Ryan never gave any real indication of his truly incredible dominant side during the first two months he dated Greg only a couple years ago. It was during the third and final month of their short-lived but sexually fulfilling relationship that he let 30-year- old Greg see his true colors. Perhaps it was because Ryan, 28, became more comfortable in the relationship; perhaps Greg had sent off enough submissive vibes that Ryan finally let loose.
One way or another, in that third month, Ryan very quickly brought out in Greg the acquiescent, obedient, subservient lover Greg truly was but hadn't been for some time. Being controlled by an almost frighteningly dominant sexual being like Ryan was Greg's dream come true. Greg was born to submit to other gay men, and though he always was dating and virtually always the bottom, he hadn't been with a lover so utterly in charge of him for years. Ryan's muscled body, wickedly sexy looks and unrelenting domination became irresistible to Greg; the compliant nature of the slim, fit, pretty Greg extracted from Ryan a dark and demanding side Ryan relished.
At the beginning of that third month, Ryan continuously turned up the heat with every passing day. Whether Ryan went to Greg's apartment or vice versa, Ryan would constantly be playing the "Top card," giving Greg more and more evidence that Ryan indeed was the commanding lover Greg had been yearning for. Finally, one Friday night, Ryan decided it was time to really let his hair down. Ryan instinctively had come to know that Greg desperately wanted to be the slavish slut that Ryan needed to properly pleasure him. It was a perfect fit. So, to start the weekend right, Ryan came armed with a few surprises that would please him. And by pleasing him, Ryan knew they surely would please Greg--being the true submissive Greg was, Greg would be happy if his dominant lover was happy.
Ryan closed the door to Greg's apartment. Greg waited not even one second before he wrapped his arms around Ryan, his hands on Ryan's taut, meaty, perfect asscheeks, and gave Ryan a passionate kiss. It was past 10 and Greg was anticipating going out to the bars for a few drinks. Greg was surprised when Ryan held up a small, fancy shopping bag.
"You're not going anywhere tonight, baby," Ryan said solemnly, with a curious smile. "You are going to take care of my cock all night, all weekend. You are going to suck me and I am going to fuck you however I say from now on. I know all you want to do is worship my cock. Well that works out great because all I want is you on your knees before my body, obeying me."
"Oh, god, Ryan," Greg said softly, clearly excited.
"You're going to be the happiest boy in the world. Or should I say girl?," Ryan said as he began pulling some things out of the fancy bag. One by one he passed each item to Greg, who collected them in his waiting arms, overwhelmed: a pair of white, opaque, shiny pantyhose from Victoria's Secret; a thick, 10-inch long vibrator (only 2 inches longer than Ryan's completely satisfying and beautiful cock); and two pairs of hot-pink spandex panties, one pair traditional cut and the other pair a thong. "I know what kind of lover you really are, what kind of lover you really want to be. And don't tell me I'm wrong, either. I'm going to use you solely to please me." He paused. "Happy?" Ryan's question actually was genuine, but with just enough of a masterly tone to make Greg wet.
"Yes, Ryan, oh yes," Greg said obediently, looking over with amazement and great curiosity the various items he was holding. "You know I'll do anything you want. I've been in the palm of your hand since Day One. Anything. I will do anything to make you happy."
"Well, I'm going to slip out of these clothes and get comfy so we can start settling in for the night," Ryan said. "You go into the bedroom, strip naked, get into those gorgeous, hot pantyhose, and lay on your stomach on top of the bed." He paused to rub the enormous bulge in his very tight jeans. "I'll be in there shortly."
Greg, overcome, dropped to his knees and firmly kissed the massive denim-clad bulge that held Ryan's flawless cock. Greg kissed that beautiful bulge again and again and again, his lips pressing deep into the meat. "Thank you, Ryan. Thank you. I'm so happy." Greg paused for only a moment and added, "I'm all yours."
Ryan watched Greg disappear into the bedroom. Ryan started undressing himself in the living room, stripping down to only his very tight black nylon bikini briefs. He had a smooth, almost hairless body. It was muscular, but not like that of a bodybuilder. His muscles were more natural in their appearance. Ultimately, his body was a delight to behold, instantly arousing any gay man.
Ryan put a CD in the stereo, got a glass of water, and then decided it was time to put his boyfriend, now his property, to the test. Ryan would get everything he wanted sexually from their relationship from that day on. His every desire would be fulfilled. And he knew he had just the right submissive and obedient bottom who would enjoy every second of servicing Ryan's wonderful body and impeccable cock.
Ryan entered the bedroom, which Greg had lit only with three candles. Ryan looked down at the bed. What he saw was what he truly craved--a lean, pretty, slightly feminine young man clad in shiny, brilliant white pantyhose, his face buried in the pillows, his luscious long legs spread, his nylon-covered exquisite buns ready and waiting. He let his hand gently pass over Greg's legs, from ankles to upper thighs, barely touching the skin-tight stockings with his fingertips. Greg shivered a bit, suddenly realizing that he really liked the idea of wearing pantyhose for his man. Anything, for his man. Quickly stirring Greg from his bliss, Ryan smacked Greg's left asscheek with the palm of his strong right hand, making a sound almost like a gunshot when the muscular young man's hand made contact with the firm, pantyhose-coated flesh of the pretty boy's buttocks.
Greg let out a yelp, muffled by the pillows covering his face. Ryan crawled onto the bed, kneeling close to Greg's head. "Lift your face from the pillows and kiss your new god." Hearing those soft but adamant words from Ryan, Greg raised his head slightly and met the massive bulge in Ryan's bikini briefs head-on. Truly understanding the meaning of Ryan's words, Greg leaned forward and gently and reverently kissed the bulge. "Good girl," Ryan said, looking down at Greg. Greg glanced upward, past Ryan's manhood, past his tight abs, past his broad and powerful chest, to meet Ryan's gaze. Greg just smiled, happier beyond words that Ryan called him "girl." And Ryan knew instinctively how happy that made Greg.
