Author: Riley C. Aaron-Brandt
Themes: embarrassment, humiliation, consent, bondage, coercion, reluctance, bisexuality, gaming, kink, cuckhold, dominance-submission.
Audience: bi-sexual men / male/female couples
Contains Sexually Explicit Content
Length: 7 Chapters / 104047 words / 223 pages
Chapter 1 Sylvia's Discovery
Like everyone on Earth, Max was different from everybody else. This is to say he had no twin or carbon-copy. While similar to all, he was identical to none, and therefore completely unique. Max, a self-aware man, could summarize his differences in a few awkward sentences, "I'm different for being normal. Normal in almost all things. Curious how that is ... I'm a little bit... more normal"
More-normal?
"What was that? Was there even such a thing?" he wondered.
But Max didn't wonder for long. There was an answer, and the answer was yes. It was well documented that Max did, in fact, have a very normal state of being. He did indeed fall specifically on the normal curve. And in a peculiar sort of way, Max was stubbornly proud.
Over the years, normalcy had served him well. Normalcy, when properly focused, was success. But Max also had the presence of mind to know that normalcy alone, over the course of a lifetime, could lead to regret. Despite opportunity, Max had never broken the ceiling. He had never excelled. His exceptional qualities remained undiscovered.
For those who knew him, it was only a handful who thought of him poorly. And at the other end of the spectrum, there was likewise, only a smattering, who saw potential in Max as a beacon, shining brightly. Most, if asked, thought of him fondly. They found him somewhat pleasing and otherwise tolerable.
To take life to the brink and beyond, Max knew he needed a new strategy. It was simple really. At some point... he would have to excel, at something... anything. Strangely, he didn't, or perhaps he just couldn't. The thing is, what prevented him from excelling was also what made him remarkable, and the thing that made him remarkable, was of course his normalcy.
When it came to achievement, success, accomplishment, he was never the best and never the worst. His natural inclination was to be pretty-good. As such, in his lifetime, Max hadn't unlocked the triumph he desired. But he felt he was close. And more importantly he was striving. This extra effort in this instance was going to tip the scales. "Things are suddenly looking above-average, Mister Average" Max said to himself as a mantra. "And above-average, in many things, isn't so bad after-all"
It wasn't until his early thirties that Max started to see a recurring trend. He knew that if he didn't take an even bigger leap of faith, an even bigger risk, that achieving excellence may elude him forever. With this revelation Max was disappointed, but strangely consoled for having found new inspiration. What he had to do now, was square-the-idea of taking more risk, with his conservative approach to building incrementally over time.
Some good and unsurprising news is that Max was smart. His intellect rarely let him down, at least not in a big way. Max was declined from med-school, and ousted from a job on the New York stock-exchange, but life always seemed to present a rose. And Max did go on to achieve advanced degrees, and always took a lot of pride in his entrepreneurial spirit. In fact, it wasn't long before Max's attention was directed towards running his own business, and over time he helped create a very successful enterprise. Max managed his affairs ethically and always took time to listen to the less fortunate. And this moderate risk, reaped some reward, putting him in a top percentage of income-earners nation-wide. He wasn't getting filthy rich, but he was accumulating wealth. Joining an income category wasn't a specific goal for Max, but these were the trappings of modest success and he did enjoy some of the finer things in life as a result. Besides, he always carried a predisposition that the elite had to cheat at least once along the way to greatness. Was this cynical thinking? And whether it was or not, he wondered if he would also one-day fall into the trap. Taking an optimist's spirit, he made decisions accordingly.
Max was sporty. He could swim, run, bike, ski, skate, climb, and play horseshoes, even better than 80% of the world. He just didn't have any trophies to show for it. He lived for thrill-seeking adventure and only occasionally would he settle for lying on a beach. The Pacific Ocean, Amazon Rainforest, and American sub-arctic were his playgrounds. His combination of fitness, desire, technical skill, and financial resources allowed him to visit remote places that others could only see in nature videos.
