O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Stephen's Cock Control 2

by Glaucon55

Training Stephen

The following week I made sure that Stephen and I had many opportunities to work with each other. I persuaded the partner leading my area that he was compatible with me and wanted him permanently assigned to me. It was unusual to have a paralegal assigned to a member of the firm, but because of the projects I had been assigned, I was able to make my case. I don’t know what Stephen thought when the news came to him. He seemed to smile through it, remaining low key and friendly. If he had any suspicions, he kept his opinions to himself. As I watched him go through the day at work, I wondered how often he jerked off…with his Midwest goody-goody background, I assumed that he often went to sleep grinding his pecker into the sheets…but trying as much as possible now to shoot his scum. Guys like Stephen want to cum, every possible moment of the day…but he’s got that straight boy training, thinking that he shouldn’t do it. Fuck, guys like ! Stephen don’t know what their cum smells like, and haven’t watched their cocks spit gism…their embarrassed to pleasure themselves unless their forced. I was glad he was so repressed. Eventually his cock would be strictly under my supervision. But for the time being, I just wanted him to be accustomed to me. I made no reference to our new work relationship, but rather worked on becoming his focus professionally.

Slowly but surely, I began to talk to Stephen about his personal life. Jeez was this guy ever shy and reticent about his personal life. For a guy who was the life of the office in passing conversation, the moment you probed beyond the most superficial shit, he closed up like a clam. Most straight guys don’t talk about personal shit…they hem and haw, and talk around stuff like that. Of course they’ll always talk about chicks they don’t know, like how they like to nail them all night long, or lick some tight snatch till it was sopping wet…but they don’t like to get too personal about their own lives. Even though Stephen was no he-man, but he wasn’t milk toast either. Whenever I’d work around to talking about him he’d change the subject, or smile and avoid the issue. But I was patient. I knew that he was a walking boner with a brain attached, and once I got to his other “head” I’d get all the inform! ation I wanted.

I arranged for a someone to help me break down Stephen’s resistance. I met a guy through the gym, and my assistant Claire, and eventually had him cuffed, feet chained to a spreader bar, and a sweet little dildo humming up his ass, in spite of his totally hunk appearance. He works for UPS as a delivery guy, and got a free membership to the club in the building as a reward for customer service provided to several of the firms on his route; translate flirting with the secretaries on the floors where he made deliveries. And from what I heard about him from Claire, he made deliveries on and off the job. His cock was legend among some of the women in the building, lasting for at least thirty or forty minutes…and he liked to muff dive.

His name is Aaron Samuels; fuck I love straight, blue collar Jewish boys. You just don’t see them very often, and this piece of meat was just what the doctor ordered for my plans with Stephen Hatton. Aaron had graduated from high school, the product of a broken family. His grades weren’t good enough to get him into a decent college, so he went to the local J.C. and couldn’t get beyond the cunts he met in his classes. His eight inch prod with its oversized knob and wide flange loved to baste in pussy. I found out that he’d been hitting on my secretary Claire, but she wasn’t into his vanilla fucks. I had taken Claire to a new level of desire, and she liked her cunt used and itched until she was ready to scream, but usually tied and gagged first. Aaron just wanted to drive her into the mattress or let her bounce on his lap. His idea of novelty was doggie style.

He was 5’10”, with golden tan skin, green eyes and dark brown hair…everywhere. He had fur spreading in a fan from between the deep valley of his pecs and then across them, and a trail that extended down past his navel and arrived around his cock where it spread profusely around the shaft. The fur spread under his pecs, just resting under his big, jutting dark nipple cones. His big, hanging balls (one higher than the other….oh fuck yeah), were not hairy. But underneath those smooth, starch scented nuts and up into his ass crack there was a deep, dark fur. Then all over his legs, down his arms, dusting his toes and knuckles, and even across his pale ass cheeks, lovely brown hair. I could almost smell the ball sweat from his fat nards when I stood near him in the lockerroom, seeing that nicely muscled and compact form, his size 10 feet pigeon-toed from his narrow, strong heels and heavily muscled and veined. I would go out of my way to piss next t! o him in the urinals next to the lockerroom when he was on his way to the showers. I couldn’t help but stare down at those thick, hairy toes curling under as he leaned back on his heels and pissed like a horse into the trough, closing his eyes to enjoy the sweet sensation of his urine shooting out in a thick line from between his wide piss lips. Oh, you gotta love dumb straight boys like Aaron. They fuck like bunnies because its in them, they don’t know why, they just get hard and need something to screw.

