The Opportunist

The Beginning

Harry Bishop was currently with Tanner Hamilton, who had lived one floor below Harry’s apartment building, where the rest of his family was currently staying. This was Pittsburgh, Pa. and in the relative scheme of things had him, Harry was in a place he never thought he would ever be before. Or be doing what he was currently doing, for his adopted brother Tanner who was 21 years of age. To say they had adopted him was a bit strong, because there are some very incredible circumstances involved, he was adult. So, the consistency of the family of the family unit; was Harry and his and his natural mother, Barbara, who had remarried a man by the name of Pedro Vasquez. Who by all accounts was a fantastic man and he was good to everyone in his newly formed family. Tanner Hamilton had lived one floor below them and had fallen on hard times financially. He had come home from school one day, to find his family gone and no idea how to find them. This was about the time the new Vasquez family had moved to the city.

Harry and Tanner went to school together, at Pittsburgh University, and with Tanner Hamilton, barely being able to afford to pay his rent, was just an unacceptable situation to both Barbara and Pedro Vasquez, so they had invited the young man up for dinner one evening. Pedro Vasquez worked for the rail yards, so he made a decent salary. Barbara was a full time Registered Nurse and made good money, so resources to this new young family were high. After a long talk, this had been about a year and half ago, they had invited Tanner Hamilton into their home, Pedro and Barbara thought highly of Tanner, as he was one of those that could convince paint to flake off the wall just by talking it into it. There had been much more to Tanner accepting these wonderful people’s generosity. It had nothing to do with the fact, yes life was much better, and he had a lot nicer stuff. It wasn’t the ridiculous amount of spending money Mr. Vasquez gave to him to try and give this young man the best chance in life he could get. Tanner had agreed to this arrangement because of Harry Bishop.

The time now, is 9:35 A. M. in Pittsburg and Harry was currently doing something he would never think he might like or had even considered before meeting Tanner. At this moment he was doing a particular type of servicing for Tanner that had become a regular weekend thing. Both parents were out of the house most of the day as they were gone for the weekend. It would not have mattered had they been here, it was something Tanner liked so they always found a way to do it.

It was a nice apartment with big rooms, and it had not taken Tanner long once he had got into operation; convincing Harry, they could share one big studio sized bedrooms together and they could study together and talk to one another. At least that is what he had said at the time, it seemed to make sense and Harry, was down still from the loss of his natural father to a heart attack. He was sort of quiet and small, made good grades, would not know how to cause trouble if he tried. He just really missed his dad. He had another secret, but people like Tanner Hamilton sniff those out quick. Harry was precisely what he was looking for, vulnerable, isolated, lonely, and he was just naturally a good person. Tanner also suspected something else and was going to find out.

How they had got here, Harry was not sure, but Tanner had just stayed with him and systematically inserted himself into his life. Then he slowly but surely began to become bossy, when they were alone, almost to the point of being a bully. At this moment, one of Tanner’s favorite things to make Harry do, is every weekend, usually on Saturday or Sunday mornings. Most often than not, both days every weekend. Tanner would lay on his side, beside his naked and handcuff his slave, Harry, and have him very slowly and thoroughly worship his cock under the cover. This usually lasted all morning; the effect Tanner told him he was going for was something close to a tantric blowjob. Tanner Hamilton had been given several things by good genetics; He was tall and kind of thin, but he was quite strong, and he worked out, so he was toned. He had several biker style tattoos and he if you ran across him in a back alley at night, it may concern you. If one did not see all the tatts and he were dressed in nice clothing, he might one day be on the cover of Gentlemen’s Quarterly, one never knew.

This was precisely not the dynamic going on here, Tanner, once he knew what was up, knew precisely what to do, and it was working out wonderfully. On the Saturday and Sunday mornings Tanner ordered his slave to do this. He would first let his master tie his hands behind his back or handcuffs, whichever he was in the mood for. The slave was locked in a cage and was only ever allowed to cum when Tanner gave him permission. (In all honesty as long as he did as he was told he was not too stingy with this, unless just on a power kick. “No other choice.” cases when it was off. Now as Harry, laid there holding as much as his master’s dick as deep in his mouth and his throat as far as he could get it to go and still breath. He was just holding it in his mouth and giving it one hell of a tongue bathing and once he started, he would not stop till his master told him he could.

