Ray & Alan
From ray: I am intrigued by your profile. As a (much) younger man, I was paid to strip from a suit and tie to complete nakedness for someone’s birthday party. All male. Long before stripping telegrams and the like. The men, about twelve of them, just clapped their hands rhythmically. No music. Then, however, I served drinks to them (still naked) and was plied with wine and beer myself. I was sixteen, just coming up to seventeen, and had no head for it. So I more or less passed out and suppose, since I woke up in the bathroom in a bath full of cold water being sponged by the host, that I had been raped at least once. However, though this thought was a hot one, since I had no real memory of it and can’t be sure it happened, in retrospect, it was the business of peeling off my tie, jacket, shirt, shoes – and ‘socks too’ a couple of them chanted – before dropping my pants and sliding out of my shorts to whistles and applause that really made me tremble with delight. And I was paid to do it.
ray’s Profile:
In-shape silver daddy seeks master. 65 yrs old, in-shape, smooth, uncut man with experience in bondage, discipline, with especial emphasis on tit torture, cbt, light flogging, hotwax, seeks top man for regular meetings. Deeply into oral service of master and other needs that must be fulfilled. Not into domestic servitude, or 24/7.
Age: 65
Role: 50/50
Ethnicity: White
Build: Athletic
Height: 5’ 7’’
Hair: Grey
Body Hair: None
Location: Roanoke
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Alan’s Profile:
Imagination beats everything. Are you willing to risk all you have against anything I can do with it?
Age: 43
Role: 100% active
Ethnicity: White
Build: Athletic
Height: 6’ 1’’
Hair: Brown
Body Hair: Some
Location: Christiansburg
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From ray: Sorry this is taking so long. Curious to know, if you can be bothered to tell me, how you discovered that this was your special bliss. And is it as voyeur or participant that you get most pleasure. If you need an audience, I’d be pleased to watch. If you need a performer, I could draw on my experience which happened however a long, long time ago.
(Attached: Full front photo of a grey-haired man, from head to hips. Bare chest. Half open pale blue jeans, without shorts. Hands behind back. Full head of hair, neatly parted. Slight grey mustache. Regular features, possibly Scandinavian. Staring straight into camera, slightly defiant, dark eyes narrowed to slits, mouth straight and unsmiling, but at slight angle to eyes. Ruddy face. Pale, hairless body. Slightly sunburned lower arms. Fleshy neck. Possibly shaved or cropped pubic hair. Good arms. Good tone to upper chest. Slight sag to belly and possible appendectomy scar.)
From Alan: No one ever wants to hear this, but you must have been something to look at as a young man, because you still have some of that left now. And I mostly use this site to look at guys. I’m pretty well out of this otherwise. That’s half the reason my face is hidden. The other half is I’m a married high school principal. But thanks for contacting me. It was great to hear your story and see you so comfortably exposed.
(Attached: A head shot scanned from a driver’s license. A dark-haired man, wearing a navy blazer, blue shirt, and blue-striped tie. Not particularly distinguished. Almost invisibly ordinary. Unsmiling.)
From ray: So good to hear from you and to hear about your ‘other side.’ I am on this site for two reasons. Someone ‘ordered’ me to register here and it re-awakened my desire to be both dominated and humiliated in ways I haven’t been for a long time. I have regular fuckbuddies of all sorts, shapes, and sizes but tho they give me ardent, fulfilling sex, they don’t strip my spirit bare, nor abuse me physically as I want to be abused. In spite of my age or maybe because of it, I’ve played with two tops already and talked with another, and have two more lined up to play with. So far, so bad. Those three men I’ve dealt with seem to be assuming the role of Master to bolster their own feelings of inadequacy. I need someone strong to ‘rest’ in. Seeing your face awakens of course a desire to see you naked but gradually so, one garment after another sliding slowly to the floor.
From Alan: I used to have naked shots of me available on this site, pictures that showed me from behind, slowly stripping, then a full-length front shot nude without my face. Lately, I’m more comfortable without them. There’s just the one that you’ve seen, that’s always hidden, and that’s probably all there’s going to be again. I’m guessing that the guy who ordered you onto this site also took that raw photo of you. It’s appealing in its starkness and certainly destroys any vanity you might have. But I’d hate to think he did it to build himself up rather than diminish you. Your humiliation should all be about reducing you to slime, just to keep you aroused. And that’s what I’d do for you, should we ever get together. I also keep my suit on at all times. Humiliating you isn’t about me getting off, except, maybe, in my head. It’s about keeping you embarrassed for as long as you can stand it, presumably for several hours. That’s what this kind of sex is about for me.
