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A handsome straight landscaper lands himself in major trouble and pays a heavy, humiliating price to a sadistic executive in this classic story by Amalaric!

White Collar Perks – Chapter 1
by Amalaric

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Dobson’s captive hunk is stripped, bound, strapped and whipped to the pleasure of all watching.

White Collar Perks – Chapter 2: The Desk Slave
by Amalaric

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Jimmy’s humiliation continues when he is forced to masturbate in front of the audience then he is sacked up and taken to Dobson’s home for a more sinister session.

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The guys’ humiliation continues when they are stripped naked and oiled up….

Channel 4 Weatherman Loses a Big Bet – Chapter 3
A Tracker Shotts story
by robcot
Series: Channel 4 Weatherman Loses a Big Bet

“Hi, Tracker!,” said Jimmy Johnson, who was apparently the Channel 5 makeup guy.

Oh fuck. Jimmy and I slept together about six months ago. He gave me his number but I kind of never called him back. Truth was, our night together had been fun but he really wasn’t my type. I get around a lot, you know? I can’t be tied down.

“Hey, Jimmy,” I said, awkwardly.

“You know him?!,” Bill whispered to me.

“Yeah, biblically, as they would say in your church,” I whispered back.

“I hope you treated him well,” Pete whispered.

“Well— I guess—,” I said.

“Line up for me, gentlemen, side by side, and let me look at you,” Jimmy commanded.

Jimmy was, of course, out and proud, and also a little bit fey. I had to imagine that for Pete and, especially, church-boy Bill, being ordered around by a guy like Jimmy, while being forced to stand in front of him almost naked, was a little bit humiliating.

“No, boys, I have to see what we’re dealing with. You, the blond one, what’s your name?,” Jimmy asked.

“Bill. Bill Bobcat,” Bill said.

“Stop covering yourself, Billy. In fact, put your hands behind your backs. All three of you. Now!” Jimmy ordered.

We did it. No longer able to cover his bulge, Bill just stared ahead, humiliated, his hands behind his back.

“Well! Billy Bobcat, you actually look pretty good like that, once you show what you have to offer. But, Pete and Tracker, you guys didn’t think to diet before doing this?,” Jimmy asked.

I sucked in my gut.

“Oh well, my job is to make you guys look as good as possible on camera, under the circumstances. First I’m going to get your skin ready for the outdoor scenes,” Jimmy said.

From his desk Jimmy took a bottle of baby oil. He squirted it in his palm and then started rubbing it on Bill’s shoulder. Then he moved over to Bill’s neck. Bill jerked his arms and knocked away Jimmy’s hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m just ticklish there,” Bill said.

Jimmy was pissed. He walked toward a rack of clothes and grabbed some neckties.

“I didn’t come here to get slapped around by a bunch of Channel 4 bitches in their underwear. I’m going to need to take steps to protect myself, I see. All three of you, turn around, and put your hands behind your backs. No, higher, your hands up at your shoulder blades,” Jimmy ordered.

“Jimmy, he’s sorry, this isn’t necessary,” I said.

But Jimmy ignored me and used the neckties to tie each of our hands together, behind our shoulder blades.

“Now, where was I?,” Jimmy asked.

He took the oil again and started rubbing it all over Bill’s helpless body, lingering at the sensitive nipples, stroking Bill’s tied up arms, and massaging Bill’s thighs. I had to watch. Jimmy was definitely hot for “Billy,” much to Bill’s dismay. From watching Bill’s stomach, I knew he was breathing heavily; I imagined his heart was racing. I am certain that Bill’s church would… have questions for Bill if they saw him right now, getting oiled up by Jimmy.

The door opened. The Channel 5 cameraman strolled in, saw us tied up in our underwear, and laughed. He hoisted the camera up to his shoulder and started shooting video again.

Jimmy ordered Bill to turn around and applied some of the oil to his back. Jimmy’s hands worked their way down to Bill’s underwear band. And then he paused.

“So, you boys are in great hands today, because I’ve actually worked makeup for underwear model shoots. A technique I learned is to lightly oil the butt. That makes the fabric stick there more firmly, and it creates a more pronounced crease,” Jimmy said.

“No, that’s OK,” Bill said.

“It’s not your choice. Bend forward, Billy,” Jimmy ordered.

“Please, Jimmy, really, I don’t—” Bill started.

“Do what he says! Be a good sport!,” the cameraman coaxed.

Billy bent forward, his underwear-clad ass now prominent and pointing at Jimmy, his hands helplessly tied behind his back. Without any delay, Jimmy pulled the underwear band down, fully exposing Bill’s ass to the room.

It was a tight, cute ass, absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. But it was marred by a tattoo.

“Is that—a tiger tattoo?,” Pete asked, straining to look.

“No, it’s a fucking bobcat! Billy Bobcat has a bobcat tattooed on his ass!,” Jimmy shouted, laughing.

“I’ve got to get a shot of this,” the cameraman said.

We were all surprised. This was new information about Bill. Information, clearly, that he was expecting to keep private, much as he was expecting to keep the shape of his ass private. But right now, it was literally in the open.

“Fucking Sam, he should be here to protect us from stuff like this,” Pete whispered to me.

