A Play for Power

The two men walking across campus looked pretty much like any two guys; friends, maybe. They were not friends, however. In fact, they had just met. The more handsome of the two couldn't know it yet, but they could not be friends - not yet; at least not in the conventional way of calculating such things. The other one, taller with a more erect posture, was telling the younger one about his time spent in the Corps and his two deployments to the Middle East. It was nothing involved or graphic: just a detail of his life explaining why he was older than the typical college freshman.

"I can't imagine being in the military," the younger one admitted. His name was Seth Smith.

"It's not for everyone, I guess," Frank said. "It was a good fit for me, though. It made a man."

"I never thought of myself in any other way," Seth said.

"Never?" Frank asked.

"Well, not since I became a man," Seth said.

When they reached their dorm, Frank held the door for Seth to go in first. "Wanna drop in to my room?" he asked. "I live on the top floor."

"I know," Seth said.

"Oh yeah?" Frank asked. Their footfalls echoed in the steel and concrete stairwell. "How's that?"

"I've noticed you," Seth said.

"So, you've noticed me, huh?" Frank asked.

"Sure," Seth admitted. "I've seen you around."

"Around?" Frank asked.

"Yeah. You know; in the dorm, on campus. Around."

"Yeah," Frank said, "I've noticed you, too.

"Here we are," Frank said as they approached his room.

"Yeah. I know," said Seth. "You're lucky, having a single room. Not many of those in the dorm."

"I guess," said Frank carelessly. He unlocked the door and stepped aside so Seth could enter first.

Once inside, Frank closed the door. At the sound of the lock clicking into place Seth turned and looked at him quizzically. Frank took him by the hand and kissed him on the lips.

Seth backed away. "Whoa," he said. "What's going on?"

"I thought you might like it," Frank said. "Did I read you wrong?"

"What do you mean - read me wrong? What's to read?"

"Come on, Seth. You noticed me. I noticed you. Doesn't that suggest anything to you?"

"I . . . I'm not . . ."

Frank cupped Seth's genitals and kneaded them. "You're getting hard, Seth. One little kiss and you're getting hard? I'm thinking we might be able to have some fun together."

"Wait, Frank. This doesn't . . ."

Frank stepped closer to Seth, still holding his sex in his hand. He moved against him until Seth was pinned between man and wall.

"You've played around a little, haven't you Seth?" and he kissed him again, harder and longer than before.

He dropped to his knees and opened his mouth around the denim that stretched over Seth's erection. He looked up at Seth and asked, "You don't really mind this, do you?"

Seth looked at him mutely. Frank opened his jeans and fished around until he freed his erection. He put it in his mouth and began sucking. "You like this, don't you, Boy?" he asked.

Seth still didn't respond. Frank stood, again pinning Seth between his muscular frame and the hard wall at his back. "You like it, don't you?" Frank repeated. "It feels good, doesn't it?

"Let's go over to the bed," he suggested.

"No way," Seth said. "I don't wanna do this."

"Sure you do, Seth boy. Just relax and let it up to me."

He pushed, more than led, Seth to the narrow bed. Then he pressed down on his shoulders until Seth sat on the edge of the mattress. He stopped his protest as Frank knelt and removed his shoes and socks. When Frank told him to, he lay across the bed, but stiffly.

"Relax, Boy," Frank said as he undid Seth's belt. "You're way too tense," and he tugged Seth's jeans and shorts off with one motion.

Frank spread Seth's legs, knelt between them and started sucking his cock. It had been a long time since anyone had done this to Seth. The warmth and wetness of Frank's mouth, the soft friction on the head and shaft of his cock made him slightly dizzy. He moaned and couldn't resist moving his pelvis up with small thrusts to meet Frank's downward motions.

"You do like it," Frank said. This time it was not a question.

"Yes." Seth's assent was barely audible.

"Is this the first time anyone has ever sucked your cock?"

Seth's voice remained soft and low. "No," he admitted.

"No. I didn't think so. Does your girlfriend do this to you?"

"No"

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you, Smith?"

"No."

"You've never had a girlfriend, have you?"

"In high school . . ."

"You dated girls. I know. Took some sorry bitch to the prom, but you never had a girlfriend, did you, Seth?"

"I guess not."