From ray: I wish you hadn’t mentioned the possibility of our meeting. It’s roused in me an intense desire to submit to you and to feel what might be that new depth of humiliation that I am always seeking. Yes, ‘He’ supervised the shoot. Ironically, tho the pic was intended to complete my humiliation, it has brought me much flattering attention on two other sites, some wonderful sex of quite another kind, and only on this site have my ‘encounters’ so far been disappointing. Is there any chance that we could meet. You’ve sensed my hunger. Would there be some gratification at least for you in bringing me lower than I have ever been before. I also should have also reported that your talk of ‘several hours’ excited me greatly. The best and closest times I’ve had have been with Japanese top man. They are all day affairs and involve physical but only implied mental humiliation. My sense of you is that I should be stripped verbally as well as physically, something I’ve never really had before.
From Alan: The point is you’re already stripping verbally in these notes, and you continue to do that every time you write. Stripping you physically wouldn’t take much, though once clothes come off, they’re off. And guys humiliate other guys by shaving them. But first, you don’t look like you have much to shave except on your head. And so many guys shave their heads these days that there’s no humiliation involved. I mainly humiliate guys by having their bodies rebel against them in easy ways. Making a guy drink too much water then not letting him release it is one way. A bit of pain is another. Natural chemicals are released to stop the pressure. The guy gets high on these chemicals and will do almost anything to get off. Even when he’s not physically aroused, he’s there mentally, and that reduces him to just flesh. It’s that writhing and grinning I like to see. And if I occasionally need to pinch a nipple or whack one of his balls, that’s okay, too.
From ray: Are we just talking or do you want to put me through this. The idea of drinking water and not being able to relieve myself is more to do with discomfort then sexual longing. Though I really like my tits tortured. Is the bottom man restrained through all this? If you were to work my nipples, it would exacerbate the longing to release sexually. You sound very cool and cruel into the bargain. An irresistible combination.
From Alan: We’re not just talking. Where do you live? I’d obviously have to come to you. The water builds pressure in the pelvic area. If you’re already aroused, the discomfort adds to your sexual squirming, and it all becomes sensual. Tweaking your balls and nipples just intensifies that. I start by lightly restraining guys who think they need to be restrained. But I prefer it when a guy is just caught somewhere mentally and no longer needs the ropes. Usually, he’s not even aware of them. And I’m neither cool nor cruel. Just firm.
From ray: I live with my niece but could meet you at a friend’s house. He will have a place where we can be private. The light restraints sound right initially then could come off when you think fit. I suppose that I must be resigned to your being fully dressed. Perhaps it’s better since, if you were even stripped to the waist, I should want to touch and service you in some way. Let me know of some windows of opportunity. The daytime is best for me. Starting as early as noontime if possible. And weekdays not the weekend so much. Let me know if the geography suits you. Where are you situated?
From Alan: Your friend’s house will be fine if you don’t mind a friend knowing you’re being abused in the next room. Here are some options this week: Tuesday -- noon to 2:00. Wednesday -- noon to 2:00. Thursday – 2:00 to 4:00. Let me know when you want to be humiliated. The water may be optional. My clothes stay on.
From ray: I think noon to two on Wednesday. I will confirm.
From Alan: I’ll need the address.
From ray: The address is: 641 Tabe Street. I don’t know if you do mapquest, but even if you do, I’m giving directions to go with it. Curtis dead ends just south of Westerby. At this T Junction, take a L. Then, very quickly take the first R. Again, very quickly take the next R. At this point you are climbing quite steeply. The next R is hidden until you are almost on top of it. That is Tabe. Make a R and twist and turn for a couple of minutes then on the L Hand side of the road you will see 641 with a red garage at the foot of some stairs and a paved area beside that. Park there on the paved area. And climb the stairs. I will be at the top of them. You may not see the host at all. I shall have to service him after as ‘payment’. The stairs are many, but the house and view and quiet are worth it. I hope I made it clear that after the L turn at the T Junction, you make three Right hand turns. The telephone no. is 555-1212. The hosts’s name is Larry. Please let me know you got this message.
From Alan: I got it. I’ll meet you at noon Wednesday. Does Larry want to watch you be humiliated?
From ray: I will ask him. Do you want him to watch? He has invited you to join us in the jacuzzi after, but I supposed you would not want to shed your clothes in front of me at all.