Why it would seem given these circumstances, that Tanner was doing nothing but taking advantage of his adopted brother. With the way things worked out, yet this was not the case. Harry enjoyed this nearly as much as his master did. He was not sure what happened to him to make it so. He had lost his father, been put into this new family. Tanner even though, he was as young as he was, could not help himself. Once it got started it was like a train that had derailed and there was no one like, Superman, to stop it and he just felt lost in it. Tanner had no malice towards his new adopted brother. Yet, he was ramped up for this and there were not very many kinks he did not have and enjoy employing on people. To Harry, this had become attention, and it was what he needed more than anything. In the beginning he had been a bit resistant, and felt it was not right. Now, he had progressed to the point to letting Tanner do just about anything he wanted to him. He did like to cause people light to medium light pain sometimes during sex, but this was always kept in check. With a few exceptions, we will probably run into some of them. More and more Harry did not care and although an adult. A few obstacles for him, and that is what Tanner approached.

Tanner told him,” Roll onto your back, leave my dick in your mouth, I am going to get on top and throat fuck you,”

This was not quite so easy as one would imagine because of the way the slave was bound and all the gadgets Tanner had attached to him. Harry, the slave was not a big guy. He was only 5’9” tall, weighted around 142 pounds. He had long black and kind of curly hair, nice features, an all-American average sized cock hovering around the 6” mark. The reason he had let his hair grow out so long is because Tanner, liked to run his fingers through it and grab onto it hard for some maximum leverage. He was a very intelligent person, but life had been hard on him lately. Some people would think the attention and obeying his adopted brother was odd, but it seemed like one of the few connections he had left. He saw any attention as good, plus he was growing to like it better and better and was getting much better with various skills.

Tanner was rolling him over and it was a bit painful, he had even grown to like that, when his master liked to use it on him. He knew there had to be something wrong with him, to allow this person to do this to him. He liked it, enjoyed his master being in control. It had not happened overnight, and he did not know it, but his own self had identified he was interested. When they had first moved in, then met and Tanner who had moved in. At that time Harry’s life was a shambles. What he would never know, unless someday, Tanner told him, this is what had begun this whole set of circumstances into play. On this front Tanner had not been good, anything but good was more like it.

It had been a couple of weeks since Tanner had moved in and there had been a water problem in the city so everyone was advised if they had to shower, to share, if possible, till the water heaters could catch back up. People don’t generally think anything of a 20 and 21-year-old males taking a shower together over something like that. This is when Conner had made his terrible mistake and was not even aware of it. They had put all their stuff in the bathroom and got ready and Tanner simply got completely undressed as if it were nothing.

Now, is one of those instances in life that we do something, and it may be subconscious, it was in the case. The naked Tanner took a seat in a grooming chair and began to clip his toenails. It was then, out of the corner of his eye he saw it. It was a metaphorical Rosetta Stone, that unlocked his new adopted brother for him. Seated across the room, on the commode sat Harry Bishop. Tanner was, well he had something the, soon to be slave in could just not take his eyes away from what he was looking at. Tanner had a ginormous cock, it had to be at least 9” it was also rather thick. He had those nice long legs, covered with the perfect amount of black hair. Even his long and slender feet were eye catching Harry’s eyes, guess what they said about big feet were true in this case. He was very toned; he was put together very well, and the future slave struggled not to respond how his body was wanting to.

It was far too late; Tanner, had unclothed suddenly on purpose to see if Harry would pay any attention and could see the bulge in his underwear trying to fire up and he grinned slightly. Perfect. The poor lad’s eyes had moved all the way up Tanner’s body and back down and he seemed to be just locked on his cock. He felt almost as if he had just been assessed by a Terminator of some sort. Oh, this would be too easy, and what a stroke or luck, and oh yes it would lead to much good stroking for him, he was sure.

He said out of nowhere, “Get up and walk over here, just do it, trust me.”

For the first time he made his slave get on his knees in front of him and trim his toenails for him. He kept looking down at his adopted brother’ bulge. That was just once and Tanner was relentless, they would be like any kids at their age lounging around studying together. Harry would be laying on his bed and Tanner would lie down at the opposite end of the bed and put his socked feet crossed right next to adopted brother’s head, on the pillow. He would lie there reading with a grin betting he could just tell the bitch to give it up, and he would. This was more interesting till he was ready, and he would choose when that would be. When he did this, Harry did not want to withdraw, he enjoyed the proximity, and he always smelled so good.