“If Sam were here, he’d be recommending new ways to torture us,” I replied.

Jimmy rubbed oil on Bill’s tight butt, stroking the two globes repeatedly. Jimmy’s finger even seemed to briefly slip between the globes, which elicited a yelp from Billy. I think it was only an accident.

Jimmy stood back. I saw Bill’s bound hands reach backwards to pull the underwear back up, but of course he could not reach. He was helpless, his bare ass hanging out for everyone to see. If he stood, he was in real danger of exposing his dick to the room. Bill remained bent over, passive, waiting for Jimmy to help him.

“I like you like this. I like you just like this. But we can’t do this forever, there’s work to be done,” Jimmy said.

Jimmy pulled up Bill’s underwear band and made him stand. Jimmy adjusted Bill’s underwear, tugging it down slightly and cupping Bill’s package, briefly, to put it into position.

“There now, turn around, let everyone see what you look like,” Jimmy said.

I had to admit, Jimmy knew his stuff. Bill looked even hotter, all oiled up with glistening skin. And his undies clung to his butt like never before, leaving nothing to the imagination. Parts of the fabric were now transparent, and would stay that way until the oil dried, I guessed, however long that took. Bill’s face, though, showed total shame and humiliation.

Jimmy took his oil to Pete next. Pete was a bigger guy with much more defined muscles. Jimmy took particular care with Pete’s abs, getting the oil on so they looked even more pronounced. Pete was standing next to me. Jimmy made Pete turn around, and face me, while Jimmy worked on Pete’s back.

Jimmy seemed to be saving Pete’s butt for last.

“Do you want me to bend forward?,” Pete asked, politely.

“No, I’ll just do this, it’s a lot faster” Jimmy said, and with a single jerk he pulled the briefs Pete was wearing down to his knees.

I had a full frontal view of Pete now, but his face was actually the best part. Looks of terror, shock and humiliation passed over his face. He lifted his eyes to the ceiling, avoiding all eye contact with me. I winked at him and then lowered my head to stare directly at his dick. I had already had plenty of opportunity to glance at it, but now here it was, gently bobbing back and forth while Jimmy massaged oil into Pete’s butt, with Pete able to do nothing to hide it.

Just then, Skipper Treadly, Channel 5 sports reporter, sauntered into the room.

“Take a fucking look at that, will you? Channel 4’s sports reporter, famous ladies’ man, oiled up like a Greek slave at a Roman auction. Too bad the ladies can’t see you now. Oh, wait, they can,” Skipper said.

Pete turned his head, apparently terrified that Skipper had invited in female staff members to see Pete naked and helpless, but then he realized what Skipper meant: the camera.

“I’ll get you for this, Skipper,” Pete said.

Skipper spanked Pete’s naked ass, hard. I saw Pete wince.

“Don’t think so, slave,” Skipper replied.

“It’s really heartwarming, seeing how close you two are becoming, but Skipper, why the long seduction? Just make him blow you,” I said.

Skipper shot me an evil look. Jimmy, shaking his head, walked back to the makeup table and came back with something.

“I knew you’d be a problem, Tracker. Open up,” Jimmy commanded. I opened my mouth and Jimmy inserted a ball gag, which he then fastened behind my head. Who the fuck has those on hand in a makeup room?, I thought.

“Well, let’s get to work on you,” Jimmy said. And then he sort of rolled my underwear down, turning it into sort of a rope, which he lowered all the way to my thighs, exposing my dick to the whole room. Jimmy sort of tied the briefs together, making it impossible for me to move my legs. I was basically bound hand and foot, and gagged, totally naked in front of my colleagues and in front of a camera.

“Naked, gagged, and tied up. If I had made you do this that one night, you definitely would have called me back, right Tracker?,” Jimmy taunted.

“Ooo, burn,” Pete taunted.

With my dick exposed, I had a problem. An obvious, growing problem, that the underwear had until seconds ago been straining to hide.

“Jesus, look at that thing,” Skipper said.

“For him, being in this room is like one of us being in the Panther cheerleaders’ locker room. He’s loving this,” the cameraman said.

But I wasn’t loving it. Jimmy was using my body however he wanted now, rubbing oil everywhere. He was going slowly, very slowly. He started on my left shoulder, slowly moved along my clavicle, and then let his oily fingers brush against my neck, where he knew I was ticklish. I jerked back but I had nowhere to retreat to. With my hands tied behind my back and my underwear still kind of holding my legs together, I was helpless. Being gagged, I also lost my best defense mechanism.

I started enjoying myself when he worked his way down to my pecs, stroking the nipples that he knew were super sensitive. My dick at this point was rock hard and pointing straight forward.

“Oh hey, Potter, glad you could make it,” Skipper said.

I had heard that name before: Potter. Potter Troutman. He was Channel 5’s brand new weatherman, who was supposed to start next week. They fired their old weatherman for sexual harassment. I had wanted to meet their new weatherman. But, not like this. I didn’t want him to see me like this, naked and gagged and humiliated.

I looked, and was shocked at who I saw. Oh, fuck no. That’s who their new weatherman was!? I tried to shrink back, and hide my naked body from his eyes, but of course there was no use.

