For the past month, I spent my Saturdays in the sports bar around the corner from my place, watching and waiting. I was finally ready to put the plan that had been rolling around my head into action. I was ready to try to take down an unsuspecting straight boy and manipulate him into becoming my property. Now I was on the hunt for the right straight boy.
After weeks of scanning the bar crowd, a promising candidate finally walked in and sat down by himself at the bar. The night games were just starting and he ordered a double bourbon and coke. A little slur in his voice and a little too much volume in his order betrayed that this was not his first drink of the day. Perfect.
From a table a few yards away, I quietly sized him up in between sips of my beer. He was in his mid twenties, with short dark hair and blue-green eyes. His demeanor was more than a little redneck, but still far removed from outright trailer trash. He had the kind of build that comes from getting your workouts on the job site– on the bulkier side of a medium build but without the definition of a gym rat. He looked a little on the shorter side, maybe 5’7″ or so. Hopefully he’s had a few run-ins with women who toss back anyone under 6′ and came away with a inferiority complex from it. Just that much easier to force into submission.
At the bar, he kept trying to chat up the bartender, but the bar was packed and the bartender had no time for small talk. Good, I thought. He’s in a chatty mood. An opening. I grabbed my drink, walked up towards him and leaned against the bar next to him just as his team’s quarterback threw an interception.
“This fucking guy,” I said to him, shaking my head. “Think we got a shot with him at quarterback?” And with that, he launched into his analysis of the players, the coaches, the season, the remaining schedule… everything. He was that right combination of drunk and a little lonely that made him open up to anyone.
And just like that, I was in. I pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. Not long after, his team recovered a fumble. “This calls for shots!” I yelled, and ordered two from the bartender. “That’s a National Championship defense right there!” he said, tossing back his whiskey. I quietly poured mine into the beer I was pretending to nurse. I needed to stay clear headed. That cycle kept repeating– I’d get shots for every minor victory his team managed, with him downing his while I dumped mine when he wasn’t looking, occasionally pouring my spiked beer out in the bathroom.
The drunker he got, the more he opened up, and as I studied him up close, the more I liked what I saw. He had a rugged quality that worked for him and a natural tan from his work–construction, he told me, along with most of his life story. He just went through a nasty breakup with his”psycho” girlfriend and moved here for a fresh start. Not a lot of friends here yet, thus the solo bar trip. On his trips to the bathroom, I started to get an idea of what his ass looked like, too. Amazing what lifting 50 pound sacks of concrete all day will do for your body.
I had seen enough. This was my target. He was isolated, in an unfamiliar town, but had lots of close friends and family he saw regularly back home. Plenty to lose. And he lacked the alpha tough-guy exterior that would have made breaking him that much harder. Time to start preparing the ground.
Halftime had just eryaman escort started and the camera focused on the cheerleaders, bouncing blonde 20 year olds showing as much skin as broadcast tv could allow. “Damn!” I said. “What I’d do to her…”
A crooked smile spread across his face. “Half the reason I watch college ball.”
“What kind of girls do you like?”
By now, his guard was completely down. I kept him talking about girls, what he liked, what he didn’t, what he liked to do with them in bed, all his past conquests, all his future fantasies. I kept steering the conversation as dirty as possible, trying to get his blood pumping and his horniness to the point it became unmanageable. After I got a good enough idea of what he was into, I slipped off to the bathroom to browse some porn sites until I found a video that ticked all his boxes. With that last piece in place, it was time for the next step.
By the end of the game, I was convinced he was horny enough to be a little desperate (he was unsuccessfully trying to hit on every woman who walked up to the bar) and drunk enough that his inhibitions were rock bottom.
I picked up the tab and turned to him. “There’s a late game tonight that should be good. Want to catch it at my place? It’s right around the corner, and I’ve got a decent bottle of bourbon I’ve been looking for an excuse to open…”
“Sure,” he said, sliding off his bar stool. Hopefully he wasn’t too drunk for what was coming next.
We made the short walk back to my place and he stepped inside. He plunked down on my couch, not noticing the laptop angled to point exactly where he was sitting. I cued up the video I found on my phone to cast onto the tv. As I hit play, the smart tv turned itself on and two naked women who were just his type filled the screen.
“Oh shit!” I said, pretending to fumble with the remote. “I forgot I left this on.”
He was glued to the screen. For guys used to jerking off to porn on their phones, seeing it in high def on the big screen can seem extra dirty somehow.
“I mean, this isn’t terrible either,” I said, watching his reaction.
“No,” he said distractedly. “Fuck she’s hot.” I thought I could make out a bulge starting to form.
I sat down on the other side of the couch, making sure the laptop had a clear line of sight of him and the lighting was just right. I started rubbing my own crotch, making enough of a show of it that he would notice in his periphery. Before long, he started rubbing too.
“Jesus, look at them,” I muttered, trying not to take him out of the moment but getting him used to my being a part of it. “Too bad we didn’t bring any girls from the bar.”
“I tried,” he said, eyes fixed on the screen, his hand running across the bulge growing in pants. “It’s been a little while. All that pussy talk at the bar– I just wanted to fuck someone’s brains out.”
Time for escalation, I thought. I unzipped my pants and took my own thick cock out. I started moving my hand up and down it with long, slow strokes. Even out of the corner of his eye, it would be impossible for him not to notice.
He glanced over at me. This was the moment of truth. Either he would bolt in horror from my place, or he was just drunk and horny enough to go to the next level.
