Hi. This is Brian writing -- the guy you've been reading about? Kyle thought I should be the one who wrote about my submission, and what happened after that. (I should explain something before I begin the story: Kyle told me I don't have to use his honorifics unless we're alone, or if we're at certain functions where there are Doms and subs. He knows I'm still learning, and it might get boring. Also, I'm allowed to write my name with a capital letter. I laughed when I wrote that because Kyle has a way of saying my name that always makes me feel like it's all in lower case. It's one of the ways he dominates me. I can't figure out how he does it, but I love it. Not as much as I love the collar I wear, and way more than the cage that he puts on my dick at times. If I went through a list of what I liked more and what I liked less, I'd use a lot of space).
I'm writing on the weekend. Kyle wanted to go into the office after his time at the gym so that he could catch up on things. I'll miss the musky aroma he brings back from the gym, and the horniness too: Kyle almost always fucks me right after the Saturday gym visits. He'll probably fuck me later, but without the masculine aroma he has, it won't be the same.
Some of you will be surprised when I say: I'm dressed. Well, sort of. It's something that as far as I know, is not that common in our community. Most of the subs I've met have told me their Doms like them naked as much as possible. Kyle's not like that. He wants me dressed because he enjoys Undressing me so much (and thinking about it is getting me even hornier, and it's been four days since he put on the cage, so I'd best stop thinking about it). I'm the one who likes to be naked, so I'm sitting here, wearing a shirt that's unbuttoned all the way down, and shorts. I have on the shorts because Kyle has already told me he plans to tickle the back of my knees when he gets back, and I'm sort of playing "Russian Roulette" with the shirt, because if I don't get it buttoned up before he sees me, there's a punishment to come. Probably, it's another day of the cage, and an extra spell of tickling. He told me that the cage could come off tomorrow "if I behave."
But I'm drifting. I get that way when I think about the last 18 months -- actually, longer than that. It was 18 months ago that Kyle took my picture, and we started our relationship, but I had noticed Kyle at least a couple of months before that. I noticed him because, ultimately, Kyle is not subtle. His cruising of me was very obvious. He would lick his lips, or say "yum" as he passed by, or do something else. At first, I really got upset but then, one time, I was walking with my friend Stephanie when he passed. When he was out of earshot, Steph said to me "GOD. What a hunk! And he likes you." I remember I blushed and laughed. "Yeah, he checks me out a lot." She stopped walking "AND YOU HAVEN'T RESPONDED?" I remember I got impatient. "Steph, he's clearly GAY. And I'm straight!" She looked me in the eye and said, "And you've clearly got a hard-on." Now I blushed more because she was right. "What is it, Brian? Is it that sexy tattoo?" (Kyle didn't mention it but he has a big tattoo up and down his left arm. It's a dragon with its wings out and claws showing). "Or is it the man smell? Or is it the muscles? DAYUM. I wish I could be gay so I could be crushed in those muscles." I didn't say anything to her, but it was "all of the above." And thinking about them was getting me even more aroused. On the days I didn't see Kyle, I would often go home and jerk off imagining what he was doing at that moment. So, when we had our "confrontation," had he wanted to, Kyle could have just picked me up off the floor, taken me home, and had his way with me. Thing is, I wanted to feel like I didn't go down without a fight (and I've "gone down" on Kyle without a fight a LOT, let me say). When we finished that evening, after he kicked my ass at wrist wrestling and took my pictures, I looked at the set he sent me all night. At best, I can masturbate twice in a night. That evening, I came three times. I probably could have cum a fourth time, but I went to sleep. I did jerk off the next morning, though.
I didn't tell Kyle, but he probably knew, that I had been practicing with a dildo before the first time he fucked me. Believe me, there were times when I just wanted to yell, like that woman comedian "SHUT UP AND STICK IT IN!" Now, I can't get enough of his dick. Kyle fucks me 3, sometimes 4 times a week, and on the days he doesn't, I blow him. There's all the play, too- we both love that. And you'll hear more about that. But anyway, back to the beginning.
When I left Kyle's that Monday morning, I was really sad. He was quite adamant that I needed to take some time to think about our next step. I didn't know why we couldn't just go on the way we were, but as usual when it comes to sexual stuff, Kyle was right. I spent those nights thinking of him, jerking off, and thinking of him some more. For the first couple of days, I sent him photos of my ass, or my chest, and he didn't comment. Finally he texted "Brian: distance includes texting. Don't make me block you." I stopped. And I felt even hornier.
