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Rory stared at himself in the mirror and admired the body that had gotten him so much of what he wanted in life. Tall, dark, tight abs, sturdy muscles, an impeccable wardrobe, it all came together in a way that brought most guys to their knees in front of him.
But something changed a week prior.
“I had fun last night, we should do it again sometime you dork ;)” Rory typed out an early morning reply to his Tinder hookup.
As he sat in bed half naked still covered in sweat he thought about how easy it was to manipulate and dominate guys into doing anything he liked. He was hot, and it made things so easy. After only a few text exchanges Rory had a total stranger at his home, a stranger who let him rip his underwear to shreds and then bust a load into his ass completely bare back.
“Mmmhmmm no problem bud…” Rory’s hookup replied unenthusiastically.
While he wasn’t expecting some sort of world moving thank you he was a bit disappointed in the lack luster repose from his late night call.
Had he done something wrong?
Rory thumbed the keyboard of his iPhone trying to think up a response for a good five minutes before the little animated bubble appeared indicating the other guy was typing away.
“It wasn’t that I didn’t have fun…” his words trailed off, “but you just seem like you’re a bit more suited to play for the other team…”
Rory raised an eyebrow at the brash assumption his hookup was making.
Did he think Rory was straight? Yes he was a jock but he didn’t read “straight” by any means.
“Haha what do you mean?” Rory did his best to play it cool but inside he was incredibly uncertain and he didn’t like that.
“You topped great, very kinky and I loved that, but I think you’d be more fun as a submissive. That’s all…”
In his mind Rory tried to picture the guy from his meetup last night. He was shorter, maybe 5’7” or 5’8”, toned but skinny, light blonde hair, shaved, light grey eyes, he wore briefs before Rory tore them to shreds. He was defiantly a twink that’s for sure.
But he was implying that Rory was a bottom?
He thought long and hard about it.
"Uhm, I guess I can understand that?" Rory typed away unsure of why he was so off put.
The chat bubble came up again, "You were wearing briefs, I mean come on. You can't tell me that doesn't seem a little bit on the bottom side..."
Rory thought back, he had been wearing black Calvin Klein low rise briefs. But he was wearing them while ripping a pair of Hane's tighty whities off of an other guy. And his hookup would have only really seen them when he pulled off his pants and underwear in one movement as he went to fuck him.
"Whatever dude. I was just trying to be polite, if you didn't like me no one's forcing you to reply..." Rory felt insignificant as he pawed away at his phones keyboard.
Sure, it was hypocritical. He wedgied guys because he thought they were nerdy, and more often than not their choice of underwear matched that assumption. But he was a jock, the alpha, a bro, those rules didn't apply to him.
"Have you ever bothered trying to bottom? Its good to know what its like to be on the flip side of things. No one likes a toxic top..." his hookup was so cunning.
He went back and forth like this for the better part of an hour until he agreed to have his hookup come over and show him the ropes.
Rory opened the door and greeted the same guy from the night before but now the vibe was different.
"So what are is wearing?" Vince eyed Rory up and down shamelessly.
Rory told himself he didn't like it. He was just doing this to get an understanding of what it was like. To appreciate and understand the otherside.
Rory pulled up the waistband of his underwear to reveal the navy blue CK briefs with a silver waistband. In doing so he felt this intense vulnerability.
Vince was more than just a throw away one night stand now. He was a commanding presence in his doorway.
"Cute..." Vince gave an unconvincing smile.
Even though he was smaller than Rory, his energy was flamboyant and assertive now. Rory wonderer where the cute guy from the night before had gone. The one yelling out in ecstasy as his cock glided across his g-spot.
Vince grabbed Rory by the wrist and pulled him into the bedroom. Vince pulled off his shirt and cracked his knuckles ceremoniously. He shoved Rory down with two firm hands into the mattress.
Vince gripped the waistband of Rory's briefs and pulled straight upwards lifting Rory partially off the bed.
He wanted to be mad, to fight back, but he didn't. Instead he took it on the nose and just dealt with the agony.
"F-ffuck!!!" Rory cried out as the melvin dragged on for what felt like hours.
Vince clicked his tongue and let go, watching Rory fall to the mattress, "So so funny, you can dish it out so hard but just cant take it..."
Vince toyed with Rory for at least a half hour like this. Pushing the envelope further and further. The rock hard erection growing in Rory's briefs was pushing him far past frustrated. He was sick of being patient.
"God for fucks sake already can I please just get my rocks off?!" Rory huffed like a child.
His underwear was stretched, clothes on the floor, his hair was a mess and he was sweating like a pig but he had gotten almost nowhere as far as actually fucking.
Vince looked down at him as he sat on the comforter, "You are quite demanding for someone in a pair of stretched out briefs..."
Rory gulped, the dry knot in his throat refusing to budge. What the hell was happening? He was the one on top, he was the one smooth talking his way into guys pants, he was the one with the intimidating stare and coy smile.
Rory darted his eyes off to the side, "I-I..." his voice quivered, "I don't know how to feel..."
Vince stared deeply into Rory's eyes for what felt like minutes, "I don't really buy that..."
