I pissed off my FWB and paid for it [MF] [bd] [oral] [anal]

Recently I have been sucking my FWB while he plays video games. He has been playing a game on his pile of shame called Dying Light – in preparation for the release of its second part. The game is quite fun to watch. The plot is engaging, and the combat and action is fun. But for the last few times, he has been doing a bit of just running around and levelling up his character instead of playing the story missions.

So, because I got bored watching that, one day, I just trailed my hand along his thigh, unzipped his pants, got them out of the way and slipped down to the floor and got his cock in my mouth. I don’t give him an aggressive blowjob, trying to make him cum. I just suck him slowly, languidly, taking my time to taste every inch of him, hold him all the way down my throat without doing anything, just small licks, holding him in my throat until I gag. It’s more like an edging instead of a blowjob. I can usually tease him like that for almost an hour without making him cum. The best part is that I can have small orgasms myself from just doing that, without even touching myself. But he would eventually have enough of the teasing and put the controller down and grab my hair and fuck my mouth until he cums. Because he’s trying to get his character up to a pretty high level before he continues any more story missions, this has been a daily occurrence; enough that for the last few days, he sat down sans pants so I could get to it immediately.

Then the other day, he said he was done with the levelling and would play the game properly. So, I wasn’t going to suck him that time, and when he came to the sofa without pants, I told him so. He was disappointed and tried to convince me otherwise. I blew him a raspberry and told him no. We argued about it for a while, and he finally got his pants back on and sat down moodily to play the game. I leaned back on the sofa, put my feet up and got comfortable. I guess he still had other things on his mind because he got killed twice by the most ordinary zombies even before he got to the mission marker. He didn’t do too well in the mission either, getting his ass kicked and having to restart it over and over. He kept getting more and more frustrated, and that led him to play poorly. I didn’t help matters by finding that funny and laughing at times.

Finally, he threw the controller down and said he was going to get a drink. I told him to bring me something too and made a joke about dropping it, like how he just fell off a building in the game. I started playing with my phone while I waited. I heard him in the kitchen, then heard him trudge upstairs – I assumed to use the bathroom.

I did not hear him come back down the stairs. I was scrolling on my phone, then the next thing I knew, he stood behind the sofa and had grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up. My attempt to shout died in my throat when he slid his left arm around my neck in a chokehold. Then, he forced my right arm behind my back with his right hand, and I felt the leather-bound handcuff on my wrist. I tried to claw away the arm choking me with my free hand. For a moment, it seemed I succeeded because he relaxed the grip, but it was only to grab my free hand and pull it down and behind me cuff my hands together. He pulled me entirely off the sofa and had me standing on the floor, spinning me around to face him.

My first attempt to ask him what the fuck he was doing earned me a slap across the face. The second attempt at opening my mouth earned me another slap, and he grabbed my right breast tightly and squeezed painfully, telling me to shut up. He reached to lift my t-shirt only to realise that he could not get it off me with my hands cuffed behind my back. He stopped to consider what to do next, then shrugged and just ripped it. He had to rip the arms off separately. He had an easier time with my shorts, though I did attempt to kick out at him. He gave me a hard slap on the ass for that. Then he produced a ring gag from his back pocket. The steel ring had soft, red leather straps extending from it on two sides. He put it up to my mouth; I refused to open my mouth even when he slapped me a few times. He grabbed my throat in one hand, the cool metal of the ring pressing against my skin as he squeezed. For some extra incentive, he pinched my nose shut too. I couldn’t help it, and I opened my mouth. His hand left my throat in an instant, and he forced the ring into my mouth with the lower rim behind my front teeth. He worked the upper part of the ring using both hands behind my upper teeth, forcing my jaws apart. He pulled the strap back, my lips closed around the edge of the ring, forming a perfect ‘O’ held wide open. Almost immediately, I start to drool, some saliva starting to coat my chin and drip down over my breasts.

