I’m on a “date” *with a guy*. Me, the kind of shy, almost wall-flower type guy who, although he knows he shouldn’t (heck, I’m married and all), has agreed to go on a “date” with a guy who obviously wants to “dominate” over me sexually… it’s the kind of scenario in which this other man knows somehow that deep down in this somewhat quiet, nervous guy (me) is the need to be fucked, and fucked well, and if he plays his cards right, he can play off of this married-guy’s need/desire to feel like he’s being dominated and receiving sexual attention/pleasure.
This arranged meet-up and “date” is such that there we are having a drink, and yet underneath the table-cloth covered corner we are sitting at, the dominate man starts to make a move; he grabs my crotch to feel the goods hiding there, and I, I’m just turning beet red, but also not telling him not to do that either. He knows that as long as he is patient, and gentle (at least until I can “take it”), he’ll be fucking my tight married ass before the night is over…
We don’t waste too much time, I’ve basically given my consent, and we’re back at his place. He asks me, politely, but a little firmly, to stand in the center of the bedroom where he has led me. He knows I’m not into kissing, but he comes over to me and starts to grope me a little… cups my ass in his hand while putting his other arm around front to my pants-covered crotch, rubbing and patting. I’m motionless, speechless too. I’m letting him start to make me his, and he’s enjoying feeling my nervousness, but also wanting to make me want to be taken.
Now he’s had me slip off my shoes, he’s un-done my pants and slipped them off. I’m standing there, half-erect in some nice underwear (not women’s panties by any means; men’s, “sexy” men’s underwear. Certainly not a pair that some 100% straight guy would wear). He kneels down and continues to grope my ass, as well as my crotch, and rubs his face across the front of my underwear, getting even more of a rise from my cock. My pants are off, and he slowly and teasingly removes my underwear. Now his warm hands have direct access to all of my ass and cock, and he inspects and feels them, kisses, smells and licks a bit. Me, still standing there, still beet red, letting this man do with me as he wishes. To accent these roles, he stands up, says; “spread your legs for me,” and standing behind me, using his foot gently, he taps one of my feet to indicate my legs should be akimbo… with a renewed salacious manner, he uses both of his hands to grab and feel my ass cheeks and grope them.
“Mmmm,” he says and my cock practically jumps as he continues; “this nice little tight ass of yours is going to be a pleasure to own with my cock. Lean over.” Keeping my legs spread, I lean forward placing my hands on the bed. “Yeah,” he says with a certain quality of ownership; “your hot ass is going be learn what it means to be fucked. Fucked well.” Still I am beet-red, and more than a little nervous. I hear him undoing his own belt and I worry that he’s just going to take me then and there as is; I nervously interject with a slight sound of starting a protest; “Umm, I haven’t, I’d like…” He stops my feeble attempt at a dialog by saying; “Don’t worry. I’m not doing anything back here… yet. You’ll get yours when both of us are good and ready, and I’ll ease you into it, but not until you’ve relaxed, cleaned out, and I’ve had the chance to admire your ass.” With that, I feel a hard cock poke up against my ass cheek. I can’t see it as I am staring down at the bedspread, but from the feel of it, it must be huge. Larger than mine? How am I going to handle that, I wonder? What have I gotten myself into? The nervous butterflies inside of me flutter all the more and my knees feel weak as I realize or admit to myself that I really, really DO want to feel that hard cock inside of me, and despite my nerves, I am also loving NOT being the one in control… Similar to a light spank, I feel a slap against my ass-cheek as he lets his hard cock fall upon it. He continues to grope too, reaching up underneath my ass to tug on my balls, and then slide his hand back running the top of his hand along my ass crack. He runs the top of his cock along that same line, dragging his cock backwards under and up so that my ass crack feels a hint of his girth.
