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Third Time Lucky

Chapter 2: The Jockstrap

Once at the house Jack opened the garage roller door and gestured for Finn to drive in. He didn't want Finns car left on the driveway just in case someone came to the house and saw it. He didn't want any evidence Finn was here. Once parked inside and the roller door was closed Jack locked the door shut, placed the keys out of sight and they headed into the house.

" Do you want a drink Finn?" asked Jack

" Err, sure yeah. Something cold please " he replied. " as Finn said this he kicked off his Vans revealing his dirty white socks.

Cute. Jack thought.

They headed into the kitchen.

"Wow man, this is a nice house!" said Finn as he looked around admiring the decor.

"Thanks, yeah I've done a lot of work in the few years I've been here" Jack said talking over his shoulder as he walked.

"...my place is really basic but at least I'm not still at my parents, that was fuckin hard work" Finn said

"How so?" quizzed Jack

"My parents are very strict and old fashioned, always have been and let's just say they disapproved of my life style choice" Finn said as he leaned against the counter top looking at Jack.

"Lifestyle?" quizzed Jack, though he was pretty fuckin sure he knew where Finn was heading with this.

"..when they found out I liked other guys they couldn't handle it. They threw me out as soon as I was Eighteen. Apparently I was an embarrassment "

"shit Finn, that's pretty tough "

"Yeah, I've never really had a Dad in my life who's cared for me. Pretty sure that's why I like older guys, maybe deep down I'm looking for that person?"

Jack was making the drinks as Finn spoke. Finn was looking around the room as he chatted and Jack took the moment to look him over. He was leaning against the counter with his right leg bent up behind him, his skinny jeans framing his long lean legs and his white sock pressed against the door of the unit. He had both arms spread out to his sides supporting him holding the black marble worktop. As he spoke he subconsciously rubbed his left hand over the marble. Jack knew his clients were going to love him, but he was pretty fuckin sure it wasn't the sort of love that Finn looked for.

Once made Jack handed Finn his drink and gestured to the large sofa in the open plan room near a large window. They sat there and spoke openly for an hour or so. Finn told Jack how he had been living on his own ever since leaving home. How he wasn't in a relationship but had been with a couple of guys in that time but no one serious. He chatted about how he was definitely drawn to older men and that he had spotted Jack in the coffee shop as soon as he had walked in.

Jack was clever at speaking without really telling Finn anything about himself, he was also very skilled at getting Finn to continue to talk. Finn spoke about the sort of older guys he was attracted to and pretty much described Jack.

After a little while Jack stood up and said,

"Finn I hope you don't mind but I fancy some weed, is that okay with you?"

"Sure is!" answered Finn " but only if we share it!" Jack smiled and headed over to the kitchen where he opened a drawer and took out a small tin. Opening it he took out one of the pre rolled joints and walked back to join Finn. He sat down and lit it, taking in a long drag. Arching his head back so he was looking up he blew the smoke from his lips and watched it blow away in the breeze of the ceiling fan. Jack knew the weed was strong, and had purposely chosen it to relax Finn. After a couple more drags he passed it to him and fished a little more...

"The thing is Finn" Jack said shuffling on the sofa "you see the thing is mate, I'm kinda in a relationship with a guy at the moment. His name is Ryan" This was a lie. Finn looked a little crushed.

"Oh, shit man. Fuck that's a real pity, but why did you invite me here if you weren't looking for anything..?" Finn said drawing a big huff on the joint and looking a little perplexed.

"No mate I'm definitely looking .." Jack reassured Finn "..you see well Ryan and me we have a, shit how can I put this? We have a kinda relaxed attitude to being exclusive. We have both been with other guys whilst we've been together".

Jack was a good liar. He wasn't seeing anyone right now but he knew exactly which one of his client's would love this story and be more than happy to go along with it. Jack was testing Finn to see his reaction and was about to test him big time.

" truth is Finn, Ryan and I have always had a fantasy about a threesome. We really want one with a younger guy and after what you said in the car park about liking older guys , well that's why I invited you back here.."

Now it was Finn's time to fidgit awkwardly in the sofa.

Jack noticed and continued "we've always wondered what it would be like to have a threesome with someone younger where we both get to really dominate him. Ryan's about my age and pretty fuckin buff as he spends too much time I'm the gym, but damn he's good looking.."

The bait had been placed.

"Err, wow ok a threesome? I dunno man that sounds kinda fun but I've never done anything like that before". Finn said as he passed the joint back. He was looking a little uncomfortable and Jack thought he wasn't going to take the bait, but then Finn continued "..so what do you mean by dominate exactly..?"

The bait had just been taken.

Blowing smoke from his mouth Jack replied " Well I dunno really mate" he lied. "I guess we would be in control and, what did you say in the car park, we could discipline you.." Jack said." You could be our little house boy. We'd show you what we want you to do and what we expect from you. It could be a lot of fun"

Finn was watching Jack closely as he said this and as he messed his blonde hair up with his left hand said excitedly "I've never told anyone this but I've always loved the idea of being dominated in bed! I have this fantasy about being told what to do by an older guy. Maybe let things get a bit kinky, you know maybe dress up a little?"

Jack knew exactly why Finn was relaxed enough to be talking so loosely and handed the reason back to him. Finn obediently took the joint and placing it to his lips continued "...I guess being told what to do by two older guys would be twice the fun, right?"

