Shane Parker is a well known name among the region's political anoraks. Since moving here, I've become the Public-Media Relations Officer for one of the prominent politicians of the city. Okay, so I came up here with little in the way of qualifications but I quickly worked my way up the ladder. I guess the anger I've been feeling since I left home was the driving force.
After that night in the barn, five years ago now, I left a letter at the farm, telling Russell I was leaving. Then I broke the news to my family, only I told them I had found a job in the city. My brother agreed to mind the farm for a while until Russ got back. A week later, I was on a coach and I never looked back once.
I rarely visit home, mainly because time off is scarce but also in case I run into Russ. It's been five years and not a word from him. All this "time is a great healer" stuff is crap. I still feel used, bitter. There hasn't been anyone else this that night. Sometimes the lonliness drives me mad.
Summer came around, bringing with it the news of my middle brother Domenic's wedding. Of course I was happy for him, but the idea of going back home filled me with dread. I didn't think I was ready to face Russ again.
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Driving through the country road towards the family farm in my black Ferrari Spider, I felt like I was visiting the past in a time capsule. Nothing outside it had changed. I drove slowly up the drive, which was already full of cars. Tonight would be a party, tomorrow the ceremony and then the reception.
The house was packed. I shouldered my way through the hall to the den, returning greetings as they came. There was a common expression of happy shock. Most of these people remember the scruffy farmboy. I'd gone for simple but suave tonight - a black shirt and jeans with a silver-black striped tie.
Underneath, as always, I wore a pendant specially made for me by a friend at work, who professed to being a witch. The light-blue crystal that was attatched to the black thong, she said, helped make friends and influence people. As a press officer, how could I turn that down?
I found my parents then went over to the table for some beer. As I reached for a can, a hand touched mine. I should have expected nothing less dramatic from an actor. "Hello, Russ." He hadn't changed much - a little slimmer, a new hairstyle and less of a beard. "We need to talk. Later," he murmured. "At my place."
He disappeared into the crowd. For a moment I felt like punching him. After all this time, that was all he could say to me? That feeling subisided as a new idea come to the fore. I smiled and took a sip of my beer. Yes, we did need to talk.
By midnight, the party was still in full swing so it was easy to slip away. After retreiving some equipment I would need from my briefcase, I strode quickly towards Russell's farm and was coming up to the porch ten minutes later. He was sitting on the steps with a beer in hand, wearing faded denims and a dark-green military vest. Silently, he stood up and led me into the den.
I decided to play it cold for the moment. "So what do you want?" We stood head to head in the middle of the room, tense. I couldn't ignore the heat rising between us. He may have used me like a rubber, but that didn't take away the chemistry.
"You look so different," he said at last. "I've missed you. Why did you leave me?"
I shrugged. "Why did you leave me?"
"I..."He shook his head. "I was confused. I've never done anything like that before, I needed to think."
My temper sparked. "It's a shame you didn't spare a thought for me. No wait, you're the big shot actor and I'm just the dumb farmboy. So tell me, where did all this thinking get you to?"
For a moment, I actually thought we were practicing his lines. He reached up and touched my cheek. "I want to do it again. I want you."
His fingers started brushing my crotch. I smiled, knowing he was playing right into my hands. We moved back onto the couch. I sat back and let him explore my body. His hands were all over my hardening cock, rubbing it through my jeans.
Then they moved up to my chest and undid my tie. With each button he unfastened, Russ looked straight into my eyes. I smiled back. He must have thought I'm the easiest guy on the planet, but therein lay the trap.
Russ opened my shirt and ran his hands over my smooth chest and abs, sculpted perfectly through daily workouts. He started brushing his thumbs over my pink nipples. I let out a genuine sigh. He stopped suddenly.
His eyes were fixed on the blue crystal of my pendant. I smiled. It had taken me a while to realise what Rachael had meant by "influencing people". The crystal had hypnotic properties, used by spiritualists to implant suggestions. Naturally, after finding this out, I taught myself how to use it.
"Are you okay, Russ?" I asked loudly.
He snapped out of whatever trance he was in. "Yeah, sorry." Before I could say anymore, he moved his lips to my left nipple and began sucking it tenderly, sometimes giving the stiffened bud a nip with his teeth. All the time, his eyes never faltered from the crystal.
I felt his sucking become less vigourous, as if he were doing it as an afterthought. Finally, he stopped, but with his mouth still pressed against my nipple. His blue eyes were focused completely on the luminous crystal. I decided to try a simple command to see how prone to suggestion he was.
