Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 10:56:50 -0500 From: sharp er Subject: As a Postman As A Postman - gay authoritarian sex tale, by Simon Harper -- sharper@inorbit.com As a postman I have many sexy experiences. On one occasion I was on the 6th floor of a residential block. If a letter or something requires a signature I have to get the person to open the door or leave a card and return the item to the main sorting office - that was the case, so I rang the bell and after some time a young man answered - he was in is late 20's. Cropped dark hair and thick dark eyebrows, dark clear eyes a little sleepy. It was mid-morning and he had clearly been sleeping something off. He kept himself behind the door so I guessed he was in his underpants or naked. I explained the situation and handed him the card to sign. This he found difficult to do whilst staying hidden behind the door. I often get the opportunity to take a good look at a customer, while they are concentrating on writing their names. I was impressed by the shape of his arms - curved and muscled. Still trying to hide, the side of his chest was visible and I could see his right tit, pretty, pert and pink. He was probably in great shape and I was totally turned on by what I could see. I started to stiffen and think of how I'd like to chastise that tit and tease his cute ashol. "Ok." He hands the card back to me and catches me staring at his neat bod. Our eyes meet, his look is one of embarrassment and I look at him with carnal intent. "Here's your post," I say, and I add "haven't I seen you some where before?" "No, I don't think so." He looked even cuter, searching his memory laboriously. "Somewhere in Mile End?" I offer. There's a club in Mile End for perverts like me. "Ho...!" he says, smiling sheepishly, "you might have I guess." "I thought so." In the back of the flat there's this little dog yapping. "Little dog", I ask, "not going to bite the postman?" "Yeh, not very big. Hey sushh," he says turning to the dog, "Candy! It's only the postman." Candy. As he turned I took the opportunity to look at his broad shoulders and the little black hairs growing on his neck, and I moved a few inches forward to ease myself in the flat a little and try to see a bit more of him. He was turning me on something. He was so cute and sweet - strong but very passive in his approach to things. He turned back to and my face was almost on him. He started slightly. "Going to ask me in Mike?" He could feel my breath on his face. A look of surprise from him. "Yes, I do know your name, it's on the envelope... Mike Smiley. So?" "Yeh, come in." He steps back and like totally displays himself to me, one arm holding the door the other sweeping open to indicate the flat and also his naked body, as if he has forgotten about modesty but also as if he has decided to show himself off to me so that I'll be able to assess what I was getting. I was very pleased with him already. Nice attitude, trusting, obedient, pliable, available, cooperative. He is naked. Nice slim waist widening to a hard well-exercised chest, smooth and those neat pink nipples sticking out like little red lights begging for attention. The right tit it turns out is pierced, fashionably. His navel overhangs a little trail of neatly cropped hair running down to his waistband - He is naked except for his black underpants. Nice dick already stiffening inside. I reach out and hold it between my thumb and forefinger, gently massaging the tip. He shuts his eyes slightly and breathes out heavily. Man. I stroke his thick curved dick through the fabric. "That's a good boy. Your dog?" "My flatmate's... Sindy's." "Your girlfriend?" "No," he smiles, "we just share the flat." "Sindy / Candy / ... Put it away. We don't want it joining in." He runs off to Candy and I see him play with her at the door to the living room - talking stupidly and touching noses with it, shaking it's paw and talking reassurance in their own shared puppy language. He looks at me with it in his arms, a grin of obvious pride on his face and I give him a disapproving "get on with it" stare. Then he pushes it back into the room and closes the door. He is squatting as he waves goodbye and pushes the puppy to stay inside, and his buttocks are round and hard in his black underpants. His lats are clearly visible. I have walked up to him, quickly checking out the other rooms in the house. Kitchen up ahead. Bedroom. "I didn't tell you to play with it." I grab him by the throat and gently pull his face up towards me. He stands up looking scared, excited. "Inspection boy. Hands behind head. Stand up straight." He lifts his arms obediently, placing them softly behind him. He stands with his legs apart and upright so his chest fills and his buttocks curve out following the supple curve of his back. I stroke him all over his body, testing his muscles for firmness and he sighs some more, tenses. Black hair crowding out of his pits. Hairless, shaved, chest, smooth and slightly pink. Firm visible abs. Good solid legs. His toes are tense, digging into the carpet. Afraid of losing his balance? I wonder. I smooth his face and tap his nose gently like he is my little puppy dog. "Pants off, boy," I suggest. I've seen his hard grow huger inside there as I touch him and stake my ownership. He takes his pants down and lets his hard-on flip out, bends to free up his feet, then he tosses his pants on the floor to his left. He stands to attention, dick bucking in the air. "Lean forward boy," I order. And he bends forward and