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The glorious smell of the coffee was what hit my senses first, upon awakening. The very warm and wet mouth on my cock was second. My morning piss hardon was being serviced by my newly discovered to be submissive, neighbor Mark. Standing by the bed and bent over with his head bobbing slowly up and down as his tightly wrapped lips provided the perfect light suction on my rigid shaft. As I came fully awake I noticed that he’d left the steaming mug of coffee on the nightstand. Not wanting it to get cold and go to waste, I reached down to his gently bobbing head, to get him to pause.
“Wait for a second, move down between my legs” I told him as I move to a sitting position, arranging the pillows against the headboard.
“You may continue” as I took the first sip of very good coffee.
“Thank you Sir” he replied moving into position, on his hands and knees with his head above my cock, still glistening with his saliva from a few moments before.
I can hardly think of a better wake up call than a great cup of coffee and an eager mouth sucking my cock. He was all mouth and no hands. The pace of his sucking was much more relaxed than the mouth fucking he’d endured last night. There was no gagging, when he sucked the entire length of my cock in until his nose was pressed hard against my trimmed pubes. On each upstroke his tongue worked the underside of my cock, pressing against the vein and licking up to my swollen cockhead. On each upstroke his lips encircling my cock stopped just at the ridge below the head and he used his tongue to collect the precum his tongue work was creating.
Sipping my coffee and enjoying both the pleasurable feeling and highly erotic sight of my cock disappearing into Marks sucking mouth, I began to think about the day ahead. I really couldn’t plan much before I had read the questionnaire I’d sent him. I was really enjoying my morning so far, but I was going to have to empty my bladder sooner than later.
“That’s enough for now slut” I guided him from my cock. “Too much more and you’ll get another hot load, but not as creamy” as I swung my leg over and stood to head to the toilet to get rid of last night’s beer.
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” he chuckled, “I could have washed the sheets, if I didn’t get it all”.
As I pressed my mostly still cock downward as began pissing, thinking about his comment I could guess what his answer was to any water sports play was. Yeah this was turning out to be a very nice weekend.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. You think there’s something in the kitchen for breakfast? I asked finishing my coffee, I handed him the cup. “Another cup just like that please”.
“Yes Sir, I’ve got pancakes fixings and sausage ready to go, for whenever you’re ready.
“Excellent, have you showered?” I inquired “what about stroking your cock?” I added.
“No Sir! I mean yes I showered first thing this morning, but I haven’t touched my cock except to piss and to wash while in the shower.” He was totally into the power exchange. It was like a switch had been flipped yesterday.
“Very good” I praised him. “That was a very good way to wake up”. While I shower go get breakfast going and while we eat, we can go over your questionnaire.
Breakfast was fairly good for a guy who obviously was not used to food preparation. I noticed at least a half dozen discarded pancakes in the trash when I came down from my shower. Not exactly five star cuisine, but more than adequate. The coffee made up for any short comings.
While we ate I scanned the questionnaire he’d completed and returned by text in a pdf file. He had a very limited knowledge of D/s and most of the his answers were checked “unsure” and “unknown”. There were a couple of things he’d checked “definitely yes”, one a real surprise. His hard limits were, no s**t, no blood and no permanent markings, such as brands or tattoos. Overall, with a few exceptions, about what I’d surmised his answers would entail.
After I’d gone over the file I set my phone aside and asked “Have you ever fantasized about being a submissive and sucking cock?”
“I’ve had fantasies of being used sexually and made to serve for as long as I can remember. It was what fueled my adolescent mastubation. It always being submissive to woman though, never a man, until we started edging together. I’ve always thought of myself as straight as a guy could be. Once I got over the initial shock of how turned on I got stroking cocks with another guy, that’s when I began having thoughts about cock and being used by a dominant man.” Pausing briefly as if choosing the right words, he asked “is it ok to speak honestly?”
“Of course it is! That’s why we’re having this conversation. You can say whatever you’re feeling and ask any questions without fear of being judged by me, and hopefully so can I. No judgement from either of us.”
“Alright. The thing is I’m not really attracted to you, I mean any man, not just you. But lately, since that first time.. my God I get so fucking aroused just think your hard cock. Recently all the porn I’ve been watching is cock focused. Mostly guys jacking off, but a lot of gay and bi porn too. But I don’t even care if the guys are considered attractive or not, just if I like their cock. I feel like I partially bisexual. Is that even a thing?” He asked.
“This “bi” thing is just as new to me, but I wouldn’t rush to put any labels on anything. I think it’s certainly possible to be turned on by a particular part of the body. I’ve definitely been aroused by a great set of tits on a woman that I’d otherwise find to be unattractive to me. Just because you aren’t into being tenderly intimate with someone doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy more carnal activities. You have a great mouth for sucking my cock, but I’m not going to be French kissing you” I chuckled.
“Wow, no offense but that’s a relief.” He responded smiling. “I guess I’ll just try not to overthink things so much and just enjoy the experience”
I suggested that we clean up the breakfast remnants as we continued to talk. I was already forming a game plan for the rest of the morning and wanted to set it in motion.
As we cleared the table, I asked “do you have any other questions or concerns. Anything you want to ask me”
“Not right now that I can think of. Except how do you want to use me next.”
“Oh I have several ideals that I think will be most enjoyable for the both of us. A few new barriers to be broken before the weekend is over.” I said, trying to sound slightly cryptic. “I do want to talk about a safe word for you though. Like using the golf ball, but a verbal signal. Any suggestions?” I inquired, knowing that choice of safe word is better when chosen by the user.
“How about STOP or NO!” he replied.
“Well, it should be something a bit less obvious, particularly if we’re playing rough, as you described it yesterday. Many times during BDSM play, words such as stop and no can really mean the opposite.” I explained.