“Turn around,” he says; “sit on the bed.” I comply and I see his huge hard cock for the first time aside from the pictures we had exchanged leading up to this “date”. It IS huge. At least an inch or two longer than my healthy 7″ and a girth I could hardly believe. His cock is close to my face as he says; “wanted you to get a good look at what’s going to be impaling you all afternoon. I know you’re not into sucking, but I want you to touch it now, feel what’s going to be dominating you ass.” This guy knew what I wanted and needed… to feel like I’m really becoming just his plaything. He is and was in control sexually. Although this is/was what I wanted, I also feel that nervousness. He was in charge, and with the exception of not going over limits we’ve discussed and that I can ask him to stop too), he was going to do whatever he wanted with and to me. I reached out and wrapped one hand, and then the other on his cock which was still right there in front of my face. It was rock solid, huge, felt so much larger than mine. I cupped his balls and tugged a little on his responsive cock. “Yeah; you like it don’t you?” he asked. “Uhn,” was about all I could mutter, as I was simultaneously wondering how that was going to fit into me and what it was going to feel like. Plus the fact that I’m really not very verbal in sexual situations. “You’ve got a nice cock too,” he said as he reached down and grabbed mine. I’m looking forward to watching and feeling your cock when I’m buried deep inside of you. Speaking of which; we’ve got all day, but why don’t you go get yourself cleaned out for me? Take as much time as you want; get as squeaky clean as you can, but don’t worry too much either; I can send you back to clean some more if anything gets messy. Come out when you’re clean and comfortable, and do me a favor and put those cute panties on again before coming back,” he emphasized the word ‘panties’ in a way that wasn’t necessarily meant to denote some kind of sub-gender role (sure I’m not a ultra-masculine sports-loving kind of guy, but I’m also a million miles away from being “fem”), no, he emphasized the word ‘panties’ to again kind of put me in my place, but also give me the knowledge that I, my ass, and my sexuality were such that he was attracted to me in a carnal way that he was looking forward to acting on.
In the privacy of the bathroom I unpacked what I had brought to “clean out”, and did a very thorough job of it, even took lots of time. Naturally I was more than half erect the whole time, knowing that I was “preparing” myself to be fucked. Finishing, I made sure I was washed off well, toweled myself off and put my “panties” back on. Before heading back into the bedroom, I took a look at myself in at the mirror, looking at different angles wanting to appear “desirable”, and also needing to try to fold my ever-stiffening cock into the underwear. When was to emerge from the bathroom I was going to further be transformed from the typical dominate sexual being that I typically am in my male/female married life, to being the opposite; the receiving end of the sexual desire and attention of someone dominating over me sexually and “using” me for his pleasure. Shyly, I re-entered the bedroom, nude, except for my “panties”.
In the bedroom, on the side dresser a clean towel had been placed out and there were a great many dildos, lubes, condoms and sex toys all at the ready, clean (and some already condom-covered against additional bacteria), and ready to go. Sitting on the edge of the bed, enjoying one of the mixed drinks we had been having earlier was the man that was my “date”, nude and with his huge, erect, penis as a focal point. He is/was more typically “masculine” looking than me. Sure, I’m the friendly married-guy-former-band-geek-next-door-neighbor-type. Him, if you didn’t know he was gay you’d just basically assume he’s your basic pussy-loving, watch-the-game-on-Sunday, kind of masculine guy… except some of the big differences here from preconceived notions anyone might have is that he is gay, that the pussy he loves is a “man’s” pussy, that above all he loves taking guys like me through the paces of being fucked like never before, and also in a way that from a mental-standpoint (the body’s most erotic organ; the brain. He loves to fuck that that organ on guys too, Plus, the other thing that made him different from an “average” guy is that his penis was huge. My eyes must have become as large as saucer-plates at the site I encountered as he came out of the bedroom, but he was simply calm as could be sitting there, sipping his cocktail, and stroking himself a bit.
