The next day I awoke in the upstairs bedroom. I curled my feet and scratched the silk sheets with my toenails. Last night was perfect. I’d been with the man of my dreams finally after years of lust and planning. It was almost overwhelming. I reached over and found the tablet I kept on the nightstand quickly turning on the live feeds.
Mr. Crawford had woken up before me. He was still nude of course and his taut body continued to stretch and struggle against his binds. He mouthed something I couldn’t hear over and over. I turned on the audio so I could make it out.
“Ben, I know you can hear me. Let me out! You can’t possibly think you can do this forever.”
There was something oddly arousing about watching this once strong, straight man writhe around on a bed, begging me, a skinny 18-year-old white kid who was neither intimidating or strong, for freedom. I couldn’t stop staring at his cock while it flopped around.
I reached inside my briefs and started playing with myself. My cock was already hard. I started reminiscing about the time we’d already shared, me finally feeling his beautiful meat enter my throat. The desperate pleas for release all the way up until his back arched and one volley of cum after another began to fill my throat. The strong, masculine taste that drove me mad, causing me to gobble and slurp like it was the only meal I’d ever have.
I couldn’t help myself then, I started fisting my cock using my own precum as lube. I pictured it in my mind while alternately watching Mr. Crawford on the tablet until I’d cum all over my flat stomach. I laid there for a while, with my heart thudding against my chest and a handful of my own semen.
Suddenly my phone buzzed. I reached under the covers and searched for my phone finally finding it. It was Denver. Fuck I forgot about him.
Can we talk? I haven’t seen my dad in a few hours and I’m starting to get worried.
I rolled my eyes. Needy fuck. So glad I finally had a real man to take care of.
Lol babe your dad’s a notorious drunk. He probably passed out at a bar somewhere. He’ll turn up eventually.
It was easy lying to him. If I was being honest, I hated Denver. He was everything Mr. Crawford was not. Weak, feminine, needy, average sized cock, his father was the superior in every sense of the word. I’d have to find the best way to break up with him soon that wouldn’t arise suspicion or the ungodly number of tears I’d have to endure after the deed was done.
My phone began ringing. Goddamn it was Denver face timing me. I thought about ignoring it again but knew he’d continue unless I answered. I picked up the phone. His badly dyed blue hair and splotchy acne riddled face were the first thing that came into view.
“Hey babe. What’s up?” He asked cheerily.
His high voice reminded me of the sound of a ringing bell, only pitchy, and grating to listen to. I attempted to hide my disdain, keeping my responses curt.
Oh nothing, about to take a shower, get dressed up, maybe make your dad some food before we make love, how about you faggot?
“Nothing, just hanging out,” I responded.
“Ah gotcha, his face became sullen. He was pouting. “It’s just that I’d sent you a few snaps yesterday and you hadn’t even opened them yet.”
“I’ve been busy. No need to send in the cavalry!” I said with an edge.
“Well I am still concerned about my dad. You know Lee from school? He works as an intern in his department. Said he hasn’t seen him in a few days.”
“Yeah I know Lee,” I responded blankly.
“That’s it? That’s all your going to say? Where are you anyway? I feel like I recognize the room.”
I can’t explain what I said next, part was strategy to get off the phone with this kid and the other part was pure rage.
“Listen Denver, you decided you wanted to hang out with your fucking mom for the summer more than you wanted to hangout with your goddamn boyfriend. I don’t have to give you my whereabouts all the time or open shitty snapchats of your chipotle bowl, and I certainly don’t have to pretend to be concerned about your drugged out, alcoholic father.”
I barely waited for his response before hanging up the phone. Although it was rude, my hope is that it would cause him to leave me alone or even better yet, break up with me.
I stared down at the tablet again, Mr. Crawford was still shouting at me. Couldn’t keep him waiting I suppose. I threw on a robe and climbed downstairs to the kitchen. Scotch eggs with a side of scotch and ice on the side, Mr. Crawford’s favorite. I prepared the meal and grabbed a tray, anxious for our day to begin.
