DECONSTRUCTION Alan used to despise gays especially how th..

DECONSTRUCTION Alan used to despise gays especially how they are always checking him out, however, when he was offered the job for his small construction company to do an addition to the multi-million dollar house, he couldn’t refuse. He knew the house owner was gay the minute he laid eyes on him. The man was some kind of doctor or something, and he wasn’t feminine but the way the doctor kept checking him out Alan knew he was gay. Also the doctor wanted to add a “play room,” whatever that was supposed to be, Alan thought, to the huge mansion. The plans really disturbed Alan at first. The entire wing was to be soundproof, with a maze of cell-like rooms. Alan didn’t want the job but his fledgling construction company needed the business, plus his wife was getting fed up with him being picky on jobs he was taking. After he met with the doctor a few times to go over the plans and to make revisions, Alan began to warm up to the older man. The doctor started to seem pretty cool, Alan thought, as the doctor always offered him water, beer, and even some Alpha-B drinks. He was a big energy drink user, and that stuff the doctor gave him, really got him hooked. Also, the doctor was a big supporter of the local police force. He noticed different police officers always coming and going at various hours of the day. They always seem very friendly to the doctor as they leave the mansion. The doctor would have his arm around their muscular shoulders as he escorted them out of his house and even help them adjust their uniforms before they got back in their cruiser and left. Alan found himself working late each evening at the house, way beyond when he sent his crew home. The doctor always seems to be making revisions to the plans, adding new rooms or features, so they end up meeting late in the manison’s study, library, or drawing rooms, after the rest of the workers leave. His wife began to complain that he was spending too much time on the site. First she complained that he wasn’t getting enough business now he works too much. She even accused him of cheating on her, when he started to shave his chest hair, ass, and crotch, leaving his body smooth. He even started to wear jockstraps under his work jeans. He couldn’t really explain why he started doing it. It felt good having his clothes brush against his smooth body and bare ass, he explained to her. His wife was a beauty and his childhood sweetheart but he started to lose interest in her. Her constant nagging was getting on his nerves. He found himself telling her that he was tired and not in the mood when she want to have sex. This made it even worse at home. As a result he stayed later at the mansion. Some evenings, after meeting with the doctor, the older man would encourage Alan to sleep over. Alan found it hard to argue with the doctor. He always seemed to know what is best for Alan, and it felt so good to do as the doctor told him. In the mornings he would wake to find himself on the couch in the doctor’s study or in a spare bedroom, in just his jockstrap and work boots. He would wake confused as he looked around the palatine rooms and couldn’t remember much about the night before. His ass would be sore but all worries quickly fade. He would just find his jeans and pull them on and start work early. During the day as he and his crew work, they begin to take off their shirts. The men he worked with were all in great shape like he was and had nothing to hide in the body department. They grew to feel comfortable showing off their bodies especially when the doctor was at home. Dr. Davis seems to get along with all the work men. He would joke with them, compliment them on their hard work. Alan or the straight construction workers had any problems when the doctor would touch them, squeezing their hard muscles. In fact, Alan found himself feeling comfortable and relaxed at the mere touch from the older man. One evening, Alan was staying late again, cleaning up the tools, when Dr. Davis came in to inspect the progress of the new wing. Alan was shirtless as usual. He recently felt so much more relaxed being shirtless and showing off his body around other men, especially the doctor. He works hard for his body and it is good to have someone to appreciate it, especially another man. Women can’t truly appreciate a man’s hard work on his body. His ripped, worn jeans were hanging low showing off his jockstrap waistband and the top shelf of his bubble ass. “Look pretty good,” the Doctor looked around at the progress. “Thank you, sir, everything should be done in a couple of weeks,” Alan said with pride. “uh, that item was delivered today. I had the men put it over there.” Alan pointed to a large x shape cross that stood in the corner. Chains and shackles were attached to each corner of the huge X. “Oh, good. I was expecting to get it this week,” the doctor went over to inspect it. “What is it, sir,” Alan walked up beside the doctor. “Oh, it's a Saint Andrew cross,” the Doctor inspected the shackles. “What is it for,” Alan asked as he stood close to the doctor. He could smell the older man’s cologne and grew hard in his tight jockstrap. The doctor smiled and turned to the hunk contractor, “let me show you.” He took Alan’s right hand, “trust me.” Alan felt his muscles relaxed at the doctor’s touch. “Remember you can trust me completely,” the doctor whispered as he lifted Alan’s arm and began to fasten the muscular younger man to the shackles. “I trust you,” Alan replied in a whisper. He offered no resistance as the doctor fastened his other hand to the X cross. “Remember how good it feels to obey, and serve me,” the doctor whispered as he knelt behind Alan and started to fasten the leg shackles to his booted legs. “Yess, it felt so good when you fucked me,” Alan’s mind remember the previous nights he was fucked in the doctor’s study or library after they went over the plans for the additions. “Good boy,” the doctor stood up after securing the construction worker’s muscular legs. Alan groaned as he felt the doctor’s crotch pressing against his ass and his breath on the back of his neck. “Please,” Alan’s voice cracked. The doctor noticed a pair of shears nearby and picked them up. Alan was breathing heavily as the doctor began to cut his jeans. Between cutting, he grabbed hold of the holes in Alan’s worn jeans and began to rip them further. In a matter of minutes the old work jeans were laying in shreds on the floor. Then the doctor raised his hands and brought it down hard on Alan’s firm, bubble ass. Alan cried out and pulled at the chains. However, Alan’s cock was rock hard, trapped in his jock pouch, begging to be freed. He moaned in pleasure as the doctor slapped his other ass cheek. The doctor moved closer behind him and grabbed each muscular, jock framed cheeks, squeezing and kneading. “Please, fuck me,” Alan moaned. The once cocky, homophobic construction worker begged as he pushed out his smooth around ass toward the older man. The doctor smirked as he unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. Aiming his cock between Alan fat ass cheeks, the doctor grabbed his lean waist and pulled him toward him. There was just enough slack to allow Alan to bend forward. “Relax, remember you will feel only pleasure,” the doctor whispered into Alan’s right ear as he pushed forward. “Oh, god yes,” Alan moaned loudly as he felt the thick cock pushing into him. Alan began to push backwards as the doctor plowed deeper into him. The doctor then eases out and thrust back into him, harder and deeper. Alan’s grunts and moaned filled the partially completed dungeon. “You feel so good being my bitch,” the doctor whispered as he leaned in and kissed Alan’s ripped, muscular back. “Yes, sir,” Alan groaned back in pleasure. Alan had no idea how long the doctor had made him his slave, nor how many times the older man was fucking him, but it didn’t matter. He loved it. Feeling the man’s thick cock deep inside him, stretching him and pounding his prostate. “Cum for me,” the doctor thrusted all the way into Alan’s ass. “Fffuck,” Alan cried out as he came hard, filling his jockstrap pouch. The cum leaked out the sides of the cotton pouch and ran down his thick thighs. Feeling Alan’s anal muscles clamping tight around his cock, the doctor didn’t last long. He groaned loud and cum deep inside the tough construction workers ass.