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Seduction, Submission and Surrender

By: yukonnights



This is the story of another time. The Vietnam war was tearing the country apart and young people were beginning to throw off the outdated rules of a society. The year was 1969 and the place was Boulder Colorado where two young men met and embraced their homosexuality. It is also a story of dominance and submission and the myriad emotions these roles bring forth in men as they seek to find their own place in the world. And ultimately it is a story of love between two men.

I would just like to add, it was also a time before the polite word of 'gay' was in common use and homosexuals faced strongly held prejudices in all parts of the country. In the language of that time, to be a homosexual was to be a 'queer' or a 'fag'. It also meant facing a real risk to ones very life. I have retained the use of these terms in the story because to do otherwise would present a false sense of the times. But, I ask the reader to understand that I only use such words because these are the words our characters would have used. In fact I have also used the word 'gay' in the story to somewhat soften the abrasive repetition of the 'Q' word, but in reality this word was not in common use in most of the country until a decade or more after the time of this story. So I must also ask those older readers to bear with this small transgression to the historical accuracy. I mention this so the reader will not be offended when you stumble upon a word here that might, under normal circumstances, seem derogatory. You will note that our characters use the words to describe themselves in the vernacular of their time and were just as proud of their homosexuality as the 'gays' of today are.

As always, your comments and votes are appreciated.

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What had started as a peaceful rally against the war in Vietnam had evolved into a raucous Halloween street party, and that had eventually degenerated into a drunken riot. Shawn had participated for awhile but was now sitting with a group of six or seven other young hippies on a small grassy slope on the University side of the street known locally as The Drag. It had been fun sitting there watching the antics of the increasingly drunken and stoned crowd, but now several of the young men were no longer content to simply impede the traffic, but were instead forcing passing cars to a standstill and jumping on the tops and hoods until they were crushed in. Even to Shawn and the wasted new friends surrounding him it was obvious that the party had turned ugly. 

BOOM...BOOM...BOOM! The reverberations of the three closely spaced blasts stopped Shawn in mid motion as he was bringing the bottle of cheap Ripple wine to his lips. To Shawn it seemed as if time instantly slowed to a crawl. He watched as the crowd became like a sluggish river flowing away from the source of the explosions. A full blown panic quickly broke out amid the screams and rising smoke from the bombs. Without thought or plan Shawn found himself on his feet and joining in the panic to flee the danger. 

Shawn had only run a few yards when he felt a strong hand on the sleeve of his jacket and a voice shouting, "Follow me!"

Turning, Shawn placed the shouting voice with the face of the new friend he had just been sitting with. Trig had only recently returned from an eighteen month tour of duty in Vietnam. He and Shawn had been sitting on the grass talking and sharing their wine as they watched the party in the street. The two had hit it off right away despite their difference in age. At nineteen Shawn had led a sheltered life until several months ago when he had left home to journey to San Francisco. It had been his desire to be a part of the counter culture happenings there, but Boulder and the Rocky Mountains had strummed a perfect chord within him and he never moved on. Trig on the other hand was 24 and during his time in Saigon had become jaded toward the war, the lies, the corruption and finally, life in general. He wandered his way into Colorado trying to find some of the peace that he had lost.

"Come on! We don't want to go that way!" Trig shouted as he veered away from the crowd and ran further onto the University campus.

Shawn allowed the older man to take charge and guide him. He followed Trig as he jumped over a low wall, assuming he must have more experience in this kind of thing than he did. And in this case Trig had guessed correctly that the explosions were combo teargas/concussion grenades set off by the police in order to move the crowd. In fact the crowd was being moved just as planned toward of a larger force of cops who were already rounding up the first wave of panicked young people. But soon enough, Trig had led them deeper into darkness and the quiet campus. As the noise of the crowd faded, the two slowed to a walk.

"Damn it," exclaimed Shawn "I lost my wine."

They both laughed at the absurdity of the statement and Trig replied, "No problem. I'm pretty sure I have some at my place." Then added, "You're welcome to come over, it'll probably be best to stay off the streets tonight."

"Thanks man. I appreciate it."

"No problem, I don't really feel like ending the night anyway and could use some company." Even as Trig was speaking he felt that old familiar stirring again in his loins. Earlier he had already been trying his best not to be too obvious about the attraction he felt for Shawn as they sat and watched the street party. This was the first time since leaving Vietnam he had felt the old familiar desires. But Shawn's youthful exuberance, the long curly locks of hair framing his face and the way he filled his Levis had seemed to somehow lift a dark cloud that had been shadowing him for a long time. The lad's innocence and delicate beauty was like a breath of fresh air to the jaded soldier. As the two young men continued to walk and talk, Trig wondered quietly to himself if it could again be possible to find the same joy he had known with Master Sgt. Keller. And at the thought of his old sergeant, Trig smiled remembering how he had been taught what it meant to address his sergeant with just the one word; Master.

Trig had been a frightened, wet-behind-the-ear young man from Palco, Kansas when he arrived in country. Little did he realize what a sweet assignment he had drawn as he first searched out the warehouse in Saigon where he would spend the next eighteen months. His post was an oddity among the many Army facilities, because what he had eventually found that day was a small central supply warehouse specifically set up for the various non-military offices of the US government in Saigon. And as it turned out it was manned by just two men, Master Sgt. Keller and one corporal. And that corporal would be Trig. The quarters consisted of a small attached apartment with two bedrooms. It was clear from the beginning that the whole operation was Master's domain and he took no crap from any of the other supply clerks that had to go through him to get everything they needed to function. And it didn't take long for Master to also make it clear that the second bedroom wouldn't be needed.