"Damn right it would!" Jack said encouragingly ".. we could have a lot of fun mate. I wanna see you in a jockstrap and really get into you! Ryan and me love dressing up! Jack made it obvious he was looking at Finns bulge in his skinny jeans and said "..you look like your up for it Finn. Ryan is due over in a bit and I could let him know, he's gonna find you so fuckin cute, you're so his type!"

Ryan's type was someone young, tied up and fucked senseless.

Finn actually blushed a little and said nervously "Shit, I dunno man, this is all getting kinda serious isn't it?" He took a long drag on the joint and held the smoke in whilst thinking. He knew he wasn't wearing a jockstrap but thinking Jack wouldn't really care about little details said " fuck it, I've always wanted to do this. Let's do it!"

What Finn didn't quite appreciate was that Jack did indeed care very much about the little details. His clients cared very much as well. Finn had just agreed to something that was much more than he thought. He didn't know this but Finn had just agreed to give up his freedom. Permanently.

Jack patted Finn on his back and jumped out the seat and headed into the kitchen area. "Great! Nice one man, I'll fix us some more drinks and message Ryan."

Finn stayed on the sofa and finished the joint. As he put it out he adjusted the boner that had grown inside his skinny jeans. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He was feeling quite light headed from the joint and perhaps his guard was down a little. Though he thought he was fit, he didn't know Jack at all, and he hadn't met this Ryan dude at all. "fuckin hell" he said in low voice with a smile on his face.

What Finn couldn't see from the sofa was what Jack was doing in the kitchen. He prepared Finn another drink and reaching into his wallet bought out a small packet. He unwrapped it revealing a small amount of white powder. Glancing over to Finn Jack carefully slid the powder into the glass and stirred in the contents, adding a couple of ice cubes for good measure. He walked back to Finn. " ..there you go mate this one's yours" he said passing it to him. "I'm gonna message Ryan and tell him about you, he's gonna be here soon. I'll only be a minute"

Finn was left on the sofa alone and he thought about how quickly things had moved. Although the huge boner he had meant he was clearly excited at the idea of the threesome, he was also nervous. The reality was he didn't know either of the two men he had just agreed to be fucked by but that made him even more aroused. The joint had really kicked in now and he felt quite stoned and was glad for the drink Jack had just made him as he thought it might clear his head a little. He took a few long gulps and swallowed the drink, wiping his chin with his arm.

Soon it's added ingredient would be in his bloodstream and his nerves would be a thing of the past. As would his inhabitions and his freedom.

Jack knew he didn't need to message Ryan at all. Ryan was already in the house. He was using the gym at the far end of the property and Jack entered the well equipped home gym with an impressive bulge in his jeans. With a tiled floor and white walls the gym was full of about a dozen different pieces of equipment. The far wall was covered in full length mirrors. Ryan was over in the left side using the bench press. At 45 he was 7 years younger than Jack and was 6 ft tall and 14 stone of pure muscle. His hours spent in the gym had paid off as every inch of him was developed. As he lowered the weights onto the support the sweat ran off of his tatoo'd covered body. He had short dark hair, brown eyes and his face had chiseled features. His body had a covering of dark hair. "Is he here?" Ryan asked " I could hear talking coming from the kitchen" he added.

" Oh he's fuckin here alright" said Jack beaming. "I've told him you and I are a couple and that we've been looking for a younger guy to join us in a threesome and he's only fuckin agreed to it!. He's well up for it!"

"Fuck, that was easy?" Ryan said looking at Jack from the bench.

"It gets better mate" said Jack " he wants a Daddy to dominate him! He wants to be disciplined. He actually said that!"

Ryan smiled "Oh I'll fuckin dominate the shit out of him if that's what he wants!" he said as he stood up. His 6 ft muscular frame was going to dwarf Finn's. "I'm going for a shower and then get changed. I'll be about half an hour, get him nice and relaxed yeah?" Ryan said as he stepped away from the bench.

" On it mate. He's already had one of the joints and I've just mixed him one of my specials" Jack replied.

" Okay, but don't totally fuckin waste him before we start!" Ryan said smiling as he left the room.

Jack headed back to Finn and noticed that he had finished the drink. Smirking slightly he knew that Finn would be feeling very relaxed soon but despite this still opened the tin and took out another spliff. Sitting down next to him Jack lit it, took a drag and passed it to Finn. " Ryan's on his way over mate and is super excited about meeting you" he said as Finn took a hit. "...after we've had this smoke I'll show you where you can take a shower and clean up". Finn nodded as he blew smoke out and up into the air above his head. Listening but not really hearing.

"also" Jack continued "..I'll lay out some things for you to wear. We want you looking just right when we fuck you.."

Finn was pretty stoned now, the mix of the joints and the spiked drink were kicking in and he should probably have been paying more attention to what Jack had just said but he just nodded and zoned out a little.

Once he'd finished the joint, and Jack had made sure that Finn had smoked the whole thing himself Jack showed him where he could shower. " There's fresh towels and stuff all ready for you in there mate. When you're cleaned up, get changed and come and find me"

"Sure" said Finn enjoying the whole role playing thing and being told what to do.

What Finn didn't appreciate was that Jack wasn't playing at all. Jack was being absolutely fuckin serious.

