Master Finds New Gay Submissive

I sat in a coffee shop waiting for my online hookup to show up. After he was fifteen minutes, I ordered a coffee and sandwich without him. I was feeling a little disappointed having just gotten out of a four-year relationship with a live in slave and now this new prospect was blowing me off.

My previous partner got a great job opportunity, and he had to move halfway around the world. At first, I was crushed at the thought of him moving away. Initially he suggested I accompany him, and I thought about the idea. However, the more I thought about it and as fun as it seemed I would have to find another career that I was accustomed to, and I have never been one to be dependent financially on someone else.

With regret we said our goodbyes and I showed him off at the airport. That was six months ago, and I missed him terribly. It was probably best for both of us since the new position suited him and even if I went, I might wind up resenting him later.

I had been focusing on work as a way of coping with the empty house we used to share. I am in the construction industry and work as a General Contractor for a fairly substantial construction company. The construction project was massive, and my portion to manage was the bulk of it. For the better part of six months, I was working between 50 to 60 hours a week which is a phenomenal paycheck but doesn't give way for a social life.

Like everything in life things move in a cycle and my busy time was coming to a close which now I had more free time. It is amazing how much of a shift it is from working 50 or 60 hours a week to a regular 40-hour work week. Now I had time on my hands but no one to share it with.

In a fit of sadness, whiskey, internet scrolling, and angry masturbating I found a site for kinky people looking to share interests. It is something I am into, so I decided to investigate. And that is when I came across the photo and profile of an attractive 20-year-old who actually lived in the area named Alex.

The photo of this person showed a medium height, slender built, man with dark bobbed hair, dark eyes, and young boyish features. Based on the initial look at the photo it was honestly hard to tell gender of this person. I am usually into more masculine men the kind who like sports, working out, and enjoy physical activities, but I was willing to take a chance.

I sent a message of the usual "Hey I like your profile we should meet for coffee, and I nervously sent a pic of me wearing my riding leathers, aviator sunglasses, sporting my trimmed beard. I waited a couple of days before I saw a response and I looked through his message and at first, I was surprised a thinking it was some kind of scam. Alex seemed to be sincere, so I named the time and place, a coffee shop that was down the street, for Friday night at 7:00pm. He agreed to the meeting a few minutes after I sent the message.

It was only Tuesday, so I had time to get ready. I went all out since it was my first date in months and meeting someone new in almost five years. To say I was amped up would be saying it mildly.

I could hardly focus on work I was so excited, but the week went by fast. I got a haircut, trimmed the beard, and laid out my outfit and hung it in the closet. It was a simple but sexy wardrobe choice. Tight black T-shirt, blue jeans, thick leather belt, black ankle motorcycle boots.

Here I was looking and feeling very confident. Now as nearly 30 minutes had passed, I was feeling rejected, angry, and debated going to a liquor store down the street to get a bottle of cheap whiskey and try to finish it. Then I reminded myself the whole thing was probably a scam anyway. The kind where I go home message the person who then makes a claim that their car broke down and needs repair and they ask for money and arrange another "hookup".

I should have never gone with my horny impulse and trusted my logic in the matter. I was going to finish enjoying my espresso and sandwich before I go home. A detour to the liquor store may not be a bad idea.

Just then Alex walked in the door and our eyes locked. He was dressed similar to me except his leather jacket was brown, his shirt was white, his jeans were of the skinny variety, something I am not now or ever will be a fan of wearing, but it looked natural to him, and comfortable looking black Vans shoes. The major difference was he had a large backpack on. Like the kind people use for hiking or traveling with minimal extras. His profile picture was pretty accurate he still was sporting the Bettie Boop hair style which really worked for him, although it looks like he is into makeup, so he did a good job recreating his profile picture.

I stood up and waved him over which he nervously walked over to me. He stood right in front of me, and I was towering over him. I extended my hand for a handshake which he accepted. He had a strong but not forceful grip and soft but calloused hands. I pulled him in for the "bro-hug" trying not to be overly affectionate since we just met face-to-face. He had a smell of cologne that was not overpowering with the compliment of the leather jacket.