Rory pulled in a fast breath as Vince moved in for a kiss. His tongue tracing the inside of Rory's mouth in a way he hadn't felt before. The power shift was tangible on a level he just didn't understand. What was happening? Was Vince right? Was there some part of him that was yearning to be on the bottom? He was so sure of who he was. This was just a fluke encounter...
Vince slid his hand into Rory's underwear and started slowly gliding it up and down his cock. Finally the release he had been so desperate for. He wasn't sure if it was going to be followed by getting bent over and fucked but at this point he didn't care. He was in it for whatever it was or wasn't.
After several drawn out minutes of agonizingly stroking Rory's cock he pulled his hand away leaving little more than a web of precum between the tip of Rory's cock and Vince's fingertips.
Vince tossed his legs over the side if the bed and started to redress. Rory shot up with disbelief.
"What? Where? Where are you going?!" Rory's voice sounded meager and desperate.
"Home," Vince spoke to him like a child, "who knows its still pretty early maybe I'll call up another booty call..."
The tone in Vince's voice was clearly there to make Rory jealous. What the hell was this? He gives into this strangers weird implications, spends the evening feeling totally out of place, and now he was being left empty handed?
"I-I... dude what the fuck? Was this just some trick because you're mad at me? If you didn't want me to give you a wedgie when we fucked you could have just told me so. You don't have to leave me feeling like... like..." he couldn't think of the word.
"Do you think you have been good enough to deserve to cum?" Vince pulled up his pants and raised an eyebrow at Rory.
"Have you been a good enough boy to deserve the time, attention and touch of someone above you? Someone like me, a Sir?"
Rory was so taken back, but not by what Vince was implying. No he was taken back because he liked how this made him feel.
It was like some weird taboo piece of him had been unlocked and he was unsure what he was supposed to do with it.
"I... y-yes. I do think that... s-sir..."
Vince kneeled in front of Rory. His cock still slick with precum, standing at attention out of the top of his undies.
"Oh?" Vince purred out before lowering his face to Rory's lap.
In one quick motion Rory tossed his head back. He was pulled right back to yesterday's ecstasy as Vince worked his cock with his mouth. His blowjob skills were incredible.
After the teasing Rory endured it didn't take long for him to feel the rising heat of orgasm knotting up in his stomach. As his balls tightened he began to mew and moan instead of his usual masculine grunts.
"I don't think you have..."
Rory's eyes stung as tears welled up in the corners.
"What? What the hell?!" Rory yelled out like a child.
His body felt awful, the knowing release sitting just out if reach but completely unattainable.
"Call me later and we'll see about finishing up here. But until then consider that orgasm shelved..." Vince winked at Rory as he headed for the bedroom door.
Rory yelled back at him feeling his face burn with embarrassment, "More like ruined!"
As he walked down the hall Vince called back, "Denial. Its called orgasm denial cutie..."
Three hours had passed and Rory didn't get up. All he could so was sit and steep in his own thoughts.
He wanted to be mad. He wanted to curse this guy out and block his number and trash talk him to all of his buddies over a couple of beers.
He needed to know where this was going to go. This whole dynamic was something that drew him in and held into him with full force. It felt so taboo, this top dog type being dragged around like this. He was thinking with his dick and it was starting to male him question things.
Rory stares at his phone from is place on the bedside table. He wanted to text Vince back, to keep this thing going. He thought about what he'd said before leaving. About there still being time in the evening for another hookup.
Did he do this for lots of guys?
The thought of that started a fire in his gut. The thought that other guys were getting this treatment from the same hands made him irrationally upset.
He snatched his phone from the table and unlocked it, "What the hell do I need to do to 'earn' this orgasm from you?"
He waited. And waited. Seconds ticked by and turned to minutes. Where was he? Why wasn't he replying?! And more importantly why did Rory care so much?"
That familiar tone went off and Rory lept to his feet phone in hand, "Start by dropping the attitude..."
Rory's eyes ran across Vince's reply before taking a harsh gulp. He felt put in his place.
And damn did it feel good.
"... sorry." was all he could think to type back.
"Sorry *who*...?" Vince's reply was cold but left Rory feeling hot.
He thought back to their earlier conversation, "I am sorry... sir..." Rory's fingers trembled on the keyboard.
"Good..." Vince's reply came slowly drawn out, "if you want it you'll do what I say for the next few days, then we can discuss it. Deal?"
"Deal..." Rory typed back without thinking.
This couldn't be too bad. What a few commands, maybe some kinky stuff here and there. It would be easy.
The week moved on dragging its feet, each day getting more and more difficult.
Vince had Rory under his thumb doing anything he commanded. Hanging wedgies, atomics, he made him sit through the whole work day Wednesday in a shoulder wedgie that cut so deep it left gouges in his muscular shoulders. One night while enjoying his dinner and texting Vince he instructed Rory to pour the contents of his plate down his undies for a messy wedgie.
All the while he forbade him from jacking off. It was torture, and in Rory's mind completely stupid. But he listened, partially to prove that he could do it, but also because deep down inside he wanted to. He wanted to be told what to do. It was exciting, and it was new.