Finn walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him and looked around. It was an impressive looking room, all the finishings were high quality. Tiled throughout with black tiles there was a white roll top bath to the side of the room along with a large double basin counter. On the other side to the bath was a huge shower cubicle with a large silver shower fitment overhead. As Finn undressed and peeled of his t shirt he revealed his young tight body. He was defined without being overly muscular. Tanned and hair free. He undid his belt and slid off his skinnys, his long shaved legs stepping out of his jeans. Leaving them on the floor he then slipped off both his white socks.

On the white marble countertop were towels, a bottle of body wash and something that should have possibly concerned Finn more than it did. As he stood there wearing just his tight white American Eagle underpants he looked at a bottle of lube and a large anal douche. "...okay, so Jack wants me to clean inside and out I guess.." Finn said quietly to himself "fair enough " he added. He'd used a douche before so knew what to do and being under the effect of the weed and spiked drink he simply slid off his shorts and left them on the floor with everything else. His cock sprang free and hung down half hard and leaking a little pre cum. His pubes were completely shaved and as he stood there he looked young, fit and full of energy . Because of its blond colouring the hair on his arms was almost invisible and apart from the messy blond hair on his head he looked totally hairless.

He poured some warm water and spent the next twenty minutes diligently cleaning out his rectum. Once done he jumped in the cubicle and showered. He washed every part of his lean body with the wash and paid particular attention to his now fully hard cock, cleaning it's bulbous helmet. The soap bubbles ran over his wet tanned skin and down his legs. "All done" he thought as he turned off the water.

After he towled himself dry he walked through to the dressing room where he saw what Jack wanted him to wear. Placed on a chair was a white lycra jockstrap with a grey waistband that had Bike written on it. Finn smiled " I guess I am going to get ridden" he thought. Next to this was a pair of black knee length soccer socks with a white stripe around their top. and a black leather neck collar with rings attached to the outside. "Fuckin hell, Jack wasn't kidding when he said he wanted me to look just right.." was all Finn could think of saying as he picked up the jockstrap and checked the size. The label read 'small'. "He even knows my waist size" he thought as he slipped his legs into the strap and pulled it on. Left leg then right. He lifted the jock up his smooth tanned legs and wiggled as he squeezed his junk into the pouch and adjusted the straps and waistband so that it was all neat and tidy. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and turned slightly so he could see his own arse. Nodding in approval he then picked up the left sock and pulled in onto his leg reaching just above his knee. He then did the same with the right sock. Once done he picked up the neck collar and without even thinking just obediently slipped it round his neck and did it up tight. The black leather strap sliding through the silver buckle and clicking up tightly.

He looked at himself in the long mirror. He was naked except for the black knee socks and jockstrap. His hard cock filled the pouch nicely and sat to the right, the outline of his helmet and shaft clearly visible through the tight material. Around his neck he wore the black leather collar.

Stoned and horny he looked every bit the fuck boy he thought. About to be taught a lesson by two older men he hoped. His arse was clean and ready to be taken. His cock grew even harder.

Jack was waiting for Finn in the lounge. He had also showered and changed. Across his bare chest he now had a leather harness. Two straps came over his broad shoulders and joined via a silver hoop with two horizontal straps going round his torso under his arms. At the back the straps all joined by another hoop. The harness was tight fitting and his muscular chest pressed against the black leather material. Covering his junk was a black leather jockstrap, his cock was rock solid and stuffed into the pouch. On his legs Jack had a pair of black leather chaps, and on his feet he wore large black boots. He looked like he wasn't going to take any shit from anyone and definitely looked ready to dominate. Whilst he waited he poured himself a whiskey and adjusted his swollen member inside his jockstrap. He was fuckin horny and ready to plough.

Ryan then joined him in the lounge and was also clearly ready for the night ahead. He was wearing a pair of black Speedo's that struggled to contain the monster that was stuffed inside them. His cock was sat to the left and formed a big bulge in the lycra. Its helmet was leaking pre cum and made the material wet and shiny. On his upper body he wore the same harness that Jack wore. On his feet he also had boots. Ryan's body was more hairy and muscular than Jack's and dressed as he was he looked every bit the Alpha. He looked ready to fuckin dominate.

Finn walked into the lounge wearing just the jockstrap and socks and saw both men waiting for him. He tried to take in what he saw quickly and his eyes darted between Jack and Ryan, both dressed in leather , both wearing harnesses and with big heavy boots . "Holy shit" he mumbled. He looked so different from the two men. Finn, almost naked looked very vulnerable. His body, though beautiful and lean looked so young compared to the two men's. Both Ryan and Jack looked at Finn as he entered the room, and smiled. There was absolutely no doubt as to the roles that these three were going to adopt this evening. Finn was going to be dominated and disciplined and fucked hard.

To be continued....

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The stories are making me really horny and happy. Please continue ❤️🔥🐖😜

Hey. I want to explain and say sorry for why I kinda vanished without an explanation.

After writing pretty intensely for a few months, I wanted a brief time out to recharge. I wrote 16 long chapters in 12 weeks and didn't want to disappoint readers if my future writing suffered. Also I have a bad habit of wiping the slate clean and so deleted my stories and deactivated my old account. I am however extremely grateful to everyone for their likes and reposts of my first two stories and to those who messaged me.

I've reposted my two stories below and am super grateful to the blogs that made that possible, as I stupidly deleted my originals.

Please bear with me, I plan to write a whole new story in the next few weeks.

