Hunting For Sport
ISBN: 978-1-4507-8921-9
Copyright© 2011 by Chris W. O’Guinn
Smashwords Edition
Originally released August 2011
Cover Art by April Martinez
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LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction that includes graphic depictions of sexual intercourse as well as scenes of bondage and S&M. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older. This novel is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.
All characters herein are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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Please keep in mind this is a work of fantasy intended for enjoyment and titillation. The author does not endorse or recommend engaging in unprotected sex and the novel “Hunting For Sport” should not be taken to suggest or imply otherwise . The author and the publisher will not be held responsible or liable for any injury incurred should a reader attempt any of the acts depicted in “Hunting For Sport.”
Chapter 1
There was a sexy young man sitting on my couch, trapped like a fly caught in a web. His cheeks were bright crimson, from embarrassment as well as sullen outrage. The reversal I had dealt him had robbed him of the arrogant superiority that he had been puffed up with upon first arriving. The change in demeanor had made him much more appealing.
I leaned back in my overstuffed chair and smirked at him, which made his eyes narrow in impotent frustration. He was savvy enough to know I was enjoying the fact that I had bested him and that I was amused by his discomfort. It was only fair, after all. Had things gone the way he had intended, it would have been me squirming.
We were in the den of my penthouse, a lavish sanctuary with a gorgeous view of the ocean. The airy, open quality of the place gave it the feel of being bigger than it really was. It was my oasis, my refuge from the fast-paced life I led.
For that reason, it was decorated in a way that pleased me instead of a way that would make it look like a museum. The walls were painted in a rich, deep red color. Instead of trendy art, I had several framed black and white photos of famous sports stars hung up. The furniture was high quality but every piece had been selected for comfort over style.
The young reporter before me had unwisely come to the gates of my sanctuary like a modern-day knight errant come to slay the dragon. Armed with threats and accusations, the rash young man had found out that this dragon had teeth.
I liked his cock-sure attitude. In fact, I liked a lot about the sexy young man. In spite of the fact that he had come here to ruin me, I had no animosity towards him. He had learned his lesson and if things went as I was hoping, he would be in my bed before long.
The young man shifted uncomfortably, the leather fabric squeaking noisily in the silence that surrounded us. Sports athletes are my preferred fare, but the young man was unquestionably desirable. His brown hair was stylishly mussed and his deep brown eyes were bright behind the glasses he wore. He was trim and fit in all the best ways, and his dimpled chin just begged to be kissed.
“Um, s-so,” Drew started uneasily, speaking so the recorder would pick him up without difficulty. “This is the Hunter Phillips interview, take two. Uh, Mr. Phillips—”
“Please, call me Hunter.”
This interview was not going at all as he had planned, but it was proceeding exactly the way I had seen it going. Life was a chess game and I made sure to have all my moves plotted out in advance. He was a novice who had never suspected just how inevitable his defeat was.
I smirked even more openly at him, appreciating the way the evening sun dappled the fair skin of his shoulders with multiple hues of orange. Drew noticed my noticing and shivered slightly. Valiantly, he struggled on in the face of his overwhelming embarrassment. His determination to not let me get the better of him was impressive.
“Okay, Hunter, now you’ve owned the Orlando Legends for three years now and … uh, the effect has been noticeable. What would you attribute the turnaround to?”
I don’t revel in humiliating my partners. In fact, I much prefer things start off in a friendly, amicable way. The embarrassment I had inflicted on the young reporter had not been out of a sick sense of humor, but to knock him down a few pegs. Like so many men in their early twenties, he was convinced he knew everything about everything. I had to correct him.
“Well, obviously the addition of Dylan Page to our pitching staff has changed things tremendously.”
Drew nervously scratched one bare foot. “Um, yes, that was quite a coup. You, uh, got the better part of that deal by a mile. But, uh, let’s go back to you. Um, personal history. You’re one of the richest men in the U.S. under thirty. H-How did that come about?”
I let my eyes roam freely over him as he talked. He crossed his bare legs defensively, which did not save his modesty in any way. “I was one of those lucky few who invented something the Internet couldn’t live without. I sold the company for millions when I was twenty-two. Since then, I’ve diversified and invested wisely and now I am what some people call ‘filthy stinking rich.’ But Drew—May I call you Drew? These questions have all been asked and answered before.”
His eyes flashed with a momentary ire. “This isn’t the interview I prepared for and you know it. I’m having to wing it.”
I showed my indifference with a shrug. “So angry…. You could have left. Instead, you’re sitting there naked fumbling for a question like a first-year journalist student.”
Cheeks flaming, he gritted his teeth in outrage. Irritably, he shut off the recorder and fumed at me. “You didn’t say I could leave.”
“I didn’t tell you to stay.”
Drew shunted aside his confusion, determined to hold onto his anger. “I came here to—”
“Make a lot of baseless accusations,” I finished for him. “You’re not the first and I’m sure you won’t be the last. That’s why I have eyes and ears all over the place. But you’ve obviously lost some of your swagger along with your clothes. So, I’ll answer your questions, but off the record.”
“What good does that do me? This story was going to be my ticket.”
“We all have these little disappointments to live with. Now, you can sulk about it or you can ask me those questions and at least assuage your curiosity.”
“I think I’ve already got my answers,” Drew spat, looking down at his nakedness.
“No, you have guesses and surely a reporter only deals in facts.”
Drew’s pretty lips curled in annoyance. “I came here to get your side of the story. I have a source who says you force athletes you are associated with into having sex with them. Clearly, that’s true.”
My eyes narrowed at his accusation. “I never force anyone.”
“That’s not what my source says.”
“Are you sure?”
“What do you mean?”