When Claire told me about him, and his persistence when he’d deliver stuff to the office, and at a bar after work, I persuaded her to lure him into a situation where she played the role of reluctant femme fatale who kept saying “no.” Here was an opportunity to get some straight ass, and to use it in my quest to control Stephen Hatton’s cock. I told her that if we could get him in a compromising situation on video, then I would step in on her behalf and make sure he understood that his attentions were unwanted. Like the sweet cunt she is, she agreed giving handsome Aaron plenty of opportunity to keep his hands roaming and rubbing while she resisted just enough to give him an aching erection. She got him to come back to the office after hours ostensibly to explain to him why she did not want to go out with him. I was in the next office, video-taping the whole scene through the document window from here office to mine.

Once she got him interested, cock hard and hoping to get lucky, I turned on the camera. Then she managed to fight him off without slapping him, but not without getting her blouse opened and his face near enough to her tits to constitute trouble for him. Shit, just watching him work on her got me going…the kid had a way of using his hands on her ass that made it seem like he was finger-fucking her from the outside of her clothes. Straight boys who have had success with cunts just have that easy confidence, they go on auto-pilot. He just assumed that her wet panties would make her surrender, and he’d have a hot, tight wet slit into which he could wedge his brainless prick. It needed to be soothed, milked in her cuntal vise, and he didn’t care how he got it in, as long as he was successful. He was predictably horny in his fuck talk…”Com’on Claire, you know you want it…just think how good it’ll feel, oh baby, I’ll make ! you sing real sweet. Just give me a little kiss, huh…com’on, it’ll be nice, you’ll like it…I’m a good kisser…com’on Claire, just one?” He figured if he could get his tongue down her throat he’d get his dick in her pussy. But Claire followed our plan to perfection, letting him get them both fuck horny, but resisting him in the end. Shit, girls can play that game so well on dick brains lick Aaron and make ‘em go home with blue balls. She finally got him out of the office, his pants bulging from and undisguised erection his wishful imagination had generated. The way his hands slid over and around her ass cheeks came out great on the tape, and his face pushed into her unbuttoned blouse sniffing and panting., while in the background she kept saying, “Aaron, stop it…no, don’t please stop.” Claire was such a good little actor, I sensed she would be helpful later in my relationship with ! Stephen.

The next day I made prints from the video feed into my home computer at home, and enlarged them. I gave them to Aaron in a sealed envelope the next time we met at the gym. He looked so luscious, standing there with his towel around his waist, his body and hair wet from the shower, so casual and boy confident. When he finally opened the envelope at home, I gave him instructions in an attached note to call me over the weekend so we could discuss how best to handle his sexual harassment of my assistant. On Saturday morning, I got the call by 8:30 a.m. Aaron tried to persuade me in his low, sexy voice that this was all a misunderstanding that nothing had happened. He claimed that Claire had lured him to the office, and that the whole thing seemed like some strange scam that this chick was trying to pull on him. I listened patiently, then reminded him that the pics were from a video that I had reviewed. It was clear, she had said “no” to him repeatedly, and he! had continued to try and force himself on her. This could cost his job, and might even get him arrested. There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Then Aaron appealed to me a one of the guys…”Man, I don’t know what this chick’s deal is…I was just trying to get laid…no harm, no foul…you know what I’m talking about, every guy gives it his best shot when he’s trying to get lucky.”

‘Yes,’ I thought to myself, ‘and now I’m going to get real lucky because your cock is bigger than your brain.’ My prick was now rock hard and jutting as I answered him.

“I hear ya Aaron,” I replied sounding sympathetic yet concerned, “but Claire feels that you were forcing yourself on her. I might be able to help you, but it would require you accepting some unorthodox arrangements. Are you interested?” He asked what the “arrangements” were, and I told him he should come over to my place and I’d explain. Half an hour later, he was sitting in my living room, dressed in Dockers, flip flops, and a t-shirt. He had a morning shadow, rushing out without shaving, and barely combing his hair. I popped a beer to which I added some Rophy, and began to explain his predicament. “You’ve got a couple of options Aaron. You can take some punishment that I will administer for Claire and tell her that you are repentant, or you can deal with the cops. It’s pretty straight forward. She just wants her pound of flesh, so to speak” He swigged his beer like a man who’d been in the des! ert, nervous and scared. And as his responses were soon affected by the combination of the beer and the drug, and so was his judgment. He reluctantly agreed to what he thought were Claire’s terms and within thirty minutes I had him stripped and trussed up on the bed in my room, with my video camera humming. He was on his knees with his handsome size 10 feet hanging over the edge of the bed, those long curved toes wriggling unconsciously from fear. I had cuffed his ankles to a spreader bar that kept his feet spread nicely, and made his hairy ass trench completely accessible. His wrists were cuffed to the same bar, outside of his ankles, so his face was forced down onto the bed, his ass up in the air and his arms helplessly stretched back to his ankles. I gave him more beer to drink before he went head down, and spiked it with a big dose of Rophy. When he was down, I told him that Poppers would help with the pain, and he gladly snorted them in his disoriented con! dition.

