I woke with a start, my body covered in sweat. For a second, I couldn’t remember where I was. The room was dark, and I could feel something warm and heavy draped across my waist. I touched it softly, feeling the hairy flesh. It was the congressman’s arm.
How had I ended up here, again? I couldn’t remember falling asleep in his room. My memories were all swirled, jumbled up from the night before.
Ashley on her back, her legs in the air.
Me on the bed, my legs on the congressman’s shoulders.
The feeling of his fingers inside me.
His tongue, probing and insistent.
He had unlocked something in me I’d never felt before. It was terrifying, and messy, but also electrifying. I felt like I was on a runaway rollercoaster, and the last thing I wanted to do was to get off.
“Mmmmm…” The congressman stirred in his sleep, his hand sliding across my belly as he pulled me in close to his body.
I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was naked, as was I. His pubes scratched my butt as he slowly rocked his pelvis back and forth. Something hard was poking me in between my cheeks–I didn’t have to think too hard to imagine what that could be. I knew I should flee, should get out of here as quickly as possible and leave this all behind. I could go back to Texas, or go somewhere else and try to start again. He couldn’t sue me if he couldn’t find me. If I left quickly enough, he might just forget about me entirely after a while.
The thought dangled like a lever for an escape hatch. I didn’t have to be here. I still had a choice. Right?
But even as I played the tape forward in my mind, I knew I could never give this life up. As much as I hated to admit it, I still wanted to be like Adrian. I wanted power. I wanted the kind of respect he commanded in Washington. Sure, the man was a pervert and a hypocrite, but that seemed to matter little in the face of power. If I played along with his little game, if I… kept giving myself to him, I had the whole world laid out in front of me.
I had already given in this much–was it really worth it to back out now?
But if I was being honest with myself, it wasn’t just the thought of power that kept me in that bed. It was the fact that, as I considered my escape and debated the worth of my soul, I was slowly rocking my hips back and forth to make him hard. I hated the part of me that wanted to know how it would feel touching that delicate place between my cheeks.
Would it tingle the way his tongue had? Would it make me leak again? Was he right–would I soon be begging him to bend me over and have his way with me?
As the tip of his cock rubbed up against my special place, a chill went through me.
No. Anything but that.
I would play the game, find a way to turn this to my advantage, but I drew the line at that.
I wasn’t a faggot.
The congressman’s cock prodded against my hole. He wasn’t awake yet, but even in sleep, his body yearned for mine.
I lifted his arm to roll out from under him. I should have gone to my room, gotten dressed for the day and left the congressman to sleep. But as I stared at him in the bed, the blanket tented with his morning wood, I couldn’t help myself from sliding underneath the covers to take a closer look.
His cock lay draped across his belly, thick and unmoving. His stomach raised and lowered with every breath, pushing his cock closer to my face. I stared at it for a moment. Even as a straight guy, I had to admit it was fucking impressive. It just looked so damn virile, an obvious signifier of Adrian’s masculinity. This was the cock that had brought two children into the world, the same one that had so thoroughly unmanned me as it slid past my lips and shot its seed deep into my belly.
I felt an overwhelming urge to touch it again, to taste it on my tongue once more.
I gently lapped the underside of the head with my tongue. I heard the congressman take in a sharp draw of breath, but he didn’t seem to awaken. I took it in my hand and pulled back the foreskin, watching the pink head pop in and out as my fingers worked. My mouth watered at the sight of it. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, savoring the taste of the congressman’s flesh. I bobbed my head up and down on it, trying to take it deeper into my mouth with each descent. It was hard and stiff in my mouth, bumping up against the walls of my throat as it descended ever deeper inside me.
I heard the congressman moan, then felt the covers slide off me as my fellatio was revealed.
Adrian laughed. “That’s a hell of a wakeup call.” He put his hand on my head and kneaded my hair. “I love it when a boy shows initiative.”
