I couldn't help myself. I have a cock addiction and so I found myself entering a local club but not any old club but one known to cater to bikers. In particular it catered to the rough crowd. Was I looking for trouble? Actually I was playing with fire. As I entered, I thought about the past week and what prompted me to go there in the first place.
I had just moved to this little town, having been offered a position in a multi-national company. The salary was outstanding even though the company was located off the grid. Nothing to do except work! I had been working there for a few weeks and was beginning to make friends. Since I was a higher level employee, I was lucky enough to rate an enclosed and private office. My computer needed servicing so when my secretary informed me that the computer guy was there, I told her to please send him in. I had expected a geek but was I surprised when he entered. He introduced himself as Jock. I can only describe him as a swarthy looking tall man. He apologized for his appearance since he had been riding his bike and the call was unexpected since it was his day off. I thanked him profusely and moved away from my computer so he could work. He completed his repair within a half hour and told me that it was not a serious problem.
"You are all set now Mr. Luther."
"Please call me Aiden." I was fascinated by his demeanor. He was good looking but in a commanding and rough way. He smiled at me and asked if I would like to have a drink with him after work. Normally I would not have been so friendly with any customer, lower level employee, or serviceman. In fact, I purposely kept my distance from my employees since I did not want them to pry into my private life. For instance, each morning the mailroom clerk delivers mail to me. He always greets me very politely but I do not respond in kind. I am afraid to get close to him especially since he is very hot looking, young, and black. I don't want to spoil any work relationship I might have and so the reason for my aloofness. You see I am a closeted gay man. I should mention that I am a 30 year old man, about 200lbs and standing at six feet.
"Sounds good Jock but we need to be discreet if you know what I mean."
"I understand Aiden. I'm currently staying at the Hyatt Regency in town. I live a few towns over but on my days off I like to treat myself by staying at a nice hotel. Can you meet me in the hotel bar?" And with that we made the date to meet later that evening. With some trepidation I entered the hotel bar and quickly made eye contact with Jock. He was dressed very nicely and I kind of looked forward to getting to know him a little better. Jock shook my hand and guided me to a booth. He had taken the liberty of ordering drinks for and a waitress brought them to our booth. He assumed that I enjoyed a scotch on the rocks and he was correct in his assumption. I was beginning to realize that he was a take charge kind of man and that was fine with me.
After about an hour of small talk and more drinks, Jock suggested that we continue to chat in his room. I quickly agreed and we took the elevator to the 6th floor and his room. As soon as we entered the room, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me hard while grabbing my ass in both hands. I melted in his arms. In a flash, his demeanor seemed to change.
"Get naked bitch and prepare to be bred by a real man. And you will address me as Sir or daddy." I was in shock but quickly undressed while he smiled and watched me. "Now take off my clothes and then get on your knees." After I got naked, I worked on removing his clothing. Finally, after removing his underwear, the last piece of clothing he had on, I found myself getting excited as this man seemed to control my very existence. I was naked and on my knees. I took the liberty of looking up at his beautiful body. He was hard and so I reached up with my hands to feel his abs. He smiled but pushed my hands down and slapped my face hard.
