You said you wanted to be used
Story Themes: mind control, manipulation, domination, public humiliation, money exploitation
Chapter 2.
It was a week already since last time I played with my businessman. After our steamy session we sat on the couch and chatted for a bit over a glass of soda about what happened. No point in being nasty and unfriendly, even with people that were clearly inferior. I've always been very confident about myself, and never felt the need to inflate my self esteem by putting down other people, as long as they know where they belong.
So back to him. I discovered he was 42 and had been working for the same company for the last 20 years, raising his way to the top. Now he was managing some teams, that basically meant ordering people around all day. That's why he was looking fot the other way around in sex: a moment to catch his breath and not be responsible of what was going to happen. He was exactly looking for a way to release some steam, and let somebody else be in charge of him, for a change. Totally understandable. I could've totally worked with that.
Stuart his name, but for some reason I immediately started calling him Stu. It was more appropriate for him, I guess. We exchanged contacts, mobile numbers and social media profiles. What can I say? I'm a cool guy this way. Then he went back to his boring office life and I went back to mine. I just wanted to have him simmer his experience, and I've always preferred to be chased more than the other way around. The feeling of power you have when others need you more than the other way around is just unparalleled. And I knew he wanted more, especially after a little push from me.
I may have mentioned I'm a sporty guy, with a little fetish for sportswear. Sneakers, especially. I have dozens of them, the flashier the better. So from time to time I posted pics of me in sexy sporty outfits online. My self esteem got off of likes and comments and, you now what they say: you bait the hook and dangle the worm, and eventually a fish is bound to bite.
So I just got theese new white and gold high top sneakers. They looked amazing and made my hairy calves and thighs look amazing, especially with the very tight white shorts I decided to take a picture with.
After a couple of minutes I posted the picture my page was on fire. I had a lot of followers who were there only for that type of content, it was almost like throwing a bleeding cut of meat to sharks. Frenzy, I say, they were hungry for me.
And in a matter of minutes there was Stu, texting in private his appreciation:
-Wow. You look amazing!-
I know, I wanted to text back. But decided to play a bit instead:
-Thank you baby, so how do you like my new sneakers?-
-They are perfect for you. Totally your style.-
-My style? What do you mean?-
-Your sexy fucker style. The white and gold is spot on on your tanned skin, they really compliment your legs and your attitude. I could never get away with those bright colors, but they suit your body so well.-
I loved where this was going. Classic case of penis envy. We always look in other people for the confidence that we convince ourselves we lack, because it's easier to sunbathe in other people shine rather than have the gut to try and shine ourselves. Some people are just followers, I reckon. And that's where they belong. It's easier for me to get them where I want them, step by step.
-I'm curious now.- I texted back -About your idea of what's my style. Why don't you show me?-
-How?-
-You got your phone in your hands. Why don't you search online for some other sneakers that you think they'd suit me?-
There was a couple of minutes of silence on his side, then he typed:
-Ok. Wait.- it took a bit longer than that now, but then a link popped up on my profile. I clicked on it and there they were, these beautyful Adidas hi top sneakers, mostly white but with sides and stripes bright red and blue. They were actually amazing, and definitely me. And while I was still admiring them he typed:
-Hope you like them.-
Oh I did, for sure. They had to be mine, and I knew how.
-So you see me in those?-
-Definitely!-
-And you'd want to see me in those.-
-I'd love to!-
-Maybe from down below them...-
-That would be a dream.-
-You can make it happen, you know?-
-How?-
-Well... I just looked online. There is a store nearby that has them. Why don't we go there together and you'll get them for me?- he didn't reply for a couple of minutes, still evaluating the proposition. So I went for the kill -You can help me try them on, you know?-
-What do you mean?-
-Picture it. You in the middle of the sneakers' shop. On your knees in front of me. Removing my own sneakers and putting the new ones on for me to try.-
He was obviously picturing it, and so was I. My growing boner was not lying. But since he was taking too long to reply I pushed a bit more.
-Or we can just go there and see them together, then you decide what you want to do next. Would you like that?-
-I think I might.-
-So let's do it.-
We arranged to meet in front of the shopping center later that afternoon after he got out from the office. Like the first time we met I was in sportswear: a t-shirt, some tight sports shorts and the white and golden sneakers he appreciated so much online. And he was in his suit again.
"Hello," I greeted him "shall we?" and without waiting for him to reply I headed to the sports store. He followed me head down, like a puppy.
"So," I said "did you manage to think about the last time we met?"
"Yes... I have. A lot, frankly."
"Did you? I bet it got you off every time."
"It did... I must say."
"Well your cock can't lie too. It's already showing its appreciation now."
He looked down at his crotch. He was getting a little boner, not much to be noticed by random people, but he must've worn very thin undies, because a wet spot was starting showing over his bulge. He turned red immediately and covered his pants with his hands.
"Don't mind hiding it, people don't usually stare at your crotch. And I think it's cute, I'll take it as a compliment."
He smiled, reassured, and put his hands on his sides. By then we had already reached the store. And there they were, in the shop window.
"There they are, the sneakers you chose for me. Aren't they something?"
They really were glorious. The lights of the shopping center were making their red and blue streaks standing out in all their shininess. He was astonished.
"They look really good."
"Picture them on me." I could see that he had started already doing so by the very moment he landed his eyes on them, since he was speechless but the spot on his bulge was growing wider and wider "Actually, why don't we do better? You can see them on me for real. Follow me."
I went into the store, him behind me. I found pretty quickly the aisle they were keeping them. There was only one pair on display, so I grabbed them.
"What do you think. How would they look on me?"
He looked at them, then at my feet, than me.
"They would suit you perfectly."
"How about we find out?"