Luke.

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What the fuck this is soooo hot

Stranger Danger

Part 1

Luke had always been a keen cyclist, and today only underlined that enjoyment. The weather was perfect for a 30 mile ride, it was warm, sunny and dry. Infact the first dry day for about a week so he had been keen to change into his cycle gear and hit the road early. He was 22 years old and had been cycling for about 7 years, he was tall, about 6ft 2" with dark hair which was short at the sides and kept longer and floppy on top and he had a lean, fat free physique with legs that were tanned and slightly muscular as a result of his years cycling. Years of cycling and being on his school swim team had paid off for Luke and he had now a physique which was perfect for cycling. Truth be told, it was also perfect for looking good in his cycle kit, lycra isn't the most forgiving material he often thought but if you have the right figure there's something very sexy about the way the material clings to every curve. Luke definitely had the right figure. Although the keeping fit element to cycling had always been the main motivator, he had to admit to himself that the way the lycra felt and looked had always been a bonus reason for him to ride. He had a fairly large collection of cycling kits to wear, maybe a little too large and sometimes he thought maybe he enjoyed buying them and trying them on as much as the actual riding. Luke considered himself straight, in fact he had even dated, for a short while, one of the girls on his school swim team. The thing is, he had also liked two of the guys on the swim team as well, though had never done anything about these feelings other than let his mind, and his hands wander, when he laid in bed under the covers wearing just his dark blue Speedos . I guess if you held a gun to his head and made him choose he would admit to being bisexual.

Today he had slipped on his favourite kit. It was a black, long armed skinsuit made by Castelli, an all in one suit that had a tiny zip in the front that was pretty much invisible once done up. The effect was a suit that looked pretty much sprayed on and covered his body from his neck down to his thighs. The material had a wide black elasticated seam where it ended so that it clung to his legs and wrists. He finished it off with white cycling socks and shoes that clipped into his pedals. Safety being crucial, he also wore a red and white helmet with cycling sunglasses. He had, on a couple of thankfully rare occasions got a bit 'excited' on his rides, esp if he let his mind wander, and had allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of the lycra clinging to his body a little too much and was glad on those rides that he hadn't had to get off his bike. The suit was called a skinsuit for a good reason, and he wouldn't have been able to hide the impressive bulge straining the material to anyone that he might have met. Luke was blessed with being not only good looking but well endowed as well.

Today, he was pleased was not one of those distracted days. Today was all about the ride. He was about 20 miles in and was pleased with his pace so far. He was concentrating on the hill that was about a mile up the road and was taking in some fluids from his drinking bottle. Dehydration was easy to achieve but also easy to avoid. He was aware of a vehicle that was closing in from behind but he was moving at a decent speed so wasn't too bothered about slowing the traffic. The road wasnt quite two lanes wide and had a number of bends but was about to straighten up just before the hill so Luke figured the car could pass him then. He raised out of his saddle and sped up, powering down on his pedals to build up speed. The vehicle behind was now just behind him and could overtake him before the hill. Luke always felt a little vulnerable when a vehicle was just behind, esp when he was out of the saddle as he was aware he must be giving the driver a great view of his butt. His Castelli skinsuit had small padding to stop him getting saddle sore but didn't leave much to the imagination. If he was truthful he would also admit to quite liking giving whoever was behind him a view of his bum in the lycra, and hoped that they might appreciate the view. For some reason the car didn't overtake him, and instead stayed just behind. Not too close to be threatening, but close enough to be stuck behind him now the hill had started. Not particularly concerned Luke powered on and really pressed down into his pedals.

Suddenly the crank arm on the left pedal snapped with a loud crack and Luke was very nearly thrown from his bike. Through more luck than skill he managed to control the bike and click his shoes out of the pedals and bring the bike to a somewhat unelegant stop. His heart was racing as he had just about saved himself from a potentially nasty accident.

"Are you ok mate?" said a voice from behind.

It was the driver of what Luke now saw to be the van that was driving behind him. The van had stopped and had it's hazard lights on.

" Yeah I'm fine thanks, just a bit shaken up" said Luke. The van driver had got out and was walking to Luke.

"You did really well not to come off your bike, you were moving at a good speed"

"More luck than skill but yeah, that was close.." replied Luke, .."I'm glad you weren't trying to overtake me when my bike broke, I could have been hit by you!"

" me too, luckily I was happy enjoying the view" the van driver answered.

Luke nodded as he was looking at his broken pedal and assumed the guy meant the rolling countryside . What Luke didn't notice was the van driver was staring at his lycra clad bodysuit as he had said that.

Luke then realised that in his haste to leave his apartment and enjoy the sun he had forgotten to put his mobile phone in the small pocket on the back of his suit. He was now stuck, with a broken bike and about 10 miles from home.

"Shit, I forgot my phone" Luke said "could I borrow yours to see if I can get a lift home from someone please?"

" Unfortunately the battery is flat on mine so it's just turned itself off" said the van driver

.." where are you heading, I can give you a lift if that's any use? My names Jack by the way, and I use to ride myself, so I know how frustrating it is to be stuck on the roadside"

"Erm ok, thanks. I'm Luke and I'm heading into the next town, I live near the bus station. Is that where your driving to?"

" It is yeah, looks like you've had a lucky escape and now a free ride home" said Jack smiling.

