Alex pulled his foreskin back making the exposed head of his throbbing cock even more sensitive than before.
"Oh, Daddy! I'm going to cum!"
"Yes, cum for Daddy, you little whore!" Max shouted into the phone.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumminnnnng!" Alex gasped.
Max waited until Alex seemed to be settling down, then asked him, "Do you have cum on your hand, bitch?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Lick it off and swallow it, slut!" Max ordered. He smiled as he heard Alex licking his palm and fingers as ordered. "What time are you meeting Daddy tomorrow?:
"Four." Alex replied. "How will I recognize you, Daddy?"
"I'll wait for you in the parking lot. I'm 6' 2", 220 pounds. I'll be wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, and a Cubs baseball cap. We can get a cup of coffee and talk. If I like your looks, we'll go to my house where you'll surrender to me and become my boy. See you tomorrow, boy." And Max hung up.
Alex sat there stunned. He had gone into the chat room hoping for a little diversion to pass away the time and instead he had just had one of the hottest experiences of his life! Here he sat, with his pants around his ankles, his cock still partially erect, and he had just agreed to meet a strange guy for sex tomorrow! Of course, he couldn't meet Max. For all he knew, Max could be some sadistic monster who might beat him or rob him, or worse. And besides, Alex was not gay. He'd never been attracted to a man before. Until tonight, of course. There was no doubt that Max really had him going. No, he couldn't meet Max tomorrow.
But Max had his cell phone number! He could call Alex anytime he wanted. Maybe he could use it to get Alex's address. Perhaps the smart thing to do would be to meet Max and end this once and for all. Alex had the strength to do that, right? Right?
The Bookstore
The bookstore was located in a small strip mall. Alex arrived at the mall fifteen minutes early. He was nervous as hell. Instead of parking in the lot, he drove around the block trying to get up the courage to go through with this meeting. His third time around the block, he noticed Max's pickup truck in the lot. His fourth time round, he noticed Max leaning against the truck. Alex's emotions were conflicted. On one hand, he knew this was probably a stupid thing to do; meeting a strange man who was gay, aggressive, and twice his size. On the other, he wanted to experience more of the excitement and sexual fulfillment of last night. It couldn't hurt just to talk to Max, could it? This was a public place, after all. What could possibly happen?
Alex pulled into the lot, got out of his car and walked over to Max.
"After the last time you drove around the block, I figured you probably chickened out." Max smiled at him and offered his hand. "I'm Max."
"Hi, I'm Alex."
Max grasped his hand firmly and shook it.
"Why don't we go inside, get a cup of coffee, and talk." Max smiled.
"Sure." Alex smiled in reply. He was already beginning to feel better about this. Perhaps Max's dominating ways were only part of his internet persona. Perhaps he was just a regular guy after all.
Max grasped Alex's arm above the elbow and led him towards the bookstore. He had a vice-like grip and his hand wrapped itself completely around Alex's small bicep. Max opened the door for him and led him to the coffee shop counter. There weren't many people in the store and no one was sitting in the coffee shop. There was only a mousy looking teenage girl serving at the counter. When they arrived at the counter, Max moved his hand from Alex's arm and rested it against Alex's back.
"What'll you have, gents?" The girl asked them.
"I'll have a regular coffee, black." Max answered. "And my boy-friend will have a hot chocolate."
"Comin' right up." The girl said.
As she turned to get the drinks, Max's hand drifted to Alex's buttocks. He gently caressed and squeezed each ass-cheek, then slid his hand between Alex's thighs and stroked Alex's cock.
"Someone might see." Alex quietly exclaimed, stepping slightly to the side.
"Then they'll know you're mine." Max smiled and moved his hand back to Alex's ass.
The girl returned with their drinks and Max removed his hand so he could pay, but not before the girl had a chance to see the way Max had possessively held Alex's ass.
"I hope you and your boy-friend enjoy your drinks." The girl giggled.
Max smiled at her and, placing his hand around Alex's waist, he led him to the table farthest from the counter.
"I'm glad you came." Max said as they sat down. "You are even more attractive than I'd hoped."
"Thank you." Alex blushed.
"You have a nice girlish figure and the potential to be really pretty." Max complimented him. "I'm going to enjoy training you."
"Max, I haven't agreed to anything, yet." Alex responded.
"Honey, you surrendered yourself to me the minute you got out of your car. But I agree that we probably need to go through the formalities, so you understand and accept your role."
"What do you mean?" Alex asked.
"It's simple and straightforward." Max said. "When we finish here, we're going to walk over to my truck. I'm going to drive you to my house where I will seduce you and make love to you. I'm going to kiss your lips and lick the nipples on your little titties. I'm going to suck all of the juice out of that little cock of yours. Then I am going to slide my man-cock into your tight, little ass and fuck the manhood out of you. I'm going to turn you into my boy, my slut, my whore, my bitch."
