Supergay Pt. 03

Gabby's Bar was pretty noisy, yet after we got our pints, Caleb leaned over the table so that he could whisper, as if he feared someone might overhear. One of his black curls slipped over his left eye, and his cheeks flushed a gorgeous blush.

"You're making me gay. I can't come over to your place anymore."

Wow! Why do I keep finding men who blame me that they want to fuck?

Now I understood why he wanted to meet at the pub and not at my apartment. Both times he'd been there had resulted in some very gay sex, and he was a guy who was super religious, meaning homophobic, leading I'm guessing to self-loathing. It was a familiar pattern.

I chose not to argue. I didn't point out that we met through a gay dating app. He signed up for that before he met me, so he can't claim to have had no gay thoughts before our first hook up.

Yet, I knew there was no point in arguing with someone who is so deep in the closet. Instead, I just apologized for nothing and changed the conversation to talk about our college basketball team's chances in the state wide games. Since he was on the team that worked. We chatted awkwardly for half an hour, giving me time to finish my beer politely and get the hell out of there.

"So I'll see you around?" he asked before we parted ways on the sidewalk where it passed under the stone arch that bordered campus. He would turn into the quad to go to his dorm, while I'd walk half a mile off campus to my apartment.

"Sure," I said. "See you around."

Truth is I'm tired of guys who can't admit they love me, so fuck him. When I got home, I started trolling the gay dating app again, hoping to find some cute guy closer to thirty like me who embraced being gay. I was totally caught off guard an hour later when Caleb messaged me through the app. He must've viewed my profile and saw that I was on line.

You looking for someone else?

Wow. He even used punctuation to be clear. How to respond to that comment?

Yup figured I should find someone who's gay and all

oh right I understand

I figured that was that, but over the next couple of weeks he still messaged me, usually through the app, I guess because he felt safer there since it was thumb print protected and discreet. He surprised me by sending a pic in just his basketball shorts after practice, his pale chest glowing red from exertion, his curling locks plastered with sweat to his forehead. He had to know I'd masturbate to that picture. Did that turn him on?

I upped the ante, setting my phone up and using a timer so I could get a full shot of me lounging naked on my couch reading a book, one leg up to carefully hide my junk. I received a heart in reply for that shot. I'd half expected him to block me since this could be defined in his mind as me trying to turn him gay, but it was a gay dating app for fuck's sake. He was still on the app!

It was Monday evening when his next message pinged, and it stunned me. He must've been holding the phone under his chin, naked, because it was a dick pic, his flat stomach in the frame, his finger and thumb around the base of his nice cock to point it straight out, the head a bit skinnier than the rest, but still a good seven inches. I wanted that in my ass again. The picture was captioned: Sorry I've been such a dick

I sure as hell put a heart on that. I even found a boner emoji. An hour later he stunned me with the opposite: Just that I don't want to be gay

Oh fuck's sake, I was fed up with his baggage. I didn't respond.

But a thought did take hold, a fantasy. How long could he go without hooking up with me before he popped? I'm guessing after he sent the dick pick, he blew his load, thus the don't want to be gay comment an hour later when the pressure was off. But it would build again, and I wanted to be ready.

Friday, I visited a big box lumber/hardware store. The couple who lived in the top floor apartment of this house had left for the weekend, so I didn't need to worry about them being disturbed by the noise of power tools in the basement. I was lucky our landlord stored them here, and he had once said I was free to use them if I needed to help a friend build a deck or something. I'm sure he never imagined what I wanted to build.

Saturday morning Caleb popped. He sent me a smoking hot shot of him in just his basketball shorts, the picture taken in the mirror of his bathroom in his dorm, the phone blocking his face. There was no way he was wearing a jock underneath or even underwear, because the shorts tented prominently, a wet spot of precum at the top of the pole. There was no comment or caption with the shot.

It took me half an hour to decide how to respond. Let him stew for a bit, maybe even wondering if I'd hooked up through the app last night and was now snuggling with my lover in bed. If he's not gay he couldn't be jealous, right? Finally, I put a heart and a boner on the picture. Then I set the lure.

I deserve to be punished for trying to make you gay

My heart pounded while I waited for his response, and I got painfully hard. I shucked my jeans and stood naked, enjoying texting nude.

??????

That was a pretty neutral way of asking what I meant. Given that he'd once asked me to "flog" him to punish him for having gay thoughts, I figured he must have some clue as to what I was suggesting. I sent an order rather than an ask.

