A Solitary Man Ch 02

This story contains references to (mild) incest, orgasm denial, gay sex and the development of male to male submission and domination, amongst other things. It is purely fictional and as with Chapter 1, is a slow burner. I do my own editing and proof reading so please bare that in mind. I'm still quite new to this but enjoy trying, learning and the journey. Above all I hope you enjoy reading it.

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Brian's cock jerked violently as he watched Robert stand up, still holding the thong to his nose. He showed no shame as he continued breathing in the scent. Unlike him, Robert didn't try to hide it. His heartbeat increased and his face flushed. The connection he felt grew stronger.

With one final, deep inhalation he carefully placed the thong on top of Brian's neatly folded clothes. He could see a small wet patch where Robert must have licked them too. The knowledge made him physically sway slightly. It seemed Robert could see into his mind. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it didn't feel that way to Brian.

The same look his mother used and now the overt show of sniffing and licking his underwear. To Brian, this felt like something more.

He squeezed his muscle so his bone hard cock bounced rhythmically, just as he used to in front of his mother, maintaining his look of shy innocence. Robert smiled as if he knew exactly what he was doing, but silently looked that look.

"Put your hands behind your head please Brian," he asked, yet ordered at the same time.

He did. Immediately so. Wanting to show Robert he could follow his commands. His eyes drawn to the thick swelling at the front of those beautifully tight rubber shorts.

He continued to pulse his erection as if silently pleading to have it handled. His head swimming as Robert approached him, making him lose focus a little. He blinked his eyes.

"Spread your legs nice and wide," his voice was like silk.

Brian shuffled his feet apart until he could barely maintain his balance. He could feel the air between his thighs, tickling the thick bush of hair on his scrotum. His balls tightened, his mouth dried.

Robert circled him as if appraising an antique, a car or some other inanimate object, bending down to take a closer look. Brian could feel his breath on his cock, his balls, his thighs and his arse. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before and he liked it. Oh, how he liked it.

Returning to face him, Robert explained that all submissives should be hairless. "From the neck down."

Brian could only nod. His lips were so dry. The exposure he felt, a whole new level.

"So if you wanted to be my submissive, only the hair on your head would be acceptable," he added. "Are you prepared to do that Brian?"

"Yes Sir," he croaked his reply

"Brian," he smiled. "You don't get to call me 'Sir' yet."

His body began to tremble as he attempted to keep the position. Now his erection was twitching of its own accord. His head felt like a thick fog had descended and he stared in silent delight as Robert picked up the red thong and pushed it inside his shorts. He could clearly see the material bunched around Robert's bulge.

The next few minutes went by in a flash as ground rules were set out. What was expected. How long his initial training would be. Even how and when he could masturbate. Brian nodded, readily agreeing as his eyes remained fixed on the front of Roberts shorts. Desperately hoping it wouldn't be too long before he could have his thong back to sniff.

It didn't go unnoticed. Robert was an experienced player for someone so young. There was a lot to like about the naked man in front of him. Virtually untouched too. Brian's potential was, as yet, untapped.

"Ok Brian," he finished, bringing him back to reality. "You can get dressed now."

He thought about asking for the thong, but correctly chose not to. When he'd finished, Robert reached inside his shorts, then tucked the underwear into Brian's right trouser pocket.

"So you have my number Brian," he said crisply. "Call me on Friday evening at 8pm and let me know if you want to move forward."

Brian nodded and thanked him, but his mind was already made up. He just hoped this was real.

As he ushered Brain to the door he told him to think carefully and be certain that it was what he wanted.

"You can say no. I won't hold it against you, but if you say yes I'll be trusting you to mean it, Brian." Then the door closed and he was standing outside in the cool evening air.

The drive home was surreal for him. Like a dream. By the time he got back and indoors, it felt as if it hadn't actually happened. But when he took the thong from his pocket and held it against his nose, he knew it had. Robert's scent was divine to him and he snorted it in heavily as he released his cock and wanked himself off right there in the living room.