I handed him the sneakers and he nodded, knowing already what to do. Looking sideways he started to kneel in front of me. Only when his face reached crotch level I added:
"Oh, wait, this isn't the correct size." and before he could realize what was happening I called for a clerk. He approached us pretty quickly.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"These sneakers are too small, they are a 7 and I'd need an 8. Do you have them?"
"Yes sir, I'll get them for you."
As soon as he went to the storage, Stu tried to get up, but I stopped him with a firm push on his head.
"Why are you trying to get up? I thought you liked that position."
"Yes, but I... with him here I don't want him to think..."
"What, that you are here helping out a friend? He helps people trying on shoes all day long, what's the difference if somebody else is doing it instead of him? Beside..." and I gently pushed Stu's face on my crotch, deep enough for him to feel my boner "...seeing you there is having an effect on me too."
Stu groaned, horny. I patted his hand a couple of times, only to release it as the clerk was coming back with a box.
"Here they are, sir." he pulled out our pair of white, blue and red Adidas, size 8, and handed me one of them "If you'd want to sit down on a chair I'll help you out trying them on."
"Oh, there is no need for any of that," I got the sneaker from his hands and lowered it to Stu "we've got this covered." and without waiting for him to grab it, I raised my right foot and placed it over his kneeling thighs.
He gave me a desperate look from down below.
"Unlace me."
He stood there puzzled, his face red. I pushed my foot gently over his thigh, up to his bulge. That's where he snapped out of it and decided to comply, despite his obvious embarassment. Nervously, he proceeded to unlace my sneaker, under mine and the clerk's gaze, whose initial perplexed look was slowly turning into an amused one. Stu removed my own sneaker and put it by his side, then looked up and grabbed the shiny Adidas. That's when he noticed both mine and the clerk's gaze over him, and he turned ever redder, if that was possibile.
But he didn't say anything, he just got my white sock covered foot and placed inside the shoe.
"Good boy." I said "Lace it now."
Metodically, Stu inserted the laces into the missing holes of the sneaker and tighted them. When he released it, I moved my foot up and down his leg, then pressed it over his crotch.
"It got in so smoothly." I turned to the clerk, ignoring Stu "What do you think?"
By that time the clerk must've figured out that something was going on, but he was young and cheecky, and he decided to play along.
"Indeed, it belongs at your feet. But you must make sure of the size, why don't you try some steps?"
"That's a great idea actually." I raised my foot and lowered it on Stu's crotch, then again and pressed on it more. He groaned. When I moved my foot away the wet spot on his bulge was unnoticeable. "Am I doing it right?"
"That's exactly it, sir. Does it serves you right?"
"So far so good, I think I'm gonna keep it."
"As you should, sir. I'd take one as well myself."
"How about you?" I said finally acknowledging Stu's presence at my feet "What do you think. Should we get them?"
He was as red as one can get. He mumbled something in confusion, so I pushed the sneaker below his bulge, raising his crotch with my big toe.
"Couldn't hear that. Were you saying that they look very good on me?
"Yes..."
"That you chose them for me because they make me look hot?"
"Yes..."
"That you want me to have them?"
"Yes."
"So be a good sport and get them for me."
"Yes..." he lowered his head, trapped by his own horniness "Yes, sir."
"I'll pack them right away." said the clerk. I placed my foot over Stu's jacket and pushed him back a bit "Let's help this boy out, shall we?"
Stu already knew what he had to do. He unlaced the sneaker and handed it to the clerk, who went straight to the checkout, followed by me. Stu got up and sheepishly joined us. Without uttering a word, he extracted his credit card from the wallet and paied. When he gave me the bag with the sneakers, the clerk smiled at me and then at Stu, and said.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you. Hope to see you soon again."
On the way to my car, Stu was following after me silently. When we finally reached it, I opened the door and sat inside, then I said:
"So, how that made you feel?"
"Used, sir."
"And?"
"Humiliated."
I approached him and grabbed his bulge.
"And?"
"And... and horny as hell, sir."
"I can still feel that. I am horny too." I released his and grabbed my bulge "Having you compliant on your knees was a huge turn on. Actually, why don't you get there again? I need some release."
Stu looked around him, panicking.
"Here?"
The car park was almost empty, and I purposedly parked my car at the very last dark corner. Beside, the side of the car we were staying in was in front of a wall and away from random people's eyes.
"Yes, here. Nobody can see us, and I want to try both of the sneakers on."
Stu didn't protest anymore. He just kneeled over a puddle of water and got the sneakers out of the box. Then, metodically, he removed both of the old ones from my feet and put on the new ones. When I finished lacing them he raised his head, and he couldn't help but gasp. There I was sitting, with my hard cock outside the shorts, slowly jacking off all over him.
"Get your mouth here."
"But, what if somebody..."
I didn't let him finish the sentence. I just grabbed his face by the hair and pushed his lips over my cock. It was a fast and furious facefuck. The whole scene at the store had made me fucking horny, and I had to spurt a nut. He grabbed my sides with both of his hands, so focused on giving me pleasure that he totally ignored his own dick. I didn't even warn him when I got close to cumming. I just produced a loud scream and started busting inside his throat. He almost chocked, and when I released his face some drops of cum spilled on his chin, tie and suit. It was a lovely sight.
"So, I guess we're done here."
"But... I didn't..."
"You didn't cum? You will plently when you'll be back home and think again of what happened. You should be grateful, I gave you a lifelong horny memory to jack off with, don't you think?"
"Yes... Yes, sir."
"So what do you say when somebody gives you such a pleasant gift?"
"Thank you, sir."
"Good puppy. You'll be hearing from me soon."
And I turned on my car and drove away, leaving him still on his knees and covered in my cum.
---TO BE CONTINUED----
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