feel of Greg's purple-spandex-encased firm buns.
Greg just stood with his eyes closed as Bryce handled him.

Ryan and Bryce then removed their coats and shoes, handing them
all to the submissive Greg. Ryan commanded Greg to put the items
away and bring the two muscleboys a couple of beers. Greg
unflinchingly obeyed, getting a violent and loud slap in the ass
from Ryan as he left the living room with the coats and shoes.
Knowing speed was always a factor with his lover, roommate and
owner, Greg put away the guys' coats and shoes, grabbed the beers
from the kitchen, and hurriedly returned to the living room. There,
Ryan and Bryce already had turned on some music on the stereo
and kicked back. Ryan took the smaller of the two sofas, Bryce the
larger. Ryan reached back and dimmed the lights as Greg handed
each of the strong and powerful young men their beer.

"Kneel before my guest, girl," Ryan commanded. Greg
immediately did so, remaining quiet, as he knew was best. "Now
kiss my guest's feet, slut." Greg's spandex-encased hard-on got
even bigger as he placed his hands on the floor, leaned forward and
downward, and kissed the socks that covered Bryce's feet. Getting
onto all fours, Greg could feel his powerfully tight spandex
aerobics outfit constrict his thighs and tug at his ass and cock. The
spandex kept a fierce grip on his body, and provided great eye-
candy for the two buff boys.

"Good girl. Now," Ryan said ominously, "come and kneel between
my thighs and prepare to worship your new god." With that,
Greg's raging erection began leaking pre-come, creating a
noticeable spot in the skin-tight spandex. He quickly shifted over
to Ryan, remaining on his hands and knees the whole time. He
placed his face even with and near the giant bulge in Ryan's tight
jeans. Ryan grabbed Greg's head with one hand and smashed
Greg's face into the meaty bulge. Bryce laughed a sinister laugh
while the music blared on in the background. Ryan pulled Greg's
face from his crotch, tugging by Greg's hair. Ryan then
commanded: "Now pull your new god from my pants and give it
the best suck you've ever given in your entire life, bitch!"

Both afraid and titillated, Greg obeyed, unzipping the jeans and
freeing Ryan's eight-inch erect cock from the tight pants and even
tighter nylon bikini briefs. "You just watch," Ryan boasted to
Bryce. "She gives the best blow-jobs."

Even though Bryce, still a virtual stranger to Greg, was sitting only
a couple feet from him, Greg knew he had absolutely no choice but
to obey Ryan. Greg knew that if he even questioned an order from
Ryan, Ryan could make a couple calls or send a couple faxes and
create major damage to Greg's life. Perhaps worse, Greg also
worried in the back of his head that two such muscular and
powerful hunks as Ryan and Bryce easily could inflict great
personal injury upon Greg. These thoughts guided Greg to
slavishly obey Ryan, doing whatever the muscleboy ordered. So,
Greg began giving Ryan a spectacular blow-job in full view of
Bryce, who drank beer and laughed.and watched.

Greg kissed the beautiful, erect, meaty beast of a dick that Ryan
liked to call Greg's "god." Greg kissed it, licked it and sucked it,
adoring and worshipping the ample prick. While Greg did his
work, Ryan rubbed and caressed the skin-tight, gleaming, women's
aerobics outfit that coated Greg's slim, fit body. The two became
lost in erotic bliss.

As Ryan came closer and closer to orgasm, he grasped Greg's head
with both hands, tugging at the bottom's hair and forcing his
slave's head on the incredible meat. Greg was deep-throating
Ryan's bountiful cock -- he had no choice. But just as Ryan was
about to come down Greg's throat and feed the submissive,
spandex-encased slave, Ryan violently pushed Greg off his cock.
The shove sent Greg backwards and to the floor, and completely
startled Bryce, who was watching, drinking and having a great
time. Ryan bent far over, grasping his mighty meat and doing his
best to point it at the floor in front of him as he personally brought
himself to climax. Ryan's moan was manly and loud. His cock
shot and shot and shot come, creating a puddle of hot semen on the
carpet in front of the couch by Ryan's feet. Ryan lay back into the
cushions of the sofa and relaxed, enjoying his orgasm, and his
ongoing domination of Greg.