I descended the second flight of stairs, scanning my fingerprint to get inside Mr. Crawford’s room.
“Hey Mr. C, sorry I overslept,” I apologized sitting down next to him in my comfy chair and setting his food on the table next to the bed.
“Ben, I just want to talk. I’m sorry I lost my temper yesterday, but you must understand this isn’t even remotely sustainable. You will have to feed and allow me to use the restrooms indefinitely. You will have to explain to Denver where you keep going during the day, and most importantly people will notice that I’m gone. I have a job and a life.”
“I appreciate you thinking so far in advance. If we’re going to make it as a couple you’re right, I will have to make some preparations. Foremost?”
I grabbed a small remote out of a pocket in my robe and pushed the button. A section of wall parted revealing a functioning toilet and small sink.
“For now, you will use the bathroom there. Regarding your employment, I have already taken the liberty to send a formal letter of resignation to your boss. In the future I will be providing all the funds that we need to survive. Lastly, regarding your son, I will ensure that he’s well taken care of as long as our relationship remains a secret. Though these are all temporary measures. I would like to reach the point in our relationship where we can reveal our marriage publicly. Of course, Denver will not understand at first, but eventually he will realize that we’re both happy.”
I smiled. The plan was bullet proof.
“Ben we are not in a relationship. You assaulted me last night. What you did last night was wrong and illegal. It is not a matter of if, but when people find out, you will be put away for a long time. You are now an adult so I will not sugar coat this for you. However, if you let me go now, I will protect you. I will write this off as the nightmare that it was and not tell a soul. This is your best and only option.”
His face was stern and serious. My cock twitched, eager for release again at the site of this Greek statue lying nude. I ignored my most basic urges. There would be plenty of time for that.
“I know it will take a bit longer to understand and I’m committed to ensuring that we have time to work on and get through this together. After I shut the door, you will have free reign of your room to use the bathroom and watch television as you wish.”
“If you think I’m going to allow you to strap me back to that bed like some kind of mental patient you’re even more insane than I thought,” he snarled back.
“That will be your decision my dear, however be advised, lined in every corner is a small nozzle. One push of a button on here and a tranquilizing gas will permeate through the room, rendering you unconscious and allowing me to strap you back in.”
I got up again. “Eat your food Mr. C., eggs suck when they’re cold.”
I sauntered out of the room again, anxious to watch Mr. Crawford on the monitor again. I went upstairs and made some dry toast. Taking a bite I plopped on my oversized living room sofa and turned on the tv.
“Now let’s see what Mr. C does with a little bit of freedom. I pressed another button on my pocket remote.
The chains on his wrists and ankles suddenly fell off. He sat up from his bed, rubbing his wrists. He smoothed his peppered hair and scratched his greying beard before picking up an egg and swirling the scotch in his mouth. I laid on my back and took another bite of toast. Of course, my eyes went right to his cock. Even flaccid it was long and girthy with a huge brown bush surrounding his meat. I made a mental note to trim him from foot to toe after we made love that night.
Walking around Mr. Crawford began feeling the walls, no doubt looking for an exit. I shook my head. You’ll never escape me Mr. C.
My cock twitched again, reminding me that Denver had interrupted my release this morning. I fished it out of my shorts again, spitting into my hand for lube. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like when me and Mr. C finally made love. I imagined him holding a finger to my hole and fingering me while my dick filled with blood, planting warm kisses on my shoulders and neck.
It’s always been you; he’d say, kissing me passionately. He’d aim his mammoth cock at my hole’s entrance and push slowly, constantly asking if I were ok.
I moved my hand up and down my shaft, cursing under my breath. Precum quickly sprang to the surface as I stroked up and down slowly, relishing the moment.
