Tyler 2,258

It was about 10 p.m. on a Friday. I had been busy all day previously, and looking to get into something fun that night. I was hanging out with my friend Danny, who although possessing the same fire and passion as me, holds himself back and hence will always really be chicken shit. I had been feeling that feeling all day, and I usually put myself in the right situation as a result.

Some people make their money from ripping people off, while still others make it from giving people what they want and need. Sometimes, I think of myself as saint, and every saint is really a sinner. It was starting to get dark, so I checked my gmail for e-mails from craigslist. I always am afforded the luxury to pick and choose who I work with, I guess that's the edge that being hot happens to give me. I found a promising client for the night.

"Hey Danny, do you want in on this one? It might be fun..." His face lit up. I had let him look at pictures before, and his enthusiasm was self evident. Being a voyeur is never as good as the real thing. Within 30 minutes, I was in a cab that for which I didn't have to pay. "Right here is fine, thank you." I walked up the stairs, my friend 5 feet behind me.

2 loud and forceful knocks on the door activated a response. I was greeted by a successful man in his early 40s. He had a good body, but salt and pepper hair at the roots. His face seemed youthful, and he was really tan with dark dyed brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing cargo pants and a black shirt. "Tyler?"

"That's me." I replied with a smirk. "So, are you going to make me wait outside all night? It's kind of breezy, and being cold makes me pissed off."

"Come in, please. Wait, who is that? I thought you'd be the only one."

"He's just my assistant. Is that going to be a problem?" I asked, my cold even glare penetrated his eyes as if I was looking straight through him.

"No, of course not," he replied like a bitch.

"I think it's time for you to show me downstairs." We walked down the staircase, the white walls contrasting against the gold picture frames of landscapes and airplanes. "Nice place you have here, you really have a beautiful home," I said with a gentle smile. He smiled back at me, the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable- the smirk of someone who is finally getting what they want.

"So here is where all the magic happens." I could tell that I was going to be one the one doing most of the talking. Not everyone has the confidence. The dungeon was all black with metal shit all over. I appreciated the brutalist aesthetic, some of the fencing on the north corner was very reminiscent of a construction site, or maybe he was in the midst of working on it. He had one of the bigger dungeons I'd ever seen- maybe 30x40 feet, and that's a lot of room to play.

I pulled 2 pairs of black handcuffs out of my backpack. I usually travel light. "Take off your clothes." I told him. "Do it quickly, I'm not here for a social visit." He took off the shirt and pants to reveal a body with good muscles, but had aged to the point of where the skin began to loose its elasticity. He had his nipples pierced. Or maybe he had been 20 pounds heavier at some point. Time has never been a friend to a human body. I took off my clothes to reveal a banging 21 year old body, with a black jockstrap. I saw his pupils dilate at the sight of me. Men, they're all the same, and they only have one thing on their minds.

"I think it's time for you to get what you want. Danny, get his other arm." I instructed. After I had securely handcuffed both of his arms to the fence, I began to get into a red mood. "I think I'm feeling like numbers today." I pulled out my exacto knife, and began to carve a 1 onto the right side of his chest. I like to press hard, it makes the scar last longer. It took about 10 seconds before he started moaning. I love making men moan. They always hold back, every time, and their voice shuffles in between the high and low ranges, as if they don't know what sounds to make.

"Stop, don't! That's too deep!" He was wincing in pain, and moving his body around like a caterpillar. "It hurts! Too much blood."

"Don't stop? Ok, no prob." I switched from numbers, and began making small flesh woulds up and down his torso. It looked kind of like bear claws. I didn't press super hard this time, those scars would be gone in a year or two. Moaning, and a few more tears came out of his eyes. "Does that hurt, daddy? No, you still don't feel anything? I can help you daddy." I gently put my hand to his face, I like to play with them and make them feel comforted in their moments of euphoria.

By now he had about half a cup of blood running down his chest. I rubbed my hand across it, and it was covered in blood. Then, I turned around and wiped it in Danny's face.

"What the fuck! Fuck you!" He spat at me, and I could tell he was pissed."

"Shut the fuck up Danny, or this will be the first and last time you get to come with me." He then submitted to me again, like always. Jerking off on the Internet never compares to real life pleasures of the flesh. "I want to watch you choke him until he passes out." I needed a break, and I figured I could put him to work anyways.

"You didn't tell me about that! I don't know what to do."

'Umm, put your hands around his neck and squeeze hard. It's not exactly what I would call difficult," I looked over at the gimp's eyes. They sparkled.

Danny did what I told him. Watching him inflict pain made me strangely attracted to him. If I believed in love, I bet I would have fallen for him. He wasn't as hot as me (but who really is) but he was a hot shorty as I like to call people like him- 5'6" but built, with a large head and big, soft eyes. He's Mexican, so probably uncut, although I had never seen it. If you start having sex with friends, eventually you have no friends left.