He seemed to lick his lips when he saw me come out of the bathroom, and said in a gentle voice; “Come ‘ere, sweetie.” Again; the mixing of word choices confusing and titillating my brain; him putting me in the position of being the sub to his dom. I walked up to him as he sat there. He took a small gulp of his drink and he said; “here; finish my drink if you’d like, and relax. I’m going to take good care of you, baby, and if there’s anything you don’t like, just say so, and I’ll stop, and we’ll talk about it.” Just like in bondage play, I was thinking to myself, and he must of read my mind, because he said; “let’s have a ‘safe word’, how about ‘office’. If you say, ‘office’, I’ll stop what I am doing. If, however, you say; ‘no’, or ‘don’t do that,’ I won’t listen, I’ll just know that you’re getting into it, or enjoying it, or play acting, or whatever you feel like doing. Understand?” “Yes,” I answered meekly. “What’s the safe word then?” “Office,” I dutifully responded. “Good,” he said… now, unless you use the safe word, you are all mine.” There it was again; a vocal tinge of, well, not evil, but obscene or lewd desire and ownership on his part. A shudder went up my spine. It was a shudder of desire for the sexual exploration I was getting into.
“Come closer to me,” he said as he pulled me towards him. I was still standing, sipping the cocktail he had given me, and with his legs open, seated like that, my ‘pantie’ covered crotch was now in his face. He reached both hands around grabbing each of my ass cheeks in a hand, and groped them as he burred his face against my ever-hardening crotch. He made muffled sounds of approval as he rubbed his face all along the front of my crotch. I stood allowing all this to happen, still feeling the beet-red of my face relax a bit into a kind of state of wanton desire for everything that has, was and would be happening to me. Noticing I had finished the drink, he took the glass from me and set it aside, then he dipped his fingertips into the waistband of my underwear and revealed just the head of my cock allowing it peak out of the top, he placed his hands back on my buttocks again, and began to gently lick, nibble and tease my cock-head. He was obviously enjoying himself; really drinking in the sensations of doing things to me and my cock. It wasn’t long before he had the entirety of my cock out of the top of the underwear and using just his mouth he continued to suck, envelop, suck and with his mouth stoke my now rock-hard cock. Also, by having a firm-grip on my ass, he was able to make me fuck his mouth at the speed and depth that he desired. Meanwhile, I was feeling shivers from all this up my body, my eyes rolling a bit, and my knees going weak. He continued with a relaxed pace of sucking me and giving my cock an oral massage of sorts that I hadn’t felt in a very long time… He’s stop only briefly on occasion to say things like; “mmm beautiful, tasty cock.” Eventually, he took a hand away from my still-clad buttock and moistened his finger, reaching back around, he slipped his hand deftly into my pantie, and like a radar-guided missile, managed to stick just the first joint of his index finger right up into me in one swift move. My cock must have jumped slightly as he did this, because I noticed his head buck at the same moment, as his lips were around my cock. Instinctively, although the panties were restricting full movement, my legs spread apart a little. He looked up at me with a grin as he sucked; he knew that I wanted and needed everything he had plans to do with me. The sucking continued in an edging fashion for quite a while, and his index finger made very small, not very deep, explorations of my ass at pivotal moments. Finally, and kind of suddenly, he picked up the pace of the sucking back and forth and I was sure I was about to explode in his mouth. As if to mean it as a huge tease, he removed his head from my crotch entirely, let go of my buttock with the hand not probing my ass, and gently grabbed/pulled my balls just slightly with it.
