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Jock-Slut
My phone vibrated on my desk.
"slut"
It's Sir. I get instantly hard everytime I see his texts. I'm a 32 year old financial analyst for a big 3 accounting firm. I played football in high school, recreational lacrosse in college and still keep in good shape working out in the gym every day. I play volleyball and softball. I have a hairy chest and legs, and typically attract a lot of attention online and in bars. I get my clothes tailored to show off my biceps, chest and bubble butt. I look great in a suit or a speedo. Basically, I'm a catch.
I travel often for work, Sir requires that I tell him my schedule every week. Often I don't get any acknowledgement when I send him my schedule but I know it's required. Today I'm working from home after a 3 day trip to Idaho. I never know when I'll hear from him, some weeks I don't hear from him at all, sometimes for weeks at a time. But, as soon as I do I respond immediately so I don't miss the opportunity to serve him. Sir isn't aware, but I turn my schedule upside down to accomodate his needs whenever and wherever he requires. I've cancelled meetings with my boss when Sir texts me that he wants a cup of coffee or lunch. I get so turned on serving him. Sir is a 25 year old barrista. He is super sexy. He looks like a surfer dude, wavy blonde hair he constantly brushes out of his eyes, a tight, tanned, muscled body and a hot 7" uncut thick veiny cock. I'll do anything for him anytime he commands it.
I met Sir at the coffee shop he works at. He was kinda shy behind the counter, but warmed up after weeks of repeated trips. And we'd have a few words about the weather or the customer in front of me and laugh a bit. I didn't have any anticipation we'd connect outside of Barista/Customer interactions. One day while I was getting coffee, Sir handed me my coffee and said "check your messages on reconn stud" I blushed bright red, and walked away super embarrassed.
When I got to my car I opened reconn, which I hadn't logged into in months. There were a few messages, but the one on top was from SurferDom420:
"Hey slut, I recognized the tattoo on your wrist. Hot body btw. Come back into the shop and go into the bathroom. NOW!"
I opened his profile. His full face, with blonde wavy swooping bangs were on full dsiplay, no mistaking it's him. his profile read "Dom looking for subs to control. 35-45 only. findom required. I'm in control. You're my bitch. Followed by his BDSM test scores: 100% Dominant, 100% sadist, 100% Degrader, 100% primal (hunter)
This is crazy. I'm hard as a rock sitting in my BMW, with precum leaking through my suit pants making a dark spot, sweating profusely, and nauseas.
Do I go in there? could this kid be for real?
My Reconn profile says I'm a submissive bottom looking for a Dom Top to control me. I list my interests as Control, bottoming, spanking, gagging, serving.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car, tried to hide my erection under my suit jacket and walked toward the coffee shop again. I opened the door and looked at the counter and saw Sir smile at me with a mischievous smile. I headed for the bathroom. I'd never been in the bathroom before. It was a single stall mens room with a sink and a urinal. I wasn't sure what to do, or where to go, I looked in the stall, and heard the door open behind me.
"On your knees" the kid commanded.
"what?" I asked. what was happening?
"I don't have much time. you came back in here, so I assume you know why you're here. get on your knees, or leave." the kid commanded again.
I paused for a second, trying to figure out what was going on. which was obviously too long for him, he turned and opened the door to leave.
"Sorry, yeah here." I dropped to my knees. The kid let the door close, and he locked the handle.
"Better. That was the only chance you ever get." the kid sneered. and walked up to me pushing his crotch into my face. "Look up at me slut" he commanded in a direct tone. Not angry, not play acting, just confident dominance.
I looked up into his eyes.
"Lock eyes with me and do not look away until you're told to. understand slut?" the kid demanded.
"yes." I am so nervous but also hard as a rock.
The kid slapped my cheek to draw my attention. Not hard but not soft either. "Sir. You will call me Sir. try again faggot."
I could feel my cock throb and precum leak out of the tip. "Sorry Sir. Yes Sir" I am under his spell immediately.
