May 5, 1999
"Mark's Humiliation"
By botpuppy
This is my first attempt at writing anything like this, and if it pleases a few people that's my reward. It is inspired by a story that really turned me on, "Dominated by Doug", by percxyz. My story, as is his, is loosely based on an actual true life relationship.
The usual caveats about adult material and sexual content apply, and sometimes the language is crude, so if you find any of that offensive, please don't continue. Any comments and suggestions please address to "botpuppy@aol.com"
"Mark's Humiliation" Part 1
My name is Mark. I am 27, about 5'10 and 165. I'm a blond. All over, even my pits and pubes. I am sitting here in the gym locker room and see this dark haired guy taking off his jeans and shirt. He is a real hunk, maybe 6', 175, and really hung, with black bushy pits and pubes. He starts to put his dick and balls into a jock, and its all I can do to keep my bone out of sight as I watch him. He reminds me so much of Steve.
Steve...
He was my best friend in high school, and I really thought he was great. We were both on the tennis team, and he was a real jock. 5'11, about 165 and dark, handsome good looks. Man was he hung! I know because I would peek at him when we were in the shower, and I had to try to hide my boner so he didn't know that I was turned on to him. He may have caught me sometimes but he never said anything, so I felt cool about it.
Steve and I would double date often although I had begun to realize that I was more interested in him than I was in the girls. Still I enjoyed being with him and I was attractive enough that I could always get a girl for the night. This night we went to a club and danced and had some laughs. Steve was driving with his girl, Gail in the front seat and I was in the back with mine. We parked down at the river and started to kiss and make out. I wasn't really interested, but I went because it gave me a chance to be with Steve. My girl was groping me while I went through the motions of kissing her and feeling up her breasts. Steve and his chick seemed to be having a good time too, but all of a sudden she started shouting at him to keep his dick in his pants. Then she wanted to go home and really made a scene.
Well we drove them home and then drove back to Steve's house. He was really pissed because he thought that he was finally going to get into her pants and she wasn't having any of it. We got to his house and he asked me in. No one was home and he was really raising hell about her and how horny he was and what a bitch his girl was.
Then he asked me if I wanted to have some beers, and he took a 6 pack of his dad's Bud out of the fridge. Then we went down to his bedroom, which was in the basement, and had a tv, stereo, and a bathroom, all private and a real nice setup for an 18 year old.
We played some music and drank a beer. I am not much of a drinker but he was still steamed and had another while I nursed mine. Then he drank another and before I knew it, he had polished off 5 beers. He got up to go to the bathroom and was unsteady on his feet. I helped him into the toilet and he managed to stand up to pee. I made sure that I didn't miss the sight of his big dick and that stream of yellow piss spurting into the bowl.
Then he said that I better spend the night with him because he couldn't drive. That was fine with me, so I just called my parents and told them my plans.
We stripped down, I to my briefs and he all the way, telling me he always slept nude. I had to help him some because he seemed kinda tipsy, but we got into his bed and I turned out the lights. I said good night and all I heard was him snoring softly.
He was sleeping on his side facing me and when my eyes got accustomed to the darkness, I could see his chest heaving softly in a deep sleep. I could see his cock too, and it was a treat to look at. Even soft it was almost 5 inches long and nice and thick. He is cut, with a big dark head, and that crown of black curly pubes was a real turn on.
I lay there wide awake getting even hotter than I do when I watch him in the showers at school. I just couldn't take my eyes off him and fantasized about him making me be his sex toy, me there only to get him off whenever he wanted to. I had never even touched another guy's dick, but I longed to take Steve's in my hand and feel his hardness. I wondered how I could ever take his whole cock in my mouth, and started to leak precumm into my briefs.
Just then he turned over onto his back and resumed hi soft steady breathing. I got up on my elbow so I could see his dick just laying off to one side. I decided that I just had to touch it. My hand was trembling but I just couldn't help myself. Besides, I thought those beers really had him buzzed , and that he was out for the night. I reached over and put my hand on his dick, ever so gently. It was warm to my touch and felt wonderful. I checked and he was still sound asleep, breathing softly.