Trig had never even known a homosexual growing up in Kansas. In fact he had never even heard the proper term. The extent of his knowledge consisted of teenage jokes and comments about queers, fags and homos. But Master had wasted little time beginning to seduce and educate him into the new lifestyle that he would come to crave. Master had started Trig's education simply by using graphic magazines and paperback novels, the likes of which he had never seen. Pornography of all kind was abundant in the apartment and a good portion of it contained homosexual content. Next, Master had made him feel silly and immature for being shy about nudity and open masturbation in the same room together. So in an effort to appear a real man of the world, Trig joined Master in the nightly jack-off sessions as they looked at erotic pictures of every conceivable sexual act. After getting used to being naked with another man, Master had coaxed Trig to touch 'it' one night, and after that it just seemed natural to begin fondling and stroking one another in their mutual loneliness and lust. Very soon thereafter it became part of the young corporal's job description to jack his sergeant off almost every night as they drank beer and smoked pot.

Finally, when Master knew his young sub was ready, he had taken the still innocent Trig to a very special show at a tavern located on a dark and seedy Saigon wharf. There Trig witnessed live stage acts of the ways men have pleasured one another throughout the ages. Never had the young man seen anything like this and never had he been so aroused. That night, in full view of the other men in the bar, Master had forced Trig's pants down and manhandled his erection as they sat at their table watching the show. At first Trig had resisted, but then he noticed other older men with their boys doing similar things and he capitulated to Master's strong hands, and his even stronger will, as his pants were forced to his ankles. It felt so strange at first being exposed like that in public. And he felt the most intoxicating combination of humiliation and pleasure as he allowed another man to fondle him in full view of the others in the bar. All of the words he had heard as a boy growing up in Kansas rang in his ears; words like fag and queer. And looking down at his own cock, now swollen hard and standing straight up, Trig realized and began to acknowledge for the first time that he was a queer.

At that moment Trig knew his erection was telling the truth even if he was still trying to deny it. He also admitted to himself that this felt more pleasurable than anything he had ever experienced, and for some reason he wanted to please Master and make him proud, so swallowing his own pride Trig had even stripped off his own shirt and sat passive as Master roamed his hands over his nude body. Trig quickly figured out that part of the allure to this particular bar was that he and the other 'boys' were actually part of the entertainment. Men at the nearby tables watched Master enjoy Trig's body and one old Vietnamese sailor was even slowly jacking himself off as he stared at them. When some of the men gave the thumbs up sign, Master just nodded and smiled at them. It was at that moment that Trig realized that he was proud that Master was his man. And even more, he was actually proud to be sitting with his pants around his ankles while other men watched with obvious envy as Master enjoyed his naked body.

Later that night Master had taken him. Trig had been aroused from the show and more than ready to give it all up after the weeks of slow and careful seduction. That night he submitted to being Master's boy. No specific words of submission were spoken, none were needed. Those words would come later. But even without spoken words, both men knew what was being given. Trig didn't know the depth of his giving yet, only Master knew that, but he instinctively knew he was surrendering his manhood to another. Perhaps it was being away from the normalcy of home, or perhaps it was that Sgt. Keller was his ranking NCO, but for whatever reason Trig embraced the new role he was taking. Without resistance, without a word of protest, he had become Master's bitch-boy.

That first night had been one of the most amazing and memorable events in Trig's young life. Master was not only a physically beautiful specimen of a warrior, but he was also an accomplished dominant lover and was experienced in all of the ways of bringing pleasure to a sub male. When they returned to the apartment after the show, Master pulled his new boy tightly against his own strong body and pushed his tongue between the quickly yielding lips. Trig instinctively knew and accepted his position as the submissive and sucked Master's tongue into his mouth as he returned that first kiss seeking desperately to please his man.

Having just witnessed the live stage show in which young Asian men had engaged in every gay sexual act he had seen in the porn magazines, Trig also knew what was about to happen next as his new Master took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. And again he accepted his place. He knew and accepted what would be required of him that night, and every night from now on. And Master did not disappoint him in his expectations as he initiated Trig for hours. Over and over Trig had been required to service and worship the cock that seemed to never flag in its virility. Over and over Master had emptied his seed into Trig's receptive body. And, over and over that long night Trig had learned to beg for more of Master's strength. And each time his Master did not disappoint.

As he walked along, Trig smiled again at the fond memory of that time.

"What's so funny?" he heard Shawn ask.

"Huh?"

"You've been smiling for the last five minutes."

"Oh, I'm just stoned I think and it's just the giggles after the rush of the riot." Trig lied to cover up his actual thoughts.

Then, grateful for the darkness that hid the bulge in his pants, he wrapped his arm around the younger man in a friendly gesture and said, "Come on, my place is just down here. 

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Trig and Shawn became best of friends after meeting that night of the "Great Halloween Riot of 1969", as everyone jokingly referred to it thereafter. As time went forward it became obvious to Trig that Shawn knew nothing of the gay lifestyle. But he also noticed in the younger man's personality certain telltale traits that led him to think that Shawn would be open to seduction if handled properly. The more he got to know him, the more Trig saw that Shawn was a very sensitive, gentle and artistic person. And as the friendship grew, so also did Trig's desire to posses the younger man as his lover. 

Finally, after considerable thought, Trig decided to try and seduce Shawn in a way similar to what Master had done for him. He not only wanted this for himself, but he truly desired to be the one to introduce the inexperienced youth to the pleasures of loving a man. As he plotted his moves, Trig found it ironic that he would now be the Master after so long as a sub-bottom boy. But the desires he had for Shawn were definitely those of a dominant male. It would be different, but he actually found himself desiring and ready for such a relationship. Perhaps it was just like Master had told him about the ancient Greeks; where the older warrior would take a younger man under his wing in order to impart knowledge through mentoring and strength through his semen. If that were all true, then Trig had certainly been given enough of Master's semen to be as strong as any two men! He just hoped he could perform as well in this new role as Master had done for him.

As the friendship continued to deepen on a natural course, Trig contacted his old Sergeant still in Nam and soon a steady stream of packages arrived with a grand assortment of porn that could not be found in America. Shawn was spending more and more time at Trig's apartment and it wasn't long before the erotic pulp novels were noticed.

"Hey, what's this?" Shawn asked one day as he spied a small stack of the paperbacks.

"Oh, that's just some sex stories a friend sent over from Nam. Go ahead and take a look if you want, you won't find anything like that here in Boulder."