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My Roommate is on the Swim Team – Chapter 2
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My Roommate is on the Swim Team – Chapter 3
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Matt sat with a buddy, Steve, in the cafeteria as they finished their lunches.

“There’s your gay roommate,” said Steve, pointing to the other side of the cafeteria where Rob was heading toward the tables.

“His name is Rob,” said Matt as he motioned to Rob to come over. “You could call him ‘Rob’ or ‘your roommate.’ You don’t have to mention that he’s gay. He only recently told people about that here at college, so he’s a bit sensitive about it.”

“Okay, sorry,” said Steve. “I didn’t mean to offend anyone. Anyway, I have to go now.”

“You know, he’s really a nice guy. You should give him a chance,” said Matt. “A chance to be a friend, I mean.”

“I’m afraid if I’m too friendly he’ll get the wrong idea,” said Steve.

“I’m sure he’s capable of discerning what kind of friend you want to be,” said Matt.

“Probably so,” said Steve. “Anyway, I need to go. See you later.”

“Later,” said Matt.

A moment later Rob arrived at the table and set down his tray.

“Good choice with the spaghetti,” said Matt. “I really liked it. Almost as good as Mom’s.”

“It looks good,” said Rob.

“So, anyway, I was wondering if you had anything planned this evening,” said Matt. “I know it’s Friday night, but I have something in mind for the two of us if you are available.”

“I don’t have any plans,” said Rob. “What did you have in mind?”

“I was planning a little roommate bonding experience,” said Matt, speaking quietly. “I’ll give you four hints. It involves our room, a chair, some rope, and some adult refreshments.”

“Yikes!” said Rob. “How can I turn down an invitation like that?”

***********

After dinner Rob found his roommate in his room fully dressed for a change. “Are you going out?” he asked.

“Just for a few minutes,” said Matt. “But first, I wanted to get you secured.” Matt pulled back the blanket on his bed and revealed the rope, organized in separate coils. “Do you need to pee or anything?”

“No, sir,” said Rob. “That’s all taken care off.”

“Okay, then private, strip down to your undershorts.”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob.

As Rob removed his clothes, Matt pulled the chair away from Rob’s desk. “Have a seat.”

Matt tied Rob’s ankles to the chair legs and his wrists behind his back. For extra measure he wound a rope around his chest and secured it to the back of the chair so it would stay in place.

“Comfy?” Matt asked.

“Very,” replied Rob.

“Okay, then.” Matt picked up Rob’s pants from his bed and pulled Rob’s car keys out of his left pocket. “May I borrow the Mazda so I can procure the adult refreshments?” he asked. “I promise I’ll be careful with it, and I’ll bring it right back.”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob, hoping like hell that nothing bad would happen to his father’s car that would require an embarrassing explanation.

Matt pulled Rob’s wallet out of his right pants pocket and opened it up, pulling out Rob’s drivers license. “This is a cute photo of you, Robbie” said Matt.

“Thank you, sir,” said Rob.

“You look about 14 years old in this photo,” said Matt.

“I was sixteen,” said Rob.

“Anyway, is it okay if I borrow ten bucks to purchase the adult refreshments?”

“Of course,” said Rob. “You don’t have to borrow it. Just take it. I don’t mind.”

“You’re the best,” said Matt. “And you look great all tied to the chair like that, by the way.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Rob. “You look great also, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“I’m glad you think so,” said Matt, with a wink. “Be back soon.” Rob heard him turn his key in the door lock, and he was gone.

Several minutes later Matt reappeared carrying a bag. “I bet you’re wondering what’s in the bag,” he said, dragging his chair closer to Rob and pulling out a bag of pretzels. “Want a pretzel, Robbie?”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob, realizing that he was about to be fed out of his hunky roommate’s hand.

Matt carefully opened the bag, pulled one out and popped it into Rob’s mouth. “Here you go.”

He watched for a moment as Rob chewed, and then pulled a six-pack out of his bag. “Now, here’s the adult part of the adult refreshments,” he said. In a moment he had two beers opened. “Open wide, buddy boy,” he said. Rob obediently opened his mouth, and Matt carefully tilted the can. Rob swallowed and swallowed and swallowed as the liquid continued into his mouth. After about a third of the can was drained, Matt lifted it away from his roommate’s mouth. “You seemed thirsty,” he commented.

“Not that thirsty,” said Rob.

“Maybe you need another pretzel,” said Matt, pressing one into Rob’s mouth and guzzling some of the beer from his own can as Rob swallowed the pretzel. “Now, open wide,” said Matt, pouring more beer down Rob’s throat.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” asked Rob, after the can was lifted again.

Matt drank from his own can before answering. “I thought it might help for both of us to have a little beverage-induced relaxation,” he said.

“What’s on your mind?” asked Rob.

“I’m almost embarrassed to tell you what’s on my mind,” said Matt. “Usually I feel so confident, but tonight I don’t.”

“Spill it, sir,” said Rob.

“Okay, okay,” said Matt. “I was thinking that you could save me a trip down the hall to the bathroom.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” asked Rob.

