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This is my third Nifty submission. It is not really a story -- i make no pretensions of being a good story-writer -- but is a copy of a note that i sent to a man at a social-media site. i hope he rewards me with a response, but my reward for sharing it with you will be your feedback: constructive comments on my writing style and content, or any observations you might want to make, regarding my fantasies and passions.
Sir,
Thanks for your kind comment on my video. i can very easily be seduced. For instance, if we met in a social setting, i would stand with my hands behind me, my head slightly down. Your size would instill in me a sense of deference.
You might ask me to go get you a drink. By sending me on an errand that you yourself could have done, you have compromised me, asserting an entitlement and getting me to agree that this is appropriate. i hand you the drink and again put my hands behind me. You wrap your arms around me. i feel a leather cuff on each wrist and hear a click. i am trapped.
You allow the back of your hand to brush against my nipples, and i lean in closer. You lean in, placing your left armpit in my face. i signal my submission and acknowledgement of what i am by inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with your essence.
You give my left nipple a pinch and then move your hand to brush against my beard, your fingers resting on my lips. my mouth opens. You enter with one finger, and i show you my talents. You insert more fingers, thicker, deeper, and then return to one finger, my spit and mucus mixing to give you smooth, slick entry.
You withdraw the finger, lean in, and insert the hand down the back of my pants, rubbing my boy pussy. my breathing slows and deepens. It feels so good. You push in, working my hole. Then you withdraw the finger and bring it back to my mouth. i burn with shame, knowing that i should have cleaned myself inside, and with the sweet humiliation that the taste always brings me. You are entitled to be squeaky-clean, and i acknowledge your right to use me for that purpose.
You begin playing with my nipples. It hurts -- i hope you will stop soon -- but i lean in, whispering "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir." You let up a bit, and then increase the intensity. i know you will stop when you decide to. You are the man, and i am the faggot. i never even tried very hard to be a man. i have taken my place at the bottom of the hierarchy. The pain that you choose to give me is an appropriate punishment. i hope You stop soon.
You finish your drink, get up off your barstool, and walk toward the Men's room while firmly holding my nipple. i follow. As a sub-male, i don't exactly have a right to be in a Men's room, but i am your guest there. You push me to my knees, between two porcelain urinals, and i understand: this is a place for men and their toilets. You take a blindfold out of your pocket and put it over my eyes. Putting your hands behind my head, you pull my face to your crotch. i feel the rough denim, inhaling deeply, hoping to catch more of your essence.
"Unbutton me!" you say. i use my teeth to undo each of the buttons, and then to pull your pants down to your knees. Then the underpants. Your manly essence fills my lungs and excites me.
By now, my mouth is wide open. Your soft cock fills it. You rest it there. i want to use my tongue to clean and stimulate it, but i submissively let it rest. i know what is coming, and i am not mistaken. Your flow is very strong, just as you are strong. i wish i could touch myself, the way i often do when i am excited, using one finger to push my limp hairless boyhood into me in wild, jerky motions, until my little mess of boy-slime oozes out, filling the space where i have pushed the glans inside. In frustration and excitement, i repeatedly squeeze my thighs together, my peenie trapped between them, and make little thrusting motions into the air.
Struggling to keep up with what you are giving me, i swallow every drop. i want your approval, want you to tell me i am a good piss-drinking cock-sucking faggot. "Good boy," you say, and i bask in your approval.
"Pull my underpants up," you say. i pull up the front. You turn around, and while i am pulling up the back, my face presses against your cheeks, my nose against your hole. i inhale deeply. We repeat the process with your pants. You button them and tell me, "Stay there, fagboy!" My mouth is wide open and ready, just like the other urinals.
As i hear you walking away, the door opens and another man walks in. i wonder if this is someone who knows me. Tomorrow, when people look at me, i will wonder what is behind their inscrutable expressions. Will they recognize me, smirk at me? i feel exposed, but i love that feeling, love being blindfolded. The man looks at the porcelain urinals and chooses me. i lean forward, but he puts a hand on my head to stop me. He prefers to look at his strong flow of piss shooting into his urinal, to hear the splashing as it echoes loudly in my mouth. With my mouth open, it is difficult to keep up, and some of his piss spills out onto my shirt and pants. "Stupid faggot!" he exclaims, slapping me with his huge cock. He moves his hose up and down, soaking my face, my shirt, my pants. Then he shoves it into my mouth to finish emptying his bladder.
His flow has stopped, but he does not withdraw from my mouth. He is uncut, and i use my tongue to clean under his skin. He is rapidly plumping, and soon i feel pressure on my throat. i begin to gag. His cock, amply lubricated with my mucus, pistons in and out of his chosen mouth-pussy. i try to relax. He slips past my throat and bottoms out, his thick pubic bush pressing against my face. i continue to squirm and squeeze my thighs together.
The man explodes, filling my mouth, inpregnating me with his seed. Slime oozes out of my soft peepee, filling my underpants. The man pulls out, slaps my face with his soft but massive cock, rubs some of his jizz into my beard, and pulls my shirt up, to finish cleaning himself on a dry part of it.
i hear the door opening again. It will be a long night. i hope you come back. i hope you take me home with you.