The following story depicts graphic, unprotected sex between consenting adults over 21. This story is graphic in its use of sex play language and types of games played. Think: Golden Showers, among other things. If you object to this type of sex, go now; if you like it, tell me about it. Please consider making a generous donation to the Nifty Archives.
My-New-Handyman-Part Four
Steve has been working hard and has completed all the items on my To-Do List. So, now, I have to get to him via text message. He still works in the building, but our paths seldom cross naturally. The last time we were together was really great, and I have been thinking of new ways to spice it up with Steve. I want him every day, but that would be selfish. He does need to have a life of his own, I suppose. I stopped in at the local "nasty" store and looked around for interesting new toys. I picked up a stainless steel cock ring that should fit Steve nicely. I got a mask and a small riding crop. Who knows?
When I got home, I sent Steve a text: "Steve. Need you bad. 7PM. Matt."
His response: "Yes, sir!"
I showered and put on a tight jock that I've had for a while. It squeezes my package into a big bulge. It also has a snap-on cup. I also pulled out a pair of leather bicep bands that I hadn't worn in a while. They show off my veiny arms nicely. I put a tube of lube and a bottle of poppers on each night stand for easy reach. I brought some poppers into the living room too, and put a bottle in the shower room. I was all set. It was almost 7, so I put on a really nasty BDSM porn flick on the big screen TV, with the sound level low.
About then, I heard the key in the lock and the door opened. Steve walked in and stood for a moment looking down at the floor.
"Sorry, Sir. I was running late and didn't have time to change clothes, Sir. What can I do to make up for this horrible error?"
"You can go in the gym room and strip off those nasty work clothes. Then, put this on." I handed him the steel cock ring. "Once you are tied up in that, come back and start drinking, I want your bladder full tonight. So full, it hurts."
"Yes, Sir!"
Steve did as he was told, never looking up at me. I went to the kitchen and drank two more bottles of water and a beer. I needed to fill my bladder as well. I plan to have a lot of fun tonight, and I'm hoping to convince him to stay over this time.
STeve walked out and his cock and balls hung helplessly from the steel ring. The ring was very tight on him and almost hindered blood flow...Yum! He walked immediately to the refrigerator and pulled out a six-pack of beer. He guzzled on after the other, crushing the cans on his bald head, belching, and shouting, "Boo-Yah!" He knocked down six beers in just a few minutes/ Then, he drank a large bottle of water. He looked like nothing had fazed him - he was still sober and ready to go. He walked over to me, and stood very close.
"Permission to kiss you, sir?"
"Yes, you may."
Steve took my face in his strong hands and pulled me to him. He opened his lips and kissed me with great passion and tenderness. I could taste the beer, but his taste was stronger, and sweeter. He held me like that for a long time, my mouth suckling his and pressing into his passion. He finished the kiss and stepped back.
"Permission to proceed, sir?"
"It's time, yes, let's start tonight's exercises."
Steve turned and started to walk toward my bedroom. I stopped him.
"Not so fast, Steve. Come back over here. You first need to be punished for your mistake earlier. Bend over that shair, now!"
Steve gladly bent over the chair and I took the riding crop and began to strike his buttocks with it. Not too hard, enough to sting a little and make some noise. Steve reacted.
"Oh, yes sir! Beat me, sir! I was so bad. Beat my bad ass, sir."
Then he raised one leg up onto the chair, exposing his ball sack dangling between his legs.
"Punish me good, sir! I need to be hit, hard. Hit my ass, beat my balls."
So, I started getting more aggressive spanking his ass with the crop. I wanted to be careful around his balls, but I flicked them now and again, causing a sting that set Steve screaming. He liked this more than I imagined he would. There must be a backstory here that I need to learn.
I hit his ass until it was bright red all over. There were a few marks left behind. His ball sack was also a little red, and his balls hung very low.
When I stopped, Steve turned around to face me.
"Thank you, sir, I needed that. Please, you should punish me more often."
Ok, so I am really and amateur at the BDSM stuff, but Steve clearly had some preferences. I grabbed hold of his soft-hanging cock and used it to pull him into the bathroom. We had spent a lot of time doing other things while the beer and water had time to descend. I walked into the shower and I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. I wanted to try something new.
"Steve, piss on me."
"No, sir, I couldn't!"
"Yes, you can and you will. I want your hot piss sprayed all over my chest, and my cock and balls, and I want to taste your fresh, hot piss. Do it. Now!"
I spread my arms out wide and waited. Soon, Steve was standing over me, raining down his hot piss. It felt glosious! I had given golden showers before, but never taken one. I liked it.
"Oh, yes, Steve, piss on me, hit me all over. Feed me your piss."
Steve moved closer and I leaned forward. I took his cock in my lips and his piss ran into my mouth. It was hot, salty, tangy, and it tasted like the nectar of the gods.
He finished his piss in my mouth and stepped back.
"Holy, fuck, Steve. Now I see why you want me to do it to you. That's so fucking hot! Lay down!"