We broke our embrace. Alex nervously informed me he was short on cash and asked if I could pay for him. I was not the least bit surprised that one he was short on funds, and two would beg for me to take care of him. I naturally not wanting to seem cheap obliged him and asked if he needed something to eat as well.

After his coffee and salad arrived, we began with idle small talk to get to know each other. Alex had gone to college for marketing but had to drop out after a year due to lack of funds and was currently working a retail job between modeling for photoshoots.

I told him about my career and my life experiences between the Army, college afterward, and how I was now a supervisor for a construction company. I listed off a few jobs the company had completed, some he knew most he was oblivious to their existence let alone construction.

When he finished eating his salad he asked if we could take a ride back to my place since he had no car. I informed him that we are only three blocks from my house, so walking was our only option. Alex was okay by that and was kind of impressed that I would walk the three blocks and save on gas.

I ushered Alex to the door and disposed of our used containers and cups as we left. It was a nice autumn night with a slight chill in the air but not too cold, so we began strolling back to my house. On the way to my front yard, I made a comment about being armed with a firearm. I did this not to scare or threaten merely to inform so when I put my concealed handgun in the safe in the closet when I hung our jackets up, he wouldn't be alarmed.

When I mentioned this, he looked frightened like I was going to rob or assault him. I assured him it was only for protection and have no intention to rob or assault him but in fact I thought he might have brought friends to do the same to me.

Then he started to smile a little and let his ego show. "Wow you must think I am a real honey pot. A hot, young, piece of ass to seduce a man and rob him and beat him with his cohorts."

I apologized for offending him, but Alex did seem too good to be real. However, he completely understood since some of the people he used to run with now pull that very scam, and others are doing prison time for it.

By the time we finished that conversation we were at my front door. Amazing how easy it is to walk three blocks when sharing the walk. I presented my keyring and phone to open the door to the house and deactivate the alarm.

We stepped into the warmth of the heated air, and I removed my jacket revealing the concealed pistol I had on my hip. Alex looked more than a little nervous at the idea of me having a gun.

I tried to reassure him, "Alex I have no intension to harm you and I suspect you do not intend to harm me. However, we are not the only two people that exist outside this house. I know danger exists, so I choose to be ready and hope that day never comes which is why I like most responsible people should prepare their homes for all types of emergencies. Not just the violent criminal one but fire, natural disasters, and first aid as best they can."

"I understand not wanting to be a victim but since I was a child all I was taught is guns are evil and used by evil people. So, all I can do is try to manage my fear." Alex replied trying to convince himself more than I.

I offered to take his jacket and backpack and put them in the closet which he gladly handed both to me. I opened the closet door in the main entrance, put the backpack in the corner, hang up our jackets, and placed my gun in the safe on the shelf.

I made an uneasy statement about how I preferred to be naked or at most in a speedo which was why the house was so warm. I start by removing my shirt and proceed to unbuckle my belt.

Alex approaches and delivers a strong opened mouth kiss and caresses my hairy chest. He runs his fingers down my side giving me a slight tickle with his light touch, runs his fingers across my abs, and finishes off at the button of my jeans. I look him in the eyes as he aggressively unbuttons and yanks the zipper down. My jeans fall to the floor leaving my hard cock to strain against the thin fabric of my cotton boxer shorts.

Alex tries to control the situation by reaching his hand into the elastic band of my underwear. I wrap my hands around each of his wrists and force his hands above his head as I pin him to the wall.

I show him who is in charge by pulling his shirt over his head and leaving his arms in the sleeves, I twist the shirt around his wrists making a nice, improvised restraint. I step out of my boots and legs of my jeans and kick them to the side.

I am now standing in my socked feet. It is my turn to get Alex naked. With one hand I pin his arms to the wall, and my free hand I undo his belt and unzip his pants. His tight jeans are tough to undress but I manage to pull them to the ground, to my amazement he is not wearing any type of underwear. I order Alex to kick off his shoes and step out of the legs of his pants.

