It was the second Saturday after Lyn had returned from visiting her mother. brad and Lyn spoke with each other almost every day, and they had seen each other four times. They had agreed that Hal and Selma shouldn't be at those meetings, and what they said, they kept private from their respective partners. This Saturday, however, Lyn was bringing over the kids so that they could watch brad play his softball match. He was getting dressed after he had given Hal his morning blow job, which Hal had found more than satisfactory. He did note that brad's hair seemed to be getting a bit too long. "It's too easy to push your head down on my cock." "Maybe it's because I want it so badly Sir?" Hal laughed. "Maybe, but you're gonna get a haircut next week. I think you'd be even hotter with a shorter haircut. And of course, if your hair is cut." brad gulped "That means a shaving, Sir?" "Yup. All over your body. Pits. Chest. Torso. Pubes." "Please Sir, not the pubes," came out of brad in a low voice, and Hal laughed. "Now maybe I'll do those tonight." brad changed the subject "You're not coming to the game today Sir? Because of my kids?" "Well, brad, I'm not going to the game, but it's not because of your kids. See, Lyn invited me to have lunch with her, and I think that's a good idea." "REALLY Sir? You think the two of you won't fight?" "Ha ha brad. You know, don't get too full of yourself. I'm not really thinking of letting you out of your submission, but I'm not that enamored of you to get into a fight with a woman in a public place. Just be glad I took the cage off for the game." "Yeah, thanks a lot. I'm so hard that if a ball hits me.." "Oh well, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. The life of a sub was never easy." He heard the car pulling up at the door. The kids jumped out, and brad met them at the door. Hal stayed out of sight for the time they were there. He went off to the "playroom," because he and brad were playing out another one of brad's fantasies after the game: the captured spy. For the game, Hal had made brad write down three numbers at random, and put them someplace in the house. During the week, while he was shopping in the "toy shop" as he called it, he found a new toy he didn't know about. It was a very small, short, fat vibrator. Clearly it wasn't intended for anal play: it would've fallen out. The clerk explained "It comes with a velcro attachment, Sir. So, you can attach it to your date at his nipple, and....." Hal smiled. Given how sensitive brad's nips were, he bought two. As he finished setting up the room, he heard the door slam, and then he heard Lyn honk the car horn. He grabbed a sweater, threw it over his shirt, and went out to the car. "Lyn. It's good to see you." He leaned over to kiss her cheek. She didn't pull out of the way. Rather, she smiled. "I'm glad we finally got to do this, Hal. I think we have a lot to talk about. Don't let me drink too much though." He laughed. "I COULD follow you in MY car, then we can figure out who's more sober at the end. " Lyn gave him a look. "It'll be a tie.
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Over their first drinks, Lyn asked: "So, I don't really know how to put this but: why did you go after my husband?" Hal expected a question of this type, and he had the answer ready. "Well, Lyn, based on his behavior, I thought he was available" Lyn laughed "BRAD? Behaving like he's available? Are you kidding me?" This was the part Hal wasn't sure about. He thought it was brad's place to tell Lyn, but clearly, he hadn't. "You know all those nights that he told you he was working late?" "Yeah, at least once or twice a week." Hal took a deep breath. "Lyn, brad wasn't working. He was hanging out at the gay bars." "WHAT? BRAD? At places like POCKETS?" "That one was his favorite. I think it still is." "Well, ok, I didn't know that. What was he.. No, don't tell me." "So, I saw this handsome guy there more than once, and when he showed up at the clothing store, well... and it was right after you had come in and I had helped you, so I knew you were going away, and then..." He looked at her. "Take a sip of my drink, Lyn. You look like you need it." She took him up on his offer. "You know, I knew about the fantasies. I knew about the websites. I didn't know he was actually doing something. NOW... Ok... Thank you for telling me because... this explains a lot of things. Like when we'd go to Ace, or a place like that, and these men who, well... let's just say I'd be nervous about them sitting on our sofa: they'd give brad a look and a smile, and he'd blush and turn away. Every time I asked him, he denied knowing anything or why they did it. " She paused again. "He lied to me."