Luke did a quick assessment of the situation. He was indeed stuck here, with no phone and no way home. This Jack guy seemed ok. He was about his own Dad's age, about 50 or so and seemed to appreciate Luke's dilemma, apparently being an ex cyclist. He looked like he use to cycle too, he was tall like Luke and was trim. He obviously kept himself in good shape. Luke knew it wasn't ideal to get a lift from a stranger but this situation wasnt exactly ideal either. Take a lift or have a very very long walk home, and anyway this guy Jack seemed nice enough, not the usual pot bellied van driver that shouts abuse at Luke for being too slow and holding up the traffic.

"Well if it's no hassle, I'd really appreciate the lift" Luke said hopefully.

Jack walked to the side door of the van, slid it open and said

" There's room for your bike back here, but I'll let you put it in as I know how expensive those machines are!" Jack smiled a warm and sympathetic smile.

"Great!" Luke wheeled his broken bike to the side door and looked inside the van. It had a lots of boxes and very large padded envelopes inside stacked up. There was plenty of room for his bike and he lifted it up and into the van, the roof was not tall enough to stand up in so he stooped over as he manouvered his bike and lent it against the boxes. Jack stood at the doorway and watched Luke as he did so, Luke was again a little conscious that he was giving Jack a great view of his butt as he secured the bike in place, as he was having to bend over right in front of him to move some boxes.

.."are you a delivery guy Jack?" asked Luke as he looked at the boxes , one of which was torn and the contents were about to spill out.

" I am today, my usual driver is on holiday, and I've had to collect some new things I'm selling and have a few specialist deliveries for a clothing company to make" answered Jack.

Luke commented that one box was split and he lifted it to show Jack. As he did so he noticed that the contents seemed to be an arm of clothing made from Latex, a material that Luke had often daydreamed of wearing, being like the Lycra he was wearing right now but a little more...full on. Like so many guys his age, he had spent his fair time on the web looking at porn sites, and recently he seemed to be steering towards sites with guys and woman in exactly this material. He accidentally on purpose let more of the material fall out of the damaged box, in order to get a better view.

Jack noticed and seemed a little embarrassed. " Oh shit, sorry about that, yeah I'm delivering for a clothing company that specialises in Latex clothing. I've got a few boxes to deliver and then I'm done for the day. Sorry if that seems a little weird but I guess I cater in clothing for people into a certain look!" Jack laughed trying to move the conversation on.

" Fair enough" said Luke intrigued but noticing Jacks embarrassment. " Each to their own I guess!" With that Jack stacked the box onto the others, and sneaked a little touch of the material without Jack noticing and jumped out of the van " thanks so much for the lift" he repeated " it would have been a very long walk home" he was glad to shift the conversation away from the Latex as he feared getting distracted and letting his thoughts become obvious in his crotch area....

The next few miles of driving flew by for Luke. Jack turned out to be a really nice guy, quite funny in fact and the conversation really flowed. It turned out Jack was 52 years old and had lived near by for about 5 years, apparently he drives these roads quite a lot and said that he actually thinks he's seen Luke riding his bike before. Luke thought it must have looked quite odd really, Jack was a middle aged guy in jeans and a t shirt driving along chatting and laughing with a 22 year old lad dressed in a skintight lycra cycling suit. But the conversation was easy and he relaxed into the journey, grateful that the miles were speeding past and he was heading home.

" Listen, I hope you don't mind but I need to quickly swing by my home to get a couple of extra boxes I need to deliver " Jack said . "I will only need 10 minutes to load up and you can wait in the van while I do so if you want? "

"Erm, sure " said Luke. He probably should have been a little concerned by the sudden change of plans but Jack seemed like a really decent guy, and anyway he was more than twice Lukes age so he wasn't worried at all, Luke may not be overly muscular but he was fit and could look after himself.

" I could do with a grabbing a drink at yours if that's ok" said Luke wiping his forehead, the days getting warmer..

.." no problem mate. You do look really hot in your Lycra.." Jack replied, looking at Luke. It was weird but Luke was sure that as Jack said this he ever so briefly glanced down at his lycra clad crotch but he dismissed this as Jack just looking around as they chatted.

A few miles later and they turned off the road and drove down a very narrow single track road. It was a road that didn't look well used at all and went on for quite a while, eventually turning right and opening out onto a gravel driveway in front of what Luke assumed was Jack's house.

..."wow, nice house and quiet too" Luke commented.

"Thanks mate, yeah I love the fact that its in the middle of nowhere. Nobody ever bothers me here and that's fine with me"

The van came to a stop in front of the house and Jack jumped out, leaning through his open window saying " you can wait here if you like mate, I've gotta grab some things out the van and get some bits from the house, I'll get you that drink"

Luke really liked Jack's chilled attitude to life, having chatted non stop for the last 20 minutes or so and to be honest he had ever so slightly bonded with him in this unexpected meeting and felt very at ease in his company, feeling like they had known eachother for years rather than minutes and so said.." I'll give you a hand if you like?, I could do with getting out the hot van to be honest"

"Great! If you could grab that broken box from the back I'll open the garage door"

Luke jumped out of the van and realised how hot the day had become. He pulled the top of the skinsuit away from his chest as the sweat was making it stick to him a little and he stretched as he got out. He then went to the vans side door, grabbing the box with the Latex outfit inside and, glancing over his shoulder to check he was out of sight, did find himself touching the material whilst gently adjusting his cock through the lycra. He quickly realised that he'd better stop, otherwise his cock would start to grow inside his skinsuit and Jack would wonder what the hell was happening.