There’s nothing like a well built straight guy in bondage…fuck. That nice tan ass was pale by comparison to the rest of his tanned flesh, and deep in his crack was the dark brown hair in thick sworls that clogged his channel and hid his sweet little anal knot. I had slipped a dildo gag into his mouth, and in his fuzzy condition, he nervously sucked on it like it was a tit. I slipped a sweet little vibrating anal prod, generously greased, gently and slowly up his hot, tight protesting hole and I switched it on low. You know how that feels the first time, like the buzzing is rattling your teeth, the way that little whirring monster feels against your fuck nut. Aaron’s prick filled with blood the moment his prostate was touched, and soon was dripping copiously onto the towel I had put under him to protect the bed cover. I whispered into his ear in a low, quiet voice as he gurgled from behind the gag:

“Aaron, I’m gonna drain your nuts at least three times in a row so you get the fuck lust out of your system, and by the third time you’re gonna wish that you were dead, the way my fist is going to work that fat dick knob of yours. And I’m gonna spank that fine, tight ass of yours too, so you’ll know as I’m milking you that you were a bad, bad boy. You won’t be bothering Claire any more, but once you see the video tape I’m making, you’re gonna help me out as a bonus for my willingness to spare you from the cops, and your friends and family from seeing this excellent performance.” He looked at me groggily and tried to nod his head as if to say ‘no’…but when my lubed and callused fist closed around his pulsing prick, he hissed through the dildo gag, shut his eyes, and when I asked if he was going to cooperate, he nodded yes.

I toured that big stud frame. I sucked and liked his thick, hairy toes, tickling and scratching his soles which made his cock erect and drip from the overwhelming sensation. Apparently none of his dates had sucked his toes, and played with his tits…but I did both and his hapless cock drooled sap continuously. I leaned under him and sucked his navel, and I reached under his ass and tickled the hairy, thick root of his cock that reached from his big nuts to his ass hole. Love it when boys have thick cock roots, that ticklish sensitive spot under their balls and before their tight little pucker, a place to relentless make their cock’s flex from the wonderful play of a fingernail scratching and scraping on that spot. By the time I got to Aaron overheated prong, he was sweating and dripping pre-cum copiously. But I kept my promise, closing my rough fist around his plump, straining prick tip and milking that fat fuck stick of his three straight times…aaaaaa! hhhhhh, the staying power of hard up big boy’s straight dick. I made that penis brain cunt man squirt gism uncontrollably, his cock not accustomed to the rough fist cork-screwing unmercifully up and down his rigid rod and pulsing knob. And after I promised to spare him from a 4th straight handjob, I crawled underneath him and sucked his cock slow and used my tongue and the top of my mouth to milk him one last time. I wanted him to know how it would feel to have his cock sucked by another guy. I’ll tell you what, he might be a fucking pussy hound, but true to his testosterone thick brain, his cock liked the action well enough to give me one more sticky, thick, load. Then I made him suck me before I would let him go. I noted that when he was sucking my straining pecker, licking the sticky pre-sap, and learning to service a man, his cock betrayed him yet again and erected one last time. It took about two and a half hours total, but by the time it was over, Aa! ron was enlisted in my efforts to get Stephen…a straight punk fo rced into helping me seduce a confused one.

 

Stephen Gets Sucked

A week after I had trained Aaron, and reinforced my demands with more copies of pics of him and my secretary, it was time to get him into action. I looked out the window to see his truck driving up to the building right on schedule. He was making his usual deliveries just after the noon hour and as part of my plan. Stephen was a creature of habit, and after lunch he’d usually go to the john on our floor and take a piss, then head upstairs to the library…using the elevator beyond the john. I had followed him at a discreet distance several times, occasionally taking a leak standing next to him, but always making sure that he followed his routine to the library. He never seemed all that comfortable when I would saddle up to him in the john, but he followed his routine like clock-work. So when we had come up to the offices after lunch this day, I walked into the head with him. He finished his piss quickly, zipped up and washed his hands quickly. I had paged A! aron on my cell phone when we had reached the floor, and just as I finished faking a piss, Aaron entered the john, looking angry and sullen as he stared at me. I nodded to him as Stephen washed his hands and headed to the door. Aaron gave me a pleading, then “fuck you” look, turned around, and headed out of the john after Stephen. Then I watched as Aaron followed Stephen into the elevator to complete his end of the carefully planned bargain.