For the next 3 days Brian thought very carefully about Robert. He wanked often, experiencing something completely alien to him. He was attracted to him in a way he'd never felt towards another man before. He couldn't believe someone like Robert would be interested in him. So much younger and so handsome. People like him never saw Brian, they just walked by without a second glance. He couldn't work it out, however much he tried, he just didn't get why someone like Robert would even consider him.

He barely chatted with his online friends, choosing instead to do more research about Masters, Mistresses, submissives, slaves and all manner or BDSM related topics. He was confused about his feelings too. Did the profound effect Robert had on him mean he was gay or bisexual? So he delved into those themes too, trying to work out the difference. The subject matter was too deep, too complicated for Brian. It seemed everywhere he looked led to a different outcome and nothing definitive. It just left him feeling even more confused.

All he knew for sure was that Robert made his cock hard, he had only good thoughts about him and felt warm and happy when he was with him. That was enough for Brian. He decided not to complicate it further.

So, at exactly 8pm he dialled the number. It rang 6 times before it was answered. At 9pm he was at Robert's door once again dressed in trousers, shirt and tie and his best shoes. Underneath he'd chosen another favourite piece of underwear. A black, completely see through gstring that barely contained his genitals. The bush of his pubic hair poked out from the sides. He hoped Robert would like it, he'd picked it out especially.

Robert invited him inside and stopped him in the hallway. He was wearing the same rubber outfit and Brian could smell expensive aftershave. His senses went into overdrive. His mind hadn't played tricks on him after all. Robert was just as he remembered. The warm feeling returned.

"Strip down to your underwear, leave your clothes folded neatly on the side table, then join me in the lounge," he ordered before leaving Brian alone. Robert's tone was more authoritative, leaving no option for refusal. Brian liked it.

He nervously did as he was told and as he placed his clothes on the side table, he saw 2 framed photos neatly placed at either end. They looked like holiday snaps of Claire and Robert in some exotic location. Just head and shoulder shots, but Brian could see the thin straps of what must be a bikini top tracing down towards Claire's chest. Unfortunately, the photo was cropped just above her breasts. She was very pretty, with mousy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He couldn't help but wonder if he would ever meet her.

His erection pushed the material of the gstring to almost breaking point as he padded into the living room. Obscenely bowed at the front, a visible gap between the material and his groin.

Robert was seated in one of the armchairs. He beckoned Brian over to him before telling him stand with his hands behind his head. He complimented the choice of underwear causing Brian to inwardly swell with pride. Nobody ever really complimented him like that, save for work, but that was different. He removed the gstring as instructed and watched as Robert took it, then sniff it deeply. His erection twitched.

He liked Robert so much. His mind began to swirl with everything he'd been researching, but he managed to push the confusion away.

After pushing the gstring into his shorts, he stood up and had Brian follow him upstairs to the main bathroom. He noticed more artwork and photos of Claire and Robert on the walls, but didn't have time to take in the detail. On the toilet seat was a fresh towel, on top of which sat electric clippers, a brand new razor and a can of shaving foam.

"You have 45 minutes to remove your body hair Brian," he was told. "When you're done, come back down to the lounge."

He hadn't expected this. For a few moments he pondered how to go about the task as he took in his surroundings. The bathroom was ultra modern, more like a wet room, with a large walk in shower. The wall tiles a light grey slate and the tiled floor a slightly darker shade. A huge mirror hung above a large white hand basin with chrome taps. Everything looked like new. He had the thought that Robert and Claire must be very meticulous.

Thankfully the only hair he had was on his arms, armpits, genitals and legs. Everywhere else was smooth. Picking up the clippers he started.

Never having shaved his body he rushed to begin with. He didn't want to let Robert down but he found it difficult to get to certain parts. Mainly underneath his balls and his anus. Eventually he realised that if he squatted down he could get to those areas. He took care, afraid to cut himself.

He finished in around 35 minutes, but the bathroom floor was a mess so he quickly cleared up the clipped hair with toilet paper and flushed it away, then wiped the floor with more toilet paper. He dried himself down and went downstairs. It was both bizarre and erotic to feel the air on his body where the hair had gone. The dreamlike feeling there as he passed the photos on the stairs. Just normal shots of a happy looking couple making his nakedness seemed totally out of place. As if he was being watched.