My place 7 pm The front door will be unlocked Come in Lock it behind you You'll find me in the basement

I followed up by turning to my front hall mirror, holding my phone in front of my face like he did and taking a profile head to toe shot of my lithe, naked body, my erection with its fat head very prominent. I sent the pic and held my breath.

OK

Fuck! What did that mean? Was he going to show? Did he know what I was suggesting?

The day passed quickly as I refined my toy: sanding, duct taping pillows onto the bench, nervously assuming the position to test for fit and comfort. Except when doing word work, I spent the day naked, the heat turned high, a boner often popping up. Outside a light snow fell, a reminder that winter was in full swing.

After dinner, I showered before heading to the basement to light candles. I wanted no other illumination. This was my medieval setting. I surveyed my handiwork, caressing the wood to check for splinters. A traditional pillory like the puritans used forced the prisoner to stand with his head and wrists in the holes so that crowds could throw crap at them, but I needed my device to give Caleb the best access to my body for sex. That meant setting it up so that I was bent over on my knees.

When it was almost time, I knelt on the foam camping mat and leaned forward into my pillory. I rested my chest on the bench with the pillows duct taped to it, making sure I was comfortable. It fit from my belly button to my nipples, so my weight was evenly distributed. My erection had lots of room to point forward. I didn't want that crushed or obstructed. I lowered my head and wrist into the half holes that I'd cut in the lower board, checking for fit. Yup. I had designed it well. My neck and wrists were comfortable, exactly where I wanted them with no strain.

Now the hard part. I reached up to the board with the complementary half holes with my left hand. It was on a hinge, so I gently swung it down, and the last second before it dropped into place, I slipped my left wrist into the slot. I was an awkward maneuver, forcing me to try and guide the upper board down with the back of my wrist. It fell a little faster as I lost control, but when it smacked down, I was properly in place: my head and wrists trapped in the wooden holes. The holes didn't fit tightly, but I definitely couldn't pull my hands out and of course my head couldn't pull out through the hole for my neck.

This was perfect. All Caleb had to do to make me completely helpless was to put down the hasp on my left and put a padlock on it so that the upper and lower boards of the pillory became like one board with the three holes for my wrists and neck. I knew a second of thrill before I noticed a horrible mistake.

When the top board bumped into the bottom board the hasp must've fallen, swinging forward on its hinge to fall over the loop. Even though there was no padlock on the loop, I was stuck. I tried bumping up with my wrists and neck, hoping I could jiggle the hasp off its loop, but it was firmly in place. I made a note to rotate the hasp 180 degrees so that it had to be lifted up to be put in place and the padlock would be needed to keep it from falling open. Easy design fix if I ever got free.

Fuck! What if Caleb didn't show? He'd only messaged "OK." Now I wondered what that meant. Again, I slammed my wrists and neck into the upper board, still hoping I could jiggle the hasp free of the loop but it held stubbornly in place. Why did my craftmanship have to be so good that the loop lined up so perfectly with the hasp?

My erection melted. In fact, my penis by the feel shrank in fear. If Caleb didn't show, I'd be stuck like this all night, waiting for the couple who lived in the upstairs apartment of this house to get home from their cabin up north. Then I'd have to scream for help. They'd have to get the landlord or the police to get into my apartment on the ground floor so that they could get down to the basement. How to explain that I was naked and trapped because I was playing a game and it went wrong? My cheeks already burned with the humiliation.

The sound of the front door opening was sweet music.

"Jamie?" Caleb called out from upstairs.

"I'm down here!" I shouted with relief. The worst-case scenario now was that he'd be appalled by my nudity, by my submission, and would want to leave. I'd just have to beg him to lift the hasp before he bailed.

The steps creaked as he descended. I'd arranged the pillory so that the first thing he'd see as he turned into the unfinished basement was my bare ass. His breath drew in sharply.

"Jamie, what the hell?"

"It's my new toy, but I built it too well. I'm stuck." I slammed my wrists up on the holes to demonstrate. "I should've put the hasp the other way. I was testing it out when it fell and locked me in even without that padlock, the one over there on the tool bench."

He walked around to the front and I was able to tilt my head up enough to see that his cheeks flamed red.

"Do you want me to get you out?" He reached for the hasp but didn't lift it, waiting for my reply.

My erection swelled. "Not right away." I swallowed noisily. "I mean, you're supposed to punish me first, like I punished you." It was uncomfortable to keep my head tilted back enough to see his expression, so I relaxed and stared at the painted cement floor. I could still see the hasp out of the corner of my eye, his fingers still reaching for it but frozen with indecision.