As the door to the elevator closed, Aaron moved to the back of the cab and let Stephen push the library button. Now the reason I steered Aaron to this elevator with Stephen was because it was only used by staff in the office, and then not all that often. As the elevator began its ascent, Aaron reached around Stephen who had not even looked at him, and punched the STOP button. As Stephen turned to ask what was going on, Aaron jammed his big frame into Stephen’s back and pushed the man into carpeted wall of the cab. Stephen started to yell, but Aaron clamped a hand over Stephen’s mouth, and quickly slipped his other hand up Stephen’s pullover sweater, and his shirt, firmly massaging his pecs and stomach. Stephen’s cock erected uncontrollably in his slacks, predictably responding to the touch of any person on his easily stimulated body. He initially struggled from fright, but within moments Aaron’s strong stroking of his chest and stomach, and! the tingling in his now erect cock, made Stephen into the reluctant slut I sensed he was. Aaron didn’t even have to grip Stephen’s cock, he just turned him around and forced him down onto his knees facing towards the delivery man’s sweaty, bulging uniform crotch.

The sweet stench of ball sweat wafted up from between his strong young thighs. Stephen wanted to look up, he wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He let Aaron force his face deep into the crotch of the uniform pants, and rub it back and forth. Stephen could hear the zipper going down, he could smell the heat and starch from the musky groin, he could feel the hardness of a big cock beneath a pair of tight Joe Boxer briefs. Stephen didn’t want this shit, he didn’t want to be on his knees in front of some hard cocked guy acting like a fucked up queer, but he couldn’t resist…he felt helpless…his limbs lost all their strength. Somewhere deep inside he needed to be on his knees, and the more he smelled the dick heat in front of him, the more nasty and humiliating he was treated, the more it seemed he wanted to be there. His own hard cock vibrated with untouched excitement as the young delivery man spoke in low, dirty words to him. Now someth! ing was rubbing against his lips…Christ, the guy was rubbing his fat prick knob across his lips, smeering his sticky lube on his face. The tip felt so soft, and yet the core was so hard…his mouth was opening…oh fuck, why couldn’t he close his mouth….aaaaggggghhhhhhh….uuuuuuummmmpppppp…. Stephen felt the bulging knob fill his mouth and start moving slowly in and out. He kept his eyes closed, he couldn’t open them and see a man’s prick slipping back and forth into his mouth and yet his dick felt like it was about to explode….and his lips slid back and forth on the soft and yet hard flesh.

Aaron followed instructions to the letter. He moved his cock back and forth into Stephen’s lips and tongue, just inside his mouth as I watched from behind, making the older guy service him. He closed his eyes and pretended it was some chick, maybe even Claire, sucking him off in the back of his van. And maybe cause he was angry at me, and angry at the firm, he kind of got off on humiliating a man, making Stephen’s lips smack and causing the wet, juicy sound of the awkward sucking to fill the elevator cab. Aaron was a boy who liked to squirt his scum and the hot wet cavern of Stephen’s mouth was just the current pussy he was using. But even though he was close, he followed my instructions and did not force his big cock too deep in Stephen’s mouth, nor ram in down his throat. He grunted like a champ….”Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuck yeah…eat me you bitch…lick my big fat prong…yeah suck me you fucking faggot…you’! re dirty cocksucker…ya like to eat a man’s prick, well chew on this fucker…slobber on my big prick…oh yeah, that’s it you queer fuck…eat it….eat it like it your moma’s titty….oooooowwwwwww…. aaaaagghhhhhh …mother-fuckin’ shit…. But just as Stephen was about to panic from the realization that male gism was about to flood his mouth and taste buds…Aaron pulled out. Instead, he yanked the man up and then shoved him back against the wall.