“I spoke with your ‘source.’ He called me the morning after his interview with you. He had quite a hangover and I have to say that was a serious breach of ethics on your part. I know a good reporter stops at nothing to get his story, but really…. Throwing a man off the wagon just to get him to talk is a little low.”
Drew stared blankly at me. “I never made him drink anything.”
“That’s not what he told me.”
“Then he’s lying. And it doesn’t change what you did.”
“What did I do?”
“You made him have sex with you.”
I laughed out loud. “Oh, Drew, I never forced him to do anything.”
Drew’s pouty lips pursed and he looked away. “You’re forcing me,” he muttered sullenly.
I shrugged casually. “No, I’m not. I’m embarrassing you, which isn’t at all the same thing.”
Drew found some pride hiding in a hole somewhere and glowered at me. “Hold on, I’m sitting here butt-naked because you made it clear that if I didn’t do what you said, you’d expose my secret.”
“And it’s quite a secret. The very story that launched your journalism career was based on a lie. Your editors wouldn’t like that very much.”
Oh, the glare he gave me! It would have slaughtered me had looks the power to kill. All it did was amuse me, though. It was what he deserved for coming in here making such offensive accusations and blustering about an article he was writing about me and my conquests. I don’t let anyone mess around with my life.
“It wasn’t a lie. That professor was definitely trading sex for grades. I just couldn’t get anyone to go on the record.”
“Instead, you got a couple of girls to lie for you. And you cost that professor his job. All just to advance your career.”
Drew narrowed his eyes at me. “It wasn’t like that, but whatever. So, I have to do what you say, right? Isn’t that how it works?”
“Not at all. I informed you that if you published your slanderous article, I would report your indiscretions. I did not, however, say that I was holding your secret as hostage against your becoming my sexual plaything. You simply inferred that.”
“I….” He gaped at me. “But…. Wait….”
“No, I have no intention of forcing myself upon you. In spite of your conviction that I am some sort of predator, I don’t make men have sex with me. Now, if you’ll stop accusing me, we can go back to our conversation.”
Drew stared at me, confusion writ on his flawless face. “So, I can get dressed again?”
“If you want. Though, if you do, that will conclude the interview.”
Drew’s hand stopped halfway to his boxers. He glanced over at me with narrowed eyes as he weighed my words.
“You see? No blackmail, no threats—simply an exchange. I will answer all your questions—off the record—in return for continuing to being allowed to see you in all your glory.”
“You’re twisted.”
“Perhaps.”
He frowned, curiosity warring with embarrassment. “No way I can get it on the record?”
“I’m afraid I’m not ready for my life story to be tabloid fodder.”
Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, weighing his options. He had nothing to bargain with, though, and slowly the awareness of that fact dawned on his face. I took a sip of my iced tea and waited for him to relent. As a veteran negotiator, I knew when the deal was about to close.
The young reporter finally reached over and shut off the recorder. Then he sat back, a shy grin on his face. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes, actually,” I told him with a grin of my own. “Now, your source—Isaac Sands—did not say I forced him into anything. He was pretty drunk at the time, but he’s sure he didn’t tell you anything like that.”
Drew’s brow furrowed. “But he wasn’t drunk.”
“He says he was.”
Drew pondered that for a moment and then a peculiar look crossed his face. Before I could ask about it, he shrugged and said, “I must not have noticed.”
“Perhaps,” I agreed, curious about that look. “In any case, he did not say that I made him do anything.”
“You’re calling me a liar?”
“No, but you are coloring the truth with your misperceptions.”
Drew eyed me for a moment. “He said that he got into a bind and that you helped him out. The price for your help, though, was a night of sex.”
I grinned impishly at him. “That’s a succinct way of putting it. But not really accurate.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Not entirely. Isaac and I had been flirting for months. He just wouldn’t have admitted it. When this situation came up, I saw an opportunity.”
“And you exploited it. He had gotten into an accident while drunk and when his license was suspended for another DUI. He was monumentally screwed. His career was over and he was probably going to jail. You told him it was sex with you or jail, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t exploit anything. I told you, this situation was toxic for me as much as for Isaac. I had to make it go away.”
Drew frowned. “You didn’t make him have sex with you so he could avoid jail?”
“No.” I returned his dubious gaze with a serious one. “No, I didn’t. I got the situation dealt with before I even spoke to him.”
“You bribed or bullied a bunch of police officials just to save you a PR nightmare?”
“I had to. And I’d be really curious to know how you found all this out.”
“I have my sources.”
I smiled ruefully at him. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I just don’t know how you would even have the slightest idea to start snooping. I worked pretty hard to bury all of that.”
Drew smirked at me, enjoying his moment of power. The delight in having information I wanted soothed him and gave him the illusion of control. I decided it wasn’t worth digging into since it would only make him even more satisfied to know something I didn’t.
Drew took his moment to gloat, which he was due. He’d scored a point, after all. Feeling buoyed by that victory, he let his curiosity off the leash. “So, fine, tell me the story--he gets into this mess and calls you?”
“No, he was still drying out when I got word. Some very helpful desk sergeant called the main office, which got my crack assistant out of bed and eventually led to me being apprised of what my left fielder had done. I can’t say that I was in a very good mood at the news.”
“With his batting average? Yeah, you couldn’t stand to lose him.”
“Well, that was only part of it. The Legends were already last in the league and attendance was abysmal. If things had gotten any worse, I would have been in danger of losing the franchise. So of course I sent out my lawyers and they got things quieted down so I could deal with Isaac.”
“You mean fuck him.”
“You’re determined to think I forced him somehow,” I observed. “There is a little something you need to be aware of, Drew. I don’t force straight boys into bed with me.”
“Isaac isn’t gay.”
“No, he’s bi—but he’s really closeted.”