“Yes,” said Matt. “I want you to drink my pee.”

“Tonight?” asked Rob. “Tonight or from now on?”

“I want to try it tonight,” said Matt. “Then after that, we’ll see.”

“I’ve never done this before,” said Rob. “I’ve never even thought about doing it before.”

“And now you’re imagining my dick in your mouth, filling it with pee and you swallowing it? What are you thinking now?”

“So, I’m going to save you a trip down the hall? Is that your motivation? Or do you want a closer relationship with me? Let’s be honest here,” said Rob.

“Is this a trick question?” asked Matt. “If I say I want a closer relationship, then I’m saying I’m gay. I’m not gay.”

“You’re not gay? Not even a little bit?”

Matt produced two more beers, drank some himself and then poured beer down Rob’s throat. “You’re on thin ice, buddy,” he said.

“Why is that?” asked Rob. “Is it such a terrible thing to be a little bit gay? Is that what you’re saying?”

“I don’t think it’s gay for me to torment you,” said Matt. “It’s not bullying, either, because I genuinely like you, and I think you like me tormenting you. Now, tell me the truth. You like me tormenting you, don’t you? Look at you — you’re tied up now because you like me tormenting you. Am I right?”

“Yes, Matt,” said Robbie. “I’m tied up now because I like you tormenting me. And I’m willing to give this pee thing a try if that’s what you want.”

Matt walked over to Robbie’s dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. “Okay, Robbie, let’s give it a try.” He laid the shirt in Robbie’s lap. “Now, if you spill any of my pee, it’s going to land on one of your expensive shirts.” He unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, pulled out his dick and laid it in Robbie’s open mouth. Staring down into Rob’s eyes, he released a stream of pee into Robbie’s mouth and watched the expressions on Rob’s face as the ammonia-flavored liquid flowed down Rob’s throat.

“Yuck!” said Rob, when the liquid had all been swallowed.

“Good, huh?” said Matt.

“Not good,” said Rob. “I feel a bit sick to my stomach.”

“Pretzel?” asked Matt, holding one in front of Rob’s face.

“One pretzel and another swig of beer,” said Rob.

Matt watched Rob’s face intently as he fed him the pretzel and poured more beer down his throat. “So, when you woke up this morning did you have any idea that my dick would be in your mouth this evening?” he asked.

“I had absolutely no idea,” said Rob.

“Now, if you can believe it, I have more in store for you tonight,” said Matt.

“Oh, my God,” said Rob. “Another surprise?”

“Yes,” said Matt. “And if you drink another can of beer, I’ll tell you what it is.”

“We’re not drunk enough yet?” asked Rob.

Matt shook his head no, opened up another can of beer, drank some of it and then poured a large amount down Rob’s throat. “Pretzel?” he asked holding one up.

Rob nodded yes, and Matt pushed it into his mouth. This time Matt’s fingers touched Rob’s lips, and Rob wondered if the touch was intentional.

“Ready?” asked Matt, holding the can close to Rob’s mouth as he swallowed the pretzel. Rob nodded yes, and Matt poured down another large amount of beer. He studied Rob’s face again as he drank more beer himself from his own can. “You’re doing good, Robbie,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” said Rob. “When do I get to hear what comes next?”

“Drink the rest of this and I’ll tell you,” said Matt, lifting the can to Rob’s mouth. Rob obediently drank the rest of the beer in the can. Matt set the empty can down on the desk and patted Rob on the head, “Good boy, Robbie.”

“Thank you, sir. I don’t know why you’re complimenting me for drinking beer, but if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I’ll tell you why,” said Matt. “You may not like to hear this, but this is the second phase of tonight’s torment.” He paused for dramatic effect.

“Yes? And?” asked Rob.

“I’m going to keep you tied to the chair until you pee your pants,” said Matt.

“Did you just say you want me to pee my pants?” asked Rob.

“You heard me,” said Matt.

“That’s a humiliating idea,” said Rob. “I’m not a two year old. I don’t pee my pants.”

“You do now,” said Matt. “Tonight at least. You have no choice. I’m not untying you until you pee.” Matt got up, got his towel from the closet, brought it over and laid it on the floor. “Here’s my towel. I’ll even clean it up. I’ll even wash your underpants for you.”

“This is outrageous,” said Rob. “Nobody does this. I’ve never heard of anyone treating another person this way.”

“I’ve never heard of it either,” said Matt. “I just get such a kick out of tormenting you. I thought of this idea, and I couldn’t resist trying it.”

“If you are capable of this nutty idea, what else are you capable of?” asked Rob. “Are you going to take me out in the woods and leave me stranded and naked miles from civilization?”

“No, Robbie, I wouldn’t do that,” said Matt. “Then you’d be miles away from me, and I’d be worried about you. This way you’re here with me and I know you’re safe. You and I are having a little kinky fun together, with me tormenting you, and you suffering from my torment. Do you see the difference? And, by the way, am I mistaken or is your dick getting hard?”

“Fuck!” said Robbie. “My dick is getting hard because you want me to pee in my underpants.”

“Excellent,” said Matt, giving Rob’s dick a quick poke with his finger through the fabric. “Your dick has a mind of its own, doesn’t it? My evil plan is working.”