Stephen’s secret lust had turned him into putty. His eyes still closed, he put his hands up just to protect his face and head fearing that Aaron was going to hurt him. But Aaron just ignored him. Instead, he spun the man around and shoved his pants and briefs further down his legs. Then, with his own cock straining for release and sloppy wet with pre-cum, Aaron forced Stephen’s legs apart. The paralegal’s pants and briefs were jumbled at his knees, and his arms were now forced up over his head against the wall of the elevator. Aaron shoved the thick, rock hard shaft of his bloated prick between Stephen’s legs, and made the juicy knob grind up under the man’s sweating nuts. Working as quickly as he could to get this ordeal over, and with my warning that he had to make Stephen cum like he had made me cum or the deal was off, Aaron ground his hips and fucked his straining prick between the man’s legs. Treating it like an unruly clit, A! aron slipped his hands around Stephen’s body and grasped the rigid seven inch prong of the legal assistant. His experienced fist spiraled up and down the helpless man’s needy dick finally closing around his sensitive dick head until it expanded obscenely in his rough fist. Stephen surrendered to the deliciously sweet sensation of the strong young man’s fist working over his neglected fuck tip, making it tickle beyond his control. His legs began to shake, and splayed apart further then squeezed together to escape the excruciating sensation. When he closed his legs and hunched, Aaron drove his own cock into the tight clasp of the older guys legs and underneath his nuts. The little tight space served its purpose, driving Aaron further to his own sweet ejaculation…and his roiling fist kept Stephen squeezing tighter and tighter to prevent the torture of his unprotected cock knob. Stephen’s cock head tingled as it expanded in the voracious fist! of the younger man. He wanted to stay quiet, to endure this assault and get out of his captivity, but his mouth opened involuntarily, and he moaned his uncontrolled sexual fulfillment…. ”mmmmmm…..aaaaawwwwwww… oooooooooo, AAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Then in a flash, his cock shaft in the involuntary gasps of pure lust, and the bloated plum of his cock knob shot streams of pent up spunk from the piss lips against the wall of the cab, forced out by Aaron unrelenting and calloused fist on the exploding shaft. At the same moment, Aaron’s own cock head expanded to the plum size it attained at the moment of ejaculation, and spat wads and wads of his own starchy baby juice up between Stephen’s legs, dripping in thick clumps down into the man’s briefs, soaking his balls and perineum. The scene could not have been more amazing, with Aaron’s hairy ass cheeks clenching as he grunted his ejaculate between Stephen’s strong but helpless legs, and the paralegal rode the explosion, bouncing as his ow! n cock was milked mercilessly.

Aaron jumped up, leaving Stephen’s now drooling cock to continue its unattended ejaculation onto the elevator floor, and he backed away from the other man in disgust. Wiping his sweating face with the back of his clean hand, he wiped the other, spunk wet fist against his work pants. He turned and immediately pressed the start button so that the elevator would continue its journey to the Library. The moment it arrived, he rushed out, and headed for the stairwell to make a discreet departure. I had accomplished my goal, making Stephen surrender a second time to an unknown sexual predator, making him lose control of his timid body and hard cock, and shoot cum at the hands of another man. That it was a straight man whom I had forced to take him, only made my cock leak all the more in my tight briefs, requiring almost fifteen minutes of in my office behind the desk for my prick to stop jutting obscenely against my suit pants.

Later I gave Aaron the prints and copy of the video with Claire. But I sort of double crossed him, and told him that he’d get the tape of himself at my apartment if he visited me once a month for the next three months for continued “treatment.” He accepted with hateful resignation, but knew that I had the upper hand. I could spend an evening with that hard dicked blue collar boy, spiraling my fist up and down his thick stalk without letting him cum for what must have seemed like hours. Watching his big, thick hairy toes curl from the relentless work of my own fist on his pussy trained prick, and tickling his knob with a variety of tools from an electric tooth brush to a lubed batting glove. That hard cocked Jewish boy could shot cum like he was repopulating the ‘promised land.’ He could never quite make his straight but dull brain figure out how to resist my invasions of his body, it responded like Pavlov’s dogs, always hoping for! another way to erect his randy tool, and make it’s bloated fuck tip drool for attention. Milking that hairy, straight boy was one of my fondest memories of the first six months of work in San Diego, finding new and exciting ways to make his cock head expand helplessly from sensations caused by another man. I learned a couple of years later he married a nice girl that his parents liked, and immediately started producing kids, but I wondered in the night if as he slid his oversized cock knob into that steamy cunt, and the walls gripped him, if he still yearned for the many ways I had showed him his cock could be tantilized into spurting ejaculations?

But I digress. Before I retreated back into my office after Stephen had been molested in the elevator, I observed him returning from the Library… disheveled. His face was flushed and he looked about furtively, guiltily, wondering if anyone was staring at him. I turned away and smiled. My plan was working out perfectly. By the end of three months, I would have a confused straight male slave servicing me and only me… ejaculating on my order, and hating every minute in his conscious thoughts while craving it once I gave him a look, an expression, a whispered order. Stephen was about the become a helpless captive, and there was nothing his cock would let him do about it.

To be continued?

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