I don't think I ever posted this piece. I found it in the file of possible stories for Alternate Issue 104 (February 2005) but not in my contents for that issue, or any other issue, either. It's a curious story, because one can't help wondering if the writer enjoyed his evening, or if he ever went back for another go-round with Jack.
An Evening at Jack’s
I headed over to Jack’s after I got out of work. It was around six in the evening, but the sun was still shining brightly overhead. It was August and the sun was so hot that you could barely see. I had on a blue sleeveless Abercrombie shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Not really work appropriate, but it was so hot. It only took me about fifteen minutes to get to Jack’s house.
When I got there, he was shirtless. He was a big guy, with some hair on his chest. Not really my type. I would use the word “bear.” I’d been over his place once before, and we’d fooled around a little, but didn’t really get into serious stuff. He’d been asking me again and again to come back, and while I was really looking for a relationship, I figured a little bit of fun for the both of us wasn’t really hurting anyone.
The minute I walked in the door he swung his left arm around me and used his right to grab a hank of my hair. He yanked it back and I yelped at him in protest. With my mouth open, he started to kiss me hard. I have to say, as far as warm greetings go, that one didn’t suck. He kissed me for maybe ten minutes, eventually turning his other arm back around towards my front and fondling my dick over my pants.
After around ten minutes, we were upstairs on the second floor watching a movie. Something with Paul Walker. All I remember is lying down and him putting his arms around me. He gave me something to drink. After the fourth or fifth drink, I started to take my clothes off. Every time I removed something, he goaded me until I took something else off. Soon I was completely naked. Also a little drunk. He kept grabbing my rock hard dick. He told me that he liked making me hard.
“Let’s go upstairs…” he whispered into my ear.
I nearly leapt up, ready to see the bedroom on the third floor that I had yet to see. When I got up the stairs, I heard him yell for me to kneel. I figured, what the hell. So I got down on my knees. “Good boy…” he said as he walked up the stairs. He had taken off his pants on the way up, and we both faced each other now completely naked. He quickly showed me who had the upper hand. He pointed at a chair. I got up and sat in it. He took out a small vile, I guess it was poppers. I took one whiff, then two. Both nostrils. The world kind of swirled for a minute. When I came to, he was tying my hands and feet to the chair. I started to say something, but he pushed his hand into my chest and forced me back down. He told me to be quiet. I obeyed, but I was starting to get a little nervous.
He applied a pair of chain clamps to my nipples. I started to yell a little from the pressure. As I yelled, he grabbed my hair again and kissed me deeply like he had when I had first entered the house. As he did it this time, though, he leaned in on my dick and grabbed it tight. He squeezed it at intervals, making me yell louder when he wanted. He moved my face onto his nipples and told me to suck on them. I did, and when I wasn’t sucking hard enough he squeezed my dick harder and hit me in the back of the head lightly. I did each nipple to his satisfaction, probable spending about 20 minutes on each one.
When he was finished there, he moved his armpit into my face. He obviously hadn’t used deodorant, and I nearly gagged from the smell. He told me to lick it and I shook my head back and forth, indicating no. After doing this, He took his right hand off the back of my head and moved it down to the right nipple clamp. He pressed on it hard, and increased the pressure on my dick. This was the first time he really let me have it. He did this for about 12 minutes, alternating nipples. I begged him to stop, but I think that just made him press harder. He shoved his armpit in my face again, and this time I licked it. He made me do each pit for about 16 to 17 minutes. He told me to clean him up good. When I was finished, he told me it was time for me to move to the bed. I reluctantly shook my head yes.
As he untied my rope bonds, he applied chain manacles to them. He hadn’t locked them onto anything yet, and the minute my legs were free, I made a dash to the downstairs exit. I was yanked back hard when I realized he was still gripping the other end. The ones around my hands and feet were locked good, and he wasn’t letting go. He told me I had been a naughty boy and now I was going to have to pay the price. Applying a collar to my neck, he dragged me over to his bed. He locked the manacles into place to the headboard and the bottom board, leaving me spread-eagled. He put a blindfold over my eyes. He also tightened the nipple clamps, which made me scream with rage. He told me that it was good I was getting angry because now I was learning who was boss.
I couldn’t see anything that was going on. I know at one point while I was there he took my picture because I heard the camera click. I felt him come up on top of me. Before I knew it, he had grabbed my head with both of his hands and plunged his dick into my mouth. At first, I resisted. But his dick actually felt good going down my throat, it was smooth… not too big, not too small… there were a few times when he grabbed my head and forcibly made me blow him faster, which were the only times it was unenjoyable. After awhile, I got really into it. We did it for maybe an hour. He eventually took his hands off my head and continued fiddling with my nipple clamps. I screamed into his penis, enjoying the sharp sensation it provided as I took his dick into my mouth. He eventually moved his ass onto my dick and I started fucking him while I was blowing him. He was in complete control, though, even to the point of how fast I was going. I felt completely intertwined with him… it was great.
“That was for me, boy,” Jack told me, putting on a gruffer-than-usual voice. “You tried to get away from me. Now you get your punishment.” I felt him tug the nipple clams one last time, then take them off. I felt so relieved. After maybe five minutes, I felt something else latch on to my nipples. They must have been clothespins. I started screaming, begging for him to take them off. He just readjusted them and made me scream more. I felt more little pressure points underneath my penis, and realized he had started applying them to my balls, too. He put on maybe three or four before he stopped. He let me scream and cry there for a half an hour. I was thrashing back and forth against the restraints, tears streaming down my face. He took a small lash and hit me all over my body while I continued to thrash all over his bed. After about a half an hour, he started blowing me. I was still thrashing against my manacles while he was doing it. He was giving me really good head. After maybe forty minutes, he started to jerk me off. He was saying that I belonged to him, and that I was his slave boy now. I struggled, and I struggled… but I finally gave in. I came. All over him. All over me. All over his bed. Everywhere I could possibly imagine. It had gotten on my face somehow. It felt like it lasted forever.
After he cleaned me up, he untied me and hugged me for a long time. He told me that if I ever wanted a good time again, I’d know where to go.
[This story was followed by a comment from me, asking the writer if he ever did go back for a good time, but since it's likely the story didn't get posted, I never found that out. Do any of you think he went back? Or should have?]
Should he go back, as someone that isn't into that type of scene, I would initially say hell no, but, if you are into that scene, and you know what could happen the next time you go there, well, why not. That is a consensual situation. If he went back, it was his choice.
I don't think he went back, there was too much non-consensual stuff. The fact that he was prevented from leaving would have made a point with me but then he already knew this guy. He mentioned "rage" as well and was forced with the application of pain to service the armpits. Too many things would make me think about calling the authorities but it was his own actions that led to the situation. There is not enough information to make that decision
All of the things he said that he didn't care for, but he still went along with, says, to me, that he really wanted something and that something appeared to be dominance of almost any kind.
Where did that guy work? I think I would like a managerial position there.
Posted by: Leo Devin | July 26, 2016 at 11:21 AM