From Alan: As mentioned, I prefer to keep my clothes on. And to stay dry.
From ray: Larry says that he is honored by your invitation. He has a deadline he has to meet, which has him crouched over his computer but He asked if he might come in after the scene has started if he can clear the decks. Knowing him, it will be almost impossible for him to stay away. The only other scenes I have shared with Larry had him as an equal participant. I have told him in this case he must only observe and must go on wearing his usual army pants and tank top. Was I right to do this?
From Alan: Larry can be there if it makes the experience more intense for you. But I’d like to start without him so I can work over your body. The jacuzzi is also out, because I need to keep a distance from you. That’s why I keep on my clothes. Remember, this is about you being humiliated, not me getting off.
From ray: Clear.
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Once Alan found there was a chance of stripping Ray outside, that’s what he planned to do. Forced nudity was always more humiliating outdoors because of the danger of being caught. And when Alan climbed the steps to Ray’s friend’s house, he saw the perfect place. After the steps led to the house, they continued up the hill, to a peak shaded by pine trees. When Ray met him and said, "There’s a work shed just across the yard," Alan simply pointed up the hill. That surprised Ray, but what surprised Alan was that Ray was at least ten years older than he’d claimed. And he already had that old guy smell.
At the top of the hill, Alan had Ray sit on a log step, then he sat behind him. Ray was wearing a white shirt, shorts, and shoes without socks. Alan wore a gray suit, a business shirt and tie, and polished black shoes. Ray’s shirt was open to the waist, and when Alan sat down, he quickly pulled the shirt off Ray’s shoulders. Then Ray surprised Alan again. The old guy had mentioned liking tit torture, but his photo didn’t show that his nipples were distorted to the size of small grapes.
Alan had been eyeing a nearby tree, and he had a short length of nylon rope coiled in his breast pocket. He’d planned to quickly strip Ray and tie him to the tree. Instead, he pressed Ray’s nipples tightly between his fingers, almost surprised they didn’t squirt. Ray groaned, but Alan couldn’t tell if it was in pleasure or pain. So he ordered Ray to lie on his stomach,. When the old man did, Alan yanked off Ray’s shirt and ordered him to crawl out of his shorts.
The ground was uneven and covered with pine needles and twigs. Ray complained, whining "These are sharp and there are ants." Alan didn’t care. Instead, he picked up a twig and slowly began flicking Ray’s butt. Then he switched to Ray’s back, and his thighs, and the soles of his feet. When that brought no reaction, Alan dropped the twig and quickly forced his finger, unlubed, into Ray’s asshole.
It opened easily and had clearly been well used. It was probably sixty-five years since Ray had been raped at sixteen. But who knew how many hundreds of cocks had been up his butt since.
Still slightly irritated, Alan ordered Ray to flip onto his back. Ray whined again, complaining about the needles and bugs. And once Ray turned over, Alan could see crisscross marks on his chest and belly, made from branches and twigs. His also got his first look at Ray’s uncut cock. It was soft, but not a bad size. Alan skinned back the foreskin. The head was pale blue and wet.
He caught Ray’s nipples again, this time pinching them between his fingernails. Ray’s face contorted as he moaned, but Alan knew guys sometimes hated what was being done to them but still got off on it. Letting the nipples go only made Ray groan louder as his blood flowed back in.
Then Alan yanked on Ray’s foreskin, stretching it as far as it could go. Ray forced his hands under himself, almost to keep from grabbing Alan’s, to stop him. Whimpering, Ray practically whispered, "Please, sir."
Alan let the foreskin snap, only it didn’t really snap back into place. It was too old and too well handled. He quickly pulled on Ray’s sack, ignoring his balls, but twisting the skin around his knuckles. Ray gasped, his mouth opening widely. He had good teeth, straight and white, but Alan realized they’d all been capped.
He wanted to leave. The old guy smell was really strong, and it was obvious Ray was putting himself through this on someone’s orders. His dick was still soft, and he was getting no pleasure out of this. "I wish you’d been honest," Alan told him quietly. "You hate this, don’t you?" When Ray said nothing, Alan mashed his balls.
Ray yelped, and as Alan began to close his fist again, Ray quickly mumbled, "Yes, sir. Yes!" Then he added, "I was ordered to do this, sir. I’m being punished, sir. I was bad."
"Sir," Alan reminded him.
"Sir."
Alan relaxed his grip. "Is Larry your master?" he went on. Ray stared at him but wouldn’t confess. When he felt Alan’s hand close on his balls again, he shut his eyes and tensed. But Alan didn’t stop.
