Only he soon discovered he’d been worrying for nothing, because the moment Cooper was naked he crossed to the bed and he put on the high-heeled boots himself. While he zipped one up, he glanced back at Treston and said, “I figured we’d switch things around tonight. I’ll be the bottom and you’ll be the top. Could you come over here and help me with the wrist restraints?”
For a moment, Treston thought he’d lost his hearing. The one thing he’d never heard was a man asking him to be the top. His heart started to race even faster. His mouth became dry. He wasn’t even sure how to be a top in bed. Treston as the bottom had always been an unspoken reality with the men he’d been with. The one time he’d tried to be a top he’d only been nineteen years old. He’d met a sweet little ginger guy at a bar and they’d gone back to Treston’s apartment. But when the guy pulled down his pants, bent over, and started begging Treston to fuck him, Treston gave it his best shot and they wound up jacking off to porn in the Internet instead.
After Cooper put on the high-heeled boots, collar, leash, and one wrist restraint, Treston went over to the bed and fastened his other wrist to the restraint so Cooper’s hands would be bound behind his back. Treston glanced at his big strong hero in high-heeled boots and tried hard not to recoil. It wasn’t that Cooper looked bad. Treston could get used to the high heels and the other kinky things in time. The collar and leash didn’t even bother him that much. He could see Cooper’s excitement: his dick had grown to a full nine-inch erection and they hadn’t even done anything yet. The problem was Treston couldn’t seem to get an erection no matter how hard he tried.
Cooper sent him a look and said, “How do you want to fuck me?”
Treston squeezed his huge bicep and said, “Why don’t you fuck me instead? You look so hot in that outfit. I can climb up, straddle you, and ride you. I know how much you like that.” He was prepared to lick the high heels if it meant he didn’t have to top.
Cooper sat down on the bed and turned sideways. Then he rolled over on his stomach and spread his big muscular legs. “I think I’d rather get fucked tonight. And don’t forget the whip. It’s on the edge of the bed.”
Treston gulped; he didn’t know what to do. Though it would have been nice to have a little advance warning about this. He didn’t want to disappoint him. So he picked up the whip and said, “Spread those legs,” in the deepest voice he could manage. Then he cracked the whip against Cooper’s ass and shouted, “I’m going to punish you. You’ve been a very bad boy.”
Treston had seen and heard enough about bondage and discipline to know a few basics. He tried as hard as he could to pretend Cooper was the submissive and he the dominant top. Treston called him names, humiliated him, and told him he was a bad boy as he cracked the whip. But the entire time Treston did this he couldn’t stop thinking about the limp penis hanging between his own legs.
When Cooper started to beg Treston to fuck him, Treston blinked and said, “Be patient, you bad little bitch.” Then he turned and glanced into the big box of sex toys on the floor to see if there was something in there that might get him hard enough to fuck Cooper. When he spotted a strap-on dildo a sense of relief rushed through him and actually sighed aloud.
“Fuck me like a bitch,” Cooper said. He was still face down on the bed and he couldn’t see what Treston was doing.
“I’ve got something special for you,” Treston said. “You’re going to beg for more, bitch.”
When the strap-on dildo was around his hips, he reached for a tube of lubricant they kept on the dresser and removed the lid. Then he climbed up on the bed, crawled between Cooper’s legs, and covered the fake penis with lube. At first, he wasn’t sure this would work. The dildo had to be at least ten inches long and thick as a Coke bottle. Treston’s main concern was Cooper wouldn’t be able to take it all and Treston would have to admit he couldn’t get a strong enough erection to fuck him.
But the moment Treston pointed the head of the dildo to the lips of Cooper’s anus, the high-heeled boots went up and Cooper started begging him to go deeper.
Treston slipped it in with little effort. He asked, “Does it hurt?” Treston didn’t even think he could take something so large himself.
“Deeper,” Cooper said. “Don’t stop. Fuck me deeper.”
So Treston plunged all the way in with a thrust so obnoxious he felt a pull in his own stomach. It was the most unusual sexual thing Treston had ever done because he felt absolutely nothing at all. When he started to move his hips and the fake penis began to slid in and out of Cooper’s body, he wondered how on Earth anyone could handle something that large and intimidating. It didn’t seem to bother Cooper. He continued to scream, moan, and beg for it deeper, harder, and faster. So Treston gave him exactly what he wanted, and Cooper wound up climaxing twenty minutes later without even touching his dick once.
When it was over, Treston pulled out and glanced at a small clock on the nightstand. He reached forward and unfastened the wrist restraints so Cooper could get up and use the bathroom. It was almost nine and that was when they usually went to bed and watched old reruns of Bonanza—Cooper’s favorite TV show of all time—until Cooper fell asleep at exactly five after ten on the dot. Though Treston always had trouble going to sleep that early, he would turn off the TV and reach for his phone on the nightstand. He’d learned how to read on his phone in bed until midnight. Then he would plug in the earphones and listen to You Are My Sunshine until he felt tired enough to close his eyes.
While Treston removed the strap-on dildo, Cooper sat up and turned to face him. He smiled and said, “That was freaking unreal, man. I haven’t gotten off like that in a long time.”
Treston smiled but he didn’t look up. “I had fun, too.” He still had trouble believing Cooper had taken the entire thing.
“But you didn’t get off,” Cooper said. “You want a blow job? I don’t mind. I’m in a really submissive mood tonight.”
Treston glanced at his limp penis; he still hadn’t removed the thong. “I’m good. I don’t need to get off all the time. You can fuck me in the morning before we go to work.”
Cooper climbed off the bed and walked over to where Treston was standing. He took the strap-on out of his hands and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m going to clean up. I’ll be right back. When I was going through the channels earlier I saw there’s a special episode of Bonanza on TV tonight and you’ll love it.” Then he turned and headed to the bathroom, with the high heels clicking against the wooden floor. For such a butch, conservative guy, he seemed to know how to walk around in high heels awfully well. Before he closed the door, he glanced back and said, “I love you.”