While there was some attention-seeking playfulness, and over-the-top ham-acting in Max's character, he had never been asked to fill a lead in a Hollywood film. In fact, there was never a single moment where he was paid to be in front of a camera. This despite some really great dramatic performances in grade school. But Max took pride in his appearance and worked hard at the gym to remain fit and injury free. He was one of those guys who got better looking with every passing year and he wondered if his luck was ever going to run out. In the present, a few women as well as a few gay men had told him he was handsome and would make a great catch. Max would be a great boyfriend he was told, and he could double as a one-night-stand in an emergency. Standing about five foot ten, Max weighed two-hundred pounds, and carried muscle across his chest and through his shoulders. He was chiseled and boyish with a rugged jaw line, pale green eyes, and shaggy brown hair. People would read emotions in his smile.
Like almost every man, Max had suffered droughts, including droughts of the female persuasion. Max existed in the moments before online-dating, and there were indeed stretches of time spanning painful weeks and months in his teens and twenties with no dating at all. There were moments when he was either in the wrong place at the wrong time, or simply flirting with the wrong women.
But a few lapses aside, from grade-school through to present day, Max had definitely won the affection of several beauties. Some of the women were so sensational that Max's head would spin, if he was asked to reflect. But Max's memory was sharp, and on his own, he often re-lived the fantasies that had become his reality over the years. While he was keen to make new memories in perpetuity, it gave him a thrill to think about his history. Emotional and sexual frontiers were always there for those who dared.
Max was drawn to women and he loved them. He loved athletic women, hippie back-to-nature girls, book-worms, and type-A professionals. He pretty much loved them all! And in loving them he also liked to please them. And Max knew intimately that part and parcel of pleasing a woman was allowing them to please him. Affection was mutual. And because of Max's confidence, when a connection was found, he would push boundaries that would make other men blush. He never feared the taboo and considered himself an apprentice in the art of humility. Embarrassment was a kinky emotion and just as complex as all the others. Max knew that he wanted to explore his own humility, and like any discipline it would require some type of consistent practice.
When Max was twenty-four he was completing an advanced degree at a prestigious institution in the Quebec City of Montreal. Within the first month of his arrival he met Sylvia, and they quickly fell in love. Sylvia was one-year older, and like Max, was an advanced academic. Her brilliant mind aside, it was scary how good looking she was. In Max's mind she was more-or-less perfect. And for guys who didn't think so, they always acknowledged that she was close.
In any case, it was hard not to notice her unstoppable physical anatomy. Sylvia was definitely blessed. Max would describe her to his friends as stylish, brilliant, and beautiful. Coincidentally she was also blond. She was not ostentatious, but everything about her appearance accentuated her femininity, and for men this often had the side-effect of inducing arousal. It's just the way she carried herself.
Sylvia's hair was golden blond and just beyond shoulder length. She knew how to wear it up, down, braided, messy. She even dressed in pigtails once for Max. A lot of men would seize-up in her presence as if intimidated by her beauty. Shortly after, these same men would melt-away when realizing her warm and sweet disposition. Men didn't have to fear her because she didn't mind being the focus of attention. She knew well-enough how attractive she was, and her philosophy was not to blame men for enjoying the view. If she caught their gaze, she would simply shuffle confidently. Men staring at her ass would be redirected to her legs, waist, or her pretty face. She knew how to divert male attention, and if she was completely distracted, it was the voyeur's opportunity to steal glances and engage fantasies. Max always knew that regardless of her off-the-charts-hotness, she was also brilliantly intelligent and well-presented. No one could deny her credentials.
The icing on the cake for Sylvia was her outstanding and very clever wardrobe. It was a rare day that she didn't present a polished presentation. All of her clothes accentuated her beauty, and any of her feminine features was enough to get a man's pulse racing. Dresses weren't her first choice, but skirts and tailored pants made the list. No doubt her rear was always framed beautifully. On many an occasion, Max would even spot his peers, stopping dead in their tracks to stare at the ass. Any man would be reflecting on the thin fabric separating them from Sylvia's passion.
