Dominance - Part 7

Hey folks! Just wanted to give a few updates;

I'm having problems with the private Reddit group at the moment, that I'm trying to get resolved, so if you've dropped your username in the Reddit threat, just hang tight until it gets sorted out.

I'm putting a brief pause on commissions at the moment, but everybody will get theirs as soon as possible. I need to organise it a little better, so that there aren't 50 or 60 people due commissions at the same time, so just bear with me.

A new part of Ivygate will be coming up soon, but I just wanted to get a couple more chapters of Dominance out first. This story will be a little different to what you're used to, and will split into different POVs. I'll explain more next week.

There's also a nice short series coming out soon about some unlikely college roommates, which will be a little more vanilla!

Just on other note on some longer series that are in the works (I've already posted a chapter or two a couple of months back). They're all still happening, I just don't want to have multiple long series running at the same time :)

Anyway, enjoy some more smut and have a great weekend! 

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

My lips spread around his hard cock. My tongue flicking softly at the large helmet as it pushed further into my mouth. Everything about it felt so wrong. The entire scene was so incredibly taboo. Me, kneeling before an older man, sucking his cock deeper into my throat, completely naked and aroused. Him, holding my head with one hand, guiding me onto the cock that he had demanded that I study for days. Yes, it felt wrong, but nothing had ever felt better.

His cock head stretched my throat. I felt the muscles clench as I tried to swallow, and then I gagged and Paul rubbed my hair. “When you’re on my cock” he whispered, stroking my cheek as I struggled. “Nothing else matters”.

His words played over in my mind as I gagged again. My body protested, but I pushed through it, swallowing more of his salty meat, and shivering with pleasure as he began to leak into my throat.

He wasn’t forceful. Paul stood there, feeding himself into me, whilst gently caressing my cheek. Yet, without the man saying a single word, I knew that my job was to pleasure him. I bobbed back and forth, squeezing my lips around his saliva-soaked shaft, and winced when he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“Slow” he said sternly, and I slowed my pace immediately.

My own cock bulged inside the new cage. I hardly had the time to even come to terms with the fact that I could no longer touch something that I had enjoyed so many times before. Part of me already missed the freeing feeling of what I had taken for granted for so long, but the other part of me burned with excitement at the idea of handing Paul complete control of my most precious body part.

“More tongue” he said, and my tongue instinctively swirled around his helmet, prodding at his piss slit, and lapping at his sensitive frenulum. He groaned as I did it, still stroking me softly.

“Did I tell you to use your hands, boy?” He barked, slapping the back of my hand as I reached for his cock. “Behind your back” he said, and I obeyed him instantly, and held my hands behind my back as I slowly worked his rod.

“You’ll learn” he breathed, as more pre-cum drained into my throat. “Soon, you’ll crave the feeling. Every man you see, your submissive little mind will force you to imagine yourself between his legs, sucking, licking… Swallowing”.

My mouth flooded with hot sperm. The taste made me squirm as he shot thick ropes of the stuff into the back of my throat without a word of warning. I struggled on his cock, desperately trying not to drown as his seed oozed into my stomach. On a normal day, the idea of having somebody cum in my mouth would have made me puke, but this was no normal day. My cock ached for release. My hole begged to be filled and teased by the vibrator, and my brain urged me to gulp down the man’s semen. I swallowed and swallowed, and swallowed again, until Paul removed his cock from my mouth, held it in front of me and said “clean it”.

I licked up the spilled cum as it drooled down his shaft. I used my lips to suck out what remained in his urethra, and ran my hungry tongue through his wild bush of pubic hair, clearing up every last droplet of cum and spit that I could find, and when his cock glistened, he wiped it across my face.

“You’re due a workout” he said, as I remained on my knees, breathless and excited. “Tomorrow morning at six”.

“Six?!” I gasped. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been awake at six in the morning.

“Six” he nodded, “I have somebody I’d like you to meet”.

