Jim Scott Likes to Have Fun

(I)

Livingston Hall, located at one of the swarms of state schools located in the Midwest, is where we begin. At one said University in Kansas, the dormitory was a beehive of activity. Out in the hall people were running in both directions and occasionally colliding with each other. It was getting close to Spring break and people were antsy and wanted to get things wound up. If you imagine what is being described is almost like being seen through a television screen. Imagine that the screen advances halfway down the hall and then shifts to the right into a student’s room. Outside, people are running around like crazy, trying to get here and there, or do this or that by such a time. The scene in the room that we just shifted into is a whole lot different.

Inside this room, is your standard two-man college dormitory room, its current occupants; one Jim Scott, who is a 24-year-old graduate student is lying naked, sideways on his bed. He is right on the back of his 18 years old roommate, Bill Hendrix.

Jim was working on his thesis in psychology, and Bill was his newest acquired member to his stable of slaves. Jim was what most everyone at the age of 24 wants to be. He is a decent-sized fellow, that works out so his is well built and in good shape. His preference was submissive guys that would let you dance on the razor’s edge of extreme with them. He was 6’2” and was a good 215 lbs. without an ounce of fat. He had curly blond hair that he usually wore some kind of cap on, not because he had to, but he just preferred to. Good looking, articulate, great sense of humor he had it all. Considering what he was doing now was sexual in nature it probably would not hurt to mention he was packing serious business between the legs that was 9” and had quite a bit of girth. He was one of those people that seemed to keep an eternal tan, and the webcam that would pick up the sideview of a young naked Caucasian man would be viewed. There would be much jacking off, wanking, whatever the word for that is where you are located as they watched him work his rock hard and muscular ass as he fucked Bill.

Bill Hendrix was a classic nerd, but he was not unpleasant to look at, had learned in less than a week to completely be able to deepthroat Jim without the slightest gag anymore. He had kind of short sandy blond hair, and without wearing his glasses had crystal blue eyes which were more easily noticed.

Jim Currently had Bill in quite the predicament now. Bill could not move his arms or legs because Jim had run two bands of shrink wrap around him and he did not spare materials. He was not going anywhere. Directly behind him, Jim had carefully made openings where he could get every inch of his big cock up the little walking brain. Plus, he could reach everything he needed, his balls, which were zipped up tightly in a constriction sack. Jim had ordered Bill to spread his legs a bit and reached in front of him and pulled his hard dick behind him underneath him with it smooshed up against his constricted ball sack and grabbed Bill’s raised leg when he had it pointed as much backwards as he could get it. Bill had been standing in this position, told to squeeze his legs, when they were wrapped. He had tight adjustable bands around his body, immobilizing him from much movement at all.

Next to where just a few feet away, all kinds of people were running around left and right. Bill was all wrapped up as he was getting every single bit of Jim’s dick pushed in and out of his ass. It was a quick and hard pace Jim was using and it was rocking Bill’s body making it shake every time he thrusted forward. Jim was really throwing it to him, and it was making him feel so good, each stroke.

Jim was not worried about Bill making too much noise, because before he had tied him up and Jim had taken his clothes off. He had taken his underwear, which he had worn to bed last night and stuffed them into Bills mouth and taped the mouth solidly shut. So, he was laying behind Bill right now ramming his big dick in and out of him. Jim had also reached around to where he could easily pinch Bill’s nose closed, for a little breath play. There was no alarm apparent in Bill’s eyes, this was well known waters with him. Jim had just run across him sitting at an outside café and had walked up to him. The two had just met after the start of this semester, Jim had conquered him in no time.

He had looked around and reached down and said quietly, “Throw that away and get your pussy ass up to the room, you have some work to do.”

After that he had walked away, and Bill got up and threw most of a tray full of food away and headed towards where they were now.