The two of us are standing in our socks and I am admiring the contrast. Alex is a pale, young, medium built, dark eyed, dark trendy haircut, with no body hair. While I am a middle-aged, tall, tanned, muscular, man with a beard professional looking haircut, and I trimmed my pubic area, and removed my back hair, I left my chest, arm and leg hair alone.

It made me feel even more like I was "robbing the cradle" looking at this 20-year-old who with all his manscaping looks like he is not even hit puberty yet.

I continued to pin his arms up with my left hand and fondled his stiff cock and smooth balls in my right hand. He let out a soft moan which I immediately stifled with and open mouth kiss. Now I was rubbing our hard cocks together jerking mine and his in my massive hand. I stop jerking my cock and focus slowly stroking his.

I pulled my head back breaking our kiss and stared deep into his brown eyes. I could see his orgasm about to build in his eyes and feel it by his pulsating cock in my hand. I wanted to bring him to the edge and getting a sense I had brought him to that point I released my grip on his cock. I watch as his once pink cock head was now purple and oozed clear precum.

Alex's body started to shake as his orgasm subsided and he pleaded with me to let him cum. I of course was not about to let Alex cum so quick and easy I wanted him to earn his release.

With my free hand I placed on his shoulder and worked in tandem with the hand that held the makeshift restraint, I flipped him around. Once Alex was turned, I pressed my body into his putting against the wall and pulled his hands down behind his head. I could feel the surrender of his body beneath mine, he was at my will, and he knew it.

I felt like such a dominant pervert, but I smelled his soft, thick, hair, and nibbled on his exposed ear. I was not sure what his shampoo was, but it smelled intoxicating, and I enjoyed the control I had over him. I felt my own erect cock pressing into his ass cheek and wanted to force myself into him.

I whispered playfully in his ear, "Where would you like me to take you, bedroom, or playroom?" They are the same room, but depending on his answer would determine how he wanted this to play out.

Alex tried to look back at me when he answered, "Your playroom Sir."

I was delighted at his reply, not that it mattered because my playroom was my bedroom, but his answer spoke volumes of his intentions. "Well then we will make that our destination, but first a quick tour of the rest of the house." I opened a small drawer on the small wooden table where my mail, car keys, and wallet usually sat and pulled out a set of hinged handcuffs.

It was a difficult task, but I managed to slip one hand free and lock the cuff around his wrist and then remove the second hand and lock that in place as well behind his back. "I want to show you my house that I am very vain about, but I cannot let you forget your place as my slave for the moment."

Before we begin our tour, I remove my socks and then his, so we are standing together completely naked. I picked up my smartphone off the table and we began our tour by showing him the first room, the kitchen. It has lots of counter space with a peninsula between the kitchen and living room, with the island in the middle added even more countertop and cupboard space. I love the cold feeling of the cold, smooth, tile floor on the bottom of my feet as I walked us to the next room.

The living room transitioned to bamboo flooring like the rest of the house, that housed a large sectional leather couch, a large wooden coffee table that was big enough to be a dining room table if it was not as low to the ground. On the wall was mounted a large flatscreen TV and a home theater setup with the surround sound, DVD player, and Xbox one game system.

I selected a feature on my phone and the curtains were withdrawn to reveal the reinforced glass wall complete with hinged double-door leading to the fenced in back yard. The yard was very well kept and landscaped, but now full of leaves that had just fallen from the neighbors' maple trees over the week. I was mildly annoying that I had to rake leaves for trees that were not mine, since I removed my own dying maple tree years ago, I never replanted so I could have an unobstructed view over my fence from the bedroom balcony. The wooden deck that had an 8-person hot tub by stairs that went up to the balcony outside the master bedroom or down to the workout/yoga room.

I chose to take Alex to the staircase behind the kitchen through the closed wooden door at the bottom of the stairs that leads to the basement which is the workout/yoga room. I explain to Alex the room is sectioned off from the rest of the house and is automatically set to 82 degrees an hour before I wake up in the morning. Right now, it is the same 70 degrees as the rest of the house the room has four doors leading out of it. One is the one that goes out to the backyard, another, leads to a bathroom with a shower, one is the one we came down from the kitchen, and the final one is extra storage space that has the water heater, furnace, electrical panel, and canned and dried foods.