"Punish you for wanting to make me gay?" he whispered. "Wow. Uhm, yeah, you mean like a spanking, like a flogging?"

My erection was super hard now. I'd wondered about this moment since the fantasy first came to me yesterday. I played so many versions in my head. I'd figured it would go one of two ways: he'd immediately leave, or he'd stay and we'd get into some very gay action. If he touched the hasp, I'd be free but the game would be over, and I'd be left to sadly masturbate alone.

His fingers caressed the loop, and for a moment they touched the hasp. All he'd have to do now to set me free was flip it up. His hand fell away and he heaved a heavy sigh. "I guess you do deserve a spanking for tempting me like this."

He walked over to the work bench, and I enjoyed the sight of his tight hips and firm bum even in his loose jeans. Would I get to see him naked tonight? He picked up the little padlock and took out the key. He turned to face me and put the key into his front jeans pocket before he walked back to me. Given how stuck I was with just the hasp and loop, he really didn't need to slip the padlock over the loop, but I got the symbolism. He was taking complete control.

He locked me in the pillory. I was totally at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted. I loved the feeling, scared, excited, and I could see by the bulge in his jeans that he did too. He walked to the side, and I couldn't turn my head enough in the pillory to see what he was doing. I shuddered when I felt his fingertips between my shoulder blades, caressing their way down my spine towards my very vulnerable ass. Would he put a finger in to start? I'd love it but that's not what I expected.

SMACK! The slap on my naked bum hurt!

"Oh fuck, wow!"

Want to find out a lot about a person in a short time, know their darkest desires, practically look into their soul? Let them tie you down. I'd had fun with a few guys this way, but there had been one bad experience. That creep had seemed like a nice twink, but he really got off on inflicting pain. Lots of pain. It turned him on more than fucking and orgasming. I had to scream the safe word a bunch of times in a row, and he was reluctant to untie me, tried to talk me into taking more pain. I got out of his apartment and never again got with that psycho.

Smack! "Oh my god." Okay, fear took hold, but also excitement. It hadn't occured to me that being in the pillory would prevent me from seeing what he was about to do. I couldn't tell if his hand was raised, ready to strike or at his side. His fingertips from his left hand traced down my spine again, causing shivers and again making me hope he'd finger my ass, the first step to fucking.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ow! Fuck!" My breath came in gasps, but he stopped, his right hand caressing my sore bum, pressing in the pain. That felt awesome, the relief of healing, absorbing, surviving the pain.

His fingertips diverted from my spine and toured around my hip before reaching under. Just the anticipation made me shudder, my erection aching to be touch, and touch he did, grabbing it, jerking it while his right hand continued the bum massage.

The slaps came suddenly with a flurry of spanks, intense, angry, merciless. At least ten, alternating unpredictably between buttocks, making me cry out in surprise and pain over and over. Just when I thought I would have to use the safe word, he stopped, his timing perfect. Again, he massaged in the pain, this time kneeling behind me using both hands, one on each buttock.

"Oh my fucking god," I groaned. "Oh wow!"

"So red," he whispered. "So beautiful and so red, just from twenty."

Ah, so he kept count. By red, I assume he meant that my lily-white ass was shining red from the spanking. His left hand reached under and grab my dick while he thrust against my sore bum, his jeans rough and the bugle obvious. It was dry humping simulating fucking. It forced out a grown of pleasure and pain.

"Oh I'm so hard," I said.

"Yes you are."

He got up walked to the tool bench. I could turn my head just enough to admire his body, so intense, so slim and fit, a panther ready to spring. He picked up the cat-o-nine tails and turned to meet my eye, one of his eyebrows raised in query.

"You ready for this?" He slapped it into his palm.

Since I'd used it on him before and even did a bit of self-flagellating to test it out, we both knew that it wasn't as savage as it looked. The cat wasn't made out of harsh rope like a 19th century navy would've used to discipline men on board a ship. Instead, the nine tails were a soft cloth, but it could still sting.

Oh, Oh! I knew fear, because the cat on my already sensitised bum might really hurt. Maybe I'd awakened a sadist inside Caleb's soul. I didn't want to give up yet. There was more I could learn about him if I could just hang on. I bit my lip and nodded, a challenge. He walked back out of my site and I held my breath. It whistled through the air and all nine tails hit my sore bum.

My head jerked up. My body thrust my shoulders into the pillory as my bum sought escape.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. My heart sank. I was going to have to use the safe word. I just hoped he'd listen.

