Twinkle Twink little stars part 2 by DLC's alyssa
Wilma smiled looking at Bill the spouse that used to lord over her.
“Put it on speaker honey, what did we say about you not having any more secrets?”
“Hi Bill Jim here, its been awhile just wondering if you want to meet up with Tom and I later for some beers or something and watch the game.”
He looked at Wilma to see she was smirking while shaking her head ‘no’ holding the list of chores.
“Maybe some other time Jim, I have some things to do around here that need to be done.”
“Ohh I get it the ‘honey-do’ list.”
Bill knew it was more then just that the fact that he now looked at her for all the decision making said so much about who the power was in the relationship. As one would do when training a puppy he was being conditioned to obey. Tease, tame, train the woman would continue on moving him through the dynamic until he was broken by then he would be molded into a delightfully obedient, docile feminine being that accepted having a womanly body worthy of being objectified.
Wilma had devised a plan that put sex or spankings as a reward or punishment for housework done or not done properly on his part. The new arrangement between them kept him off balance never knowing what her choice was until she told him. That afternoon he would learn it was to be a spanking.
“Alrighty guy…. don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Write it off to the docile affect coming from the estrogen Bill said good-bye quietly.
“Bye bye Jim.”
Jim hung up thinking he could never remember him saying ‘good-bye’ so gently before, it struck him it almost sounded too feminine for one once so assertive. Truth was it could be said Bill was saying ‘goodbye’ to his masculinity.
Jim looked at Tom stretched out naked on the bed. Up until the card game they had been playing patty-cake dropping hints for a few months on the odd chance they each might just be gay. That night seemed to set them free.
Between the two Tom’s cock was the more impressive shifting to slide his back up against the headboard he ran his hand up and down bringing the lengthy piece to hardness.
“Master Thomas shall I kneel?”
“Come here first I want to jiggle your chastity cage and remind you it’s only me that lets you out of it bottom boi.”
Coming home from the card game the sex for Jim had been incredible as it so often is the first time, the thrill of the unknown, the taboo that gay sex can be, the allure of being in bed with one who is muscled up. The fact that the straight male had a girlfriend and had always been the one on top with her whenever sex was involved added a twist.
They both called in work and took off Friday to stay at Tom’s house he had lived in since childhood. The home had been awarded to him on his parents passing and was big enough he could create a play space out of the basement and had plenty of property to allow for privacy.
The animal kingdom is ripe with confrontation between two alphas one lion will match his will against another impinging on his perceived territory. Once the victor is clear the other slinks away submissively to lick his wounds. In this case the loser would lick more then just his own injured male ego.
Like a pair of seasoned ‘Bucs’ banging 14 point antlers the two had seen the battle pitch back and forth starting Saturday morning.
In the end it had come down to a mere 3 inches…… that was the difference between Jim’s modest size penis and Tom’s that stood hard at a healthy 9”.
By Sunday night that weekend Tom had won the battle of who was the more assertive. As for the sex it was only getting better once Tom established he was the dominant. Much like any warrior who conquers he intended to inflict his will over Jim until he was subservient in all things beyond just the bedroom.
When Tom came inside Jim for the first time whatever latent homosexual tendencies that had lay hidden were exposed. Jim awoke on Monday and knew sooner or later he would have to decide whether he would come out as gay moving forward.
As for Tom the ‘brick and mortar’ clothing store he owned along with his companion on-line business had done well enough he had little financial worries. Having a thing for leather in the days ahead he would acquire new tastes and order plenty of selections for the two of them.
Jim put the I-phone down and slid onto the bed to kiss his new lover. Tom got a kick out of the way he walked with the wide anal plug buried deep inside him. Hard masculine muscles on muscles the two rolled around rough housing with the other moving deep into an embrace until Tom was on top. He bent kissed Jim then did what he said he would he jiggled the cage locked on the penis of Jim.
“What’s that feel like…..to know it’s only going to be free when I let it…..you really have a submissive side you’ve been keeping a secret all these years.”