Then I just couldn't resist and I leaned down and licked his big cock head. It was so warm and soft that I shivered. I got bolder and took the head between my lips- OOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo damn I nearly fainted I was so thrilled.
I felt his cock stirring and figured I had dared too much and that had I better quit. I started to pull away when I felt Steve's hand on the back of my head pushing me back down on his cock. Confused, I looked up to see him wide awake and sneering at me. "Boy you really look like you're enjoying yourself. Get back down there, you cocksucker" he said.
OOOH NOOOOOOO, I was stunned and could feel myself blushing. "No Steve I was just sleepwalking or something" I stammered. I knew it was lame, but I had to say something or I would lose my friend forever.
"Bullshit u fucking fairy I know how you been sneaking looks at my body in the shower room. I've been waiting for you to make a move on me all year now". I was devastated, what could I do to make this right?
"Get your cock sucking faggot mouth back on my dick, or else". Gosh, what did or else mean? I decided not to find out so I went back to his dick, which was fully erect now. 81/2 inches I guessed and leaking. I opened my mouth and took the head in, tasting his sweet precumm,.but he wasn't content with that and took my head with both of his hands and forced me down on his cock. I had no choice but to swallow. His cock was buried deep in my throat when the first spurt shot forth and I never even tasted it. But the force of Steve's orgasm jerked his hips back and two large salty spurts covered my tongue. He then plunged in again, emptying more of himself down my throat. Then he pulled back and held the head on my tongue. Another larger spurt of his hot cum shot out, then he milked the shaft with his hand for a second. I flicked my tongue over the head, lapping up the large drop of sperm he had squeezed out.
He came and I gagged from the all of his man juice. Then my own dick just started to spasm and I squirted my load into my briefs. I couldn't believe that I shot without even touching myself. He laid there with his cock in my mouth for a little while, then told me that he was going back to sleep. He rolled over and his cock plopped out of my mouth.
I had a hard time falling to sleep, lying there worried that I had really messed up our relationship and how he would act in the morning, and I prayed that maybe he was drunk enough not to remember what had happened.
The sun shone in through the window and I woke up as he got out of bed, went into the bathroom and peed, making a lot of noise. My prayers were unanswered, as he returned and looked down at me stroking himself casually as if he were trying to figure out what he was going to do. Finally he told me to get on my back and strip, and as I did he noticed the yellow stains in my briefs. This really turned him on and he remarked about what a total faggot I was, coming in my pants while I was sucking a man's dick. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at him, and just hung my head down in shame.
He then got into the bed and straddled me, one of his knees in either of my arm pits. His cock was hard now, and leaking. "It' good to have a cock sucker around to take care of my morning woodie", he said, "now open that mouth so that I can fuck your face, boy". I did as I was told, telling myself that there was nothing else that I could do in that situation. However, my cock was hard as a rock and I realized that his cock was exactly what I wanted.
He began to hump in my mouth moving with nice easy strokes. " Lick my balls for me, boy. Yea that's it, show me how much you enjoy it, you little cocksucker". I was licking him eagerly by then. "Get down under my balls now", and I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh, the musky male taste and smell of him down there was wonderful. He must have liked that because he started to moan.
This went on for a while, then he raised up and told me that it was time for him to fuck my face and to get ready for a good ride. He put his hard dick in my mouth and pushed it down until my nose was in his bush, stayed there for a while as he adjusted my face to the position he wanted me in. His cock grew thick and my mouth was so full that it was all I could do to tongue him on the under side of his cock. Then he started pumping up and down into my mouth, forcing me to breathe in little gasps as he used me like he would fuck a girl. He started to get real vigorous now, supporting his hands on either side of my head like he was doing pushups with his dick in my mouth. He was getting used to this new sexual activity now, I guess because he didn't shoot off nearly as fast as he did last night. I would find out later that he could last a long time, and I would wind up sore from our sessions a lot of times.
