Nerd vs Jock Part 1

Another night and I was online with Recon. I was looking through profiles and came across one that really got my attention. He was only two years younger than me, excellent muscled body, black, submissive, a self described jock, and into chastity. He was exactly what I was looking for but his profile stated that he was into fit guys. I am most definitely not fit. Working on it... but at the moment I'm a heavy bear/chub. I cruised him and very quickly got a cruise back. Surprised, I reached out and messaged him. That was all it took. He was hooked.

We chatted for five days and found we both were really compatible in terms of interest. I went ahead and told him he should come over on a Thursday night. This was the first time in awhile that I'd had someone that I had such synchronicity with. My favorite thing to do with subs, especially jocks, is to get into their psychology and find out what makes up their sub space. It's usually pretty easy with jocks as they've always gotten by on their bodies and less so on their mind. Although I will say, DC has a lot of smart talented people so, many times, this stereotyping has failed me. Not this time though. His thoughts are very surface level and easy to pick up on. He's into me and it's time to make my move. I told him to come over on Thursday.

No matter how into me a boy seems I never believe men are going to show up until they are in my bed naked. So while I'd thought out what I'd do if he came over, I was fully prepared to entertain myself for the evening. Or look for other ass to fuck, beat, or tie up. I got a text indicating that he was a block away. I took a moment and grabbed my toys I thought I might use and brought laid them out quickly. I raced to the bathroom and used some mouthwash quickly.

I opened the front door and politely waved him in. He just made it past the door when I suddenly threw my weight at him and pressed him against the wall with my forearm at his throat.

"Hey faggot. I am glad you came. You ready to serve me fag?" I grinned and looked him right in the eyes intensely. He nodded slowly. He looked a little nervous. Can't let that nervousness settle in his mind. With the forearm at his throat I gripped his shoulder and turned him and pushed him down the short entry way to my apartment. I steered him to my room and closed and locked the door. Once there I gave him a moment to look around.

 "Faggot, we have discussed safety prior to this but I am going to go over it again. You will save all questions till the end." I gripped his jaw with my hand and looked him dead in the eye. "Your safe word is 'Yellow' if you say that safe word the action will stop and I will check in on you. Any bindings you may be in will be undone. There is no shame involved in using the safe word, nor is there any 'control over the scene'. By playing with a safe word I know that if you are not using it I am free to play as I deem appropriate for this scene. Furthermore, if your mouth is full of my COCK or something less tasty, I will reach over and slip my hands into yours. If you squeeze it as hard as you can I will stop the scene. If you squeeze my hand twice and lightly I’ll continue on. Do you understand these instructions?" He nods his head. "Do you have anything to add you think I should know?" Another nod.

"Strip faggot!" I barked. He quickly started to undress. "Slowly..." I said. He hesitated and then took his clothes off a bit more seductively. His skin was silky smooth and dark. He absolutely lived up to his pictures. His body was muscled and lean. I felt warmth spreading through my mind. A velvet haze I've come to recognize as a heady mix of attraction and dominance bubbled to the surface like a kettle slowly building to a boil.

My slave had stripped down to his jock but stopped there. I stepped forward and stretched my hand out and grasped the elastic and tugged his jock down revealing his cock. His cock was thick but not especially large. I grabbed the shaft section of my CB 6000 and tried to slip his cock into it. Despite having the largest size that was offered his cock was difficult to fit in. As I tried he winced in pain and struggled to fit him in.

The slave whined about the discomfort. I snatched up a bit of water based lube and sparingly applied it to his cock and that did it. The cock popped into the cage and I was finally able to secure everything in place. I looped the lock into the slot but didn't lock it. Instead, I stood and put the key on a chain necklace. I held it before me and started him unflinchingly in the eye. "Kiss it." I instructed. His nose wrinkled as if I asked him to kiss a dead fish and he did so. I flashed a toothy grin. "You just kissed your freedom goodbye." I growled. "You sick fuck!" he gasped as I locked his cage and put the key around my neck. It hung lightly halfway between my chin and nipples.

I reached over to my wrist restraints and put them on his wrists as tightly as I could. I secured a metal clip binding the thick leather straps together. Once secured I roughly grabbed the link and yanked him towards the bed. Rather than go in the direction he was forced he simply stumbled forward slightly. Annoyed at his passivity I reached out a foot and pushed him much harder onto the bed. I heard a familiar pitch in his voice. He was about to start whining again. I reached over to my desk and snatched the riding crop.

With one swift motion I brought it down quickly about 2 inches from his face. He flinched and was silenced.

To be continued...