Not suitable for under 18's Support Nifty ********************** He knew as I got the bus, that when I sat down for Sunday dinner with my siblings and family that he was fucking my brain. All it took was the jock I had on to be totally melting my brain and making me eager. **********************
Part 3: Starting to Melt my Brain
We live in a world, sexually, where it's all about cumming. Man or Woman. It's all about achieving that blissful state of orgasm. We often go at it, pounding away, totally forgetting that the brain needs as much attention as your cock or ass or tits or pussy. Your brain needs feeding the good stuff to get you to a state of orgasmic ecstasy.
After that afternoon at Jeff's that seemed to build slowly only for him to dress me up and then strip me partly down and kick me out my head was a mess. A real, total, orgasm inducing mess. What's more, at the time I'd not realised what was being done to me. How it was deliberate, how it was conditioning. The shit Dom's, Masters, Sirs, Alphas etc would have had me chocking on cock and breaking my ass open in a few minutes. But not Jeff; no, he wanted to send me out feeling both owned and a million bucks.
On the bus I'd casually felt my junk through my jeans, feeling the smooth leather, even containing groans of sheer pleasure. As I walked the last bit home I caught myself strutting up the road, I had to catch myself. Breath, calm myself down and walk like a normal person.
As I got in the smells of my moms home cooked dinner hit my nostrils. A chicken roast, well two chickens with our family. I sat next to my sister who I'd had the argument with earlier, apologised, made up and chatted football with my big brother. In my pocket though my phone buzzed a few times.
As soon as dinner was done I skipped off to my attic room to watch some TV and more importantly check my phone.
Feeling tight?' Feeling dirty?' Feeling whoreish?' Feeling slutty?'
All the messages, obviously from Jeff. At first I didn't know quite how to reply. I realised my pulse rate was up, my breathing rapid my face flushed. I went to my door and slid my bolt across giving myself some privacy. I took off my T-shirt, jeans etc and stood in just the leather jock, touching it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was grinning like an idiot. Then I thrust three fingers down my throat and chocked myself, staring at myself. I held my phone up and snapped a picture.
I then replied to Jeff `I think I'm definitely feeling tight, dirty, whoreish and slutty'. I could see he'd seen the message and picture but there was no reply. It left me feeling empty as three hours passed. I eventually passed out on my bed in nothing but the jock.
At 6am, a reply came "keep it on, visit me after your classes today. Don't shower boy"
I was a mess it had to be said. My mind buzzing. `Don't shower' seemed kind of crazy. But then walking into classes knowing that under my jeans was a leather jock just sent my brain wild. My concentration was fucked. I was looking at class mates and lecturer's with a sense of dumb lust. By the time classes ended at 1am I sprinted out.
A message sat on my phone from Jeff. `Door will be open, boots, gloves in hallway for you to put on'.
A normal 10minute walk took about five minutes. I was sweaty, so turned on, so desperate. The front door of his house open. I followed the instructions, stripped, put my boots and gloves on, checked myself in the mirror and walked into the living room.
Jeff was there, in the full leather gear he'd been in yesterday. He seemed to be holding some form of black truncheon that he hit into the palm of his right hand.
"Don't speak boy, remain standing, let me inspect." He ran the truncheon over parts of my body, making it shake. "How's that brain of yours today boy, don't answer, let me guess? It's totally fucked?"
I nodded, unable to speak. Stunned that I seemed to be unable to talk.
He smiled. "That's called being in heat boy. It happens in nature, being in heat is a natural state or in your case a manipulated one."
"Knees" he barked again. I sank, looking up. "Do you think I'm going to let you suck my cock boy?" He asked in a straight forward way.
"No Sir, you've not manipulated me enough, you've not conditioned me enough, you're a better Master, Sir, Alpha, Boss. You need to make sure I'm properly conditioned" My voice was weird, desperate, a little crazy.
Jeff laughed. "Thats all very perceptive of you boy, well done, but you need some release don't you?"
I nodded "yes, yes please Sir, something to ease it Sir".
He stepped back, looked at no doubt the pathetic, half slumped me on his floor. "Maybe boy, maybe you can eat my jock. I'll leave it in place and you can make it shine?"
I noticed tears in my eyes, tears of desperation "yes, yes please Sir, please Sir, I'll make it shine".
He turned around and turned back and flung me a pad and pen.
"Write a note, in praise of me, then I'll see." I scrambled for the pad and got to work, panting away.
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