Moving to Boston chapter 15 by brad [Erotic Story]

The thing about Jude when it came to sex was simple; he was so fucking hot I just couldn't miss any opportunity to have him fuck me. He truly had a bod like a top porn star, and the eyes. When he was fucking me and looking into my eyes I swear I would be willing to do anything for him.

The thing that made it even hotter was he would never ask anything of me that he wouldn't do himself so I felt safe giving up all resistance. As I crawled on to his bed and spread me legs to show off my ass I mentally prepared for possible pain. Strange thing was the more I thought about it the harder my dick would get. What was it about being fucked hard, or being tied up like Andrew did to me, that was such a turn on?

I felt Jude's skin against mine and his weight on the bed. I arched my back, raising my ass offering it to him. He ran his hands along each leg, goose bumps rose on my skin. Firmly he spread my cheeks and positioned his cock right at my tender hole.

"Sam, are you sure?"

"Just slid it in Jude. Breed me like a dog in heat!" What the hell was I saying? Breed me?

I felt him apply pressure and with no hesitation his cock slid all the way in. I gasped. The pain was sharp but short. Feeling full of cock I exhaled and smiled, I was going to be fucked again.

He didn't do a lot of talking, he just went to work. Slowly. "Jude, go for it, if it hurts I will tell you."

"Ok, Sam, if you really want it..."

"I want Stud, I want all you got, now fuck me."

And he complied. Every once in a while I would feel a little pain, ok, a lot of pain, but it lasted less than a second and was followed by a wave of euphoria. He pulled out and flipped me on my side and slid right back in. How he did it I didn't understand and really didn't care, I only wanted him to keep fucking me.

Pulling out again he flipped me on my back, reached under each leg and placed them on his broad shoulders and went back to giving what I was asking for. His thrusts became harder and meaningful, he was getting close.

I wasn't sure if he had used a condom and I didn't care, he could fill me with his seed and I would love it.

"Sam. Gonna shoot."

And he did. And he shook and his arms quivered and his breathing increased almost to the point of panting.

Once again I had shot my own load without knowing it. Strings of my cum splattered across my chest all the way up to my chin. Fuck yeah.

"Sam, amazing. All I can say is once again you amaze me." He pulled out and collapsed next to me. "Wow. What on earth has gotten into to you?"

"Cock Jude. Plenty of hard thrusting cock."

"Seriously Sam? Both Andrew and Craig before I got in you? Shit. The advantage of youth! Thank God you aren't wasting it."

I was still on a sex high, a fuck high. My ass felt nearly numb and more alive than ever. "Jude?" I sat up in bed. "I don't understand it. Andrew was pretty kinky and I just loved it. I didn't even care he was recording it. Where is that damn DVD?"

"Craig has it but he won't be home until later tonight."

"Do you think he would watch it?"

"Hell yeah he will watch it. I would too." He squeezed my nipple and laughed.

"Prick. Craig I mean, not you."

"Doesn't bother me, I just fucked you like a ragdoll, call me whatever you want."

We got up and showered before heading to dinner, I was starving.

Jude was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. My ass was a little sensitive when I took a dump but other than that I felt great. Fucked three times in one day and I felt like a champ. I knew I wanted to suck some cock and get fucked. I resisted jerking off, I wanted to but I also love the feeling of being so horny I think about sex non-stop.

Getting dressed in a pair of board shorts and a tee that was a little too small I left the silence of the home. The board shorts were just snug enough on my ass to show it without revealing I was commando. They sit perfectly on my hips, nothing showed but oh so close.

The tee was a size too small so my nipples stuck out, the arms were short and my biceps looked solid, like they were almost bursting out. The length was just long enough that the end covered the top of the shorts. However, if I bent over a little bit, they revealed that nice set of dimples just above my crack. I knew it would catch the eye of many gay men and that is what I wanted.

At the coffee shop I stood in line, reading the offerings. I didn't need to; I was content with the basic coffee, no frills, just a bit of sugar. Being this was my breakfast I added a raisin bran muffin. Taking my order I looked for a place to sit and decided to grab a seat on the counter that faced the street. My shorts would rid down just a little and my tee would rise up and there was going to be a nice couple of inches of my lower back exposed to all. From the front I had my legs open and hoped that it may offer a view of my cock. I wasn't sure but it was worth trying.

