Jian-Michael and Rob were on a two week vacation, driving from Miami to New York. The hours spent in the car were letting the friends share some very intimate secrets about their fantasies. Rob especially, had several that he wanted to act out. Jian-Michael was willing to help him, anything for his lover....well, almost anything.
When they reached Savannah, they checked into a Bed & Breakfast in the historic area of the city. Their room was on the third floor of the gracious old home and they were happy to be informed that they were the only guests that night. Rob smirked at the possibilities as he tested the antique four-poster bed for its stability by bouncing heavily on it. He then left to buy a couple of bottles of wine to be shared later that evening.
While he was out, Jian-Michael changed from his jeans and boots into new cords, a shirt and tie, then topped it with a conservative sweater. He looked in the mirror to see the effect. He forgot to take out his earrings. Hhmm, still not collegiate enough. Then he remembered the little vintage wire-rims he sometimes wore. At last, perfectly preppy, he happily decided, then left a note on the bureau for Rob. It read "Meet me at the bar across the street. It's fantasy time, stranger. You have permission to open Pandora's Box until I say 'enough'. Use your imagination and let's play."
When Rob returned and read the note he was grinning roguishly as he set the suitcase, that he kept locked, on the bed. In it were goodies that he had been accumulating since he discovered that his lover was up for a few games. Jian-Michael had no idea what was in there and often lifted it, checking how much heavier it was becoming. Then he would shake it like a child wondering what he was getting for Christmas. If only he knew!
Rob attached leather restraints to the four bed posts, then added extensions as an afterthought. His friend wasn't big enough for a king size bed. Then he placed his new black leather-covered paddle on the side table and on top of that, a small supple whip. After checking the room for lighting and chilling the wine, he was satisfied he had the beginnings of an interesting evening. He changed into a suit and tie, again looking the professional man he was and strolled to the pub.
Jian-Michael was at the bar, his back to his friend, when Rob crossed the room and sat next to him. The 'collegiate effect' was already getting him hard as he offered to buy the subdued young stranger a drink. They chatted easily about the weather, the city, what university the young man attended and how much his tuition as a pre-med student was. He confided that he needed money badly and might be willing to earn some by doing 'odd jobs'. Rob understood the clues and nearly burst through his trousers with excitement. The bartender was obviously eavesdropping on their conversation. That was half the fun for the two. Their dialogue got more outrageous as they discussed in juicy detail how much for various weird _s_e_x_ual acts. The older man agreed to pay the 'student' $2,000 to spend the night and producing a key, said, "Let's go. I have a room."
"Show me the money.", the student growled just loud enough for prying ears.
The man took out his wallet and counted the bills onto the bar, displaying the bulging contents as he countered, "I'm a big tipper if I'm really pleased with the service."
Smiling openly, the young man went to take the money, but the man put his hand over the other's and told him he would get it later, in the morning. The bartender was goggling away at them, probably wondering if he should call the cops, but the older man had mentioned that he was a lawyer. It was prudent to ignore the pick-up and his transaction with the young prostitute. The kid sure looked straight. If he had suspected that he was a hustler when he came in, he would have been refused service at that upscale establishment. The barkeep watched the two leave together, the older man's hand gripping the smaller one's butt.
Holding back laughter, they kept the game going even as they entered their room. Jian-Michael asked Rob to shower first, so he took off his jacket and hung it over a chair. When he went into the bathroom, closing the door, the young man quickly retrieved the wallet and lifted all the bills. He was nearly out the door when the 'john' grabbed him by the hair and pulled the little thief back into the room. Rob took the money away from him and threw it on the bed where the bills scattered like rose petals. He took the hustler's wire-rims off, then slapped him across the face all the while threatening to beat him. The boy begged to be let go with a warning.
Rob still had him by the hair as he lowered his zipper and thrust his rigid tool between the boy's white teeth. The kid gagged and choked at the rough treatment. He was useless, awkward, an obviously virgin mouth, the man accused as he gave himself momentary relief. Lifting the boy to his feet, the older man sat on the bed and lowered the cords and briefs before pulling him over his strong thighs. When he had noticed a flash of red ribbon tied near the dark pubes, he had nearly blown the scene by laughing at his memory of a few days before.
After his birthday party, he opened the door to his old room to find Jian-Michael asleep on one bed, naked except for red ribbons woven through a total of seven golden rings and neatly tied to his limbs in a pattern that made him look like a marionette to be played with. He was laying partially on his side and it was obvious from fiery red hand prints that someone had spanked him. But who, he wondered all night? Unable to touch him, Rob looked hungrily for several minutes while massaging a massive woody before disappearing into the bathroom to jerk off like he had so often as a young boy. His 40th birthday just kept getting better and better.
Jian-Michael would pay for Rob's embarrassment when he had been caught by his father the next morning whacking off again at the sight of his lover. Papa had winked and patted the boy's wounded fanny gently to wake him. The memory was alive as he walloped those firm ass cheeks as soundly as he could.
Jian-Michael yelped, then cried out OWWW!! as Rob started to really lean into punishing the boy for his pranks. The kid wriggled and writhed, trying to twist away from what was turning out to be very painful, but he was held captive by a sinewy hand firmly grasping his right wrist behind his back. Rob was enjoying himself immensely as he watched his lover try to kick his way off his lap and getting more tangled in his new clothing. The more the young 'stranger' squirmed to avoid the repetitive stinging swats, the more danger of breaking his arm. Although Rob would never hurt him deliberately, the chance of it happening aroused both of them. Jian-Michael was a bit wild, liked to walk on the edge, take chances and his lover knew there had to be some risks to excite his boy.
When his hand tired, the bigger man stripped the other's clothes off slowly while handling him intimately and tied him to the bed face down, the bills scattered randomly around his nude body. The sight of the mottled handprints on his boy's crimson bottom renewed his vigor and soon had Rob applying the leather paddle with a vengeance. The little hustler howled into the pillows in agony, begging to be forgiven for trying to steal. Amazingly, he managed to stay in character offering to do incredible things if the man would only stop. No way. The man loved the paddle's loud CRACK!! CRACK!! Then he decided to try his new whip, but he first dangled it in front of Jian-Michael who had never seen it.
"NO ROBBY, NO!! Please, no, no....I'll be good, I promise. I'll never embarrass you again! I'm sorry about the ribbon! Please, no!" Jian-Michael slipped out of the scene until Rob assured him that he wouldn't use it on his back or thighs. The young man took several deep breaths to calm himself then continued, "Please Mister, just let me go, please. I've had it. You don't want to beat me so badly that I'll be useless to you. Just let me make love to you, please."
The small whip struck the solid flesh of his scarlet buttocks several times as the man hissed, "I'm going to _f_u_c_k_ your quarter-bouncing little buns right now!" The younger man again struggled to escape and shrieked loudly at the searing pain. Rob finally stopped, went to the locked suitcase and retrieved a menacing looking implement. Jian-Michael's almond eyes went wide.
"NO ROBBY, NO! I mean it this time. Untie me, NOW!" The young man was frantic. The older man only smiled evilly and advanced towards the bed. "NO!! ENOUGH ROB! Enough or this is the LAST TIME you get to play!"
_s_h_i_t_, the man thought, he should have stopped to get him drunk on the wine first. Oh well, maybe next time, he thought sadly as he started to untie his lover. After all, it was going to be a long trip to New York and back.