Erotica Harem

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Title: Descent

Chapter: 2

Author: Alex Morgan

Plot: Todd is bought for a low price by a ‘bear’, who takes him home and sex, more sex, and more sex occurs but with little details, sadly.

Style & Voice: 1st person via Todd. Consistant.

Referencing: Good local scene in unknown era, city, state or country. Starts in the bar, goes to the guy’s home, ends in bed.

Scene/Setting: I think I’d like a bit more description.

Characterization: Good. More description, including approx. age of Todd & Daddy.

Grammar: Good w/ some comments in the text.

Just My Personal Opinion: 1,757 words. (NOTE: I count words as an idiosyncrasy.)
Wow. New stuff for me. I’ve heard of it, but not really read much.


I swore I heard crickets chirping after the muscle bear emcee introduced me as ‘Todd’. No boi todd or slave todd. In retrospect, I should’ve given them a better moniker. The din of the crowd dipped to a level that people could whisper to each other and be heard.

I kept the smile plastered to my face, searching the audience for someone to bid on me. The spotlight in my face made it difficult but I found Master Mike in the room. He wasn’t even looking at the stage, his attention completely centered on the pony boy he just bought.

My heart sunk as the emcee implored with the throng to place a bid on me. To add insult to injury, he began lowering the mandatory starting price of twenty-five dollars. Even the slaves that didn’t get very high bids were above the minimum.

“Twenty dollars?

Silence.

“Fifteen?”

Still nothing.

“Ten?”

At last someone spoke up.

“Sold!” The emcee yelled without hesitation. No more bidding. No going, going gone. Just ‘sold’.

Deflated and humiliated, I stepped off the stage to lackluster applause to meet my new master. He was more of the rounder type than muscular but my first impression of him was that he seemed to be a nice guy.

“I’m Daddy Rob.” He put his arm around my shoulders and tweaked my6 stray ‘6’. nipple. I wasn’t attracted to him but the smile that appeared among the thick mustache and beard was so disarming that I warmed to him immediately.

“Todd,” I said. A total surprise to me, I liked the feel of his soft hair that covered his chest and stomach. I was used to smooth guys and thought that was my preference.

“You really didn’t know what you were doing up there, did you?” Daddy Rob asked, giving my shoulders a squeeze.

“Was it that obvious?” I refused to believe I was so transparent.

He chuckled. “First of all, you have on designer underwear in stead of leather or rubber. Second, you didn’t stand like a slave should. And third, you had that goofy smile on all the time. You looked like you got lost on your way to J.R’s.” His eyes twinkled at me while he was speaking so I knew that he wasn’t scolding me. Maybe I could learn from him. I put my arm around his ample waist. His broad shoulders offset any additional padding he had in the middle. He pulled me into an embrace and gave me the roughest, messiest kiss I had ever had. I never felt so man-handled.

Where the hell have I been? Why have I been wasting all my time at those other bars? All the real men have been here and I’ve been hanging out with the pretenders, the fakes and the shallow ones who are more interested in how they look, how much money they make and where they live.

Daddy Rob was the antithesis of that entire scene. Wit Typo one kiss, I got the impression he drove a beat-up pickup truck, lived in an apartment and had a blue-collar job. I melted into his embrace.

“Get your clothes and let’s get outta here, boy,” he said releasing me.

I was almost right about his truck. It wasn’t beaten up but a late model, fully equipped Ford F150 that looked like it had just been washed and waxed. He pulled into the driveway of a modest but trendy home in an upscale neighborhood. I know some say the color of the vehicle is wasted words but I like to know.

“Wow!” I said as he led me through the front door. “Nice place. What do you do?”

“I’m a real estate agent.” He hadn’t stopped grinning at me all the way home. Then it seemed to change from pleasant to lusty as he shut the door behind us. He grabbed me in a crushing grip, making me dropped my clothes which I carried in a bundle, and clamped his furry mouth over mine. He lifted me off my feet and slipped off my underwear down to my knees so smoothly that I was caught off-guard. I’m having trouble visualizing being lifted off his feet, which should take 2 hands, AND the undies coming off, and should it really be ‘down’?

“Wait,” I managed to turn my head from under his kisses to speak. “Shouldn’t we have some foreplay first? Get to know each other before we start?” None of the other guys I knew moved so fast, so eager and ready.

“Foreplay? You really are new at this.” He pulled back. “You’re my boy. I bought you fair and square, so you do as I say. That’s why you put yourself up for auction, isn’t it?”

I swallowed hard since he was right. Because I expected someone else to bid on me was no reason not to go along with it. I was being pawed and groped like never before and I loved it.

“Take off my jeans, boy.”