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t think of that. Yesterday, if I’d had the ability to speak, I might have said stop, but it was really the last thing I wanted to happen” he said. “How about “orange”, it’s relatable to the ball and something that I’ll easily remember.”
“That’s a perfect choice, simple and easy to remember should you need to use it. And remember that there’s no shame or fear of disapproval from having to “safe word out” of a scene. Safety first, Ok?” I assured him.
As we finished up the dishes I asked him about the boat he’d mentioned yesterday. He said that we could use either of them, a pontoon boat or flat bottom bass boat. The only rules, like everything else at the lake house, were to leave things as we’d found them. Replacing anything used, refilling gas tanks on the boats, etc. He further explained that there was a marina about a 45 minute boat ride away. There was a good restaurant/bar and general store with gas pumps that we could replenish every thing we’d used.
“That’s great. We’ll take a trip over there later for lunch. Right now I want you to go down to the boat house and make sure the pontoon boat is ready to go. I also want you to look for some rope, clean rope of at least clothesline thickness. Take your phone and I’ll text you when I’m ready for you to come back up to the house. I have a few preparations to attend to for our next session.” I instructed, observing his eyes betray his realization that talk time was over and the action was about to resume.
“Yes Sir... is it alright if I put on a pair of shorts or swim trunks? The open boathouse is in full view of any passing boats.” he asked.
Slightly amused by the thought of making him make the trip naked with his cock pointing the way, I told him that he could, but they were to come off as soon as he’d returned to the house. He went into the ground floor bedroom and was back in a few minutes wearing a pair of baggy board shorts. As he headed for the door, I said “before you go, I have one more question.. have you ever pissed on yourself? In the shower for example?”
His face immediately flushed red, like he’d been slapped soundly and looking down he replied meekly “ yes Sir, I have many times”.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of Mark, any man who was being honest would have the same answer. Now go get the boat ready for later.” I told him.
As he made his way down the slight hill to the boathouse, I began to get ready for what I had in mind. I went up to my room and got my “toy bag”, wistfully thinking of the things I would have brought if I’d even considered the weekend would have taken the turn it had. Oh well, the improvisation would be a fun challenge. The room I occupied appeared to just be a guest room, empty drawers and a closet. Likewise the adjacent bathroom. Moving to one of the other room down the hall I found a room that had a more lived in look. Searching the dresser and bedside table drawers, I found womens, mostly casual clothes and the type of things that you’d find in a teenage girls room. I found a few items that might be of use to me and after making a note as to where I took them on my phone, I added them to my toy bag. I wanted to make sure that everything was as it was when we left. The third room was obviously more masculine, hunting and fishing prints were hung on the walls. A brief search didn’t provide any items of interest, although one item I found in the adjoining bath gave me a whole new idea and I quickly added it to my stash. Moving downstairs I looked out towards the boathouse and could see Mark still moving about. I checked into the room he’d slept in and found a much larger room, apparently the parents of whom ever used the rooms upstairs. My quick search of the room and bath found a few more things of possible use, but nothing of the kinky variety. If they were in possession of any kind of sex aids or toys they didn’t keep them at the lake house. Just as I was about to finish up I discovered a small box on the top shelf of the closet. The box appeared to have been opened previously. It was labeled “Muscle Relaxer” and contained a very small vibrator, less than five inches long. Removing it from the box, I twisted the base and it began to buzz softly, turning the base increased the vibration, and I was surprised by the amount of power that the little toy produced. Turning it off I dropped it in my bag and then turned to consider the bed. It was a king, without bed posts and might be a little big for my plans. As I left to go back up and examine the other beds available I noticed another door off of the great room. Opening the door and reaching for a light switch I discovered a two car garage, void of vehicles. In one corner of the garage was a sort of home gym, complete with a treadmill, weights and what immediately drew my attention, an incline bench.
After finding a few other items I would need and making a few preparations, I texted Mark and told him to return to the house. Stepping out on the deck, I stood watching his approach, observing he was carrying something. As he got closer I stood watching, lewdly stroking my cock slowly, making sure that he saw I was ready for the next session.
As he stepped up onto the deck he had out what he’d been carrying, “I’m sorry Sir, the only rope I could find was being used to secure the boats, but I found these bungee cords”.
“Those will work perfectly, good enough for my purposes” I assured him as he removed his shorts. “Good to see you didn’t need a reminder” I chuckled while noticing his fully erect cock. “Now I want you to go and use the restroom if you need to, it will be a while before you have the opportunity again. Afterwards, find your golf ball and bring it to the garage.
After a few minutes the door opened and he looked around, obviously looking for changes to the room and any clue as to what I had planned. I motioned him over and told him to have a seat on the incline bench that I’d covered in a large beach towel. Moving behind him I pulled a dark silk scarf from the bag and after folding it upon it self fashioned a blindfold and secure it around his head.
“Lean back, get comfortable.” I told him “we’re both going to enjoy this.” Once was in position, I started a very good porn video on my phone, with none of the typical porn music, just lot of very hot talking throughout the action. I began streaming the audio through a Bluetooth speaker I found. After setting up some background noise, I began to secure his arms and leg to the exercise bench using the bungee cords. I took a wide weight lifting belt and used it to secure his abdomen, limiting his ability to arch his back off of the bench.
“I need you to let me know if you’re feeling any discomfort in your arms or legs, alright?”
“Yes Sir, I will” he replied calmly.
Looking down on my handy work I considered the possibilities. I was definitely going to make my own first attempt at cocksucking and I didn’t want to him coming as soon as I had my mouth on his cock. I was fairly certain I was going to get my first taste of another mans hot cum, but wanted to enjoy the build up, and if I spent a long time stroking him, edging and teasing him as I planned I knew he wouldn’t last once he felt my mouth on his well primed cock.