They had played little league together and had started on the football team of their highschool. Along with Emily’s Bill who was quarterback Jim and Tom were a formidable backfield duo as fullback and halfback.
Jim’s cock looked inconsequential locked away. As Tom stared he knew he wanted to reduce the muscled up look of his boy-toy Jim in the days ahead. The dominant discovered there were numerous categories of gay male’s. Slithering forward he lifted his hard penis placing it at the mouth of Jim. He waited to see if Jim would do what he had been told to do.
“May I suck your cock?”
Tom’s hand swooshed down and put a bitch-boy slap to his face.
“I told you its always to be Sir Tom when asking for permission to suck me off….now Lick and suck subby.”
With Jim licking his joy stick Tom thought about the different descriptions of males, he went through the list in his head….Otters, lean yet a touch of scruffiness, twunks muscled curves from days spent in the gym, Bears with excessive body hair often complimented with six pack abs, Soft Daddy, mature yet the type that could be topped from the bottom if not careful…”
Tom then remembered the other category and decided that what he wanted to make of Jim He assessed what he would need to do to make him a skinny weak looking twink of a male Pleased at his choice he rolled his hands up and down Jim’s back enjoying the feeling of male on male sex.
Tom took the good size bottle of lube and squirted some in his hands. He had Jim move to be on all fours pointing look out the bay-window in the masculine appointed bedroom. Seeing the expanse of his back yard gave Tom an idea as he slid the anal plug out.
Jim lurched forward on feeling the thick sausage sized finger slide in. He next felt two move deep and twirl around as though Tom was looking for the p-spot of his prostate made sensitive. The moan he let out let Tom know he’d located it. His large meaty hand slapped down on the lower back holding still as he glided his cock halfway in.
It was then that he decided to treat Jim as though he was a woman being readied to get fuck knowing it would challenge his masculinity.
“Hold still honey, just let your little pussy get used to my size.”
Jim gave a look back over his shoulder after feeling emasculated by the words. The head of his cock just inside past the rosebud entrance Tom’s hand grabbed the bottle of lube and his other came up so he could spurt out more of the slickness before pushing into Jim all the way. Jim arched his back on feeling it go in deep.
“Oh baby that’s as tight as any vagina I’ve ever been in.”
His longish hair usually kept styled neatly was loose and flowing as Jim looked back once more hearing Tom speaking. Tom did what he had just done he pushed his cock in looking to develop a steady pace. Jim stretched his arms out long and took to grabbing the sheets to use for steadiness. 7 minutes of serious fucking had Tom feeling it getting close. He pulled out and shouted out the order.
“Turn around muffin.”
It made Jim feel less the masculine and disappointed he wasn’t going to come inside him. Using his hand Tom pitchforked his fingers into the hair and jerked his cock so he would spurt out onto Jim’s face. Jim closed his eyes loving the submissive feeling of the warm jiz hitting his skin randomly. Tom saved the last load for his lips Jim slid his mouth on and sucked the cock for all that may be left before being rewarded with a final spurt of cream in his mouth.
An hour and half later feeling relaxed after sleeping some more Jim watched as Tom secured his hands to the towel rack inside the oversized shower.
“Please don’t Tom the guys at work they don’t know anything about body-scaping, they’re old school especially my boss Mr Harris they think guys with no hair are fags….plus the guys at the gym they’ll see it and wonder why someone like me at my age doesn’t have his body hair, Beth too I mean technically we haven’t broken up yet she’ll be back from being abroad soon.”
Jim could clearly read the plastic bottle that had the companies product name ‘Nair Cocoa Butter Hair Remover Lotion’.
“Wonder what?”
“Wonder what about all my hair or I mean why it’s all gone.”
“Let me think about it for ten minutes….”
He smiled knowing in 10 to 12 minutes the answer would be irrelevant with Jim’s hair washing off his body.
“Don’t you go anywhere subby-boi.”
Jim gave a final tug to the wrist restrictions feeling exasperated after doing it. He closed his eyes knowing deep down he enjoyed being restrained and exposed as a bottom male submissive.
End of part two……