You’re my boy, now and forever, he’d moan into my ear as he pistoned in an out of me. Nothing else matters besides us baby, nothing. His tanned, hairy chest would press up against mine as he took me for himself.
Suddenly my body tensed as I erupted all over myself. Volley after volley of cum spurted out, covering my smooth bony chest with spunk. I laid there, paralyzed by a sense of euphoria. One day we’d be together like that Mr.C. One day.
I spent the rest of my day getting our room prepared. I intended on turning the room I was currently sleeping in, into our marital suite. I ordered Mr. Crawford’s favorite custom suits offline as well as his favorite whiskies, foods, and sweets. I wrote down a list of things I still had to figure out:
- Favorite films
- Favorite music
I looked back over to see Mr. Crawford shouting. I switched on the audio.
“Ben, I know you can hear me. I want to talk to you, maybe we can come to some kind of deal!”
I furrowed my brow before responding. “Not really interested in making any kind of deals Mr. C. I’m a bit preoccupied right now as well.”
Mr. C. looked around the room searching for the sound of my voice. “Listen son, I just want to talk to you face to face. I think we can talk this through.”
“Son?” I laughed through the speaker. “Didn’t realize you were into incest play Mr. C. Fine, I’ll come chat, but you have to be strapped in of course.”
“Now Ben, after what you did last time, I don’t feel comfortable strapping myself back onto that bed. I just want to talk face to face and find a way we can end this.”
“Gosh Mr. C as fun as that sounds, I still have to make you dinner. I’m making your favorite, ribeye, mashed potatoes, and mac and cheese.”
I went to turn off the audio when Mr. Crawford banged on the wall, “DAMMITT BEN. If I get on the bed and strap myself in, you promise you won’t touch my cock again?”
His eyes were pleading, begging me to acquiesce. I hesitated before responding again. “Lay back down on the bed sitting up with your legs out straight and your arms to your side.
“Ben before I do that, I need you to say that you promise. I don’t want you to do that ever again, do you understand?”
I balked internally. He was still speaking to me as if I were a child. I still decided to play his little game. “Yes, Mr. Crawford, I promise.”
“One more thing Ben, I’d like some clothes or something, It’s cold as hell.”
“Check under the bed Mr. C.”
He leaned down revealing his toned, hairy ass. I salivated. He then pulled out a pair of form fitting grey sweats and a pair of socks.
“Sorry Mr. C., no shirts just yet. You look better without one on, anyway.”
Mr. Crawford grimaced before sliding the sweats over his ass and putting on both socks. After that he sat down in the spot I’d indicated. I ran my fingers over a button and the metal bonds slid into place, binding his feet and hands to the bed.
“Be right down dear,” I said already climbing down the stairs.
When I arrived, Mr. Crawford was sitting there with a somber look on his face. “Thank you for coming down Ben. I wanted to see if we could come to some kind of agreement. It’s clear that you’ve become infatuated with me and I wanted to apologize if I’d done something to encourage that.”
“Ok,” I said amused.
“To that end I wanted to reiterate, I have no interest in men. The way you…violated me last night made me sick. It will no doubt go down as one of the worst moments in my life…With that being said, I’m willing to allow you one more act to get over this unhealthy obsession with me. After that, you will have to agree to let me go. In exchange I will tell no one about what has happened, not Denver, not the police, no one.” He said it earnestly.
“Mr. Crawford, you don’t understand. I’m in love with you. This isn’t some schoolboy crush I can just get over. Remember when you used to get so drunk daily and me and Denver would come pick you up from the bars. We’d throw you in the back of my car and drive you back home wiping off the vomit on your mouth and giving you a shower so you’d wake up in time to go to work the next day.”
I wiped away tears from my eyes. “I bet you thought it was because of how much I loved your son. Why else would I be willing to carry my boyfriend’s father home DAILY, huh? The truth of the matter is that I did it so I could stare into your glazed over sea green eyes. I did it because it meant I could touch you just on your arm for a minute while I dragged you home. I did it because you’re funny as hell when you’re drunk, you’d tell stories and-”
“Ben that’s enough, I understand now that that was wrong. It was negligent and it was harmful to both you boys. I apologize for that as well. My offer still stands. One night, you can do or have me do one thing to you and this can be over.”