I wanted to cum; damn did I want to cum, and yet it was somewhat obvious that he was toying with me. HE didn’t want me to cum. There was no pain from his tugging my balls, but I knew that a slight tinge of pain at that moment is actually just what I wanted and needed. In a voice I almost didn’t recognize as my own, I said almost breathlessly; “slap my balls.” He arched an eyebrow at me and asked; “what?” “Slap my balls… uh, please. Not too hard, just, uh, enough to get my attention.” A look of excitement washed over him and he certainly didn’t have to ask what a second time, he quickly, and aptly, slapped my balls with his free hand using his fingers as the “paddle” part of this slap a quick, flat, flip-like slap upwards and a little back with his fingers. At that same moment he shoved his finger all the way to it’s hilt inside of me. My cock jerked, and although I had been feeling really close to cumming, my cock just jerked once from the finger and the instantaneous flood of warm-tingling pain from the ball slap washed over me making me realize that his slapped me harder than what I had envisioned. The pain was, *painful*, but also, well, delicious. I kind of let myself fall forward against/onto him moaning (in slight pain), and he allowed my body to lay down partially on him, and he guided me onto the bedspread, miraculously keeping his finger in my ass at the same time. I kind of cough-sobbed once, and a tear ran out of one of my eyes as my face became very flush and the pain started to subside. “Oooh;” he said in an admonishing as well as excited voice; “baby likes to be reminded who’s in charge, doesn’t he?” Having regained my air, I responded meekly; “no…?” Lying across him partially as I was, he was able to give my ass a quick hand-paddle; mainly a playful one, with little to no sting, and as he did so, he quickly pulled out and forced back in his finger into my ass. “Yes! I mean, yes…” I said, “I…I… I mean that I like a little pain, sometimes. Helps remind me who’s in charge and helps take me out of the moment and put me back into it a different way; like a surprise.” “Oh, I know what you mean,” he responded impishly. You need not say any more, unless you need to say the safe word. We’re going to have some fun, and don’t worry cutie, you’re going to discover what it means to have someone in charge; pleasure, endurance and yes, a little attention grabbing pain too.”
With this he removed his finger from my ass, and massaged my buttocks; he seemed to really love touching, feeling and admiring the pillows of my ass which would act as padding eventually to the thrusting of his taking me. Taking me hard, and deep and often.
His strong arms then positioned me onto the bed, almost as if he was moving me a little like a rag-doll, so that I was still face down on the bed, but now centered on it, and he spread my legs akimbo, just past the point of them being comfortable. I started to pull them closer to one-another, but he slapped my ass as I tried, and said; “keep your legs apart! I want you to have them like open-arms welcoming any and all things that I bring to your ass… your cute, little, tight ass…” As he was saying that last bit, I could hear him getting something from the near-by dresser, as well as the sound of some lube being pumped. In a moment he was kneeling on the bed between my legs, his legs keeping one of my two legs akimbo, and arm like a pole onto the bed making it so that my other leg also couldn’t move, and with his one loose hand, I felt his lubed thumb slide right up into my ass. Naturally I jerked a little, but that just made my legs, already at a slightly uncomfortable position even less comfortable, so I relaxed and concentrated on feeling his thumb in me. He moved it around a bit. It was big enough so that I felt as he was exploring for a G-spot to press. He touched on it once or twice. My hard cock was pulsating with the movements of his thumb, my ass wanting to grab the digit and pull it in deeper, but my cock was trapped between my stomach and the bedspread. Seeing that I attentively obedient enough to not move my legs, he took his other arm off the bed and placed the heel of his palm comfortably into the crux of my back, just above my buttocks. He pressed down making a comfortable, yet, heavy weight upon me. He was pinning my midsection to the bed, and with his lubed thumb, he began to slowly pull it out of my ass, and then push back in… Slowly at first, millimeters of distance, yet increasing. Eventually he was removing his thumb entirely, and then parting my tight ass with it to thrust it back in. He started to pick up speed a bit as well as the forcefulness, but as it was well lubed, and not terribly big, it merely felt good. It was the weight of being pinned that made the larger impact; my cock was trapped, but if I tightened my ass, I could feel my cock responding under the weight, so I started to flex and relax with the thrusts of his thumb. He must’ve been enjoying the visuals of his invading my ass with his thumb, ’cause we spent awhile doing this, and seemed pleased to see that I was training my muscles to pull his thumb as he thrust. It was as if my subconscious, and my tight ass, were becoming trained to want/need what he was doing. Before too long, he grabbed a long, but tapered butt plug and began this same game that he’d been playing with his thumb and my ass. This went on for quite awhile, how long I cannot say… 10 minutes? 20? He seemed to have a goal in mind, although at the time I didn’t know what it was, and so I eventually could do nothing but lie there and feel what he was doing… and think about it… and feel it… my mind started going in circles; there was the physical sensations of what he was doing to me, but also the loop included the fact that I was not in control, and that I had started to really become a plaything for him; a sexual object for him to do with as he saw fit. This just heightened the feeling of what he was doing all the more, and this pleasure-feeling-erotic-though-subservient thought pattern started to meld together.