It took maybe five minutes before a guy came and sat next to me. He was in his forties and a little out of shape, but had a nice looking face. He said hello as he sat down and I replied. He asked some questions and made the usual small talk. I smiled and enjoyed his attention. He finally asked if I was seeing anyone and I informed him I was single. His eyes lit up. He asked if I was busy and I said not at the moment. His hand reached over and found it's way along my leg, reaching my inner thigh and sliding up to my cock. I smiled at him and told him I had plans for a lunchtime romp. His hand stopped and he looked so let down. I thanked him and said if I didn't have plans I would like to go somewhere with him.

I felt bad, had I lead him on? So I reached down and grabbed his hand and moved it towards my cock and encouraged him to grope me. He must have spent a full minute feeling and kneading my balls and cock, then said thanks and left. Now I felt shitty. I was tempted to go after him and give him a blowjob but decided to finish my coffee.

Another guy came up shortly after the first left and said hello. I smiled and said hi back. Then he said something that surprised me; he asked if he could grope me too. I know my reaction was one of surprise. He followed by asking if I had known the other guy. I said no. Being direct, like he was with the question, he reached over and started squeezing and handling my cock and balls. I was starting to react. He leaned over and said he wanted to fuck me, asked if I would come home with him for a quick fuck. I smiled and fought the urge to say yes. He kept feeling me up and said "Bummer, maybe next time, I see you here often." Then he got up and left.

My mind raced. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted guys to want to fuck me. I wanted to be seen naked. I wanted to have sex every day and more than once a day. I wanted cock. I got up and hustled out the door.

I caught up with him in seconds and feel into step with him. I didn't saw anything. He kept walking without a word. The doors closed to his apartment and in silence I pulled off my tee and dropped my shorts and offered my body to him.

He was balding and had his remaining hair cut really short, it looked clean and sexy. A thin goatee and pencil wide beard completed the look. His chest was broad and solid, filling his tee, his arms looked amazing, not too big but definitely strong. I wasn't sure how old he was, somewhere in his thirties maybe.

"You want it don't ya boy?"

I smiled and nodded.

He took off the tee and I felt drool escape my lips. Fuck he was gorgeous. He undid his jeans and to me pleasant surprise was commando, his cock growing thick.

He explored my body and I let him do whatever he wanted. After rimming me as I was bent over the counter. "Raw or covered?" I wanted to say raw, breed me, fill my hole with spunk. I said covered.

He walked away without a word. I could here the sound of him opening a drawer. We returned and placed the rubber in my hand. "Put it on me." I stood up and my mouth dropped open. Damn he was fine. And his cock would do real well. It wasn't more than six inches long, but it was veiny and hard. The head was tapered, and the girth, he would be stretching me a bit. Reaching for his cock I couldn't resist getting on my knees and sucking it for just a few moments.

He was smiling at me as I took him in my mouth. The feeling of such a veiny cock was impressive. It would have been a pleasure to just suck him for a while but he pulled me off, "Gotta get fucking boy."

After putting the rubber on him I turn back to the counter, bent over and offered my ass. He didn't spend a lot of time teasing me. His head went directly to my hole, squeezed out some lube and slowly pushed in. I gasped. Every time a cock enters me I gasp. It is a half second of pain and then the joy of knowing my hole will be filled takes over. He didn't waste time. He went right for the deed, fucking me. I felt the corner of the counter rubbing against me chest. I tried to lift my torso up to avoid having the skin rubbed raw. And it hurt.

He kept talking, mostly to himself, things like; nice fuck job stud, yeah bang that boy, give him something he needs. It was sort of lame but I didn't really mind, I felt like just a hole and that suited me at the moment. Shit I didn't know his name and he didn't know mine, so I really was just a willing hole to be fucked and he was just a nice hard cock to fuck me.

After ten minutes, tops, he shot off, groaning and congratulating himself on the fine fuck job he did. I didn't laugh, but came close.

He cleaned me off and offered his phone number. I took a picture with my phone, entered his name (Tommy) so I could remember who he was and left. I wanted him to fuck me again.

Walking around aimlessly I thought about my sex drive. I wasn't sure if it was a dumb thing for me to do, let a stranger fuck me, have sex with multiple men, be promiscuous. Was it stupid? I was making sure the guys had a condom on before they got their dick inside me, but was it something I would regret in the future?

Name: brad

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Moving to Boston chapter 13 by brad [Erotic Story]

The sounds were so generic I could not tell what he was doing, just that he was walking around the small apartment. Clicking noises, he was on the computer. Clothing rustling, taking off his pants, or shirt? Both? I had not seen him naked yet and was a little ticked that finally he was nude and I was in the room and I couldn't see a thing.