Shawn thumbed through the first book on the stack for awhile then whistling said,"Man, you're right about that! I've never seen anything like this before."

"Take a couple home with you if you'd like." Then laughing Trig added, "Just don't cum on the pages!"

Laughing, Shawn came back, "Screw you! They're probably already stuck." Then after a brief pause he added, "But I'll take a couple anyway just to check 'em out."

As Shawn continued to scan through some of the pages, Trig's eyes were drawn to the significant bulge in the young man's pants. The shaft of Shawn's cock was obvious and even the head was well defined through the denim. "Damn" he thought to himself "that boy is hiding a nice piece of meat in there." It took all of his will power to resist going to Shawn and embracing him, but Trig knew it would take time and patience to turn that angelic young man sitting there devouring porn into his boy. Trig had to remind himself that the last thing he wanted to do was frighten the prize away before he could be captured.

Over the course of the next several weeks, Trig kept a fresh supply of the explicit reading material available. And young Shawn was burning through a paperback every few days. Then slowly Trig began to introduce stories with short scenes of bisexual, gay or lesbian sex. Shawn read them and never said a word about the homosexual parts. Finally Trig laid out some books that were entirely homosexual in content and watched for Shawn's reaction. The first day they were out, Shawn chose an obvious homosexual title about two sailors stranded on a deserted island and took it home with him.

Trig was a bit nervous when Shawn didn't come over the next day, thinking he might have pushed him too fast. But several days later, his young friend came by to visit and return the book.

"That must have been a good one," Trig joked as Shawn replaced the book. "You took several days on that one. Here, let me see what you read." Pausing to read the title, Trig continued, "Oh ye-ah, that's a hot one isn't it? I read that one a couple of times myself."

"Ye-ah, it was good... I mean...different all right," Shawn stammered, embarrassed at his acknowledgment that he enjoyed the homosexual content.

"I've got a few more like that if you want to read some more."

"Ah...sure, I guess so." Shawn answered, trying to act nonchalant but unable to stop his blush.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. Guys read this queer stuff all the time in Nam. If it weren't hot we wouldn't all be getting boners reading it would we?" Trig joked in order to lighten Shawn's tension as he walked to his bedroom to choose a couple of new gay stories for his pretty young initiate to read.

As the weeks marched by, Shawn chose to read explicit gay stories almost exclusively, he also became more and more interested and open in conversation about homosexuality. At times when the opportunity was right, Trig explained some of the history of male to male sexual relations and how it is viewed differently in some societies, that it is normal for men to feel attraction to one another, and just tried to answer any questions he could. Finally, one night when Shawn was hanging out at Trig's pad it seemed that it was time to the make the next move.

"Hey, I just got some nude magazines from my buddy, want'a see 'em?"

Somewhat stoned and drunk Shawn replied, "Sure."

Trig returned from his bedroom with a large stack of magazines and on the top of the pile was one of Asian women being screwed in every possible way by men with freakishly large cocks. The photos were of good quality and very arousing to both of the horny young men. The next one was a very nicely done glossy magazine exclusively of lesbians. The two young men devoured every photo, becoming more aroused with the turning of each new page. The third one in the pile was of gay and bisexual content. Now for the first time Shawn was seeing pictures of what he had only been reading about. He felt a tightening in his chest as he gazed at the images and found them to be even more arousing than the pictures he had painted in his imagination. Here in vivid detail were actual men doing the things that he had been fantasizing about the last few weeks. He was too ashamed to admit it yet, but these were the acts he had started imagining doing himself as he jacked himself off and spilled his fresh cream onto his firm young body. Never had he seen anything like this, and never had he been so aroused!

"Pretty hot, eh?" Trig asked about midway through the magazine.


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"Ye-ah, it's damn hot." Shawn answered in a somewhat dazed voice.

"Hey, take a couple home with you if you want. Just remember, when you cum don't get it on the pages." Trig jostled the young man's hair as he joked.

"Okay, I'll be careful." Shawn answered before he realized what he was saying. The old curse of his propensity to blush struck again. This time he was turning a bright hue of embarrassment because he had as much as admitted that he was jacking off to the gay pictures.

"You're blushing."

When Shawn didn't know what to say, Trig continued, "Hey, I told you it's normal to think this stuff is hot. Did you really think I didn't know you were beating your meat over these?"

Trig stepped in front of Shawn where he sat on the sofa. With eyes locked with one another, Trig reached down and lifted the loose shirt tails from the embarrassed young man's lap and revealed the bulge. Shawn felt humiliated, but also aroused under Trig's gaze. That he was turned on by looking at men having sex together was now obvious and he knew that there was nothing he could say or do to deny it. And for some reason he also felt relief that the truth was out in the open.

Lifting his own shirt Trig said, "Look. See, I'm hard too."

Shawn had stolen glimpses of Trig's crotch before but this was the first time he could intentionally gaze at the swollen mound stretching his jeans. And now that he had seen so many photos and read so many stories, he knew just what was hidden beneath that thin covering of material. He couldn't force himself to look away, and truth be told, he didn't really try to force himself to look away.

"Do you want to see it?"

The question seemed to reverberate over and over in Shawn's brain. Of course he wanted to see it, but what would people think?

"It's okay. No one will know but you and me." Trig said in a soothing voice as if he had read the thoughts in Shawn's mind. Gently caressing Shawn's thick curly locks he added, "It's okay, just reach out and touch it."

Shawn seemed to be watching a movie of some other person's hand as it slowly reached forward and tentatively touched the enticing bulge. It was if a magnet was pulling his hand, drawing it to touch the burning hot mass, drawing him ever closer to the discovery of some unknown truth.

"There. See, now you've done it and its okay." The older man said this as he covered the small trembling hand with his own strong hand and pressed it more tightly against his aroused manhood.

Now that the initial touch was accomplished Shawn awakened somewhat from his trance and started to tentatively explore and rub the firm flesh of his best friend. As the younger man squeezed and stroked the hidden prize, Trig continued to run his hand through the soft brown hair enjoying the first touch of his desire.