I decided that the best option was to begin with my main objective, getting my mouth on a cock finally. Reaching for his cock, I wrapped my hand firmly and stroked him, bringing forth more precum, which added to what had already been leaking from his hard, but prior untouched cock. Lowering my head, inhaled his musky scent before licking the clear precum from swollen cockhead. Mmm it was as slick feeling and as slightly sweet on my tongue as my own. I began licking around his glans licking up as much of the fluid as I could. He let out a soft low moan as he realized what he was feeling. Moving my tongue up and down the length of his thick shaft repeatedly I licked up all the precum coating his throbbing rod, moving to capture even more with my tongue as it seeped from his pissslit. Noticing that some had dripped lower and glistening on his shaved ball sack, I positioned my head lower and sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time, gently sucking, savoring the taste and feel of him.
Oh, oh wow! That feels amazing Sir!” he exclaimed.
Releasing his balls, now precum free but still soaked from my sucking mouth, I resumed my tongue working his hard cock. Marveling at how hot it felt against my tongue and lips, and how hard it felt. I repositioned my head directly above his cock and using my hand guided it to my open mouth. Wrapping my lips around his cockhead, I slid my mouth down on his throbbing hard cock, as my hand pulled upward, instantly causing a flood of new precum to coat my tongue. The more of him I took into my sucking mouth the deeper his moans became. Finally I felt the end of his cock reaching the back of my throat and I only had about another to go, so I pressed down feeling and felt the head slide fully into my throat. A little bit surprised that I didn’t gag, even though it was me controlling the pace. I’m sure if I’d had been getting throat fuck like Mark had yesterday it would have been a different story.
I was now just using my mouth, moving one of my hands to his balls I grasp them firmly and started to get into a rhythm of squeezing his sack tightly each time my mouth slid up his thick shaft. The heat of his throbbing meat filling my stretched mouth was such a turn on. I knew in short order that this was not going to be a one time event. I don’t know if it was the act of sucking cock, his bound helpless or a combination, but I was definitely enjoying my first taste of cock. As my sucking mouth and swirling tongue continued to work his thick cock, I tried to remained vigilant to his response, I wasn’t ready to get him off yet, not by a long shot. So, when he started raising his hips, straining against the belt securing him to the bench, I forced him deeply into my mouth and sucked hard as I pulled my head up, reluctantly letting him slip from my mouth.
“Ohhh please Sir, don’t stop!! I’m so close!”
“Exactly why I stopped slut!” I replied laughingly,“It’s not even close to the time that you’re allowed to cum.” I informed him “this is going to be an edging you won’t soon forget.”
Moving my own cock towards his mouth I pressed the head against his lips and smeared them with my own precum. His mouth opened immediately at touch of my cock, but I pulled back and used my hardon to slap his cheeks and out stretched tongue straining to get my cock.
“You can’t get enough of this can you slut,” I teased, “don’t worry you’ll get it soon enough, but right now I have a few other things to capture your attention” I told him, giving him one more slap of my cock, loving the sight of my precum left glistening on his cheek.
Removing a few of the items from my bag, I arranged them on a table within my reach.
“You’re not allowed to cum without my permission, is that understood? Safe word out if you have too, and I’ll give you a break. But under no circumstances are you to ejaculate until I instruct you too. Is that clear? “ I asked with as firm a tone as I could muster. I was really having a good time.
“Yes Sir!, I was very close before, but the feelings subsided now and I will definitely let you know when I’m close again” he claimed.
“Good! Because I decide when my cock gets to cum.., and this IS MY COCk” I raised my voice and simultaneously gave his cock a firm slap with a small wooden spatula I’d found in the kitchen “
“Ohhww!!” he gasped in as much surprise as pain. Giving him another smack on the other side of the shaft, I asked “think that will help you keep the cum in your balls until I say so?”
I wanted to tread lightly with my use of pain stimulation, as he’d answered mostly in the negative in those areas, at the same time I wanted to push him to discover what he might really enjoy.
After the third smack replied “yes Sir I won’t let YOUR cock cum, thank you Sir!”
Instead of giving his just as hard as ever cock another whack, I took a feather duster from the table and stroked his cock with it, the surprising contact of the feathers caused as big a jump as if I’d struck it hard again. Setting the duster aside, I again gave his cock shaft a firm stroke of the spatula, this time his body barely moved. I then picked up the small vibrator and turned it to the lowest setting. I began teasing his cockhead with the toy, pressing the vibrating tip against his pissslit, spreading his precum around. I then raised the speed of the little vibe higher and ran in up and down the length of his pulsating shaft. Moving the toy lower, I pressed it against his balls and slipped it lower still, teasing the sweet spot between his balls and asshole. His moans and the way he arch against the vibrations, as opposed to away from them, seemed to encourage more exploration in that area. I may have gone further, but Id been unsuccessful in finding any condoms in my search of the house, and wasn’t comfortable using someone else’s toy for penetration. I spent several minutes alternating the use of the vibe, the feather duster and firm strikes of the wooden spatula, varying the different sensations on his engorged cock.
Setting my various implements aside, I decided to use an entirely different type of tool on him. Moving over him, I straddled the bench near his upturned cock, and squatting down slightly brought my own hard cock inline with his. Taking a cock into each hand, I began rubbing our cocks together, pressing my hard throbbing meat against his, I wrapped both of my hands around our cocks and stroked slowly our balls pressed tightly together.
“Mmm that’s so hot Sir, I can’t believe how good your cock feels against mine.. oh I mean YOUR cock Sir!” he quickly corrected himself. Amused by his growing submissive attitude, I replied “that’s right slut, keep that in mind and remember that I’m not ready for MY cock to cum yet”. I continued frotting our hard rods together, pumping out even more slick precum, coating the engorged heads of our cocks. Taking some of the clear fluid onto my fingers I raised them to Marks mouth and fed him our combined juices. I watched as he suckled my fingers like he was starving.