It was all Harry could do to see straight, and he knew he was hard, and he also knew Tanner would be able to see it. He could and Harry could not see him smiling behind his book. He stepped it up another level when one day he was doing this he just took his right foot and laid it on his slave’s mouth and chin, so the toes were just below the nose. Harry did not do anything to stop Tanner neither did he move, but he did look up.

He asked, “Is there some particular, reason that you have your foot on my face?”

Tanner looked him in the eyes and said, “Yeah, I put that there so you could enjoy the odor of my nasty feet as you study. Now, shut up, put your nose against the socks, breathe deeply and study, I am doing it because I like the ideal of making you do this as you study.”

Harry was quiet and put his nose solidly against his socks and took deep regular breaths and Tanner had to admit he enjoyed watching the little shit obey so easily. So, the next step was inevitable and was bound to happen. With each regular breath that Tanner could hear Harry make, the more certain he was that soon the boy would be shining his cock for him in all kinds of ways.

Finally, Tanner made a move on him the next time they had the low hot water situation and started bossing him around.

“Lose all the clothing.”

Conner was not sure what to do, so he took off his tee-shirt, socks and underwear and stood before Tanner.

Tanner got a funny look on his face and said, “Did you just get through taking your run around the area?”

His ever-becoming slave replied, “Yes, I just got back before we came in here.”

Now Tanner was 6’3”, and weighed 217, he was still a bit thin, but he was very broadly built, and he was very charming. He was the kind of cult of personality that could be a used car salesman who would make a one-hundred-million-dollars. The general best thing to know about Tanner Hamilton is for starters, when the guy opened his mouth to say something it was usually a lie or some obfuscation of the truth. Tanner had several things to he liked to do and found the fact that Harry was so quiet and smart he would be perfect to train, and he was right fucking here, all the time. Throw his big lure out, which would be his huge cock and see if the new slave, liked sucking on it and being fucked by it. Then layer, by layer, he would build him into what he wanted him to be. Restraints were a must, he had to have total control during sex, as it was a real turn on for him.

So, he decided to see how quickly he could advance on the first attempt, and then his adopted brother would always be on deck. If the plans that Tanner had planned out to get him some feel good fell through, he would always have a spare model at home he could train. He told Conner to sit down on his bottom, facing the commode. He spread his long legs wide so he could get easy access.

He said, “Don’t even think about what I tell you, try it and see what you think. Lean back and give me your feet and do everything I tell you to do.”

Conner was well read, and now as he watched his adopted brother’s huge penis as it was really beginning to become erect, and it was rather imposing.

Tanner, with a sly voice said, “Lean back and stick both of your feet up towards my lap so I can grab them. Do not resist me in any way and do precisely what say.”

The guy being converted into a slave obeyed him; he leaned back and put his feet up there and Tanner grabbed them. His slave had size 11” inch feet and they were slick with sweat where he had sweated inside his socks as he jogged. His newly becoming master, wrapped his sweaty feet around his own cock and told his slave to work it some. Again, the slave just automatically began to do so, and Tanner was telling him just how to do it. This went on for a while and his master let his feet go but set his ankles on his knees.

“Take your sweaty feet and very gently massage my balls and sack with them. Ones you have them nice, and all covered with your own sweat, I am going to make you give my dick and balls a tongue bath.

In a few minutes he was ready and said, “On your knees now and lick my cock and balls clean, once you start licking, don’t stop till I tell you that you can.”

Conner knew he was just trying to establish dominance and humiliate him in the process, as it probably gave him a thrill. Conner was really surprised at what he did next, he got on his knees in front of his master seated on the commode in front of him. He paused a second with Tanner watching to see what he would do. Suddenly, the slave leaned forward and began to lovingly lick all over his huge cock and balls and started to clean his own sweat off them. His master helped a bit more but spitting all over the place down there. The slave in training obediently never stopped and continued to lick away. Next, and Tanner was not a grower so when he was naked it looked like he had a huge proboscis dangling from between his legs. He was excited but managed to get it to go semi and aimed and sprayed some of his piss on his feet and some that leaked down onto the floor.