My cheeks burned with shame, but I continued blowing him, using my lips to slide his foreskin back and forth. The congressman lay his head back on his pillow and sighed, leaving me to my efforts. I had to be good, had to show the congressman that I was more than just a glorified cocksucker if I had any hope of moving up the ladder. If I could prove to him that I was willing, if I could make myself invaluable to him, maybe I could get some more freedom.
“Don’t forget the balls, son,” he said, lying back with his arms stretched behind his head.
I grabbed his balls and squeezed, feeling their weight and heft in my hand. I worked his cock deeper into my throat, feeling it slide further into me until at last I could feel his bushy pubes against my nose. It felt almost like his cock was in my stomach now, that’s how long it was. I swallowed, causing him to let out a groan and tousle my hair again.
“Fuck, you’re such a good cocksucker, Scotty,” he said.
I hated how good those words made me feel. Demeaning as it was, his praise meant everything to me. I worked his cock back and forth in my throat, squeezing his balls as I milked them dry. He lifted his hips off the bed, his fingers clutching the sheets as he grew close to orgasm. This time, I knew it was coming, and I was able to brace for it.
The congressman let out a grunt as the first shot of cum fired deep into me. I kept my eyes locked on his, determined to stay connected to him as he fed me his seed. We stared at each other, our eyes intertwined as the congressman’s essence spilled from his body into mine. When he was done, my belly was full, my dick was hard, and he had a look of adoration on his face.
“Come here, boy,” he said as he pulled me off his cock and up towards his lips. He kissed me deeply, his tongue seeking out the remains of his cum in my mouth. It was so fucking emasculating, but I gave myself over to the kiss nonetheless.
“That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had,” he said when he let me go.
“Thank you, sir,” I said shyly.
He nuzzled me with his nose and let out a grunt. “Fuck, I could stay here with you all weekend. Just put that mouth to work and diddle you till Monday.”
That was the last thing I wanted (or so I thought), but I smiled anyway.
He sighed. “But I gotta go or I’m gonna be late.”
I tilted my head, confused. “Where are you going?”
He stood, wiping his cock off on the sheets. “Gotta fly back to Texas in a couple of hours. I go back most weekends.”
He walked over to the dresser, his muscular ass wobbling with each step. “I’ll fly back late on Sunday, so don’t worry about dinner.”
“So you’ll be gone until Sunday night?” I asked. “What do you want me to do until then?”
He tucked his huge, limp cock into a pair of boxer briefs and shot me a smile. “Whatever you want, babe. The weekend is yours.”
I sat up, my spirits lifting. Finally, some time to myself. I could do with a bit of thinking time if I was going to come up with some kind of plan to find my way out of this.
He strode over to the dresser and grabbed his wallet. He shoved a few bills in my hand.
“Why don’t you buy yourself something pretty? A little bonus for showing initiative.” He winked at me.
I looked at the bills. There were five hundred-dollar bills. I’d never even held that kind of money. But it left a dry feeling in my mouth. Was this what I was? A whore who got a fistful of cash when he was done being used?
The congressman left for the airport with his driver shortly after. Since I was off the clock, I decided it was time to get out of my demeaning uniform and put on something a little less objectifying. Sadly, the only clothes I had with me were the ones Julien had sent home with me from the store. I rifled through them, then picked out a relatively normal ensemble–a black and gold button-down shirt and a pair of designer jeans.
My phone rang–Ashley. She was the last person I wanted to talk to after everything I’d seen last night. I hit ignore and walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee. I grabbed my computer from my bag and set it on the counter. It was time to come up with a plan.
I downed cup after cup of coffee as I went through my options. I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself–I’d learned my lesson from the whole NDA fiasco. That meant Congressman O’Brien was out. Of course, he’d already proven himself untrustworthy after he’d ratted me out to Adrian. For all I knew, he was the reason I was in this mess in the first place. He’d been so eager to recommend the job with Adrian, I was willing to ignore what I could see now were obvious red flags.
It was clear I was on my own. With an ironproof contract and the NDA dangling over me, the only way out was up. I would have to keep making myself useful to the congressman and hope that I wouldn’t lose myself in the process. He seemed to accept that I wouldn’t let him fuck me, but who knew how long that would last? My only option would be to find something more useful than my body: information.