I braced myself as it whistled through the air again, but this blow fell on my back. It hurt a bit, but not nearly as much as my tender bum. He flogged me for a few minutes up and down my back, rarely hitting the same place twice. Each blow made me wince, but I was always on the edge, the pain not too bad. Just when I was about to give up, he stopped. His left hand massaged the pain into my back, his right hand grabbed my very hard erection and stroke.

Pleasure and pain mixed so well I couldn't tell were one ended and the other began.

"Oh, wow!" I gasped and groaned. "Oh wow. Fuck. Oh my god."

To my amazement, I neared climax. I wasn't hair trigger like Caleb, so I was very confused. What was happening? I groaned, so close, I actually wished he'd give me one more spank while holding my cock. I'd shoot for sure and it would be big.

But he stopped all contact. I tensed, thinking he was about to strike again, but instead he walked around front. He sat in a lawn chair that I had set up about ten feet away, studying me.

"Did you like your punishment?"

I had to raise my head to keep eye contact, the pillory holding me tight.

"Did you?"

He laid the cat across his knees. "Yeah. I guess I did. I don't want to really hurt you, see, just sensitize cause I think you like it, the mix of pleasure and pain." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knees, his chin resting on his clenched fist as he studied me for clues.

"You managed it perfectly," I said.

He sat back and lifted his hips so that he could fish the key out of his pocket. "I guess I should let you go now though."

"Wait, Caleb, remember our first time together, when you told me to pretend I had a magic memory eraser? You wanted me to do whatever I wanted to you as if I knew there would be no consequences, as if you wouldn't remember the next day."

He nodded and swallowed noisily. He knew what was coming.

"I want you to pretend we have a magic memory eraser. An hour from now, neither of us will be able to remember what you did to me. What you're about to do to me." I licked my very dry lips. I prayed he'd give in to his needs.

He froze as still as a statue for ten seconds. "Jamie," he finally said, his voice barely audible. "I have dark desires. Sinful desires. If I take you the way I want to, I don't know that you'll like what I'd do."

"Do me! Fucking do me, you fucking super gay coward!" It scared me to goad him, and I prayed he wasn't a psycho and would listen to the safe words if I needed them, but he had been about to leave, and I needed him to face the truth--that he wanted to fuck me, that he was super gay.

He sat blinking in shock for ten seconds. Suddenly his expression darkened to anger, and I knew I was about to get what I asked for. I just prayed I could take it. He stood and yanked his shirt over his head, revealing that flat, hairless chest and practically six pack stomach. He shoved his pants and boxers down together, his proud erection finally freed. He took only a second to dance off his socks. He strode straight towards me, his cock and balls and bush getting bigger and bigger in my field of vision until the head poked my cheek.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked up my head. "Suck my cock, you little faggot."

That turned me on! He'd unleashed his dominant side for the first time. I opened my mouth and he shoved deep. Why is it that a cock in your mouth feels so much bigger than you expect? I choked and gagged, but he didn't care, still holding firmly to my hair, shoving in and out as if fucking a pussy. Breathing for me became a rhythm. Cock head almost out of my mouth, inhale through my nose quickly! Cock going deep a second later, hold my breath and try not to gag.

Both hands grabbed my hair now, pulling painfully. His shoving became intense. I squeeze my lips tight on his shaft. The scent of his sweat, his pre-seminal fluid, it all blended to arouse. I got what I wanted. I was being used for his pleasure. I loved it!

"You're going to swallow, you faggot. You're going to get all my cum. You gay, fucking queer boy. Tempt me? Swallow me. Damn! Now, sinner!"

His erection pulsed, his cock spurting deep, shot after shot. I choked. My mouth overflowed and a lot ran down my chin.

"Swallow. Oh fuck... swallow it. Take it!"

I tried, swallowing his salty cum as fast as I could, gulping, my eyes watering from being choked. I coughed and swallowed more. He pulled back until just the head was on my tongue and I sucked and swallowed more as his cock gave a final spurt.

"Oh wow." He turned away, and I loved the flexing of his firm bum in the dim light as he walked back to the lawn chair. He slumped into it, reclining like a renaissance statue, except he was alive and heaving for breath, the sweat on his bare chest shining in the candle light, his curls plastered to his forehead, his cock still sticking straight up, hard and proud, glistening with his sperm and my saliva. If he hadn't just shot down my throat, I'd assume he was that hard because he hadn't cum in weeks.