"And why is that? No. Let me guess. You don't like girls in that way. Am I right?"

"Look," Seth said, planning to protest.

"So, it was your boyfriend who gave you blow jobs."

"No," Seth said. "I don't have a boyfriend. I never . . ."

"Who then, Seth? Your brother? The cute guy down the street?"

"A neighbor," Seth admitted.

"Ah-ha," Frank said. "Now we're getting somewhere. Was he older or younger than you?"

"Why all the questions?" Seth asked. He avoided looking at Frank.

"Just answer me, Smith. Who was this neighbor who used to suck your cock?"

"He was a kid who . . . He was younger than I. I'm not proud of . . . Listen Frank . . . ," Seth was clearly uncomfortable. "I don't know why you're pressing me about this."

"It's all right, Seth," Frank said. He lowered his voice. It was soft and reassuring. "Whatever happened, it's all right with me. I'm not going to judge you. I just want to know if it was something you liked. I think it's something you'd like to do with me."

Frank lowered his mouth to Seth's erection. He engulfed his balls in his big right hand and deep-throated his shaft. He sucked until he felt the young man's body tense. He lay prone on Seth and kissed him deeply; passionately.

Seth put his arms around Frank and held him close. "Nice," Frank whispered in is ear. "Now, I want you to suck me. You did this with your little friend, didn't you?"

"Yes," Seth admitted, "but I don't think . . ."

"Yes you do, Smith," Frank said. "In fact, you like sucking cock. You like me, don't you Seth?"

"I guess, but that doesn't mean . . ."

"Sure it does. It means exactly that. You like me and you want to give me pleasure."

"Why the hell should I . . ."

Frank cut him short. "Because that's the way it's going to be between us," he said. He put his big hands on Seth's shoulders. "Look at me," he said.

When Seth made eye contact, Frank said, "That's the way it's going to be from now on. You like me and you want me to be happy. It's within your power to make me happy." He reached down and grasped Seth's firm erection. He stroked it as he talked.

"You're not stupid, Smith. You're a college man, and this definitely is not rocket science. It's just a game that some people play and you are going to play it with me. We're going to play that I am your master and that you are my slave."

"This is crazy," Seth said.

Frank squeezed his balls and Seth grimaced in pain.

"My own little sex slave," Frank said. He pulled his legs up so that his knees were on either side of Seth's head and his denim covered crotch was above his mouth. "Suck it," he said. "Open my pants and make my man cock hard."

Seth started to move his hands to Frank's zipper but hesitated.

"You want to do it," Frank said. "You know that, and I know that, so do it. Open my pants," he ordered.

Seth lowered Frank's zipper.

Frank put his hands on either side of Seth's face and lifted it upward until their eyes met. "One thing," he said. "When I give you an order, you respond by saying, 'Yes, Sir.' Is that clear?"

Seth looked into Frank's dark eyes.

"Say it, Smith. Say 'Yes, Sir' to me.

"You want to suck my cock until it is hard and oozing its precum. You want to excite me and suck me until I explode my load on your tongue. You want to swirl my cum around in your mouth and taste it's flavor - my flavor. Tell me you want to suck my cock, Smith."

When Seth spoke, his voice was low and weak. "I want to suck your cock," he said.

"Sir," Frank reminded him.

"Sir," Seth said meekly.

"The whole thing, Smith. Say it."

"I want to suck your cock, Sir," Seth said.

And with that, the game was set. Frank released his hold on Seth's face. Seth finished opening Frank's jeans and lowered them and his boxers as far as he could. Frank's cock and balls were only inches from his mouth. He was aware of Frank's warmth and smell. He opened his mouth and Frank guided his cock to it. Hesitantly, Seth began to suck. He felt Frank's cock harden and lengthen in his mouth.

"Yes," Frank said. "You're hungry for my cock. Suck it, Boy."

He began a thrusting motion and was soon fucking Seth's mouth.

"Take it, Bitch Boy," he said, and he forced his cock to the back of Seth's tongue. Seth gagged and gasped for air. Frank lifted his pelvis enough to allow Seth to breathe.

"Easy," he said. "Take it all," and he forced his cock into the back of Seth's mouth again, and again Seth gagged. He tried to push Frank up and off him.

