Often I have been hit up by Masters who are looking for a Slave. That, I am not. For all my proclivities, I tend to have a stubborn and independent streak. Once I tell them I tend to be a sexual submissive and not a slave, they're gone. I totally get it.
They want what they want, so do I. More importantly, I can convey that so there isn't any misunderstanding.
I don't say this lightly, but many guys claiming to be Doms are usually just nice decent guys who have blips of domination in them. Not a bad thing, and almost a given that they're not hardliners. But now and again you expect that and are surprised when you find one who is Dom-DOM.
So I stumbled upon such a guy visiting town who claimed to be a bisexual pig. Both of those terms caught my attention. Mostly the 'pig' part, but I'm down with someone who goes both ways. His hashtags also included #pits #dom #kinky #leather #ws.
Check. Check. Check. Check. Check.
He was on the younger side. Not young, but neither am I. He's just young in my eyes. Usually about as young as I go. He was 6'3" around 170. Slim. His cock about 6.5". Hairy scraggly beard. But it worked for him.
It would turn out he had some very intense eyes.
I messaged him he was 'fucking hot' and that kicked things off. The next day I was at his Airbnb. He had just finished a run and wanted his feet rubbed. I asked 'just rubbed?" and we went from there.
He had me sniff his socked feet. I did. He has me lick his socks on the sole and toes. I did that too. Slowly - very slowly, I was told - I took off each sock, but paying attention to each foot, one at a time. I licked the soles, the tops, the toes. I sucked them all too. While it was wicked hot out and he had run four miles, the feet weren't rank at all. Sweaty, sure.
From there I worked my way up. He had on brief, and I did the same to those as I did to the socks. Than to his penis.
Honestly, I was expecting more foreplay before he'd let me have his cock, but it was his show.
I thought I was doing a great job on his dick. He didn't think so. He thought it was good. But wanted me on it - way down on it - longer.
This was oddly tough. I've had my septum fixed for easier breathing, but it was still hard. I've mentioned here before I do so much better with bigger cocks than smaller ones. Still, I couldn't say that to him, could I?
His tone the entire time was very demanding. He showed Dom through and through. Nothing about him read 'bi'.
While I was down on him I felt pressure on my back that I had not for decades. The dude was squeezing some blackhead from my back! As a kid I had horrible cystic acne on my back, so I knew the feeling all too well. To me this was was kinkier than sucking his toes.
Mind you, my back is NOTHING like it was. I rarely have any acne anymore. Blackheads were never my issue, so no doubt I have some that are unseeable and unreachable to me. It was.............weird. Right?
I then went down to his balls and then to his asshole. He sat on the sofa and pulled his legs all the way back giving me exposure to that hole. I went to town on it like a starving man. He was beautiful and tasty. It wasn't as sweaty as he'd like to think, but even if it were, that wasn't about to stop me.
My head was buried, so I heard him talking but didn't hear-hear him, ya know? But I caught onto 'cash slave'. I nodded because I didn't really hear him at first and then he was all in that he'd charge me $50 for each time I came - whether I was by myself or if another guy told me to get off.
Stereotypes save so much time, so I say this tongue in cheek: I'm a big enough of a jew that I'm not parting with cash for sex with anyone. Let alone get charged by the cumshot. But he thought I was agreeing to this an I let him. I mean, he was from out of town, what was he gonna do to verify or collect.
I get there are subs out there are into that thing - and maybe I'd exploit that too if I thought I could get away with it. But it's just reason number 1,018 why I'd never be a 'slave'.
Anyways.......................
Before I knew it my face was buried in his pits. Those were a little ripe but nothing horrible and I spent a lot of time in each of them.
The guy got up and went to another room where he brought back a used jockstrap. It was ok, but not nearly as dirty as the one I have - like ten years unwashed. But he put it over my nose and eventually stuffed the entire thing into my mouth - like ALL of it. It tasted good, but not very rank.
He asked my darkest fantasy. My darkest sexual fantasy, but I think you knew that. I don't know why, but I told him. If I'm being honest here, it is forced sex by a police officer at gun point.
This guy goes, "so you want to be raped?". "Does it have to be my a police guy?". I said it was just the fantasy. I didn't say 'rape' either, but I suppose it was implied.
He kind of ran with it. To a much darker place. About raping me and killing me at the point of orgasm. And he kept at it for a little while I worked on his pits and then dick.
"I should rape you right now!". He stared at me with those unblinking intense eyes. And I thought it was a distinct possibility he would. "Is that what you want??". I said I didn't. I said I'd like to get fucked, but not raped. My back was up, but not fully. There was still some kind of trust - or stupidity - on my part.
He sat back down on the sofa and told me to cum. Cum on him. I asked where? I was given the choice of his dick or asshole. I chose the latter. Either way. I knew I'd be licking it clean from wherever I shot.
He pulled his legs back and talked me to cumming. I had not shot in week, so it was a huge load. It pooled in his divot of a hole and down his crack. He tried to cup blow to catch any. I suppose he was a nice guest and didn't want the extra cleaning fees to his airbnb host.
Of course, I was ordered to eat it all. And I did. Every drop. Taint. Balls, Hole. Fingers and even the sofa.
Still he threatened or teased rape.
He asked if I "deserved his load". While somewhat behind honest, I said 'no'. Deep down, being the pig I am, I never think I 'deserve' it. I also thought it was the correct answer he wanted to hear.
It was not.
Then you're not getting my load if you don't want it. I told him in no uncertain terms that I wanted it, but I'd never be so presumptuous to think I deserve it from such a superior man. He smirked, but then put his cock away.
"You're not getting it. And you owe me $50 for cumming".
He didn't hold me to the payment, nor even gave me a way to get him any money. He showed me to the door and locked it behind me.
Before I got home, I got this.....
I am, indeed.
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