After about the 10-20 minutes I mentioned, I think he could sense that this was happening to me; I was becoming all the more “his”. HIS to fuck. His to torture with forbidden pleasure. He finally spoke but only to say; “damn, I love that fucking tight little ass of yours. We’re going to open you up over the next several hours and see what that ass can do for me. With that, I heard him grabbing different toys, more pumping of lube, and this time a dildo of some actual size started to invade me slowly. It was bigger than the butt-plug, but not as big as his, or my, cock, but there was a substantial difference, and my ass tried to tighten up and reject it its presence; perhaps from a natural fear of sorts. “C’mon; sweetie, loosen up that tight little ass for me,” he said. I moaned slightly. “Here,” he said, and I could feel him placing a clean couple fingers up next to my mouth from the hand that had been on my back. “Open up,” he said, to which I moved my head off the mattress enough so that I could welcome half his fingers into my mouth. “I know you’re not into giving oral, but I want you to suck on those couple fingers for me.” “hmm-k,” I said, and I started, with a little more vigor then I would have imagined to suck and touch with my tongue his fingers. “You concentrate on those while I work back here, sweetie,” he said, and I focused all my attention on his fingers as he shoved them further into my mouth.
Sprawled out on the bed like that, face down, legs far apart and with his fingers in my mouth I felt like a trapped, hooked fish; hooked in two ends. My mouth almost eagerly trying to swallow and/or please the fingers in it, and my ass “hooked” by the larger dildo that he was easing, slightly-painfully, into my ass. “Loosen up, boy,” he commanded, taking the dildo off the opening of my ass which was separating too slowly for his tastes. He then slapped me once across the buttocks with his hand. *Smack!* “Can’t play with the big-boys until you can take it from the small ones!” He took his fingers out of my mouth, re-positioned the lubed dildo in perfect alignment against my tight closed ass, and began spanking me quick and fast with one hand as he put firm, consistent pressure onto the dildo. I was shocked and aroused at the same time, and I guess I managed to loosen myself up due to this because like it or not, the dildo slipped in, to the hilt, offering a new sensation of pleasure/pain that hadn’t yet been explored that day. I made a slight yelp sound like a dog when it happened, and found his fingers at mouth immediately as if being offered a treat. My ass muscles were spasming slightly and I could feel the moisture of precum that I had leaked out of me at some point or another during the prior half-hour against my skin. As if naturally, my mouth eagerly took his fingers back in, and my ass tried to adjust to the new invader. “There now sweetie… now we’re getting closer to playing with the big boys. You do want to be a fun little fuck toy, don’t you?” My mind reeled again in that erotic-physiological way that was, in some kind of deliciously shameful way, making me as turned on as the physical attention and pleasure had been exciting me. He was spelling it out. Reminding me that I was there merely his, and thus also my, sexual pleasure. I was becoming more and more accepting of the role, but also realizing with an erotic thrill that as I was not in control, it didn’t matter whether I wanted to be in the position I found myself or not.