"Take it out Shawn. Unbutton me and pull it out where you can see it."

Was it Trig's command he was responding to or was it his own burning desire that fueled his trembling muscles to obey? Did it matter? Shawn was being swept along on the current of pent up lust and desire as he unfastened the buttons of Trig's Levis. After the first two buttons he saw a full thick bush of hair and realized that Trig did not have any underwear on. Shawn's own swollen cock was complaining in the cramped confines of his pants and his hands were shaking as he popped open the remaining buttons. Trig did the rest, quickly pushing the jeans over his hips with both hands and then all the way down to his knees.

The cock sprang free like a living animal, thick and muscular, the veins pounding and full of blood. Shawn could smell the musky scents of man as they rolled forth from the engorged shaft and the hefty sack below that held the large full balls of a mature man. But Shawn's lust dilated eyes were drawn, and then glued to, the bulbous head at the end of the curved muscle. Even in the magazines Shawn had just been looking at he had not seen a cock head so glorious as this one! It was large, with a prominent and well defined ridge at the base of the perfectly shaped helmet. But it was the hole in the end that seemed to hypnotize Shawn, or more accurately it was the large slit that captured and held his gaze. The slit was almost as large as the tip of Shawn's little finger and there was a clear pre-cum oozing from it forming into a long stringy droplet.

"It's okay Shawn, go ahead. Touch it." Trig continued to coax the somewhat addled young man forward, "You know you want it. I want it too. I want you to touch my cock."

Then guiding Shawn's hand, Trig placed it on his urgent need. As Shawn gripped another man's cock for the first time and slowly rubbed up and down the shaft he was startled by the heat, the strength and the power of it. As he began to stroke it from base to tip the slick lubricating pre-cum coated the palm of his hand. At just that first touch the virginal young man was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. As Shawn continued these first introductions into his new relationship with cock, Trig gently pulled the young man's head forward to rest on his hip as he gently and lovingly stroked the boy's hair and face. Shawn's face was now so close to the core of Trig's manhood that he could feel the heat wash over his face. And the musky aroma he had sampled before was now an almost intoxicating vapor that lulled him deeper and deeper into the abandonment of his homosexual desire.

Dropping to his knees to be face to face with Shawn, Trig gazed into the eyes of the lad and saw the same intense lust he knew was in his own eyes. But it was something more that he looked for and hoped to find in those eyes. First it was a surrender of Shawn's resistance to his homosexual desires that he hoped to recognize. But it was also a spark of something deeper than lust he hoped to see, it was an acceptance and then a yielding to the submission that Trig needed and desired from him. And in that moment he saw a flicker of all of that. Leaning forward, the two men met in a natural and passionate kiss that seemed to consummate all of their needs and desires with words unspoken.

Without breaking that first kiss, Trig quickly guided his inexperienced lover from his seat on the sofa to his back upon the old and scarred hardwood floor. Now with his tongue dancing with Shawn's, Trig expertly undid the buttons of the younger man's pants with one hand and tried to push them down in order to free the prize trapped inside. In lust filled frenzy Shawn lifted his butt off the floor and helped Trig strip him with a hand of his own, his other hand pressed tightly against the back of Trig's head as they kissed . Next the buttons of the shirt were hastily undone and the beautiful body that Trig had so long desired lay naked before him.

"This is for you." Trig whispered as he rose onto his knees, pushed Shawn's arms above his head in a submissive position and then reached for Shawn's aching center.

Then as Shawn lay under him meekly, outstretched, naked, and exposed, Trig slowly and expertly masturbated his sub. As the more experienced man worked, he was coaxing more intensity and exquisitely painful pleasure from the nerves in Shawn's cock than he had ever known was possible. On and on Trig teased him to the brink, only to deny him his need. Then Trig would ramp him up again, but now he was pinching and then sucking Shawn's sensitive and swollen nipples to increase the pleasure. Finally, when Shawn had the beginnings of tears in the corners of his eyes and thought he could take no more, Trig started pounding his cock up and down with such force that Shawn felt his balls bouncing off his ass as Trig finished him with a burst of forceful manly stroking.

When Shawn came it felt like the end of his dick had exploded and he could not repress the cry of ecstasy as burst after burst of his long pent up passion spewed onto his face and chest. The pleasure radiated out from his center, down through his scrotum and seemed to paralyze the muscles in his thighs. He quivered as each subsiding spasm gripped his body while Trig slowly brought him down and to the completion of the most intense orgasm he had ever known. As his senses returned, Shawn felt Trig slowly massaging the warm spunk over the soft skin of his nipples, chest and stomach with one hand as he very gently milked the last drops of cum from his balls and shrinking dick with the other. Noticing that Shawn was watching him, Trig moved his hand up to Shawn's face to wipe off the few ropey remains of the orgasm that had landed there.

"Stay there, I'll be right back." Trig told him as he got up, pulled his jeans partially up and walked toward the small kitchen.

Quickly Trig was back with a warm washcloth which he used to bathe the sticky remains of Shawn's release from his perfect body. How good it felt to be cared for like this thought Shawn, and how wonderful the experience of jacking off with Trig had been. But now that his passion was spent, Shawn was beginning to feel a little embarrassed laying passively on his back stripped naked while another man bathed him.

Trig, being more experienced, knew and expected Shawn's lust to retreat after the intense passion had been spent. And despite the fact that he himself wanted to devour every square inch of the beautiful body laying naked under his hand, he also knew that in time Shawn would come back, needing to once again experience that which only another man could give him. So fearing to somehow mar the experience for Shawn and thus shatter his own hopes of conquest, Trig pushed aside his own urgent need and resolved that he would let Shawn take his own time to think this through. If it was meant to be, Shawn would surrender his fears and come to an acceptance of being gay. It was reward enough for now that Trig had seen and touched the beautiful body. Also, feeling certain that he had seen surrender in those hungry eyes earlier, he was content to bide his time and continue to guide this young man down the path.

