Almost too tired to think, the man named Jeff pushed open the door of his elegant, respectable North London double storey flat. It was very late. He loosened his tie and flopped down on the soft couch, rubbing his eyes. He was really tense. A bad day of bad negotiations with those impossible Russian clients. Fuck. He didn't want to think about it, but was worried that the deal would be called off. He sighed. He felt the tension in his temples and shoulders. Most of all, he felt it in his balls. He needed relief, and incredibly, despite how tired he was, he felt very horny then.
His wife was fast asleep upstairs. Could he risk it?
He decided he could.
He felt a flutter of excitement as he dialed the familiar number of his favourite escort service. Unfortunately, his favourite escort, Darren, was unavailable that night. He enquired were there any that were willing to indulge in some fantasies, maybe play a little rough. There was. A young one called Kyan. Blonde, lean, green eyes. He was assured Kyan would prove satisfactory. Jeff was almost too horny to care, but decided a cute fuck was definitely a bonus. He told them to send him over, right away.
He put the phone down, and went to freshen up. He looked in the mirror. A tired, but still decidedly sexy man looked back. He was forty-four, but could pass for someone in his late thirties. His dark blond hair short and stylishly tousled, emphasizing his masculine jaw. A slight stubble was beginning to grow, but Jeff decided it looked good. About twice a week, he worked out at the gym, and his body was hard and fit, with impressive muscular arms. Most of the women at his office had made advances on him, and he indulged some of them, earning him a reputation as a hot lover. But nobody knew he had a secret double life: that occasionally, the handsome, respectable womanizer liked to fuck men. And tonight was one such occasion.
He dashed on some cologne just as he heard a soft knock on the door. Almost trembling with excitement, he walked quickly to the door, and opened it.
A beautiful, young hunk was standing in his doorway. He was wearing jeans, an undershirt and a denim jacket. He had longish blond hair, the prettiest green eyes and pink lips. He couldn't have been more than 25. He smiled. "Are you Jeff?" he asked. Jeff said he was, with a big smile. Man, there was some fucking to do tonight!
Without wasting any time, Jeff took the lead and began to kiss Kyan, full on the lips. He could almost feel the stress draining out of him. He kissed him hard, messy and greedy, with plenty of tongue. Jeff took of Kyan's jacket and his own shirt and tie. He kissed him again but Kyan pushed him gently away.
"I'd like to take care of business first, if you don't mind".
Jeff swore, then nodded. He took out his wallet and counted out 6 fifty pound notes. Three hundred pounds, for two hours at a hundred and fifty per hour – the standard rate. He gave them to Kyan, who folded the cash into his back pocket. He smiled, and took off the rest of his clothes. He was a beautiful thing. His body was nicely muscled, nearly hairless. Pink nipples the same colour as his lips. His white briefs bulging with cock. He whipped off his briefs and a delightful, hard cock sprang out, with a pink tip. He had blond pubes. Jeff found the pinkness of Kyan's lips, nips and cocktip incredibly exciting. He wondered, excitedly, if his rosebud was the same shade, too. The beautiful pinkness made Kyan look both sexually aroused and innocent. It was damn hot.
"You just gonna stand there?" he teased Jeff. Jeff whipped off his clothes, to Kyan's low whistle of appreciation. Jeff was the more muscular of the two, and his rippling torso was incredibly arousing. He had hair in all the right places – in his armpits, a thick pubic bush and a little sprinkle on his legs and chest. His cock was already fully erect and had an incredibly large girth. Teasingly, Jeff swayed his hips and Kyan watched as the cock swayed heavily from left to right. He bucked his hips, making the big cock bounce up and down. He chuckled wickedly as Kyan squirmed in excitement.
"I like to play a little rough", Jeff said, stroking his cock. Kyan nodded.
"But we have to be quiet, my wife's asleep upstairs", he told Kyan.
"OK" said Kyan. "Let's play".
Fifteen minutes later, Kyan was tied and blindfolded, completely naked. He was totally helpless and subservient. Jeff stood before him, his big, throbbing hard cocktip inches from Kyan's wet, pink lips. They haven't even begun to play this first game, and already the excitement was thick in the air.
"Listen, bitch," he told the bound and blindfolded Kyan. "In this game, I'm going to ask questions. For each right answer you give, you get to suck my cock for a while. But for each wrong answer, I'm going to punish you. Clear?" he asked. Kyan nodded, eager to begin.
"Listen closely, bitch. What's the capital of Iceland?"
Kyan hesitated. "Is it Helsinki?"
"No, it isn't", Jeff said, and with that, he pinched both Kyan's pretty pink nipples, very hard. Kyan gritted his teeth in pain, knowing he couldn't scream. With his hands bound to his feet, the position was optimum for the punishment as his nipples were fully exposed. Jeff pinched hard, counting eight, long seconds out loud. "One for each letter of 'Rekjavik'", he said, chuckling. Man, this was fun. His cock still hovered near Kyan's lips, poised to thrust into the wet mouth.
"Next question. What's the Indonesian currency?"
Kyan thought hard. He was intensely aroused but the pinching really hurt.
"Hurry!" Jeff barked.
"Uh, the Indonesian Dollar?"
"Wrong again!" With a wicked grin, Jeff pinched hard on his still raw nipples, causing Kyan to whimper in pain. The pinching was merciless – more like pulling and squeezing. The pain was intense, but Kyan was incredibly aroused. Both their cocks were aching for attention, but the game had to be played right.
"Too bad 'Rupiah' only has six letters. My, blondes really are dumber." said Jeff, sighing theatrically. He relished this sadistic game.
"Next question. Who wrote 'Women in Love'?" Jeff asked.
Kyan knew this one. "David Lawrence" he said confidently.
Jeff grunted. "Are you that hungry for cock?" he teased. "But rules are rules.. Get ready for me." Jeff thrust his big, thick cock into Kyan's mouth and let him suck it feverishly for all of two seconds. Then, he removed himself out of Kyan's mouth. Kyan said a coarse "Hey!" in frustration. He was aroused beyond belief, and yet couldn't touch his cock. It was torture. And although Jeff enjoyed the brief blowjob, the night was young, and he was feeling very playful.