He started to slide the new, larger dildo in and out of me. Slowly; methodically. After a good long while of this (again it felt as if I was loosing track of time), he removed his fingers from my mouth, which I had been somewhat, despite my nature, eagerly trying to “please”, and he grabbed what looked like a thick, short, penis-shaped dildo or butt-plug from the dresser. He then said; “again, sweetie, I know you said you don’t like to give oral, but I think that you’re ready to graduate to this nice cock-gag. now open wide as I stick this in your mouth.” I did as I was told, but was unprepared for the girth and how it felt in my mouth. Perhaps this is why I had never liked giving oral; it just seems uncomfortable, at least to me. When he saw me struggling, he admonished me slightly; “a good fuck toy can take it. Relax your mouth, don’t bite, and let me put this in there. You can move your tongue around the head as best as you can as I’m fucking your cute little hole down here with these toys.” I accepted it as best I could and let my lips fold over the tapered part of the cock-gag. I could always spit it out if I wanted, but I was going to try to leave it in as he had commanded. Also, I quickly found that the dynamic of breathing through my nose gave me an added odd, slightly light-headed feeling occasionally as he played with my ass.
At this point he also changed things up a bit, by allowing me, finally, to bring my shaky legs back in towards each other, and he grabbed what must have been some kind of purposefully designed sex pillow, because although he kept me in the same position, the wedge-like pillow had my ass up in the air, legs still spread, but now my ass was up so high; my knees were bent on the bed. He got behind me and really started to work me/fuck me with the dildo. He kept changing tempo, the distance he was going in, etc. All the while I was grabbing the bedspread with my hands; while also sucking and tonguing the “cock” which he had placed in my mouth. He would re-lube on occasion and go about it all with renewed vigor. Every once in a while, he’d use a free hand to massage, spread, and occasionally slap my ass, as well as say things like; “sweet nice ass, you have, fuck-toy.” I’d moan and just lie there experiencing the feeling of being fucked. Since he was spending so much time, and occasionally changing dildos, it was like being fucked over and over, emulating perhaps, being fucked by lots of different men.
Once more he graduated me to another dildo, a size up from before, when went in much more easily. There was a lot of time spent being fucked by that new dildo, until he was ready to move onto to something else. My pleasure, and eroticism had remained at a high all of this time. How long had we been doing this? It did not matter; an hour? Two? He was in control and I just submitted.
He asked me to flip over, keep my ass up, and slightly off the pillow I had been on. He then said, OK; now we’re going to start seeing what you are made of. He grabbed a condom-covered long, semi-rigid looking dildo which had a black tube and air-pressure bulb coming off the end. The bottom of it was well-tapered, as if it would stay in, deeply in, when inserted. With my eyes widening, he showed me what it would be able to do once inside of me. He pumped the bulb with his hand, and this dildo began to inflate like a balloon; larger and larger. My cock, which was finally freed of being trapped under me, got almost instantly hard, as if this torturous looking device he was showing me was going to somehow please my cock. Schadenfreude between my cock and my ass? Who knows; my eyes were huge again and my breathing, through my nose, slightly panicked. He deflated it, and lubed it well. He slid it into my ass easily, and as he did so, he was also giving my cock a few nice tugs. It went in easily due to the lube and the fact that the rigid part was smaller than what he’d just been fucking me with, but then he immediately pumped the bulb a few times and I felt it swell to at least the size of the last dildo he had used on me, if not larger. It was filling me in a way I could hardly describe, as af it was filling every crevice of me. My ass’ natural reaction was to try to send it out, but there was no possibility. Due to the huge size that it must have been inflated to inside of me, plus the fact that the tapered end was going to make it stay in me, my muscles of my anus, and inside of my ass twitched as if trying to go to battle with this huge invader. However, no matter how my various muscles moved, the sensations that were produced were of new tortuously pleasurable ways. It was more of the kind of pain that feels good. “How do you like that fuck-toy,” asked my dominate dispenser of pleasure and/or pleasurable pain. A muffled grown is about all I could provide, and he pumped the bulb once more. I cannot fully describe the pleasure/pain and intense feeling it gave me and my ass… but he wasn’t content with just that. He said; “come on, time to change things up a bit. Get up. Leave your cock-gag in and stand up over here next to the bed, next to me.” Standing with this ballooned object in my ass gave a whole series of different and intense sensations in my ass, but I did as he asked. He sat on the edge of the bed, and as we had been before, my cock and crotch was in his face. This time, however, I had a “cock” (gag) in my mouth, and I also had something of unknown proportions in my ass. He held onto the inflator bulb with its black tube going up between my legs to my ass. Again he pumped the bulb, and I squirmed slightly. He rested the head of my cock onto his lips and used the release valve to slowly let air out of the inflatable dildo. I thought this would bring relief, but it kind of shifted the sensations instead, almost as intensely as when he had inflated it. Now he brought the entire head of my cock into his mouth and started to blow me as he had previously, as when he had me rolling my eyes to the back of my head much earlier on. He inflated the bulb a pump and I squirmed. Now we began toying with me as he sucked me; he’d inflate, and release, inflate and release all the while literately keeping me on my toes (I kept shifting my weight to try for better feeling, or different/more or less intense sensations from the dildo in me).