supports himself by putting his hands on his thighs. I stroke his smooth pink butt. Yes, that's a good shape. He shivers slightly. Oh geez, I slide my finger into the black hair which accentuates the cleft of his cheeks. Clenching. I push him forward further and take a good look. "Spread your butt for me boy." "Yes Sir." Gives him something to do while all he can feel is my breath on his hot behind and my hand caressing his thigh. His hands pull the two halves apart. "More!" "Further!" And I let my finger tease through the properly manly hair surrounding his tight neat prize that puckers and dilates in front of me. I can see his balls hang unevenly from the thick branch, with a slight covering of well-trimmed hair. The seam running from them over the swollen root of his prick leads my eyes back to the hole. Finger in - tight. Good, clean. Give finger to Mike to sniff and then into his mouth while I stroke his butt and give it a few testing slaps. He sucks on my finger with real slave-like gratitude. "Now that's a good boy. " Now I will have to come back because I am halfway through my round. I decide to give him something in the meantime and order him to suck me. He kneels down before me in slow and deliberate fashion and puts his lips and serves my cock hungrily and after a short while I pump a full load deep into his neck. He licks his lips and says Thank you Sir, still kneeling, looking up at me with subservience. "That's a good boy," I say and slap his face good and hard. He flinches and looks at me resentfully for a brief moment before swallowing the last little bit of cum on his tongue and repeats his gratitude and kisses my dick end in a properly servile manner. "Good boy, that's a good boy." "Thank you Sir." "While I am away and until I instruct you, don't touch that," I say, indicating his hard-on - standing to full attention - by kicking it gently. I have a rubber band and put it round his head, in his mouth. I pull it slightly and let it sting his face. "That's just a reminder for you, that you are waiting for your master's return." I push his head up against my still leaking prick. I put it in his mouth so that he can suck the remaining cum. "I'm going away now to complete my round. Wait for me, I'll be about 2 hours. When I return I want you like this, naked and hard, with your dog lead ready in your mouth, kneeling up at the door. I'll want you to let me take the lead and then serve my cock before you I give you some of the punishment you need. Right, ground rules : The stop word is 'STOP' - it means I untie you and stop the scene. Apert from that there's no guarantee of let up or mercy; I'll be the judge of what you need. Remember that." His eyes were eager and wide. "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I pull him up by the chin and give him a long final taste of my mouth, pushing him up against me, and with my finger stuffed far up his hole, and then I leave to continue my postal round. During my round I keep thinking about my new slave with his eager, obedient eyes. Every time I get in a lift to ascend a block of flats I play with my dick and stroke it. Once or twice the lift would stop and someone would get in. I'd continue to caress my hard through the pocket. They looked at me strangely because my eyes were full of the soft focus of lust, and they didn't know what to make of it. I didn't care. If he were here now I'd stand with him in front of me and my hand down his trousers, punching his balls. --- I return later like I said I would, after about a couple of hours. He opens the door with Candy's lead in his mouth and a look of silly embarrassment on his face. He is doing everything as I say. When I come in he crouches on all fours as I have instructed him and as he stoops I notice his hard-on to attention, so he must like it... I put his collar round his neck. Tight. That look's good. Very smart. Puppy-like. He swallows to feel its grip against his throat. I lead him into the nearest bedroom and use my postman's rope to tie him up to the bed face down and start to play with his hole. I remove my belt and give him some strokes across the legs, ass and back. As the strokes get harder, and the marks start to glow, he gets increasingly excited, wiggling on the bed to stimulate his dick further. I'm worried he is going to stimulate himself to cum shortly and stop suddenly. His back is arched and his ripe cheeks are begging for more of it. "Keep still!" Whack!! "Keep your legs spread and lift yourself up a bit... On to all fours, bitch." Whack! Now his dick is poking forward like a dog's. It looks very good. The purple head well clear of the hood. I give it a squeeze and hit it with the back of my hand. It stiffens even more and seems to be trying to double its length. "Stay like that. If you cum, you'll be sorry." I go for a little walk through the flat. I need a blindfold. Find black sexy girl knickers in bathroom hanging up to dry. Sindy. Bring them through and put them on his face. "She'll find you wearing them." That turns you on. I pull them tight over his face so that he is breathing through the black nylon lace. He is breathing so heavily. Whack! Noise at the door - that'll be Sindy I suppose. "Don't say a word, boy, unless I give you permission. Understand?" He nods. I quickly pull my trousers on and stand by the door, which I push silently closed. I hear someone walking about, then towards the room. The door is pushed open and ... a guy comes in! a bit younger than Mike in grey office suit. Laughs, and shocked. "Mike! What