After the work day Friday Rory was reaching the end of his rope. As he got into his car after work he pulled out his phone ready to dish out some attitude. But he knew better...
"Can we please hook up? Please Sir I've done everything you've asked of me this week," Rory felt pathetic pleading for release from this man he hardly knew, "I've been so good and I just want to feel your hands on me... I want you to make me cum..."
"Want to?" Vince's reply came quick, almost like he was waiting for it.
Rory huffed angrily, "NEED. I need you to make me cum! Please! Please Sir I can't wait any longer!"
Vince's reply came quickly again, "Be home in 10 minutes, don't keep me waiting..."
With that Rory started up his car and floored it out of his works parking garage. He easily made his 20 minute commute home a 10 minute speed run. He was shocked he didn't get pulled over.
Rory slammed the door shut and started up the walkway towards where Vince was sitting.
"You're lucky," he took a step closer to Rory twirling his keys on his finger, "I was just about to leave..."
It took everything in him not to fall to his knees right then and there to beg, "I-I am sorry Sir! If I went any faster I would've gotten pulled over and..." Rory was blubbering like an idiot.
Vince looked up at him and shook his head with gentle control, "Excuses?" he paused and slid his hand over Rory's cock giving it a squeeze over his work pants, "I don't want your excuses..."
Rory's eyes practically rolled into the back of his head with pleasure. He hadn't been touched like that in days. The lack of sensation was driving him insane, and Vince knew that.
Before Rory's mind could even catch up Vince had his house keys in his hand and was dragging him through the door by the tie.
"Fuck..." Rory moaned out as Vince pushed him down on to the couch, "S-sir..."
"Did I tell you to speak?" Vince mounted and stratled Rory.
"N-no...." Rory's voice melted into a pathetic dripping pile.
Vince looked Rory dead in the eyes, and with two strong hands gripped the front band of his briefs and gave a violent pull upwards.
Rory groaned out but stifled the four letter words he wanted to unleash.
"You're going to do what I tell you to, right?" Vince asked while he ground his ass into Rory's cock.
The sensation of being mounted, preparing to buck upwards into some cute twink's ass was so familiar. But when paired with this power swap it fucked with Rory's mind in a way that made him melt. He had been little more than a mindless slut being tugged along by a leash all week. He couldn't give a name to the feeling, this lustful vibrancy that came from being shoved down into the dirt and put in his place.
But fuck if it didn't make his cock drip.
Vince's grin was grueling, it made Rory's spine tingle and his cheeks burn flush red.
He pulled upwards harder on the jocks briefs until the leg holes showed through, and then he switched his grip to them.
Rory groaned out viciously. The painful sensation of the wedgie was violating and toyed with him in ways he couldn't put words to. But when mixed with the way Vince's hips ground against the sensitive head of his cock he could almost forget he was being humiliated by the same guy he was ripping the tighty whities off of a week ago.
"Good," Vince doubled down on his grinding and pulled up on Rory's briefs that were now making audible popping and tearing noises, "I am going to rip this little panties off you, gag you with them, and then ride you until I cum. And if I feel like you've earned it you may cum next..."
Just as he promised Vince managed to tear Rory's briefs perfectly. Though they fought to pull free from his pants they did eventually come out. And much to Rory's dismay the well worn briefs were unceremoniously shoved into his mouth.
"M-mYeasshhh!!!" Rory tried to yelp through the make shift gag.
Vince gave a hushed laugh as he slid Rory's pants off and tossed them to the floor. Without any warning or effort Vince slid himself down into Rory's throbbing cock and watched his eyes roll back in their sockets.
"I bet that feels nice after being untouched so long..." Vince cooed.
Rory could hardly listened as Vince slid himself up and down his shaft. Every movement threatening to make him bust at the seams. He had to focus so hard to not cum it was maddening.
As he watched Vince's deviant facial expressions his mouth salivated, soaking the dirty pair if underwear in his mouth. His tongue laying right where his cock had been perched all day. He didn't pay it any mind though.
How could he? This was all so distracting. So intense, so sexy, so new...
"FUC-ccckkk!" Vince cried out as he slammed down hard into Rory.
He felt Vince's muscles tense around his cock as he ride out his anal orgasm. Rory remembered that sensation, and he tried to hold back. He could manage, he was able to wait, he had that self control!
"H-hHaaHhh! F-fUccckK!!!" Rory lifted up off the bed with Vince still firmly planted in his lap, shouting through his gag.
He couldn't help but cum as Vince ground downward riding out the last of his orgasm. Rory gripped his nails into Vince's flesh, eventually scratching into his back.
He panted and moaned before throwing himself onto the bed. He was drenched in his sweat as well as Vince's. He was so consumed with himself he hardly noticed Vince had not only gotten up but had also returned.
Rory stared up at Vince from the dirty sheets, "what is that...?"
"A cock cage," Vince's face wore an unimpressed expression dotted with annoyance, "for you..."
Rory swallowed a lump in his throat, "o-oh..."
A week had come and gone but he had yet to cum again. He admired the outline if the cage through his briefs and wondered just how he tumbled into while mess. But he would be alright in the end...
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