I lead Alex through the door to the storage room. The thing that surprised Alex the most when I turned on the dim light in the middle of the ceiling was the fine crafted St. Andrews Cross that was built with sturdy wood, painted black, and padded with red leather on the front anchored to the middle of the room. I debated with myself about playing down here or taking him upstairs to the Master bedroom. "You know Alex I was deciding on whether or not to put you on the cross and whip you for almost disappointing me or have some real fun upstairs."

Alex had a little concern in his voice, "After seeing how well your cross is put together, I think I begin to understand how into BDSM you are and am a little hesitant and nervous to see the rest."

I opened the only other door out of the storage room to a landing that went to the garage. I showed Alex my Indian Scout motorcycle and my '72 blue Dodge Charger that I was hoping for one final drive with the windows rolled down before winter. Not spending much time in the next few rooms because I wanted Alex to see what I had in store.

I shut the door to the garage and walked from the landing up the stairs to the main hallway. From the hallway back to the kitchen, up a different set of stairs that leads to three bedrooms. One Master bedroom on the right and two guest rooms that are made up incase some of my parties have inebriated guests.

At the conclusion of the tour, I escorted Alex to the Master Bedroom where the nights festivities would begin. I made a theatric motion and opened the two large heavy wooden doors that revealed the room. The room was white like every other room in the house. At first, I used the white light so he could get a real understanding of the layout. The setup was really basic, a bed, a couple of standup wardrobe closets against the walls, between two chests of drawers, a large king sized custom wooden four post bed against the adjacent wall.

At first glance the room is what one would expect from someone who spent a lot of money on their home and wanted an exceptional bedroom. A sliding glass door with a reinforced sealed glass frame that led to a patio, and a patio set with the table that had a collapsable gondola and matching chairs. The external stairs went to the backyard and lower deck. Where that before mentioned hot tub was waiting.

I pulled Alex further into the room and pointed at the bed instructing him to sit. "Before we truly begin, I have a few ground rules. 1. If at any time something I do hurts, you or causes real pain to speak the word RED and I will stop. 2. If anything, I try is one of your hard limits or something you are uncomfortable with speak the word YELLOW. 3. Most important of all you are not a captive or prisoner. This is about your sexual exploration as much as mine and you as the submissive may set your terms and I as your Master will honor them."

"Now that the ground rules are established let us begin." I walked over to the pair of wooden cabinets and opened them up reveling my collection of bondage gear. On the doors hung various types of floggers, paddles, canes, crops, and single-tailed whips.

The interiors of the cabinets one had various coiled lengths of rope, spreader bars, lengths of chains, and leather straps. The other held leather body harnesses of various styles, leather chaps, vests, that hung on metal clothes hangers, and a few types of leather boots in my size.

On one of the top selves were three mannequin heads that held a full leather harness with zippers on the mouth and eyes, a head harness with a ball gag similar to the one from Pulp Fiction except this one had detachable button attached blindfold, and my leather biker hat. Along the top of the other cabinet were a few other basic types and styles of gags and blindfolds and all types of fasteners; carabiners, 'C' collars, and even padlocks.

I had three drawers at the bottom of each cabinet that contained many other devices. I had them divided as follows, nipple/CBT, cuffs, collars, e-stim unit and devices, plugs and dildos, and wands and vibrators. I had amassed quite a collection over the last few decades, and I loved to show them off at adult parties. For now, I was going to have fun with this fresh, new, and willing piece of meat.

I wanted to start simple, so I opened a drawer, reached into it and pulled out wrist and ankle suspension cuffs. I closed that drawer and opened another pulling out clover nipple clamps, and a parachute style ball stretcher. I closed that drawer and retrieved a few items, a coil of hemp rope, a length of metal chain a metal adjustable spreader bar off the hooks.