Then he began to breathe harder and I felt that swelling in his dick that I would soon learn to crave. With a loud cry his cock exploded in my mouth and his semen gushed out filling me up and running down my cheeks. Still he kept humping in me, his cock encased by his own seed in my warm mouth. He lay that way for a while and then he just rolled over and lay back for a while. I was still savoring the taste of his big load when he told me to get up and get out before his parents awoke.
I was still in a daze as I put my soiled briefs back on and dressed.
"Hey fairy, that was a great blow job." I noticed that he hadn't called me by name all morning, and learned that from now on I was to be fairy, boy, faggot, almost anything but Mark. I just stood there hanging my head submissively. "I want you back here at 7 PM, my parents are going away for the weekend, and I'm going to teach you how a real faggot serves its man".
I started for the stairs and he caught me by the arm, spun me around and told to remember that I wasn't to jerk off all day, or for that matter touch my dick at any time unless he gave me permission.
"What do you say boy?" Confused, I stammered "OK, Steve". He sneered at me. "Don't you ever call me Steve again you faggot! From now on when I allow you to speak you call me `Sir,' you got that you fairy? "What do you have to say now?"
"Yes Sir, I will never touch my dick without your permission. And thank You for the two loads you gave me, Sir". I kept my head down submissively. He seemed pleased with that, and dismissed me, with "Now get going and don't be late, 7 sharp".
Walking the mile to my house gave me a lot of time to think about all that had happened. I knew that our friendship as it had existed was over. Instead of his buddy I was now going to be just an outlet for his sexual satisfaction. This saddened me because I really like Steve. But I realized that this new relationship had me fascinated. The idea of being dominated by a hot stud like Steve had been a fantasy of mine since boyhood, and now here it was, a reality. I found myself feeling very grateful to be Steve's bottom, boy, slave or whatever else he had in mind for me, despite his contempt and my humiliation in being treated like a used condom that he discarded when he had no further use for me.
I began to think ahead to tonight, wondering what kind of degradation I would have to endure in order to experience the strange pleasures that I experience from his domination of me.
The day just dragged on and on, and I fought with myself not to jerk off while I thought about Steve and how I felt rewarded when he decided that he was ready to deposit a load of his semen in my mouth. I busied myself in cutting the lawn, cleaning out the garage, and all those jobs that my mom always nags me to do. That helped, but my dick was aching from being hard all day with no relief. Something told me that I wasn't completely in control of myself any more and that Steve would be displeased with me if I got off without his permission.
It was after 5 now and mom called me for dinner. She and dad were real pleased with me for doing all that yard work, and they readily agreed when I asked for permission to spend the weekend at Steve's. I smiled when she asked if I would need some clothes washed but just said, no, I was OK that way. I excused myself from the dinner table and went upstairs to pack a few things and get cleaned up. I took a real hot bath and soaked for a while to relax my muscles , as they were aching, from stress I suppose. Then I shaved and used some after shave and deodorant, primping like I was going out on a date. I wore a clean pair of white jockeys, black jeans that fit nice and snug, and a fresh white tee shirt, dockers and white socks. I threw some extra briefs and tee shirts in a bag, checked my looks in the mirror, and left to walk to Steve' house. I was early, but he had told me not to be late.
On the way, I became apprehensive about how hostile he had been earlier. How was he going to act tonight? Then I realized that he was treating me exactly how I longed to be treated, and I was thrilled that I was going to submit to his domination of me. It took a long time for me understand that a dominant male is really doing that because he knows that his sub needs it and that the submissive partner would be unhappy if he were treated like an equal. But for now, I didn't have any concerns about the physchology of this, I was eager to get to serve Steve in any way that he wanted me too.
To be continued if any one has enjoyed this and wants me to continue.
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