“So, how’d you get him into bed, then?”
“Well, I told him he was off the team. I liked his batting average, but I couldn’t afford the bad press. He hollered and bitched and then got to begging. It was an opportunity and yes, I took it. I told him he could stay on the team, but he would have to earn it.”
“And he just said, ‘sure’?”
“Like I said, we’d been flirting already. He didn’t even hesitate to take the offer.”
“He said you tanned his hide for driving drunk like that.” This was said with a coy smile on the young man’s face.
“He needed it. He liked it, too.”
Drew frowned. “Why him? What made you go to all the trouble of getting him into bed?”
I shrugged. “He’s a handsome man.”
“There are a lot of handsome men out there.”
“True,” I conceded. “But the sport I hunt is that very rare game known as the gay athlete—or bisexual, of course. I sensed the day I met Isaac that he had those tendencies. I’m pretty good at detecting them.”
“So, why not just ask him out or something?”
“Because he would have said no. A man like Isaac is far too worried about his secret coming out to just go on a date with a guy. It takes patience and determination to bag a guy like that. So I got friendly with him, got to know him and waited for my moment.”
“Why? What did you see in him that made you want him so bad?”
I wasn’t sure why he was so fixated on Isaac, but there didn’t seem to be any harm indulging his curiosity. “I love sports of all kinds. I love the air of fierce competition, the thrill of victory, the strategies, all of it. I also love the men who play them. Ever since high school, I have lusted after jocks.” I smiled mischievously. “I nailed my high school’s quarterback in our senior year. After that, I was hooked. There is nothing more potent than the feeling of a big tough stud moaning as he gets taken hard and fast.”
He gaped at my bald honesty. An uncertain smile tugged at his lips. “You fucked the quarterback? Seriously? I’ve seen your high school photos. You were like fifty pounds wet.”
“Only if I had socks on,” I replied with a laugh. My mind traveled back to those sweaty, stolen moments. Each was filled with lust and tinged with heartbreak. “The QB was your usual jock. He picked on weak kids to make himself look tough.”
“You, you mean.”
I shrugged. “Not me exclusively, but I was a target. He wasn’t a bad guy, in reality, but peer pressure made him say and do things he shouldn’t have.”
The memories of Logan were precious and, as with so many high school recollections, bittersweet. Even though years had gone by, I could still smell his aftershave and the soap he had favored. But you never forget your first love, no matter how much time passes.
“So, what happened?”
“Hmm?”
“How’d you sack the QB?”
I smiled softly at him. “Ah, that’s another story and not one I feel like sharing at the moment.”
Drew shook his head again. “Can’t you just pick up guys at bars like everyone else? I mean, you’re not unattractive.”
“Thanks,” I told him with a wry smile.
I had never gotten very tall, nor had I attained those “six pack” abs that are so very popular. But hours at the gym had firmed up my muscles and toned my body nicely. Not to sound arrogant about it, but I was pretty happy with the way I looked.
About the only thing I would change is to have my blue eyes be a little brighter instead of the pale shade they actually were. Still and all, a casual glance had gotten many of my fellow gym bunnies to follow me home like lost puppies. No, I didn’t have any trouble getting most guys into the sack, but I didn’t want the easy marks. I liked a challenge. I ran a hand through my short black bangs and gave him a direct look.
Drew failed to hold that gaze. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not like everyone else,” I told him with a little smile. “And my particular tastes are hard to satisfy. I love professional athletes because they have this swagger, this glow of supreme confidence that says to the world they know they are the best. That’s a tough enough sort of guy to get into bed, but even then, they expect to be on top. But I’m the top.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Drew asked dryly.
I grinned at him. “There’s nothing better than having a guy like that under you. It’s just incredible. If I didn’t arrange things so they knew who the top dog was, then they’d expect me to be the one biting the pillow. Really, it works out best this way. Everyone goes home happy.”
Drew licked his lips. “But if they want it, why do they need coaxing?”
I shrugged. “You know the stigma that hangs over homosexuality in all professional sports. Even a guy who wants it would be too scared to admit it for fear of his secret getting out, so the guys I want need a little encouragement.”
“Encouragement?”
“Yes,” I told him with a little laugh. “As with Isaac, the guys I get with tend to be really proud and terrified anyone would find out they are interested in men. By offering them the deal that I do, I give them an out. They can say they just did it to buy themselves out of trouble. We both know it’s a lie, but sometimes we have to lie to ourselves, don’t we Drew?”
He dodged that question. “And what if they absolutely don’t want it?”
“I’ve yet to be wrong. But, like I said, they have a choice.”
“Then why am I still here?” Drew demanded.
I parried his indignation with a look of amusement. “Because you’re curious.”
“Excuse me?” he asked in confusion.
“You heard Isaac—big, tough Isaac—talk about how amazed he was at how great it was with me and you got curious. You’ve been wondering if I can make a big stud like him admit he liked getting fucked, what is it really like?”
“That’s not true,” Drew objected nervously.
“Then why didn’t you leave as soon as you heard what I knew about you?”
Drew furrowed his brow in thought. “Like I said, I thought I had to stay here—”
“But then you learned you didn’t have to stay. So, I think this is the outcome you were hoping for.”
“This is not the outcome I wanted,” he snapped.
“Of course it is. If you had thought about it for even a second, you would realize that my leverage over you is a one-use only. If I were to demand sex from you in trade for keeping your secret, then you could simply refuse. I would then be powerless, because clearly I would rather keep your article out of the press than fuck you—cute as you are. I couldn’t expose you for refusing me without losing my leverage on you. And you have to know this.”
Drew went a deep shade of crimson. “I didn’t think it through, exactly.”