"Good faggot. Now open your mouth."
I opened my mouth and the kid let a wad of spit drip down into my mouth "Don't swallow yet faggot. Keep your mouth open." the kid commanded.
I am in sub heaven right now. I've never experienced this before. I wrote my reconn profile one night when I was super horny and put a few headless pics and I've checked back a few times when I'm horny. But I've never had an actual dom/sub encounter. It's always just been a fantasy. This kid was exceeding all my expectations. I want to please him. Whatever he requires.
He let another wad of spit drip down into my mouth. "You have to be some kind of perverted fag to let a guy spit into your mouth. Are you perverted faggot?" the kid mocked me.
I wasn't sure if I was allowed to swallow yet, so I answered with his spit in my throat and it sounded more like I was gargling than talking as I replied "Yes Sir"
The kid laughed out loud at me. "You're definitely a submissive little faggot for sure. Stick your tongue out faggot." the kid started opening his pants to reveal his boxers and an impressive bulge which he fished out of the top of his boxers then laid the uncut tip onto my tongue. I could taste his sweet precum.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat. I don't care if you can handle it or not. If you puke, do NOT get it on my clothes. Got that faggot?" the kid instructed.
"Yes Sir" I gargled through his spit still in my throat
I got a glimpse of his cock as he put it on my tongue. It's about 7" uncut with lots of foreskin, and it's thick and veiny. His bush is thick brown pubes that obviously aren't trimmed, ever. I can smell his musk, he obviously didn't shower this morning. My cock is rock hard and I can hear myself moaning as I inhale his scent and prepare to suck this kid off in the coffee shop bathroom.
He slides his cock along my tongue and doesn't stop until his pubes are mashed hard against my nose. The tip of his uncut cock is buried in my throat. With no opportunity to ease into it, I gag and wretch instantly and put my hands on his thighs to push him away. I feel his hands on the back of my head pulling me deeper onto his cock not letting me get away.
"Put your fucking hands down faggot. Do not push me away. And do not fucking puke on me." he kept his cock buried deep in my throat as I wretched around his cock causing tears to stream down my face.
When I finally adjusted to his cock in my throat and stopped gagging, he pulled his cock back leaving just the tip of his cock inside my lips.
"Don't ever push me away faggot. You'll do whatever I demand or you'll never hear from me again." the kid demanded. Then slammed his cock into my throat again causing me to wretch and gag around his cock, his hands still on the back of my head pulling me deep onto his cock. This time he pulled back about half way then slammed in again. He began a rhythm of skull fucking me for about 4 or 5 mins making me gag, then pulling back then slamming in again repeatedly. I have throat slime running down my chin onto my tie, shirt, and floor. The kid continued fucking my throat as tears streamed down my cheeks. My cock has never been harder, and it's leaking precum like a faucet. I'm in fag heaven. This exceeds every fantasy I've ever had.
I can feel his pace pick up and his cock get super hard, then his balls tightened and he slams deep into my throat and let's out a guttural moan and holds my head down tight on his cock, as I feel his cock pulse in my throat. I couldn't taste his cum but I knew he was shooting it into my throat as I gagged around his cock. He held my head down on his cock even after he stopped cumming and I felt like I was gonna pass out, I lifted my hands up to push him off me, which he must have sensed. In a slow, soft commanding tone he said "don't you dare. Put your hands back down faggot." I complied and prayed I wouldn't pass out.
The kid slowly withdrew his cock from my throat. "Tighten your lips around my cock. Clean it off." he instructed as he pulled out slowly.
Once the kid was all the way out, he pulled up his boxers and pants without a word, turned for the door then spoke without looking back heading out the door "Send me you number. I'll be in contact faggot."
"Thank you Sir." I responded from my kneeling position on the floor, with my face, tie, and shirt covered in my own throat slime, tears running down my face, precum leaking through my suit pants and dirt on the knees.
He owns me.
I'm his submissive faggot.
I'll do whatever he commands.