This story is pure fantasy - well, not so pure fantasy, just a little fantasy and a little truth. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
I was playing on one of the chat site like I always do, looking for cock, wishing I could get what I wanted. Sure, there were plenty of guys who wanted to get sucked or guys who wanted to suck but I wanted a master, someone dominant, someone who would force me beyond my limits. And rarely, did I find that. This town is just full of bottoms and queens and few masters. I chatted a while with a few guys who wanted to come over and suck me but I really wasn't into that today - or most days. I needed to be used.
I was chatting with one guy and telling him my fantasies about being tied up and forced to do stuff and he stopped responding - that's what happens - they just go away if they're not into it. Then he responded back asking for more personal information - age, stats, stuff like that.
"Are you into being dominant?" I asked him. "Just answer my questions boy," he replied. This was a change. Some guys say they're dominant or could play that role but they want me to keep asking the questions.
"I'm 39, sir, 5'11", 220 pounds. I have shaved head, clean shaven face and a hairy body. My dick's about 5 1/2 but it's really thick." "Why are you online in the middle of the day?" he asked. "I work at home," I replied and I'm bored today. "You mean, I work at home SIR." "Yes SIR, I work at home, SIR." "You'll learn boy."
I started to get a little turned on by his attitude. "Yes SIR," I replied hoping for more. "What do you do for a living boy," he demanded. "I prefer not to say, SIR." "You must not be serious, boy. You told me you want to be dominated, you'll answer my questions and do everything I demand or you will pay. Answer the fucking question - what do you do for a living boy?" "I'm a real estate agent, SIR." "A realtor? Good. Then you have a nice professional photo on your business card. Send me your picture, boy." I was always hesitant about sending my picture first but I didn't think he's take ,"in reply to yours SIR" as an answer. So I sent my picture. "I know who you are - I've seen your ads. I'll be in touch." "SIR?" No response. And that quickly he was gone. I was disappointed and excited all at the same time. I had no idea if he'd contact me again or how and I went offline and went back to work.
About three days later I got a call on one of my listings, a vacant house that I had had for sale for weeks. It wasn't getting a lot of activity and I was getting frustrated so this interest got me all excited. The man on the phone said that his wife really liked the look of the house from the outside and the neighborhood was so quiet. What she liked the most was that there were no really close neighbors and her son played drums so he wouldn't bother anyone because no one was close enough to hear. Would I be available to show the house to them this afternoon? "Sure," I said, excited that I night actually sell this thing. "Will you have enough time to write a contract if we like the house," he asked. "If we make it at 5, it will be my last appointment of the day so I can give you all the time you need." "Perfect," he said. "We'll meet you there at 5."
I showed up at 5 and a nice Mercedes was parked in the driveway. When I pulled up a tall, sexy man got out of the driver's seat and came over to my car. He was gorgeous - 6'3", dark eyes, dark hair, and a sexy smile. "My wife's running late, she's on her way though," he said in a deep sexy voice that matched his looks. "What a lucky wife she is," I thought to myself.. I introduced myself and went to open the front door. "I'm gonna grab my camera and be right in," he said and went back to his car.
I unlocked the front door and started to turn on some of the lights in the house and open the blinds. I heard him come in the front door while I was in one of the back bedrooms and I turned to go meet him. He was already coming down the hall way to meet me and I stopped when I saw him. He had a roll of clothesline and some duct tape in one hand and in the other was a gun.
"How stupid to show a vacant house, late in the day to a single man who you don't know. Turn around and put your hands on the wall." I was petrified. I had heard stories about realtors being raped and accosted in vacant homes but those were female realtors. Not big guys like me. I was thinking about how I was going to fight this bigger guy when I felt wet on my back and I heard him laugh. "It's just a water gun, but it worked to scare you boy. I've locked the front door and you're mine for a while." I felt him come up against my back, pull a blindfold over my eyes and feel me up briefly. "What the..." I mumbled but I realized that this was my master from my online chat session. I relaxed for just a second then I realized that I was alone with him in a vacant house. This was my fantasy but it wasn't safe to play here. What if someone else comes in? "No one is coming to see the house tonight. It's too late, plus the owners are out of state. We've got time. Relax," he said as if reading my mind.
He had me blindfolded and then he told me to strip. "I want you naked, now" he commanded. I began to strip and drop my clothes right where we were in the hallway. Once I was completely naked, he guided me into one of the bedrooms - I wasn't quite sure where I was in the house. He then took my hands and tied them behind my back, securing them at the wrist and elbows. I squirmed a bit when he finished and realized that he had be secured pretty well. I wasn't getting out of this anytime soon. He hadn't said anything since we moved into the bedroom and I was a little nervous. Then he shoved something in my mouth and taped it in place with the duct tape. I was hard, horny, excited - this guy was hot but I realized that I was alone with someone I didn't know in a vacant house, away from other people and no one know I was here. My fear and anxiety level began to rise and got worse when he said that he was going to pull our cars into the garage so the neighbors don't get curious. And then I was alone.