As I had told him, sometimes we all needed to lie to ourselves. So, I didn’t challenge his statement. “You’re curious, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And you’ve been keeping your legs crossed to hide the fact that you’re hard.”
Drew went scarlet. “I’m not gay,” he said stupidly.
“Maybe not, but there is a wide chasm between straight and gay and you are definitely somewhere in the middle.”
I stood up and moved to sit beside him. Drew rolled his eyes in my direction like he was a wounded deer that I was about to put down. He did not flinch away, though. He just trembled all over, smelling of peppermint and virgin terror. I looked forward to gobbling him up.
“I thought you were only into athletes,” he said, tossing his brown bangs aside.
“Mostly. However, there are exceptions. Would you like to be an exception, Drew?”
He did not answer. He looked down at his lap, where his erection stood in boisterous defiance of his discomfort. I had all the information I required. I turned his face back to me and captured those pouty lips in a smoldering kiss. Lightning struck and thunder rolled in my brain as he responded, letting his instincts take over.
As our tongues fought for dominance, I slid one hand down over the smooth planes of his chest, feeling the heat of his arousal just under the skin. He made no move to stop me, relenting to my advances as I had known he would. The hot young reporter even moaned a little as I amorously pawed at him.
Very slowly, he lost his defensive posture, relaxing under my kisses and touches. I could feel his nervousness still thrumming within him, a familiar internal struggle that many of my partners displayed. It was a contest between pride and desire; a struggle between the part of them that feared being seen as weak and the part of them that simply longed to lose themselves in pleasure.
Suddenly, though, he pulled back, a wild look in his eyes. “I need to go.”
I nodded, shrugging aside my disappointment. “All right.”
Disbelief overtook him and he stared at me for a moment before grabbing his boxers. I watched him slip into his underwear with a lewd smile. His confused expression made him even more adorable. Just as I had told him, though, I am not someone who forces people. I never need to.
“You’re really just going to let me walk?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes.” I let my gaze wander up his body as he sorted out his white cotton shirt. “I will point out, though, that you’re still hard.”
Drew couldn’t deny it, not with the evidence straining against the navy-blue fabric of his boxers. He looked away and slipped his arm into one sleeve, battling with his confusion and his arousal all at once.
“You don’t have to go. It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone about anything that happens.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be the latest notch in your bedpost.”
I shrugged, smiling still. “What would be wrong with that? Are you afraid you’ll like it?”
Drew pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “No. I mean, I’ve fooled around with a guy before. I just don’t think I can deal with the smug look on your face if I give in.”
“Oh, you have?” I wasn’t actually surprised. I stood up and placed a hand on his chest, interfering with his clumsy attempts to button his shirt. “Stay, Drew. Let’s have some fun together. And if I get smug about it, you can just take comfort in knowing that I wanted you enough to seduce you.”
Drew chewed the inside of his cheek. “You want me? This isn’t about proving me wrong or anything?”
“It’s about sex, Drew. It’s about two people enjoying each other, and that’s all.” I slipped a hand into the fly of his shorts. “Stay,” I urged him softly, fingers trailing along his hard cock.
“Stop that.”
“You really want me to?” Drew blushed and didn’t respond. I tugged his boxers until they puddled at his feet. My eyes never left his. “You want to stay. I want you to stay. Why resist?”
Finally, he found his voice. “Isaac said he’d never come so hard in his life.”
I winked at him. “I have some skills.”
I undid the few buttons he had managed and pushed the shirt back off his shoulders. His lack of resistance was all the white flag I needed. My fingers slid into the soft nest of his hair and I pulled him down for a devouring kiss. Drew responded tentatively, his surrender coming only one small step at a time. Slowly, the ice of his resistance melted before the fire of my lust and he leaned into my kiss. Our tongues romped together like wild horses, moving around each other in a sensual competition. I felt one of his hands come to rest on my hip.
I pulled back from the baffled young hunk and smiled at him. He looked down at his toes, cheeks bright pink. Standing there naked with the late afternoon sun washing over him, he made quite the appealing sight.
“I am curious,” Drew admitted in a voice barely above a whisper. “About all of it—all the things you did with Isaac. The way he talked about it….”
Words failed him and I didn’t push. I wasn’t going to ruin the moment. He had told me what he wanted and now I was going to take him in hand.
There was a slender, elegant chain piled in an ashtray to my left. In that state, it looked like nothing more than a strange decoration. When I pulled it out, though, the long chain revealed a split end, and each diverging series of links ended in a butterfly clamp. I dangled the toy in front of him, delighting in his surprised intake of breath.
Drew did not bolt, so I attached the clamps to his erect little nubs. He shivered and looked down at the toys inquisitively. Their true effectiveness did not make itself evident until I pulled on the chain, which caused the clamps to tighten their grip. My latest conquest gasped in pain, his eyes flying wide.
Using the chain as a leash, I pulled Drew across the spacious penthouse towards my bedroom. He whimpered a bit and resisted, which only made the clamps grip on tighter. I pulled even more firmly, jerking him forward and taking him to my room. I had no idea if he was balking because he was scared or if it was instinct or if he just liked the feel of the clamps pinching his nipples, but it didn’t matter.
“Come along, stud, up on the bed.”
Drew swallowed hard and climbed up onto my very large bed. The frame was custom made for me; it was solid steel in construction, with four sturdy posts at each corner that towered over the bed. They were all interconnected by metal crossbeams that made it easy to tie people up in any way that amused me. Chains with cuffs dangled from the frame like perverse wind chimes.
“Wait, what are you going to do?”
“Just relax. You haven’t earned the ass-tanning that Isaac had.”
He looked sheepishly relieved. “Sorry, this is my first time with stuff like this.”
“It’s all right. You’re in good hands. You need to have a little faith.”