Frank rolled onto his back beside Seth. "Maybe a better idea would be for you to show me what you can do," he said. "You suck me."

Frank slid his pants and boxers completely off and spread his legs. "What are you waiting for, Boy?"

"I just don't think . . .,"

Frank grabbed Seth's face again in his big hands and pulled it to his own. His kiss was hard and Seth responded to it by opening his mouth and licking Frank's closed lips.

"No more hesitation and half refusals," Frank said into Seth's mouth. "Get between my legs and suck my cock."

Seth looked into Frank's eyes and moved. He knelt in the wide V Frank had created with his legs. He took Frank's cock in his hand. "It's big," he said. He lowered his mouth and began to suck. At first he just held the big knob in his mouth and swirled his tongue over it.

"Good boy," Frank said softly. "Suck it."

Seth lowered his mouth and took Frank deeper. He held his cock tightly with his tongue and raised and lowered his head slowly. With each downward move he took more of Frank's shaft.

"Good boy," Frank repeated. "Make me feel good. Suck that big dick."

Seth glanced again into Frank's eyes and lowered his mouth until Frank's glans was at the base of his tongue.

"Open your throat," Frank said. "Go down all the way until you feel my cock-head in your throat."

Seth went further, resisting the urge to gag. Frank placed his hands on either side of Seth's face and held it firmly as he began an upward thrusting. Seth forced his head up and looked into Frank's eyes.

"You can do it, Boy," Frank said.

"Yes, Sir," Seth said softly and again took Frank's cock in his throat.

"Swallow," Frank said.

Seth contracted the muscles of his throat and took Frank even deeper than before.

"Yes," Frank gasped. "Suck me."

Seth sucked harder. Frank fucked upward and Seth sucked and sucked.

"I'm going to come, Boy," Frank said. "Fuck! Goddamn!" And he spurted jet after jet of thick cum into the back of Seth's mouth. He held Seth's head in place until his ejaculation subsided and he relaxed on the bed.

"Swallow it," he ordered. "Swallow all of my man juice," and Seth swallowed Frank's big load.

"You're a good boy," Frank said. "I was right, wasn't I? You do love sucking cock, don't you?"

"It's something I think about doing sometimes," Seth admitted.

"Like when you're jacking off," Frank said.

"Yes," Seth admitted.

"Yes, what?' Frank asked.

"Yes, Sir." Seth was still unsure of what he was getting himself in for, but Frank was insistent, and Seth was a little bit afraid of him.

Frank propped himself up on his elbows. "Well," he said, "do it now. Jack out that load you've been building up."

"Now, Sir?" Seth asked.

"Hell, yes, now," Frank said. "I want to see your pretty balls bounce and churn out a heavy load. Now!"

"I've never jacked off with someone watching me," Seth said.

"Well, you're going to do it now."

"Yes, Sir," Seth said, and he laid back, spread his legs and began jacking.

Frank reached over and placed his hand against Seth's asshole. He put his long middle finger in Seth's mouth to wet it with spit. He inserted it in Seth's asshole and fucked him with it. Seth moaned softly and jacked himself while Frank finger-fucked him. He wriggled his ass as he jacked, and squeezed his ass ring around Frank's intruding finger. He felt the familiar tingle and moaned as he came. The first spurt hit his shoulder. He shot four more forceful jets and several smaller ones that pooled in the hollow of his chest and in his navel.

"Impressive load," Frank said. "You're a good boy. You didn't disappoint."

"Thank you, Sir," Seth said.

Frank scooped the largest glob of Seth's cum and held it to Seth's mouth. "Open," he said. Seth did and Frank inserted the cummy fingers. "Lick them. Get all your cum off my fingers and swallow it."

Seth looked into Frank's eyes and swallowed. "Good boy," Frank said. He tousled Seth's hair. "You are a very good boy," he said.

"Thank you, Sir." Frank detected some timid pride in Seth's response. He Lowered his lips and kissed Seth long and tenderly.

"My instincts about you were right," Frank said. "Next time we'll expand your horizons a little."

"Yes, Sir," said Seth. "Anything you say."

"Fuckin' right, Boy," Frank said. "Anything I say is absolutely the rule."

"Yes, Sir," Seth repeated.