“They are probably just looking for more masculine men Steve,” he says.
“Maybe, I don’t seem to be having much luck with the ladies since I got here,” I acknowledge to myself as well as to him. “Maybe you are going to the wrong places.” “But you came home all alone,” he tells me like I don’t already know it. “When to the Brewery, always lots of hot chicks there,” I tell him. “So where did you go tonight Steve?” he asks. “So you all alone in the big city Steve?” he asks me. I don’t want him to think I’m staring but when I look up, I can tell that he has been watching me look at his chest, but he doesn’t say anything. I feel very uncomfortable sitting there with him like that, he is intimidating enough in ordinary situations. Then there is the trail oh hair leading down into his jeans. Not a mass of hair but just enough to accent his pecs. I try not to look but he is right in front of me. “Damn hot in here,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. I realize he’s referring to a girl’s drink but just lower my head a little. He laughs, “Maybe I should have made you a daiquiri.” I take a drink and the scotch is strong and I choke a little. I sit there feeling rather nervous as he brings the drinks over and sits down in a large black leather chair. He looks pretty buffed for an older guy, I think to myself. He has a black long sleeved shirt on with jeans and black boots. He goes to the kitchen and fixes us a couple drinks. “Sit down, little buddy,” he tells me and I sit down. He takes off his black leather jacket and throws it on a chair. “Ok Mike, sounds good.” I follow him into his apartment. Surprised when he says that but figure why not. “Why don’t you stop in and have a drink with me?” “Not much, was hoping to meet some hot chick but no luck.”
He talks to me like that all the time, I really don’t like it but don’t want to seem rude. “What’s a boy like you doing up this late?” I was coming home around midnight one Saturday night when I met Mike coming in at the same time. There were lots of pretty girls here but hadn’t had any luck yet even though I was trying in the clubs most weekends. I didn’t know what he did, we only exchanged greetings when we happened to run into each other. He looked about 40, was 6″2, 200+ pounds, had black hair he kept slicked back. I had settled into a routine with school but hadn’t met many friends yet. I was going to concentrate on studies anyway so the apartment will be alright. I had found a small apartment near campus and if you know USC area well you know its not the best areas. I had very little body hair and had gotten a nice tan over the summer. I had let my blond hair grow longer hoping I looked more hip. I had been popular in school but being only 5’7″ and 140, didn’t play much sports. I was so excited about going to California and meeting new people. I had been accepted at USC in journalism school. This is my first time away from home, a small town in Kansas. I was finally going to have some adventure in my life. Do not read if this doesn’t match your interests. This story involves forced man to man action and gets into humiliation, bondage and discipline. “Come sit on my lap bitch,” the man tells me.
I waddle over to him with the jeans making it so difficult. He lifts his finger and motions for me to come to him. “No Master,” I say then look over at the man who called me a cunt. “Did I tell you to pull your jeans up bitch?” Master snarls at me. Feel so self conscious in the pink thong and go to pull my jeans up. I stand up and start to pull my jeans up. “And if you don’t want to end up over my lap again, you better behave yourself bitch.” “Don’t tell me boy, get up off my lap and go tell him,” Master tells me. In a low voice I tell them, “I’m just a cuntboy.” I’m glad that I’m over his lap and don’t have to look at them. Learning a Different Culture by John S.“My friend thinks you should have a cunt, he thinks you are just a sissy cuntboy,” Master says.I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes Unto The Hills by Alan Dwight.Charlie and The Influence of Sea Power upon History by Joe.Hiking Clifty Falls with Cliff by Altimexis.