I was using a new gay chat app many years ago and came upon an interesting profile. I was intrigued by the “Dom” in his name. He was slightly older, tall, very masculine, and mentioned in his profile the words “jockstrap” and “leather” — a combo that makes me go weak in the knees. I sent the normal “Hello” via chat and didn’t expect a response; however, he responded within a minute. I was still married at the time, so our chat was more geared towards him explaining the whole Dom/sub culture to me. It was so hot discussing and we continued to chat every day. I fantasized a lot and jerked off thinking about what it would be like meeting him. He would tell me to wear a jockstrap and edge myself, not cumming unless he gave me permission. I had to send him a picture of me wearing my jockstrap any time he asked. This chatting went on for a few years, to the point we actually became online friends, shared a lot about our personal lives, and exchanged numerous pictures. His online chats spoke about really rough sex, him being in total control, me needing to submit and serve him. The thought of meeting him in person was both exciting and scary. His partner wasn’t sexual at all, and totally wasn’t into the Dom/sub scene. He was as frustrated sexually as I was at the time, but neither wanted to be a cheater.
Fast forward a few years, my marriage ended. During one of our chats, I threw out that I wished he allowed me to meet him in person one day. Too my surprise, he told me that he was available right then, that I needed to make a decision once and for all. He said he knew I needed to explore my sub tendencies and that today was the day. He told me to shower, wear my Bike jockstrap, and to come to his house – now! He said I was to walk into his front door, strip down to just my jockstrap, and then kneel down in his foyer. He gave me a warning, that both turned me on and made me nervous. He said, “If you cross the threshold of my front door, you understand that I will claim you as mine, no objections, no backing out, you will submit”.
I drove over to his house, wild thoughts running through my mind. It was a really big house in a pretty expensive neighborhood. I parked down the street and after getting enough courage, I started walking towards his house. I was so fucking nervous. I kept running our previous chats over in my head, knowing his desires and demands. Wondering if I really was into this Dom/sub thing. I got to his front door, and stood there for a second with my hand on the doorknob – it was now or never. I opened the door and stepped in. At first, it was quiet and I wasn’t sure anyone was home. I closed the door and stood there for a second. Then, I could hear someone upstairs moving around. I took off my shoes, then my socks, then removed my sweatshirt, then my tee shirt. I was so fucking nervous, I was actually shaking a bit, I could hear and feel my own heart beating in my chest. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. Standing there in this man’s foyer with nothing but my white BIKE jockstrap. I then did as instructed. I got on my knees and I waited.
After what seemed like forever, the sounds & movement upstairs increased, and then I saw movement across the top of the stairs. It was him. He was dressed in a pair of leather boots, jeans, and a leather vest with no shirt. He came down the stairs and stood in front of me. I knew not to speak. He didn’t speak to me. He rubbed the top of my head, and told me to stand up. I did. He then grabbed my head and forced it into his hairy armpit. Without being told, I began to lick his pit. He must have liked it, because he pulled me off after a minute and moved my mouth to his other pit to lick it. He then told me to stand straight, legs spread apart a little. He basically did an inspection of my body. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t overly rough either. I guess I passed inspection because I was invited, to follow him into his family room.
I was still super nervous, and sweating a little. He sat down on his couch and instructed me to lie across his knees. I did as I was told. He massaged my ass cheeks, pulling my jockstrap straps and snapping them against my ass. Then, I felt the sting of his hand across my ass cheek. I mean, it was a hard slap, and enough to cause me to utter a bit of a yelp. I was told that I needed to be spanked, because he desired my cheeks to be cherry red, and that I needed to get used to it. He then, spanked me again, then again, full hand open across my ass cheeks. I kept my groans internal, which I think only further excited him. My cheeks were getting hot and stinging from his hand. It was so weird to have this sensation, yet feel excited at the same time. He reached below my ass to feel my bulge in my jockstrap. He said he was pleased that he felt my cock was semi-erect.