I pulled out the card that the Speaker’s assistant had given me. It had his name and position at the top: Tim Olsen, Executive Assistant to the Speaker of the House of Representatives. Hilariously, he’d listed his office address as the United States Capitol, Washington, DC. Clearly, he had high thoughts of himself. I picked up my phone and dialed.
“Hello?” His voice sounded bored.
“Is this Tim? It’s Scott Pierson, Congressman Adrian’s assistant.”
“Assistant?” I could hear amusement in his voice. “I thought you were his houseboy.”
Asshole. I wish I could punch him in that smug, pouty face of his.
“Right,” I continued. “Well, I thought maybe I could take you up on your offer.”
“Mm, and what offer was that?”
My skin crawled. Of course, he was going to make me say it.
“Maybe we can meet up tonight? To talk?”
“Maybe,” said Tim. “You ever been to Crew Club?”
“No,” I said. “Is that like a bar?”
“Sauna. Meet me there at 8. Bring a pair of sandals.”
He hung up. I set the phone down and sighed. It seemed I would have to go down even deeper before I could get out.
I spent the rest of the afternoon trekking my stuff from my apartment to Adrian’s townhouse. I didn’t know when I’d be back at my place, and I wanted to make sure I had everything at my disposal. As the clock grew closer to eight, I left the apartment and started walking toward Downtown. Before I made it halfway down the block, a man rolled down his window and called out at me.
“Need a ride?”
A man in sunglasses sat behind the wheel of an SUV. It took me a second to recognize Adrian’s driver.
“Oh, no, thank you,” I said.
“Where you headed? I’ll take you.”
I shook my head. “I’m just meeting a friend. It’s just around the corner.”
“Suit yourself.” He rolled up the window.
I rounded the corner, then took off as quickly as I could. What was he doing there? Was he spying on me? Adrian was out of town; he should be home with his family or something. The thought of Adrian sending someone to keep tabs on me sent shivers down my spine. I didn’t know if Adrian would approve of what I was up to. Better for me to keep this under wraps until I had something concrete.
I made it to Crew Club right at eight. There were a few men outside the door, smoking cigarettes and chatting. One of them, a thin guy with a dangly pearl earring and neon green eyeshadow, gave me a once-over as I walked past.
“Hey,” he said, peeling away from his friends. “Your first time?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said. I wasn’t looking to linger out here.
His voice was liquid honey. “I’m Owen. I’ve got a room in there if you wanna meet up later. It’s by the pool.”
My face turned ruddy. “Okay,” I said awkwardly, then hurried inside. I could hear the sound of his friends laughing at him as I walked through the door.
“Bitch, you are so shameless,” one guy howled.
I checked my phone to see a text from Tim: “Meet me in the sauna on the second floor.”
The guy at the front desk asked for my ID, so I handed it to him. He looked at it for a moment, then handed it back to me. “All right, you get in free. Here’s your locker key. You want to rent a changing room?”
I took the wristband with the key attached to it. “Um, no thanks. It’s free, really? How do you make money with a free sauna?”
“18-24 get in free,” said the man. “But you still gotta pay if you want to rent a room.”
I didn’t want to ask why that was. “I’ll just take the locker, thanks.” I grabbed the key from him and headed up the stairs.
The lounge was dotted with big leather chairs and a flat screen TV in the center of the room. I was shocked to see hardcore gay porn playing as a muscular man railed another buff guy from behind. Men were lounging around in towels or jockstraps. There was even one guy who was fully nude, his cock hanging down almost to his knees.
I would be avoiding him, for sure.
I averted my eyes and headed for the room with the lockers. I found mine and began to disrobe, grabbing a towel from a nearby rack and draping it over myself. Then I took the money the congressman had given me earlier and tucked it into my wristband.
The hallway to the sauna was lined with doors to changing rooms on either side. I could hear the sound of grunting and moaning coming out of some of the rooms. One of the doors was open to reveal a man lying on all fours, his asshole presented for the world to see. There was a row of black marks drawn on his left ass cheek that I realized in horror were tallies.
