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It started as a conversation on a gay chat line. The guy said he was dominant and looking for a sub, and he was based in London, (near Kings Cross) so just an easy 20 minute train ride for me.
we exchanged a few messages, he described himself as 62 years old, 5’ 7” and a Little overweight. I’m 6’ 2” and really enjoy the humiliation of being dominated by somebody shorter than me. His messages sounded great, he told me how he likes to make his sub strip, and crawl on all fours. He also said he gives lots of verbal abuse, so that sealed the deal for me and we arranged to meet later that evening.
i showered, put on jeans, a nice shirt and a light jacket (it was May in London) caught the train to Euston, and made the sort walk to Kings Cross. We’d arranged to meet in a bar in the station, and he told me what drink to order and where to stand and wait. After about 10 minutes, a voice behind me said “put thr drink down and leave now, you dirty queer”
my heart skipped a beat, and I did as I was told. Once I was out on the road, he told me to turn around, and I saw him for the first time. As he said, he was a short, overweight guy, but he just looked sleazy, the sort of guy you’d avoid at all costs, yet there I was, being ordered about my him....and loving it
”are you hard yet queer boy?” He asked
yes sir, I replied, as I felt my semi turning into a fully fledged erection
he slapped my face. I didn’t fucking tell you to get horny you little cunt, he snarled. A few passers by glanced at me with a look of disgust.
Follow me, he instructed, and we walked for ten minutes to an old building which had been converted into flats. As we got into the entrance hall, he ordered me to take off my jacket and shirt, and as i did, he produced a marker pen and wrote something on my back (I later found out it said Dirty Queer Cunt) we climbed two sets of stairs and got to his flat. He ordered me to get naked, and I quickly took off the rest of my clothes and handed them to him
he opened his door, walked in and closed it behind him, leaving me naked in the hallway.
He he shouted for me to go outside and he’d let me in once he saw me on the street naked. What choice did I have but to do it. It was about 9:30 and just getting dark. It was a quiet road, so I walked out and looked up to see him leaning out the window. On your knees queer boy, he shouted. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, and I saw a few sets of curtains twitching. He shouted for me to crawl all the way back to his flat which I did, luckily meeting no one on the way.
His is front door was open, and as I crawled in, he put a dog collar on me. Now you’re my slave you queer cunt he said
he was naked by now, and he really was disgusting, horribly overweight a wild set of bushy pubes and a small cock, maybe five inches, fucks sake that’s not going to be much fun I thought...
i was was ordered to go into the toilet. As I expected, it was filthy and stank of piss. Lick the toilet seat he said, so I began to lick it, and all I could taste was stale piss. Clean it up properly queer boy he said, so I spent the next five minutes licking it. When I was finished, he just pissed all over me and the toilet. Now I’ve marked you cunt boy he laughed
the next hour or so, I was subjected to a hard hand spanking, clothes pegs on my nipples, squeezed bollocks, spat on and having to suck his small cock...and I fucking loved it
I thought he was finished when he gave me my clothes and told me to get dressed. But instead he said, we’re going out. It was about 11pm by now and I had no idea where he was taking me. We walked for five minutes or so, and down a quiet alleyway, he pointed out a homeless guy asleep. Wake him up and tell him you want him to fuck you. Oh no, this guy was a mess as you’d imagine. But like the good little sub I am, I did as I was told. Fuck off you poof he said as I did as I was told.
Give him the contents of your wallet my master said, so I offered the homeless guy the £80 in my wallet which he snatched off me. My master told me to get naked and start sucking. It was vile. It stank rancid, but I sucked for all I was worth. He then turned me round and put his smelly cock into me, and (thankful) came quite quickly.
I reached down for my clothes, but my master said no, give them to him and wear his. I looked at his pants which were stained with piss and worse, and slowly put them on, followed by jogging bottoms and a jumper. I took my phone, wallet and, keys and started to walk away. My plan was to order an Uber and get home quickly. But my master had other ideas. He made me walk back to Euston station and watched me as I got in the train back to Watford.
It it was the last train, so was full of people going home after a night out. It was only at this point I realised I still had the dog collar on!
i can’t begin to describe how disgusting I smelt, and a few people told me so. The whole way back, people were staring at me and on or two drunks called me a tramp.
I got got off the train at Watford junction, and into a taxi, but he refused to take me as I smelt so bad. So I had to walk the three miles home.
