By David Cody Ledon
Prologue
Cameron had been waiting in the bus station for over three hours. As his bus approached, he stood and picked up his knapsack and walked outside to meet it. He was a handsome, somewhat diminutive young man, at 5-foot-7 and 150 pounds. But he had a solid, athletic build, and large dark brown eyes, set into an attractive face. He had a great smile too, although he had not displayed that recently.
It was probably not an understatement to say that this had been the worst day in his 23-years long life. His day had started at the lawyer’s office for the county, where he had signed over the deed to his family home. His mother had left him and his father 10 years prior, to parts unknown. His father had little use for him until he developed heart problems, after which Cameron had been forced to care for him, and endure his verbal abuse, until his death about two months ago. After his passing, it became clear that he had not paid any taxes on their decrepit house for several years, and the tax burden on the house far exceeded its value. Cameron sold what he could to raise a few hundred dollars in cash. That, and the few pieces of clothing in his knapsack comprised his worldly possessions. His father’s demands had pretty much prevented him from making any friends in high school or from having a social life. No one was there to see him off.
He was on his way to a remote part of the state, where one of the employees at the county office had a relative who managed a small construction business. The relative needed a night watchman and knew someone who lived near the business who could rent him a room. With no other options, Cameron headed on to the next stage in his life.
While he was understandably nervous about being out on his own, Cameron also tried to look at the bright side. For the first time in his life, he was free and no longer being controlled. His freedom, however, was to be short-lived.
A Small Gathering
Pete did not look like a typical accountant. A mountain of a man, he had, in his early 20s, played college football. While he had not been talented enough to make the pros, he had kept up a vigorous training regimen. Twenty years later, at 6-foot-2 and 260 pounds, with bushy hair and beard, he was an intimidating figure. He was also a sadist. The biggest rush he had gotten from playing football was the fear in the eyes of his opponents as he charged at them on the field.
Pete lived and worked in his home, a modest ranch house on about three acres of property. He had majored in finance in college, and, despite the low population density in his part of the state, made a decent living. He maintained the books for several local small businesses, including a construction company just down the road. The manager there, Bill, had asked him if he could rent a room to his new night watchman. Bill had often connected him with some eager-to-please sex partners, and, as he pointed out to Pete, he’d probably never see the guy, given his schedule. Pete had agreed, figuring that the business, and other benefits that Bill sent his way, were probably worth the minor inconvenience.
His new tenant was due to arrive on Tuesday, this coming week. Today, it was a Saturday in early June, and Bill had invited Pete over to meet Bill’s two summer “roommates.”
Bill, like Pete, was a very dominant top. Unlike Pete, who was an introvert, Bill was outgoing and direct. He was 53 years old, balding, about 5-foot-8, and solidly, but not impressively built. What he lacked in stature, he more than made up for with his presence. He could command and control guys who were much larger than him through his forceful personality. And every summer, he typically had one or two such guys living with him.
Every spring, Bill placed an ad in the gay newspaper in the closest university town, about 40 miles away. It read, “Dominant gay male seeks submissive summer roommate. You do as I say for the summer, and I’ll cover your room and board.” After reviewing the always numerous responses, he arranged interviews with the likeliest candidates, making it clear what he expected, and then essentially took them prisoner for the summer. Some years, like this one, he would take on two of them, and these were who Pete was to meet this evening.
The sun was just setting as Pete pulled up to Bill’s house. It had once been the main house on a large ranch, however the ranch itself had been subdivided years before. Pete lived on another part of the former ranch, and the company Bill managed, Pine Hill Construction, was nearby on another. The house had two stories and was older, albeit well-maintained. When Pete knocked on the door, it was opened by a nervous, nearly naked 20-year-old. “Please come in Sir,” he said. “You’re expected.”
Pete followed the twink into the living room, where Bill greeted him warmly. The two did not seem to have much in common beyond their taste for humiliating their sex partners. But in rural communities, hookup apps and the Internet often led to gay people making non-sexual connections, just as a way to connect with others in the community. This was how the two men had met.
“Pete, these are my summer slaves, Anthony and Steven. Steven, get the two of us a beer.” Steven, the other nearly naked “roommate,” scurried to comply.
Pete smiled in amusement. “It amazes me you manage to do this every summer. These guys are here through August?”
“Yep,” Bill responded, smirking slightly. “Never a shortage of applicants. Ah, here’s our beers.” Steven had returned and handed one to each of them.
Both Anthony and Steven were looking at Pete with great interest. It happened a lot with Bill’s summer hires, and Bill was always happy to share. “Alright, pigs, which of you wants to service my friend here?” The men looked surprised at the directness of the question, but both responded similarly. “I do Sir!” “Me Sir!” Bill had a wide grin on his face, and Pete knew he was planning something humiliating. He sat back in his chair and waited.
“Well, only one of you can receive that honor,” Bill started out. “So here’s what we’re going to do.” Bill threw two leather wrist restraints, two leather ankle restraints, and a padlock on the floor between the two increasingly nervous-looking men. “Whoever gets the other one hog-tied first gets the honor of blowing my friend here. The one who ends up losing, is going to be sitting on a butt plug all night and will be locked into a chastity device until I decide to release him. And if there’s no winner within 15 minutes, then you’ll both be plugged and locked until I say otherwise. No holds barred; dirty tricks encouraged.” Bill pulled up a timer on his phone and showed it to them. “Go!”
