Jack's Reluctant Conversion

Jack’s Reluctant Conversion

Chapter One

       OK, let me get to the point.  Mark is my name.  You don’t need my last name.  I trade in commodities and stocks, mostly from my home.  I am successful and have built a pretty good life for myself.  I played football in high school, and a little in college.  But, I got tired of being beat up.  A running back can get hit, and hit hard.  I decided I wanted to keep what brain cells I had left.  So, I gave it up and concentrated on my studies, which have paid off.

       I must also tell you I am gay.  Oh, yeah I have fucked a few women, but I know who I am.  I am gay.  Specifically, a dominant gay man, expert in the BDSM arts.  Yeah, I can be a dominant bastard, a ball busting dominant bastard.  Yeah, I do have straight friends and gay friends, but I am out of the closet.  No secrets.

       I was in my office in the back of my house when I received a call from a friend of mine, Jack.  He’s straight, but I have known him since grade school.  We played on the same football team.  When I was about twenty five I came out of the closet to him and the world.  He accepted what and who I am, and that settled it.

       I know Jack had lost his job, and because of a lousy sense of finance, I knew he was on hard times.  When he called he asked if he could come over and talk to me.  I had loaned him money in the past, and was not in the mood to loan more.  But, he’s my friend, so I told him to come over.  Jack was not a ’go getter’, meaning he was not a very aggressive guy.  If he was more so, I thought, he would not be in this pickle.  I put on some clothes before he arrived.  From that remark, you can tell I like being naked around the house, even when I work.

       Jack arrived about a half hour later.  I could tell he was really depressed.  I thought, ‘Well, he’s looking for another loan.’

       Actually, it was more dire.  Jack was being evicted from his apartment and had no place to go.  He wanted to crash at my place until he could get something going with a job and another place to live.  I didn’t know about this.  I like my life style, and am not ready to give it up.  I am gay, and a dominant gay, and I have submissive slave like friends.  It is not out of the ordinary for me to have a “friend” over for the evening, binding, torturing and in general having hot BDSM sex with this poor soul/  I decided it was best to just lay it out to Jack.

       “Jack,” I started.  “Here’s the deal.  I am thinking of letting you stay here, but you have to understand some things.  You know I am gay, and I have gay dates.  I bring them here to have sex.  Not just plain sex, but heavy sweaty BDSM sex.  I love to look at BDSM pornography, and I favor that porn involving gays.  This porn is rough.  Guys get tortured and fucked, forced to suck cock, and every other perversion you can imagine.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to see women bound and tortured, as well as fucked, and made to suck, but I prefer gay slaves.”

       I could tell Jack was in a dither.  He needed a place to stay, and was thinking about what I was saying, and how it would affect him.  I continued with my diatribe.

       “I am always naked around here, always.  When I watch football, I am naked, the same when I am watching a TV show, or the evening news and financial situation.   And, this is especially true with porn.  I am naked and usually whack myself off while watching.  If I have a ‘date’ here, he may be bound, tormented and whipped.  I will use him sexually.  I have a “play” room, but, I prefer to use my whole house for this.   As a result, you will probably see me whip some poor slaves cock and balls, and make him suck me off, or some other diversion.  Lastly, I know you are not gay, but I would prefer you to be naked around here, also.  That way I won’t feel self-conscious about being naked around you.  Now, the choice is up to you.  You can stay here, but that is the way I live and don’t want to change.   It will have to be that way if you want to live here.  What say you?”

       Jack was silent for a moment or two.  He looked up and replied, “OK, I am down with everything you said.  I don’t want to have sex with you, but everything else is cool.  It might be interesting to see what you do to a gay slave.  I think I should be able to bring home a girl friend, and play with her here, and I like to watch straight porn, with a touch of BDSM.  Hell, I might even learn to like gay porn.”

       “One other thing,” I said, “I do like the sight of a naked man, so if my cock gets hard from me seeing you naked, just ignore it.  OK?”

