On the Vital Importance of Password Security (A new story out today) · 12:35am Dec 6th, 2018
State senator Richard White made two mistakes. One was using a work e-mail to arrange to pay for sex with a nice young gay man. The other was thinking that just because he's "the computer guy" it's okay to tell the new intern your password. Oops. Now he's being blackmailed into meeting up in a hotel room to do who knows what, but the worst part isn't the depraved sex acts he'll be forced into, the worst part is that he might actually enjoy them...
It's gay. It's kinky. It's shameless. It's also a Patreon exclusive, so what you're reading here is a teaser. (I thought it would be rude to spring that on you at the end.)
State senator Richard White paced back and forth in the luxurious hotel room, his expression anxious. He'd only been here for a few minutes, but it already felt like an eternity. He halted by the window and looked out over the city below. He could just see the capital building, part way up the hill that overlooked the city. His career, his future, his life was there, but if things went as he feared tonight, that might all be over soon. Certainly this next election would be a disaster, even if he could recover later.
Once again he cursed himself for his unnatural attraction. If that photo had been of him with a woman, it wouldn't have mattered, cheating on one's wife was easily dealt with, readily covered up. But being homosexual... That was the unforgivable sin for a conservative politician.
He went back to pacing, his polished shoes scuffing through the thick carpet. He was a tall man, well over six feet, dressed in a classic American single-breasted suit, complete with red power tie. His figure beneath the suit was broad-shouldered and trim. He'd played football in college, and had kept in decent shape after that. His eyes were blue, and his hair dark but going fairly gray at the temples. He was a little over forty, on the young side for his position, but had started graying young, which had been if anything an advantage to his career.
He paced faster. How long was this going to take? He'd done exactly as the e-mail with the photo had said to. He'd gotten the room at the right hotel, at the right time, and had left the second key at the desk for "Mr. Randall" to pick up. He had no idea who this "Mr. Randall" was, though, or what he wanted.
The sound of a key card in the door brought him to a halt, and he stared anxiously as the door swung open. His anxious expression instantly turned to one of confused surprise. The person who stepped through it, towing a small, wheeled suitcase, was just a kid, a scrawny little guy who couldn't be more than twenty, tops. Dressed in a decent suit, sandy hair neatly combed, but just some kid. Richard blinked. The kid's face was vaguely familiar for some reason, he'd seen him somewhere before.
"Hello there, Mr. White."
"Who are you? What is going on? How did you get that photo?"
"Why, from your e-mail account, of course," said the kid as he shut the door behind him. "You really shouldn't use a work e-mail address for such...private business."
"You hacked me?" Richard glared at the young man.
He threw back his head and laughed. "Hacked! Really, Rich, can I call you Rich? Of course I can. You should know better than that. You gave me the password to your e-mail account yourself. I told you to just type in the new password in and not mention it to me, but you told me anyway. Very foolish of you."
Richard's eyes went wide, and he suddenly recognized the kid. He was the office's new intern, the one who was so good with computers.
"You remember." The kid grinned. "The name's Kyle, which I'm sure you don't remember, because men like you don't remember the names of interns like me, but that's okay, because you're going to call me 'Mr. Randall' or 'sir' tonight. You got that?"
"What the hell do you think you're do-"
Kyle interrupted the start of his angry tirade with a hard, cold voice. "I have that photo, Rich. I have several more, too. I have copies of your e-mail conversation with that nice young man who needed so much money. I have everything I need to make sure you never hold office anywhere ever again. So what I think I'm doing is whatever the fuck I want to do. And you're going to let me. You're going to cooperate willingly with my every whim tonight, or else the whole file I have gets handed over to some nice, liberal reporters who'd be just delighted to have that kind of dirt on you."
Richard swallowed hard. "And if I do what you want, will you erase your file?"
Kyle laughed. "Now why would I do that? No, Rich. If you do what I want, I'll just keep it somewhere nice and safe. Nobody else will ever see it, so you'll be safe too. But I'm not giving it up. I need to be certain you don't retaliate. Why if I lose my internship, I won't have the credits I need to graduate, and that would be just terrible."
"But..."
"Don't worry. Judging by what's in that file, you'll like what I have in mind just fine."
Richard felt his stomach drop, and his cheeks suddenly flush. "You can't-"
"I can do whatever I want. You can show proper respect. Say 'yes, sir', Rich."
"Look here, you-"
"Ah!" Kyle held up his hand. "Do you want that photo to be plastered all over the front page?"
Richard gritted his teeth, but said nothing.
Kyle grinned, a smug, sadistic sort of grin. "I suppose that particular picture is probably too explicit to go in a newspaper, but the internet would have a field day with it. Now surely you're a reasonable enough man to understand how this works? I can ruin you completely. I own you now. You're going to do whatever I say, like a good boy, aren't you?"
Richard glared at him, but slowly, reluctantly nodded.
"I didn't hear a 'yes, sir' there, Rich."
Richard's jaw clenched, but he replied, "Yes, sir."
"Very good. Don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself at least a little. Think of it this way. You had to pay quite a lot to get this sort of treatment last time. I'm going to give it to you for free."
Richard felt his cheeks heating more, and he glared at Kyle, trying to push the memory of the night those damn photos had been taken out of his mind.
"Now, let's start by getting you out of that suit. Go on, be a good boy, Rich."
With his face still flaming with shame, Richard slowly removed his suit jacket. Kyle just stood there, arms folded, and watched him with that smug smile plastered on his face. Richard scowled, trying to hold on to his anger, but as he removed his tie and then started unbuttoning his shirt, what twisted in his gut wasn't so much anger as it was a mixture of fear and unwanted desire. He let the shirt fall to the floor, revealing a firmly muscled chest with just a hint of love handles around his waist.
He bent to untie his shoes, and felt a sudden touch on the top of his head. Kyle was patting him. "Good boy. I like to see you at my feet like that."
Richard bit back an angry reply and just tried to not react at all as he continued to remove his shoes and socks. He stood again and took his pants off, but stopped there. His cheeks were still flaming, and he looked over at Kyle.
"Go on. Take everything off."
Slowly, reluctantly, Richard peeled his underwear off as well, standing totally naked. He was half-erect, and if he could have turned any redder at how obvious that made his conflicted feelings, he would have.
Kyle's eyes swept up and down him. "Very nice. You're in great shape for such an old geezer." He grinned. "Now, back on your knees. And say 'yes, sir' when I give you an order. Good manners are quite important in politics, you know."
Richard's teeth clenched again, but he gritted, "Yes, sir," and knelt down.
"Good boy. Now stay right there while I get out a few things." Kyle turned and grabbed the little suitcase, setting it on the bed and opening it up. Richard watched him intently, his stomach tying itself in fearful knots. The first thing Kyle pulled from it was a thick leather collar. He fastened it around Richard's neck, that smug grin still on his face as he did so. "There. Collared like the nice little bitch you are." He went back to the suitcase, and this time returned with a pair of heavy leather cuffs. He grabbed Richard's wrist and bucked one cuff around it, then did the other. Then he pulled his wrists behind him and snapped a steel carabiner between them, chaining them together. Richard wanted to fight, but instead just passively let himself be restrained. His heart was going faster, though, and it wasn't entirely with fear.
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Gayyyyyyy
Nice! Getting your smut on!
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Well, I guess I don't write sex scenes every day, but everything I've been working on lately has sex in it somewhere, I think.
I get my smut on just about every day.