When he stood in front of Robert he felt more naked than he'd ever felt before. Standing as instructed, with his hands behind his head and legs apart, his inspection was over quickly.

"You need to go back upstairs and do the job properly Brian," was the terse judgement as he pointed out all of the areas he'd failed to shave adequately. It included his anus as for the very first time in his life, Brian felt another person not only pull his cheeks wide apart, but actually touch him there.

He felt exposed, deflated and turned on all at the same time. Strangely, he didn't feel humiliated. Brian liked being naked and inspected like that. Robert didn't make him feel demeaned at all.

He did as instructed and when he thought he was done, he ran his fingers everywhere to make sure he was completely smooth. He felt sure Robert would be happy this time.

He was. He ran his hands everywhere. Careful to make sure Brian knew that no part of his body would go untouched. He paid particular attention to Brian's plum sized balls, perineum and his anus. Areas he knew were difficult to shave.

He was genuinely astonished by Brian. A short, slim and shy introvert. His thick rimmed glasses did nothing for him either. They seemed like a barrier or mask to hide behind. His looks weren't his greatest asset, but Robert prided himself on seeing beauty in everyone.

Whether Brian knew it or not, he had a beautiful cock. The pale skin smooth and taut. It was huge, with just the right amount of upward curve. The kind of cock any man would kill to have and he could also maintain a solid erection with little input. The helmet was particularly impressive though. He'd never come across one quite as large. A wonderful shade of soft pink, the flare of the corona exaggerated and the slit slightly open. He smiled to himself as he watched Brian pulsing it, pretending he wasn't. An introverted exhibitionist was something new to him.

"Well done," he said, making Brian feel proud of himself. "You'll keep your body hairless from tonight and shave every 2 days. Is that understood?"

Brian knew this was the right time. "Yes Sir."

Robert explained his training would be slow. They needed time to bond and build trust. "So if you're expecting hard sexual play from the start, you'll be mistaken Brian," he said.

Brian was more than happy with that, but being the man he was, all he could think to say was "Yes Sir."

So Robert started with some rules. Brian would always be naked in his presence unless otherwise instructed. "That means wherever we are and whoever else is present."

Brian's heart literally skipped a few beats. This was his fantasies coming real.

They proceeded with what Robert called "Positon Training" and so Brian was ordered to follow each one and memorise them. There were 5 in total. "Postion 1" was standing upright, knees and ankles together with hands behind his head. "Postion 2" was the same but with feet apart at shoulder width. "Postion 3" was kneeling, knees and ankles together, hands on his thighs with head bowed. "Postion 4" was still kneeling but head on the floor and bottom raised with his hands placed either side of his head. "Position 5"was the same as 4 but knees and feet apart at shoulder width.

Brian was made to repeat these positions exactly 5 times as Robert corrected any infractions. Brian's cock remained resolutely stiff throughout. Especially exposing and exciting was "Position 5" as he could feel his freshly shaved arsehole was completely on show.

In that position Robert saw his new submissive's anus for the first time. Brian's slim buttocks spread easily and wide leaving the hole displayed with no need for additional encouragement. It was heavily puckered with the tiniest hint of discolouration. Most importantly for Robert, it looked tight. The large balls hanging beneath completed what was, to him, a perfect picture.

"You'll take up any of these postions whenever you're instructed," he was told once standing in "Position 1" and facing Robert. "This is your default position."

Brian confirmed with a simple "Yes Sir."

For him it was perfect. He found the control Robert was already instilling comforting. He liked not having to worry if he was doing the right thing. He only had to do what he was told to do. It had the effect of making him feel free of responsibility. Any feelings of confusion were gone.

"You will never make eye contact with me or anyone else when in my presence, unless you are specifically told otherwise," Robert continued. "This is your area of eye contact Brian," he added using his finger to point to his neck.

Adhering to that would be easy. Robert obviously knew he found it difficult to look at people directly. Again he felt his connection grow and his cock pulsed, purposely, in response.