Ive never enjoyed a shower so much, and I’ve never enjoyed being humiliated so much either...can’t wait for the next time
we exchanged a few messages, he described himself as 62 years old, 5’ 7” and a Little overweight. I’m 6’ 2” and really enjoy the humiliation of being dominated by somebody shorter than me. His messages sounded great, he told me how he likes to make his sub strip, and crawl on all fours. He also said he gives lots of verbal abuse, so that sealed the deal for me and we arranged to meet later that evening.
i showered, put on jeans, a nice shirt and a light jacket (it was May in London) caught the train to Euston, and made the sort walk to Kings Cross. We’d arranged to meet in a bar in the station, and he told me what drink to order and where to stand and wait. After about 10 minutes, a voice behind me said “put thr drink down and leave now, you dirty queer”
my heart skipped a beat, and I did as I was told. Once I was out on the road, he told me to turn around, and I saw him for the first time. As he said, he was a short, overweight guy, but he just looked sleazy, the sort of guy you’d avoid at all costs, yet there I was, being ordered about my him....and loving it
”are you hard yet queer boy?” He asked
yes sir, I replied, as I felt my semi turning into a fully fledged erection
he slapped my face. I didn’t fucking tell you to get horny you little cunt, he snarled. A few passers by glanced at me with a look of disgust.
Follow me, he instructed, and we walked for ten minutes to an old building which had been converted into flats. As we got into the entrance hall, he ordered me to take off my jacket and shirt, and as i did, he produced a marker pen and wrote something on my back (I later found out it said Dirty Queer Cunt) we climbed two sets of stairs and got to his flat. He ordered me to get naked, and I quickly took off the rest of my clothes and handed them to him
he opened his door, walked in and closed it behind him, leaving me naked in the hallway.
He he shouted for me to go outside and he’d let me in once he saw me on the street naked. What choice did I have but to do it. It was about 9:30 and just getting dark. It was a quiet road, so I walked out and looked up to see him leaning out the window. On your knees queer boy, he shouted. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, and I saw a few sets of curtains twitching. He shouted for me to crawl all the way back to his flat which I did, luckily meeting no one on the way.
His is front door was open, and as I crawled in, he put a dog collar on me. Now you’re my slave you queer cunt he said
he was naked by now, and he really was disgusting, horribly overweight a wild set of bushy pubes and a small cock, maybe five inches, fucks sake that’s not going to be much fun I thought...
i was was ordered to go into the toilet. As I expected, it was filthy and stank of piss. Lick the toilet seat he said, so I began to lick it, and all I could taste was stale piss. Clean it up properly queer boy he said, so I spent the next five minutes licking it. When I was finished, he just pissed all over me and the toilet. Now I’ve marked you cunt boy he laughed
the next hour or so, I was subjected to a hard hand spanking, clothes pegs on my nipples, squeezed bollocks, spat on and having to suck his small cock...and I fucking loved it
I thought he was finished when he gave me my clothes and told me to get dressed. But instead he said, we’re going out. It was about 11pm by now and I had no idea where he was taking me. We walked for five minutes or so, and down a quiet alleyway, he pointed out a homeless guy asleep. Wake him up and tell him you want him to fuck you. Oh no, this guy was a mess as you’d imagine. But like the good little sub I am, I did as I was told. Fuck off you poof he said as I did as I was told.
Give him the contents of your wallet my master said, so I offered the homeless guy the £80 in my wallet which he snatched off me. My master told me to get naked and start sucking. It was vile. It stank rancid, but I sucked for all I was worth. He then turned me round and put his smelly cock into me, and (thankful) came quite quickly.
I reached down for my clothes, but my master said no, give them to him and wear his. I looked at his pants which were stained with piss and worse, and slowly put them on, followed by jogging bottoms and a jumper. I took my phone, wallet and, keys and started to walk away. My plan was to order an Uber and get home quickly. But my master had other ideas. He made me walk back to Euston station and watched me as I got in the train back to Watford.
It it was the last train, so was full of people going home after a night out. It was only at this point I realised I still had the dog collar on!
i can’t begin to describe how disgusting I smelt, and a few people told me so. The whole way back, people were staring at me and on or two drunks called me a tramp.
I got got off the train at Watford junction, and into a taxi, but he refused to take me as I smelt so bad. So I had to walk the three miles home.
Ive never enjoyed a shower so much, and I’ve never enjoyed being humiliated so much either...can’t wait for the next time
Clover
- 25.01.2022
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