I brought one of his arms up and attached a cuff to one slender wrist. Drew watched me with wide, unblinking eyes. The amount of trust he was handing me was touching and made me want to be extra careful with him. I knew at least part of this was his innate curiosity and I didn’t want to make him regret indulging that instinct.
I nibbled at his throat and toyed with him, letting him sink into the feeling of being totally in my power. This was the point where I figured he would tell me to stop, if he ever was going to. Sex with a man is one thing, but the loss of control is often times more terrifying. He was doing fine, though.
For some, though, it was the allure. Even men like Drew who were closer to straight than gay found the idea of being in my power extremely erotic.
After I secured the second wrist, I let my hands wander over his nakedness. Though not quite as muscled as my usual fare, he did have a very nice body. Gently, I removed the clamps and let the chain fall away. Drew’s breathing quickened as the blood rushed back to his nubs.
I got some oil and a vibrating butt plug and returned to settle behind him. My slick hands slid along his front, coating his taut muscles with the vanilla-scented oil. Drew’s head rolled back and he sighed in pleasure. I couldn’t resist. I moved in and kissed that exposed throat, sucking at the tender skin sweetly.
“This does feel pretty good,” he breathed.
My oiled fingers teased his sore nipples playfully, dragging a ragged sigh from his lips.
“You gay guys like the foreplay, huh?” the young man stuttered out.
“Sometimes,” I purred into his ear. I let my hand glide down to his shaft, feeling its girth and heat pulsing between my fingers. “You seem to approve.”
Drew blushed in embarrassment. “I’ve, er, never put much effort into the preliminaries.”
“That’s a shame. But then, with two women to please, you probably have little time for anything more than a quick ride.”
Drew started to reply and then just moaned as I stroked him in an oily grip. He was flourishing under my artful ministrations, but thus far, he hadn’t had to deal with anything more foreign than a man touching him. It was time to take things to the next level.
I took my hand away from his prick and he protested softly, which I ignored. Enjoying having him at my mercy, I took up the thick silicon dildo I had brought along. I lubed it generously and then I started to caress the crack of his gorgeous ass with one of my slickened fingers. Drew tensed, which I had expected and found quite sweet. My finger dipped deeper into that crevice, unerringly finding his puckered hole.
Drew craned his head to look back over his shoulder, fear grappling with curiosity within him. I gave him a reassuring look as my finger pushed past that tight ring of muscle, invading him purposefully. His body was wracked with a spasm as foreign sensations hit him. A lot of nerves that were not accustomed to being sensitized were now the happy recipients of some sweet, tender caresses.
“That’s fucking bizarre,” Drew said, his head hanging forward now.
I grinned in satisfaction and continued to play with his tightly-clenched entrance, getting him used to the feeling of something pushing into him. Getting a second finger into him was much more work, and he panted as the stretching of his hole continued. His body was taut as a drum while I opened him up, but he didn’t protest.
Finally, he was ready for the plug. I positioned it at his entrance and reached around with the other hand to tweak his nipples as I pushed it all the way in. Drew let out a little squeak of surprise as the cock-like object penetrated him.
“Holy shit,” he moaned. “Is that…?”
“No, it’s just a toy. You’re not ready for the real thing yet,” I told him, kissing his creamy-white shoulder.
Drew wriggled on the plug that was impaling him, adjusting to the feel. I knelt behind him and caressed his well-oiled chest while he acclimatized to the new sensation. I took great pleasure in the way he surrendered to me more every second. At first, the feeling of having something shoved into him was too strange for him to enjoy, but little by little his moans grew louder and his hips started to shift in pleasure.
“You don’t have to be gay to enjoy this. Some very straight men I know love having their girls fuck them with strap-ons.” I rolled one of his nubs between my fingers, pulling another sigh of pleasure from him. “It’s just sensation—beautiful, wonderful, intense sensation.”
“Unn, yes,” Drew agreed.
His breathing was heavy, the taut muscles over his ribs expanding and contracting rapidly in his excitement. I caressed his spine for a moment and then turned the vibrations on.
“What..?”
I chuckled softly. “Not bad, is it?”
“Holy fuck….”
“And this is the low setting.”
Drew wriggled in his bonds. “Please….”
“Please what?”
“I-I don’t know. Something, please.”
He was already begging and I had only just begun. It was a good sign. I caressed his thighs gently, each pass taking me closer and closer to his crotch. Soft, supplicating noises fell from his lips, begging for more. Guys are simple creatures, at our core. When we get hard, we want relief.
It can be a lot of fun to hold off on giving that relief, however.
In a demonstration of incredibly bad timing, the doorbell buzzed. For a moment, I was just too surprised to even react. Of all the times to make an unannounced visit…. I thought it over, and since the number of people who had access to my building were few, it wasn’t hard to guess who it had to be.
I could have ignored it, of course, but letting Drew steep in his arousal for a few minutes had its advantages. I caressed the young reporter gently, feeling my hardness ache for him. I also enjoyed delaying my own satisfaction, as it happened.
“I need to see who that is.”
“Y-you can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’ll only be gone for a moment. You won’t even have time to miss me.”
Drew moaned throatily as the vibrations swept through him. “N-Not so sure about that….”
I kissed his shoulder and then gagged him with a silk scarf. “Just so my guest doesn’t wonder what is going on in here.”
Drew’s forlorn face canted towards me as I got off the bed. I don’t think he even believed I was really going to forsake him until I left and closed the bedroom door behind me. It was cruel, yes, but I did not doubt there would be a reward for it. Drew was going to be a wonderful conquest.