Jesus fucking Christ. What kind of animals would hang out in a place like this?
Ignoring the blood pulsing to my dick, I tore my eyes away and hurried past before he could beckon me in. I found the sauna at the end of the hall. I peered through the small glass to see only a couple of guys in there. Two men were sitting close to the door, deep in conversation. Tim sat in the corner, his head leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. His body looked perfect, ripped and sweaty. It made me jealous.
As I walked in, the two men looked up at me, then went back to their conversation.
I sat down next to Tim, careful to keep my junk covered by the towel.
“Thanks for meeting me,” I said.
He opened his eyes, drooping his head lazily to the side to look at me. His face stretched into a wide smile. “I totally thought you’d flake.”
“Why?”
“You don’t strike me as the type.”
“I’m not,” I admitted. “Gay, I mean. I’m straight.”
Tim laughed. “Of course you are.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means, what does it matter? Straight, gay. We’re all straight for the world to see, but we fuck guys on our own time. Sometimes we even enjoy it.”
“That’s not me,” I said. “I mean… that’s not what I want. I didn’t sign up for this.”
Tim shrugged. “Yet here you are. Clearly, there’s something you want?”
I looked at the other two men in the sauna. They were paying us no attention. One man was on his knees now, his mouth bobbing up and down on the other guy’s cock. The man receiving the blowjob had his eyes closed, his jaw slack with pleasure.
I tore my eyes away to look back at Tim, who was grinning at me. “The other day, you mentioned you had information about your boss.”
“Did I?” said Tim. “And what makes you think I would tell you?”
“I… I can pay you for it.” I pulled the hundred-dollar bills the congressman had given me out of my wristband.
Tim laughed. “Wow, all that for me?” He spread his leg to the side, letting his junk fall out onto the sauna bench. “Money doesn’t interest me.”
I had to look. His cock was long, thin, and cut. He tugged on it a couple of times, then let it fall onto his hanging ballsack.
I swallowed. “What do you want?”
Tim smiled. “What are you offering?”
“I… I could jerk you off.”
Tim laughed. “Really? State secrets in exchange for a handjob? He’s getting more than that for free.”
He nodded at the guys in the corner. The man who had been on his knees a moment earlier was now crouched in the lap of the other man. The man’s cock was in his asshole, slowly sliding in and out as they kissed.
I had never seen two people fucking before. The sight disgusted me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Now, if you could offer me that…”
I finally turned back to Tim. “I don’t… I don’t do that.”
“You’re not a side or something, are you?” he scoffed.
“I don’t… I don’t get fucked,” I said meekly.
Tim slid closer to me. He put his hand on my thigh, then slid it underneath my towel. “Maybe I’m the one who wants to get fucked,” he whispered in my ear.
I shuddered at the feeling of his lips nibbling at my ear. My cock was growing hard as he slid his hand up the smooth skin of my leg.
I gasped when he wrapped his fingers around me. “I… I don’t…”
“Shh,” said Tim. He stroked me underneath the towel. “I miss getting fucked. The speaker is a total bottom.”
He pulled off the towel with his other hand and let it drop to the side. My cock was hard as a nail and fully exposed.
“Please,” I said, glancing over at the men fucking in the corner. “Not here.”
Tim nodded. “I have a room.”
Despite my better judgment, I let him lead me out of the sauna and back into the hallway where the changing rooms were. The grunting sounded louder now, the hallway echoing with men getting their rocks off inside of each other. Would that be me, in a few moments?
Tim walked to a door in the middle and unlocked it with the key from his wristband.
“After you.”
The room was small, almost half the size of my college dorm. All there was was a red leather bed raised a few feet off the ground and a mirror on the opposite side of the wall.
“How does this work?” I asked nervously as I sat on the bed.
Tim shut the door, then turned to face me. “I’ll tell you what,” he said, wrapping his arms around my neck. “I’m going to show you, and you just follow my lead.”