He wiped the sweat from his face with one hand, letting it fall to his chest as his breathing settled. He met my gaze.

"I fought it for so long, you know," he finally said. "Being gay, I mean. Super gay like you call me."

"How far back?"

"Freshman year of college. I got on the varsity basketball team, and showering with all those hot men in the locker room, well, it was a real problem. I kept getting hard-ons! I showered facing the wall so that I wouldn't get busted as gay. It took really cold water to get my cock to go down, and even then, I always had to be the last out so I could hold my towel in front to hide it."

"You're in your last year," I said. "You mean you've lived with this for four years and you never hooked up with a guy? I'm your first, aren't I?" It was odd having this chat, me naked and hard in the pillory, him naked and hard in the lawn chair, a very weird version of the psychiatrist's couch. I really needed more sexual attention, and I hoped I might be able to goad him into doing more to my body. I needed to be fucked.

"Like for three years I tried to be a normal college student. I dated chicks for show, that sort of thing, but this year I have a hot roommate, and I needed to do something so I can resist hitting on him. He's not gay, and I don't want to piss him off. He's a good roommate. That's why I downloaded that gay dating app and found you. And the guys on my basketball team, dude, they seem hotter every year! I masturbate at least twice in the morning every day we have a practice or a game or it'd be hopeless. I just get so turned on by them. We haven't had a practice this week though because of exams." He let that sink in.

That explained a lot. He was horny as fuck when I messaged with him last night. "So you haven't cum all week? That's why there was so much. I nearly drown in your cum."

"Sorry. I resisted you. I told myself I shouldn't come over or I'd do sinful things. I mean I wanted to see you but I fought it. Then this contraption, your beautiful ass the first thing I see in this basement. Maximum gay temptation. Damn, I can't take it anymore!" He stood suddenly, his hard on bouncing up and down with the motion.

He strode over to the work bench and snatched up a condom from the box I'd placed there for this event, tearing open the wrapping and unrolling it over his hard on. He snapped open the bottle of lube and rubbed it over his erection, shuddering at his own touch. He turned to face me, pointing his dick at me, aiming it as if it were a gun. "You asked for it. I'm gonna fuck you so hard!"

When he went dominant it was like he was a whole different person. I now understood why religious people believed you could be possessed. It was like a dark soul had taken over his body.

He moved behind me, and no matter how much a twisted my head I couldn't see passed the wood of the pillory after he knelt on the camping mat, pushing my knees far apart so that he could get between my legs and close to my butt. My anus clenched when I felt the head of his dick searching, rubbing up and down, pressing inexpertly as he sought to push it into my body.

"You little bitch. You deserve this for tempting me. I'm gonna totally fuck your ass."

Wait! That sounded like there would be no fingers first, no gentle opening, no slow initial penetration. I braced myself and tried to relax my anus. I had asked for this, and now I was going to get it. He found the target and shoved hard.

"Oh fuck!" It really hurt going so deep so fast. Thank God he had a narrow head and not a fat one like mine. Still, it felt like I was being raped with a baseball bat. My whole body instinctively struggled to shove his cock out, but he only pushed deeper, stretching my insides mercilessly.

"Take it you fucking temptress, you fucking little naked bitch!" He got balls deep and held there for a second while I panted, gasping in pain, struggling to accommodate his size. "Fuck you're tight." He pulled back and again shoved deep.

"Oh my fucking god," I shouted. It hurt a bit less but filled me so full.

"You wanted it slut. You didn't go to all the work to build this thing and not get rough fucked while you're stuck in it."

He slammed into me again and again, forcing cries and shouts from me, my shoulders banging the wood of the pillory, my cock jerking up and down with the spasms of body, slapping my stomach. My sore bum also hurt each time his hips slapped in, as if he was continuing my spanking. My wrists and head yanked at the pillory, alternately straining to get free or brace against the thrusts. I love the feel or restraint, of helplessness, of being like a medieval prisoner being fucked by a cruel lord who'd taken me captive for his pleasure.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" I shouted. "You're so fucking big!"

"You wanted my cock, bitch. And this is my second orgasm, so you're going to get a good ride before I cum. You deserve it, you fucking cock tease!"

Wow. He hardly ever swore, I assume because of his upbringing. I had unleashed a repressed monster. I bit my lip. I cried out. I struggled not to use the safe word and make him stop.

The pain lessened just enough, and the prodding on my prostate had an effect I'd never before experienced. I was heading for a climax, a hands-free climax! The painful fucking started to feel good, sexy, arousing.