"I . . . I don't know." Alex stammered.
"Look, son, this is real simple. You know. You're just indecisive because you are a sub. You need to surrender to a real man who will make your decisions for you; who knows what's best for you. You will not be truly happy until you surrender yourself to a man who will dominate and protect you; who will make your decisions for you. But you must make one definite decision to realize that happiness. You must consciously decide to surrender yourself to me."
Max took a paper bag out of his pocket and placed it on the table between them.
"What's in the bag?" Alex asked.
"Panties."
"Panties?" Alex asked.
"They are a sign; a demonstration of your surrender to me." Max said. "I want you to take them into the restroom. I want you to take off your briefs and toss them in the trash. Then I want you to put on your panties and your slacks. Then walk back to the table. Do not sit down. Look me in the eye and say, 'Please take me home now, Daddy.' From that moment on you will be completely mine."
Max paused to let what he said sink in as Alex stared at the bag.
"You already know what this wants you to do." Max said as he cupped his hand over Alex's cock. The cock was hard and throbbing and immediately started doing 'push-ups' against Max's hand.
"Ooooooooh." Alex groaned.
Max smiled and removed his hand.
"If you chicken out when you get in the restroom, throw the panties away and don't come back to the table. Just walk to your car and drive away. You'll never see me again."
Alex looked into Max's eyes. Then he got up from his chair. His knees were weak and he stumbled to the restroom door. He locked it behind him and removed the pair of white, lace panties from the paper bag. His cock twitched as he ran his hand over the sexy fabric. What was he to do? How could he surrender himself to a man like Max? This was no game. Max was serious! He should walk out of here and never see Max again. But Max had made him so hard when he described what came next. And his hand had felt so good on his ass and on his cock. Maybe he should just try on the panties.
Alex quickly removed his slacks and his briefs. He slowly slipped his legs into the panties and pulled them up to his waist. His cock grew even harder. Pre-cum leaked from his piss-slit, moistening the white lace. Alex moaned as he ran his hand over his crotch and squeezed his hardened cock. The panties felt so good, so right. Maybe Max could help him feel like this all the time. Alex pulled on his khaki slacks and slipped his shoes on. He hesitated momentarily, then put his briefs into the paper bag and tossed it in the trash. He exited the bathroom and walked up to Max.
"Please take me home now, Daddy." Alex murmured.
Max smiled at his new boy. The pre-cum leaking from his panties had already stained his khakis. Max cupped Alex's cock and balls, squeezing and rubbing, causing the wet stain to spread over his crotch.
"Let's go home, baby." Max said as he rose and took Alex's hand leading him out of the bookstore.
As they passed the coffee counter, the sales-girl giggled.
"Looks like your boy-friend can't wait to get home, Mister."
Max laughed. Alex blushed as Max led him to his truck.
Max's House
The drive to Max's house was brief; he lived only five blocks from the bookstore shopping center. Max kept his hand in Alex's lap during the entire drive; petting his cock and keeping it hard and throbbing; the pre-cum stain spreading across his crotch. Max parked in front of his bungalow and walked around the truck to open the door for Alex. He took Alex by the hand and helped him out of the truck. Two of Max's neighbors, Linda and Diane, were sitting on the steps of the bungalow next door. As Max led Alex to his bungalow, Diane spoke up.
"Hey, Max, who you got there?"
"This is my new boy." Max smiled proudly.
"He's a skinny, little thing." Linda chimed in.
"Just like I like 'em." Max laughed as he led Alex to the front door.
The second the door closed behind them, Max was all over Alex. He drew the young man into his arms and plunged his tongue into his boy's mouth. His hands were all over Alex; squeezing and caressing his ass-cheeks; rubbing his arms and chest. Alex melted into him as Max devoured his mouth. Alex gasped as Max swept him into his arms and carried him into the front room. Max sat on a side chair and sat Alex on his lap. His tongue was still eagerly exploring the boy's mouth as Max slid his hand between Alex's legs and fondled and caressed his throbbing cock. Saliva began to leak down the side of Alex's mouth as Max's tongue plunged further. Then Max began to undress Alex. He quickly unbuttoned the boy's shirt and unzipped his slacks. Max stopped the kiss and stood the boy up.
"Let's get these clothes off of you, baby. Max's sluts don't wear clothes in the house."
Max stripped him and Alex stood there with only his panties on. The panties were now soaked with pre-cum and Alex's cock was straining to break free of them.
"Dance for me, baby." Max commanded.
"I . . . I don't know how to dance."
"Dance like a little girl. Like the perverted little slut you want to be." Max said.
Alex began to move his hips, swaying back and forth as suggestively as he could. He closed his eyes and raised his arms over his head, swaying and moving as alluringly as he could. Max stared at him appreciatively as he removed his own clothes.