“Yikes!” said Robbie. “I can’t pee anyway if my dick is hard. And if you poke it, it’s going to be hard.”

“It will get soft again eventually,” said Matt. “It can’t stay up forever.” Matt lifted the polo shirt from Rob’s lap and buttened the top button. “Now you’re getting a makeshift blindfold.” He lowered the shirt over Rob’s head, such that the top of the shirt was stuck on the top of his head and the fabric was draped over Rob’s entire head rather than his chest. “Do you want more beer?” he asked.

“No, thank you,” said Rob. “It would just make me want to pee more. I’ve had enough liquid for now.”

“Is your bladder feeling full?” asked Matt. “I know my bladder was full just before I emptied it down your throat. Now you have your beer and my beer in your system.”

“I realize that,” said Rob. “I’m intensely aware of that.”

“So, stop talking and start peeing,” said Matt.

“I’ll pee when I’m ready,” said Rob. “I”m not ready. I’m still thinking this is all a joke, and you’re going to change your mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind,” said Matt. “Pee when you’re ready to pee.”

The two young men sat in silence for ten minutes, except for an occasional cuss word from Rob. Periodically he strained his muscles against the rope, as if he wished he could break free and find his way to the bathroom. He closed his eyes and tried to stay mentally alert, despite the dizzying effect of the bladder pain mixed with the intoxication and the emotional effects of being tormented by his hunky roommate. Finally he could take the pain no longer, and he released his sphincter. Instantly he felt the warm liquid against his inner thighs and heard it dripping down onto the towel below. Matt observed intently but quietly, his dick becoming slightly engorged.

They sat quietly for another minute, each one waiting for the other to speak.

“We’re not done yet,” said Matt.

“What? You have something else?” asked Rob.

“Yes,” said Matt. He got up, opened his closet, and returned with a bottle of lube. “You’re going to rub your dick until you cum.”

“How am I going to do that?” asked Rob.

“I’m going to untie your right hand,” said Matt. “But you can’t lift up your blindfold.”

“Oh, my,” said Rob. Matt crouched down by the back of Rob’s chair and reworked the knots so that Rob’s left hand was secured to the back of the chair and his right hand was free.

“Hold out your hand,” commanded Matt. As Rob complied, Matt poured lube into his hand from the bottle.”

“Are you going to watch me?” asked Rob as he stuck his hand into his wet shorts and pulled his dick out with his slicked-up hand.

“You accused me of being a little gay,” said Matt. “So, yes, I’m going to watch you, and I’m going to see how I react.”

“And if you are a little gay?” asked Rob.

“If I am a little gay then I’ll give some thought to what that means. But that is a big IF,” said Matt.

“I can’t believe I’m rubbing my dick and you’re watching,” said Rob. “You can help if you want.”

“Very funny, Robbie,” said Matt. “No way.”

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Hascombe calls a friend, fellow sadist Bobby.

24 Hours – Chapter 12: Another Fateful Phone Call
by Amalaric
Series: 24 Hours

Giuseppe Torelli’s Concerto for guitar, violin and orchestra in G major hummed soothingly from expensive speakers recessed in wide cabinets on either side of the book cases dominating one wall of the banker’s study. The titles lining the shelves were anything but tasteful, yet the books’ and bound series of magazines’ hand tooled covers would fool a casual observer. The ageing pervert was very proud of his collection of printed erotica. He sat like a surfeit, bloated toad, deep in the embrace of a leather easy chair playing with his state of the art smart phone. Swirling a golden tide of eighteen year old Laphroaig whisky around a crystal shot glass he took an absentminded sip and fiddled with the slow motion control on the camcorder attached to his cell phone. An image of Dave, stripped to his sweat stained briefs, swinging a pick over the garden trench moved sensuously across the tiny screen. Hascombe sighed, picked at his crotch and, pausing a moment in thought, punched a set of numbers on the keyboard. After a few rings, the voice on the other end of the line squeaked an irritated ‘hello’ and Hascombe cleared his throat. He had thought on and off for several hours, considering how he should spend the long evening that stretched ahead and, with only a faint twinge of reluctance, made up his mind to invite some company over to share in the fun. Bobby- what was the kid’s surname? Hascombe sometimes wondered, but Bobby remained cagey about certain things- was really the only choice…but what a choice! ‘Hello, Bobby, this is Brent Hascombe.’ He paused. A disembodied voice replied, dripping with theatrical impatience, ‘Shit, Brent, it’s half past nine already! If your laptop’s kicking up a fuss just try and live with it. I can come by tomorrow and have a look.’ ‘It’s not my laptop that’s kicking up the fuss,’ Hascombe smiled into the depth of his shot glass and fast forwarded the camcorder. His stiff dick raged against the unjust confinement of the sodden silk thong worn beneath conservative trousers. Dave stood in the nude with hands behind his head, rippling muscles glistening with nervous sweat as the camera lens roamed the hairy landscape of his young body. Hascombe nearly shot his load as the view panned to a close up. The tall stud’s big, dangling cock and balls filled the diminutive screen. ‘Brent? You still there?’ Bobby’s tone was subtly changed. An intuitive sort, he sensed a delicious frisson of indefinable tension crackling over the phone. Hascombe shivered as the engorged head of his dick rubbed against the confines of the tightly zipped fly. ‘Listen Bobby, you may find this hard to believe, but today…ah…the fantasy has become reality. Oh yes,’ giddy laughter dribbled into the receiver, ‘and what a reality! Bought myself a strapping, six foot three inch, tawny bundle of cocky manhood, all wrapped and ready for some serious sport. You know, I was thinking maybe you might be interested in dropping by…’ There was dead silence on the other end of the line. Hascombe burst into braying laughter then frowned as the small-screen image of Dave tethered and twisting against the old magnolia beaded with sprayed saliva. Bobby’s response was slow; pensive, if not calculating, ‘Listen Brent, I’ve got a lot to do this evening (he lied). Are you fucking with me? Got yourself a new mag and want to show off the center fold before it gets too sticky???’ ‘Suit yourself,’ Hascombe said, knowing all along what would suit this very special sort of friend. ‘OK, let me get this straight,’ Bobby cut in, ‘you got yourself a real live stud and you’re over there right now having some fun with him?’ ‘Been at it most of the day,’ Hascombe answered smugly as if it were utterly normal. ‘Describe him to me,’ Bobby said and the banker noted his labored tone. Bobby spoke like a winded runner, in the heat of repressed excitement. ‘Sure thing, Bobby,’ Hascombe replied. ‘Hold on, I’ll call you back in five minutes.’ ‘Wha???????’ Bobby’s confused shout was abruptly cut off as Hascombe hung up the phone.

