This story is based on the truth, although all characters have been changed.
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I'd been trawling through the adult chatrooms for a while, looking for someone interesting to chat with. I was not having much success - most of the guys in there were tossers - usually literally. I guess I should tell you a bit more about myself. My name is Dave and I'm 29 years old. I'm gay, and have a nice boyfriend. We've been together for ages, and get on really well, but sometimes I just wish he would be a bit more dominant with me. That's why I was in the chatrooms, looking for a sexy dom guy to talk to for a while. Secretly, I've always had a bit of a submissive streak, and wish that someone was prepared to take advantage of it.
...29, m, UK - looking for sexy dom guy for chat or more...
I wasn't getting much response though - not until a message from 'Matt_in_London' popped up on my screen.
...Sounds like you need to chat with someone who knows what you want, and is going to make sure that you get it, whether you like it or not...
Had I known then what I knew now, would I have replied to him? I'm not sure - but the message made me curious, and I just had to chat some more. We got chatting - I won't bore you with the details - but eventually he asked me:
...are you a good obedient boy?... ...yes... I replied ...yes SIR... he typed ...sorry sir, yes I am an obedient boy sir... ...then answer each of my following questions truthfully...
I wondered what he was going to ask me - but guessed it wouldn't be too bad.
...what is your real name?...
So here was my first decision. Was I going to play a role with Matt, or was I going to be honest? Well obedience was requested, so obedience and honesty he would get.
...dave... ...hello dave... he typed ...and where do you live?...
(an easy one) ...leeds... ...and where are you now - home or work?... ...at home... ...then give me your phone number...
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't give him my phone number - what if my boyfriend found out. He would surely kill me!
...sorry sir, I have a bf, I cannot risk giving you my number... ...this is the deal boy - you WILL give me your mobile number - I will only call if we are online together and you have said it is safe to call - if you do not give me your number, our conversation ends here. I need to see that you are obedient, and you need to learn to trust me... ...you promise?... I asked ...you have my word - although you should not question it...
I thought to myself. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why did he want my number anyway? Could I trust him? I didn't know the first thing about it. The risk was scary - but it was exciting too. In a strange way, I wanted to put myself under Matt's control, and see where it lead. As I said, if I'd known then what I know now...
I gave him my number
...thank you dave. you have 1 minute to prepare yourself and then I shall call you. if you have given me the wrong number you will never hear from me again...
One minute. Yet it felt like an hour. I watched the second hand spin round on my watch. My heart was pounding away. What would he say to me? What would he sound like?
My mobile rang - 'number withheld' - he was being careful - I had given up control over my phone to him, but I would not know anything about him.
'Hello' I said nervously 'Hello is that Dave?' 'Yes' 'Good then let us begin - Describe to me what you are wearing'
I told him that I was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
'and under the jeans?' 'White cotton boxer shorts' 'Good' he said 'Remove everything'. 'Yes sir'
I put my mobile into remote mode, so that I could talk hands free and hear him over the speaker. Then I took my shirt off - my hands were trembling. Then I unbelted and unbuttoned my jeans, hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down. All the time I was explaining to sir what I was doing. Then I took down my white cotton boxer shorts, and stood there, naked in the middle of the room.
'How do you feel Dave?' 'Exposed....nervous....stupid....excited' 'Good - look at yourself in a mirror Dave - tell me what you see'.
I described myself for him. I am 5'9, slim build (about 11 stone (150 pounds))and have blond borwn hair and green eyes.
'and the rest...tell me about your cock'
Well - my cock was hard - in fact harder than hard. I am uncut, although at that moment I was so hard that my foreskin was rolled right back and stretched tight - exposing my glistening purple cock-head. My cock is about 6.5 inches long, fairly thick. It has a hairy base dark with thick pubic hair, and I have small, very hairy balls. It was standing up straight in front of my slim stomach - pointing to the ceiling.
'Sounds nice - do not touch it.' my master ordered. 'Now, pick up that belt. I want to hear you give yourself 10 lashes with it.'
I picked it up, and hit myself across my thigh.
'Where did that first lash land?' he questioned 'On my thigh sir' 'Dave - land the next one on your chest' 'Yes sir'
The belt cracked across my chest and I breathed deeply.
'Harder Dave. I want to hear you cry out by the end'
Three more lashes across my chest, and it was getting rather pink. My chest is smooth, with just a few hairs around the nipples.
'Is the belt hitting your nipples?' 'No sir, just below' 'Then the final five lashes will be delivered straight across both your nipples.'
So there I was, standing in my own room, lashing across my chest with a leather belt, and it was beginning to hurt. My nipples were raised and red, and on the final lash, I cried out, as the pain was beginning to get too much.
'Good boy. Now give yourself two more lashes across the nipples' 'No sir - I cannot - I have pushed myself hard already' I begged. 'No you haven't - it is not possible to give yourself a proper lashing - not how a master would give it to you. I want two more lashes, straight across your nipples, and I want to hear the crack of the belt louder than I have before. Now just DO it, and stop whining' 'Yes sir'
Lash, Lash
I cried out in agony. I had really pushed myself hard.
'Good boy. So how is your cock now?' 'Hard sir - and leaking pre-cum out of the end' was my somewhat surprised answer. 'I want you to start working it - but you must NOT come. Tell me exactly what you are doing.'
I started working the tip of my cock with my fingertips. Smearing the drooling cum all over the head and over my hand. I wanted to work my foreskin over the head - but my cock was simply too hard for it to slide over. So I worked my hand over the tip of my cock. It felt very hot and wet, and my balls were churning. I cupped my balls in my other hand - rolling the hairy sack between my fingers. My heart was pounding with excitement. My nipples were hard and painful.
'Please sir. I really need to cum' 'No. Keep working it though'
I was in agony - right on the edge of cumming. Trying to work my cock and tell him about it. Fireworks going off in my head.
'Please I'm begging.' 'No'
Pre-cum was drooling our of my cock, down to the floor. My cock was bright red - pulsating in my hand, I knew I couldn't hold on for long.
'Please sir - I'm on my knees and begging you' 'Pick up your phone then Dave' 'Yes sir' 'I want you to cum all over your phone'
No sooner had he said it than my cock exploded cum all over my phone, and the floor surrounding it. It was covered in pools of thick white cum. Dripping off the sides of the phone - running all over the keys and screen. More cum than I had produced in years. I had been really horny! It felt fantastic as I finished pumping my cock - the best feeling running through my body.
'Now lick it all up Dave - I want to hear your tongue work that phone clean.
Cos' it's on the phone, I will know if you are cheating - and anyway - if you cheat, you are not cheating me - you are cheating yourself' 'Oh no...' 'Do it Dave - or I hang up and you don't hear from me again'
I bent down and began to lick the phone clean. I hate eating my cum once I've orgasmed- the buzz has kind of disappeared - but I licked up every salty, sour drop - slurping it down. My whole mouth and throat tasted of my own cum and my phone was clean.
'Very good Dave. I'm impressed - many would be slaves would have hung up after cumming - but you have done well. You seem keen. I hope you can still taste your cum for the rest of the day, and that each time you do, you think of me. I have added you online, and next time you are on the computer we will chat some more. What you have done today is just the beginning. Till next time...'
END - This story is the first part of a series and was written by kbarboy If you want to give the author any feedback, ideas, suggestions, or orders, please contact him via kbarboy@hotmail.com.