Then he kicked my legs apart and pushed me to the floor, onto my knees. He knelt behind me, and I felt him place cuffs on my ankles, then he got the harness to cuff my wrists to my ankles so that I was kneeling, sitting up straight. He grabbed me by my ponytail and pulled me along as he walked back to the front of the sofa. I slid and shuffled on my knees to follow as his grip on my hair hurt. He stripped naked completely before he sat down with a satisfied smirk at my glare. Not that it was much of a glare as I was panting and drooling uncontrollably with the gag in my mouth. He moved me so that I was between his legs, his hardening cock right in my face. Then he leant forward and slipped a hand down my stomach and between my legs. His fingers came away wet. He rubbed them across my cheeks and said in a satisfied voice, “Looks like, I am not the only one being turned on.” I did my best to glare at him, but my gaze kept drifting to his cock, and he saw that.

He rifled through his clothes on the sofa and got out one of my vibrators from a pocket of his jeans. He ran it around my lips, put it through the ring gag, making me lick at it. Then he turned it on, running it down over my breasts, holding it against my nipples, then down my stomach. He reached again between my legs with the vibrator; he pressed the head against my clit hard, running it back and forth a little until I moaned through the gag. Taking the vibrator, he ran it along my lips, taking it from my clit to my ass and back again. Even on the lowest setting, it felt amazing, and I moved my hips, trying to rub myself against it, pressing against his arm.

He teased me like that, changing the speed on the vibrator before finally putting it on the lowest setting again and pushing it inside me. Then he stood up, took hold of my hair and made me look up at him. The tip of his cock brushed against my cheek. He told me that if I cummed before he did, he would make sure I could not sit down properly tomorrow. That was not a fair game, especially with the vibrator in me. Then he moved my head, so his cock rested on the ring gag. I breathed hard, working my tongue widely to lick the tip, trying to move forward to take him in my mouth. He pulled my hair to hold me back, letting me just taste the precum. The grip on my hair tightened as I tried to move forward; I knew he was enjoying denying my struggle to take his cock in my mouth.

But he did not deny me for long. He pushed my head forward, and his cock filled the ring and passed into my mouth. He moved me slowly, inch by inch, my tongue desperately sliding along the underside of his shaft. He guided my mouth on his cock, pushing it toward the back of my throat, filling me up slowly. He held my head when I choked and gagged on his cock, just the tip in my throat, and then pulled back, working back and forth until he was almost completely out of my mouth again.

He gave me a moment to breathe, and then he pushed my head forward again, this time faster than before, his shaft sliding over my tongue. I moaned and felt him shiver as he felt more than heard the sound – muffled by every inch of his firm cock. He repeated the movement again. Just the tip of his cock going in my throat before he pulled my mouth off his cock all the way out.

I leaned forward, I was turned on, and I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, but his grip on my hair kept me from being able to take him back into my mouth. With my tongue just poking through the ring, I ran my tongue up the length of his cock. He grinned down at me. “Good girl.” Hearing that only served to turn me on, and I got the feeling that I would cum before he did, even if he did let me suck him. And he knew that too.

He finally loosened his grip on my hair, and I immediately moved to guide his cock back into the opening of the ring. I leaned forward, sucking him back in. His hands again gripped my hair, even tighter this time as he went in even further. I started to choke, and my body twitched – the cuffs rattling behind me. He slowed but kept pressing my head down. I could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He felt it and stopped just for a second to give me the time to breathe before pushing forward.

His cock slid in gradually but easily through my mouth and into my throat as he pushed my head down. I choked again, but I was helpless to make him stop. Not that I wanted him to stop. He slid into my throat until his balls touched my chin, and my nose was pressed against his skin. He drew my head back slowly and groaned, savouring the tightness around his cock. He stopped halfway, and he pushed my head down again, all the way, and stopped as I squirmed and breathed raggedly through my nose with his cock all the way in my mouth and a firm hand on my head to keep me in place, my eyes wide and filled with tears looking up at him.

I shook, my breasts heaving as I took deep breaths through my nose. Saliva dripped incessantly around his shaft, coating my chin and his balls. I knew he wouldn’t relent easily. Time and time again, he had told me that this was his favourite view – me on my knees, choking on his cock.