I did spend time during that week trying to study up on Dom/sub relationships. Kyle had been very clear he was not looking for a slave, because everything I read about slaves to Doms was freaking me out. On the other hand, everything I read about being a submissive, just turned me on. It was everything I wanted. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to be Kyle's sub. I knew I'd be taking a big step, and I lost a lot of sleep about it, but I made my decision and on Saturday morning, I got dressed in one of the shirts he bought me, a pair of well-fitting pants, packed a bag, and headed over to his house. I timed it so that I'd get there after he was back from the gym: Kyle has a very ordered, rigorous life, and he'd be home.
Except he wasn't. One of his neighbors saw me. "You looking for Kyle?" she asked. I told her I was, and she smiled. "He left for the gym a little late this morning. Maybe 15 minutes." I thanked her, and I sat down on his curb, going through my phone. I must have gotten very engaged in it because I heard his voice: "Well, this is a surprise. What's going on, brian?" he asked. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't frowning, he just had a blank face. "Hi, Sir" I said. "Can I come in, Sir?" He grinned. "This way." He opened the door, and my knees almost buckled. I was making this big decision, and if I had any doubts, well, it was too late.
"I'll be right back," he said. "I want to get rid of these workout clothes." As soon as he was off in the laundry area, I knelt down on the floor and put my hands behind my back. Everything I had read that talked about submissive posture agreed on that. Whether I should look down, or look straight ahead, or do something else was completely unclear to me. I puffed out my chest, and I looked forward at the wall. When Kyle came out, he had stripped out of his clothes. His cock was pointing out, straight in front of him. He came over to me and put his hand firmly on the back of my neck. "GET UP" he ordered. "Yes, Sir" I answered. I tried not to take my hands from behind me, but it was too difficult (I can do it now). As soon as I was on my feet though, I moved them back. Then Kyle pushed me up against the wall, grabbed my wrists and pinned them. He was almost touching my face when he said, "Why are you here, boy?" I whispered, "to submit, Sir." He pushed against my wrists and said, "You understand what that means?" Again, I whispered "I think so, Sir. I hope you'll correct me if I get something wrong." He began to chuckle. "One thing you don't need to be corrected about, is how to seduce a man. Just see if you can handle it." Then he dropped his voice and said "Man-bitch," before he kissed me, hard. I opened my mouth to take his tongue. Kyle was growling in a way I had never heard before. He moved his mouth over to my neck and ear and I heard him whisper "I'm FUCKING my sub's ass. Right now." I moaned a "Yes, Sir," just before he slipped his hands behind me, on my ass, and picked me up off the floor. I was hoping that he'd throw me over his shoulder, but he didn't that time. Instead, he hauled me into the bedroom, threw me on the bed and, before I could do anything, he was on top of me. He began kissing my mouth and my neck again, nibbling at my ear. "Who's your DOM, man bitch" he whispered. He had never called me that before and it was getting me even more roused than I was "You are, Sir." I almost gagged when he shoved his tongue down my throat that time. I moaned into his mouth when his knee brushed up against my cock. He began chuckling "Someone's hard. Maybe harder than me. You dripping, boy?" I had closed my eyes, but I knew he was staring right at me. "Yes, Sir. Since I got here."