After a few minutes, I released my grasp of our cocks, and I stepped off of the bench and returned to the chair beside him. The I took up a kitchen implement of some kind. I had no idea it’s use until I googled it later. Apparently used to knead dough, it was a small handle with five stiff wire spikes with blunt ends, about 3 inches long.
“Keep very still” I warned “this is very sharp” I fibbed as I slowly began dragging the spikes over his twitching cock and balls. He was motionless and I could feel his tension building as I moved the spikes upon his cock. Then I combined the spikes and the feathers, simultaneously stroking his cock with both, and suddenly he seemed to let go of all that tension. “Which is better slut? Does my cock prefer pain or pleasure?” I chided him.
“Mmm your cock just doesn’t want it to stop, what ever you want to do to it.., just use it however most pleases you Sir.” He sounded detached, almost trance like. I’d seldom seen a submissive go into “subspace” so quickly if that’s what this was.
Taking up the spatula, I smacked the underside of his cock with about half the force of my original whacks. He moaned, but didn’t even flinch.
“Mmm yess more please.. I can take more please Sir.. your cock needs more pleeeaase!” Again harder this time “ ohhh Sir,,,, I’m soooo close I don’t know how much more I can take but I’m sooo fucking close!!”
If he was truly in subspace I didn’t want to break scene to try to bring his impending climax down, so I quickly decided to let him go.
“That’s ok slut, it’s time for my cock to come now” I told him as I wrapped my hand around his shaft that felt even hotter than before. “Let it go slut, let me have that hot load in here” as my other hand squeezed his sack now very tight signaling his impending climax. “Give me that hot cum now!!” as I took that throbbing meat into my mouth and forced it deep. Sucking much harder than before I used my hand to jack him into my mouth, willing him to cum, to explode into my sucking mouth giving me my first taste of another mans hot jizz.
“Ooooohhhhh owwwwww yessss I’m cummmming. Ohhhh Sir!!!”
His hips were bucking upward as my sucking mouth readied to take my first cumshot. With my tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, I could feel the cum pulsating upward and the first shot hit the back of my throat like a high pressure hose as I jacked him harder. The taste was a bit saltier than I remembered mine tasting but not unpleasant at all, as I swallowed it down. After the third rope of his creamy load covered my tongue, I pulled him from my mouth and directed his cumshots to my face, using my hand to pump more hot rivulets of his creamy load onto my face and open mouth. Catching the hot salty cum with my tongue, I returned my mouth to his cock and wrapping my lips firmly around his cockhead, I jacked the last of his massive load onto my sucking mouth.
His moans were now almost inaudible, his body seemed to have lost every ounce of tension. I continued gently gently sucking on his now beginning to deflate cock. I was surprised that he wasn’t feeling overstimulated, the usual sensations of continued contact after climaxing. Lifting my head up, let his now flaccid cock slip from my lips. Standing up I began stroking my own cock, looking down at his apparent semi conscious form, his grip on the golf ball in his hand the only thing that didn’t appear totally lax, and briefly considered letting myself cum as well, perhaps all over his face. I decided to hold my edge, there would be a lot more opportunities for that, and I wanted him to be more alert for it.
Now what? I thought silently. I had no experience with the aftercare of a male submissive. I figured it would most likely be the same as a female sub coming down from the endorphin high. Taking a blanket I covered him and removed the bungee cords securing his limbs to the bench. I slipped the orange ball from him still clenched fist. Gently massaging each arm and leg to return any loss of circulation that might have occurred. Lastly I removed the scarf from his eyes and just sat with him until after a few minutes he seemed to start to come around.
Softly he said “I feel like I’ve been on some very good d**gs. Been since my college days that I felt this woozy”.
“Well, technically you’re coming off a d**g, a high dose of endorphins.” I informed him. “Here take a little water.” I instructed, holding a bottle to his lips.
After he’d drank some water, I asked “how are you feeling? Any discomfort in your arms or legs.”
“No I feel good, kinda washed out but not in a bad way at all. I think I remember everything, but after awhile it was like I was detached from what was happening.” He seemed to think for a moment, “when can you do that to me again?”
I chuckled “I think that you need a little more time to recover from this session first. But don’t worry I won’t make you wait to long.” I assured him. “Do you think you’re ready to stand up? I think that you could use a short nap, before we head to the marina for lunch and to pick up the stuff we need.”
“Yes, I’m ok, and I think a nap sounds really good actually.” He agreed as he got up from the bench. I kept close to him just in case he was unstable, but he was fine just a little slow moving as he went into the house and slipped into the big bed and was asleep before I was out of the room.
Noting the time I decided it was definitely beerthirty and after throwing on a pair of shorts, I grabbed a couple cold beers and headed for the boathouse. Once there I opened up one and chugged about half of it, as I played out the session in my head. I had enjoyed my first experience with taking a hot cock in my mouth and receiving the creamy results of my labors. It was something I was more than confident would be repeated in the future.
After quickly finishing my first beer, I popped open the second and began examining the pontoon boat. It was more like a party barge, with seating for at least a dozen people, with both benches as well as swivel chairs. A canopy was up and would provide shade over the back half of the deck, leaving the front open to the sun. The control console was in the middle of the boat, to the far right hand side. A railing wall ran the whole way around the deck, except for a portion at the very front of the bow, a swimming/sun tanning platform I guessed. At the stern was attached a motor that appeared powerful enough for a much larger vessel. Looking out over the lake, I noticed it was a lot bigger than I’d expected. I estimated it was at least a mile or more directly across to the other side and long enough that I couldn’t see either end.