"Hi guys, Andrew here and today I have a special show for you. Behind me you can see a hot young stud tied and blindfolded. His name is Sam and he is not only hot, he is nearly a virgin. I admit he has been fucked and sucked cock, but I am only the third guy to get a go at his hole so I consider him nearly a virgin. Just look at him. Helpless. Can you imagine being the first guy to have sex with such a fine tight smooth young stud?

"Sam has been wanting to get my cock inside of him for a while now so this is his chance. And yours, to watch. Hope you enjoy it, I know I will."

I felt a feather running up my leg. It tickled and I pulled at the restraints. He slowly covered my entire body with the light tormenting touch of that damn feather duster or whatever it was.

Of course I was hard as hell. I jumped and yelped, he had slapped my cock and it hurt. Maybe not hurt so much as it was a complete surprise. He slapped it again, and again. He reached for my balls and pulled and squeezed them. I was withering in excitement and pain.

Next he went to work on my nipples. I have small nipples, he managed to find enough to grab to pinch and pull and twist them as I moaned, groaned and screamed into the gag.

Then he stopped. It was silent. Until his hand came down on my abs with a hard slap. I screamed.

"He screams yet has so much pre cum oozing from his cock it reminds me of a drinking fountain. Which is it Sam, pain or pleasure?"

Every time he touched me I jumped, as much as the restraints would let me. He attached metal pinchers on my nipples, it hurt like hell. Then he starting wrapping rope around my cock and balls. The rough rope itched and pinched. I wondered if I would have been better off without the pubes. Too late to ask for him to shave me bare now.

I felt him get off the bed. He released my ankle and bent my knee, pulling my leg nearly to the mattress. He did the same with the other. Now my ass was totally exposed.

Another slap directly on my hole, leather maybe? A few more followed. Then he started to use his finger on my hole, not inserting it, but pulling and teasing it. I felt one hand on each side of ass as he spread my cheeks apart and began to flick his tongue on my slightly sore hole. Finally all I felt was pleasure as he tongue fucked me.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"

I jumped; Andrew's tongue left my hole.

"Well, guys, sorry to tell you this but the thirty minutes are up. Maybe next time you can see me fuck this hot hole."

I heard what sounded like cloth on flesh. Was he removing underwear?

The cold lube hit my hole and I jumped for the umpteenth time. "So Sam, you ready to get fucked with my hard cock? Hope so cause I am gonna start now." I tried to say something but the gag prevented any sounds from coming out that resembled a word.

The head of his cock poked at my hole. He teased me for a minute or two, just touching my hole with his cock. Then he placed the head on it and leaned into me. I screamed as he slid into me until his pubes were on my skin. He laid forward, his entire body weight on me. "I am inside now Sam. God you feel great.

He pushed off me and pulled out until just his head was left inside and once again sunk his cock into me. His movements were deliberate and solid; he was enjoying himself and knew how to move in my hole.

The pace would vary, slow, fast, and back again. Every time he nearly pulled out and then went all the way in again. Once he filled my hole he would apply his weight and go to work on my nipples. Even after removing the pinchers they were sensitive and while the moist and warmth from his mouth felt amazing, the fire shot to my toes.

I tried to enjoy his pillaging of my ass. Who am I fooling, I loved it. Fuck it was amazing. There was no pain just the fullness of his cock in my hole. The sounds I was able to make were all pleasure.

His pace picked up and he started to fuck me hard. Grunt preceded a full thrust. Over and over he pummeled my willing hole. He plowed into me, let out a rather quiet scream of delight and I knew he was cumming.

His cock still inside me, he laid on me and kissed my neck. "Fuck Sam, you are so willing and can take it so well. I want to leave it in until it's hard again and go for seconds."

It sounded pretty great to me, please, Andrew, fuck me again!

He pushed off me and pulled out and got off the bed. Where was he? What was he doing?

I could hear him in the bathroom, water running. He returned and released my legs, they felt like lead. He released my arms and they too were heavy and sore to move. Reaching for the blindfold I could feel cloth. Was he dressed?

The light blinded me for a moment. When I could see I was ticked. He was fully dressed again. Shit. I was so excited to finally see him naked, finally have sex with him and what happens? I get tied up, streamed on line, fucked and still don't get to see him naked.

"What? Why are you dressed?"

"You wanted to get fucked, you wanted me to do the fucking and you got what you wanted Sam."

"That isn't what I wanted, I wanted to have sex with you."

"Don't even try and claim you didn't enjoy it Sam, I am not a fool."

