[Parts 1 and 2 of The Scott Chronicles both appeared in Issue 36, September/October 1993]
2.
The Male Submission Scenario
Sometimes we made dates at motels (but just the 2 of us!), and I’d “pick him up” at a gay bar, or call him, and he’d pretend he was the answering service at a rent-boy agency. I wrote a ton of scenarios for him, and we had a ton of fun with them. Scott learned that a little imagination, a lot of slow foreplay, both mental and physical, heightened the ultimate and inevitable fuck. Finally came the Male Submission scenario.
It was really quite simple. It was in December, snowy and very cold. I came to Scott’s house and quickly warmed up by kissing him. The roommate was there and wanted a threesome, but Scott wasn’t going for it, and I didn’t want it either, because I came with letters.
I told Scott about the letters when we went upstairs to his room, and locked ourselves in. I explained that there were three of them, to be read in order, but only after I was tied up, naked in the chair. So I put the letters on the bed, and stripped naked before Hunk. I gingerly inserted a dildo in my ass, and sat down. Scott then tied me with clothesline very tightly to the chair, and following directions, blindfolded me. I then heard him sit down on the bed and open the first envelope. I don’t remember exactly how it went, but the three envelopes represented three levels of Male Submission to the Rock-Hard Boy-King. The first level was sex and bondage, the second torture, and the last, a house of his own.
It started as a parody of a contract: Mike, hereinafter Crotch Slave, Cock Slut, Crotch Luster, and Scott, hereinafter Boy-King, Male Stud Wrestler, Stark Stiffen, Rock-Hard Naked, Cock Master and Cock King (and about 30 more such nominations! My, we had fun!) etc. etc. The Cock Whore begs permission of the Crotch King to be the Male Stud’s personal sex slave and service the Male Boy-King’s crotch, cock and balls etc. etc. It went on in this vein for a while, and included ceding over to Scott the rights and powers of a King, that I was to be fucked whenever Scott wanted, tied up whenever Scott wanted, or when I begged for it, details about the kneeling and doubtless prurient sentences concerning Scott’s Huge Maleness, how the Shaft was to be licked slowly from the hairs in the boy-king’s crotch to the Huge Glistening Head of the Sex-King’s Cock. Finally, at the end of this letter, I wrote: Scott, if you like what you read so far, please gag me, and use new ropes on some part of my body. The tighter they are, the more you like what I’m writing.
So Scott picked out his ball gag, slightly smaller than a tennis ball, and one which if you have in your mouth for any time, your jaw starts aching. This he pushed into the Groveler’s mouth, and added some tape, all around the head (Scott loved gags) to keep it in. He then tied my elbows together, and ran a rope from my neck down to the base of my rockhard jutting cock. The Male Slave was now bound, gagged, blindfolded, and being fucked up the ass by the dildo.
Then Scott opened the 2nd envelope, which started out with more paeans of praise to the Stud Male, His RockHardness, and so forth. This time, I outlined the Slave’s duty: keep Scott Stiff. Failure to stiffen Scott’s cock meant punishment by torture, including, but not limited to, x number of kicks in the crotch, x number of minutes groveling, torture by suspension, torture by weights hanging from my balls (one I dreamed up was tying me upright, legs spread, metal pail tied to my balls. Small plastic hose to nearby sink, and just a trickle of water from the hose into the pail. Crotch Luster can then watch as the pail slowly, slowly fills), torture by being tied in the fuck chair, etc.
This letter ended with the same kind of thing as the first: Scott, if you like what you read, do something to torture me. Scott did, by putting tit clamps on me, and clothespins on my cock. Then he read the third and last letter.
This one offered him a house of his own, with long detailed stuff about my taking care of him, what clothes he was to wear when he was with me, how one room was to be Sex Domination Room, one Release Fuck Room (a Release Fuck is a short fuck, for Scott, usually after I have done sex worship, and he just wants to fuck me for 1/2 hour or so), one Kneel & Worship Room. None of this of course was ever followed to the letter. We had sex, and all kinds of it, in every room.
This time, the last sentence said something like: Scott, if you like what you read, do something to indicate it.
He did. I heard him take his clothes off, and he came over to where I was sitting in the chair, rope-tied, tape-gagged, blindfolded, ass-fucked, and horny as a pistol. He increased my sex lust incredibly by rubbing his gigantic erection all over my chest, arms, legs, and finally thrusting into my crotch. By this time, I was lust-heaving in the chair. Then, he dressed, and left. I heard him leave because I heard the front door close and lock. The roommate had long ago gone, and I was tied up stark naked in Scott’s bedroom while the December snow slowly fell outside. I waited. And waited. And each sound on the street, the scuffling of boots on the snowy pavement, might be Scott. And still I waited. It was a delicious feeling, being forced to wait for him. I knew he was coming back, and I never even thought of him not returning. Finally he did, and the excitement in my body grew and grew, as I heard the lock on the outside door snap, and his feet on the floor below. I wasn’t 100% certain it was Scott—it might have been the roommate—but I hoped it was. My cock was jutting huge and hard as the bedroom door opened, and he came in. By the way he moved around the room, again stripping, I sensed it was Scott, and when the cock got shoved into my taped face, I knew it was Scott. I was untied just enough to get me off the chair and off the dildo, and onto the bed. Scott then fucked me non-stop for close to an hour. Usually he takes breaks during the fucking to cool his pole down; this time he didn’t. Later we showered together, laughed together, had a drink, and went out for a slapup dinner. I was near delirious with the thought of Scott in his Sex House, and Scott told me later that he was really high, too, because he felt incredibly flattered by being offered a house for free.
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