Hal took her hand. "Lyn, I'm not saying he should have lied to you. What I'm saying is: I don't think he acknowledged how he felt until.. fairly recently. "So, you're saying I made him gay?" "NO NO LYN. That's oversimplistic and you're better than that!" She laughed "Thank you. I was teasing. I just needed to hear it." "You two were high school sweethearts, right ? Dated through college, and his MBA? Married after that?" "Exactly right." "Think about that. Driven young man. Working hard in school, working hard to get a job where he worked harder. Had kids." He paused. "Lyn, when was the last time you and he had a vacation? I mean a REAL vacation? Not a visit to your mother." She rolled her eyes. "I don't think we've ever had one." "Well, maybe you need to." She looked at him. "The four of us?" "No, the two of you. I think you need to talk things out. Alone. For a while. ." Another pause. "He really loves you Lyn. Let me repeat that. He really, REALLY, truly loves you. Maybe even more than your kids?" "And he loves you too, right?" "Nah. He loves having sex with me. He doesn't love me, which is good, because I don't love him." "YOU DON'T? I'm confused." "Lyn, if you think this is anything other than sexual attraction - admittedly strong, crazy sexual attraction, you're wrong. Brad loves you, his kids, his job. What he feels for me is , well, I don't have a word for it. If the two of you divorced - which I hope to high heavens you don't - it's NOT going to be to marry me." She looked like a huge weight had just been taken off her shoulders. "If I order the next round, will you swear on that with a toast?" "I'll swear on it with anything you want. You want me to cut open a vein? I'll do it. I don't love your husband Lyn. And I'm sorry if this is graphic, but I love having sex with him. I'm not going to stop having sex with him. But he's YOUR husband. Stranger relationships exist in this great country of ours." "Well, then let's toast to strange relationships." "And let's toast to the two of you going away. Where have you always wanted to go ?" She paused. "You know, I've never given it a thought." "How about this? You think on it. Call me. And then I'll get to work on brad." He grinned. "I'm sorry if this is too graphic also, but you'd be surprised how sexual deprivation can convince a man he should do what you suggest." She smiled. "Not too graphic. I like you Hal. I like your style. I should've married you. Yeah, I know you're gay. I married a gay man. "
They were both a little loopy, so they decided that they'd split an Uber ride to get home. Lyn locked the car, and they made plans for Hal to come and get her on Sunday, and then they'd pick up her car. Hal had the car drop her off first. She grabbed his hand. "Thank you Hal. Thank you SO much. You don't know how much this helped." He smiled "A trip will help even more. Give it some thought. Promise me." "I will." She didn't turn back as she got in the house. Hal sighed, closed his eyes, and they drove off. He hadn't ever thought about it, but what he told Lyn was correct: he didn't love brad. It was physical. ALL physical. At best, he was "fond" of him. But he wasn't letting him go.
Brad was already at the house when Hal got back. He hadn't showered yet. "Hey, that was a LONG lunch. How did it go, Sir?" Hal came up to brad and looked him over. "Get those hands behind your back and point out your tits." "Yes sir." Hal began to tease them through brad's softball jersey. "You have one of the most amazing women in the world as a wife. " "Yes sir." He kept squeezing. "And you're gonna take her on vacation." brad gulped. "Vacation? The four of us?" "No. She's your wife. You and she go on vacation. Somewhere far away . For at least two weeks. Ask her. Ask her where she wants to go. Then JUST GO." "But what about... us?" "What about us, brad? There are gay bars around the world. You should take Lyn to one. I bet she'd love an evening of singing show tunes." Brad smiled. "She DOES have a sweet voice." "Maybe I'll give HER the key to your cage." Brad gulped. "You'd DO that Sir?" Actually , Hal hadn't thought about that, but now that he did... it did seem like a fun idea. "Go get cleaned up. Then changed. We got a scene to act out."
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brad went off to the bedroom and bathroom. He came back in a blue and white striped button down, a loosened red tie, tight blue pants, and his penny loafer shoes. As he came into the living room, Hal was sitting there, in a black turtleneck, holding a toy gun on him. "SHIT. How did you get in here?" brad asked . Hal smiled. "The only thing that matters is, I'm here. Now get your hands up brad." "You've got the gun. " He raised his hands. "Now go and lean against the wall. Assume the position." "You gonna feel me up before you fuck me? I know your reputation" "Do you know I can make you hurt a lot first?" "Ok, ok... brad went up against the wall as Hal ran his fingers up and down his side, patted him down, and spent extra time on his ass. "Ok, stud. You left these here when you came in, so... let's use them. " He grabbed brad's wrists, and cuffed him from behind. Then he led him to the playroom, He put him into the chair. "Now brad... I know that you have the codes to the accounts my client is interested in. I want them. " "I don't know what you're talking about." brad shifted in