"Ok, I enjoyed it, but it was more like you fucked me, not us having sex."

"Sam Sam Sam. Having sex isn't restricted to one format or position. It varies. I happen to like taking total control."

I tried sitting up and it was difficult, my arms didn't want to support my weight. I wasn't sure what to think. I had enjoyed it, enjoyed his technique, but I wanted more. "Andrew, I am not ready to stop. I want to go at it again, without the blindfold this time."

"Sam, I gotta get ready for work."

"Bullshit, you don't work now." I walked towards him. I wanted to touch him, I wanted him naked.

"OK, that was a lie. I don't work. I just need a little time to recoup."

"Then can we go for round two?" I pleaded as much as asked.

He smiled. "Not concerned about the cam?"

Shit. I had forgotten all about it.

"Speechless huh. And to think I had to gag you."

He walked over to his computer and hit a key. A disk popped out. "I didn't cam it. I just recorded it. Here is a copy. I couldn't do that to you without making sure you were ok with it. But after you watch it and see how hot it was, I will be happy to post it online. Standing naked, my own cum sliding down my body, holding the disk I didn't know what to think.

"So you didn't stream it?"

"No Sam. I actually like you, couldn't do it, but I had to record it so you could see. It is so hot Sam, really. You are fucking amazing. God. That night you passed out I was so tempted to fuck you, but I can't fuck a guy when he is passed out. Some guys can, but I can't, no matter how fucking hot his ass is."

I was a little relieved he hadn't actually broadcast the teasing, but a little bummed too. Odd mix really.

"So, can we do it again? Now? Tonight?"

"Nope. You go home and watch it text me afterward. And tomorrow, after I get done with work, you come over and we will fuck your way."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to fuck my way, whatever way that was, I just wanted to touch him and see him. I wanted to suck that cock.

"Now get into the shower and clean that cum off you abs. I think it's hot as hell, but it may look a little slutty walking down the street."

Name: brad

E-mail: bradthebiguy@yahoo.com

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Moving to Boston chapter 12 by brad [Erotic Story]

As we approached Andrew's apartment I was excited, nervous and horny. What a great combination!

"Come in sexy, and I mean that in the most sexual way possible." Andrew's hand took advantage of my right ass cheek and gave it a strong but playful squeeze.

I turned to him and said nothing. Silently I reached up to remove my shirt. I wanted him inside me, it didn't matter if it was his tongue, fingers or cock, I just wanted him inside.

He pushed my hands down, "Wait." His right hand made contact with my crotch and he started to fondle and squeeze. My eyes closed and head tilted back to the wall, my hips pushed out and I spread my legs. I wanted him to have all the access he possibly could.

His hand kept groping me and the pressure increased until he was not only making me hard as hell, but giving my nuts and confined cock a heavy hand. It almost was causing pain.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was looking directly into my eyes and half smiling, nearly grinning. "Ow, not so hard stud." I said with as sexy a voice as possible.

"Shhhh. This is my time; you messed up last time. This time I am running the show." He squeezed harder, my body lifted up on the balls of my feet. He smiled, released his grip and turn away, walking towards his bed. I followed. Damn he looked great, his ass looked great, who wouldn't follow?

He stopped at the foot of the bed. I stopped near him. He turned and suddenly reached up and half pushed, half tossed me onto the bed. I wasn't expecting it and let out a sort of yelp. What a wimp I was!

"You will be making a lot more of that sound soon, but for now, not a word."

He crawled on top of me, his legs straddling my torso. His hands reached for my arms and forced them above my head. I felt the weight of his body on my stomach as he sat on me, leaned over and began aggressively kissing me. I couldn't resist his oral attack on me and tried to keep up. As soon as I made this effort he leaned away and grinned. "You are gonna make me very, very happy."

He sat up, the weight of his body increased; it was a little tough to breathe. He pulled my shirt up and started to knead my stomach. The pressure would slowly increase and decrease with pauses to run his fingers along my abs. As he worked his way up towards my chest he smiled. His fingers found their way to my nipples and he grinned as he started to tweak and twist them. I tried to wiggle and it was pretty useless, he was holding me down.

Stopping his work-over on my nips he pulled my shirt off over my head, he wasn't careful at all. My arms were still in the sleeves and my skin was twisted in the fabric. I started to speak; his hand covered my mouth, "Shhh. No talking stud. Just lay there and let me do the work."

He got off me. Gently grabbing my wrist he pulled my right arm up the corner of his bed. In seconds he had a strap around my wrist. He quickly leapt over me, impressive move, and did the same to the left wrist. "There, now you won't be tempted to wiggle away."

