Tyler Castle Tops Jack Hunter, So He’s Totally Not Gay on Young Perps

Remember, It’s Only Gay if the Dick’s in Your Ass.

We’re used to seeing swaggering Tops with loss control uniforms and undeservedly confident attitudes work out their personal sexual issues with perps real and innocent. This time around, Young Perps presents us with a unique scenario. What happens when the real or innocent perp in question says, “I’m Not Gay?”

You bottom to him, of course, cuz it’s not gay unless the dick is in your ass.

For a man whose character proudly boasts of his policy to sexually assault people who jump the turnstiles of wherever he works and then take compromising photos of them, Jack Hunter he’s a surprisingly considerate lover. In fact, he’s a real giver and not much of a taker at all. I mean, beyond the whole getting fucked in the ass part.

But I digress.

Jack perp marches the protesting Tyler Castle into his office, which looks a lot like a big storage room packed with old file cabinets, chairs, and a conference table that’s seen better days. The physical difference between the two men is interesting, with Jack and his manbun looking like they should be watched carefully while browsing in a retail shop and Tyler looking like he should be on his way to church after playing a wholesome game of football. That does not mean that Tyler does not look like the kind of guy who would jump a turnstile instead of paying for a token.

And such proves to be the case. Tyler is, in a word, a scofflaw. Further, he’s an unrepentant, snarky, sarcastic, disrespectful, uncooperative, and not entirely incorrect sass-monkey. He’s my kinda guy, but Jack doesn’t find this at all amusing. He gets Tyler into an uncomfortable folding chair as quickly as he can while taking up residence in a more comfortable conference chair across from him.

Tyler refuses to provide ID or in any other way help along the process of punishing him for jumping that turnstile since manbun dude isn’t a real cop. He’s just a rent-a-cop. That’s another thing that Jack doesn’t like, this being called less than an authority figure. He points out that whatever he is, he’s got an office. It’s an office that Tyler is likewise unimpressed by, saying he’s seen more impressive offices in dumpsters. Ouch. That’s gonna leave a mark.

This provides Jack with the perfect opportunity to take an exceptionally long break to water his lizard. Tyler makes use of it by wandering around the office and looking into file cabinets and under tables. I’m not sure what he thinks he’s going to find, but he makes the effort. When Jack returns from whatever he’s been doing during all this time, he finds that the accused is no longer seated in his uncomfortable folding chair. Indeed, he has planted his ass in one of the conference chairs. This will not stand. Or sit.

The threat of arrest repeatedly fails to make an impact on Tyler, so you’d think Jack would stop using it as ammunition but hope springs eternal. In this case, the supposed perp thinks his captor has nobody but himself to blame because he took so long to piss. That’s when Jack finally figures out something that actually gets under his sneering perp’s skin. He slaps the cuffs on him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” a shocked Tyler demands. “I’m the one who’s the fuck in charge right now,” Jack explains.

It’s beginning to dawn on Tyler that he might be in deeper than his disdain for Jack and all he stands for is prepared to deal with. He demands to know what Jack wants, which leads to him finding out precisely that, plus more about manbun dude’s work situation than he ever wanted to know. What matters to him is that Jack is wanting some, shall we say, intimate contact. Tyler ain’t down with that and insists that he doesn’t swing that way.

This lame-ass argument gets nowhere with the skeptical Jack, who insists he just wants to give the straight boy a hand job, anyway. What harm could come from something so innocent? This line of reasoning is no more successful than the threats of police involvement, but given that he’s handcuffed, Tyler’s not really in a position to negotiate terms.

Surprising no one, the hand job evolves into cock sucking. This does not elicit a positive response from the wearer of the cock in question. In fact, he’s quite distressed, insisting that “Dude! This is wrong! I’m not gay!” Jack has a perfectly reasonable response based on easily visibly confirmed evidence. “Looks like you’re enjoying it,” he says, referring to the major erection Tyler is sporting.

Let’s face it, everyone is straight until they’re handcuffed, given a hand job, a blowjob, and threatened with the release of compromising photos on the internet. Jack knows his craft, by which I mean getting straight boys to do what he wants in his ass. Tyler knows when he’s lost a battle but continues to sass the hell out of his captor even to the point of telling him that “If you’re going to suck it, at least go deeper. Yeah. Like that.”

Then Jack once again ups the ante and drops his trousers so he can wank while he sucks his unwilling prey. This further upsets Tyler, but nothing really matters. He’s about to find that a guy stroking himself while he’s got his mouth on your dick is the least of his indignities. Next up: ass eating. And he’s doing the eating. “No, man! I ain’t into that,” he protests. “Well, you’d better get into it,” he’s informed along with the requisite threat of cops and compromising photos and blahblahblah.

“Just pretend it’s a girl,” Jack encourages while Tyler does what he’s been told to do with his mouth, which isn’t share his feelings or deep thoughts. He does complain, however, which earns him a reminder that “The faster you get it done, the faster it will be over.” True that. But Jack isn’t finished with dragging Tyler kicking and screaming into the rainbow zone. “How’s that dick doing? Is it feeling neglected? It looks like it wants to fill this hole.”

You just know that goes over poorly, but Jack insists that “There’s a first time for everything.” Today is Tyler’s first time to fuck a dude on an old conference table. You don’t get that chance every day. Seeing the wisdom of cooperation, one condition is made and once the cuffs are off, Tyler’s cock slides into Jack’s asshole like a well-oiled machine.

That’s when Jack utters those eternal words, “It’s only gay if you have a dick inside of you.” With a slap on the table, he instructs Tyler to get on his back on it and then proceeds to settle himself reverse on the poor perp’s penis. By now, even Tyler is enjoying himself. At least he’s complaining less often. Maybe that’s why Jack opts to switch to missionary at the edge of the table.

Then Mr. “I’m Not Gay” announces that he’s “so close” to having an ejaculation. He’s “so close” that he does exactly that, spitting semen in a line down Jack’s balls before putting his dick back in the self-proclaimed authority figure’s ass for a few more thrusts. At that, Tyler steps back and, when Jack attempts to touch him gently, slaps his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”

Finally allowed to leave the office clutching his clothing, Tyler is assured that his “secret’s safe with me,” and bids, “have a good one!”

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