This Is 25

[seattlebbbtm]

Unique and compellingly story line

[negchaserlooking]

Keep going, you are on a roll

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

Mmmmmm I am liking the mysterious dark undertones!  More please?

[evilcoyote]

I'm enjoying this story. It's nove that the build up is there.

[Guest STLjeffDadd]

Hey great start buddy. That cell phone unexplainably appearing in his desk drawer good plot. Looking for more.  

[Poz-Mcr]

Loving the story so far, can't wait to see how it develops

[NECub]

Part 4: The Realization

"So, how about that drink?", said Michael. He put his hand on my shoulder and just like the other night, I recoiled a bit. The look in his eyes stayed the same, but there was a glint of something... I don't know to be honest. "Sure, but I really need to piss first", I said quietly. At that moment two guys exited and I went to a urinal. Michael took the spot next to mine, and without any attempt at subtlety looked over the divider at my cock. Without a word he made a show of stuffing his dick back into the jock and went to the door. I did my best to conceal my erection but figured there was no point on a night like this one. As I got to the door, he took my hand without a word and led me to the bar. It was set farther back so we were able to hear each other. "Two vodka soda's Tim", he said to the bartender. They must have known each other very well, because Tim poured him two drinks that were mostly vodka (the most expensive kind they had) and Michael gave him only $30, $20 of which went into Tim's pocket. We drank our them then Michael ordered us another round. "i really shouldn't. I've already had a couple and I... prepared pretty well before we came out", I said; trying to be vague about the molly.

"You aren't in bumfuck nowhere now. I'll make sure you get home. And I have more molly if you want it. I saw you and your friend split one when I arrived." He flashed his smile that made my knees week. But there was something about his eyes. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Now I grew up on a farm. My dad taught me to hunt at a young age, as all redneck fathers do in my part of the country. I had been in a few fights in college. There honestly wasn't much that scared me. But there was something about Michael that made the hair on my neck stand on edge; yet also attracted me to him. "Come on, lets dance", he said after ordering us a third round of drinks. I realized he wasn't pulling me to the dance floor but to the stage where the hired muscle daddy's were dancing. I didn't belong up there, not by a long shot, but he insisted. After a couple minutes of him grinding his semi-hard dick into my ass, I had completely lost myself. One of the dancers got close to us, and Michael made out with him before shoving my face into his, forcing our tongues deep into each other. He then spun me around, and I was making out with Michael as he slipped his hand down my shorts. I felt something pass from his mouth to mine. "Don't worry. I just want you to have fun. I've already told your friend when to come get you off this stage and I'll order you both an Uber." I don't know how long I was up there, lost in this erotic yet malevolent man. At one point while he was turned around, I was able to make out a tattoo above his ass: a biohazard symbol. I knew what this probably meant, but when I finally took stock of the tattoos on his front, I saw a scorpion tattoo on his left hip and had no doubt what that meant. But I was too buzzed to care at the moment. An hour before closing time, one of my friends came and told me it was time to go. Michael helped us get our clothes, and shut the door to the car. Before we left I looked out and saw that incredibly warm smile looking at me, but felt a chill when I looked into his eyes.

I spent most of the following morning in bed. Never mind that I didn't get to sleep until almost 3AM, the cumulative hangover did not help. I finally got up and went for a quick but cold run, and grabbed brunch with some friends; all of whom wanted me to spill the tea on the mystery man that got me up on the platform with all of the dancers the night before. I honestly didn't know much about him myself, so it was easy to keep the details vague. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. When I got into work Monday, I had a lunch meeting invite. Strange, since we very rarely had lunch meetings unless an important client was onsite, but I didn't think too much of it. I looked over what my supervisor had asked me to prepare, and spent the morning pulling data and reports together. As I stood outside the conference room waiting for the other folks to vacate, I had a chance to ask my supervisor who had called the meeting and what the urgency was. She explained that it was the VP of Development who asked for the meeting. She and other senior members of the team would do most of the talking, but the Chief Science Officer had asked for the analyst that did the grunt work to sit in, just in case there were any detailed follow ups about the data. "Who is the CSO? I haven't met them yet." Not surprising, since I had barely been there a month. "Oh that's Pierce", she said. At that moment the previous meeting was filing out, and we went in. "His first name is Mike, but for some reason everyone calls him Pierce. It's been that way since before I started 5 years ago and he had my job... oh here he comes". She was looking out the glass wall that made up the conference room and my blood turned to ice. Walking into the room was Michael. He was Pierce. My boss's boss's boss. 

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[NECub]

Part 5: The Date

I spent the entire hour not moving. I looked at the projector screen, I didn't dare look anywhere else. I felt exposed and raw with him sitting there, like a frayed electrical wire. He never asked any questions of me, and I only had to answer a couple questions from other people in the room. When the meeting was over, I slowly stood and let everyone else leave before me. I dropped my things at my desk, grabbed a jacket, and left the office. I hadn't eaten anything so I walked a couple minutes to my favorite workday coffee shop and got a couple things. The cold air helped clear my head. When I got back to my desk, there was an envelope in the same drawer that I found the phone. It just had "Marcus" written across the top. I opened it with shaking hands. Michael had written a concise but warm note: he wanted me to join him for dinner Thursday night. He had already arranged for me to work from home Friday on projects. There wasn't much to the note, but sweet or not I knew that I didn't have a choice.