He leaned over and gently, almost lovingly, kissed me. It was brief, too brief really. He stood up, "Now about those pants. Don't speak, just nod, do you like them?" I nodded. "We can do this two ways. I can cut them off, or take them off. Nod if you want me to cut them off." I didn't move. "Shake your head if you want me to take them off." I shook my head. "Take them off it is, but you owe me something for being so generous. I think, hmmm, how about I give you two choices. One is you let me put a gag in your mouth, the other is you let me turn on my computer and cam with this gay chat site I like."

I was not expecting this from him. Cam! I was tied to his bed. My eyes were wide as I tried to convey fear. "What is it Sexy? Don't want me to cam while I enjoy your body? Seeing how you are unable to leave I don't think you have much choice."

"Come on Andrew, this isn't" he cut me off. "I guess the gag it is." He reached into a drawer and pulled something out. I hadn't seen a ball-gag before but quickly figured out what it was. Apparently he knew what he was doing; it took him no time to put it on me. I tried to talk but realized it was a waste of effort.

"There, now you can't talk. Oh Sexy, don't be frightened, I am not gonna hurt you. Now, about those pants." He slowly took them off, the release on my aching cock, which was still hard as ever, felt great. He folded the pants and set them on a chair. Then he secured my ankles to the corners of the bed. I was stuck. How the hell did this happen? What happened to the sweet Andrew I had been flirting with and so attracted too?

He was still fully dressed. I had my briefs on. In an odd way I felt very sexy tied to his bed in my white briefs. And I felt a little dirty wearing a ball-gag. Starting at my left leg he massaged his way up to my hip. He did the same to the right. My cock was straining in my briefs, it was laying to the left and the thin fabric was stretched to the max. It didn't cover the head of my cock but stretched over the head, my helmet could be seen plump and purple, spilling out of the sides of the narrow waistband.

Apparently Andrew didn't miss it either. "Sexy, I can't resist." He walked towards the kitchenette and came back with a camera. "Just a couple. Don't worry I won't post them on line. If you are good." He laughed. For a couple minutes he took pictures of me tied to his bed. Close ups of my cock trapped in my briefs and the ball gag in my mouth. It felt slutty and hot as hell.

After putting the camera down he returned to my body and began teasing my nipples. He would apply pressure, I would moan and try to beg him to stop. He gnawed on them. He licked them. He sucked them. He twisted them. He worked on them until they were red and swollen. When he stopped he took some pictures of them.

Next he moved over to my pits. "This needs to be fixed." He said as he tugged on my pit hair. He went into the bathroom and returned with a towel and shaver. Placing the towel under my right pit he removed the hair. He then used a razor and some shaving cream to shave my pit smooth.

As an eighteen year old, I was still pleased with having hair in my pits. I had waited long enough for it to grow in. Now it was gone in one pit and I knew it would be gone in the other shortly. After he finished both pits he took more pictures of his work. When he finished he started licking my pit. It tickled at first but soon I was moaning. I had no idea it would feel so good to have my pits licked.

He worked them both and I could feel the pre cum seeping out. My briefs were soaked at the head of my cock and the sticky juice was making its mess all along my hip.

Andrew returned to my nips and chewed on them some more. It hurt. "What's wrong Sexy? Don't like having your nipples gnawed on? I love chewing on nipples. Yours are a little small so I have to work harder, use the teeth more, but I think with a little bit of work they will get bigger."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that comment but was a little curious if it was true. Andrew grabbed this camera again, "Now to get some really hot pics." He started to nudge my balls using a knuckle. My cock sprang up but the fabric held it down. It was a little uncomfortable to be trapped like I was; my cock was so ready for air!

He grasped my balls and squeezed a little, taking pictures of it. The he reached for the base of my cock and squeezed. I tried to cry out from the pain but it just made him laugh. Camera clicking away he finally released my aching cock. It bounced up, a string of precum following. "Nice Sexy. Damn that looks hot. Camera clicking. He leaned over and licked the precum off my cock. It was a half second of heaven.

Standing up at the foot of the bed he smiled, it looked like he was admiring me, my body. "God I wish I could cam this! But I will respect your wish. It will cost you but we will get to that later.

My cock was hard and sticking up out of the briefs, I wished he would take them off, free my aching cock from the confines of the fabric. I pulled on the restraints; he chuckled at my effort. I was stuck.