I could barely breathe and I was now scared to death. What the hell had I gotten myself into. I was on the edge of total panic and total excitement. Who knew what to expect. Was this guy safe? Insane? I had to get out. This was what I wanted but not this way, I was too sacred. I struggled against the ropes but to no avail. I was trapped.
I heard him come back in the house and come back in the bedroom. I tried to tell him to until me but being gagged and taped it must not have been clear to him what I was saying because he just laughed. I could hear him moving around the room and it sounded like he had brought more stuff from his car with him. He began to guide me down flat on the floor and started attaching something to my legs. I realized after a few minutes he had a spreader bar and my feet were secured pretty wide from one and another. I could not close my legs. He rolled me over and he grabbed my balls roughly. He fondled them for a few minutes and my dick started to harden again. I was in total heaven - blindfolded, trussed up, naked and there was nothing I could do or say. I was completely at this stranger's mercy. It was exciting and intoxicating and the fear of the unknown make my dick swell even harder. He wasn't saying anything, just manipulating my balls. Then I felt him attach something around my balls, separating them from body. He was wrapping something around them over and over tightening them in my sac. I began to squirm from the pain as he kept tightening my balls so they felt like they would burst out of the bottom of my nut sack. I'm sure I was moaning by this time and he stopped. It got very quiet and then I felt it... searing pain shooting from my balls into my body. It traveled through my legs, my stomach, my chest till it escaped as a throaty moan into my gag. He punched my balls. And he did it again. I was writhing on the floor in pain, sweat beginning to pour from every pore in my body. I wanted so badly to pull my legs together and get away from his onslaught but I couldn't' move. He must be standing on the spreader. With my arms tied behind my back, I was bucking like a bronco as he giggle and continued to punch at my balls. I was excruciating pain and he stopped. I was breathing heavily and sweating and in pain in total fear of what was coming next. If this is how he started, I was in for a rough time.
This is not what I had bargained for and I wanted out - sort of. As I caught my breath I noticed that my cock was still rock hard. He did too because he spoke for the first time in a while. "Well done boy. You took that well. And your cock likes it - look how hard it is," he said as he grabbed and pulled and teased my cockhead. He pulled off the tape from my mouth and took out the gag. Your underwear worked well as a gag. And we needed it for that. But now I want to hear you say, Thank you SIR. Please may I have more."
"Thank you SIR," I heard my self say and I continued to catch my breath. "Please may I have more." As soon as the last word was out of my mouth he smacked my balls again. I screamed and tried to roll away but I wasn't getting very far.
"That's so hot," he said. "I love boys who can take some pain. And some cock." As I was gasping for air I felt him reposition himself over my face. I could feel his cock at my mouth and I opened for a taste. Funny how no matter what the situation, someone puts a cock near my mouth and I just want to suck. He must have been sitting with his knees behind my head facing my body because I could feel him lean forward and shove his cock down my throat. He wasn't gentle, he just filled my with his nice sized cock. I tried to move my head so I could breathe through my nose as he filled my airway. I began to realize how fucked I was. I had no control and he was choking me with his cock, cutting off my airway and I began to struggle to breathe. He just continued to force himself down my throat as I fought to free myself. I could feel his mouth on my cockhead but it wasn't pleasurable. I couldn't breathe. I was getting light headed and needed air. As if on cue, he lifted out of my mouth and I sucked in a giant breathe into my lungs. Almost as if on cue he plunged down my throat again. I don't know how long I could take this. He controlled my breathing in and out with his cock for a while. I lost track of time and stayed focused on trying to breathe, and not expend too much energy. He lightly spanked my balls as he pistoned in and out of my throat. I was in pain and agony and exquisite sexual torture. This WAS what I wanted. He stopped gagging and pistoning my throat and let me just suck on his cock for a while. After a few minutes he declared that he was going to cum and he filled my mouth and throat with a sweet load. I gobbled it down wanting more. He stood up, dribbled a few more drops of cum on my face in the process. All I could hear was my breathing.
"Very good fag boy. Look at you, hard as a rock, sweaty and glistening, cum on your face. You must need release. But not yet. But I do have a quick treat for you. After I cum, I always need to pee. You look like a boy who likes to drink piss. Want it boy? And there is only one correct answer."
I had never swallowed piss before. I had played with a guy once who peed on me but not in my mouth. I wanted to answer No - no piss, not in my mouth. Not on the carpet. Shit, we can't do that here. "And you'll have to drink it all so you don't get any on your client's carpet." Then I heard my self say "Yes SIR."