I spent the rest of the week in a daze. I went to work, the gym, cooked, read, and barely slept. I left work early Thursday, he had just told me to what to wear and to look presentable. So there I was at 7:30, wearing a white button up shirt with a navy blazer and pants (he was clear on no tie), freshly trimmed beard and a fresh haircut. My roommates (both straight), jokingly asked if I was working as an escort now. I laughed with them but at that moment felt more like a whore than I ever had in my life. My watch buzzed, my driver had arrived (even though I hadn't ordered one yet). 15 minutes later I was standing at the entrance to the tallest building in Boston, and had no doubt in my mind where I was headed. I walked up to the receptionist, and he directed me to take the elevator all the way to the top. This building had the nicest restaurant in Boston, a place I could only dream of affording. I gave my name to the hostess, and she brought me to a corner table by the windows, looking out over the lights of the city. Michael was sitting there, similarly dressed as me only with a tie and in clothes that I'm sure cost my entire meager wardrobe put together. Somehow everything fit him perfectly, I felt mine hung off me like the obvious department store knock offs that they were. He stood and invited me to sit. Instantly a waiter was asking our drinks orders. "I'll have a gin martini, straight up, very dry with a twist", Michael said. "I will as well, only with vodka and olives", I said. "Don't worry, we work together so I'm putting all of this on the company card", he said with a wink.

Over the next two hours we talked. At first about him: where he was from, how old he was (I was right originally, 38), hobbies, family, and how we found himself in his current role (he got his PhD in Biochemistry after undergrad from MIT and then his MBA from Harvard a few years later). Before long he found himself being courted by multiple biotech companies, and shortly after joining the current one was promoted to CSO. The more he talked about himself the less scary he was, and I enjoyed myself more. The ridiculously overpriced cocktails and absurd bottle of wine he ordered may have helped, but he seemed more normal than I had originally given him credit for. Though his eyes never lost that particular shine that I had come to associate with goosebumps. Eventually the conversation turned to me, and the more mundane aspects of my life (not the things I had shared when we first met). 

By the time we left it was almost 11pm. As we walked down the street, the hairs on the back of my neck stood again. He pulled me into an alley and started kissing me violently. He shoved me against a wall and pulled my pants down. At first I was terrified, but when he spun me around he dove face first into my ass, giving me the best rim job I could ever remember receiving. After a couple of minutes, he spun me back around and his fingers replaced his tongue in my ass. His mouth engulfed my cock and between his fingers and the blow job, it was a matter of minutes before I was moaning and shooting my load down his throat. He swallowed all of it, stood up, and kissed me hard again.

"I have to go for a bit, but if you want to come over in an hour text me and I'll make sure the doorman rings you up", he said. Before I could even buckle my belt he was gone. At that point my dick and my curiosity were outweighing my gut feeling about him. I texted the number on the card he gave me, and a few seconds later confirmed our time and the address I was to go to. I would never walk there in time, but I started in that direction before I would call a car, not knowing how much my life was about to change.

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[seattlebbbtm]

This is excellent 

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

Amazing, I can't wait for the next part

[paradoxd1]

This is so fucking hot, I love a slow burn build

[NECub]

Part 6: The Room

I stood outside Michaels door, my heart pounding in my ears. I realized I was holding my breath. I could turn back, I could just ignore him and never speak to him again. That wasn't realistic, since he ran my company in a way. But setting that aside, I felt this magnetic pull towards him, even if it terrified me. I pushed the door open and walked in. He was sitting in the living room, having removed his jacket and tie. He smiled at me, and without a word walked over to the bar, and poured two large bourbon and ice. The expensive stuff, of course. He handed one to me and invited me to sit. We picked up where our conversation had left off, and after half an hour got us a refill. "Would you like to see the rest of my apartment?" "Sounds good to me", I replied. He got up and led us down the hallway. We went though a couple of bedrooms with their own master closets and bathrooms. The third bedroom must have been his, and I could see the bathroom I was introduced to my first night. There was something odd though: the windows that looked out over the harbor intersected with a wall, except it wasn't a wall. It wasn't a mirror either. It could have been a window, except it was opaque and dark. Michael caught me staring at it. "That's an interesting feature of the apartment. Would you like to see what it is?" I felt a lump in my throat and suddenly couldn't speak. He took my silence to mean yes, and moved towards two small switches. With one, the glass was suddenly light. And with the other, the opaqueness disappeared to reveal what was behind it.

I didn't know how to absorb what I was looking at. The room beyond was long, it must have stretched all the way back to the front of the apartment. I could see a door, which must lead off to the main hallway. It looked very clean and sterile, with black tile floors and white walls to contrast it. But it was what was in the room that mattered. 