He shook his head to clear away any unwanted thoughts and took the box into the house through the opened from door. The house was really cool, nicely decorated but very male oriented. It appeared that Jack didn't have a women to help him decorate, or at least not one that won the arguments! The colours and finishes were very male biased but looked good. Luke liked the place a lot and wandered through to the kitchen and found Jack there. Jack appeared a little startled as Luke walked in and placed the broken box on the counter top. He had his back to Luke and was finishing making his drink, stirring it's contents as Jack walked in.

.." perfect timing mate" said Jack. " Here's your drink, I put ice in it as it's so hot today, hope that's ok?"

" That's great thank you" replied Luke, as he took a long swig on the ice cold drink. It was extremely refreshing and he was grateful for it. He was more dehydrated than he thought and pretty much necked the whole thing in one go.

Watching him with interest was Jack who was just sipping his drink. .."blimey, at this rate I'll be preparing you another one sooner than I expected" he said smiling.

Luke wiped his lips with his suit sleeve and placed the glass down next to the box, looking at the Latex sleeve sticking out.

.." I've noticed you looking at that a few times mate" said Jack.."you're very welcome to take it out and have a proper look. I need to repackage it now anyway"

.." I have to admit I am a little intrigued, would that be ok?" asked Luke

.." of course" Jack said "I didnt quite give the whole picture earlier, I actually own the company that sells these clothes and this is a new line I've just designed and collected from the warehouse. I'd be very interested to hear your thoughts on how it looks to be honest" admitted Jack.

.." oh ok, you never know" said Luke..." If I like it I may order something from the range " Luke was a little surprised he had said that. His Latex kink had been kept a firm secret up until now, but he realised that his heart was racing at the thought of checking it out. He opened the box and pulled out a long garment that turned out to be a full body suit! Very similar in fact to the racing suit he was wearing but a thicker material with a much larger zip going all the way from the neck down to the lower back. The arms were full length and so we're the legs. Luke was immediately drawn to what he was seeing and feeling. The material being shiny and flexible must be super tight on whoever wore it he thought. What was most striking was the smell coming from the clothing. Latex has a very defined smell and I guess it's either love it or hate it. Luke clearly loved it as he unconsciously raised the suit up to his face and took a deep sniff.

..."the smell right?" Said Jack. .." I have to admit I love the smell of Latex too. Always have"

.." it's fantastic! " replied Luke

" I'd be happy to sell you that if you like it that much Luke" said Jack.. "there's actually more things from that new range in another box. That particular outfit is a two box set. The other box is in my storeroom if you want I can get it and you can take a look?"

.."yes please! " blurted Luke, almost shouting with excitement.

As Jack left the room to fetch box No 2 Luke was amazed with himself for sounding so keen. He was very surprised he was making his feelings so obvious but his head was giddy with excitement. By the time Jack had returned with an even larger box Luke was aware, though seemingly unconcerned about the growing bulge in his skinsuit. He was so keen to see what was in the new box he didn't seem to mind the fact that he was now standing in a strangers kitchen, wearing nothing but a lycra skinsuit and sporting what, obvious to anyone looking, was a large boner.

.."there you go mate. Box two. Its much heavier than box one as it's full of accessories." said Jack winking at Luke as he placed the box down in the counter top. " Latex is a great material, if you have the right physique I've always thought" pondered Jack out loud..." much like the lycra you're wearing now Luke, if you have the right look then it's very flattering." Noticing Luke's not unsubstantial bulge in his suit Jack delivered the killer question...." I tell you what mate, this is actually such a new line for my clothing range I don't have any pictures to post to potential customers of how the clothes look being worn by someone.This might be a little cheeky but if you're interested in getting that whole set for free would you mind trying a few things on and letting me take a few simple pictures for my website? Most of my clients, but not all, are middle age guys and seeing these clothes being worn by a young guy with a physique like yours would definitely help my sales.Don't worry about showing your face as that range happens to include a mask that covers your whole head so no one would know who's wearing it"?

" Oh I don't think so" answered Luke .." that is a little weird., I'm flattered you think I could model for you though.." but something in his head was making him feel very uninhibited and he really did like the idea of trying these on. "maybe another time, how about I just buy this range ?"

.."of course mate, I totally get it. We've only just met and here I am asking you to squeeze into a full latex catsuit and pose for some photos " laughed Jack. " I guess it is a little weird. That set sells for £1000.00. I'm happy to accept credit cards."

.."fuck" replied Luke.." I had no idea it was that expensive. I cant afford anything like that.." he looked at the outfit in front of him and realised that he wasn't going to be buying it any time soon. Not for that sort of money. His was really feeling a little light headed now and was still sporting what seemed like an increasingly harder cock that was definitely throbbing harder than it ever had before.

.." I do like the idea of trying them on but it all feels a bit weird, I mean we only met by chance a couple of hours ago. What sort of photos do you need for your website...?" inquired Luke

.."oh only a few of you in the suit" replied Jack "then a few with the accessories on as well I suppose. I've got a small studio here that I've used in the past. All very straightforward, just showing potential customers how the clothes look from in front and behind...but I get it Luke, it's just a shame cos your a good looking lad and would model the range well I'm sure..." Jack said reflectively.