Just as his excerpt sucking had made me reach a point of being edged again, he found that he could edge me almost entirely just by using the dildo. With every inflation, I thought I thought I’d start to ejaculate, and that is when he really turned the tables on me. Quickly and unexpectedly; *SLAP*!
He slapped my balls in the same manner he had earlier when I had asked him to. It was possibly, but not likely, just a little harder than that first time a couple hours prior. I jumped, he deflated the dildo almost at the exact same moment. tears of pleasure/pain involuntarily came out of my eyes and I breathed more quickly through my nostrils. Almost as quickly as he had deflated the dildo, he was pumping it up again; pump, pump, pump, pulp and then *SLAP*! Fuck! I thought I was going to die from the pleasure/pain. I danced slightly from both sensations of the dildo and the pain, but there was NO time to think; he had already deflated it again and; pump, pump, pulp and then *SLAP*. ‘Fuck, shit,fuck,shit!’ I was thinking, and yet I was obviously super aroused, albeit in pain. …but this monster, the fantastic man who had been working me over for a couple hours in the most intense of ways wasn’t going to stop: deflate, and pump, pump, pulp and then *SLAP*! Deflate, and pump, pump, pulp and then *SLAP*! Deflate, and pump, pump, pulp and then *SLAP*! It was rapid and unyielding, so much so that I lost track of how many times this happened. More than five times, less than ten; I don’t know, I do know that I was muffled by my cock-gag but doing something in-between a yell and and a sob, tears were sliding across my red hot face, I must have looked a sight. In so many ways he had made me his; there I was a red-faced lil’ “bitch” for his pleasure as he tortured me in a sexually satisfying way (to both him, and me). I was pretty much entirely under his control.
When he had seen that I had obviously had enough, as much (if not already more) than I could take without having spit out the gag and called the safe word, he stood up and embraced me, cuddling me in towards him and running his hands across my back, my neck, my hair and placing my head on his shoulder to cry upon saying; “there, there, little fuck-toy. Such a big boy! Such a good, big boy! You liked that, didn’t you, fuck-toy?” Through muffled tears I made a muffled sound in the affirmative. “Good,” he said, with a bit of a devilish sound to it,” because I want you to prepare yourself; we’re about to do it again.” Although muffled, I heard my self saying out loud, but soft and increasing in resolve; “no, no, no, no, no, please, no, no, no!”
“Oh, does the little boy not want to play anymore? Don’t want to be a fuck-toy anymore? Can’t play with the big boys? Don’t you want to see what it’s like when I split you open again, and again, with my cock, little boy?” I whimpered. I’m not sure if it is because I knew it would turn him on, or that it would make him go more easily on me, or if it was merely a natural reaction, but I whimpered, and then, in my muffled way, I said; “Yes… Yes. I want to play.”
“Good boy,” he said, “here, we’ll make it a little easier for you. He stood aside me and told me to grab onto his cock with my hand. During of this time that he and I had been together, every-time I saw his cock for the last few hours this guy had a huge hard-on, and when/as he was 100% in control like this, it only seemed to be more erect. He was totally getting off by this power-play.