He kissed me deeply, climbing on top of me as I lay back against the bed. The towel slipped off his waist and fell to the floor as he rubbed himself against me. My hands gripped the sides of his waist, squeezing the soft flesh. His stomach was flat and studded with abs–I’d never seen someone in this kind of shape. Curious, my fingers traced over the muscles on his abdomen, feeling the hardness of his abs. My cock was hard again, and I started raising my hips to meet his thrusts.
Every touch felt electrifying. He ran his hands down my chest, squeezing my pecs and kneading my stomach. I felt a moment of self-consciousness over my stomach, especially compared to his perfection, but it dissipated as he kissed a trail of kisses down my body. He continued down until he was face-to-face with my cock.
“Fuck, it looks so yummy,” he said. He stuck out his tongue, licking the tip. I shivered. He enveloped my cock with his mouth, taking me down to the root in one swallow. My fingers gripped the leather of the bed tightly as he blew me. I’d only had one blow job before, and that was from Julien. This felt just as good, even more so now that I was open to receiving it. Without even meaning to, I bucked my hips up to get more stimulation out of Tim’s mouth, edging that much closer to an orgasm.
As if sensing I was close, Tim pulled off my cock. He wiped the saliva off his lips and grinned at me. “Get up,” he said.
I stood, my cock pointing out in front of me. Tim got on his hands and knees on the bed, just like I’d seen the guy before in the other room. “Okay,” he said gruffly. “Put it in me.”
My heart was racing. I’d spent so long imagining my first time. I always thought it would be on my wedding night in some kind of honeymoon suite. But here I was, rock hard in front of one of the prettiest men I’d ever seen, kneeling on all fours in front of me. His ass was perfect, two rock-hard globes of pale flesh. I could see his asshole peeking out at me from between his cheeks, pink and pulsing. It looked so inviting, almost hypnotic. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees behind him, my hands gripping his ass as I dove in tongue first.
“Fuck!” shouted Tim.
I slithered my tongue inside him, eager to replicate the things the congressman had done to me the night before. I ate him hungrily, my tongue lapping up his asshole as I slobbered all over it. The sound of his moans urged me on, making me feel big and powerful. This must be what Adrian felt like, having some guy submit to you like this. Especially someone as ripped and beautiful as Tim. I ran my fingers over the dense muscles of his back, turned on by the physical perfection of his body.
“Jesus, I can’t take it anymore!” he cried out suddenly. “Just do it!”
I lifted my mouth from his asshole, wiping away the saliva on my chin. I crawled forward until my knees were directly behind him, my cock lined up perfectly with his hole. It was like an arrow pointing directly to his asshole–all I had to do was push forward and I’d be in. I’d spent my whole life hearing about how disgusting and unnatural anal sex was, yet all I wanted to do was put my dick inside him until I was buried to the balls.
I spit on my hand, rubbed it on the head of my cock, and plunged forward to a place I’d never gone before.
“Ohhh…” Tim moaned as I entered him.
His hole felt warm and wet on my cock, even better than his mouth had felt. There was a tightness you couldn’t replicate with anything else, a suction that drew my cock in as I slid deeper inside him.
This was it–I was losing my virginity.
It felt fucking incredible.
I pushed forward, slowly but surely, my hands gripping his waist to steady myself. It was like my cock was vibrating, the pleasure pulsing through me and urging me forward at all costs.
All too soon, I felt my pelvis bumping up against his ass as my cock was all the way inside him. I nearly passed out with pleasure as I felt his hole squeeze my cock once, twice, three times.
“Fuck me,” he moaned.
Gripping his flesh tightly, I pulled my cock out a few inches, then plunged it back in. He moaned loudly, which encouraged me as I rocked back and forth. My cock was coming out a little more each time, my strokes growing longer and longer as I fucked him. The feeling was incredible, even better than I’d ever been told. His butthole was like a vice, milking my cock dry and draining my brain.
“Jesus,” I moaned. “Your ass is… fuck, dude. It’s incredible!”