So having finished the sponge bath, Trig raised himself to his feet. As Trig stood above the young initiate pulling his pants up and over his still aroused equipment, Shawn once again found himself gazing without shame at another man's nakedness. Lying on his back and gazing up, Shawn got a different view of the underside of Trig's cock and the big full balls hanging below it. He felt a bit odd lying nude on his back looking up at another man in this way. Part of his brain was saying this can't be right but at the same time another part was telling him this was the most perfect thing he had ever known.

Finally Shawn shook himself from his dazed afterglow, sat up and said, "Thanks Trig...ah, for that. I never...I mean I've never done anything like that before." And after a short and awkward pause he added, "Should I jerk you off or something? I mean... I don't want to leave you hanging or...or something."

"Thanks for the offer kiddo, but I wanted to do that for you and you don't need to feel like you owe me a favor. You've been needing to experience sex with another man for awhile I think and I'm just hoping that'll help you sort some things out." Then adding with a bit of lightness in his voice, "And actually, I'm hoping we'll be doing it again real soon. So you better get up and pull your pants up before I change my mind."

As Shawn pulled his clothes back together he said once again, "I want you to know how good that was for me...I had no idea it would be like that. Thanks again man. And ye-ah, maybe we'll do it again..I mean I ain't a queer or nothing...but maybe we'll do it again sometime."

"Come on, you better get out' a here and go home before you get yourself all horny again. And hey, don't forget to take some magazines with you to remind you how much fun you had tonight." Trig said smiling.

Shawn surprised both of them next as he turned from picking up a magazine to face Trig. Stepping closer, he leaned forward and hugged the man who had just shown him his first heights of homosexual passion saying, "Thanks Trig. I needed that and I appreciate what you did. Good night man."

Trig stopped Shawn as he turned to leave and pulling the confused young man close, kissed him once more on the lips. Again Shawn surprised himself as he wrapped his arms around Trig's neck and returned the older man's kiss and whispered again, "Thanks man." 

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Trig couldn't have been happier if he had just won a million dollars. After Shawn had left, his spirits soared higher than they had in months. It felt as if he was fully alive again. And replaying the events of this night over again in his mind, he couldn't believe his plan was going so well. Remembering the beautiful body of his young desire, Trig began to satisfy his own urgent need. It had taken all of his will power to resist taking his virgin initiate and using his perfect body for the pleasure Trig so desperately needed. Once stripped naked, Shawn had been even more beautiful than in his many fantasies. The gentle young man had skin as soft and smooth as a girls and his little tuft of hair perfectly framed his well developed manhood. Trig was proud of his own strength to restrain his passion as that perfect body lay bare before him for the taking. But he knew that in this case patience would be the better part of wisdom and the ultimate reward would be well worth the wait. So as he remembered the evening past, and dreamed of those to come, Trig was forced to use his own hands to release the pent up need that had been heated to the boiling point by that first vision of his desired conquest.

As Trig was dreaming of Shawn and milking the tension from his overly denied body, a couple of miles away Shawn was in his own bed thinking about the nights events. But after his recent heights of homosexual passion had ebbed, he was engaged in the common battle men face as they begin to come to terms with their own homosexuality. He knew it must be wrong to have these feelings and desires about Trig. After all, everyone he had ever known said it was wrong for men to have sex together. It seemed that everyone scorned and made fun of queers. But now he had done the things homos do! And the worst of all, he had actually kissed the man who had queered him and thanked him for doing it!

"Oh, what have I done," the confused Shawn asked aloud.

What would people think? What would his parents think, and his friends? In the end he resolved to never fantasize or dream of having sex with a man again. He would take the magazines back to Trig and tell him that they shouldn't do these things again. Then, exhausted and ashamed, he rolled over onto his stomach and fell into a deep and restful sleep, not realizing that all of his promises to himself would be short lived. Nor did Shawn realize that he slept so well because he had just experienced the first true sexual satisfaction of his young life.

Upon awakening Shawn found his hand wrapped around his morning erection and feathery dreams of sucking Trig's dick floating through his semi-conscious awareness. Gone with the darkness of the night were Shawn's resolutions of the past evening. It was hopeless to try and resist thinking of the wonderful experience of his first sexual encounter with Trig. It was just as hopeless to resist fantasies of more such experiences in the future. So as his resolves vaporized, Shawn stroked new life into his lust and spent the first seed of the day dreaming of doing what he had promised Trig he would do the next time they met. Actually, in his dreams he went farther, much farther, than the masturbation he had promised Trig as payback for the pleasures he had experienced the night before.

As the pace of Shawn's masturbation quickened, the images of the men in the magazines began to float through his mind's eye. He grabbed one from the floor where he had put them the night before and flipped through the pages as he resumed his fast paced strokes. Finally he spotted one that perfectly reflected his own desire. As he gazed at the pictures of a young man on his knees giving a blowjob, he dreamed it was he himself doing that. As Shawn beat his meat looking at queers, wishing he could do what they were doing, his orgasm rocked through his nerves.

But this time after Shawn had spilled his seed in his homosexual lust the remorse did not plague him as it always had before. Somehow during the night his brain had resolved some of the conflict he was experiencing. He didn't come right out and admit that to himself yet, but he was more at ease with himself and his desires this morning. Little did he know that it wouldn't be too far into the future that he would not only accept his new desires, but would truly come to relish being a homosexual.

Realizing the morning was slipping away, Shawn cleaned up the mess he had made as much as possible, showered and dressed for his part time job. Throughout the day he was impatient to get off work and make it over to see Trig. Also, as he waited tables in the small café, he found himself looking with different eyes at some of the young college men who frequented the establishment. He now knew what those bulges in the front of their jeans implied and the pleasures that could be had between two men. As he worked, Shawn dreamed of Trig's big cock and his youthful lust was already becoming inflamed again into an urgent need. Finally as the day seemed to drag on forever, he got permission to leave work early.

"Hey there, how's it going," Trig asked as he open to Shawn's knock. "You're off early today aren't you?"

"Ye-ah, it was slow so they let me split."

