6. Ben
SIX
BEN
I hadn’t planned on staying the night, but after he fucked me, I didn’t want to leave. He was the perfect mix of gentle and rough and I wanted more. And I was willing to play dirty to get it.
“What do you like on your toast? Butter or jam?”
“I have jam ?”
“I used some frozen raspberries and sugar. Pectin would’ve helped, but I made do.”
“Wow.” He scratched his head and took a seat. “Um…jam sounds great.”
I knew I had done well when he stayed naked. Just thinking of how his stubble felt rubbing in between my cheeks was enough to get my dick hard.
His lower half was behind the island’s countertop, so I could no longer see the status of his arousal. I hoped that watching me was keeping his thickness entertained. His dick was at least twice the size of mine.
“Here’s your coffee.”
I handed him a cup.
“You need cream or sugar?”
His eyes bored into mine. I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. He wanted me again – I just knew it.
“Cream please.”
In two steps, I was looking in the fridge. Too bad it was so easy to find. Maybe if I bent over, he’d have come over to help me look.
I handed it to him, our fingertips grazing ever so slightly.
More than anything, I wanted to whip out my cock, start stroking in front of him, and give him some extra cream, but instead I kept my hormones in check…and the eggs from burning.
The rest of breakfast was uneventful. Richard was extremely appreciative of my cooking, offering me numerous compliments, and while his continued flirtiness insinuated he might still be interested, I knew men like Richard probably didn’t like desperate clingers.
I didn’t plan on outstaying my welcome.
I also didn’t plan on taking Richard’s jockstrap when I left.
“You took his jockstrap?!”
I had spent the last half hour filling in Kaleb on all the details.
We were supposed to be at the gym, but I didn’t want to chance running into Richard so soon after hooking up. Instead, we were jogging along the Charles River.
“Wearing it now actually.” I lifted up my shirt and pulled at the blue waistband.
“Ben, that is”–I thought he was going to say weird–“so fucking hot.”
“Ugh.” I was glad he felt that way. “I certainly fucking think so. It must be made of silk. It feels so good on my balls.”
Of course right when I said that, Kaleb and I ran past the cutest guy I’d seen on our run. He made eye contact with me as I smiled. It felt good to be this carefree again.
“It’s smart too. He might come looking for it.”
I hadn’t thought of that. “I honestly just wanted it. He said it was a one night thing and so did I, but I wanted a memento. It was an incredible night.”
“Better than sex with Corey?”
“Who?”
Kaleb laughed.
“They’re incomparable. Richard knows how to fuck …with Corey it was more of a poke.”
“And it wasn’t just Richard's super-thick dick?”
“Oh, that helped,” I said. “I’m not even sad about Corey anymore. I’m sad for Corey, and that trash twink he’s with now.”
“Well, good then. That’s exactly what was supposed to happen. Now we can move on.”
I tried to move on.
I messed around with a guy at the gym, and attempted to with a guy at The Stable, but after Richard, I wasn’t feeling it.
Kaleb wasn’t too concerned. He said eventually I’d get over the perfection that was Richard and other guys would do it for me again.
Richard.
I hadn’t seen him at the gym or The Stable and it had been almost a month. Halloween was right around the corner. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was avoiding me, but it’s not like I knew his actual schedule.
On the plus side, I was a lot better at mixing drinks now. I could have these random thoughts while carelessly flirting with strangers and making them lemon drops.
“Hey Ben, can I get some more water?”
It was Bruno, one of the dancers.
I also knew all of their names now – Daniel and Calvin were the other two. I had met the owner too. Lucian. He was old enough to be my grandpa and very sweet. He said going to Studio 54 was one of his fondest memories and why The Stable was so hedonistic. I made the mistake of saying I had never heard of Studio 54, so I got the full run-down.
The Stable was sex-positive and music-centric, but didn’t allow drugs; we only used the disco ball on special occasions; and he went with a muted black and maroon color scheme because it was easier to hide in a dark corner.
“Here ya go.” I slid the glass of water across the bar to Bruno.
He and Daniel were a couple, and Calvin was straight. Otherwise, I would’ve been trying with any and all three of them. At the same time, preferably. Sometimes, they would dance on the bar and I’d get an eyeful. Drake caught me staring once.
“Thanks, Ben. You ever thought about dancing?”
“N-not really.” Honestly, I had thought about it but I didn’t have that kind of confidence.
“Shame. The guys would eat you up, a twunk like you. Especially if you wore your jockstraps up there.”
I was flattered he had noticed. I glanced down. Okay, that’s kind of obvious, I guess. My shorts had gotten looser lately – a side effect of going to the gym more as my stomach became more defined. The straps of my jock were clearly visible above the waistline of my shorts.
I pulled them up.
“Don’t be bashful.” Bruno winked. “You get more tips the more you show.”
“Hey.” It was Drake.
“What’s up?”
He held out his keys. “Can you run into the back and get another case of Michelob Ultra. We didn’t stock any yesterday.”