My sleep was marred by the events of the day. I’d sucked a cock. I, a seemingly straight young man, who, up until recently, had never even thought of a guy in those ways, had not just sucked a cock, but swallowed a fresh load right from the tap. The most confusing part of all, however, was that I had enjoyed every single second of it.

I tossed and turned all night. My mind worked overtime, but it was my caged cock that caused me the most trouble. It strained painfully, demanding release and relief alike, begging to be uncaged, if only for a moment, but Paul held the key.

When I finally woke, I stared at my naked body in the mirror. My morning wood was significantly less woody, but I had to admit that I looked quite good with my caged little package. My only concern was how on earth I was supposed to work out like that.

I reached the gym just as Paul pulled up in his car. It was a nice car, too. Expensive and fancy, just like the man, himself. “Nice to see you awake so early” he said, locking his car with click of a button. “Strip”.

I began walking next to him, until I heard the word, and my body froze.

“What?”

“Strip” he said, as though it was an entirely normal thing to say to somebody in the middle of a parking lot.

“Here?”

“Here”.

I looked around as my heart raced. Surely it was a joke? The parking lot was mostly empty, besides a couple of other cars, but how could he seriously expect me to strip naked in public?

“Paul, I–”

“Sir” he said, shooting me a stern look. “Talk when you’re naked”.

My cock began to swell again. Sure, it was terrifying, but there was also something incredibly exciting about the prospect of being naked outdoors. I looked around once more, and without thinking anymore of it, I shoved my shorts and boxer briefs to my ankles, and quickly dragged off my t-shirt.

The cool morning air whipped around my naked body as I hugged myself and kept my eyes alert.

“Turn” he said, and I shuffled around on my feet until I felt something cold and wet sliding between the cheeks of my ass and pushing inside my hole. I clenched, but it was too late. “A plug” he explained, seemingly unbothered that we were potentially seconds away from being caught. “Get dressed. Minus the underwear”.

It wasn’t particularly large, but the silicone plug made my butt hole stretch, even around the base. I pulled off my shorts and underwear, replacing them with just my shorts, and dressed quickly. As soon as I stood up, the plug rubbed along my prostate, and my cock tried to twitch.

“Fuck” I hissed, instinctively reaching for my junk, until I remembered the cage.

“Frustrating, huh?” Paul smiled, and led me by the shoulder, into the gym.

I had no idea how on earth I was supposed to work out like this. Every little movement made my sensitive parts tingle and squirm, but there was little I could to about it.

We started on the treadmill, and every step sent a shot of pleasure through my junk. We moved to the weights after that, Paul had me lie down on the bench, completely exposing my caged bulge to anybody who might have come in, but thankfully, the gym remained quiet throughout the workout.

“Who do you want me to meet?” I asked, assuming that it was some other gym guy, or perhaps a personal trainer.

“A friend” he told me, as we finished up an extremely difficult workout, and I looked down to find the crotch of my shorts drenched in pre-cum. “Don’t bother” he added, when I tried to cover myself.

I felt like a puppy behind him, as I followed. How had he completely corrupted my mind in such a short space of time? And why was I enjoying it so much? I hurried along into the changing rooms after him, and was relieved to see that they were empty. Somebody was in the shower area, but that part was hidden down the back.

“Strip” he said again, and although it was a little concerning that there was another person not too far away, I’d be able to hear them coming once the shower turned off. I undressed quickly, and stood naked before him.

Paul peeled off his sweaty clothes, and as soon as my eyes landed on his perfect cock, I remembered the delicious taste of it, and desperately wanted to return to my knees.

“Shower” he said, grabbing my arm.

“I… I thought–”

“Don’t think” he interrupted, “just do”.

My heart smashed in my chest as the two of us walked naked toward the showers. Did he realise that my cock was in a damn cage, and my ass was plugged?

“Pau… I mean, Sir, there’s somebody in there!”

“Correct” he said, and before I knew it, I was standing behind another man, equally as naked, and equally as ripped as Paul.

“Say hello, boy” Paul said to me, and when the naked man turned around, my eyes widened in disbelief.