Chapter 2
I opened the door and was completely unsurprised to see who my unannounced visitor was. The weekends I had off were my time, and there was only one person who insinuated himself on them without any warning. It wasn’t one of his more charming habits, in all honesty. Yet there was something rather nice about the fact that he wanted to spend time with me.
“Dylan,” I said to my star pitcher.
He grinned his All-American boyish smile at me, which destroyed all of my firm intentions of sending him quickly on his way. I don’t know why, but when he flashes those pearly whites at me, I get completely flustered. All of my self-assuredness just abandons me and I turn into an awkward teenager in the face of his charm.
I was even pretty sure he knew the effect he had on me, too, but that didn’t help me in any way. Around him, I was as helpless as Drew was in the other room. I didn’t care for the feeling very much. I’ve worked really hard to not be a socially awkward teenager anymore.
“I got the entire Halloween series here and a six pack. Dude’s night is on, bro.”
I stared at him for a moment, my certainty faltering before his sweet obliviousness. Had we made plans? It wasn’t unprecedented for me to forget a buddy date. But I had many electronic devices to ping me with reminders. Had they all simultaneously failed?
Likely, that wasn’t the case. The truth was, when it came to Dylan Page, it was much more likely that he was just “dropping by” out of the blue. He had a habit of assuming my weekends were free time open to his well-intentioned poaching.
“Um, I thought you had the online poker tournament,” I told him, slowly shaking off his spell.
“Huh? Nah, they had some glitch and it got cancelled.”
I found that wildly implausible. Dylan loved the world of online poker and if by some strange series of events a tournament got cancelled, he could surely find another. There was also an evasive element to his gaze that made me wonder what was really going on. My instincts were telling me that something was amiss, but experience told me that it would take a few beers to get it out of him.
Hanging out with him and mocking old horror movies seemed like fun, and if I didn’t have a hot, naked guy in the other room, I would have been all for it. As it was, I needed to deflect the comet that was about to collide with my plans for the day.
“It’s not a good time. I, uh, have an interview. I think I told you about it?”
“Oh, I thought that would be over by now.”
I very much doubted he had actually given it a single thought, but I didn’t mention that to him. “Er, no, it’s a very … lengthy interview.”
Dylan’s good-humored smile faded to an expression of disappointment. “Oh….” He looked around. “Then where is the guy?”
“Uh, using the bathroom.”
Dylan shrugged a little. “I could wait. How much longer do you think it could be?”
His cruelty was boundless, evidently. At least, if he actually knew how desperately I liked being around him, it would be callous of him to wheedle like that. Dylan was gorgeous and funny and sweet—and straight. Being around him was a blissful torment that I was too weak to save myself from.
His persistence was so heartfelt that I was at a loss as to how to say no. Days off were rare during the regular season. Having crushed the Padres earlier today, he had a full day of liberty before Monday’s game. That he wanted to spend it with me made me happy and hopeful in ways that weren’t at all good for me.
The fact that he wanted to hang out with me also kept alive the fanciful hope that he might have the tiniest straight-crush on me, and that was what kept the knife sharp and deep in my heart. Despite the fact that I really did know better, I held out hope that after enough time hanging out, he might offer me some sign that he felt the same way.
Pathetic, yes, but we all have our weak points. Dylan was mine.
“Uh, an hour or so,” I told him, my resolve abandoning me.
Dylan grinned and tossed his honey-blond bangs out of his eyes. “That’s no big deal. I’ll just get some PS3 action in.”
It would have been impossible to innumerate all the ways in which it was a bad idea to agree. However, with his baby-blues glittering at me, my grasp on logic slipped. Also, the idea of debauching Drew while Dylan was in the house added an element of danger that I liked. It was just so enticingly wrong that I couldn’t find any answer but “yes.”
“Cool,” Dylan approved. He grabbed a beer and bounded off to the entertainment room upstairs.
I ogled his fine, denim-clad ass as he departed and then returned to my previously scheduled conquest. Dylan’s arrival had ramped up my arousal several notches. It was nice to have someone to expend that energy on; usually, when Dylan came to call, all I had was my hand and a furtive fit of stroking after he left.
I closed and locked the bedroom door behind me. My handsome young reporter was right where I had left him, but in a much more desperate state. His shapely glutes flexed spasmodically as he writhed in pleasure. Soft moans were muffled by his gag, each an aborted plea. I licked my lips at the sight, drinking in Drew’s arousal.
My fingers traced through his hair gently. “Sorry about that. Unexpected house guest—what can you do?”
Drew glanced back at me, his cheeks flushed. His glasses were steamed up, which was all sorts of cute. I slipped the wire rims off of his face and folded them up. Once they were safely placed upon the nightstand, I settled in front of my bound stud.
“You’re still hard,” I observed, kissing along his ribs.
Drew sighed into his gag as my teasing lips tracked over his taut skin. The petulance he had exhibited was now subsumed by his arousal. He was primed and ready for all the dirty little things I had in mind for him.
I flicked my tongue across his left nipple, which caused him to jerk a little bit. Savoring the salty-sweet taste of him, I dove in and kissed the other nub as well. He moaned. A gag was fun to play with because it left a partner unable to hide behind witty remarks. All they could do was whimper.
My roving lips coursed over his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble. I recognized the particular cheap aftershave he used. Gradually, his head canted to the side to encourage me to kiss more of his throat. I did so happily, grazing the soft skin with my teeth. He practically vibrated with pleasure.
One playful hand roamed down to his dick, which seemed even harder than it had before, somehow. I nuzzled his neck sweetly, practically able to taste how turned on he was. The scent of sex wafted in the air as I played with him, taking him to heights he had only dreamed of. I know my way around the male body, after all.
His erection dribbled pre-come onto my fingers. I had no doubt he was ready to come, but he was not going to get that yet. No, I wanted to draw this out, savor every moment and leave him with no doubt that he wanted this.