But he finally had his fill of the sight for the moment and pulled my head back slowly, leaving only half of his length in my mouth. He gently brushed a loose strand of hair off my tear-streaked cheek. He looked into my eyes with a smile that told me what was to come.

He rammed my head down on his cock – his cock going all the way in. Then with both of his hands on my hair, he began to move my head, fucking my mouth with his cock, using my captive mouth as just a hole for him to take pleasure from as he wished. I ran or at least tried to run my tongue on the underside of his cock in tune with his movements. The deep wet sounds of my choking and gagging filled the room as he fucked my mouth, intermingling with my moans and his groans.

My mind was only on the thoughts of the cock that was in my mouth, but my body was keeping tabs on the vibrator in me. Between the two of them, I was incredibly turned on. Every time he shoved my head down on his cock, I got closer and closer. Then one hard thrust into my throat, and I felt the waves of pleasure course over me. My body jolted and shook. He felt it and squeezed me between his legs. He still kept moving my head on his cock.

I was almost nearing another orgasm when I felt him tense and stiffen. He practically held my head down all the way, but at the last moment, he relented, letting me move my head back so that I could have the head of his cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it as he began to cum. He flooded my mouth with his cum. I got to taste it for a moment, then his animal instincts took over again, and he jammed my head all the down his shaft; I felt every throb as he continued to cum in my throat.

After what seemed like an eternity, his grip on my head loosened, and I leant back, letting his softening cock fall out of my mouth. I had managed to swallow most of his cum, but a bit had dripped out, and some coated his cock. I licked as best I could, but it was not easy with the gag. He saw what I was doing and reached behind my head, and slipped the gag off. My jaw ached, and my lips felt bruised, but I immediately got to cleaning him up. A part of me wanted him distracted so that he might forget about making good his earlier threat. But I have been with him long enough to know that it was unlikely, which proved true soon enough.

He stood up, pushed me off his cock and took out his belt from his jeans. Then he grabbed me by my hair, ignoring my cries of pain and dragged me over the floor and out of the den and into my home office. He undid the harness and freed my ankles. He pulled me up to my feet, pushed me bent over and face down on my desk, my hands still behind my back, legs spread. I heard him wrap the belt around his hand, and he told me to count the strokes out loud.

I shrieked when the belt came down, squarely smacking across my ass. I began counting the strokes in a broken voice, feeling myself getting turned on and wet again from the beating. It hurt a lot; it was humiliating, but my bare nipples were hard and rubbing against the desk, and I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. He could see that too.

After I sobbed ‘Fifty’ into the desk, the blows stopped. Then I felt his hand brush against the welts on my ass gently as he admired his handiwork. The belt dropped onto the desk beside me. I started to shiver in anticipation of what was to come next. There is a reason why I keep a bottle of lube on my home office desk.

I heard the tell-tale squirt sound from the bottle and then felt the cold liquid against my ass as he fingered my ass, penetrating me. He worked his fingers for a moment, easing them into my ass. Then his fingers slipped out, and I felt his hand on the small of my back, holding me down. I felt his cock against my ass, piercing my tight opening.

His fingers dug into my skin, and I cried, writhing beneath him as he worked his cock into my ass until his groin slapped into my red, swollen ass. When he started to fuck my ass, I was both crying and moaning in pleasure. It felt so good, so wonderfully good to have his cock own me completely.

The fucking was hard, but not too long as we both were too turned on. I moved my hips back, matching his thrusts as I began to cum again. He grunted and groaned out as he buried his cock in my ass, and I felt him cum too.

Panting heavily, I lay on the desk as he collapsed on top of me. He took a moment to recover, kissing my neck, then slipped out of my ass and went back to get the handcuff keys. He came back, uncuffed me and carried me upstairs for a bath and some pampering.

He did keep his promise – I wasn’t able to sit down properly today. I wrote this down on my laptop in bed.

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