"Great! You wanna help me make some cash cleaning out the basement for the landlord?"

"Sure man, lead the way." Shawn said, as his chest tightened and his groin tingled at the masculine sight of the object of his pent up lust.

The two young men worked for several hours in the hot dusty bowels of the old three story house where Trig rented an apartment. The old place had been a mansion in its day but was now carved up into odd little abodes where college students, hippies and the working poor made their homes. The basement was like a hidden dungeon, filled with untold memories and decades of dust. By the end of the afternoon the two were filthy and were glad to call it a day.

Entering the apartment Trig said, "Man I need a shower."

"No kidding, I never saw so much junk in my life. You go first and then I'll take one."

Trig had already planned this out as he replied, "You're forgetting the hot water heater, aren't you?"

"Fuck! Why don't you get that old man to put one in here that'll give you more than two minutes of hot water?"

"Calm down," Trig said jokingly, "We'll just have to take a quick one together so we can both get cleaned up."

At that, Shawn's eyes widened and despite his earlier lustful eagerness he now felt unsure about taking a shower with Trig.

Reading his expression Trig teased, "Hey man, it's not like I ain't seen your cock you know. Come on let's get cleaned up." And giving the younger man a gentle push, the two headed for the bathroom.

"What we'll have to do is turn the warm water on just long enough to get wet, then shut it off while we soap up and wash. That way we'll have enough hot water left for us both to get rinsed off." As he spoke, Trig thought to himself that this couldn't have been planned out any better if he had tried. The unexpected arrival of his young desire and the dirty work had played out perfectly.

Once again Shawn was removing his clothes in front of another man. This time it was even more arousing to Shawn because he now knew that Trig was gay. The knowledge that this man was turned on by his body was a new and exciting thing.

"You're not taking your clothes off," Shawn complained when he realized that Trig was just watching him instead of getting ready to get into the shower.




Seduction, Submission and Surrender



"Just shut-up and strip. I want to watch you strip for me." This was the first command Trig had ventured to give.

Trig waited anxiously to see Shawn's reaction to his order, but the younger man seemed to accept it and continued removing his clothes.

"No. Don't turn away. Strip for me so I can see you. I want to watch you as you undress."

Shawn felt a shudder of excitement as he heard these words, and somehow he understood that this was his turning point. If he obeyed Trig and stripped specifically for the pleasure of another man, he would be acknowledging and accepting that he was a queer. All of his thoughts, calculations, arguments and worries raced through his mind in a moment of time, and then he turned to face his man and slowly revealed his body for him. Not only did he bare his body to Trig's gaze, his actions also bared his soul to him.

When he was totally nude Trig said to him, "Look at your cock."

Shawn didn't have to look to know that it was as hard as an iron rod and pointing towards his belly, but obeying he looked down at it.

"I think that tells me all I need to know about you. That boner doesn't lie, so I don't want to hear anymore about you not wanting this, understood?" The firmness in Trig's voice and the way he took control of Shawn's doubts was such a relief.

"Okay," Shawn answered meekly.

"Good, let's get on with this. Shall we?"

The words could mean many things. Trig could simply mean they should get on with the shower. But Shawn knew the words meant far more than that. He knew that if he got into that shower with Trig he would be entering a whole new life. As he watched the larger man reveal his own beauty, Shawn began to slightly tremble with a combination of excitement and fear. Something in the way Trig was acting, and the tone of his voice told him that things had moved to a different level. For the first time Shawn admitted to himself that Trig was a much stronger and more mature man than he was. The realization made him feel somewhat emasculated. But as the last of Trig's clothes came off and he raised his eyes to Shawn's, the young virgin felt a peace and acceptance at what he now knew was about to happen. He knew in his heart that he would be taken sexually in that shower. In that moment when he could have refused, Shawn instead took one more step in his submission as he laid another piece of his own manly pride away and stepped toward the opening in the shower curtain that Trig held for him.

The two quickly let the warm water wet their bodies and then turned off the precious hot water lest it run out. Taking the bar from the tray, Trig first soaped his own body and then turned to soap Shawn. Oh how exquisite the sensation of Trig's strong hands felt to Shawn as he lathered the soap onto every square inch of his smooth flesh.

"Turn around and face the wall."

Was it a command, or a request? Did it matter? Without comment, Shawn obeyed and turned his backside to Trig.

Gently pushing Shawn so that he was leaning against the tile of the shower, Trig resumed his bathing all along Shawn's back, buttocks and legs. Then putting the soap aside, Trig spent more concentrated effort on the perfect bubble butt, and the hairless crack of his conquest. As he rubbed the slick suds up and down Shawn's crack, Trig reached further and further between his legs to fondle the sack holding the two precious jewels. In response, Shawn parted his legs wider to yield easier access to the strong manly hand bringing such pleasure and Shawn realized that one simple act made him feel like a girl must when spreading her legs for a man. Trig alternated from Shawn's balls back up to his tight little rose bud, and when he reached around with the free hand to slide up and down Shawn's hard sex, the young man sagged and nearly slipped to the floor. Trig caught him and pushed him up against the wall, moving his own slick soapy body tight against the boy's backside. Holding him there with his weight, Trig took his own cock in hand and pressed it into the crack of Shawn's butt and slid it up and down the length several times before he poked it between Shawn's thighs to rub his balls.

"How do you like this little boy?" Trig asked in a lust hungry voice as he humped his hard shaft between the smooth thighs in a simulated fuck.

"Answer me! How do you like it?"

"I like it...I like it a lot..."

"How 'bout this?" Trig asked as he placed the engorged head of his tool against the guarded entrance to Shawn's virgin hole.

Shawn gasped in fear knowing that he was about to be fucked. But despite his fear, he instinctively spread his legs even wider and pushed his ass toward the hardness pushing at his entrance in order to allow his man easier entrance into his body.

"Oh, so you want it eh?"

When Shawn couldn't admit it and say the words, Trig leaned hard into his back and demanded, "Say it! Ask me to fuck you! Beg me to bury my cock into your ass! Say it bitch-boy...Say it now!"