I got behind and spooned him because I wanted to share in the experience. My heat felt good, I was teaching somebody about something that matters. I put my arms over his. I could feel the muscles in his back and arms tensing up." Are you almost asleep, daddy?" I asked with a laugh. It only took about 2 minutes of really hard squeezing to make him loose consciousness. Now that he was asleep I could have a little break. He'd probably be out for about 5 minutes. "What do you want to see me do to him?" I asked Danny. There was no point in ignoring him, since I'd brought him this far.

"I don't know!" He seemed genuinely not sure. The he changed his mind. "I want you to cut one of his tits off."

"Maybe I will, that sounds like a good idea. You need to go upstairs, and in case you find anything valuable, put it in a bag. That means: cash, jewelry, and any relevant technology- don't get anything bigger than a laptop. Leave everything right by the front door to facilitate an exit." I started to elbow the man in the stomach to get him back to consciousness. "Help me take him down."

We unlocked the black handcuffs, and the half conscious body fell to the ground like a piece of cold spaghetti. "Go." I said to Danny, "But first help me tie him down to that wooden black in the middle. We put the old man's arms over our shoulders, and walked him to a large wooden cube in the middle of the room. A light dangled above it. After tying him down on his back, I got out my belt.

"Since we've seen red, now I want to see some pink!" I exclaimed. I started whipping him across the chest using both hands to control the leather. I paid special attention to his nipples. Danny had gone upstairs for that little scheme. "Do you like that?"

"I don't like," he shrieked, sounding like a woman. "You're so hard! What the hell are you anyways?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. Well Daddy, if I ever figure it out, I'll give you a call, mmkay!" Then I ripped out his right nipple ring. The blood trickled down his chest in a stream.

"Fuck! This is so heavy. My dick is so fucking hard right now. Tyler, you are sooo fucking hot. You're a wet dream. You're so fucking hard, you're fucking brutal, how can you be so good at all this heavy shit! I can't get over this shit. I want you to punish me every time" His 40 year old penis had remained mostly hard this whole time. Dick is just too good, I can never say no. I spat on my hand and started to jack him off. "What about my ass?" he asked pleadingly. Right then Danny came back down the stairs.

"I can't believe you did the tit while I was gone!" He exclaimed, a genuine tinge of resentment permeated his voice.

"Shut the fuck up. Get on some rubber gloves, and stick your fingers in his ass," I instructed. When working with the older generation, HIV is a constant worry. How different life would have been without the epidemic. "Do you like to get fucked, daddy?" I asked?

"I love to get fucked. Will you fuck me? You're so fucking hot Tyler, I want your dick in my hole. I want to feel you. I'll do anything"

"I don't fuck." I responded despondently, because I don't. Why is everything about who is a top and who is a bottom? It was never meant to be like that.

"I want to fuck his ass," Danny interjected enthusiastically.

"You can't fuck him. You're overstepping your boundaries again, Danny," I replied, with the emphasis on infantalizing the name Danny. "Just stick your fingers in his hole while I jerk him off." I made him cum in about 30 seconds. Guys are so easy to get off. "Daddy, you have so many cuts! I think we need someone to wash you off. Danny, get on the cube and piss on him." I told him. After climbing on top, Danny straddled the guy who was tied down on his back. While standing up, he started releasing a healthy thick stream of slightly yellow urine all over the man's face, neck, and torso. 'Do you like that, piss bitch! Piss in his mouth, D! I want him to drink it."

By this time I was running out of ideas. I got the pliers out of my bag, and started pinching his skin in different places. Remaining uninspired, I could feel the intensity of the situation was already getting cold. The fire was burning out, and the old man was getting tired from being in a lot of pain.

"Where are your dildos?" I asked.

"They're upstairs, second bedroom on the left." He was getting loopy from loosing a little blood. "They're in the black nigh stand. I'm really out of it. Will you fuck me with a rubber cock, Tyler? You're the one I need."

"Maybe," I replied. "Danny, grab the biggest one you can find. And make sure it's clean." After getting my hands on my new toy, I thought about what I would want, if the situation was reversed.

"I'm going to stick this dildo in your ass, are you ready, daddy?"

"Please fuck me, Tyler. You're the best boy. The only boy."

"I'm a man, asshole. I'm 20motherfucking1 years old, I haven't been a boy for a long ass time retard," I retorted. Now I didn't feel like fucking. I grabbed the duct tape, crammed the plastic penis into his ass with no lube, and taped up the hole. "I think I might loosen you up, for later." By that time, he was making a lot of noise. I had to tape his mouth shut to keep to keep my operations discreet. "Look, I totally trust you, and I'm hoping you trust me too, and I promise I will come back, I'm just not sure when." In my mind I knew it would be about 10 hours, long enough for me to get my second win.

"He has a Mercedes," Danny said.

"I know, that's one of the first things I noticed. We need to borrow your car, daddy. I just want to take my friend out to dinner. He's so nice to me, he always keeps me in check, like the brother I never had. I always keep my promises. I'll be back really soon though, and there won't be any scratches or marks on your car."