It is easy to fast forward: time was a factor today, so Jim had had Bill suck his dick long enough to get it hard, then use his lips to apply the lube which was being liberally squeezed out onto Bill’s lips liberally by Jim. Once the big man’s dick was hard and good and lubed ne got up and slid in behind Bill and immediately set to pushing his cock up into him. He reached up with is right hand and grabbed Bill’s right leg and used it for leverage and pull himself closer to Bill to facilitate the entrance. He had finally gotten it all slid inside Bill. Jim thought, ‘Some nerds do have their uses, damn that feels good!’

So, now he was following the natural order of things in fucking; 1). first you stick you dick in, 2). then you fuck. He was now once again showing this little nerd just exactly how that worked. Damn, Jim could not decide today, so it was, (Coin time.) as he finished a good round of nose pinching.

He reached over and picked up his magic coin, he had three of these. This is the one he used most frequently, and it was a sex-toy coin each having one side. Two could be fun from time to sort of rig the game. The coin had two sides which when flipped would decide where he would shoot his cum when he got off. The two he was not using, were both tricks that would always turn up the place you wanted as it was the same image on both sides. On the one he was using; one side of the coin was of someone bent over set to take it up the ass. The other was an image of a person with their mouth wide open. So, he flipped the coin, it landed on this slave’s side. He picked it up and looked and it was the picture of some person with their mouths wide-open. That meant in a few minutes he would be pulling his big wet dick out of Bill’s ass and then putting it back into his mouth. Well, he had to have someplace to shoot all that cum.

They had some medium volume music playing, it was a tune Jim liked, so he rocked his hips and slid his dick in and out of the nerd to the rhythm of it. Jim leaned his neck in close and smelled the back of Bill’s neck and hair. ‘Fuck Yeah!’ Last week had been this bitch’s birthday, so he had gotten him some expensive bath salts, body washes, moisturizers, that kind of stuff. It was all brands made for women, so this little whore walked around smelling like one. This thought sent a ripple down his spine, and he pumped his frustrations out on Bill’s ass as he was really driving now. He was driving close to the double line is what he was doing, so he pulled out of Bill and went around and presented his big cock to be sucked. This one was intimidated by his size, so Bill opened his mouth and moved his head forward and swallowed the head of Jim’s dick. Jim slowly pushed it, as Bill worked his tongue in concert with him, till he was balls deep down the nerd’s throat. He got there and jetted his hips for a bit of light bouncing, and his dick began to spasm and unload its payload down Bill’s throat.

Jim thought he was about half done so he pulled straight back and suddenly his dick was pointed closely to Bills face squirting cum all over it. When he was finished, he untied the nerd and pulled his baby spoon he wore on of one of those metal chokers that Jim made all his slaves do.

Jim said, “I should not have to tell you this, but use the spoon and scoop the little pools of cum on your face off and eat it all.”

He sat back and watched as Bill began to do this, but he was not moving fast enough for him.

He growled, “Give me that fucking spoon.”

Bill did and Jim used it to start doing just that, till Bill’s face was sticky but mostly clean.

Jim thought he would have some fun with the nerd,” I should make you go the rest of the day and follow your regular schedule with all that sticky stuff from my cum still all over your face.”

The big guy took his phone and clicked a picture of his face. That picture would update the one from the beginning of the semester on all his social sites where you could choose to show your stable if they were 18+ and consented. Jim always made a game of doing this because when you went to display a new image, he would make that slave read the agreement and click, ‘I Agree’.

Jim got up and walked over and got a fresh box of wet wipes out of a drawer. Opened it and sit it on the bed next to Bill.

He sat down beside him and laid back, “First your tongue and then the wet wipes, clean it good bitch or you will wish you would have.” Jim watched the cute young man get to work and knew he was loving this in his own way. Just like the same way he liked being able to exercise such power over his slaves. There had to be people that loved surrendering control just as much.

In a studio apartment across the main drag from the university, it is two days later and 2:12 AM. Another 19-year-old member of Jim’s studio unlocked his apartment and came in. He put his stuff on the desk and turned the light on and sitting there in the dark was Jim in his Lazy Boy and he had his fly open, and his big dick was just hanging sideways out of it. This was Sam Shepard’s apartment and he smiled and walked timidly towards Jim. This was rule #9 but if you belonged to Jim, he would have keys to your apartment as part of your contract. Could come and go as he wished and sitting there looking at Sam’s muscled and tanned legs, he started to get itchy. He believed it was time for him to wish for himself to cum. That would be thanks due to Sam’s efforts mostly here shortly.