My fingers slid from his skin as I humped him, the sweat making it difficult to maintain my grip. I barely knew what I was doing, but it was as if my body knew for me. I thrust against him again and again, chasing the pleasure of his body. His moans floated out from underneath him, egging me on with every push.
As my thighs became slick with sweat, I felt my knees give out underneath me. My body came crashing down on top of his, but I continued thrusting with all my might. It was all I could think of anymore, all I needed. We were both lying flat on our stomachs, groaning with the pleasure of it now. Tim’s hand slid underneath him, tugging on his cock as I continued pumping his ass. Without thinking, my mouth went to his neck, kissing and licking and biting. Every moan, every cry, every whimper urged me forward. I wanted him to like it, wanted him to know it was me who gave him this pleasure. It was almost like I was regressing, becoming more and more primal with every thrust. Nothing else mattered anymore. Not his pleasure, not the congressman–just the feeling on my cock as it slid inside him.
Then I felt something completely unexpected–a warm, wet sensation on my hole. At first, I thought it was just sweat, but when I felt a hand on my lower back, I realized we were no longer alone.
I cocked my head to see a flash of green peeking out at me from a mass of brown curls–it was Owen, the boy from outside.
He lifted his mouth from my hole and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, it just looked so yummy.”
“I… what are you-”
“Don’t mind me,” he said nonchalantly. “I’m just tasting you.”
He dove back onto my hole, his tongue wiggling its way inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head; the pleasure was so intense. It felt like it was coming at me from all angles.
Tim reached back and gripped my ass tightly. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
Turning back to the man underneath me, I resumed my thrusting. I could feel Owen’s hands on my ass cheeks, spreading me open with his thumbs as he latched onto my hole with his mouth. It was too much for me–I’d never felt this kind of pleasure before, this overwhelming, full-body assault on my senses.
“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” I said, my voice catching in my throat.
“Do it,” Tim commanded.
“I… I should pull out-”
“No!” His voice was desperate. “Don’t you dare. Breed me, Scott. Cum in me!”
Between Tim underneath me and Owen chowing down behind me, there was nothing else I could do. I wrapped my arms around his chest and slammed my cock as far into him as it would go. My seed left me in short bursts, shooting out of me and tunneling far, far into Tim’s body. Owen’s tongue was like a finger on the trigger, eliciting bigger, fuller spurts of cum until all that came out was a slow, steady dribble. I rested my face against Tim’s sweaty back, breathing heavily as I soaked in the scent of musk and cum that filled the small room.
“That was fucking hot,” Owen said. He stood, naked and erect. He glanced at where my cock was still buried in Tim’s ass. “Can I clean you off?”
I pushed myself up onto my knees, my cock falling out with a small plop. A trickle of cum pooled in Tim’s asshole as it quickly closed behind it. My cock was wet and limp. I supposed a clean towel wouldn’t be unwelcome.
“Sure,” I said.
Tim sat up and clapped me on the shoulder. “Why don’t you give us both a good rinse?” he said good-naturedly.
Owen’s eyes lit up. “Yes, sir!” Before I could register what was happening, he was back on his knees, slurping my spent cock into his mouth. It felt extra sensitive after I’d cum, but Owen’s tongue was gentle and thorough as he sucked the juices and excess cum from me. When he’d finished, he let my cock pop out of his mouth, then gave it a kiss.
“My turn,” Tim said with a smirk. He lay back, spreading his legs as Owen dove onto his cock. He gripped the boy’s curls tightly as he blew him, swallowing the cum that he’d shot while I was fucking him. He maintained eye contact with me the whole time, his face expressing a wave of emotions as Owen sucked him. There was a smugness in his eyes, a sense of satisfaction, as if he’d corrupted me. Perhaps he had.
When Tim’s dick was nice and clean, he pushed Owen away and sat up.
“Leave us,” he said, not looking at Owen. “We have some business to discuss.”
Owen wiped his mouth and stood. “If you’re up for a second round, I’m by the pool.” He smiled at me before leaving.
Tim shut the door behind him, then turned to me. “Well, that was fun,” he said with a grin.
He sat on my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck. “You really know how to work that thing,” he whispered in my ear, then kissed me.