Giving Ryan a minute or two to calm down, the cool and sexy
Bryce simply said to his friend, "Awesome, dude." But on that
note, Ryan sat up, turned to Bryce, and said, "You think that's it?"
Ryan then turned to Greg, who was resting on all fours, leaning
back on his taut ass. "Crawl over to me on your stomach, bitch,"
Ryan ordered. Seeing where this was going, Bryce urged Ryan on:
"Oh yeah, Ryan. Do it. Do it, stud."

As Greg got to Ryan's feet, Ryan calmly and wickedly said, "Eat
it." Fearing the repercussions of even the slightest hesitation, Greg
began eating Ryan's semen from the floor. Slowly his lips picked
up more and more of the warm come that just minutes ago came
from the dominant hunk's powerful dick. Ryan then placed his
right hand on the back of Greg's head and jammed Greg's face into
the floor, wiping Greg's face in the remaining semen. This whole
time, Ryan noticed Bryce staring at Greg's very desirable spandex-
wrapped asscheeks. Ryan told Bryce, "I think this slut needs a
spanking, a really hard spanking. Why don't you help me out?"
Bryce smiled a very big smile, set down his beer, and lunged to the
floor. He started caressing the taut assmeat being tightly
constrained by the sexy women's spandex tights. He grabbed and
rubbed Greg's ass, enjoying the feel of skin-tight spandex on
beautiful bottom meat. But quite suddenly, the muscleboy held his
right hand high in the air and began giving Greg's precious ass a
most vicious and hateful spanking, the whole time yelling "Bitch"
and "Slut" and "Whore" at Greg. Ryan continued to force Greg's
face into the come on the floor, so that the two dominant hunks
could only hear muted cries from Greg, who continued to do his
best to finish Ryan's semen.

After about five minutes of this treatment, Ryan and Bryce stopped
their torture, went to the kitchen, and got some more beers. Greg
lay on the floor unable to move. He was in pain, he was
humiliated, and he was totally dominated. But at the same time, he
also felt a certain amount of sexual fulfillment. No matter how
humiliating or wicked the treatment, deep down Greg truly did
love obeying a muscled and dominant hunk such as Ryan. Greg
lived to worship the cocks and bodies of men such as Ryan.

Ryan and Bryce returned to the living room. Bryce cranked up the
stereo some and fell onto the larger couch. Ryan ordered Greg into
the bedroom and onto the bed. On the way to the bedroom, Ryan
said to the lounging Bryce, "Now that you have her ass tenderized
for me, I gotta nail her. Back in 10 minutes." Bryce laughed, gave
Ryan a more than friendly wink, and kicked back on the couch.

Entering the darkened bedroom, Ryan noticed Greg already had
assumed the position: on his stomach, face in the pillows. Ryan
stripped, climbed on the bed, wrapped his muscled thighs around
the spandex-covered bottom-boy's thighs, and unsnapped the
crotch of Greg's skin-tight spandex bodysuit. Ryan dabbed a tiny
bit of lubricant on the tip of his massive erect cock, then
maneuvered the phallic beast through the hole in the seat of Greg's
aerobics tights.

"Okay, slut," Ryan whispered, and with that, he jammed his cock
deep into Greg's ass, taking Greg's breath away for a moment.
Ryan then began mercilessly pounding his slavegirl's ass. Amidst
the pain and his own muffled screams, Greg -- Ryan's spandex-
wearing aerobics-girl slut -- resigned himself to his fate...


As with my previous stories in the Nifty Archives, this is based on
true events from my past. My previous stories include: Former
Boyfriend Has His Way, and, Water Polo Boys Get What They
Want (both in the Gay Male Authoritarian section). If you are a
gay man age 18 or older and would like to correspond about issues
relating to sexual roles (top/bottom) or fetishes (particularly nylon
and spandex), please send me a note at:
obedient_bottom@yahoo.com. Love!