"I wa... want you to fu... fu... fuck me Trig... I n...n...need it...I beg you... fuck me and make me your bitch-boy...please fuck me...please, please fuck me...yes, please fuck me!"

Oh what a release Shawn felt at saying the words. Finally it was over. All of the fears and doubts were gone as he begged his man to enter him and breed him. For the first time in his life Shawn felt in place with himself and the world. So what if his place was under another man to be used as some men might use a woman. So what if that meant his ideals about his own manhood were nothing but illusions of a false dream blown away by the wind. So what that he would be subservient to another man's desires. None of that mattered anymore because he had found a sense of peace that surpassed all of his doubts and fears.

Spreading as wide as he could in the confines of the shower, Shawn opened himself for his deflowering. But to his surprise, and disappointment, Trig relaxed the intensity of his embrace and kissing him gently on the ear he whispered, "There, now it's over. You've given yourself to me... but you're not yet ready to take me into your little boy pussy. But, have no doubt that your surrender is still just as real."

As he was whispering these words Trig was nibbling at Shawn's ear and continued with, "Oh yes my sweet, you opened for me like a bitch in heat and all I had to do was push...just push, and you would have been mine." To emphasize his words Trig thrust his stiff cock into his boi's crack again and pressed his full weight onto the slim young man he held in his arms.

"So don't fret my little one, it won't be long before you feel my strength inside your body. You just need to get used to something big and hard up your pretty little ass before I take you...'cause when I do, you'll enjoy my cock all the more as it slides inside you for the first time." Then with a seductive laugh Trig added, "Plus, the wait will make you crave it all the more."

Laughing again, Trig dropped one hand to wiggle his little finger up Shawn's hole while with the other he roughly manhandled Shawn's sex. Then with lust filled passion he added, "Yes, you will crave it...you'll come to need it so bad that you'll you get on your knees and beg me to fuck you!"

Turning Shawn wrapped his arms around the strong shoulders and neck of his man a kissed him deeply on the mouth. As their stiff cocks played and kissed, so too did their tongues dance and embrace in a joining of souls.

"There is something more I want from though," said Trig breaking the kiss.

"Whatever it is, just ask. I'll give you anything."

"Be careful what you promise before you hear what I want."

"I've already given you everything I have. I've already given you my body and promised you my virginity. What more can I give?" Shawn asked as he lovingly stroked his man's cheek.

"I want your submission. I want to set you free. Are you really ready to give me everything?"

Shawn didn't quite know what else he could give so he asked, "What do you mean? What more can I give?"

"I want you to accept being a slave to my every desire from now on. Can you do that? Are you ready to call me Master and do everything I ask of you regardless of what it might be?"

Shawn quickly began to answer, but Trig stopped him and said, "Think about it for a minute before you say yes. This is for real. If you want to be with me you will have to do whatever I tell you. So think about the worst thing you can imagine I might demand and ask yourself if you could do it before you answer."

Shawn was in a quandary. He had just been taken to the heights of discovery about himself, his sexuality and, it seemed, even a discovery of life itself. He was riding on a wave of euphoria at those discovers and he couldn't really imagine what Trig might ask that would be so hard to obey.

"I don't understand Trig."

"Shawn can you accept me as the Master of your life? Try saying it and see how you feel."

"Yes, Master I can say that."

"Shawn there's a thing called a sub male. You've read about them in some of the books we read. Do you understand what that all means?"

"Oh, now I get it!" Shawn said with a smile. "You want me to be your boi, like a sissy boi. Is that what you mean?"

"Are you ready for that Shawn?"

"Yes Tri..." The slap on his ass stopped Shawn in mid sentence.

"You will not call me by my name unless I give you permission! From this moment you will address me as Master. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Yes Master, I understand. And yes, I submit to you as my Master." Shawn said this even though he was surprised and puzzled at the change in Trig's tone and attitude. But he also realized that oddly, he was willing to do the very things being asked. It was if Trig somehow knew what he needed and desired even more than he himself did.

"Kneel before me."

Shawn got onto his knees before his new master, and Trig turned the warm water back on to rinse the soap from their bodies. When the short reserve ran to cold Trig turned the water off and faced back toward his sub.

"Kiss my feet."

When Shawn began to lower his lips to obey, he realized that there was still some pride he had not yet given up because this was a very hard thing to do. But as his lips contacted his master's feet he realized that this too felt right and good for him.

"Lick them."

And again Shawn obeyed.

"Good boy," Trig said in a kind voice as he patted the damp curly hair of his boy. "Now sit facing me"

When Shawn had complied with Master's demand they both could see the erection sticking up between Shawn's legs. That alone was enough to erase any doubts either of them might have had about Shawn's sincerity and acceptance of his new role. Shawn was now turned. The old Shawn no longer existed, or more accurately the false Shawn no longer existed. Instead a newly liberated man knelt before his master. It was a man who now knew and accepted his position in the grand scheme of life and he was satisfied and happy at the discovery.

"Shawn, look at me."

As Shawn looked up at his master he saw that he was holding his penis toward him. Then without warning Trig let loose his stream of piss directed onto Shawn's own manhood.

"Accept it," said Master as his flow strengthened, "lie back and let me mark you."

Doing as Master had said, Shawn lay back against the back of the tub as Master washed his scent over his body. Oh how wonderful the warmth felt.

"Oh Master...I love you. Please mark me as yours..."

As he moved the golden stream upward to Shawn's face Master said, "Now we shall see, open your mouth."

Another large step in his surrender took place in that moment. Shawn had already been willing to give up his virgin ass to win a man's love, now he was being asked to give up the last of his pride. As he felt the warm liquid reach to play on his nipples, Shawn opened his mouth to accept this next humiliation of submission. Shawn watched as the nectar flowed from his master's manhood. And just as the warmth played over his neck, he closed his eyes and realized that he would cherish anything that came forth from Master's magnificent member.

As the moment ended, Trig said, "Get up and suck it."

