So there I was . . . coming home in the middle of the night, dead tired from a very long day at the office. We had this project that had to get done by tomorrow (or is it today?), that fell to me to finish.
I had my suit coat over one shoulder, my tie undone, and my eyes barely open. I wanted to get to my apartment, take a hot shower, and crash for at least 12 hours.
As I approached the front door of my apartment building, I saw a man dressed in jeans, black jacket, boots, and a hat come out of an apartment. He pulled another man out with him.
This man was naked, except for shoes, and was sporting a huge boner, helped by a steel cock ring. He was stroking his cock continuously. I stopped, dumbfounded that this could be going on at my apartment building.
I didn't recognize either of the men, but that didn't mean much, because I didn't know many of the residents in my building. The scene mesmerized me. Suddenly, I was wide awake, wondering what was going on.
I am no prude, but I hadn't had a great deal of sexual experiences in my 22 years. I was always the nerd that was left out of any group or any selection process, whether it be for a game of dodge-ball or dates for a dance.
I had one very clumsy session with a girl in college in the back seat of her car. She fumbled around with my pants, squeezing my dick, and trying to get it out through my briefs and my zipper.
I was trying to get my hand into her underpants, which seemed to be made of industrial strength rubber or something. I think it was some kind of girdle.
Anyway, I got more interested in what she was doing to me, because the sensation of someone else touching my cock was amazing. It took about a minute for me to shoot and cover my lap and her hand with spunk.
She wiped her hand on my pants, and told me I was pathetic. Then she opened her door and told me to get out, and she exited the car. I was trying to get myself together, and get out of the car at the same time.
That was my one and only sexual encounter. I usually had a time in the evening after dinner when I would spend some time surfing porn and whacking off.
I had found a site where these clothed women were dominating naked. For some reason, the fact that the guys were naked, while the other person was dressed, seemed to be a big turn on for me. I kept imagining myself at the mercy of someone, and it would get me hard in no time, and shooting soon afterwards.
So watching the scene in front of me unfold was pushing all my sexual buttons.
Naked guy was told to lay down on his back on the sidewalk. He continued to stroke his cock, as he lay supine on the dirty sidewalk. The guy in charge, or so I imagined him, placed the sole of his boot over the guys mouth.
Naked guy started licking the gritty sole of the boot, all the while continuing to stroke outside, in public, exposed to the world. The guy, the master, pushed his boot down on the guy's face.
Then he moved to the guy's chest and left a dirty boot print on his chest.
Next, master moved down and kicked the guy's hands away from his dick and stepped on his dick, smashing it down into his balls. Naked guy just lay there.
The master had the guy roll over and get on his knees. He ordered him to clean his boots, and naked guy bowed his head to do this. He had his hand back on his enormous cock, stroking it. It had to be at least 9 or 10 inches long. My own was only 6-1/2" on a good day, so his was very impressive to me.
I had seen men on the net with all sizes of dicks, but most of the ones being dominated seemed to be smaller.
The master leaned over, ran his hand down naked man's crack, and then forced 2 or 3 fingers into his ass. Fuck! That must hurt! I had seen guys being forced to have dildos or butt plugs inserted into their ass, and I couldn't imagine what the pain would be like, or the degradation of having someone do that to me.
Naked guy kept licking away on the boots. The master continued to penetrate the guy's ass with his fingers. Finally, he withdrew them, and must have told the man to raise his head, because he did. The master fed his fingers to the man, and he began licking them clean. What did it taste like to clean fingers that had been in your ass?
At that point I reached down and realized I was rock hard and my slacks were tented out. I squeezed my dick, as I stood mesmerized, and continued to watch.
Naked guy was again on his back. The master lit a cigarette, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a huge cock. It wasn't even hard, and had to be 6 or 7 inches long. He pointed it at naked man and began to piss all over him.
Fuck! I couldn't imagine how degrading that would be, to let someone pee all over you. I squeezed my dick and moaned.
That brought the master's head up and he saw me. Oh fuck! I started to turn and head away, when I heard, "Hey, asshole! Get your ass over here!"
There was such power in his deep manly voice that I had to comply. I turned and, with my head lowered, walked over to him.