He turned back to the screen and unzipped his pants, too. sincan escort He pulled his underwear down a little, just enough to free his cock, which sprang back and slapped against his stomach. His cock was impressive– somewhere around 7″ and well proportioned thickness with a natural slight curve upwards. I’ll get a chastity cage on that some day, I thought. In the meantime, what was most important was that he was rock hard on the couch with another man, the laptop next to him quietly watching.
For a few minutes we jerked off next to each other, occasionally making little comments about the video. Finally, when I was sure he was completely absorbed in the moment, it was time to move.
“Fuck it,” I said. “No girls here, but a mouth is a mouth.” And before he could register what I said, I eased off the couch and on to my knees in front of him, took his cock and slid it in my mouth.
I could feel him tense immediately. I went to work as quickly as I could giving him what I hoped was the best blow job of his life before he had time to think. I ran my tongue across his head, bobbing up and down on him, licking him just under his tip, then licking him up and down, before taking him back into my mouth and going as far down on him as I could. By the time the shock of what was happening had worn off, he was into it. I could feel his cock harden in my mouth and his body relax. He started quietly moaning and muttering “fuck” under his breath. His eyes were rooted on the tv, trying his best to embrace “a mouth is a mouth.” Meanwhile, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had him. Now I just had to keep the tempo up.
With my mouth still on his cock, I slid his pants and underwear off. He put up no resistance, pulling his butt off the couch an inch or two to help me. I could start to taste some precum leaking from him, which only spurred me to work even harder. His breathing got heavier as he put his hand on my head. His balls started to pull up tighter– he looked like he was about to explode. Not yet, I thought. I need you so horny you can’t think straight.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and started playing with his balls. “Fuuuuuck…” he sighed, just at the brink of cumming. I looked down at his cock, glistening in my saliva, head dark red and pulsing, precum oozing out of him, veins standing out, everything right on the edge.
I waited a few seconds until he settled down, playing with his balls until he could handle my mouth again. And back to work I went. It wasn’t long before he was right back on edge again, breathing heavy, hips starting to fuck my mouth in rhythm to my bobbing. And again, just before he was about to explode, I took him out of my mouth and watched his teased cock throb in my hand.
Now he was primed for the final move. As I had been sucking him, I worked my own pants and underwear off as well. As soon as he was out of my mouth and before he could recover from the edging, I looked up at him and said, “your turn.”
Before he could work out what that meant, I was moving. In one fluid movement, I stood up, put one foot on the back of the couch cushions right by his butt, put my hand on the back of his head and pushed my own thick hard cock towards his lips. I put enough pressure on the back of his head to gently but firmly bring him right into my cock. All the while, careful to etlik escort stay out of the way of the laptop.
Between the booze, the porn and the edging, he was completely lost in the moment. His mouth opened and I slid my cock inside him. At first, he bobbed up and down on my cock eagerly, but it was apparent this was his first blow job. He grabbed at my cock with his hand, could only go down an inch or two, and almost immediately I felt his teeth scraping against me. None of that mattered. The laptop kept quietly watching, and by now I knew he would get plenty more practice sucking my cock, whether he wanted it or not. We would perfect his form later.
It wasn’t long before his enthusiasm started to wane. Maybe his head was starting to clear from the edging and he started to realize what he was doing. He slowed down and eventually took my cock out of his mouth and gave it a few half hearted strokes. But I already had everything I needed. Time to wrap things up before I got too greedy.
I got back down on my knees to finish him off. His cock had softened some, but I brought him back to full attention in no time. His eyes were back on the porn, his breathing got even heavier, and it wasn’t long before he started muttering, “fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
I was feeling so triumphant from everything that happened, I let him finish in my mouth– something that went against my Dom instincts, but the poor bastard deserved it just this once. He put his hand on my head and started pumping out his load. With each shot, his body spasmed and jerked. It looked like he hadn’t cum like that in a long while.
When he finally finished, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shifted away from me. His head was clearing and he was looking visibly confused about how all this happened. “Where’s your bathroom?” he sheepishly asked. “I just want to clean up real quick.”
I pointed to the bathroom and he disappeared around the hallway corner. As soon as he was out of sight, I went for his pants. “Selfish bastard,” I thought, pulling his wallet out and taking a picture of his ID. “Didn’t even ask if he could help finish me off. We’ll have to work on that.” I slid his wallet back into place just before he rounded the corner. He quickly got dressed, mumbled out a confused “thanks” but said it was late and he had to go.
As soon as he was gone, I went for the laptop, opened the minimized webcam window and stopped it recording. I quickly scanned the video and sure enough, it caught everything. Here he was taking his cock out next to another man, here he was letting another man suck him off, and most importantly, here he was with a cock in his own mouth, bobbing up and down like he meant it. His orgasm was even more explosive on camera. An awfully dramatic O-face as his entire body shook. Impossible to say he didn’t enjoy it. There was more than enough here to ruin him.
Next I checked the picture I took of his ID. Corey Beckett, with an address not too far away. Should be easy enough to find him on social media. I opened Facebook and typed his name in. There’s always more people out there with the same name than you expect, but I found him after a little scrolling. There he was at his sister’s wedding, same crooked smile, with all of his family helpfully tagged for me. I took down their names, made notes of their profiles and contact info, and kept scrolling. Before long, I had a comprehensive list of everyone close to him. Family, best friends, past and current co-workers, even his ex-girlfriend. I could now reach his entire world simultaneously and drop whatever I wanted into their inbox.
He didn’t realize it yet, but his life had just changed forever. He belonged to me now. And I had plans for him.