A sex swing. Actually 2, different styles. A couple of fuck benches, a hardback chair with a large hole in the bottom. Stainless steel sinks with matching counters and drawers. In one corner there was a raised section of tile with a shower head and what I now know is a enema attachment. One wall had floating shelves with mannequin heads and all sorts of masks and hoods. Other shelves had toys, some of which seemed like they would be impossible to fit in someone. There were bolts in the ceiling in some spots, and ropes hung from them. These were just the things I could see, I had no doubt that there was a lot more in the drawers. There was someone in the room too. In the center sling, I could see a hole facing us with a large pup tail plug in it. With his cheeks spread I could see two scorpion  tattoos on either side of his hole. Half of his body was covered in tattoos on one side, and the muscles were just as beefy as Michaels. His cock was locked in a strange looking cage. I could see two large piercings at his nipples, and he wore a hood with a rebreather mask. A long clear tube led from the mask to a small looking machine that clicked green every couple minutes and I could see the man go more limp in the sling (something I would soon find out was an automated poppers machine).

"So what do you think of my apartment". As he said this I was aware he was mere inches behind me when I felt his warm breath on my neck. Frankly, I was terrified and wanted to leave and never go back. But like he read my mind, Michael reached around to my crutch, and as he grabbed me I became aware that I had the biggest hard on of my life.

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[NECub]

Part 7: The Introduction

Michael moved around me, and flipped both switches so that the lights went out and the opaque covering was back. Without a word he took my hand and led me back to the living room. As we walked by the hallway door that led into that room, he must have sensed me looking at it. "It's finger print accessible only. Sound proof of course. It was a bitch getting permission from the city and the co-op to put a wall up covering the exterior windows but I rarely take no for an answer." As I sat down he brought us two more drinks. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But if you want to learn more, and my proposal, you can stay." Against my better judgement (or maybe for it), I accepted the drink.

"By now you know I have the finances to do almost whatever I want in reason. I won't ever be buying a private jet or anything like that. And the money has allowed me to explore various sides of myself. 10 years ago, while I was finishing up my PhD, I contracted HIV. At first I started spiraling. But then a friend helped me realize that my life was just starting. So I turned myself into who I wanted to physically, mentally, financially. When my grandfather died, he left me everything. Which wasn't much admittedly, but just enough so that I could buy this place and turn it into what I wanted when I turned 30. The man you saw in the sling is my most recent... acquisition. The latest in a line of men that I've found one way or another, and have decided that they want what I offer." "Money?", I blurted our in spite of myself. He let out the loudest and most sincere laugh I had ever heard from him. "No, though that is certainly part of it. Freedom. I give them the means to shape who they want to be without any judgement. When I found Erik, he was a scrawny, downtrodden 30 year old that had given up on his dreams. Now he makes more money than I do, has turned his body into something from a superhero movie, and when he's not here fucks whoever he wants... or gets fucked by. He's the fourth one I've had since I got the place. After a couple of years, they decide to go out on their own and start their own... collections. It's like a family I've built up. They may leave, but they're never really gone and we still see each other."

My brain was spinning from the bourbon, what I had seen in that room, and this wild information. "Why are you telling me all of this? We barely know each other. I appreciate what you did and everything for me, but why?" "Because Marcus, I see myself in you. I see what I see in all of my creations initially: someone who has just tried to do the best they have been given, but are one kick to the balls away from losing themselves forever. My friend that i told you about did something similar for me. And if you want, I can help make you into whatever you want to be. This isn't some power trip either. I love and deeply care for each man that comes into my life. Whether you stay a year or ten, it will always be up to you and I will devote everything I have to you while you are here, just as you will to me".

"I grew up with almost nothing. I know that there's always a catch."

"You would be my sub, yes. Not my slave, because I have respect for my men. There would be certain things that would be expected of you sexually and personally. But as I said  you would be free to leave at any time. There is only one thing that is absolute before you do leave: you have to help me find my next acquisition. And help me initiate them. It will be a bit of a shock at first and each new one needs some guidance besides just from myself." "What if I don't do it?", I asked rather boldly. The coldness that had been gone from his eyes returned even though he was smiling. "The chastity device I put each man in is... special. I'm the only one that can unlock it, since it's controlled wirelessly. This is the only absolute rule I have. You'll find getting it off otherwise... challenging." I sat in silence for a minute and finally said the quiet part out loud. "Would I have to become like you... like him.. poz?". He suddenly looked at me as if all he wanted to do was hug me and all the cold was gone from him. "Of course not. That was a choice I was never given, and a choice that I make sure I give to everyone. I would never take that decision from you. Overtime, each man has decided they want that from me and I have made that happen. But unless you decide it, we will both take medication to minimize that possibility as much as possible."

By that time it was late. He said I didn't have to decide that night, I could take the weekend to think it over (hence why he had arranged for me to work from home the following day). He ordered me a Lyft, and walked me down to the lobby. We hugged goodbye outside and I had never felt more cared for in that moment. As I went home, my brain wouldn't turn off. I was conflicted. But Michael had probably already seen what I would decide, or else he never would have taken the time to explain all of that to me.

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[DCWildBtm]

Agree with everything already said, amazing writing and truly addictive story. Looking forward to the rest, and thank you for contributing!

[oinker]

Very different and intriguing to see where this is headed . I am sure erotic and going to be very sensual