"Russ, kneel down on the floor between my legs and suck my right nipple." He moved slowly off the couch onto the floor, never taking his eyes off the crystal. I sighed as my nipple was engulfed by his wet, warm mouth. I tried a few more commands, like telling him to suck harder or nibble or lick. He performed what I said without a word. It was time to galvanise my power over him.
"Russell, I want you to kiss your way down from my nipple to my belly button. With each kiss, you will become more and more relaxed. By the time you reach my belly button, you will be totally relaxed and obedient. Start."
He released my nipple and began his descent into my power. Each time his lips touched my soft skin, I shuddered. They were little more than butterfly kisses, but my body was tense with excitement. The sheer sensation of Russell's touch superceded my anger. I couldn't deny my lust, or indeed my love, for him.
Maybe that's why I'm doing this. That night in the barn, I was his slave. I would have done anything for him. But in this helpless state, what power does he have over me? For the first time, I'm the one in control.
I felt his lips linger just above my belly button. Clearing my throat, I began my suggestion. "You are now in a deep trance. When you hear my voice, and only my voice, say 'Demon', you will instantly enter this state. Once in this state, you will follow every order I give you. When you hear me say 'Angel' you will awaken from the trance. You will not remember anything that I have said or done to you while you are hypnotised. Now, repeat my instructions."
His big blue eyes stared into mine as he repeated everything word-for- word, even with the same intonation. I smiled, pulling a dictaphone out of my pocket. I set recording it on the coffee table and said, "Answer my questions truthfully, Russell. Did you want to sleep with me tonight?"
His answer was monotonous."Yes."
I tried to keep the thrill out of my voice, but it was a struggle. "Did you want me to perform oral sex on you, or did you want to do it to me?"
"Both."
"Do you still want to do these things?"
"Yes."
"And what about anal sex, Russell? Did you wish to perform that on me?"
"Yes."
"Did you want me to do it to you?"
"No."
This would've been one hell of a picture - a butch thirty-five year old on his knees in front of a guy ten years his junior, being cross- examined like a criminal. I decided to make a bit of a show for the tape.
"Why not? Don't you want to have my cock inside your ass, fucking you hard like a slut? Why didn't you want that?" "I was afraid it would hurt."
A smirk spread across my lips. "Take off my jeans, Russ, and suck my cock."
He unfastened my belt and tugged my jeans down. I kicked off my shoes and allowed him to slip them off completely. Then he moved back between my thighs and pressed his lips to the front of my black bikini underwear. I let out a contented murmur as he began to suck my cockhead through the fabric.
After a moment of this, it dawned on me that Russ had taken my command too literally. If I didn't say anything, he would keep sucking me through my underwear.
"Russ," I asked cheerfully as he nibbled on my shaft. "Did you ever imagine how you would suck my cock if you got the chance?"
This was a bit risky - he might've bitten it off for all I know. In any case, it would save dictating every motion to him, and I'd get to see exactly how he fantasised about me.
"Yes, I did," he replied, rubbing his cheek against my crotch as he spoke.
I nodded. "Then suck it exactly how you imagined it. Exactly."
Russ went straight to work. He slid my briefs off and took hold of my cockshaft in one hand. It was feverishly hot and damp with precum and saliva around the head, which poked at my belly button now. EVen in his large hand my erection seemed huge.
He pulled the skin taut around my cockhead, now cherry-red and throbbing. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so aroused. His lips touched the weeping tip and started to kiss around it. Exhilaration is the one word I would use to describe the sensations shooting though my limbs.
Then Russ held his tongue out flat and rubbed the underside of my cockhead on it. He didn't seem to care as precum oozed into his mouth. In fact, a moment later, he had the head completely in his mouth, suckling it like a baby.
Our eyes met. I knew he wanted to please me. After all, this was the way he had imagined it. I ran a hand through his tousled brown hair as he slid down my shaft, taking it all into him. His warm mouth was still a cool relief to my burning prick.
Russ began to bob his head up and down, stimulating all seven inches of my cock with his smooth lips. I grasped at the couch with both hands and started thrusting back and forth in his mouth. The pleasure was exquisite, I didn't want to hold back. All my senses whited out as an orgasm ripped its way up my spine and down my legs.