On his knees in a shower with another man's urine dripping from his face and body, Shawn again obeyed. Taking the swollen tool into his mouth for the first time, the sub was in his rightful place at last. His joy was to serve and pleasure his taskmaster, and he went at it with a vengeance. First cleaning the last drops of piss with his tongue, Shawn then opened his mouth wide and started sucking. He knew he wouldn't stop until Master relieved his need.

If somehow Shawn wasn't a converted queer by this point, his first mouthful of man flesh confirmed the complete resignation to his place. The taste and feel of the smooth skin was so different from what he had expected. Forgetting for a moment about Master's pleasure, he stopped sucking and began to lick the length of the shaft and explore down among the heavy testicles. He was worshiping this symbol of his domination and his sensitive tongue was the best tool to explore and become intimate with every texture and taste of his Master's strength. With every lick from his tongue he took one more step to total capitulation and surrender.

Finally Trig needed his own release and forced the servicing mouth back to its job. With increased urgency he began fucking his boy's mouth just like a man would a woman's pussy. With increased force he pushed the fat meaty head further down Shawn's throat until tears were streaming from the boi's eyes and he was gagging for breath. But still the young man kept sucking. He was determined to please his man and finally he knew he had succeeded as warm ropes of thick man seed flowed into his mouth. And still Master kept fucking him as more bursts hit the back of his throat. It was impossible to keep up as the nectar of Master's strength and manhood flowed from deep within his own body and into Shawn's. Trig emptied so much pent up need that Shawn couldn't swallow it all and it became smeared inside Shawn's mouth and all around his lips and face. By the time Master finished his ejaculation the novice cock sucker had cum smeared not only on himself, but all over Master as well.

Trig sagged backward against the shower wall, his eyes closed and heavy breaths lifting his strong muscular chest. Shawn was mesmerized at the sight of his Master, like a wounded warrior in his moment of weakness. The still swollen but softening shaft of his domination was before him with Master's seed glistening on the smooth flesh. And this time Shawn did not need to be told what to do, it was if the true person was coming awake from a long sleep as he leaned forward and began to lick the mess from Master's glorious weapon. As Shawn continued to tenderly clean the smeared cum from this symbol of strength and power, Trig gently pressed the young man's cheek tightly to his groin and stroked his soft curly hair.

"Stand up", Trig softly commanded.

When Shawn had obeyed, Trig pulled his boi to him and kissed him deeply and passionately for what seemed like eternity. Both men seemed to understand what that kiss meant. For one of them it was the kiss of a man taking his rightful possession. For the other it was a kiss of surrendering. But as the kiss lingered it became even more for both men as they floated in the aura of the joining of two souls in love.

The two finally forced themselves apart, and as they did two pairs of eyes joined in a similar exchange of vows. As the men gazed deeply into one another's depths, each acknowledged both the love and the rightful order between Master and sub. And both felt a deep peace settling over them. It was a peace that both had been searching to find for a very long time.

"Come, let's get dried off. We need to go over to your place and move your stuff over here."

"Yes, Master." Answered Shawn, relived that he no longer had to worry about making the decisions. He had a man now who would do that.

But for some reason 'Master' now had a hollow ring to Trig. He had succeeded in his goal of subduing his quarry. He had forced Shawn to submit before him and call him Master. But Trig suddenly realized that he had failed to anticipate his own feelings for the precious young man who was so willing to give himself into his care.

Making a quick decision he said, "Shawn, you've shown that you're submitted to me. I don't doubt your commitment or your submission. You know it and so do I. But I also know that you love me...and...and I love you too."

Trig was stunned to hear these words of love coming from his mouth. He had been caught off guard by the swiftness of his own emotions as he acknowledged his love for the young man standing naked and wet before him.

But gently pulling his young lover back into an embrace he added, "I want you to call me by my name... and...and... I need you to call me...My Love...I need that way more than I need you to call me Master."

Trig finally realized that the feelings he had for Shawn were far different than those he had shared with Master Sgt. Keller. The needs he and Shawn shared together were much more complex than those he had experienced with Sgt. Keller. He no longer had a desire to be like Sgt. Keller and forcefully dominate the young man who had so meekly given his all. He knew that Shawn's submission was born of love and a true desire to please him. From this moment forward both he and Shawn would be walking on undiscovered ground.

This seduction began out of lust for the body of a beautiful young man because that is all Trig had learned from his own Master. But in the process he had been struck by an unforeseen arrow that buried itself deeply into his own heart. Understanding dawned for the first time that true submission is given out of love and trust. What he had experienced with Sgt. Keller was born more from lust and fear. But what Shawn had offered him was sincere heartfelt submission, a submission too precious to accept with casual disregard for its value. Trig also reasoned that if true submission is born of love, then the one accepting that submission must do so in love as well.

All of these truths came to Trig in a moment of understanding from someplace outside of his own willful thought. And just as Shawn had felt the relief of discovering his own proper place within himself, Trig too was surprised to feel a relief at the realization that he was in love. And the acknowledgment of that love was like the beginning of a new day shining its light into the darkness of his heart. It was the brightness of re-born hope lifting the gloom, just like the first rays of dawn driving the darkness of the night away.

Shawn was overcome with his own emotions at Trig's confession of his love and as tears welled up in his eyes all he could say was, "I love you Master...I love you more than anything in the world!"

Smiling his own love in return Trig whispered, "And I love you. Now let's go get your stuff moved in here. And I think I should take you out tonight for a celebration on the town, don't you?"

"You bet!"

"And tonight, my love, you'll be sleeping in my bed. How's that sound?"

Shawn paused for a brief moment to savor just how wonderful those words did make him feel, then he replied, "I feel like I am in the perfect place for the first time in my life. I can't believe that I'll be in your bed tonight...and every night. Words can't even begin to describe how good sleeping in your bed sounds."

"Good, then let's get dressed and get going. Because tonight, my young friend, you will begin to learn what else I have in mind for your pleasure!"

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Alas, the end of the story, but I hope that your own love may never end...yukonnights