       Jack pondered that issue for a moment, and replied, “So, if your cock gets hard from seeing me naked, I suppose that would be a compliment.  I guess I can live with that.”

       We both laughed, and agreed he could move in tomorrow.  So, our course was set.  At the time, I was not thinking about what happened later.  As I look back, it did seem inevitable.  Little did Jack know his future was in for a dramatic change, a change I didn’t think about at the time.

       I had to take care of some business away from the house that day.  When I got home that evening, I could smell good food being cooked in the kitchen,  I walked in and there was Jack, checking the oven, checking on a pot roast.  He was naked.  I have to admit he had kept his body looking good.  When he turned around to face me, I could see he had a great body and a magnificent cock.  Damn, I wish he was gay.

       We talked for a moment, then I went to my room, stripped and took a shower.  In a matter of minutes I was back in the kitchen, naked.  It was all I could do to control my cock.  The sight of a naked Jack made it want to become hard and rampant.  I tried to control my cock but it did get about half hard, and if I may say so myself, it looked good.  We drank a beer and had dinner.  It was nice to have some else in my home, someone to talk to , and yeah, someone to lust over.

       After dinner, I went to my office and finished a couple of things before the market in Hong Kong closed.  I shut things down and went to my media room to watch some television. Jack was watching some TV sitcom.  It looked pretty bad.

       “You like that show,“ I asked.

       “Naah,” was his reply.  “There’s no game on, so I was just surfing to see what was out there to see.“

       “Well, if you don’t mind, I got a couple new porn DVD’s in the mail today, gay BDSM porn.  They say they are pretty rough, and hot.  Do you want to watch one of them?“

       Jack laughed rather nervously, and replied, “Yeah, sure, It will be interesting to see what the ‘other team’ does.  Yeah, let’s do it.“

       We sat in the couch in my media room, watching television.  I decided to test Jack.

       “I need to warn you, I get a massive boner, and I like to stroke myself when I am watching a hot BDSM flick.

       Jack smirked, “Look, a guy is a guy.  He has no control over his cock.  I am sure my cock will be hard sometimes, so let’s accept that our cocks will be hard and appreciate it at that.”

       Good attitude.  I was glad Jack understood.  I put on the gay porn flick, with heavy BDSM action.  The poor slave was kept bound, and whipped on his ass and cock.  His balls were bound tight and slapped.  The master hung weights from his slaves balls, the slapped the weight.  It’s a good thing he was gagged, or the screams might have scared Jack.  At one point the slave was standing, his arms and wrists pulled tightly above his head, and his legs and ankles bound to a spreader bar.  A large well lubricated dildo was shoved up his ass.  The master spent a long time whipping his slaves cock.  Amazingly, his cock stayed rock hard during the whipping.  Amazing what Viagra can do, or perhaps having his cock whipped turned him on.  I know of a bartender here in town who is that way.  Then, after all the torture and whipping, the chastened slave was made to suck his Master’s cock, to completion, swallowing all of his Master’s load.  The whole time his master was flicking his poor abused cock with the whip.

       The action was hot, and my cock was achingly hard.  I suppose the fact the I was constantly stroking in made it a little harder.  I noticed, however, that Jack’s cock was hard.  That surprised me.  He was turned on by two guys making it, one being seriously tortured and made to suck cock.  I acted like I was ignoring Jack, but he was stroking his cock before the video was finished.  I was trying hard to see his face and understand what this meant, so could I take advantage of this new found information.  I had to be careful and not push so hard I ruin any possibilities.

       As the porn DVD was winding down, I surrendered and whacked my cock off, bringing me to a very hot cum.  To keep things from being too messy, I caught my cum in a small hand towel.  As I recovered, I noticed Jack still had a fine erection, but he refrained from finishing off.  It seemed as if he was “edging” himself, holding himself and his cock from cumming, but keeping it ready and hard.

       I turned to Jack, “Go ahead, jack it off.”

       “Naah,” he replied rather nervously.  “The flick was hot, but it did not make me hot enough to cum.”

