STORY EXCERPT

David’s mind suddenly went berserk.

He was swept away into a world of fantasy where the guy in reality stood before him, pressing his massive, manly hands against David’s chest, forcing the young stud to stand before him in awe.

“Look at me,” the man would command, and David would obey, hopelessly smitten with the muscular hunk who held him in this make-believe captivity. David would look up into this man’s piercing blue eyes and see a hint of cruelty buried deep within them. A capacity, a potential, a desire, to inflict pain, to punish David, to torment him beyond his very mind and send him sailing through a world of gay BDSM terror and bliss.

It would be this man—in his mind, of course—who would roughly grab David’s shirt collar and slam him against the wall before reaching around with his massive, muscular arms and ripping his shirt buttons through their respective holes. In David’s fantasy, he would soon be naked, standing unshod and vulnerable before this hunk of masculine divinity as he waited for his next command.

“You always call me sir, you know that, right?” the man would say with a wry smirk planted on his face as he continued staring at David with those same penetrating, deep blue eyes.

David would choke—not quite, but almost. His mouth would be dry, his lower lip quivering as he stared back into his master’s radiant face. His heart would beat faster and still faster as he tried with all the might he could muster to form some sort of stupid response to his stud master, something to satisfy the man he longed more than anything else in this moment to punish his young body.

David was a smoking hot man himself, and he knew it. He was just slightly shorter than average, but muscular. His toned body could have gotten him any girl he wanted in that shithole town, but it wasn’t the girls who caught his eye. His brown hair was cropped short, almost a military cut, and his friends told him his brown eyes would make any mother melt—not to mention any man who might dare fall in love with him.

At times, he used his good looks to his advantage, trying as often as possible to seduce a hot man to give him the roughhousing he so desperately craved. He longed for that older brother figure to enter his life and stay, giving him rough sex and bondage and love. Yes, love.

But what did that mean? Now David was even more confused. In reality, which seemed to be a hundred miles away and a thousand years in the past, he was a mechanic performing a simple oil change at a garage in a small town during a blustery winter. David was good at his job—so he thought—having worked at this shop the entire three years he had been out of school. He was a supervisor, and even the slightly older mechanics seemed to look up to him, inviting him to sit with them on breaks and lean his head back as he puffed on a cigarette or two.

In reality, they talked of all the mundane things young, straight men obsess over. Football. Girls, and yes, even the fiftysomething- year-old men still liked to stare down a pair of twenty-five-year-old tits, even if they couldn’t get them. The latest way to tinker with the cars that passed through the shop. Asshole customers who had managed to piss one or more of them off that day.

Reality was okay, yes. David had no complaints, not really. He got his modest thrills from keeping up with the latest football scores, pretending to be interested in the girls he saw, smoking cigarettes with his buds. Okay, however, was the operative word.

But enough of reality. David was still caught in his fantasy, even if in some distant universe he was supposed to be interacting with a customer and entering a credit card number in a computer after having changed the oil and checked the fluids. Fuck reality! David was still imagining this man grabbing whatever he could possibly hold of a handful of short, brown hair on his head and forcing his eyes to stare back into his master’s. He imagined this man, standing before him in reality, would rub sweet oil onto the tan muscles of his arms to mix with the light scent of man sweat only hard winter work in a car garage can create. Clearly David’s imagination was his downfall, perhaps even leading him to a life of misery as he further moved out of reality and remained in a seemingly perpetual state of fantastic eroticism.

ADULT EXCERPT

“So you like it rough, huh?” Frank said, throwing the bag down and peeling off his shirt. Damn! His chest was even more beautiful now than David remembered it from only moments before. It seemed even more pumped than it was when Frank was lying beside him in the bed. For a moment, the younger mechanic stopped stroking, and his mouth hung open as he stared at the perfect, tan, muscular torso of the older mechanic. He was in awe, to say the least.

“Yeah,” David managed to squeak out as Frank picked the bag back up, leaving his shirt on the floor where he threw it. He walked toward David and kicked off his shoes once again. Slowly he peeled out of his pants, now revealing a huge boner in his shorts, before finally removing the socks from each of his perfect, manly feet. Frank stood before him wearing nothing more than a tight pair of boxers and that same stupid grin on his face.

Once more, Frank picked the bag up, this time setting it on the bed. He unzipped it, and the whirring noise from that action filled the air, exciting David all the more. When Frank got the bag open, he reached inside, leaving his hand in the bag just a little too long for David’s liking.

“Did I bring it?” Frank asked playfully with a quick wink. Then he sucked in a breath of mock surprise as he pulled out a long piece of rope. That rope kept coming and coming out of the bag. Soon Frank brought another piece out, this one shorter. More and more came from the bag as David realized just how much the older mechanic had crammed inside it. Rope, glorious rope! Rope to tie the younger mechanic to the bed. Rope to keep David in his place. Rope to force the younger stud to take all the erotic torment Frank had in store for him.

“What else?” Frank added, widening his eyes, looking in the bag, feigning uncertainty that he had brought everything he intended.

“Well?” David demanded, now getting on his knees with his hard cock standing at attention.

Frank put his finger to his lips, making a shhh sound. David sat back on his knees, pouting as he stared at his lover. “You like it rough, David. Let’s see how rough you like it. And then we’ll see if we want to bring anything else out.”

“Fair enough,” David conceded. “What do you want me to do?”

Frank smiled, and that same mischief as before still gleamed in his eyes. “Nothing—unless I tell you to. You have to let me be in charge. You have to let me do things to your body that I want to. Do you trust me?”

“Sure.”

“No, I mean it, David. Do you trust me to do these things to you?” Frank raised an eyebrow.

“What are you gonna do to me?” David asked.

“Lots of stuff. It’s gonna be sensory overload for a while, but I think you can take it. You’re young and strong. And hot.”

“Hot?”

“Oh yeah, David. I’ve thought that since I met you. What? Do you think I’m hot?”

David didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought!” Frank quickly added. “Now let’s get on with this.” With those words, Frank grabbed a piece of rope and went to work. He walked to one of the corners of David’s bed at the headboard. Then he knelt down and moved the rope around the bedframe, securing it there before bringing it up and tying a square knot at the edge of the mattress. He then took a second piece of rope and did the same thing.

“Why two pieces of rope in the same place?” David asked, confused.

“You’ll see,” Frank responded wickedly. Then he moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the process, securing two pieces of rope around the bedframe and tying each off with a square knot at the edge of the mattress. And each of the four pieces of rope had lots of slack left over. Frank would have plenty of slack to work with to tie David in any diabolical bondage position he wanted.