With that Robert began to show him around his home. The kitchen and dining room first, then upstairs to the main bedroom. Brian felt as if he was being invited into Robert's life. Especially to see where Claire and he slept. All the rooms were modern and exceptionally clean. Everything seemed to have a place. Then it was on to one of the other bedrooms. It was smaller and quite sparse. The pale green painted walls were bare. No photos or ornaments and the single bed was neatly made up. One small bedside table to left had a small lamp placed on top. Opposite was a double fronted white wardrobe.

"When you stay here, this will be your room Brian," Robert advised him.

It took a few moments for Brian to understand what he'd just heard and Robert smiled. He paused briefly before explaining that when they had parties or guests Brian would be expected to be on hand to serve and generally look after everyone's needs. "They often run into the early hours so it's only right that you stay over," he said. "I wouldn't expect you to have to drive home at 3 or 4 in the morning Brian."

It was becoming overwhelming for Brian as he seemed to descend further and further into the dream. He kept expecting to suddenly wake up. His poor hard cock was throbbing so badly.

"Of course, it may be that I just want you to stay the night Brian," Robert continued, watching Brian's huge cock reacting so positively to his words. Unlike his own, he noticed no precum whatsoever.

The tour was coming to a close and Robert pointed to the final door, telling Brian "This room is off limits." No further explanation was offered and Brian didn't ask.

After nodding his understanding, they returned to the living room. Robert sat down in his armchair and had Brian stand between his knees in "Position 1" asking when he'd last masturbated.

"When I got home from work Sir," was the honest reply.

"Ok. I want you to toss yourself off for me," Robert ordered. "When you spunk, you'll do so over my shorts right here," he said, pointing, to his crotch.

He needed the relief, that was certain, in spite of his nerves. It would be yet another first and Brian wanted to display his commitment. As he began, he took occasional glances at Robert whose eyes were fixed on his cock. Once again he had the same look his mother used to have. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the wedding photos on the wall too, as if Claire was looking down at him wanking himself to order for her husband.

Too excited to hold off he fell forward as the impending orgasm rose in his tight balls. Such was the feeling that he couldn't stand and had to use his left hand to steady himself on the arm of the chair. As the 3 short spurts spat over the shiny rubber he, rather deviously, rubbed his helmet over Robert's bulge. As his finished he pressed his cock against the swelling before finally standing up in his default position. Amazingly, he remained erect, although not quite as hard as he had been.

The surreptitious attempt at frotting was overlooked, but not unnoticed as Robert seemed unimpressed. "Well that's not a lot of spunk is it Brian." The statement not warranting an answer. "Now clean it up."

Confused, Brian looked around the room for tissues or something to wipe the small puddle up. Robert's laughter made him turn back. "With your mouth Brian," was all he said, waiting for him to come to terms with what was expected.

He wasn't sure he wanted to do that, but he knelt between Robert's knees all the same and tentatively stuck his tongue into the thin opaque liquid. The taste was not unpleasant, but the thought was. His muffled gags just added to the repulsion he was feeling. He completed the task, however and as the taste lingered the revulsion waned. His first experience of swallowing spunk maybe not quite as bad as he expected. It did however, cement his role.

After standing again, he listened to Robert tell him he could no longer wank and cum without permission. "You need to learn some self control and build up the quantity and quality Brian," he explained.

They both knew Brian would find that extremely difficult given his propensity for self gratification, yet he nodded.

"Yes Sir."

He waited as instructed by the front door after getting dressed. As before, when Robert appeared he pushed the gstring into Brian's right trouser pocket and guided him out.

"I'll be in touch soon Brian."

He stood under the dark sky blinking his eyes. Regaining his focus, he made his way to his car and set off home. He parked, went indoors and made his way upstairs where he stripped naked in front of the full length mirror in one corner of the bedroom. He a gazed at his "new" hairless body and retrieved the gstring and pushed it hard against his nose. It felt damp and sticky. but there was the same devine scent of Robert.

He watched his cock spring to life. He ran his left hand everywhere, feeling what Robert had felt. Even running his index finger across his anus as he closed his eyes, drinking in the scent and thrilling at his touch. His cock beckoned for further release, but he did what he'd been told. He wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back, but he'd fucking well try.