"Well, you'll have to wait your turn sub boy because I get to cum first. ALWAYS. You got that?" His tongue slurped my ear, and I wailed "Yes, SIR. YES." He began opening my shirt buttons. "Fucking knew that blue was my favorite color, didn't you, boy?" I had put on a blue and white checked shirt , not knowing blue was his favorite. I lied "Yes, Sir." I saw him smile. "No you didn't. You just gave me an excuse to punish you. And I'll take it." He didn't take it right then though. Instead, he began working on my nipples: licking them, chewing on them first softly, than roughly. I was whispering "OH YEAH," as I kicked off my shoes. His fingers went to the buckle of my belt and then my pants button, and they were off. He looked at my briefs. "No more with these, boy. My boy wears a thong." I was answering "yes, Sir," when I felt him find a spot on the briefs where he could tear the pair to pieces. "Gonna save these, boy. They make good gags, heh heh." He cupped my balls. "I bet you want these." I gulped. I had read about some DOMS who would geld their subs. I didn't think that was on Kyle's mind, but I wasn't sure when he twisted them until I screamed in pain. "The only reason you need these anymore, fuck boy, is to give me pleasure. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?" I was breathing hard when I answered "Yes, Sir." He let go, and he kissed me very gently. "Make sure you do. " He didn't say anything else before he pulled my legs up and spread them. I was about to ask, "aren't you going to lube me?" but thought better of it. Kyle was, as he told me later "in full animal rut," and he wasn't in the mood to reason. Instead, he pushed my cheeks apart and shoved his dick into me faster than he had the two prior times. "OH SHIT THAT HURTS" I screamed. "TOO GODDAMN BAD SUB BOY." He rammed me, pushing right past my prostate. I felt like I had been impaled on a sword, and then I began to relax. It felt good. I looked at the tattoo and thought that it should have been a battering ram, as he plowed me. While he was fucking my ass, my hand slid down to my cock. He stopped, grabbed it, and pinned it down on the bed. "Did I say you could do that?" I regretted the action immediately "No, Sir." Then I yelped as he pulled back and rammed me really hard. "There's your second punishment." He began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. "You like that, boy? You like being treated like that?" I was trying to catch my breath. It felt wonderful "YES SIR". "How am I treating you?" he asked. "The way a DOM treats his sub." He pushed even harder. "WRONG ANSWER, BITCH. I'M TREATING YOU THE WAY I TREAT MY DOM." He sneered. "No punishment for that. You needed to learn. " I noticed that Kyle was breathing normally, while I was gasping for breath. He noticed too. "My sub goes to the gym. You gotta get healthier boy, because if you think THIS is strenuous..." I did. My knees were cramping, and my ass felt beaten up badly. Kyle increased the speed of his thrusts. "I'm fucking my sub. MY sub. " He slid down on top of me and shoved his tongue in my mouth again. When I held onto it, he shot. I swallowed his scream, and his jizz started shooting into me. It felt warm. I didn't want it to stop and for a few seconds, I didn't think it would. Finally, I heard him breathing fast. He fell down on top of me. He ran a hand through my hair, and I didn't understand then why he said, "Thank you," before he hugged me. The hug went on for about five minutes, then he began stretching me out the way he always did when he tied me down. This time, it was my wrists AND my ankles, so I knew: my feet were going to be used. He got up for a minute, and when he came back, Kyle was wearing a pair of what looked like silk gloves. Without a word, he began stroking my body all over. He was gentle, using his big palms all over me. He nibbled at my tits again, before he moved his hand down to my balls. This time he held them gently. "These are mine. So is this." He took my cock in one hand, and I made these little sounds, almost like a pigeon cooing as he began to stroke me. I lost count of how many times he brought me right to the edge until he said "You don't cum without permission from now on. You understand?" I answered, as best as I could "Yes, Sir," and then he squeezed my cock head. I bucked and now I screamed, with my jizz flying all over the place. "I'm gonna have to clean this all up" I thought. I found out later that I was mistaken: we did it together. It's part of Kyle's way: I'm not his slave, I'm his sub."
"Now about those punishments. Everyone is more ticklish right after they shoot so, you're in big trouble." He took off the gloves and picked up something I hated: he had a stiff brush he used on my feet occasionally. I didn't know he had two, and he was using both of them on my soles. I squirmed and I laughed, begging him to stop. I had forgotten to say the word "Sir," and he wouldn't stop until I did. And that was just for a few seconds until he took one of the brushes and worked over my balls. He put them down and dug his fingers into my ribs and pits. "I LOVE hearing you laugh, brian," he said. "You like it when I tickle you?" I was laughing hard. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAAHAA. No Sir . I hate it." He smiled ."GOOD. But you like feeling controlled, don't you?" He didn't let up the tickling and I kept on howling. "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. "
"I love tickling subs. You wanna change your mind?" He had stopped and was looking at me. My answer was sincere. "No, Sir. I'm your sub." I took a breath. "Be my DOM, Sir. Make me your CUNT". I SWEAR I don't know where that came from, and it stunned Kyle too.