Drew whined when I took my hand off his cock, glancing back at me with confusion writ on his face. I stroked his cheek and smiled reassuringly. I loosened the gag and let it fall around his neck in a splash of blue silk.
“My house guest is still here, so we can’t be quite as loud as we might want. But the game he’s playing will block out most of the sound we make.”
Drew’s eyes fluttered in panic. “What…?”
“Dylan dropped by.”
“I…. I should….”
“Stay and get fucked. Don’t worry, I can gag you again if I need to.”
I dove in for a voracious kiss before he could protest further. My hands wandered freely, caressing the planes of his body. A fine sheen of sweat glistened upon his skin, making the passage of my fingers even easier. I felt his firm biceps, his sculpted pecs and down further—down to his firm thighs and the mounds of his ass. Drew was lost in pleasure, making out with me even as I pawed his naked body.
I thought of Dylan, obliviously playing his game a floor above us and it made my heart race in excitement. I longed to do all these wonderfully wicked things to his gorgeous body. As a substitute, though, Drew was more than adequate.
“Please,” he gasped when we broke for air.
“Please what?”
His eyes were unfocused as he looked at me. “I need to get off.”
I petted his hair and kissed him again. “Soon,” I promised.
My fingers found the controller for the plug and I ramped up the setting. Drew’s eyes widened at my act of treachery. Then his head fell back and he panted in helpless need. I watched him for a moment and then stood and pulled my clothes off. That got his attention—his head came up and he gazed with rapt attention as I stripped down.
I watched his eyes roam up and down my body. “You were expecting more?”
Drew looked abashed. “No, I—”
“It’s okay, Drew. I think it’s cute that you’ve watched some gay porn.” I shrugged easily and looked down at my straining seven plus inches. “Trust me, it’s good enough to party with. Any more and you poor little virgins wouldn’t be able to cope.”
“Looks like more than enough from here.”
I grinned and got a couple more things before moving behind him again. I have absolutely no worries about my package. I find the entire idea of a ten-inch dick to be laughable. At a certain point, size becomes meaningless and just excessive. There are size queens out there, but the guys I’m with never go away unsatisfied. My technique is quite excellent, after all.
The tube of icy-hot gel in my hand was one of my weapons of choice. I just love the wealth of sensations it brings. My fingers tingled from it when I squirted a small amount upon them. I smiled wolfishly and reached around to caress the wicked gel into Drew’s hard little nubs. He let out a gasp of surprise and then just groaned as I teased him.
“You wanted to know how I made Isaac my slut. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, actually,” I purred into Drew’s ear. “He looked so cute on his knees wearing nothing but a collar and some leather cuffs.”
Drew’s eyes fluttered closed. I could tell he was picturing the handsome slugger on his knees, his shaven head bowed. It certainly was one of my favorite memories. I pinched Drew’s nipples to send a spike of pleasurable pain across his nervous system.
“I spanked his ass crimson for his misbehavior…. He really liked that—said he loved being punished.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. Once I tanned his hide he was a tame little kitten begging for affection.”
“Jesus….”
“He called me the same thing,” I joked, now rolling Drew’s nubs between my fingers.
“God, you are so full of yourself.”
I laughed and nibbled his ear. “Drew?”
“What?”
“I wasn’t lying about how guys respond to stimulation regardless of their partner, but you are really hard. And your dick really started to twitch when I talked about Isaac.”
“So?”
“Is it possible you like boys a little more than you let on?”
He got very quiet for a moment. I pinched his nipples hard enough to make him squeak and he hung his head. He really was sweet as strawberry ice cream and a fine catch. My interest in him had been merely as a few hours entertainment, but that was changing. I was growing curious about this determined young reporter who seemed to rather like being made into my toy.
“Drew?”
He remained tight-lipped so I tweaked his nipples again. The fly in my web vibrated slightly. I kissed his fair shoulder, then made my way up along his neck. I could feel his pulse quicken in his throat. This was no simple curiosity on his part, no idle game. He wanted this.
“How much did you do with that guy you mentioned?”
“None of your business,” he replied shakily.
“Oh, Drew…. Are you trying to goad me into spanking you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
I smacked his ass hard. “No?”
He glanced back at me with a naughty smile. “Kinky bastard.”
“You’re the one misbehaving just to get your ass tanned.”
I smacked his ass again and he yelped. “Maybe I just don’t want to tell you all my secrets. You’re not telling me about your high school conquest of the QB.”
“True.”
I decided to let him off the hook on confession time. He was right, after all. He had no reason to tell me his secrets. It wasn’t like we had a relationship. I would just have to content myself with owning him for an hour or so. He might be more talkative after an orgasm or two.
Drew let out a grateful groan when my hand returned to his cock. My fingers encircled his shaft in a tight grip and slowly slid back and forth. The ample helping of icy-hot gel upon my hand made it glide easily along Drew’s length. He relaxed back against me, still quivering all over.
His groan intensified as the tingling sensation from the gel took hold of him. Between that and the vibrating plug, he was in quite a state. I toyed with him a little more, playing him like a beloved guitar. He surrendered totally to me, pleading softly for more of everything.
When my hand abandoned his dick again, Drew whined pathetically. I laughed softly in his ear and then nibbled his ear lobe.
“Sounds like someone is about ready to get his ass plowed.”
“Fuck, anything…. Please….”
I picked up the last little toy I had in mind for him. It was called the Fleshjack and it was a fun little item I’d added to my repertoire some time ago. The silicon insides were firm yet soft, just like the insides of a person. It was a wonderful masturbatory tool—but there were ways to use it with a partner too. I slid it over Drew’s cock and he moaned as it enveloped him.