With a new perspective, I dropped to my knees and undid the buttons of his Levis. Obviously no undies? They dropped to the floor, exposing an erect cock larger than any I’d seen before. I felt embarrassed of my own size now.

“Suck it, boy,” he commanded.

I couldn’t imagine taking anything that huge into my mouth but it was so beautiful. Besides the thought of being ordered to was a rush. I took the head with my lips and licked the tip. Daddy Rob moaned with pleasure. I would show him I knew a thing or two. I ran my tongue down his shaft and his knees began to quiver. He grabbed me by the ears and rammed his cock into my mouth, pumping back and forth. I could barely breathe. The head of his dick pushed against the back of my throat making me gag. I heard his moans increasing in intensity as his balls slapped against my chin. If it was so huge could it go in all the way so the balls would hit the chin?

Sooner that I expected, he exploded into my mouth, coating the back of my throat with hot, sticky cum. I didn’t get a chance to taste it and I almost choked. I started coughing. Maybe just coughed, rather than starting.

Daddy hauled me to my feet. “Are you okay, boy?” He had genuine concern in his eyes. I managed to swallow then nod. “Whew! You had me worked. Worked? Haven’t you had a dick this big before?”

I shook my head, still trying to clear my throat. He laughed. “And I don’t think I’m that large. You ready for some more?”

“More?” I couldn’t believe my ears. He was ready for another round already. “What do you want me to do?”

Instead of answering, he threw me over his broad shoulder and carried me into his bedroom. I think I’d like more description of Todd and the daddy. How they compared in size, etc. He dumped me on the bed, which had an iron frame with four tall posts. Horizontal bars connected the posts at the top as if a canopy or drapes once hung there. A glance around the room revealed all manner of leather and rubber implements that I had no idea what they were. This sentence is rough. Before I had a chance to study them, Daddy Rob rolled me over on my stomach. He climbed on top of me so I couldn’t move and tied my wrists to ropes already secured to the posts. He did the same to my ankles, leaving is ‘me’ missing? spread-eagled with my bare ass exposed.

“Like that, boy?” he whispered. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. He reached between my legs and grabbed my rigid cock, which had pinned uncomfortably beneath me. “I’ll say you love this.” He pulled it out so it was point should it be ‘pointing’? to the foot of the bed. Since it was so hard, it resisted being wrested from its favorite position, pointing ‘point’ repeats at my belly button. I groaned in pain but Daddy Rob only laughed at my discomfort. He lay down on top of me again and this time I knew what to expect so I braced myself.

“You’re tense, boy. Are you scared?” His voice was calm, almost concerned.

“Yes, sir.” I craned my neck to look at him out of the corner of my eye. “What are you going to do to me?” heheheee. I love to say that. I used it in my current story.

It must have been the expression on my face that made him pause. He sat back on his heels. “If you’re so afraid, why did you put yourself up for sale tonight? What did you expect would happen?”

“I had no idea. I thought it would be just sex,” I said, my voice quivering. “But not this.” I glanced at the ropes.

To my surprise, Rob chuckled and started rubbing my ass and legs. “You mean I bought a bondage virgin?” He laughed again, giving my butt cheeks a playful squeeze. “It’s more than just giving it up for Daddy or Master. Being a slave means that you give me total domination of you. I’m in control of everything about you. What you see, what you hear. I put you in a position how I want to keep you.” He crawled back on top of me, still talking about the expectations of a submissive and inserted his huge, rigid cock inside of me. I gasped as he penetrated me. Maybe add, ‘thankfully,’ He moved in gently as if afraid of hurting me.

I hadn’t been stretched this much ever and it felt good! Daddy Rob knew how to please a boy. Waves of pleasure coursed through me and I tugged on my ropes, bracing myself so I could thrust my body against his and match his movements. His hands explored every bit of my torso and arms. He covered me with furry tender kisses. His warm breath on the back of my neck sent shivers of the good kind down my spine. It surprised me when a thought crossed my mind.

Right now, I would do anything for Daddy Rob. He was nothing like those superficial twinks and self-centered pretty boys I was used to. They often treated me with disdain and attitude as if sleeping with them was an honor I should feel privileged to have bestowed upon me. Rob was more than I had ever seen or been with. All of them at the leather bar were masculine beyond my wildest dreams. Even the ones that were sold as slave should it be ‘slaves’? put those stuck-up queens to shame.

In an instant, my whole viewpoint of ‘man’ shifted to a completely different perspective.

Daddy Rob used me all night, tying me in strange positions, spanking me and never getting soft either, which impressed me to no end. At last, he flopped down on the bed beside me, drenched in sweat and panting form exertion. I was sore in places I didn’t even know existed, but I snuggled next to him. Exhausted and happy, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.