Finished with my inspection, I sipped on my beer and began to form a plan for our next session. More than a few ideas started to take shape by the time my beer was gone and I made my way back up to the house. It was about time to get my slut up and go get some lunch. I had a feeling we were going to need our strength.
To be continued..,,
“Wait for a second, move down between my legs” I told him as I move to a sitting position, arranging the pillows against the headboard.
“You may continue” as I took the first sip of very good coffee.
“Thank you Sir” he replied moving into position, on his hands and knees with his head above my cock, still glistening with his saliva from a few moments before.
I can hardly think of a better wake up call than a great cup of coffee and an eager mouth sucking my cock. He was all mouth and no hands. The pace of his sucking was much more relaxed than the mouth fucking he’d endured last night. There was no gagging, when he sucked the entire length of my cock in until his nose was pressed hard against my trimmed pubes. On each upstroke his tongue worked the underside of my cock, pressing against the vein and licking up to my swollen cockhead. On each upstroke his lips encircling my cock stopped just at the ridge below the head and he used his tongue to collect the precum his tongue work was creating.
Sipping my coffee and enjoying both the pleasurable feeling and highly erotic sight of my cock disappearing into Marks sucking mouth, I began to think about the day ahead. I really couldn’t plan much before I had read the questionnaire I’d sent him. I was really enjoying my morning so far, but I was going to have to empty my bladder sooner than later.
“That’s enough for now slut” I guided him from my cock. “Too much more and you’ll get another hot load, but not as creamy” as I swung my leg over and stood to head to the toilet to get rid of last night’s beer.
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” he chuckled, “I could have washed the sheets, if I didn’t get it all”.
As I pressed my mostly still cock downward as began pissing, thinking about his comment I could guess what his answer was to any water sports play was. Yeah this was turning out to be a very nice weekend.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. You think there’s something in the kitchen for breakfast? I asked finishing my coffee, I handed him the cup. “Another cup just like that please”.
“Yes Sir, I’ve got pancakes fixings and sausage ready to go, for whenever you’re ready.
“Excellent, have you showered?” I inquired “what about stroking your cock?” I added.
“No Sir! I mean yes I showered first thing this morning, but I haven’t touched my cock except to piss and to wash while in the shower.” He was totally into the power exchange. It was like a switch had been flipped yesterday.
“Very good” I praised him. “That was a very good way to wake up”. While I shower go get breakfast going and while we eat, we can go over your questionnaire.
Breakfast was fairly good for a guy who obviously was not used to food preparation. I noticed at least a half dozen discarded pancakes in the trash when I came down from my shower. Not exactly five star cuisine, but more than adequate. The coffee made up for any short comings.
While we ate I scanned the questionnaire he’d completed and returned by text in a pdf file. He had a very limited knowledge of D/s and most of the his answers were checked “unsure” and “unknown”. There were a couple of things he’d checked “definitely yes”, one a real surprise. His hard limits were, no s**t, no blood and no permanent markings, such as brands or tattoos. Overall, with a few exceptions, about what I’d surmised his answers would entail.
After I’d gone over the file I set my phone aside and asked “Have you ever fantasized about being a submissive and sucking cock?”
“I’ve had fantasies of being used sexually and made to serve for as long as I can remember. It was what fueled my adolescent mastubation. It always being submissive to woman though, never a man, until we started edging together. I’ve always thought of myself as straight as a guy could be. Once I got over the initial shock of how turned on I got stroking cocks with another guy, that’s when I began having thoughts about cock and being used by a dominant man.” Pausing briefly as if choosing the right words, he asked “is it ok to speak honestly?”
“Of course it is! That’s why we’re having this conversation. You can say whatever you’re feeling and ask any questions without fear of being judged by me, and hopefully so can I. No judgement from either of us.”
“Alright. The thing is I’m not really attracted to you, I mean any man, not just you. But lately, since that first time.. my God I get so fucking aroused just think your hard cock. Recently all the porn I’ve been watching is cock focused. Mostly guys jacking off, but a lot of gay and bi porn too. But I don’t even care if the guys are considered attractive or not, just if I like their cock. I feel like I partially bisexual. Is that even a thing?” He asked.
“This “bi” thing is just as new to me, but I wouldn’t rush to put any labels on anything. I think it’s certainly possible to be turned on by a particular part of the body. I’ve definitely been aroused by a great set of tits on a woman that I’d otherwise find to be unattractive to me. Just because you aren’t into being tenderly intimate with someone doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy more carnal activities. You have a great mouth for sucking my cock, but I’m not going to be French kissing you” I chuckled.
“Wow, no offense but that’s a relief.” He responded smiling. “I guess I’ll just try not to overthink things so much and just enjoy the experience”
I suggested that we clean up the breakfast remnants as we continued to talk. I was already forming a game plan for the rest of the morning and wanted to set it in motion.
As we cleared the table, I asked “do you have any other questions or concerns. Anything you want to ask me”
“Not right now that I can think of. Except how do you want to use me next.”
“Oh I have several ideals that I think will be most enjoyable for the both of us. A few new barriers to be broken before the weekend is over.” I said, trying to sound slightly cryptic. “I do want to talk about a safe word for you though. Like using the golf ball, but a verbal signal. Any suggestions?” I inquired, knowing that choice of safe word is better when chosen by the user.
“How about STOP or NO!” he replied.
“Well, it should be something a bit less obvious, particularly if we’re playing rough, as you described it yesterday. Many times during BDSM play, words such as stop and no can really mean the opposite.” I explained.
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t think of that. Yesterday, if I’d had the ability to speak, I might have said stop, but it was really the last thing I wanted to happen” he said. “How about “orange”, it’s relatable to the ball and something that I’ll easily remember.”