Bobby leaned back on his living room sofa and exhaled a ragged sigh. He looked around the room with disinterested boredom daring himself to believe that Hascombe wasn’t playing some sort of prank. No, it couldn’t be; the fucking banker just wasn’t the type. But, what if… He flipped off the video he had been watching and stared at the phone. It had been two years since he had been paroled from the penitentiary and, considering the gravity of his crimes, it was amazing that he had been allowed to settle in another state. Well, maybe not so amazing. Bobby had formed some interesting connections while doing his time. He now lived by himself in comfortable middle-class squalor and made a decent living self-employed in electrical and computer technology. That’s how he had met Hascombe and, as his mind wandered, he smiled at the recollection. What had it been, a year or more? Seemed like yesterday. Hascombe had called the office and given directions to his home. Bobby strolled into the living room of the plush mansion and casually noted an expression of vague distaste crease the banker’s pudgy face. He wasn’t surprised or upset since he often had that effect on people. Somewhere around thirty years old, Bobby could have been handsome if his features had been subtly rearranged. Instead, he exuded an air of indefinable repugnance with pale skin and jet-black hair, matching eyes that swallowed the light like a dead shark’s, and a stocky build bordering on fat that could, if tipped the other way, be described as ‘solid’. He smelled like the bottom of his laundry hamper but compensated with a thick, mint scented, pomade used to spike his short hair. He had an innate arrogance and shrewd intelligence that had taken him a long way, and a year ago had strolled into the banker’s fussy life primed to play the role of a sexual Goebbels to Hascombe’s Hitler.

It seemed that his new client’s home computer had been acting up. Bobby quickly discovered the nature of his patron’s passionate ‘hobby’ and inwardly beamed. He would never forget the look of mortified shame and fear on Hascombe’s sagging gray face when he broke the news. ‘You visit some, uh, very interesting internet sites, Mr. Hascombe!’ His broad grin fairly shimmered with feral humor. Bobby let the seconds play out, savoring the slow torture of his quivering victim as Hascombe tried to will his racing heart to slow down, wondering where he had stashed his damn pills. You think you’re ten seconds away from being outed don’t you? Bobby thought. Well, it is tempting…but. His smile widened. ‘Hey!’ he said, ‘I always wondered who owned that handle over at GayBondageFiction. Cool name you picked!! Fuckin-A, Mr. Hascombe, it seems like you’re logged on at all hours. You ever sleep, man?????’ Hascombe struggled against a surging tide of nausea trying desperately not to pass out. Bobby giggled and, sidling up to the older man, threw a meaty arm over his shoulder, cupping the soft bulge at the banker’s crotch with his free hand. Hascombe gagged as his nostrils clogged with the cloying scent of mint pomade, frozen in the unlikely grip of his captor. ‘No fear, Mr. Banker/Wanker, I can get off on that too.’ He put on an ‘aw shucks’ look and slyly winked. ‘Really?’ Hascombe gasped; eyes wide as an orphaned child. ‘Yeah,’ Bobby laughed, ‘In fact, I think you and I have a lot in common.’ The younger man felt Hascombe’s stiffening dick nudge tentatively against his hot palm. And that, Bobby reflected, all the while staring at the phone, had been the beginning of a very rewarding friendship.

