Straight A's E21 | I'm a weak man with a soft spot for being dominated

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly after the last story

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A little shaken and degraded, I took a couple deep breaths before leaving the washroom. The students had long gone into the lecture hall and it was quiet in the foyer. Fortunately, nobody took my bag from where I was sitting before Ben dragged me away. 

I felt entirely gross. Not only did I sit on the public washroom’s floor, I had the taste of Ben’s toes in my mouth.

Why do I like it so much? 

I knew I had a dirty side to me, despite my outwardly nerdy appearance. But still, getting turned on by a straight asshole’s foot on my crotch was not one of my regular fantasies. 

Okay, Joseph. It’s over now. Go to class. 

This made it the second class I was late for today. It was one of those uncomfortable situations too where all the aisle seats were taken so I had to obnoxiously squeeze past people taking notes to get to the center of a row. 

It was a stupid idea anyway, because my brain was full of horny thoughts instead of the subject material. 

I didn’t ask Ben to put his foot in my mouth…not that I have the right to ask him to do anything. He wanted to jam his toes in my mouth. Did he like it too? Does he want me to suck each of them clean individually? Will he jerk off and watch in disgust at my willingness to be his dirty little beta boy?

Like he knew I was thinking about him, Ben sent me a snap at that moment. I leaned forward onto my lecture table to cover my screen and played the video. 

“Too bad you’re a little bitch that can’t follow instructions.” The caption reads. His hand slides up and down a close up of his thick dick. It closes after playing and another video plays.

“You don’t deserve this.” He pulls a string of precum from the tip and stretches it towards the camera. The video is short and closes before I have a chance to really take it all in. 

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” I message him back.

“I don’t believe you. Good for nothing slut.” 

My brain blocks out the rest of the lecture sounds as I put all my focus into what Ben is saying. He’s turning me on and I think he’s doing it on purpose. 

“Could’ve choked you with this dick until you passed out. But you didn’t work for it.” His dick looks incredibly swollen. 

“I’ll do better next time.” I text back, my groin achingly hard. It’s so pathetic and I know it. 

“Prove it. Now.”

How?

“How?” I start to type and then delete it. It doesn’t matter what he wants. It just matters that he wants it right now. 

And I’m going to do whatever he wants anyways. 

“I’m on my way.” I texted back before hurriedly shoving my things back in my bag. I climbed over the legs of the annoyed students that I bothered just a couple of minutes ago. 

When I got out of the building, I broke into a full on sprint. I started to sweat through my clothes and my backpack felt like someone was adding stones in it as the steps went by. 

I didn't care. 

I need to prove myself.

Now.

I was at his house before I knew it. When I went in, how sweaty and hot I was caught up to me. 

Ben pokes his head out from the kitchen and laughs at me. “You really came, you fucking loser.” He walks toward me and cracks open a bottle of beer. “Did you run here?” 

“Yeah.” I wipe the sweat coming down from my forehead. He steps towards me and I step backwards, hitting the front door with my back.

“You race here like a cock-hungry slut and now you're gonna play shy? Get over yourself.” Ben shakes his head and takes a big gulp of his beer. 

I start trembling again. I am here willingly but he still scares me with his presence. I don't know what's about to happen or how and it's terrifying. 

And such a fucking turn on at the same time. 

Ben burps in my face and I flinch again. He smirks with almost an air of disbelief and says, “Get on your knees, beta boy.” 

I dropped to my knees at a speed that hurt and I heard Ben laugh at me again. The moment didn't last because he grabbed my head and smushed it in his groin. 

“I see why Troy likes you so much. A little willing fuck doll.” 

“Mmm..” My nose hurts from how roughly he's pushing his junk into my face. 

“That's a pretty boy though. He don't know how to fuck like a man.” 

That's not true. Troy can be just as aggressive as this if he’s–

“Open.” Ben’s shorts come off and his thick dick smashes against my face.

“GUHHHHHHHHhhHHHH!” He shoves his cock deep inside my mouth and I feel like I'm about to throw up. “GuhHHhHh!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” The top of my head is set ablaze with pain as he yanks my hair. “Suck my cock, bitch.” 

“GUhH!!” I can’t do much sucking because he’s face fucking me so hard. “UhH!” He hits my gag reflex again and I sob into his crotch. 

“I said,” he aggressively pulls my hair and his dick comes out of my throat, “shut.” 

“The.”

“Fuck.”

“Up.” His girthy meat slides back in and I cough, but accept the width of his meat stretching out my throat. 

Like he was satisfied that I was finally taking it the right way, I heard him take another swig of his beer. I stayed deep down on his shaft, breathing with his pubes tickling my nose. 

“Suck.” Ben burps again. 

The instruction made me whimper with desire. My jaw was already tired, but I started to suck him anyway, letting my excess saliva drool down the corner of my lips. 

“Tighten that shit up!” Ben says with annoyance.

I can't. I try but I can’t. 

“I said tighten it up, you loose motherfucker!” I purse my lips as tightly as I can, until it hurts me to keep that position. “Is that so fucking hard?” 

“Ah!” I moan into his dick. His foot nudges into my crotch. 

“True fucking beta.” His foot rubs my aching groin. 

“Ah…ah…” I suck him desperately, hoping he'll continue. 

“How do you fucking get hard.. oh fuck…” His tone changes mid-sentence and I launch into sucking him with full force.

Slurp…

Slurp…

Slurp…

“Oh fucker… mmm…” His thick cock stiffens in my mouth. He steps onto my crotch and I whimper into him. “Keep going beta. Suck this fucking big cock like you live for it.” 

“AhHH…” I whine loudly through the corners of my mouth. I stop sucking as his foot rubs my hard-on. 

“Oh shit…” Ben whispers. “Oh…” 

The moment of weakness did it for me. With his foot kneading my crotch, I reach the point of no return. 

“I'm going to fucking cum… I'm going to fucking CUM!” Ben roars. His foot moves away, and he grabs my head tightly with two hands. 

No!

I'm too close!

“Take my load, motherfucker!” 

Clack! Pain shoots from the back of my head as I get slammed against the door. He fucks my mouth mercilessly for a couple seconds, almost making me gag again. 

“GUHHh!” His cock erupts inside my mouth and I gargle his bitter juice.

“Mm FUCK!” His grip on my head tightens.

“GUHhh….OHHH!” The mixture of the pain and pleasure rips through me and shoots to my cock. 

I'm cumming. Oh fuck I'm cumming. 

I whimper pathetically as I shoot into my pants in agonizing pleasure. I want his foot! I want him to step on me! I want his toes in my mouth! 

“Suck it,” Ben groans. “Oh suck it, you nasty bitch.”

I can still get a second load! I push myself to service him, enjoying the manly groans from him as he finishes his orgasm.

No!

His dick came out of my mouth before I was finished sucking.  The seeping wet feeling in my underwear was already humiliating, and the amount I'm sweating is adding to the shame. 

Why? 

Ben pulls up his shorts hastily, then finishes the rest of his beer. He turns around without looking at me and walks down the hallways, disappearing into his room. 

Does that mean I did good?

I stand up, grimacing at the wet feeling in my crotch shift. I have to get home right now before it leaks all the way through. I open the door behind me and leave, breathing freely once I get down the porch stairs. 

“Joe?”

Oh no. 

“What are you doing here?” 

I took one look at Troy’s handsome face, and then I bolted. I ran as fast as I possibly could back home. He didn't follow me, but I ran anyway. I ran until I got into my place and slammed the door shut.