Jim said, “Lose all the clothing right where you are.”

He very gently stroked himself as he watched Sam undress, plus he was doing it right, no tan lines. Sam was his newest edition, so he would not be quite so hard on him physically, but some degradation is always helpful at this stage. After he told him to, Sam came over, tuned his back to him and let Jim put a pair of handcuffs on him that were specially made. Coming from the center chain was a smaller restraint cuff and it was snapped around the balls which made sure those hands could not be slid under the feet, especially when he also put a pair of ankle cuffs on him and. ran a small chain to the handcuffs,

He was told to turn around and Jim had taken off his shoes and socks. He ordered Sam to get his face down close to his feet. When the handsome young man obliged, he spit on his feet in several places. There was plenty of play in the chains to allow him to maneuver the slave however he wanted but keep those hands behind his back.

“Lick that off while you reach up here and play with my big boner. Just go to town on it, do anything but stop, till I say you can.”

This presented Sam with a clear dilemma, the priority was to obey above all else. He had been given an order that would require his hands and they were handcuffed. It would be interesting to see how he solved that one. Sam was nodding his head which was the signal, minus mouthful of dick, had for, ‘May I please speak Master?’ If Jim had your mouth good and stuffed for you with his big dick, a very gentle double nip by the teeth worked.

Jim said, “What is it?”

Sam said, “Master, I am wondering if you will do me a couple of favors?”

Jim said, “That is according to what they are?”

Sam laid down on his back and used his feet to get into position so he could lay with his face where Jim could easily sit his feet on his face and access his mouth. He wrapped each of his legs coming around each way so he could now get to Jim’s cock with both his feet.

He asked, “Master if I may, will you kindly sit your feet on my face and pour some of that lube on your dick so I can make you feel good Master.”

Jim smiled as he took several photos of this and transmitted one to the local club, he hung out in. Sam being gay and a propensity to be a real freak was not exactly a state secret. Jim leaned over and spit liberally down on where his feet where on Sam’s face and he applied lube to his cock, and to Sam’s feet and held them in position. He also removed the ankle cuffs to give him better ability to stretch all that around his dick more comfortably for him. Sam provided the up and down muscle action needed to properly stimulate the master’s cock.

Sam really worked hard on both ends he was going at, and Jim was feeling the tingle quickly, that had been hotter than he had expected. He gets up and gets on his hands and knees above Sam with his head facing his slave’s feet. He reached down and pointed his dick down towards where Sam’s mouth was.

He told Sam. “Open wide and catch as much as you can, and I am coming in to dock when I am finished.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jim reached down with a lubed-up hand and grabbed the shaft of his dick and worked it. That did not take long as big shots of cum started flying out of the end of his cock. He ruled! Most of it had come down as kind of a solid line to begin with but ended up as a drip and most all landed in his bitch’s mouth. Jim thought, ‘That was a flawless squirt, with a gravity assist, also helping to a lesser degree was his eager slave’s tongue really getting it wide. He had got that video with his phone, and it would be the shot of the night, tomorrow.

“Good job and creative thinking, you are one clever cock sucker.”

Sam held up the universal symbol for just a minute please as cum was still dripping into his open mouth. Jim watched this happening wearing an evil grin and it sharpened with each drip. ‘Damn!’ he thought, ‘Sometimes it is just great being me.’

When it finally stopped dripping, he made eye contact with Jim, smiled, and said, “Thank you for the compliments, Master and for using me like the miserable cum rag that I am.”

Now Jim smiled, and said, “It is the least I can do.”

Jim got up and put only his underwear back on. He said, “Take a shower, come to bed with me, as I will be staying here tonight. Don’t bother with any clothing yourself, it saves me from having to tear it off from you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jim’s world was good.