“Get ready, stud,” I murmured to him.
I sheathed my dick in a condom (because I had a firm desire to live past forty) and then removed the plug from Drew’s body. Slipping into him was easy; he was so relaxed and open from the preliminaries. Once I was all the way in, melded up against his back, I nuzzled him some more and let him adjust to the fact that he was getting fucked.
“Nice,” he whispered.
“Very,” I agreed.
I heard a muffled explosion from the floor above us, reminding me that Dylan was up there playing his new favorite game. I wondered what he would do if he knew what was happening with my “interview.” I really didn’t know, but I imagined it would make him a little squeamish.
I inched backwards and then shoved forward into Drew, delighting in the wanton grunt that fell from his lips. He was totally mine, and I made that clear as I started fucking him in hard, deep thrusts. As I took him, I pumped the Fleshjack up and down as well. For him, it was like fucking and being fucked at the same time.
It wasn’t long before his noises got to the point where I had to gag him again. Drew didn’t mind, because that allowed him to stop holding back.
The moment was exquisite. This reporter who had come into my house to condemn me was now naked and speared on my cock, bound and gagged and loving the things I was doing to him. It was incredibly potent and I reveled in the feeling.
When he came, he jerked hard in his restraints and shook all over. I let him ride it out, milking him with the toy until he was a limp rag. Then I untied him and flattened him to the bed so I could really drive into him. Drew writhed as I rode him, hands clutching at the blankets.
I pounded away at his ass until I exploded in blissful release. It was a perfect moment, feeling each twitch and spasm as I lay atop my conquered reporter. Once I caught my breath, I went and disposed of the condom. I returned to find him still sprawled where I had left him.
“That was fun,” he admitted with a weary smile.
I settled beside him again and kissed his lips tenderly. “I’m glad you liked it. I was going to die of blue balls if you had held out any longer.”
Drew blushed and shyly averted his gaze. “I was—am—really surprised you wanted me. I didn’t think I’d make the cut.”
“You definitely rate, Drew.”
That made him smile and he surprised me by cuddling in close. I had figured he’d be pulling together his clothes and his dignity around now. Once Mr. Happy has gotten what he wanted, often times a guy will be looking for the door.
“It’s not how I thought it would be,” Drew said, his head pillowed on my chest. “You were…. Fuck, I’ll just say it. You were awesome.”
“Did you think I just threw my men down and fucked them?”
“Well…”
I chuckled softly. “You really thought I was some sort of cheesy movie villain, didn’t you?”
“Well, you have to admit, what you do does seem a little sleazy. Trading favors for sex and all.”
I shrugged a little. “I suppose. Like most things in life, though, truth is a lot more complex than black and white.”
Drew nodded and smiled sweetly as he leaned up for another kiss. It crumbled into a little giggle after a second, though. “What will Dylan think when he sees my clothes all jumbled up in the den?”
“Trust me, he won’t even notice. For a pitcher, he’s really not that observant.”
Drew’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “So, what’s your plan?”
“What do you mean?”
“How are you figuring on getting Dylan into the sack?”
“I’m not, actually.”
“Seriously? I would think he’d be at the top of your list.”
I shrugged it aside. “He’s straight.”
“James Hunter Phillips not getting what he wants? I thought there were laws against that.”
“It does happen. There are a lot of studs out there and not all of them bat for my team—figuratively and literally.”
Drew kissed my chest, looking thoughtful. “You’re nothing like what I figured. Still a smug fucker, but you’re actually pretty decent.”
“Why thank you.”
“You need to get to Dylan right away?”
There was a hopeful note in his voice that made me smile. “What did you have in mind?”
His hands trailed down to toy with my sleeping dick. “Another ride on the roller coaster?”
I grinned at his devilish smirk. “If you can get me hard again, then yes.”
Drew licked his lips. “I do love a challenge.” His eyes drifted down my body. “I never did much with that guy I mentioned. It was college and I was really curious, but really scared too. We jerked each other off a few times and one time he blew me, but that was all.”
“And you’ve been curious ever since?”
Drew nodded slowly. “I wasn’t lying, I’m not gay. But…. I might not be entirely straight either.”
“Why don’t we test you and see?”
Drew smiled and kissed his way down my chest to where my cock was resting. His touch had it showing signs of life. It liked its new playmate. The change in Drew was astounding enough to make me suspicious, but any concerns I had were drowned out by the first kiss he laid upon my cock.
His nuzzling and licking was tentative but it still turned me on. I watched as he explored my dick with his tongue. His brown mop of hair was a mess and I reached down to run my fingers through it as tingles of pleasure pricked my nerves. One more time with him and I would be worn down enough that I wouldn’t embarrass myself around Dylan—or so I hoped. Certainly being all horned up while the object of my crush was hanging out with me was a bad idea.
“You don’t have to suck it if you don’t want.”
Drew blushed as he swiped his tongue across the shaft once more. “I do want to.”
“Seems to be freaking you out.”
Drew shrugged and glanced up at me. “No, just never done this before. Kind of worried I won’t be any good.”
The sexy young reporter wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and sucked a little, broaching his first cock-sucking experience with excited trepidation. It was sweet of him to give it a try, but he was too tentative. I didn’t want him to think it wasn’t appreciated, though, so I let him slurp nervously for a minute or so.
Then I put him on his back and fucked him so fiercely that l I had to muffle him with my hand to keep him quiet.
Drew lay bonelessly on my bed afterwards, grinning dazedly. I kissed him and then ran off to the shower. Two riotous romps between the sheets had left me quite nasty, after all, and I was grateful for a hot shower. Once I had dried and dressed, I returned to my conquered reporter.
“Well, not how I had planned to spend my evening…. But I have to say I feel pretty good.”