I lay there helpless, being used by an angry guy for his pleasure, the ultimate violation. I loved it. I wished I'd set up a mirror so I could watch his lean body thrusting so frantically into me. But the upside was all I could do was feel. I closed my eyes. His head shoving deep, not hurting much now that I was open, then pulling back leaving me feeling empty and wanting it back, which would happen almost immediately. He wasn't being slow or sensuous, he was fucking hard and fast, an urgency in his thrust as if he were trying to fuck a demon out of me.

My swinging balls, my cock slapping into my stomach, the repeated punishing of my prostate all built.

"I can't believe it," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, cum for me you little slut. I want to feel you clench on my cock. That's for me. That's for my pleasure, not yours, faggot."

Wow. He was out of control and I loved it. I shoved back at him with my butt now whenever he pulled almost out, wanting to keep him inside me, so when he slammed in my butt would flex down, causing my cock to slap up into my stomach again. The rhythm of our bodies was perfect now. We were one in our desire from stimulation, for release.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck, I'm coming. Caleb! I'm fucking coming."

It was the most excruciating orgasm of my life. A bit of cum leaked out of me, weak pulses that didn't really satisfy yet not stopping, building until one spurt did unleash.

Caleb reached his peak and slammed into me with three hard thrusts as his cock pulsed deep inside me. "So. Fucking. Hot!" He shouted as punctuation to each slam.

The pain of my butt from his hips spanking me mixed with the pleasure of my orgasm. I screamed with each of those final three thrusts. He held tight, deep in me, while he reached below and grabbed my cock to jerk it.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed. Suddenly I shot and shot and shot, my ass clenching on his hard cock, streams of cum spurting from my body. "Oh my fucking god! I'm coming again!" Only this time it was the real orgasm, making me gasp, writhe, my hands pulling against the wood of the pillory, my head jerking up as my unfocused eyes sought the ceiling. The back of my head slamming into the wood.

"Slut." He started fucking again even though he'd cum, milking the last of his orgasm on my clenching rectum. Finally, he slowed and let me body push his hard on out. His lips kissed my back between my shoulder blades, his heaving breath warm against my skin. He let go of my aching cock.

"Wow!" I said between gasps. "Just wow. That was amazing. I came twice in a row, I mean or maybe it was just one long, long orgasm. Fuck that was amazing."

"Sorry." He kissed my spine as close to my neck as the pillory would allow. "Sorry. That was really violent. I don't know what got into me."

"A lot of pent-up frustration, I'd guess."

He hurried to the work bench and peeled off the very full condom. He wiped himself with tissues and threw it all in the trash can. I drank in his naked beauty as he crossed over to the lawn chair and picked up his jeans.

Wait a minute! Was he going to leave me here? Was he a sick fuck? I needn't have worried. He fished the padlock key out of his pocket and dropped the jeans, walking to back to me. I licked out as he reached for the padlock. An invitation.

"What?" His body tensed, his cock still three quarters hard and only a couple of feet from my mouth.

"Just for a second," I whispered.

He placed it against my lips, and I sucked it, loving his gentle thrust all the way in, even with taste of cum and spermicide from the condom mixing together. He groaned before he pulled out, a last aching sensation for him, the denouement of his orgasm. He unlocked the padlock and lifted the hasp and then the upper board of the pillory. How long had I been restrained in that? It seemed like ages, but really less than an hour. Still, he had to gently help me stand, my legs stiff, my neck and wrists sore. I knew the fit was good, so I must've been struggling in it more than I remembered, the other sensations drowning out the feel of my neck and wrists chaffing on the wood.

We stood face to face, my hands at my sides as he massaged my shoulders for a moment before he pulled me toward him. I leaned in and our lips met, his arms going around my back and mine around his, our half hard cocks crushing between us, our flat, sweating chest pressed together. Finally, after another deep kiss, he pulled back, blushing furiously.

Ok. Here we go. He was about to grab his jeans and hurry out my front door as if he could outrun his guilt. Fuck. Just like the other two times we'd hooked up.

"Uhm, my roommate is out of town this weekend," he said as he picked up his jeans. "So no one will know if I don't go back to the dorm tonight, and since it's snowing, I thought maybe I could stay overnight with you? If that's not too much trouble. You know, sleep with you?"

I stepped close and gently, but inexorably, pulled his jeans from his hands. I held them up and away. "I'd love you to stay, but you won't need these. We're going to be naked all night." I dropped the jeans to the floor.

We kissed, our tongues searching deep.