Dave shuddered as a deep groan of pure anguish echoed against four bare walls. He stood on one arched tip toe, semi-suspended in the center of the room, bathed in the mellow light of an overhead lamp like a sagging human mobile. After the flogging Hascombe had made him mop up the piss then slipped a leash around the buck’s neck and guided him to another part of the sprawling house. Roberta looked bored and slightly queasy. She tossed a half-smoked cigarette in a tiled corner and left for a short nap on the sofa. The banker and his handsome slave entered an austere room of vaguely Asian style casually littered with expensive ceramics. Dave waited, hands cuffed securely behind his broad back, as waves of weariness threatened to send his big body crashing to the floor, while the banker stepped back to savor his acquisition. Satisfied, Hascombe gripped the stud behind his warm neck and levered him a few feet sideways directly under a broad hook suspended from a chain in the ceiling. ‘Ever stand under the mistletoe, Dave? Maybe hoping you’d catch the eye of a pretty girl and get kissed? Well, this is sort of like that,’ he laughed softly at his own joke and continued, ‘except you don’t get kissed…and certainly not by a girl!’ He thought of Roberta softly snoring on the living room sofa and shrugged. Well, the little lady sure as hell was no blushing school girl and as for kisses, Hascombe had the feeling her appetite would be a bit sharper than that. Besides, with any luck the bitch might sleep through the night, but he doubted it.

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Standing by the plate glass window of his university’s indoor pool after taking a break from his laps in the pool, Matt noticed his roommate walking past. As the two of them nodded at each other, Matt’s friend from the swim team, Roger, asked, “You know that guy?”

“Yes,” said Matt. “He’s my roommate.”

“Do you know much about him?” asked Roger.

“I know he grew up here, and he’s a history major,” said Matt. “He’s a freshman just like us.”

“He went to my high school,” said Roger.

“So, you two are friends?” asked Matt.

“Not exactly,” said Roger. “He hung out with a different set of folks than I did. And, by the way, some of his friends were gay.”

“So, what are you saying?” asked Matt. “You think he’s gay?”

“I think he’s very likely to be gay,” said Roger. Also, I think he was looking at at certain spot on your Speedo just now.”

“I have to admit that he does that from time to time,” said Matt. “When the dorm seems hot I sometimes study dressed in just my underpants, and he has a tendency to stare at me from time to time.”

“So, how do you feel about having a possible cock-sucker for a roommate?” asked Roger.

“I don’t know yet,” said Matt. “It may be more of a challenge for him than for me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Roger.

“Look at me,” said Matt. “I have a perfect swimmer’s body. People have told me all my life that I’m handsome. If he’s gay, it must be a challenge for him to live in a dorm room with someone who looks like me.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” said Roger. “He probably has a crush on you already.”

* * *

Matt sat on his bed dressed only in his underpants and read a textbook. Hearing his roommate, Rob, insert his key into the lock from outside in the dorm hall, Matt set the textbook aside and put his hand on his shorts. The moment the door opened and Rob stepped into the room, Matt deliberately rubbed his privates as if his skin were itchy and he needed to scratch it. Rob turned slightly red as he looked over at his half-naked roommate and the location of Matt’s hand.

“How’s it going?” asked Rob.

“Good,” said Matt. “And I learned something about you today,” he said.

“Oh, really?” responded Rob.

“Yeah. I was talking with Roger at the pool, and he said he went to the same high school as you.”

“That’s right,” said Rob. “He used to be on the swim team for our high school, also.”

“Did you like your high school?” asked Matt.

“Yes,” said Rob. “I had some good friends there, and I liked my teachers. It was stressful at times, but I survived and enjoyed myself most of the time.”

“That’s good,” said Matt. “I enjoyed my high school years also. Now, to change the subject, I’ve been meaning to tell you that there’s something about you that bothers me.”

“Something bothers you?” asked Rob, looking perplexed.

“Yes,” said Matt. “I don’t think you’re getting enough exercise, Robbie.”

“I suppose that’s true,” said Rob. “I’m not on the swim team like you. I’ve been preoccupied with my studies lately.”

“Exactly,” said Matt. “So, anyway, since you’re my roommate, I’d like to see you improve in this area of your life.”

“Okay,” said Rob. “Let me think about how I can get more exercise, and I’ll do better. I promise.”

“Good boy,” said Matt. “Now, I want to help you, too. So, set your things down and do ten push-ups for me right now.”

“You’re giving me orders now?” asked Rob.

“Just do it,” said Matt.

Rob looked a bit puzzled, but he followed instructions and began doing the push-ups.

“Count out loud, Robbie,” said Matt.

“Okay,” said Rob, and he began counting them. When he finished counting, he stood back up. “Anything else you want me to do?” he asked.

“That’s it for now, Robbie,” said Matt. “Good boy.”

“My friends usually call me Rob,” said Rob.

“I know,” said Matt. “But since you’re my roommate and I know you better than most people, I want to call you Robbie.”

“Okay,” said Rob. “You can call me Robbie if want to.”

“Okay,” said Matt. “You can call me sir.”

* * *

Two weeks later Matt was eating alone in the cafeteria when he saw Rob pay for his food and head for the tables. When Rob saw Matt he hesitated until Matt waved him over. When he arrived at the table with his tray, he hesitated again.

“Sit down, Robbie,” said Matt, pointing to the chair opposite him. “You don’t need to wait for an invitation. I’m your roommate for God’s sake.”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob as he set his tray down. “Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Matt. “So, what’s new?” he asked.