       I didn’t push any further.  I knew Jack wanted to cum, but didn’t want to admit a gay BDSM video turned him on.  I turned the DVD off and turned on the late evening news.  Jock got off the sofa and walked down the hall to the bathroom.  His rock hard cock bounced as he walked.  I could see a clear drop of pre-cum on the tip of this cock.  I sat back to watch the news of the wars around the world and the stock market.  When I was sure Jack was in the bathroom, I crept down the hall.  Listening at the door, I could hear definite sounds of his jacking off, moaning as he did so.  Now, I had more information that I had to digest.

       After several minutes Jack came back in and sat down on the couch.  He no longer sported his massive erection, but his cock was still about half hard.  After he sat down, we watched and commented on the news, and tomorrows weather.

       I took a chance as asked Jack, “Well, are you comfortable living here, with a naked gay guy who likes the looks of your cock, and whacks off to a gay slave being tortured to Hell and getting excited about it?”

       Jack smiled, and answered, “Yeah, yeah, I understand.  Its cool.  Hell, watching that even aroused me.  I think I would have liked the slave to have been a hot blonde with big tits, but I have to admit it was hot.  I think this will be cool.  We just have to go with the flow…that’s what I am going to do.  You are a good friend to take me in, and I respect your tastes and habits.  So, lets just enjoy what we have.”

       I smiled and finished watching the news, and later, Leno.  After I went to bed, I was still wondering about Jack being aroused watching gay porn.  This is something I must think about.  Before I went to sleep, I swear I heard Jack, in my guest room, jacking off, moaning as he did so.   Very interesting.

       The next few days were hectic.  I had to travel a bit to meet with investors and clients.  Jack was getting settled down in my house.  He proved to be a good housekeeper and an excellent cook.  I did notice that he readily adapted to being naked around the house.  The pleased me as I liked to be that way, and with his great body and magnificent cock, I preferred him to be naked.

       On Friday morning I few to Seattle, and after a series of meetings made it back home a little after 11:00 PM.  I saw lights in the house as I pulled into my garage so knew Jack was awake.  Apparently, Jack did not hear me come in from the garage.  I walked down to the media room were I heard my 60 inch HDTV.  The sounds were of muffled moans and cries and the sound of a whip on tender flesh.  I walked into the media room, and there was Jack, on the leather couch with his back to me, watching a very rough gay BDSM porn flick.  He was stroking a magnificent erection.  His cock was a thing of beauty.

       I thought about it, and decided I did not want to ruin the mood, so I quietly returned to the door to the garage, opened the door and slammed it.  I took my luggage into to my room and dropped the bags on the floor.  I then went down the hall calling to Jack, asking if he was home.

       Jack answered, “Hey, I’m in here watching TV”.

       It was obvious Jack heard me come in the second time because he was still sporting a raging hard-on, only the flick on the TV was a DVD of a rather pretty female slave having her breasts mercilessly whipped.  Interesting. 

       Jack and I made some small talk, the I excused myself as I was tired.  I went to my room, stripped and showered.  Just before I slipped into my bed, I did go peek in the media room, and there was Jack.  Once again he was watching the gay BDSM porn, and was stroking a massive cock.

       The next morning I was up early.  I had nothing planned for the day.  It was a good day to get used to not wearing clothing, again.  I was in the kitchen making breakfast when a naked Jack came into the room.  We made small talk as he set the table and I served breakfast.  As we munched on eggs, ham, wheat toast and fresh strawberries, we talked about the last few days.  Job hunts had been futile, and he shopped for groceries for us.  Finally Jack seemed to get quiet. Finally, he spoke.

       “Mark, when you watch your gay porn, and see some poor slave being tortured and made to suck the cock of his master, or several men, have you ever mentally put yourself in that position.  You know, like having your cock whipped, your balls tied, maybe weights attached, and forced to suck cock, maybe while another guy fucks you in the ass while you are made to suck several cocks?”

       I was stunned, and my cock nearly leapt upon the table at his question.  “Well, yes, I suppose so.  That did happen to me once, but I know I am dominant so that is the way I swing.  But, I admit there was something exciting about being made to do that.”