Steve laid down on the floor and I let my piss fire out onto his naked, hairy body. I had so much piss, relief felt like an orgasm. I rained all over Steve and he smiled. When I was getting close to finished, I aimed directly into Steve open mouth and he drank the rest of my hot piss. I pulled him up from the floor and grabbed him into a firm embrace, rubbing our piss-covered bodies together. I kissed him and we swapped each other's piss from mouth to mouth. I had never felt this before and it was hot.
I didn't want to wash it off, so I dragged Steve into the bedroom and threw him down on my bed, facing up. I straddled his stomach and rubbed his gorgeous body, now his chest hair was matted with our piss. I rubbed him and enjoyed the feeling of his wet hair running through my fingers. I leaned back a little and Steve started rubbing my chest and abs. My pissed cover hair was dark and sticking to my skin. My cock was so hard and Steve hadn't even touched it yet.
I got off of Steve, and moved down to his ass. I shoved my face into his crack. It smelled like a nasty working man's ass. Our piss had run into his crack and mixed with his sweat and musk from the day. I pushed his legs up in the air and buried my face in his funk. I licked his bung hole and sucked on his sphincter. I shoved my nose into his cunt and inhaled the stench. I was diving in and out of a pleasure palace. Then, I moved up and dove into his hairy, smelly armpits. Oh, god, he was so hot! Finally, I calmed down and rolled onto my back. Steve said, "Permission to inhale you, sir?"
"Absolutely!"
Steve went to work on me. He face fucked my ass, pushing his tongue into my hole and scraping out the day's funk. He rammed his nose inside me. He stuck a finger inside me and scraped around, then brought the finger out and sucked on it. He licked and kissed my taint and then he licked his way up my abs and chest, diving into my hairy pits and licking off the piss and sweat. All I could hear was, "Yummmmm."
When he had finished cleaning me, he squatted above my monster rod and sat down on, impaling himself until he landed at the base of my shaft.
"Oh, yeah, Steve, that's it. Puch my fuck stick into your cunt. Pump it in and out of your hot cunt."
"Yes, sir! Your cock is my master, sir."
He pumped for a long time, we hit the poppers a lot to stay hard without cumming. I told him to get off me and get on his back. I got in position and grabbed his legs and threw them over my shoulders. I took a big hit and then jammed my piston into his cunt. Steve cried out and hit the popper again. I shoved myself into ram his gland and Steve kept screaming.
"Fuck me, sir, fuck me deep. I want your meat to tear my cunt apart. Punish me more with that hard piston, driving my guts deep inside me. Fuck, yeah, sir. Fuck!"
I kept driving, thrust after thrust, trying to dig into Steve's cunt and make him bigger. I kept hitting the popper and getting higher. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I couldn't even think about cummiong yet. So, I flipped Steve over and pulled his ass up into doggie-style. Then, I jammed my rocket inside him with a bang. Steve grunted, the air knocked out of him. I started my assault from this better angle and knew that I was in as deep as his cunt could handle.
"Oh, fuck, sir. You are tearing my cunt up, fuck me hard. Oh god, I need to be used and fucked, sir. Fuck me, cum in me. Give me your hot seed."
"I'm fucking your hot cunt and digging it out. I can't get enough of your pussy, it's so wet and open. Fuck, yeah, I'm going to cum. Fuck, I'm close. Fuuck!"
My cock exploded so hard the tip stung. I could feel thick ropes of hot cum shooting out of me. I had no control, it kept shooting on its own. I just held on and let it go. Steve's head was bent back and back was arched high. He screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah! Oh, sir, fuck!!"
At last, the cum dump subsided and I pulled out. I looked down and saw the Steve's cock had managed to get hard, and he had spewed his load all over both of us. It was a massive dump of cum that stuck in our chest hair and ran down Steve's face. It was a mess. Steve still hadn't relaxed from it. His body was tensed up and his back still arched upward, and he just kept saying, "Fuck!" over and over again. I started to rub his chest and stomach, helping to calm him down to relax.
"C'mon, buddy, calm down. Let's rest a while and then go take a shower."
We laid together with Steve's head on my chest, and we fell asleep. We didn't wake up until almost dawn.
"Steve, hey buddy, Steve, it's time we got up."
He was groggy as he opened his eyes. He looked at the clock and realized that he'd stayed over. He started to panic and apologize and grovel. I stopped him.
"Steve, stop. I'm glad you stayed. I had such a great time last night, I didn't want it to ever end. I loved falling asleep and waking up with you in my arms. Don't you get it? I'm not sold on the whole "boss me around" thing. I do it because you like it, and I'll keep doing it for you. But, the truth is, I just want you around because I like you and you're fucking gorgeous, and your are great in bed. Fuck, man, what more do you want?"
Steve said, "Matt, look, let me think about this for a while. I've been a sub for so long, I'm not sure I know anything else. Somebody has always used me for sex and been in charge of my sex life. Somebody has always abused me and beat me, and I've taken it without ever fighting back. It's just part of me to be used, I think. To change that might be bad. I need to think. I'm going home to shower and get ready for work. Thanks for a great night. Text me when you want me again.
Steve went out, got dressed and walked out of my apartment. I wasn't sure what to do now. I thought that I should probably give him some space, so I decided not to text him for a while.
[END PART FOUR]