"I should have told you, sir," Ray finally moaned, his eyes wet. "I shouldn’t have lied, sir. A man should never lie."
"Sir."
"Sir," Ray added.
"You keep forgetting."
"I’m sorry, sir."
Alan had brought several other things besides the rope, mostly clamps and small toys that wouldn’t make his pockets bulge. Now all he wanted was his lube. He sat Ray on the log step again, since the guy clearly hated lying on the twigs. He brushed Ray off, clearing what dirt and pine needles he could from his nipples and dick. He oozed the lube onto his hands then gently onto Ray’s bleeding chest.
The old guy groaned as if being cut again, but Alan continued to lube his chest and belly. He massaged Ray’s shoulders and thighs, but the man just moaned and grimaced, as if being set up again for pain. If possible, his dick had gotten softer. "You deserve some fun," Alan wanted to tell him. But it wouldn’t have been understood.
Still, Alan spent maybe fifteen minutes trying to comfort Ray’s, trying, in any way, to restore a piece of his dignity. Though even the slightest brush against the old guy’s nipples, sent him quivering. Out of curiosity, Alan had skinned back Ray’s cock again. The head was still wet, so he was getting some pleasure. Sitting behind Ray on the steps, Alan stroked the old man’s dick, then had slowly eased him up, to perch on Alan’s thighs. This let Alan reach Ray’s asshole, which he’d carefully entered with his free hand. He needn’t have bothered with the care. Ray’s asshole had opened wide and was quickly as wet as his dick. He could have been pissing out it.
Despite Alan’s care, Ray whined again about the twigs. "They’re hurting my feet, sir. And the ants are biting my legs."
Alan didn’t see or feel any ants. "Shut up," he told Ray.
Though now Alan could see Ray’s "friend." He’d been wondering if the host had been watching out a window. But Ray and Alan were up the hill, in trees, well above the one-story house. They probably couldn’t be seen.
Larry came out of the house and stood by the door. He stared across the rear yard, towards the shed where he thought his boy was being tortured. Alan couldn’t see Larry’s face clearly, but it didn’t seem much younger than Ray’s.
Balanced on Alan’s thighs, being gently massaged, Ray still whined and moaned. Alan was sure the old guy hadn’t seen his friend and that Larry hadn’t heard them. In any case, the man soon disappeared, not back into his house, but across the yard. As Alan waited for him to discover that the shed was empty and reappear, Ray’s asshole contracted quickly three times, and he said, "I don’t think you’re gonna get any more, sir."
Alan didn’t realize Ray had been coming. He couldn’t see even a dribble on the pine needles or twigs. He let Ray sink back against his chest, wondering if the old guy smell would stay on his jacket. He’d promised Ray two hours, and it had been just over one.
When Ray regained his breath, Alan told him to get his shorts. "I need my shoes first, sir," Ray insisted.
"Get your shorts."
Ray did. Then he found his shoes and shirt. He was unsteady going down the steps, but Alan held his shoulder.
Alan could tell Ray was miserable. Even coming hadn’t helped. Maybe Larry had more planned, afterward. Worse. Though maybe Ray honestly liked being punished. All Alan could offer was, "You’ve got to tell guys what you really want. Otherwise, you’ll just get hurt."
Ray said nothing. When they reached the house, Alan said, "I need to wash my hands."
Inside, the place looked more like a cottage. Larry was working at a small French desk in what should have been the dining room. A wall had been taken down to extend the kitchen. Close up, the man looked younger than Ray, nearer seventy.
"You weren’t in the shed," he quickly accused Ray.
"Too nice a day," Alan intercepted as he moved to the sink.
"Where were you?" Alan didn’t turn, but he knew Larry was still addressing Ray.
"I found a better place," Alan said.
"Where?"
"Up in the trees."
"You’ve got to be careful up there. Those pine needles are slippery and sharp."
Alan only nodded. He was scrubbing his fingernails. While he waited for hotter water, he heard Larry and Ray discuss the music that was playing. "It’s Borodin.," Larry almost lectured. "He was a doctor, so only wrote for his friends."
"Chekhov was a doctor, too," Ray finally replied. "But he wrote his plays to be performed."
Neither man indicated that he thought Alan might understand. He was invisible now. Though as he started to leave, Larry told him, "Good job."
Driving back to Christiansburg, to the high school, Alan stopped at a gas station to scrub his hands again. He couldn’t wipe off the old guy smell, and he knew his secretary would ask.
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