       Jack was quiet again, then asked, “How bad does it hurt to be whipped and tortured?  That’s gotta hurt bad.”

       My cock was out of control at this point.  “Sure it hurts.  But the pain is delicious when you know you are at the sexual whim of anyone who has control of you.  You do things you would not normally do when you are bound and helpless, and under sexual torture.   There is something terribly exciting about that.  Why do you ask.”

       Jack replied, rather sheepishly, “Oh, just wondered.  When you watch a DVD that is that intense, you have to wonder what is going on mentally.”

       I noticed Jack seemed to be concerned only about the torture, and not being made to suck cock.  The conversation seemed to meander after that.  But, my mind was racing 200 miles an hour.  Jack was seriously wondering what it would be like to be a sex slave, and I seriously wanted to make his a sex slave.  How to do this?  That evening I put my plan in action.

       I went to work on making Jack my sex slave.  I already had a plentiful supply of ropes, handcuffs, leather restrains and torture items.  One of my bedrooms had been turning into a ‘game room’ and torture chamber.  I had to concentrate on methodology.  A doctor friend of mine gave me a good supply of Viagra.  I worked on my plan, which would involve time.  By that I mean, I need to be around the house for a couple of weeks, at least.  After I take Jack captive, I have to keep him that way until he is ‘converted’.  I am not trying to change Jack, I just want to expose and bring out his gay submissive side.  If this did not work, I could be in a lot of trouble, but my cock was leading me on, so I kept planning and scheming

       During this planning period, Jack and I kept talking.  Generally he brought up the subject of sexual slavery.  It was interesting that He never mentioned making a woman his slave, or being slave to a woman.  It was always about a man being a sexual slave to another man.

       We kept watching gay BDSM porn, the rougher the better.  I wanted to see if he was repulsed by what we were watching.  On the contrary, his cock became rigidly hard as he was stroking it while he watch.  One evening, the gay BDSM porn flick was particularly rough.  The bound gay slave’s balls where whipped until some droplets of blood could be seen on the stretched skin of his tightly bound balls.  The slave’s cock was whipped until it was nearly purple, yet he had a massive cum.

       Jack was spell bound, rapidly working his cock.  When the slave was brought to a cum, Jack lost control and his cock erupted squirting out massive jets of steaming cum.  He even got some on me.  Globs of his pearl like cum splattered onto my thigh, my belly and balls, as well as on my cock, on the shaft and the head.  When he calmed down and realized what had happened, he was somewhat embarrassed.

       “Aww, Damn Mark.  I’m sorry I made such a mess.  Damn, man, let me clean this up.  I am really sorry.”

       I smiled as Jack went to get a damp cloth to clean up his cum, the cum from his cock, while he was watching gay BDSM porn of some poor bastard being tortured, severely.  When Jack came back into the room, he again apologized.

       “Mark, man, I am really sorry.”

       “Just clean me off, and it will be OK.”

       It was interesting s Jack used the warm moist cloth to wipe his cum from my naked thigh. Then he cleaned his cum from my belly.  It was simple, but my balls created another problem.  His cum had run down and under my balls.  I sat there, waiting to see how he would handle this.  He looked at me, and I looked back waiting for him to clean my balls while I spread my legs.  Almost delicately, he cupped my balls with his left hand, picked them up and wiped them off.  It felt good, and Jack didn’t seem to have any hang up on touching another man’s balls.  Now, my rigid cock was another issue.  Jack, still holding my balls, was staring at my cum splattered rigid cock.  There was actually more than I thought.  He did not seem sure about touching it.  Finally, he put my balls down and grasped the shaft of my erect cock at the base and lifted away from my body.  His other hand, with the moist cloth, was wrapped around the upper portions of my cock.  It seemed as if he was rubbing his cum from my cock, he was in fact stroking it.  He was staring at my cock as he stroked it.  He caught me looking at him and what he was doing, and he apologized again, laying my cock back on my belly.