I sat and contemplated. “Only one thing, right?”
“Yes Ben. One.”
“And it can be whatever I choose?”
“In theory? Yes, Ben.”
“In that case Mr. Crawford. I’d like to kiss you.”
“Just a kiss?”
“You sound shocked Mr. C.”
“I-I just thought after last night, you’d demand something…well something more.
I smirked. “You want the deal or not Mr. C? Time’s running out.”
“Fine Ben, as you wish. You may kiss me.”
My heart fluttered; they were words I thought I’d never hear. I climbed onto his lap and leaned in hastily. I parted my lips and forced them on Mr. Crawford’s small lips greedily. His breath tasted of scotch and I was drunk on it. I ran my tongue across his praying he’d meet mine. He didn’t. I continued, feeling his rough stubble press against my smooth boyish face while my tongue explored the walls of his mouth. I ran my fingers through his air with my heart bursting at the thought of my dream coming true. After minutes I came up for air to catch my breath.
“Are you done?” He said coldly.
I squinted and felt my heart drop in my chest. Despite my best efforts there was no reciprocated passion. Although my kisses were filled with longing and repressed passion, his were that of a fish, dead and lifeless. I was being pacified like a child being given a toy in exchange for his silence while walking through a mall.
“No, no Mr. C. I don’t think I am.”
“Now wait a minute Ben you pro-”
SCWHIP! A steel bar across the headboard appeared against Mr. Crawford throat restricting his head’s movement.
“Ben what in the hell are you doing?”
I pulled a special gag out of the bedside table and forced it into Mr. Crawford’s mouth.
“Mr. Crawford you continue to treat me as if I’m a child. I aim to show you that I’m a man with man sized needs and most importantly a man-sized cock.”
I pulled down my shorts revealing my already hardened boner.
“The gag that’s in your mouth prevents you from being able to bite down. Don’t quite trust you yet not to bite me.
I slid my cock head against his warm tongue ignoring the muffled pleas Mr. Crawford was making.
“Mhmmm baby taste my cock.”
I shoved it all the way down until it was at the back of his throat. Mr. Crawford made a startled gagging noise, but without the ability to close his mouth all he could do was attempt to move his head, unsuccessfully given the binds. I slowly rocked in and out of his mouth, punishing him for his insolence. I pulled my cock out of his mouth. It was glistening wet with slobber. Tears filled his eyes from having to deep throat me.
“Breathe through your nose Mr. C. It’ll make it easier for you to take it.”
I rammed it back into his mouth beginning to mercilessly skull fuck him. The sounds of my cock hitting the back of his throat repeatedly only emboldened me. My balls slapped against his scruff, tight and filled with my seed, waiting to explode. I slapped my cock against his tongue, wiping my precum and forcing him to taste it.
“Baby I ate plenty of pineapple juice to prepare for tonight. It’ll taste good I promise.”
I continued to rock my cock in and out of his mouth nearing climax.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” I moaned. My entire body clenched while I held his head in place.
Volley upon volley of my cum coated his throat. Despite the gag, I could hear Mr. C coughing and gagging as his body shuddered being forced to swallow the contents. I slapped my cock on his tongue, wiping off the excess like his mouth was a wet rag.
“Goddamn even without being able to use your lips you give the best head Mr. C.”
I sat there exhausted, perched on his lap. Mr. Crawford didn’t move, he just stared blankly at the ceiling still sputtering behind the gag.
RING!! Suddenly an alert sounded and Mr. C’s tv turned on behind me. I twisted around and looked at the screen showing the front door.
“Well shit Mr. C. Would you look at that? Looks like daddy’s boy has come for a visit.”
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