“Get that as well, even the part that went on the floor, lick that up as well, then I feel like having my dick sucked on for a little bit.”

Conner worked long and he worked hard, but he managed to clean his master and the floor to his satisfaction. Tanner held he but size 13” right foot up and spit liberally all over his big toe. A second later that toe was in his slave’s mouth, with him dutifully cleaning it off for him. The master sat there with a grin on his face watching him do it, he was going to get a lot of mileage out of this one. He got up and went over to the sink, he leaned over it and spread his legs wide.

He told his slave, “On you knees behind me, so you can eat my ass out for a bit.”

As Conner came over to comply, Tanner reached into a drawer and pulled out two nasty looking nipple clips he had hidden at the back of the drawer.

As he put them on his slave he said, “Oh, fuck! That hurts!”

Tanner leaned down and took his tongue and licked the outside of his slave’s lips with them.

He told his slave, “Get used to it, I like to hurt people during sex, well not really hurt, just make sure they know I have been there. I don’t care how much those hurt; you leave them on till I tell you that you can take them off.” He got back in his position to Conner could eat his ass for him, and that sounded so strange to Conner. He got down on his knees behind his master now.

Tanner said, “Real easy trial first run, shove your tongue as far up in my ass and hold it as long as you can. Also, lick all around on the outside of it, it feels good to me and that is your job now. Collin got down and went to work and it was very strange. There was a metallic taste and apparently his new master liked it because it really made him do some quiet moaning and the slave ate his master’s ass. This went on for some time and finally conner stood up.

He told Tanner, “Get in the shower on you knees, don’t run any water.”

They got in the same position they were in a minute ago, but this time the master began, “I am going to make you suck my dick for a minute then I am going to make you jerk me off on your face and in your mouth. I am going to start working up with different sized but plugs, and when I can fuck you, and it feels good. That part of your training will be complete, and I can fuck you anytime I want to. I would also suggest becoming used to the taste of me cum, your own ass, your sweaty feet; I really like getting my dick nice a dirty and then letting you clean it all up for me.”

Conner almost felt as if he were drunk and it was a good feeling, he had no notion he would respond to things like this.

Tanner had got in the right position, “Put the head of my dick in your mouth and seal your lips good around it, nothing gets out. Lick on the head while you grab the saft firmly and jerk me off into your mouth. Swallow every fucking drop of it, you get off easy this time as it was the first. As you serve me, we are going to do some wild stuff. So, jerk me off, swallow it down, and I want an answer, yes or no. If you agree to be my slave that is permanent till I get tired of you or find someone else better. Or perhaps I will just train you as a back-up either way, you are mine now, if you say yes. Tilt that head back and open that mouth.”

Conner did and Tanner went ahead and lubed himself with some body wash and began to jerk himself quickly.

In a few minutes, he said, “Oh Fuck!”

He started to ejaculate all over his new slave’s face and got a great deal of it to go in the mouth, he was a good aim.

“Close your mouth.”

Conner did and his master took one of his hands and sealed his lips with them. “Down the hatch.”

His slave looked up at him with cum all over his face with some dripping off, some was running down his chest. Tanner grinned; this was how people like adopted brother was supposed to be treated by people like him. What people did not know is that some people did enjoy it, and he was watching his cum drip off one he was sure that did. He was going to have a great deal of fun here.”

After they had both showered and cleaned up well, Tanner broke out some of what he called his gear. Today his slave would go to school, and all would seem normal. The slave was wearing a very compact chastity cage with a snap in that was fiendish. This thing snapped into the part of the cage and was a small plastic piece. The piece did not have very sharp, but little raised ribbed places to really give one an incentive on not getting hard.

There was currently a fad in the part of the country they lived in but if you had a master/slave, or BSDM type stuff going on, ankle bracelets were a thing, at this time if you wore a black ankle bracelet, it meant you were someone’s bitch. Tanner wore a white ankle bracelet, which was just the opposite, it just meant someone was his bitch for him to do with as he pleased.

He planned on doing a great deal of that, this one on his knees before him that just swallowed a half gallon of his cum. Get used to it, as it will be happening to you a great deal my slave.

It was new to Conner, but letting someone else have that much power was almost intoxicating, and he wanted more.

He would get it.