He laughed, reached out, and squeezed my dick though my slacks, as he said, "Little guy gets turned on watching a man being used." He moved his boot back up onto naked guy's piss-wet chest, and left a muddy print, as he moved the sole of the boot around the guy's chest and stomach.
My mouth was dry and my cock throbbed from his molestation. "I asked you a question, boy," he said moving his hand lower and grabbing my balls.
I gasped, and tried to figure out what the question was. "I asked you if you get turned on seeing a man being used?" he asked, as he applied more pressure to my nuts.
I nodded my head vigorously, thinking that agreeing would get him to stop the torture on my balls.
"The answer, boy, is 'Yes, Sir!' Do you understand?" He squeezed even more. I was up on my tiptoes trying to get away from his massive hand and powerful grip.
"Yes, Sir!" I managed to squeak out. He laughed, as he released my balls and went back to fondling my dick. Adrenaline was rushing through my body, and I began to shiver. It wasn't cold, but something was winding me tighter and tighter.
"Take off your shirt, boy," he said, keeping his hand on my crotch.
In a daze, I dropped my suit coat to the ground and started pulling off my tie. I was stunned when I felt a slap across my face. "You respond to every command with 'Yes, Sir!' Understand?"
"Yes, Sir!" I said, as tears streamed down my face. Both the force of his slap, and the humiliation, had got them going.
I pulled off my tie as fast as I could, leaving a mess of a knot in the tie, and started working on the buttons of my shirt. "Hurry up, boy!" he said, and reached over and ripped open my shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere.
"Yes, Sir!" I said, as I pulled off the shirt and started in on my t-shirt.
"Fuck this, boy!" he said, and wrenched the t-shirt out of my hand and shredded it, as he removed it from my body.
"Yes, Sir!" I managed, as I stood there trembling in front of him.
He reached out and ran his calloused hand across my chest. He pinched my left nipple fiercely between his thumb and forefinger, causing me to gasp. He laughed and used his other hand to pinch my right nipple.
Once again, I rose up on my tiptoes, trying to relieve the pain. Of course, it didn't work. He was looking me straight in the eyes. I saw his eyes moving to look from one eye to another. It was like he was looking inside of me, taking the measure of me.
I don't know what he saw, but he smiled a wicked, twisted smile. "You like this don't you, boy?"
I didn't want to know what would happen if I said, `no', so I said, "Yes, Sir!"
He laughed, and I saw motion below me. He was grinding his boot heel into the crotch of naked guy below me. I had forgotten about him, once this guy, this master, had taken me over.
"You want to be just like him, don't you boy?" he asked menacingly, as he stared into my eyes, once again.
My trembling was beginning to overwhelm me. I nodded, and then managed to mumble a weak, "Yes, Sir."
"Speak up, boy!" he said, practically roaring in my face. I smelled his cigarette breath, and, for some reason, wondered what it would be like to kiss a man.
I focused and said, "Yes, Sir," as coherently as possible.
He put one hand under my chin and pushed me up on my tiptoes. With the other, he reached down and undid my belt. My arms hung by my side. I could still breathe, but I knew I couldn't do anything to stop him. I didn't know if I wanted to stop him.
He pulled, and the button at the top of my slacks ripped off. He pulled down my zipper and let my slacks drop to the ground. He laughed again, as he looked down at my tented white briefs.
"Your tighty-whities are all tented out by your little boy dick," he said, as he mashed my dick with his hand. He was staring in my eyes again, as he reached around and slid his hand down the back of my underwear.
He cupped one ass cheek and squeezed. I pulled some air in between my clenched teeth and, again, he chuckled, as he continued to watch my face.
Next, his hand was running along my crack, finding my hole. I clinched up tightly at that, and, again, there was a chuckle. "Never had anything up there, boy?" he asked, staring intently at my face.
"No, Sir," I managed through clenched teeth. I couldn't move my mouth much, because of the grip he had on my chin.
Back was the wicked smile. "Take off his shoes and socks." This was addressed to the naked man, who responded with the "Yes, Sir!"
I felt my slacks being removed from my ankles, as he removed first one set of shoes and socks, and then the other. Again, my trembling was back in a rush, and I knew he could feel it as well.