       “Did you get it all off my cock,” I asked.

       He grasped my cock again.  I deliberately made it throb in his hand.  He paused, looking at it.  Again he wiped it off in a stroking motion.  It seemed to me that he spent more time than needed to clean my cock.  He gave the head of my cock a lot of attention.  Then, when he was finished, he laid my very erect cock back on my belly, the curiously, he patted it three times before he pulled his hand away.  Curious indeed.

       I thought I would push a little more, saying,  “I think some of your cum is still on the head of my cock.”

       Jack picked up my cock again, and even though he had wiped the head of my cock, with a stroking motion on the shaft, he wiped, massaged, fondled, or any other words you want to use, the head of my cock.  I deliberately made my cock throb as he toyed with it.

       “Did I get it all,” he asked as he continued to hold and gently stroke my cock. 

       I smiled and replied, “No problem, but if you were my slave, I would have to punish you, you know that.  I would have made you lick my cock clean and suck it off, and then I would have punished you.”

       “Wh…what kind of punishment?”

       “Well, the last time this happened, I tied his wrists behind his back, tied up his balls nice and tight, give his cock a nice whipping, then ordered him to suck me to a cum.  I think after that he would be a little more careful about spilling his cum on other people.”

       Jack’s eyes became bigger, and I swear his freshly jacked off cock leaped.  It started to become hard again.  He stuttered and mumbled something, then left the room.  I knew then I had to make Jack my bitch.  I decided to put my plan in action the next day.

       The next evening we were watching HDTV again, watching a movie I ordered from ’OnDemand”.  It was some action flick.  Earlier I had acquired three or four “Roofies”, the date rape drug.  When I got a couple of beers for us to drink, I spiked Jack’s beer with a roofie.  I also added some Viagra.  It didn’t take long before it hit him and he was out of it.  I had a chance to look at his great body without him knowing it.  I played with his cock which got hard without Jack knowing it.  I was buzzed about this.  I stroked his cock for several minutes, then kissed it’s throbbing head.  I slipped my mouth over it and began to suck.  I liked the taste of his cock.  I made sure I did not make him cum.  Not allowing his sexual satisfaction was going to be critical to making him my bitch.  I loved his magnificent cock, and was determined to make Jack my in-house permanent sex slave, with whom anything was possible. 

       First, I wrestled Jack back to his room.  Once his naked body was on the bed I went to work.  First, using a pair of Smith & Wesson Police handcuffs, I locked his wrists behind his back.  Next, I locked a chrome ball stretcher around the top of his ball sack, just below his cock.  This stretcher was about an inch or so wide, and had two “eye“ loops on each side.  It was hinged, so it was tighter than the slip on type.  The stretcher could not be removed without a key.  While it placed pressure on his balls, it did allow for blood flow.  The two “eye“ rings or loops was for attaching chains or leashes.  This ball stretcher would be a permanent item on Jack’s balls, at least until I removed it.

       Jack had magnificent balls.  If was fun to fondle them, and to lock the stretcher tightly around the top of the ball sack and lock it there with a small pad lock.  I made sure it would be impossible for Jack to remove the stretcher.   I locked a short narrow chain to the ball stretcher, then I pulled the chain tightly between his legs, pulling his balls back between his thighs, tightly, and connected the chain to his handcuffs.  Now there was some strain on his balls, and if he attempted to move his hands it would pull on his balls, the strain would be more uncomfortable.  Anytime he moved his cuffed wrists, he would be pulling on his balls.  Finally, I locked another section of chain to the front of his ball stretcher and pulled it to the front.  This was an eight foot length of chain which would serve as a leash, or to secure Jack some where.  When you are locked to a fixed object, by your balls, it does limit ones options.  I did make sure the circulation was not impeded to his balls by this chain.  Would not want to damage those beauties.  I locked the other end of the leash to the frame of the bed.  Lastly, I locked another length of this chain around his neck, locking the other end to the head of the bed.  Now, nothing to do until morning.