"I'll make you my MAN CUNT" he said. He ran his finger around my ass hole. I'm going to untie you know, brian. We're gonna clean up this bed, and then we have some things to talk about. We have a LOT to talk about, but we'll only do a little today." Before he untied me, he kissed me and whispered, "I'll do my best to make it so you don't regret this choice."
We spent most of the rest of Saturday talking about the logistics of my moving in, and then what Kyle expected of me. I didn't write what we expected of each other because Kyle made very clear that, essentially, in his idea of a Dom/sub relationship, it was "his way or the highway." Some people I've known for a long time might have been surprised that I was ok with this. I couldn't have explained why. Maybe it was because Kyle never said something I thought he would: he never said that I'd have to accept the fact that I was gay. Yeah, I know that everything we were doing together suggested it. I was gaining a gay, Dominant lover. The thing is: I just didn't feel gay. Frankly, I didn't feel "straight" either, or bisexual, or anything. I guess it's all primitive. I like my role, and I've never regretted it.
But let me get back to the more interesting stuff. You already know about Kyle's sexual appetite (he understated it. I never complained), and about how obsessed he is with how I dress. I will admit, the clothes he picks for me for the public to see are way more flattering than what I had ever gotten for myself. I've never become comfortable with the tighter fitting stuff he has me wear at home with him, or sometimes at parties, but "his way or the highway." When he pulled out the collar, I did get a little emotional. He told me that he expected me to wear it at home, and when we were at gay events. He said he'd prefer it if I wore it at parties with straight people too, and he'd REALLY prefer it if I wore it all the time. "Brian, it lets people know you're spoken for. Taken as it were. And it'll remind YOU of the big step you took." I looked at Kyle: "It's sort of like an engagement ring, " and he laughed. "No, Sir, it's not like that at all. That's a different topic completely. " He finished by asking me if there was anything I wanted to say, because he wanted us to get ready to go out. A good friend had invited us to hang out with him and his sub that night, and Kyle wanted us to go. He wanted to introduce me, and also to make sure I knew another sub. I remember that I hesitated a bit before I said: "Sir, I get really excited when I feel like I'm being overpowered. You know, like, I struggle, and you conquer me. " Kyle sat back and grinned. "It's that superhero thing, isn't it?" I began to blush. "I think they're related, Sir. And please don't get me wrong. I mean, I understand that you make the rules, and if you want a sub who's more compliant, then it's my job to be compliant. I'm just expressing an opinion." We were sitting next to each other on the sofa, and Kyle put his arm around me. He pulled me closer and said "You know, brian, there are Doms who, if they find out what you like, are going to want to kill me. " He paused for a minute before he said "For now, it's going to be as easy as pie to overpower you, but as you work out, it'll get more challenging. I look forward to that." I grinned.
"You think it's going to be that easy, boss?" I began struggling to get out of his embrace. He answered by tightening it. "Yeah, I do. Because I know about things like this..." He began toying with my nipple. I felt my strength leave. Then he poked his tongue in my ear, and I began to whimper. "I want a blow job. Even if I don't shoot. Get on your knees." I knew I was beaten. "Yes, Sir" I said, and knelt in front of him. That gorgeous cock came out, and I treated it with as much respect as I could. I know I did a good job, because not only did I have Kyle moaning out loud in about five minutes, he shot a small load down my throat too. "You're good, bitch boy brian. Now, I'm not gonna use one more toy on you tonight, but if you don't remember my rules about who controls your cock, I'm gonna lock it up, and you won't get hard, you won't shoot, nothing. You'll drip, and you'll be able to piss, but you'll be absolutely unable to pleasure yourself." I had read about those things the week before I submitted. I knew that a lot of Doms used them, so I expected that they would come up at some point and, well, Kyle has used them. I get willful, and sometimes he puts me into the lock instead of tickling me. Especially if I'm going to be working late.
"OH SHIT." I just heard Kyle at the door. I'm not gonna have time to button my shirt and he's gonna think I've been playing with my nipples while I wrote (I was). This probably means I'm getting tied up and tickled, and another day in the cage.
I hope you liked my thoughts on this. Kyle will take over with the next one, but if you want me to write again, if you tell him that, he'll probably let me. I'll have to pay for it, of course, but I kinda enjoy being punished by my Dom.