The next sound I heard was Russell gagging on my semen, trying to spit it back up. Regaining some composure I said, "Swallow it all, Russ." He did as he was told then looked up at me. I stroked his hair with my hand as I used my cock to nudge stray splashes of cum into his mouth, just like feeding a baby.
After a moment, I stood up and said, "Let's go up to your bedroom." He nodded and made for the stairs while I picked up my Dictaphone, which was still recording nicely and the other necessities I had brought with me, then followed him.
Russell's bedroom is pretty Spartan, but you wouldn't expect it to be anything else. A low king-sized bed covered in a black quilt, a large wardrobe in the corner and a table with a TV and various accessories on. A faint tinge of Brut hung in the air. I stood in front of Russ and said, "From now on, you will become more and more sexually aroused each time I touch you, but you may not ejaculate until I give you permission. Now, strip to your underwear."
He peeled his vest off then undid his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. After pulling off his socks, he stood there like a soldier, in just a pair of black CK trunks. He could've been a bronze statue in a museum. I ran my hands over his smooth, muscled chest (I should've asked him when he got it waxed) listening to his sighs. His cock was already upright beneath his shorts.
We moved back onto the bed and I lay on my side next to him. I put the dictaphone on the nightstand then asked, "Have you ever kissed another man's mouth apart from mine, Russ?"
"No," he replied, staring up at me.
I kissed him full on the mouth. He responded hungrily, sucking on my tongue as it explored his mouth. As we kissed, I slid my hand onto the solid mound in his shorts and cupped it, feeling its powerful throb and sexual heat. Russ was almost writhing by the time I broke the kiss off.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked him. "Did it feel nice kissing another guy like that? Tell me how it felt."
"It felt so good," he replied, a little breathless. "It made me feel horny."
I prayed to god that the Dictaphone was picking all this up. "How does this make you feel, Russ?"
I moved my head down and bit gently on his left nipple. He cried out, arching his crotch into the air.
"Would you like me to do that to your nipples somemore?"
"Yes," he whimpered.
I got the feeling that he would've come already had I not ordered against it. In any case, I started working on the sitff point of his dark nipple with my mouth, still cupping his crotch. A penny-sized wet patch of precum had formed there, and it steadily grew as I chewed away at his nipple.
Then I lay on top of him, pressed my crotch into his and began moving my mouth from nipple to nipple. All the while, he was a wriggling, sweating, groaning mass of muscle beneath me. I slid downward, over the glory trail where hair had started to grow back a bit, and positioned my face between his thighs. The moist heat was amazing.
I rubbed the outline of his thick stiffie with the flat of my hand, very slowly. The length and frequency of his moans increased with the speed of my hand. Soon he was almost bellowing, I had to stop. As I did, his strong thighs clasped my neck and tried to pull my face to his dick.
"Let go!" I managed to gasp, unable to breathe.
He actually held on for a few seconds longer before letting go. I got off the bed and looked at his quivering body. That had gotten a little dangerous. The solution came to me. I told Russ to roll onto his stomach, then I rooted through his closet and pulled out an assortment of belts.
I returned to the bed and yanked off his shorts, then gave his tanned buttocks a quick squeeze. He murmured approvingly. With a bit of ingenuity, I made four restraints and tied his limbs to the corresponding bedposts.
The scene was so beautiful - my hunky hero/slave tied down to his own bed with his own clothes, his naked, heaving body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, his thick, hairy legs spread making his ass prone to me. No surprise at my raging hardon.
I knelt in the space between his thighs and grazed my fingertips up them to where they met his ass. It was so toned and full, I couldn't resist giving it a light slap with the palm of my hand. I had only intended to slap once, but hearing his low moan made me think - each time I touched him he would grow more aroused, so spanking his sexy rear would be good for all parties concerned. I guess you can be cruel to be kind.
I rained down slap after slap on his buttcheeks, hard ones that left my hand stinging. Each time, he would arch his horny ass upwards to catch it then drop down against the mattress to stimulate his aching cock.
When I could slap no more, I lay flat on the bed with my cheek resting on Russ's ass. Despite the hard spanking, it still held a nice bronzed colour. I began to cover his asscheeks with soothing kisses, starting from the backs of his thighs up to the base of his spine.
He sighed contentedly as I pulled his stiff cock back between his legs and lavished it with my tongue. I took the thick organ in my mouth, remembering every taste and texture perfectly. He filled my mouth, right down to my throat, and I loved it, loved the feel of his body fluid mixing with mine.