I did as instructed and took hold of his cock, gripping it like a handlebar. He positioned himself so that he’d be able to inflate, slap, AND have me grab his cock at the same time. “Now, as we do this, you can squeeze my cock as hard as you want. Don’t move your hand around, just squeeze as hard as you’d like. Spread your legs apart a little more.” I did as I was told and as he started to inflate the dildo again, instead of one slap he started slapping my balls gently, increasing to hard, and fast as he inflated. slap..slap…slaP..slAP..sLAP..SLAP.SLAP.SLAP.SLPASLAPSLPASLAP*SLAP!*
Again, tears started from my eyes, but although this was excruciating, it seemed easier than before. As the pressure in my ass, and the slapping got harder, I squeezed his cock as best I could, but oddly, I couldn’t bring myself to really clamp down; almost like I didn’t want to hurt him, even though, in a sexually exquisite way, he was torturing me. The fact that he could hurt me, but I couldn’t bring myself to “hurt” him, further proved that HE was the MAN in CONTROL.
He’s already deflated it again and it had started over; slap..slap…slaP..slAP..sLAP..SLAP.SLAP.SLAP.SLPASLAPSLPASLAP*SLAP!* AND again: slap..slap…slaP..slAP..sLAP..SLAP.SLAP.SLAP.SLPASLAPSLPASLAP*SLAP!*
and as if for emphasis; one last time:
**slap..slap…slaP..slAP..sLAP..SLAP.SLAP.SLAP.SLPASLAPSLPASLAP*SLAP!* **
That final slap was the hardest yet and I doubled over onto the bed. My ass was up as I was trying to catch my breath. He deflated the dildo and it came out quick and easily. Before I really knew what he was doing, he had slipped another butt plug into me. Medium in size, and it was vibrating.
He turned me over on the bed, and I was wiping years from my eyes. He then was very gently fondling my nut-sack and plopped my half-erect penis into his mouth. How was he able to do this? Keep getting me to the edge of cumming, and also the edge between pleasure and pain, and yet have me continue to make me want to come back for more… not that I had a choice; I was very clearly his fuck toy for the day and he was going to take full advantage of this fact.
He got me hard, and that, combined with the butt-plug twitching against every already hyper-focused nerve ending in my ass, I was completely, erotically, pumped up again. I wanted; no needed, more. He knew this, it must have been obvious for him. Again, like a rag doll, we moved me up under the wedge pillow so that I was back-down and if he was on his knees on the bed, by ass was in perfect line with his cock. He hopped off the bed and I could see that he was suiting up his monstrous cock.
“Spit that cock out of your mouth, fuck toy,” he said to me. I obeyed and he got back on the bed and removed the vibrating butt-plug from my ass. Now you’re going to learn what it actually means to be fucked. He positioned himself perfectly, lubed his condom-covered monster cock, and I felt him start to insert into me gently. At first it felt easy; he’d already “fucked” me so much with dildos that this would be a breeze, I thought. I was right to a certain extent, but his girth was the biggest thing that had entered my ass’s opening as of late, and he knew it. He made me feel every last inch go into me, slowly and surly. I feel like I was being split open, and although everything so far had been amazing, the warmth of his cock inside of me, and that I was under him “giving” myself to him made me realize again that I was finally and totally being fucked. He owned me at that moment; me, my ass. Any part of me that had been sexually free-thinking had been reduced to not “accepting” his cock into me as much as allowing myself to let go and BE fucked. By him. By the “man” of us two at that moment. His cock in my ass made me the demasculinized sexual pile of fuck meat I had become right then and there. He would continue to take as he pleased. …and beyond that, not only did I WANT to feel that way, I NEEDED it. NEEDED to be fucked. Fucked by him hard, and well, deep and good…
(the day of being owned and fucked continued from there)
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