the fuck's this? What are you doing here? Why are you, like, in my room? Who did this? Ohh, baby are you ok?" From behind door I can see he has a solid if slim frame and he fills out the neat, silvery-grey office suit well. His blonde hair comes down to the collar. I push the door away from me and step forward. He turns suddenly and looks at me with some shock. "Erm, we were expecting Mikes flatmate back. I am disciplining Mike at present, as you can see. And you are?" "I am the flatmate, mate." "Not Sindy?" "He's Sindy," pointing at Mike and laughing. "I'm name's Rich." "So... and you're not the boyfriend." "We're just flatmates," he says sheepishly at the same time as he loosens his tie which is pink and has a big laddish knot in it. "Who are you?" I ignore his question. Cute. "You can join in if you like. You can help me with it. Have you ever fucked it?" Indicating the slave. "No. Of course not." "Now's your chance," I say offering him the encouragement he doubtless has need of. He is facing me directly. I'm looking him up and down, examining his crotch. He has adjusted his stance so that his legs are a little further apart now, and he puts a hand in his pocket to adjust himself a bit. He looks me in the eye, clear blue eyes, and takes the measure of the situation. "Yeh?" He looks over his shoulder at Mike tied up and spread before him, and a great big grin fills his face. "Why don't you take your jacket off?" I say. He does so - tie and shirt, button by button. Stripping for me, watching me and also taking good looks at Mikes open legs. He has a very good body. Very smooth, muscled, lean pecs and firm abs, smooth pink skin. Who wouldn't want a piece of that? "Drop your trousers, then," I command. He does it quickly. White underpants and bulging cock inside. "Fuck it," I order, pointing to Mikes pulsing sphincter. He hesitates. Don't ask him - he doesn't have any choice in the matter. In any case you can see he is begging for it. "I'm HIV positive." "So put on a rubber - I've got one here." I pick one up from the floor and hand it to him. Rich pulls out his thick knob and rolls the rubber onto it, rubs it up and down with my lube a few times, staring at Mikes gaping hole which Mike is lifting towards him, begging, desperate for his hot pole. Then he smiles in a "this is going to hurt you more than me" way and points his juddering prick towards Mike, tied to the bed, ass in the air, red, hot and squirming. He pokes some lube into Mike, and pushes his stiff prick up there. Mike Winces. Rich fucks Mike - gently ... then almost immediately he gets the message and starts to fuck Mike like there's no tomorrow. His beefy haunches sweat as he crunches his juiced up pole into the moaning slave. "Yeh you fkn slut," he whines, "you been needn ths f'a lon time." Mike starts to get right into it and his inhibitions, broken down by the humiliation received from me and my beatings, crack up. "Fuk me Sir fuk it." Pushing his body back against Rich in rhythm with his young master's pace of fuck. I watch Rich's still red hard pole driving in and out of Mike. Rich starts slapping Mike and sees my belt on the bed. He uses it to whip Mike more and more as he fucks him. He looks at me and laughs. This is fun, he says, riding Mike like a bucking pony. Sweat is dripping of Mikes face and glistening all over his fit horney body. "He's enjoying it too much," I say. "Make it hurt him harder." Rich beats Mike more and Mike starts to whimper. Mike clenches his teeth; he tries harder and harder to please Rich fucking him through his ass. I walk around their jerking bodies. "I want you both to cum now," I say. "I want the slave spunked when I fuk him." Rich speeds up his action and slaps Mike more ordering him to keep tight on his rod. I put my hand on Mikes prik and start to milk him. Mike can't keep it off and cums long great spurts of jism that shoot away from him and at the some time, tightening still further on Rich, Rich cums in Mikes ass, both groaning and enjoying it. Rich collapses a little and then pulls out, his condom, full of a rich load, he rips off and throws across the room. He's panting and shiny with sweat. His muscles are all pumped with the exercise. He smirkes and indicates Mike's raw cunt. "It's good. Are you going for any?" I move Rich wordlessly away and smooth my finger around the slave's ripe cunt. Mike arches his back still further desperate to please me. Now that Mike is weakest I fuck Mike. His hole is giving him great pain now and I come deep inside him, pushing in my full load. Rich pushes Mikes face up and climbs in front of him and kisses him deeply which Mike takes gratefully. The look on Rich's face is the look of ownership and the look on Mike's face is the look of the owned. As I leave Mike is still tied. Rich comes to the door. He thanks me for getting them fucking after many years when they were unwilling to break the cool of friendship with the red hot of passion, or words to that effect :-) I say, "Ground rules : The stop word is 'STOP' - it means you untie him and stop the scene. Apart from that don't guarantee let up or mercy - it'll only encourage him to chicken; you be the judge of what he needs. Remember that. Stop is the stop word." --- I often see them out and they are always together. They usually like to put on a bit of a show, with Mike tied up and others invited to hurt or humiliate him, Rich guiding and enjoying the proceedings. He usually selects some one up they want to go off with to join in or watch a session. Sometimes it's me.