I released his dick and ran my tongue up his hairy balls to his ass. As I pulled his buttcheeks apart to expose his asshole, a dark puckered bud set between two globes of smooth amber flesh, I asked, "Do you want me to stick my tongue up your ass, Russ?"
The answer was almost certainly yes, not that saying no would make any difference. I just wanted to hear him answer.
It came in a guttural grunt. "Yeah."
I circled the entrance with the tip of my tongue, watching his anus clench tighter and tighter at this unfamiliar sensation. I couldn't help but think of that song 'Like a Virgin'. Russ was gasping as I worked my tongue around his ring, growing more and more aroused.
He uttered a grunt as my tongue entered him. It felt so hot and tight inside. I felt giddy, tasting my boyhood idol for the first time. I pulled his asscheeks wider with my hands, alternating between tickling his rim and shoving my tongue deep inside. Russell was getting more and more vocal in his pleasure. I decided to move in for the bullseye.
Two things I never leave home without are condoms and a small tube of lubricant (I guess you never forget your boyscout training). These were the other two items I had taken from my car before I arrived here. I picked them up from the floor, slid the rubber over my stiff weapon and lubed it up nicely. I spread a little over Russell's butthole with my finger, then sat on his thighs with my cockhead nudging against his entrance.
"Are you sure you want this, Russ?"
There was no hesitation, "Yeah."
"But you said you were scared it might hurt."
"I'm not."
I was determined to make him beg. Rubbing my cockhead around his asshole, I said, "I think I might be too big for you..."
"Please fuck me," he gasped, trying to push back against my prick. He really wanted it. "Stick it in my ass, Shane, please fuck me."
I did it. I broke him in. My cockhead popped into his ass with a little nudge of my hips. It made its way up him, ripping his hole wide. His insides hugged my cock with a virgin's tightness. Russell's eyes were closed, his mouth open in a silent "oh".
I moved slowly back and forth in him at first, resting on my knees which straddled his thighs. I liked being deep inside him where it was warm, but there was no way of moving faster. I withdrew and unfastened the leg restraints.
"You want me to fuck you like a dog?" I spat, pulling his hips up.
Russell quickly thrust his ass in the air, on his knees with his cheek pressed into the pillow. "Give it to me, Shane."
I guided my prick into his exposed asshole again. I abandonned all consideration this time and began to ram it into him. He wanted it, I wanted it so why hold back? I kept tight hold of his asscheeks, spreading them wide apart as my fuckrod drilled between them. This time, Russ took it noisily, going from deep grunts to high-pitched cries. I could hear his hardon slapping against his thighs and belly as we rocked back and forth. Even the bed was groaning.
Surprisingly, I managed to last well over five minutes. When I felt my second climax drawing closer, I pulled my cock out and whipped off the condom just in time to spray three thick ropes of cum onto Russell's sore asshole.
I freed his arms then lay flat, gasping, "Sixty-nine me."
Russ wasted no time, backing onto me and taking my shrinking length into his mouth. Likewise, I sucked him, also using my index and middle finger to rub and penetrate his butt. The pace was more relaxed now. I decided to let the man have his moment. "You can come now, Russ."
No sooner had I said this, he jammed his aching meat into my mouth and let my tongue bring him to a hot, sticky climax. I swallowed what I could, but some dribbled out of my mouth, down my cheek. He collapsed heavily on top of me and lay still.
We must have stayed like that for ten minutes. Time just seemed to slip by. Finally, I found my voice. "Was there anything we did that you didn't enjoy?"
"No," came a low murmur from between my legs.
I smiled. "Now get up, get into the shower and wash every inch of your body."
Russell got off me slowly and I followed him into the bathroom. While he was showering, I rinsed my mouth out, got dressed and collected all my equipment, including the precious dictaphone together, then returned to the bathroom.
I pulled back the shower curtain and beheld Russ's nude, glistening body one last time. "When I awaken you, you will remember nothing of what has happened between us tonight. You will not even remember me being at your house tonight. You will shower for two more minutes and then go straight to bed. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he replied.
I drew the curtain closed then walked back to the doorway. "Angel."
Without waiting, I made my way silently downstairs and slipped out of the back door.
* * * * *
The next morning, I was the only one in the entire church who knew why Russ bustled in late, or why, throughout the entire ceremony, he had difficulty sitting still.
I felt ecstatic. More importantly, I had realised the possibilities at my feet. I could fulfill almost any fantasy I had ever had about Russell with just one word. You can bet the house that I will.
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