His body felt good on mine, but having cum so recently, I was able to ignore that and push him away. “You said you had information for me.”
Tim pouted. “All work and no play. Fine, I suppose you’ve held up your end of the bargain.”
He stood and walked over to the mirror, admiring his naked reflection. He looked like an Adonis in the light, every muscle perfectly sculpted.
“I can’t tell you anything about my boss–he made me sign an NDA and I’d be skinned alive if I spilled his secrets,” he said, tracing a line down his abs. “But I can tell you that you and I aren’t the only kept boys in Washington.”
“There are others? Who?” I asked.
He smiled at me through the mirror. “Why don’t you see for yourself? We like to meet up every now and then. Commiserate on our… better halves. Gossip.” He turned to face me. “A boy like you should be able to pick up all kinds of secrets.”
“When are you meeting next?”
He shrugged. “Who knows? Could be tomorrow, could be in a month.”
“I can’t wait a month.” I stood. “Please, you gotta give me something. The congressman is…”
I stopped myself. I didn’t know who was listening, and I wasn’t sure if I could trust Tim to keep things between us. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“He wants something from me that I can’t give him,” I finished lamely.
Tim laughed. “Oh, sweet boy. These little lines in the sand mean nothing to men like Thomas Adrian. It’s just a challenge for him to see how much he can get from you. You want my advice?”
He ran his fingertips across my stomach, then curled them through my pubic hair. “Give him whatever he wants. It’s only gonna help you in the long run.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. “You said you would give me something.”
He rolled his eyes. “I will tell you the next time I meet up with my friends, all right? We usually meet on the weekends when the men are all home with their wives and little kiddies.”
He slid his hand down to my crotch and cupped my smooth balls. “Now come on. What about another go, just for fun?”
I pushed his hand away. “No thanks,” I said icily.
“You know, after last week and tonight, I think you’re the only person to ever turn me down twice,” he said with a laugh. “How’s that for irony?”
I wrapped my towel around myself and headed to my locker to grab my clothes. The night seemed to be in full swing at this point, as I passed naked men of all shapes and sizes in the hallway. I pulled my clothes back on and made for the entrance, ignoring the side glances and smirks from the men around me.
By the time I got back to the apartment, it was almost midnight. I stripped off my clothes, climbed into the pink princess bed, and passed out within seconds.
The next day passed quickly. I continued to duck Ashley’s calls, uncertain if I wanted to speak to her again after what had happened. I had hoped to have something for the congressman by now, some piece of intel I could use as leverage, but I had come up with nothing. I tried to distract myself with television or reading, but I couldn’t ignore the dread growing in me as I anticipated the congressman’s return. The hour grew late, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
I woke to the feeling of the covers sliding off my body. Turning with a start, I felt the congressman’s body sliding into bed with me.
“I missed you,” he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arms around me.
He was naked, and I was clad only in a pair of briefs. I could feel his manhood pressing against the fabric, teasing me.
I rolled onto my back. “How was Texa-”
He cut me off with a kiss, his lips rough and warm. I felt dizzy, like he was sucking the breath right out of me. His hands held my arms in place, pinning me against the bed. My dick grew hard against his, a shameful betrayal of my masculinity.
When he broke the kiss, he growled gently and kissed my jaw. “I missed your smell…”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
Luckily, the congressman let go of my arms and rolled onto his back before continuing. “Texas is Texas. Fucking hot, but what else is new? You’d think if I’m only back for a couple of days, my bitch wife would lay off my case, but she always finds some bullshit to go on about.”
I sat up, nodding. “I’m sorry to hear that. To tell you the truth… things aren’t so good with my girlfriend, either.”
Adrian raised an eyebrow. “You in the doghouse, too?”
I shrugged. “Not really. It’s just… I’m not sure we have the same values. Or maybe we do, and that’s the problem.”
Adrian rolled on his side, his hand propping up his head. “Listen, kid. You’re nobody in politics without a woman by your side. It’s shitty, but it’s the price of admission. Nobody wants to be a Lindsey Graham, a queeny bachelor in your sixties. If she’s hot and she puts up with your bullshit, I say keep her around.”