Looking at him I fell in love with him, or lust, not sure which one it was, I was sure that I wanted to see him naked. That thought hit me and I realized I had not seen this stud naked yet! Here I lie, hard, nearly naked, pits shaved, restrained to his bed, no one knew where I was and he was fully clothed and totally in charge. Damn. What I had gotten myself into?

"What do I do next?" he broke the silence and my thoughts. "I think I need to take care of the bush of yours. What do you think Sexy? Want to be bald, shaved clean?" My eyes expanded as big as possible. Not my pubes! I liked having public hair. I hadn't had a full bush for very long and wasn't ready to have it gone. He saw my fear and laughed. "Not thrilled with that idea huh? Well, I guess that makes it all the more fun for me to remove it for you. Stay there Sexy, I will be right back." He turned and walked to the bathroom.

Fuck.

As he returned with a fresh towel I tried to convey my protest to having my pubes shaved off. "What is it Sexy? Don't want to be smooth as those abs of yours?" I nodded. "No? Well, what do we do? I want to have you shaved and you don't. I can walk out the door and you, can't leave the bed, or make a sound. Seems like you have little choice in the matter Sexy."

I looked at my cock, my pubes, maybe for the last time. Fuck, I didn't want it all gone. "You see Sexy, sucking balls is much more fun without all that pesky hair getting in the way. Really, trust me on this one. But you have sucked balls before so you know how it is. The question is, have all the balls you sucked been shaved or hairy? I don't know how many guys you have worshipped while on your knees so I can't even guess. I am pretty sure you have sucked the cocks and balls of the two studs who were with you at dinner that night we first laid eyes on one another. And I know Craig is shaved, he gets around."

"Listen carefully Sexy. I am going to remove that gag. You are not to say a word. I have a couple questions. You nod for yes, shake your head for no and answer any other questions with as few words as possible. For each word you use, you will receive a penalty, or gift, depending on your tastes!" He laughed at his joke that I didn't understand. Removing the gag felt great, my mouth was sore from it, my jaw ached and not in a good way.

"Ok Sexy. I know you are not a virgin. How many men have fucked that ass of yours?"

Not knowing what the penalty would be I used one word, "Two."

"How many cocks have you wrapped those lips around?"

"Two."

"You really are new aren't you Sexy. We will change that soon. Do you want to keep that public hair of yours?"

I nodded.

"If you want to keep it, it will cost you. Keep that in mind when you answer my next question. Why should I let you keep them when I have totally control of you right now? What prevents me from taking it all off?"

"Please please please don't shave it off. I like having hair, I am proud of it." I stopped realizing I had used a lot of words.

"Fair enough, but that doesn't answer what is preventing me from taking it off."

"Because I trust you and don't think you are that mean." I was exasperated.

"Let's see, how many words was that, two. Plus the three pleases, that's five. Plus, let's say twelve with the first part of your answer making seventeen. And let's go with ten for the second answer for a total of Twenty-seven. Do you agree Sexy?"

I nodded. What the hell was the penalty for my words, twenty-seven what?

"The answer is minutes. Twenty-seven minutes Sexy. That is how long I am going to have the cam on."

"NO!" Fear. What the fuck.

"Twenty-eight."

"Please Andrew."

"Thirty."

I stopped talking.

"This is how it will work. I am going to turn on the cam for a half hour. You are going to be tied to the bed and I will do, whatever I want." He smiled at me.

I was pissed, but strangely, still rock hard and leaking, in fact the pool of precum was getting bigger.

"Yeah, I see that too Sexy. It turns you on doesn't it? I will give you another choice. Remember the talking thing now. We can do this for the full half hour while you have a blindfold on, or fifteen minutes without it. You can pick Sexy."

The look on his face, so innocent and sweet, was deceiving. He was using me, teasing me. And frankly, turning me on like crazy!

As I thought about it I felt the pangs of being turned on and wanting to see what he was doing, but also was concerned about my face being seen online, forever, being tied up and used by him. Once it was out there it was out there. I couldn't stop it. I had no idea who would see it. But he was fucking hot as hell too. And I was tied up; I could say I had no choice. Fuck, what do I do?

"Blindfold."

Damn. It was not an easy choice to make. At least not at the moment.

"Blindfolded it is Sexy."

He walked toward me, grabbed a blindfold from the drawer and put it on. "Now it will take a few minutes to set up, I will tell you when the clock is running. Until then just relax. Oh, every word you utter adds another minute to the thirty-one."

Thirty-one? What the...oh, I said blindfolded. Shit.

I didn't move, tried to relax and be quiet as I tried to listen to what he was doing.

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