“That’s a perfect choice, simple and easy to remember should you need to use it. And remember that there’s no shame or fear of disapproval from having to “safe word out” of a scene. Safety first, Ok?” I assured him.
As we finished up the dishes I asked him about the boat he’d mentioned yesterday. He said that we could use either of them, a pontoon boat or flat bottom bass boat. The only rules, like everything else at the lake house, were to leave things as we’d found them. Replacing anything used, refilling gas tanks on the boats, etc. He further explained that there was a marina about a 45 minute boat ride away. There was a good restaurant/bar and general store with gas pumps that we could replenish every thing we’d used.
“That’s great. We’ll take a trip over there later for lunch. Right now I want you to go down to the boat house and make sure the pontoon boat is ready to go. I also want you to look for some rope, clean rope of at least clothesline thickness. Take your phone and I’ll text you when I’m ready for you to come back up to the house. I have a few preparations to attend to for our next session.” I instructed, observing his eyes betray his realization that talk time was over and the action was about to resume.
“Yes Sir... is it alright if I put on a pair of shorts or swim trunks? The open boathouse is in full view of any passing boats.” he asked.
Slightly amused by the thought of making him make the trip naked with his cock pointing the way, I told him that he could, but they were to come off as soon as he’d returned to the house. He went into the ground floor bedroom and was back in a few minutes wearing a pair of baggy board shorts. As he headed for the door, I said “before you go, I have one more question.. have you ever pissed on yourself? In the shower for example?”
His face immediately flushed red, like he’d been slapped soundly and looking down he replied meekly “ yes Sir, I have many times”.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of Mark, any man who was being honest would have the same answer. Now go get the boat ready for later.” I told him.
As he made his way down the slight hill to the boathouse, I began to get ready for what I had in mind. I went up to my room and got my “toy bag”, wistfully thinking of the things I would have brought if I’d even considered the weekend would have taken the turn it had. Oh well, the improvisation would be a fun challenge. The room I occupied appeared to just be a guest room, empty drawers and a closet. Likewise the adjacent bathroom. Moving to one of the other room down the hall I found a room that had a more lived in look. Searching the dresser and bedside table drawers, I found womens, mostly casual clothes and the type of things that you’d find in a teenage girls room. I found a few items that might be of use to me and after making a note as to where I took them on my phone, I added them to my toy bag. I wanted to make sure that everything was as it was when we left. The third room was obviously more masculine, hunting and fishing prints were hung on the walls. A brief search didn’t provide any items of interest, although one item I found in the adjoining bath gave me a whole new idea and I quickly added it to my stash. Moving downstairs I looked out towards the boathouse and could see Mark still moving about. I checked into the room he’d slept in and found a much larger room, apparently the parents of whom ever used the rooms upstairs. My quick search of the room and bath found a few more things of possible use, but nothing of the kinky variety. If they were in possession of any kind of sex aids or toys they didn’t keep them at the lake house. Just as I was about to finish up I discovered a small box on the top shelf of the closet. The box appeared to have been opened previously. It was labeled “Muscle Relaxer” and contained a very small vibrator, less than five inches long. Removing it from the box, I twisted the base and it began to buzz softly, turning the base increased the vibration, and I was surprised by the amount of power that the little toy produced. Turning it off I dropped it in my bag and then turned to consider the bed. It was a king, without bed posts and might be a little big for my plans. As I left to go back up and examine the other beds available I noticed another door off of the great room. Opening the door and reaching for a light switch I discovered a two car garage, void of vehicles. In one corner of the garage was a sort of home gym, complete with a treadmill, weights and what immediately drew my attention, an incline bench.
After finding a few other items I would need and making a few preparations, I texted Mark and told him to return to the house. Stepping out on the deck, I stood watching his approach, observing he was carrying something. As he got closer I stood watching, lewdly stroking my cock slowly, making sure that he saw I was ready for the next session.
As he stepped up onto the deck he had out what he’d been carrying, “I’m sorry Sir, the only rope I could find was being used to secure the boats, but I found these bungee cords”.
“Those will work perfectly, good enough for my purposes” I assured him as he removed his shorts. “Good to see you didn’t need a reminder” I chuckled while noticing his fully erect cock. “Now I want you to go and use the restroom if you need to, it will be a while before you have the opportunity again. Afterwards, find your golf ball and bring it to the garage.
After a few minutes the door opened and he looked around, obviously looking for changes to the room and any clue as to what I had planned. I motioned him over and told him to have a seat on the incline bench that I’d covered in a large beach towel. Moving behind him I pulled a dark silk scarf from the bag and after folding it upon it self fashioned a blindfold and secure it around his head.
“Lean back, get comfortable.” I told him “we’re both going to enjoy this.” Once was in position, I started a very good porn video on my phone, with none of the typical porn music, just lot of very hot talking throughout the action. I began streaming the audio through a Bluetooth speaker I found. After setting up some background noise, I began to secure his arms and leg to the exercise bench using the bungee cords. I took a wide weight lifting belt and used it to secure his abdomen, limiting his ability to arch his back off of the bench.
“I need you to let me know if you’re feeling any discomfort in your arms or legs, alright?”
“Yes Sir, I will” he replied calmly.
Looking down on my handy work I considered the possibilities. I was definitely going to make my own first attempt at cocksucking and I didn’t want to him coming as soon as I had my mouth on his cock. I was fairly certain I was going to get my first taste of another mans hot cum, but wanted to enjoy the build up, and if I spent a long time stroking him, edging and teasing him as I planned I knew he wouldn’t last once he felt my mouth on his well primed cock.