“Sure thing.”
I snagged the keys and made my way through the crowd to the sliding door to the storage coolers and Lucian’s office.
It was amazing how much more I could focus on work when Kaleb wasn’t here. His courseload this semester was crushing him. He spent more of his time studying now – and especially so this weekend – he had an exam on Monday.
Damn it.
On the way back to the bar, I could feel my shorts slipping down. With my hands full, there was nothing I could do.
By the time I got to the bar, the cool air behind the bar confirmed that my ass was completely exposed. The catcalls and whistles did too.
“I like the new outfit.”
Richard!
I practically threw the box on the counter so I could turn around and confirm–
It was him!
“Wait, is that my jockstrap? Get over here.”
With my head down, I obeyed. Fuck.
“It is, isn’t it?” he asked. “Look at me, Ben.”
I thought he’d be mad but that’s not the look he had in his eye.
“Did you steal my jock?”
“Oooooh!”
Apparently we had an audience.
Richard motioned me closer with his finger, so I leaned in. “Can we go somewhere more private?”
“Su-sure.” I walked over to Drake. “Hey, do you mind if I take my break early?”
Drake’s gaze went over my shoulder where Richard was no doubt staring at me.
“He’s that good, huh?”
“Didn’t walk right for a week.”
“Have fun. You owe me Kaleb’s number for this,” he said.
“You got it.”
I returned to Richard with a smile I couldn’t help. “Let’s go.”
I led him to the only out-of-the-way place I could think of – the Stalls. There were two hallways off the back wall. To the left were the bathrooms, aka the Troughs. Off to the right, there were a series of small rooms – the Stalls – each one contained a variety of kink-related, leather-covered furniture.
It was much quieter back here, though I could hear groaning from somewhere up ahead.
Richard took the lead as soon as he saw an empty stall. It was the one with the spanking bench in it. Drake called it The Steed. It couldn’t have been more perfect if I planned it.
“You took my jock on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” There wasn’t a point in lying.
“Can I ask why?” He folded his arms in front of his chest, which made his arms look enormous. I wanted to lick every inch of his bicep. The buttons on his shirt could barely contain his pecs.
“Well?”
He could ask all he fucking wanted, but I didn’t want to tell him the truth. Or what my subconscious worked out for me – that it was so he’d find me and fuck my brains out again.
“Did you want me to find out? Did you want to get punished?”
I nodded. That sounded close enough to sex.
With a flick of his wrist, he unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to the floor.
“Your dick says you want this, doesn’t it?”
I flinched when he grabbed my hard cock through the fabric, but nodded again.
“You want me to use the straps or no?”
I looked over to where he gestured, to The Steed. I hadn’t noticed before but there were leather straps on each corner.
“Sure.” I went to pull the jock off, but he told me to leave it on.
He looked me straight in the eye. “If at any point, you want me to stop, you just say so.”
“Like a safe word?”
“Exactly,” he said.
“Spaghetti. That can be my safe word.”
“Okay, that works. I like spaghetti.” He smiled. “You want me to close the door or are you good with people watching?”
I was feeling brave. “They can watch. They can jack off all over me if they want to.”
“Fuck,” Richard said, rubbing the front of his pants. “Let’s get you strapped in.”
He led me over to The Steed and I got into position, resting my chest and stomach on the raised part in the middle, and bracing my hands and knees on the side parts. It was kind of like a sawhorse with wider supports.
Within a few seconds, Richard had secured the leather straps around each of my wrists and ankles. I wasn’t going anywhere – The Steed was bolted to the floor.
I could still hear the music from the dance floor, but I heard something else. Voices.
“Looks like we have an audience for your punishment,” Richard said.
Looking over my shoulder through the dim light, I could see two men. Their dicks were out and they were playing with each other.
“Do you like that?” he whispered into my ear, his scruff tickling me, causing my whole body to quiver. The anticipation of what was to come had me grinding into the leather under me.
“Yes.”
The first slap caught me off guard and I jumped when his hand made contact with my ass. It wasn’t too painful, just a surprise. Then came a barrage of light, quick smacks on both cheeks. The room felt warmer and my breathing intensified.
Every now and then, Richard would mix it up and spank me hard, letting his hand rest against my ass, giving it a slow rub. Every time this happened, I’d grind my jock-encased cock into the leather below. My cock was at an awkward angle, straining for release, but there was little I could do about it.
I knew I had agreed to all of this too quickly, but it didn’t matter now. I wasn’t exactly thinking with my brain. We were in public after all, what’s the worst that could happen?
Your uncle Eli could walk by with his hot-ass boyfriend.
Richard’s hand landed hard again. My ass was probably a nice rosy pink at this point.
Fuck it. Let them watch.
Speaking of…a small crowd had formed. At least four or five guys now.
“You good if I get some help?” Richard asked. “I have something for your mouth.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but one glance at him showed me he meant his thick cock. He was cupping it through his pants.