the chair, but the cuffs were tight. "Is that right? Really brad?" Hal pushed his knee into his crotch. "FUCK. YEAH. It's true. OH FUCK....." Hal shoved his knee in harder. "I just wanted to give you a sense of how many places there are, where an expert like myself, can inflict pain. But I'm much better at getting information from... pleasure." "What the hell are you talking about?" Hal smiled. "I'm talking about this.." He bent back his thumbs and started rubbing them up against brad's nipples. Brad tried to remain staid and stoic, but after a few minutes, he began to shake. Then he sat back and he was breathing hard. "OH FUCK. How did you know about that?" Hal leaned down and whispered into brad's ear. "I do my homework. He nibbled brad's ear. "You gonna talk?" "NO. NEVER. OH SHIT.. " Hal had just squeezed his nips and bit down harder on his ear lobe. "I have a special treat for you brad.... " He began opening up brad's shirt. "Hey. What the fuck are you doing? " "I'm getting you ready for some serious, I mean SERIOUS torment... " Hal went over and picked up the new toys. Brad hadn't seen them. Hal hadn't used them on him, so he didn't know what they were. When Hal got closer he had an idea. " "OH shit. Are those tit vibrators?" "Heh heh. They sure are brad." Hal positioned one, then the other, on brad's nips, with the head right on the tip. "Now, there are five levels of stimulation here. I wonder how much you can take." He turned on the first one, at its lowest strength, on the nip that he knew was less sensitive. When he heard the wimper from brad, he knew the toys would be a success. "How's that feel, brad?" "LIKE A GOOD MASSAGE ASSHOLE." "GOOD. Then let's double your pleasure." He turned on the second one. Brad moved around in the chair, and then started thrusting his hips forward. "Ready to talk , brad?" "I have NOTHING to say?" "Ok... Let's kick it up a notch." Hal laughed, and moved the vibrators past the second strength, and went directly to the third level. "OH SHIT. OH MY GOD. TURN THEM OFF. PLEASE. TURN THEM OFF." "You gonna talk?" "I don't have anything to say." "Ok.. Well... " Hal went past the fourth level, and went to maximum strength. "According to the manufacturer, these will stay powered for about half hour, until the batteries die." He smiled and showed brad the 24 pack of batteries he had bought. "Still got nothing to say?" brad moaned, he wimpered, he twisted in his seat, trying to knock the vibrators off. Nothing worked. A wet spot formed at his crotch. He remembered that Hal hadn't let him shoot that morning. BASTARD. He should've seen this coming. "One last try brad. Then we'll get one for that leaking crotch of yours. But we're gonna up the ante. You're gonna give me the numbers... and you're gonna beg me to FUCK you." "NNNGGGGGGGG" The sounds coming out of brad weren't pretty, but as Hal watched him suffer, he was getting hard. He opened his zipper, and brad saw the cock he enjoyed so much. "Ok. Ok. Stop. I'll tell you.. I'll tell you. Just turn them off. PLEASE." "And?...." "OK. OK. FUCK ME. FUCK ME WITH THAT COCK." "Give me the first number, and I'll lower the intensity." "It's 38. " Hal knocked it down to 3. "EXCELLENT. Now, the second one. " When brad hesitated, Hal came in to turn the intensity back up again. "NO NO. It's 51. 51. PLEASE DON"T TURN THEM UP." Hal knocked the power down to level 3. "One more brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad." "Are you really gonna fuck me?" "You betcha. I'm gonna fuck you harder than anyone I've ever fucked before." "I'll give you the number. Just don't fuck me. Please." Hal pushed the intensity back up to 4. "AGGGGGH. Ok, ok. It's 78. 78. NOW TAKE THEM OFF. PLEASE." Hal knew that the numbers were correct. He turned the power off, but he left the vibrators on for a minute. "See brad, it's gonna hurt to remove them. Just wanted you to know." Hal pulled off the first one, slowly, like a kid would peel off a bandage. "OWWW. OH SHIT. Do you have to?" "Nope. I just like doing it that way..." He took off the second one the same way. "You're a fucking sick fuck. " "And you've got a hot ass. Now, let's go..." Hal pulled brad out of the chair, and dragged him to the bedroom. "When I take off the cuffs, no struggling, no fighting. You understand? " "I understand." Hal uncuffed him. "Take off your pants brad. All the way down. " He took off his pants, and blushed when Hal laughed. Brad was commando. "Makes things just a little easier for me. On the bed. Face up. I wanna see you react as I take you." Hal kept in character. He was NOT gentle. Rather, he acted like a spy with a captive underneath him would . He didn't slide his cock in. He RAMMED it in. HARD. And he kept it there while brad moaned and struggled. He didn't slide it back and forth. The whole cock was in, and he was just smiling. "I bet those tits are so sensitive a touch... may just set you off." "OH GOD YES. YES. " Hal leaned down and licked one of brad's nips, and that did it. Brad began shooting wildly. His intensity caused his anus muscles to contract, and soon, Hal was pouring seed into him. When he was done, he fell on top of brad. His lips found brad's neck, and he kissed him. He whispered "I'll tell you all about lunch today when we sit down to eat brad. We covered a lot. Just know, if you know nothing else, NO ONE is ever gonna love you the way Lyn does.