I decided that the best option was to begin with my main objective, getting my mouth on a cock finally. Reaching for his cock, I wrapped my hand firmly and stroked him, bringing forth more precum, which added to what had already been leaking from his hard, but prior untouched cock. Lowering my head, inhaled his musky scent before licking the clear precum from swollen cockhead. Mmm it was as slick feeling and as slightly sweet on my tongue as my own. I began licking around his glans licking up as much of the fluid as I could. He let out a soft low moan as he realized what he was feeling. Moving my tongue up and down the length of his thick shaft repeatedly I licked up all the precum coating his throbbing rod, moving to capture even more with my tongue as it seeped from his pissslit. Noticing that some had dripped lower and glistening on his shaved ball sack, I positioned my head lower and sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time, gently sucking, savoring the taste and feel of him.
Oh, oh wow! That feels amazing Sir!” he exclaimed.
Releasing his balls, now precum free but still soaked from my sucking mouth, I resumed my tongue working his hard cock. Marveling at how hot it felt against my tongue and lips, and how hard it felt. I repositioned my head directly above his cock and using my hand guided it to my open mouth. Wrapping my lips around his cockhead, I slid my mouth down on his throbbing hard cock, as my hand pulled upward, instantly causing a flood of new precum to coat my tongue. The more of him I took into my sucking mouth the deeper his moans became. Finally I felt the end of his cock reaching the back of my throat and I only had about another to go, so I pressed down feeling and felt the head slide fully into my throat. A little bit surprised that I didn’t gag, even though it was me controlling the pace. I’m sure if I’d had been getting throat fuck like Mark had yesterday it would have been a different story.
I was now just using my mouth, moving one of my hands to his balls I grasp them firmly and started to get into a rhythm of squeezing his sack tightly each time my mouth slid up his thick shaft. The heat of his throbbing meat filling my stretched mouth was such a turn on. I knew in short order that this was not going to be a one time event. I don’t know if it was the act of sucking cock, his bound helpless or a combination, but I was definitely enjoying my first taste of cock. As my sucking mouth and swirling tongue continued to work his thick cock, I tried to remained vigilant to his response, I wasn’t ready to get him off yet, not by a long shot. So, when he started raising his hips, straining against the belt securing him to the bench, I forced him deeply into my mouth and sucked hard as I pulled my head up, reluctantly letting him slip from my mouth.
“Ohhh please Sir, don’t stop!! I’m so close!”
“Exactly why I stopped slut!” I replied laughingly,“It’s not even close to the time that you’re allowed to cum.” I informed him “this is going to be an edging you won’t soon forget.”
Moving my own cock towards his mouth I pressed the head against his lips and smeared them with my own precum. His mouth opened immediately at touch of my cock, but I pulled back and used my hardon to slap his cheeks and out stretched tongue straining to get my cock.
“You can’t get enough of this can you slut,” I teased, “don’t worry you’ll get it soon enough, but right now I have a few other things to capture your attention” I told him, giving him one more slap of my cock, loving the sight of my precum left glistening on his cheek.
Removing a few of the items from my bag, I arranged them on a table within my reach.
“You’re not allowed to cum without my permission, is that understood? Safe word out if you have too, and I’ll give you a break. But under no circumstances are you to ejaculate until I instruct you too. Is that clear? “ I asked with as firm a tone as I could muster. I was really having a good time.
“Yes Sir!, I was very close before, but the feelings subsided now and I will definitely let you know when I’m close again” he claimed.
“Good! Because I decide when my cock gets to cum.., and this IS MY COCk” I raised my voice and simultaneously gave his cock a firm slap with a small wooden spatula I’d found in the kitchen “
“Ohhww!!” he gasped in as much surprise as pain. Giving him another smack on the other side of the shaft, I asked “think that will help you keep the cum in your balls until I say so?”
I wanted to tread lightly with my use of pain stimulation, as he’d answered mostly in the negative in those areas, at the same time I wanted to push him to discover what he might really enjoy.
After the third smack replied “yes Sir I won’t let YOUR cock cum, thank you Sir!”
Instead of giving his just as hard as ever cock another whack, I took a feather duster from the table and stroked his cock with it, the surprising contact of the feathers caused as big a jump as if I’d struck it hard again. Setting the duster aside, I again gave his cock shaft a firm stroke of the spatula, this time his body barely moved. I then picked up the small vibrator and turned it to the lowest setting. I began teasing his cockhead with the toy, pressing the vibrating tip against his pissslit, spreading his precum around. I then raised the speed of the little vibe higher and ran in up and down the length of his pulsating shaft. Moving the toy lower, I pressed it against his balls and slipped it lower still, teasing the sweet spot between his balls and asshole. His moans and the way he arch against the vibrations, as opposed to away from them, seemed to encourage more exploration in that area. I may have gone further, but Id been unsuccessful in finding any condoms in my search of the house, and wasn’t comfortable using someone else’s toy for penetration. I spent several minutes alternating the use of the vibe, the feather duster and firm strikes of the wooden spatula, varying the different sensations on his engorged cock.
Setting my various implements aside, I decided to use an entirely different type of tool on him. Moving over him, I straddled the bench near his upturned cock, and squatting down slightly brought my own hard cock inline with his. Taking a cock into each hand, I began rubbing our cocks together, pressing my hard throbbing meat against his, I wrapped both of my hands around our cocks and stroked slowly our balls pressed tightly together.
“Mmm that’s so hot Sir, I can’t believe how good your cock feels against mine.. oh I mean YOUR cock Sir!” he quickly corrected himself. Amused by his growing submissive attitude, I replied “that’s right slut, keep that in mind and remember that I’m not ready for MY cock to cum yet”. I continued frotting our hard rods together, pumping out even more slick precum, coating the engorged heads of our cocks. Taking some of the clear fluid onto my fingers I raised them to Marks mouth and fed him our combined juices. I watched as he suckled my fingers like he was starving.