“I just came from my archaeology class,” said Rob. “I heard about a lecture this Thursday night by an expert who’s done a lot of excavations at various sites in Israel. He is supposed to be a fascinating speaker.”

“Very nice,” said Matt.

“Actually, I was wondering if you would like to attend the lecture with me,” said Rob.

“Oh my goodness,” said Matt. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“You can call it a date if you want to, sir, but I was thinking it was more of a buddy thing,” said Rob.

“A buddy thing,” said Matt. “Just a buddy thing. I’m hurt. Anyway, give me a moment to think about this. I might do it if you would do certain things for me.”

“Such as?” asked Rob.

“You’ll have to do ten push-ups a day for seven days in a row, for starters,” said Matt.

“Yes, sir,” said Rob. “I’ll do the push-ups for you.”

“Secondly, you’ll need to loan me one of your Izod shirts to wear,” said Matt. “I’ve never been able to afford one, and I’ve always wanted one.”

“You can have whichever one you want, sir,” said Rob.

“Thank you,” said Rob. “I appreciate it. How can you afford to have so many?” asked Matt.

“My dad’s a dentist,” said Rob.

“Wow, that’s cool,” said Matt. “Did he buy you that Mazda as a birthday present or something?”

“Not exactly,” said Rob. “He owns the car, and he lets me drive it. I wish I owned it, but I don’t.”

“Well, it’s a really nice car,” said Matt. “I wish I had a rich dad who made my life easy. My dad is a supervisor at a factory.”

“He must be really proud of you,” said Rob.

“I guess,” said Matt. “He works the night shift, so he wasn’t able to attend many of my swim meets. My Mom went to all of them, though. Yeah, and speaking of swim meets, my first swim meet is next Tuesday, and it would mean a lot to me if you came to it.”

“Of course,” said Rob. “I’d like that.”

I bet you would, thought Matt. All those guys in their Speedos. It will be fag heaven for you.

“So, anyway, I have two more conditions if I have to sit through this boring, ahem, I mean fascinating lecture. You’ll have to buy me a beer in the student union after the lecture, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” said Rob. “I’ll buy you a beer.”

“And finally, once I have a little liquid courage in me, I want you to drive me in your fancy Mazda to a drug store and buy condoms with me.”

“Condoms?” asked Rob.

“Yes, condoms,” said Matt. “I haven’t needed them since I broke up with my high school girlfriend, but I just have a feeling in my gut that I’m going to need a condom again sometime in the coming weeks, and I just don’t feel right unless I have a stash of condoms in my dresser drawer. Know what I mean?”

“You want to be ready,” said Rob.

“Yes, and I don’t care how many condoms you might already have, I want you to buy condoms too at the same time I do,” said Matt. “I want to see your face turn red when you lay them down on the counter and pay for them. In fact, I’ll give you some money, and you can pay for yours and mine at the same time. I’ll be right there next to you when you pay for them, because I want to see how nonchalant you can be at the cash register, okay Robbie?”

“You’re driving a hard bargain,” said Rob. “Okay, it’s a deal. I’ll buy condoms with you and I’ll pay for them. Just don’t make any lame jokes about what size condom I might need compared to you.”

“Would I do that? Am I a mean guy?” asked Matt. “Just because I’m bigger than the average guy doesn’t mean I want to make anyone feel inferior.”

“I’m not necessarily inferior,” said Rob.

“Oh, yeah? You want to prove it?” asked Matt.

“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t,” said Rob. “You’d have to get me in the mood.”

“I have to get you in the mood, huh?” said Matt. “You can’t just pull down your pants, stroke your dick for twenty seconds and get it up?”

“Not with you staring at me,” said Rob. “Not if it’s some type of contest.”

“Well, if you want me to kiss you, Robbie, I’m not going to do that,” said Matt.

“You don’t have to kiss me,” said Rob. “That wasn’t what I was thinking.”

“So, what were you thinking, Robbie?” asked Matt. “I’m afraid to ask. What would get you in the mood?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” asked Rob. “I mean it, you have to promise.”

“Robbie, your secrets are safe with me,” said Matt. “You’re my roommate and my friend, and you can trust me. So, tell me what would get you in the mood, not that I’ll necessarily do what you want.”

“I have a secret desire to be tied spread-eagle in my bed,” said Rob.

“You want me to tie you to your bed?” asked Matt. “That would get you hard?”

“I’m sure it would get me hard,” said Rob.

“Oh, God,” said Matt. “I’m picturing this in my mind. You’re naked and lying on the bed. I’m tying your ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, and I’m tying your wrists to the top corners of the bed. You’re lying their naked and vulnerable. Your dick rises to its maximum boner length. I pull out my dick, and I prove to you that my dick is longer than yours. Then you know that you need to respect me even more than you do already. Then I cover you with a sheet, turn out the lights and leave you tied up like that all night long. No doubt you’d be dreaming about my big dick all night long.”

“Are you making fun of me?” asked Robbie.

“No, Robby, I’m not making fun of you,” said Matt. “So, do you have rope already or do we need to go out and buy some at the hardware store?”

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