Luke had slightly fazed out of concentration for just a moment, and found himself coming back into focus mentally..." How many photos would you need? If it's just a couple and you can't see my face, then I guess being paid in a Latex suit is interesting....ok, let's do it but can I look at the photos before you post them, just to make sute I'm happy with them..?"

.."sure thing! That's great" exclaimed Jack. " I'll show you all the photos before I post them!."

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rebbur01 · 1 year

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rebbur01 · 2 years

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Absolutely!

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rebbur01 · 3 years

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Like it a lot, were can I order it?

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rebbur01 · 3 years

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Mmmm like more of it👊

The White Room

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Dan was a skater punk. At 21 years old, he spent most of his remaining days of college smoking weed and skating on his skate board. He was flunking out of everything anyway, so why pay attention to that shit. Dan was known as a party animal and a hot one too, with a head of flowing curly hair and an athletic body from hours on his board. He started most sentences with “yo “ and “dude” and was generally so high most days that he wasn’t deemed the smartest guy on campus. But he didn’t care. All he wanted for his future was to fuck girls, smoke and skate, as he had for the past four years. He knew he wasn’t getting some high paying job or any job out of college, and he was fine to ignore that through a haze of smoke. In short, this dumb jock was the perfect candidate for a new drug that Daddy had made up in the dungeon….and upon observing Dan for many days….Daddy chose Dan to be the first captured straight boy to try it.

On a foggy night, Daddy chloroformed Dan, just as the boy was repairing a wheel on his skate board. Sneaking up behind the boy and pressing the chloroformed rag to Dan’s face -

“Shhh go to sleep, boy. I know you’re worried about your purpose in life after college. Daddy has purpose for you. Daddy is gonna put you to good use” “MMMPH!!!”

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The white room was a small cube of a space in the dungeon. The only thing in it from wall to wall was a big bed and a tv screen mounted on a wall. A door opened up to the rest of the dungeon, but was largely invisible once in the room - so for anyone inside, it looked like there was no way out. One of the walls was a two way mirror allowing Daddy to observe anyone trapped inside. The bed was outfitted with leather cuffs near the top and bottom. There were a bunch of drawers (locked by keys) built into one of the walls, which held more bondage equipment/ clothing. An intercom system was built into the ceiling.

Upon capture, the boy had been wearing a football jersey, baggy light blue jeans and white nike air sneakers. Daddy wanted to make the boy more comfortable. So Dan now wore nothing more than his dark blue boxer briefs and his white socks that went up to his ankle. All other clothing gone. For now, his only restraint was an ankle cuff on his right leg, keeping him chained to the bed. But Daddy smiled at the sleeping boy, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before the boy was tied up more completely. Daddy injected the boy with his new drug, tucked Dan into the bed, turned the tv on (which played nothing but porn)— and Daddy then left the room and locked the door behind him. He took a seat in front of the two way mirror and pressed a button on the intercom.

“Wakey wakey Dan”

Daddy’s voice echoed through the white room. Dan slowly opened his eyes. His head was pounding. He was in bed? What was going on? He looked around and almost immediately realized he wasn’t in his dorm. What the fuck?! The last thing he remembered was……being at the skate park and…..holy shit that dude had attacked him! And brought him here?! And where were his clothes?!

“Yoooo what is this?! What the fuck is going on?!”

In his groggy state, Dan stumbled to his feet. The bed took up the whole room, besides a sliver of floor space, so Dan was mostly standing on the bed, pounding at the walls. But there was no entry way that Dan could find! He was trapped in a box and —- holy shit, his ankle was chained to the bed! Dan pounded on the mirror wall, screaming his lungs out, but the thing wouldn’t shatter. Suddenly his head started spinning and Dan had to sit down on the bed again. “I would lay down, if I were you, Dan. Relax. Enjoy the porn. The drug is already beginning” “What are you going to do to me?! You sick fuck!”

“I’m testing out a special new drug, developed for Daddy’s boys. You’re going to start to feel warm and very very relaxed”

Dan did suddenly feel warmth radiating through his body, but it was concentrated on one area - his crotch. Dan looked down and found that he was getting hard. Like rock hard. His cock poking forward in his boxer briefs.

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk ohhh” moaned Dan. He collapsed back down on the bed and started to writhe on it, twisting and squirming his body into the sheets. He flipped over onto his stomach and began humping the bed.

“What the fuck did you do to me?!” screamed Dan, before he began moaning again.

“I just injected you with something that is going to make you euphorically horny for a long long time”

“OH GOD!” cried Dan, humping the bed wildly. Daddy smiled at the dumb jock, now with very little control of his own body. Dan pulled off his own boxer briefs and began jerking off. Anything to get some relief! This was unbearable, the feeling was amazing throughout his body, but there was no stopping it. It just kept going. He needed to cum. That would end it, right? No matter what this sick fuck said, cumming would end this feeling. If it continued, Dan feared that it would drive him insane.

“That’s it, jerk for me, Dan”

“Yo fuck off, you fuckin’ asshole!” Dan managed to give Daddy the middle finger, but was suddenly over taken by another wave of sexual desire and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hands furiously jerked his cock. Dan had a big one too, Daddy had peaked at it while stripping the boy to his undies. A big thick cock that many girls couldn’t take. It would sit against his leg in his boxer briefs, almost too big for those undies. Dan looked up at the porn tv and found that it was playing gay porn. He was immediately disgusted, he being as straight as could be and never turned on by such a thing — but in his drugged state—any image of sex was driving him wild. He couldn’t believe it, here he was getting turned on by some guys blowing each other. What the fuck?!