After a few minutes, I released my grasp of our cocks, and I stepped off of the bench and returned to the chair beside him. The I took up a kitchen implement of some kind. I had no idea it’s use until I googled it later. Apparently used to knead dough, it was a small handle with five stiff wire spikes with blunt ends, about 3 inches long.
“Keep very still” I warned “this is very sharp” I fibbed as I slowly began dragging the spikes over his twitching cock and balls. He was motionless and I could feel his tension building as I moved the spikes upon his cock. Then I combined the spikes and the feathers, simultaneously stroking his cock with both, and suddenly he seemed to let go of all that tension. “Which is better slut? Does my cock prefer pain or pleasure?” I chided him.
“Mmm your cock just doesn’t want it to stop, what ever you want to do to it.., just use it however most pleases you Sir.” He sounded detached, almost trance like. I’d seldom seen a submissive go into “subspace” so quickly if that’s what this was.
Taking up the spatula, I smacked the underside of his cock with about half the force of my original whacks. He moaned, but didn’t even flinch.
“Mmm yess more please.. I can take more please Sir.. your cock needs more pleeeaase!” Again harder this time “ ohhh Sir,,,, I’m soooo close I don’t know how much more I can take but I’m sooo fucking close!!”
If he was truly in subspace I didn’t want to break scene to try to bring his impending climax down, so I quickly decided to let him go.
“That’s ok slut, it’s time for my cock to come now” I told him as I wrapped my hand around his shaft that felt even hotter than before. “Let it go slut, let me have that hot load in here” as my other hand squeezed his sack now very tight signaling his impending climax. “Give me that hot cum now!!” as I took that throbbing meat into my mouth and forced it deep. Sucking much harder than before I used my hand to jack him into my mouth, willing him to cum, to explode into my sucking mouth giving me my first taste of another mans hot jizz.
“Ooooohhhhh owwwwww yessss I’m cummmming. Ohhhh Sir!!!”
His hips were bucking upward as my sucking mouth readied to take my first cumshot. With my tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, I could feel the cum pulsating upward and the first shot hit the back of my throat like a high pressure hose as I jacked him harder. The taste was a bit saltier than I remembered mine tasting but not unpleasant at all, as I swallowed it down. After the third rope of his creamy load covered my tongue, I pulled him from my mouth and directed his cumshots to my face, using my hand to pump more hot rivulets of his creamy load onto my face and open mouth. Catching the hot salty cum with my tongue, I returned my mouth to his cock and wrapping my lips firmly around his cockhead, I jacked the last of his massive load onto my sucking mouth.
His moans were now almost inaudible, his body seemed to have lost every ounce of tension. I continued gently gently sucking on his now beginning to deflate cock. I was surprised that he wasn’t feeling overstimulated, the usual sensations of continued contact after climaxing. Lifting my head up, let his now flaccid cock slip from my lips. Standing up I began stroking my own cock, looking down at his apparent semi conscious form, his grip on the golf ball in his hand the only thing that didn’t appear totally lax, and briefly considered letting myself cum as well, perhaps all over his face. I decided to hold my edge, there would be a lot more opportunities for that, and I wanted him to be more alert for it.
Now what? I thought silently. I had no experience with the aftercare of a male submissive. I figured it would most likely be the same as a female sub coming down from the endorphin high. Taking a blanket I covered him and removed the bungee cords securing his limbs to the bench. I slipped the orange ball from him still clenched fist. Gently massaging each arm and leg to return any loss of circulation that might have occurred. Lastly I removed the scarf from his eyes and just sat with him until after a few minutes he seemed to start to come around.
Softly he said “I feel like I’ve been on some very good d**gs. Been since my college days that I felt this woozy”.
“Well, technically you’re coming off a d**g, a high dose of endorphins.” I informed him. “Here take a little water.” I instructed, holding a bottle to his lips.
After he’d drank some water, I asked “how are you feeling? Any discomfort in your arms or legs.”
“No I feel good, kinda washed out but not in a bad way at all. I think I remember everything, but after awhile it was like I was detached from what was happening.” He seemed to think for a moment, “when can you do that to me again?”
I chuckled “I think that you need a little more time to recover from this session first. But don’t worry I won’t make you wait to long.” I assured him. “Do you think you’re ready to stand up? I think that you could use a short nap, before we head to the marina for lunch and to pick up the stuff we need.”
“Yes, I’m ok, and I think a nap sounds really good actually.” He agreed as he got up from the bench. I kept close to him just in case he was unstable, but he was fine just a little slow moving as he went into the house and slipped into the big bed and was asleep before I was out of the room.
Noting the time I decided it was definitely beerthirty and after throwing on a pair of shorts, I grabbed a couple cold beers and headed for the boathouse. Once there I opened up one and chugged about half of it, as I played out the session in my head. I had enjoyed my first experience with taking a hot cock in my mouth and receiving the creamy results of my labors. It was something I was more than confident would be repeated in the future.
After quickly finishing my first beer, I popped open the second and began examining the pontoon boat. It was more like a party barge, with seating for at least a dozen people, with both benches as well as swivel chairs. A canopy was up and would provide shade over the back half of the deck, leaving the front open to the sun. The control console was in the middle of the boat, to the far right hand side. A railing wall ran the whole way around the deck, except for a portion at the very front of the bow, a swimming/sun tanning platform I guessed. At the stern was attached a motor that appeared powerful enough for a much larger vessel. Looking out over the lake, I noticed it was a lot bigger than I’d expected. I estimated it was at least a mile or more directly across to the other side and long enough that I couldn’t see either end.
Finished with my inspection, I sipped on my beer and began to form a plan for our next session. More than a few ideas started to take shape by the time my beer was gone and I made my way back up to the house. It was about time to get my slut up and go get some lunch. I had a feeling we were going to need our strength.
To be continued..,,
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