So let me start off by saying that I am not gay. Not at all. I have never been attracted to men. I can’t even tell if they’re good looking. That being said…
Some months ago I came across a post on a reddit erotica thread which had a component of male on male BDSM.
Not wanting to rewrite the author’s work, the gist of the story is that a young and attractive man finds himself being guided towards becoming the submissive of an older, more experienced (and exceptionally dominant) man.
The story teases you throughout, by taking quite some time to build up to a situation where the younger, submissive man is alone, bound, on all fours and at the mercy of the dominant, older man. I found myself oddly fascinated by the story and when I was scrolling through it for the second time, I realised that I was really focussing on the submissive being prepared to be used by the dom.
As I read, I became aware that my cock was leaking precum down my thigh. I became acutely in need of relief. Which I granted myself.
So, fast-forward some weeks or months – I’ve been digging out the same story, now long lost to most by the endless march of the reddit erotica thread. I’m still reading it, still getting hard and still jerking off to the image.Given the number of times I read it, I decided that this author deserved some fan mail – so I dropped him a message. Something totally innocuous like “I read your story – just to let you know that I really enjoyed it.”
The conversation that ensues is perfectly decent without even really addressing the content of the story I was commending him for. He recommended that I read some more and maybe even pursue some writing of my own – to which I say “Maybe I will :)”
I get back:
“Slave. There is no maybe.”
My cock weeps a little. I stare at the message a while. I lick my lips. and I respond
“Yes, Sir.”
“Sir”?! I’ve never so much as looked at another man, and now I’m making a mess of myself and it’s all I can think about. What the hell am I saying – where do I even see this going? Would I even enjoy it if it were right there? Why do I have such a big hard on?
Fast forward a few months and I’m in lockdown. Single guy, can’t meet women, but I’m still messaging this man who refers to me as “Little Sub.” Telling him about a recent sexual exploit and hanging on his every word when he messages me.
What’s more, I’m fantasising about him. A lot.
Now, I’ve never been totally averse to prostate stimulation, but I’m finding myself experimenting more. I wear a ball gag while I jerk off and sit on a small plastic toy that stretches my little inexperienced hole. I imagine his girth easing inside me and it hurting, but me just biting my lip because I. Want. To. Please. Sir.
I want Sir to own my little hole. I want to wear a collar for Sir. I want him to tie me down and spank me. And I want to offer my body to him willingly, to beg for it, and if I please him enough, and if I deserve it, and if I have been very very good, I want him to make me cum.
I always worked out a lot, I’m slim and athletic, but I found myself getting in better shape in the hope that it would please Sir. I also have a really big ass (result of lucky genetics and a lot of working out), which I really enjoyed thinking about him rhythmically pounding.
He asked me for nudes once. No, wait. He didn’t ask me. He told me to send him nudes. Of course I immediately obliged. I was trying to hide my rock hard erection while taking photos with decent lighting of myself in my boxers.
I got a response “You have a nice body. But it is not what you truly want to reveal to me. Drop the shorts.”
I’ve never sent full nudes to anyone, but I complied. And I was glad I did it. Doing what he said made me hard. Thinking about him easing himself inside my little hole made me hard. Calling him Sir made me hard.
I often re-read our messages, tease my little hole and make a lot of mess all over myself.
So anyway, yeah. I’m 100% straight.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i936z8/mm_virtual_what_sir_wants_sir_gets
Yeah. Not gay at all. ?
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