“I’m gonna cum”

“Good boy”

“I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!” Dan’s cock burst with cum, with such force that the boy fell off the bed onto the tiny sliver of floor in the room- his ankle chain clattering against the floor. His stomach was covered in cum, his body sweaty, his breath rapid. His cock slowly became soft. It was over, Dan thought. Thank goodness. Dan rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to find the strength to stand up.

“Good boy, Dan’

“Dude let me go. Fuckin’ hell, you got what you wanted, right? You wanted to see me fuckin’ cum, right? Well there you are. Now give me back my clothes and get me out of this room, you - AHHHH!”

Dan let out a giant moan, still on his hands and knees, his head lifting up to the sky with his cry. His cock was suddenly getting hard again. His body was shaking with desire. Now naked besides his ankle socks, the boy was beyond vulnerable.

“No no no no NO! YO, MAKE IT STOP!” cried Dan.

“I’m sorry boy. It’s gonna keep you going for a while. I’m glad to see it’s working”

Dan’s mouth was watering, his lips feeling like they wanted to….like they wanted to kiss something…or suck something. Out of sheer need, Dan began kissing his bicep. Daddy smiled and pushed another button from his control room. Out one of the walls came a big dildo on a pole. Dan look at the thing in horror.

“You wanna suck something, boy?”

“No, no fuck you dude. I don’t wanna - “

“I think you do. I think your mouth wants something in it, doesn’t it?”

“No no no - OH SHIT!” Dan couldn’t resist anymore and crawled over to the dildo, his mouth wrapping around it as began to suck the thing. Dan couldn’t believe this was happening, but the minute his mouth began sucking the dildo, he was moaning like a bitch in heat. Suddenly the dildo began moving forward and back, essentially fucking Dan’s mouth. Dan tried to pull away from it in horror, but his body wouldn’t respond. He was stuck on his hands and knees, with a rock hard cock again, and his mouth being fucked by a dildo. He found himself even deep throating it, Dan gagging.

“Oh so beautiful Dan, you’re getting the hang of that. Why don’t we increase the speed of it?”

Dan tried to beg for mercy, but he couldn’t speak with the dildo in his mouth. It began face fucking him faster and harder. And suddenly, Dan was cumming again, without even touching his cock. The cum spraying all over his legs. Dan finally pulled his mouth off the thing and collapsed into a fetal position.

‘Please….please….I can’t do this”

“Yes, you can, boy” The door to the room opened and Daddy stepped in. Dan would’ve tackled the man and tried to run through the door, but he was so exhausted that he could barely lift his head.

“Come here, boy” said Daddy as he grabbed Dan by his thick curly mop of hair. He pulled Dan up onto his knees. “Why don’t you take a nice sniff of this?”

“No no, what the fuck is that- “

“Shh”

Daddy placed a vial of something smoky under Dan’s nose, forcing the boy to smell it. Daddy’s grip still firm on the boy’s hair. One sniff and Dan felt his head spinning. Whatever it was made the boy high. Very high.

“I’m gonna…..fuckin’……kill you. Holy shit” mumbled Dan. Daddy threw the boy onto the bed, Dan barely able to move from being so out of his mind high - both from the drug and the other drug he had just sniffed. Daddy flipped the boy onto his back and tied Dan’s wrists/ankles into the leather cuffs on the bed, stretching his spread eagle. Daddy then opened up one of the draws in the wall and took out a leather muzzle. He fitted it onto Dan, gagging the boy, and securing the straps tight around Dan’s face. Daddy then took out some leather mitts and fitted Dan’s hands into them. A final new addition was a new pair of white socks that went up to Dan’s knees. Daddy fitted them on Dan and then put the boy’s ankles back in the cuffs. Daddy sniffed Dan’s old ankle socks and put them in his pocket for later. Now Dan, high off his ass, lay tied spread eagle, muzzled, in mitts, and dressed in knee high white socks. Dan barely had any idea what was going on anymore. His mind was completely in a blank hazy drugged state.

Then suddenly his cock got hard again, Daddy’s drug hitting into another wave of sexual desire. Dan’s body thrashed on the bed, pulling against the restraint’s holding him down. Moaning through the muzzle. His cock red and angry again. Daddy took out some lube and began massaging Dan’s hole.

“Get hard, Dan. Cause I’m now gonna enjoy my new boy slave. You have such a beautiful athletic body. My cock is gonna love fucking you, you 21 year old straight jock. This is your purpose now, to be my sex slave, to be my always horny boy. Daddy’s drug will keep you horny. And I’ll keep you high and submissive with another drug. You’ll want sex at all times. And I’m gonna give it to you”

Dan couldn’t even respond, he was so tired, drugged and high. His words were grabbled moans. Even as Daddy climbed on top of the boy and penetrated the jock’s virgin hole - Dan just grunted and began fucking himself on it.

“That’s it, boy. Ride Daddy’s cock. Oh your hole feels so good and tight. You’re mine now. Be a good mindless fuck toy. No longer a college drop out, just a moaning set of holes for me to cum in.’

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