"Now, boy, to prove to me that you want this, that you crave this, that you are enjoying this, push down your underwear." He looked back and forth between my eyes. "Understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I managed. I could barely control my hands, as I placed them at my waist band and pushed them down. They got caught on my dick, and that's when reality kicked back in, and I realized where I was and what I was doing. Oh fuck! Naked, in front of my apartment, letting some stranger control me. What was wrong with me? What had come over me?
I couldn't bend to push them down any further than just below my balls. He gave that wicked smile and must have signaled naked man, because I felt them pulled the rest of the way off, and my feet prodded to raise them. He gave me that crooked smile. He reached down and encircled my dick with his hand and squeezed.
I groaned, and he chuckled. He released my dick and whispered, "Stroke it, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, as I took my cock in my left hand and began to stroke.
He released my chin and stepped back to watch me. I was shivering, as I stroked furiously on my dick. I wanted to feel that rush, I wanted that wave to engulf me. I closed my eyes and tried to see this in an out-of-body way. Me standing naked on the sidewalk, in a public place, controlled by this powerful stranger.
"Open your eyes, boy!" he commanded. They flashed open, and I saw him watching my face more than my body, as I fought to bring myself to that brink. Not that it was much of a fight. My whole being wanted this. I was breathing in ragged breaths through clenched teeth, as I reached that point. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I felt that I shot six feet on the first blast. I felt my toes curl up and every muscle in my body tense, as I shot and shot and shot.
I shuddered, as I squeezed the last of the cum from my dick. At that point, reality really came crashing in. I looked around me to see if anyone had seen me. I had never jerked off in front of anyone! And here I was naked on the sidewalk, in a public place, following the commands of some stranger. Oh fuck! I was so screwed!
I brought my hands over to cover my crotch, and crouch down, looking for something to hide my nudity. He laughed at me, as he lit a cigarette. "Reality, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," and this time the shivering was obvious in my voice. I seemed to be trying to shrink myself down to the smallest possible form, thinking I might just be able to remove myself from the whole scene, if I could just make myself very small.
"Stand up, boy!" he commanded. My whole body was rebelling at the very thought of this whole scene.
Tears were flowing, and I could only shake my head. He strode over to me, grabbed me by the chin and pulled me up. I still clutched my crotch. He batted my hands away and said, "What do you say, boy?"
"Yes, Sir" I said, through tears and runny nose. He smiled and said, "Good boy."
He held me there for a moment, looking me over from head to toe. "I think you will make a great boy. You need this, boy, don't you?" he asked, staring into my eyes.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, not knowing why I said that.
"You want this, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, while more tears streamed down my face.
"You crave this, don't you, boy?" he said fiercely, as he took my measure, once more.
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, resigning myself to the decision I had just made. My shoulders slumped, but my heart raced.
He put his arm around my shoulder and led me away. He took me to a black SUV and opened the back door. I climbed in, and he climbed in beside me. Naked guy climbed into the driver seat and passed the master (what was I supposed to call him, besides `sir'?) my wallet and keys.
My eyes went wide, as I thought of the implications of that.
He opened my wallet and looked through it. My trembling was back. "How does it feel, Larry Lambert, to know that your whole life is now in my hands?"
My heart went crazy, and my mind raced through all that it meant. He now knew where I lived, where I worked, all my credit information, the keys to my apartment, and I realized he also had my phone, with all my contacts - family, and everyone's phone number. Oh, shit! I was screwed. I felt like I was going to throw up!
I collapsed into myself. He put his arm on my shoulders again, "You have to trust me, boy. I will not fuck with your life, unless you leave me no option. When we get to our destination, we will discuss your role, the rules, and what this new life will mean for you."
He lifted my face again, and said, "You said you needed this, boy. I am just following your wishes. Your dick told me you wanted this, as well. However, I will give you sometime to think this over, boy."
This man was so strong, so powerful, so knowledgable, so overwhelming, so understanding, so masculine, so commanding, so in control. I wanted this, but I was concerned about what it meant for my life. How would my life change? Would I still have any of my old life at all? Would I be just turning my life over to him?
Fuck! I was so confused. He fondled my dick, and it sprang to life. He laughed his knowing laugh, and patted me on the head. "I know, boy, that you will enjoy this new life you found at your front door."
I was afraid he was right, but my mind was spinning with everything I was wondering about, worrying about, concerned about, thinking about, desiring, and lusting after. I was also wondering what my life would be like, if I had just come home 15 minutes earlier.
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