Anthony, the twink who had answered the door, was probably about two inches shorter and 30 pounds lighter than Steven, who looked like he might have been an athlete of some sort. Both men dove for the restraints, but Steven got to them a couple of seconds after Anthony. This put Steven slightly above Anthony, who took advantage of this by forcing Anthony back down to the floor.
Anthony, however, was still holding one of the ankle restraints, and with Steven’s foot right in front of him, albeit across his chest, he attempted to fasten it to Steven’s ankle. Steven, meanwhile, was showing no interest in the restraints, and was instead lifting one of Anthony’s legs, pulling him slightly off the ground.
Steven’s strategy became clear a moment later when he managed to get both of his legs around Anthony’s waist and locked his ankles together. Anthony struggled furiously but was quickly gasping for air as Steven simply laid back on the floor and tightened his grip. Steven said to him, “You can give up now, or I can go tighter.” Anthony shook his head defiantly, but even with his arms free, was completely trapped in the vice-like grip of Steven’s legs.
Bill and Pete were enjoying the show, and it was clear that Pete was going to be more than ready to receive the services of the likely winner. He adjusted his quickly stiffening cock in his pants.
Anthony was heading for unconsciousness, but Steven was unrelenting. Finally, Anthony gasped out “give,” and Steven loosened his hold slightly, allowing him to draw a breath. Steven grabbed the remaining restraints and tossed them at Anthony, still keeping his legs firmly around Anthony’s waist. “Put these on, and if you try anything funny, I’ll turn you into a pretzel.”
Anthony did as he was told. When the restraints were buckled on, Steven rolled Anthony underneath him. He was kneeling on top of Anthony, who was now face down on the floor underneath him. It took minimal effort to pull Anthony’s limbs behind him and secure the four restraints together with the padlock. Steven turned triumphantly to Pete and said, “How may I serve you, Sir?”
“Not so fast,” ordered Bill. “Let’s get this loser set up for the night first.” Bill picked up a large butt plug and a bottle of lube. After briskly prepping the plug, he inserted it firmly in Anthony’s ass. Anthony, still hogtied and face down on the floor, yelped, which caused both Pete’s and Bill’s cocks to jump in anticipation. Bill grinned. “Looks like he needs a gag for the evening too.” Anthony’s pleading look only got the two doms hotter, but he clearly knew better than to say anything. Bill fastened a bit gag around Anthony’s head. He then opened the padlock holding the hogtie and ordered Anthony to sit in a wooden chair. Once there, he refastened the wrist and ankle restraints so he was securely seated with the plug still in his ass.
Up next, was the chastity device. Bill had clearly chosen his roommates well, as Anthony’s cock was starting to swell from the pain in his ass and the general humiliation. Bill sent Steven into the kitchen for ice, which he applied to Anthony’s cock. Once it had gone limp, he attached a chastity cage to it and locked it on. Anthony sat restrained, drooling through the gag, and with his cock in a cage, looking dejected and humiliated. “You’ll need to work on your wrestling skills, loser,” Bill taunted him. He slapped his face and turned away.
Steven, on the other hand, looked decidedly happier. Pete said to him, “You subdued him pretty fast.” Steven smirked. “I’m on the wrestling team at school. I figured I had the advantage.”
Bill stepped over to Steven, holding a pair of handcuffs. “Don’t get too cocky, slave, or you’ll be in the same position as the loser there. Hands behind your back.” Despite Steven being a good bit larger than Bill, he complied immediately and let Bill cuff his hands behind his back.
Bill turned to Pete, “this chair ok?” Pete nodded and unzipped his pants. Steven, still handcuffed, knelt and began servicing Pete’s fully erect cock. Pete noted his skill, but looking for something rougher, took Steven’s head in his hands and drove his cock deeper and harder down Steven’s throat, much to Bill’s obvious approval. Steven was gagging and starting to look panicked, which made Pete work him even harder. Pete’s cock, like Pete himself, was huge, both in length and circumference. He particularly liked these sessions at Bill’s because some guys, once they saw his cock, didn’t want to take its full size along with Pete’s full force skull fucking. Pete didn’t have to restrain himself here and was getting off on Steven’s helplessness as much as the blow job itself.
Finally, with a moan and a shudder, Pete shot a large load down Steven’s throat. Steven gagged but managed to swallow it all. Pete kept Steven’s head on his cock a moment, before removing his hands. “Nice,” he said. “Now clean it off.” Steven complied. Anthony, from his perch in the corner, watched with a combination of amazement and envy.
After a moment, Pete looked over at Bill, who had watched with approval. “You throw a great party. Can I fuck the other one later this summer?” Bill grinned. “No problem. Let me know when.”
After a few more minutes, Pete stood up and said his goodbyes to Bill. When he left, Steven was still handcuffed, face down on the living room floor, and Anthony was still secure in his chair. He smiled as he started the engine and pulled out onto the road.
NOTE: This story is part of a new book by David Cody Ledon called Good Intentions, available on Amazon.