He would grab my package roughly after a few spankings, squeezing my nuts, feeling my cock through the fabric. I didn’t say anything, I just provided affirmation to his questions. I learned to remember to say “Sir” after speaking. He spread my ass cheeks to expose my hole. He pushed his finger against my hole and asked how many times I had been fucked before. I told him only once before, when I was 19. He seemed pleased, and said that he looked forward to fucking me, owning my ass. He told me to get on my knees and as I did, he stood up and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his pants down to expose a pair of gray UnderArmour sports briefs. He had a beautiful bulge. He moved closer to me and grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch. He basically ground his bulge into my face, providing verbal comments to how pleased he was that I was there.
He could see I was still really nervous. I had had a few encounters with guys before, usually in video booths or a car, never to this extent. I was sweating more, which made him happy. He told me to put my hands around the waistband of his underwear, which I did. He then said, “This is your last chance, understand, if you pull down my underwear, you will be freeing my cock. Once freed, you will service it as I demand. You cannot go backwards, only forward. You must decide.”
My decision…well, my ass was still stinging a bit, but I was also aware that my cock was stiff and I had a feeling at my hole that I can only describe as an aching. I looked up, seeing him looking down at me, his now growing erection pushing against the Lycra/spandex fabric of his underwear. I put the waistband between my fingers and I pulled them down, to free his cock. He looked to be a good 7 inches, with a beautiful cockhead. His nuts were large, with nicely trimmed hair. He said, “Good, I knew you needed to know your place. Now you are going to be taught to be a cocksucker. You like that? You want to be a good cocksucker for me? You are not allowed to put another guy’s cock in your mouth. I own your mouth now. It is mine, to use whenever I wish.”
He then took his thumbs an open my lips and jaw, and told me to stick out my tongue. I did as I was told. He placed his cock onto my tongue. He slowly moved it back and forth with his hips, still holding his hands to my face. I could tell his cock was becoming more engorged and before I knew it, he slide his erect cock down into my throat. Of course, I gagged on it like the amateur that I was. He liked to hear me struggle to take him all the way down, which only made him go deeper and deeper, sometimes holding my head firmly against him, my nose pressed against his pubic hair. I cannot really say I was a good cocksucker, as he basically used my mouth and throat, holding my head the entire time, exploring it with his hard cock. I loved the feeling his cockhead against my throat, it excited me to be receiving his cock. He used my mouth and tongue, allowing me to gasp for air between deep, long thrusts down my throat.
He then sat down on the couch, spread his legs, and instructed me to lick his balls, then take his nut sack in my mouth and hold them there as he stroked his cock. I did as I was told. He stroked for a while, telling me that he had wanted me in this position for years. Telling me he knew from our conversations, that eventually, I would need to serve him. Then, he lifted my head, forced my mouth onto his swollen cock, forcing it all the way down. I gagged as he exploded his cum into my throat, his cock pulsating with each explosion of cum from his balls. His hot cum filled my mouth with such force, some went into my nose. As his spasms subsided, so did his grip on my head, and I was able to pull my cum filled mouth away. He told me to hold his cum in my mouth, not to swallow it until given permission. He stuck his thumb in my mouth, swirling it in his juices, then pulled it out, coating my lips with it. I was a sweaty mess at this point, my mouth full of cum, kneeling before this man. He then said I could decide whether to swallow or spit out his cum. It was my decision, but both had certain consequences.
I swallowed. Not really knowing what it meant. He told me he was pleased, that my swallowing meant I trusted him, that I knew my place, and that he would push me beyond my limits the next time we met. I started to get up, which wasn’t the right thing to do. I was pushed back to the floor and told that I needed permission to move. My punishment (although it didn’t seem like it) was to basically lick his balls and cock clean. He stood up, and I did as I was told, he even lifted his cock and balls up, having me lick behind his ballsack. He said “get used to it, I was his cocksucker now. Next time my tongue would be used as much as my mouth, but not as much as my hole.” He said we would meet again at his house later in the week, I had better clear my morning work schedule, and that I should expect to be there for several hours. I agreed and did as I was told.