He traced my stomach with his finger, then kissed it softly. “Fuck, Scotty. You drive me wild.”
He put my nipple in his mouth and started licking it softly. I let out a moan and, to my chagrin, felt my cock getting hard once more. The congressman climbed on top of me, kicking the sheets off as he sucked on my chest. I could see his cock hanging between his legs, bouncing up and down with every bob. It hung at an angle that pointed directly at my hole. I was completely certain that, if I gave so much as a word of affirmation, he would have my underwear off and be balls deep within seconds.
Instead, I wrapped my fingers around it and began stroking it. The faster I could get him off, I figured, the less chance he’d have to make a play at my ass. I worked his cock with my fingers, playing with the foreskin. His mouth traveled up to my neck, and soon he was sucking hard. I felt a touch of fear course through me–he was sure to leave a hickey–but there was nothing I could do or say to stop him. He was like an animal in that moment. All I could do was try to get him off as quickly as possible.
He sat up on his knees, crawling up the bed until his cock was stabbing me in the face.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said gruffly.
Without waiting, he shoved the head past my lips. I could taste his foreskin on my tongue, musky with sweat. He leaned over me, dipping his cock into my mouth as he humped my face. I put my fingers on the back of his ass to control the movements, feeling that hard, juicy flesh beneath my fingertips. He fucked my throat roughly now, seemingly ignorant of my efforts to slow him down. He kept a firm grip on the back of my head, shoving me down on his cock as far as it would go. Tears sprang to my eyes as I gagged on his cock, but the sounds of his groaning drowned out any protest I might have made.
Finally, he buried my nose deep into his pubes and came down my throat. I could feel powerful bursts of hot, thick cum traveling down my esophagus and into my stomach. My cock was hard as a rock, and I hadn’t even noticed how intensely I was rubbing myself.
He saw my hand flying and smirked. “Yeah, that’s it. Diddle yourself.”
My face went flush with embarrassment as he watched me cum, his cock still lodged in my throat. My seed shot up toward my chest, landing on my stomach and pooling in my belly button. The congressman pulled his cock out of my mouth and lay on my side. He took a finger and ran it through the trail of cum on my skin. I felt a queasiness in my stomach as he brought it to my lips. Still, I made no protest as he slipped his finger in my mouth and fed me my own cum.
It tasted sweeter than his, but still earthy and not particularly pleasant. He scooped up fingerfuls of my cum and fed them to me one after the other until my skin was clear.
“Did that feel good, baby?” he asked, a note of condescension in his voice.
I nodded.
His face grew cold. “Good.”
He grabbed something from the bedside table–I couldn’t see what–and then I felt something cold and hard slipping past my cock.
“What are you?”
“Quiet, boy.”
He continued fiddling with my dick until I heard a click. When I looked down, there was some sort of plastic cage on my dick.
“What is this?” I said, panicking.
“A reminder,” he said as he stood. His cock was still semi-hard, swaying in the moonlight. “You think I don’t know about your little late-night rendezvous at the bathhouse?”
My face grew pale. “What… what are you talking about?”
“I make it my business to keep tabs on people. My driver saw you chatting up that little twink outside. He got the full rundown from him after, how you fucked that man and let the other one eat you out.”
He leaned down, his face inches from mine. “You’re mine. You don’t do so much as jerk off without my permission. And now, you can’t.”
The cage consisted of a ring around my cock and balls attached to a bright pink piece of plastic that held my cock snugly inside while letting my balls hang out below. I tugged on it, trying to get it off, but it wouldn’t budge. I felt a pain in my balls when I tried to pry it off, so I quickly gave up and looked helplessly up at the congressman.
He smiled. “With or without your consent, you will do what I say. And if you don’t follow the rules…”
He stood, his leg muscles flexing as he got to his feet. His cock was still thick and wet, and it hung menacingly over me as a reminder of what I’d lost.
“I have a lot more up my sleeve.”
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