“Yeah.”
“You can always tell me to stop or slow down,” he whispered.
“I’m doing great. I’m so fucking hard.”
Richard spoke up in a commanding tone. “Anyone that wants to spank this bad boy, get in line behind him and give his ass a workover. I’m heading to the other end.”
Fuck me.
Kaleb was never going to believe this.
As I was strapped to The Steed, I couldn’t move. I could only watch as the group at the door formed into a line, and I could only flinch the first time a stranger’s hand smacked my already tender ass.
Smack!
I watched Richard unbutton his shirt and stuff it in his pocket, then he unzipped his pants and his dick flopped out, smacking me right in the face.
“I didn’t have a jock to wear tonight,” he said. “You stole it.”
Looking up at this muscular, hairy, bear of a man, I felt so tiny compared to him.
Smack!
I was just staring at his huge thighs and his ultra-thick cock. His balls were low and seemed bigger than last time.
“I haven’t cum in a week. Let's put those pretty lips of yours to work.”
Strapped to The Steed, with nothing else to look at, I was mesmerized by his cock. Richard held it with one hand and lifted my chin with the other. Ever so slowly, he rubbed the tip of his cock on my lips, and I opened wider in response so he could slide it in.
Richard’s cock reached full hardness inside of my mouth. I had to breathe through my nose now. It felt like my jaw was going to break.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Some stranger’s overeagerness pushed me forward, causing Richard’s cock to go past my gag reflex. My eyes were watering and I coughed. Richard noticed and backed off a little, but it was too late – my salivary glands were in overdrive now. I was drooling everywhere.
“Hey, check out the cocksucker in here, guys!”
“Isn’t that the cute bartender?”
“Holy fuck, you’re right.”
“Maybe he’ll suck our dicks.”
“I don’t think so, gentlemen,” Richard said. “You can spank him all you want, but his holes are mine.”
Mine. He said I was his.
Smack!
The spanking continued. My ass was a constant, searing pain, but I loved it. I could feel the precum leaking as I dry-humped The Steed. I was lost in the pain because of the pleasure.
“How are you feeling?” Richard asked.
I let his slippery cock slide out of my mouth. “Great.”
“Where do you want my cum?”
I took his monster cock back into my mouth and started sucking again.
“Fuck, that’s a good answer.”
Richard slid his girthy cock in and out, over and over. At times, he was gentle, like he was savoring it, then others he would grab the back of my head and impale me.
Smack!
With every smack I received, I thrust my hardened dick into the leather. My precum had worked up a slippery mess down there – I had made plenty of lube for myself. It felt amazing.
After a particularly robust round of face-fucking, Richard withdrew his spit-slicked dick from my mouth and rubbed it all over my face.
“You like this dick, don’t you, cocksucker?”
“Yes.”
“You ready for its load?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes please. Let me have it.”
“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” some random guy said, and before I could get back to sucking, I also heard, “I’m cumming!”
But it wasn’t Richard.
I felt the warm spray on my back – once, twice – before I realized that some random dude had just blasted his cum on me.
Sure enough, I looked over and some dude was shoving his dick back in his pants, and several other guys were jacking theirs.
Richard had made me the centerpiece of a circle jerk!
“You’ve got fans, Ben,” Richard said as he plunged his swollen head back into my throat. “Including me.”
I began a slow and determined bobbing motion and combined it with swirling my tongue intermittently around the head. At the same time, I started rhythmically grinding into the leather below my constrained cock.
I could tell from the whispered words of encouragement from around the room that I was putting on a good show. And Richard’s groans meant that he was close.
I didn’t have long to wait.
He pulled almost all of his rigid cock out my throat until only the head remained in my mouth.
“Fuck! Yes!”
His warm, salty jizz jettisoned into my mouth, covering my tongue. Richard’s cock surged forward on the second spurt and I instinctively swallowed.
“Take his load!”
“Fuck.”
As more and more of Richard’s cum spurted into my mouth, I couldn’t keep up with it. I did my best, but I had to breathe. The rest of his load dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin.
The men around us were really vocal now and my ass was on fire as spank after spank kept coming.
As Richard ran his fingers gently through my hair, volley after volley of cum hit my back, shoulders, and even my ass. I finally lost it.
“I’m cumming, Richard!”
Fuuuuck.
With one final thrust, my own orgasm rippled through my body. I arched my back, straining against the restraints and groaned, soaking Richard’s jock.
I was in heaven.
As I slowly came back to reality, the sound of what I realized was applause filled my ears.
I felt a thumb on my chin and looked up – it was Richard.
“That…was amazing,” he said, then he kissed me, cummy chin and all. “Let’s get you out of here.”
One by one, he unsnapped the leather straps and with his help, I was able to stand.
“That was hotter than porn,” I heard someone say.
“Dude, that was real-life.”
I absent-mindedly smiled, riding the post-cum high.
“Here,” Richard said, before helping me into my shorts.