"Face down, again, baby. And not a word," Ryan commanded. Greg obeyed without hesitation. Ryan then laid down next to Greg, sliding down toward Greg's ass and thighs. He didn't know what it was, but there was something about second-skin nylon covering firm calves, thighs and buns that drove Ryan wild. He had no desire to make love to a woman, that much was certain. But he nonetheless was drawn to certain articles of women's clothing. Which was one of the reasons why he bought Greg the different panties, which he planned on introducing to Greg later in the weekend. For now, Ryan wanted to play with his lover's beautiful pantyhose-wrapped legs. He knew he'd be taking a risk buying the silky, tight nylons for his lover, but his intuition told him Greg was so submissive and such a bottom that he'd like it. And his intuition proved correct, as Greg was subtly writhing in his brand new, sexy stockings.
Ryan began kissing Greg's calves, firm but not ferocious. He lingered on the calves for some time, slowly working his way up to his boyfriend's thighs. There Ryan went wild, feeling Greg's thighs with his fingertips, being driven insane by the sensation of the nylon--kissing Greg's taut thighs, tasting Greg's new pantyhose. All this time, Greg's writhing became more pronounced, with soft moans emanating from beneath the pillows. After a tremendous amount of time playing with Greg's thighs, feeling and touching, kissing and licking, Ryan abruptly buried his face into Greg's ass, pushing his face up hard against the nylon that enveloped Greg's cheeks. He plunged his face in hard, chewing and kissing at the tasty meat, reveling in the feel of the silken leggings. Then, most unexpectedly for Greg, Ryan began carefully chewing a hole into the seat of Greg's pantyhose. Ryan was very, very careful not to create a run in the stockings, and created an opening in the seat about the size of a tennis ball.
Ryan then lifted Greg slightly so he could see Greg's crotch. Greg's cock was fully erect and dripping with pre-come. "I can see you've figured out what the hole's for. A little excited, baby?" He dropped Greg's body back to the bed and reached down to the floor next to the bed to pick up one of the gifts he brought his lover: the 10-inch, super-thick vibrator. He then reached for the lubricant on the nightstand, quietly oiling up the monster pipe. He placed the tip of the vibrator through the opening in Greg's pantyhose and up against Greg's ass. He turned on the vibrator, which started humming it's wicked song. Greg twitched as soon as he heard it.
"I'm gonna teach you how to use this little toy, baby, so you can have fun when I'm not around. I gotta keep my girl happy, right?" And with that Ryan plunged the endless vibrating shaft deep into Greg's ass, forcing Greg to scream aloud at the top of his lungs. This time, the pillows weren't quite enough to mask the sounds of sex. Ryan continued, almost brutally, jamming the device into his lover with repetitive, harsh motions. Greg began crying, unable to contain himself, ecstatic. The pain was intense, but the pleasure of being dominated by his hunky Ryan surmounted the agony.
After five minutes of unrelenting torment, Ryan pulled the vibrator from Greg's ass, turned it off, and tossed it to the floor with a thud. He then flipped over, laying on the bed on his back next to Greg, who still was on his stomach, slowly writhing about, now himself feeling the pantyhose that coated his entire lower body. Ryan slowly pulled his bikini briefs off, peeling them from the muscled body that Greg so loved. He took his briefs, wadded them up in a ball, then wedged his hand under the pillows to stuff the erotic underwear into Greg's mouth, effectively gagging his submissive toy. Now nude, in all his ravishing glory, Ryan mounted his boyfriend, wrapping his powerful thighs around Greg's, pressing his enormous, wildly erect, godlike dick up against the pantyhose encased asscheeks of his lover.
As he slipped just a little lubricant onto his incredible cock, Ryan leaned down, laying all his muscular weight on Greg--his thighs around Greg's thighs, his cock against Greg's buttocks, his flawless chest on Greg's back, his mouth in Greg's ear. Ryan whispered: "I am going to stuff my whole cock through this hole in your pantyhose and fuck you while you wear your gorgeous little stockings. So you better just keep that bikini gag in your mouth and be a good girl, cause I'm going to fuck you just like the slut you know you are."
With that, Ryan unleashed a sexual fury buried deep inside his tremendous body, spearing Greg's precious, cute ass with his mighty cock. The muted screams coming from Greg only fueled Ryan's lustful dominance. Ryan held himself over Greg, as if he were doing push-ups above his lover. He thrust his meat violently and savagely into Greg's tender ass, fucking the young bottom. "Take it, you slut! Take all of me, you whore," Ryan yelled. The sensation of Ryan's powerful thighs rubbing against Greg's nylons with each lunge of his dick made Ryan feverishly aroused. He continued to slam the living hell out of Greg's ass, working himself into a frenzy, listening to the cries and groans of his submissive lover forcing their way through his skimpy bikini briefs stuffed in Greg's talented mouth. "Good girl, good girl. Love my cock, worship my cock!" The merciless pounding went on and on, the domination and pantyhose making Ryan wild, the submission and feminine trappings driving Greg to madness and bliss.
Finally, Ryan was ready. "I'm going to impregnate you with my boiling hot come, you slut! Oh, god! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come! Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, god, yes!" And with that, Ryan began emptying his warm seed into Greg's body. Greg felt the throbbing, pulsing monster in his ass unloading what felt like pints of semen into him. Ryan continued to ram his incomparable cock deep into Greg, shooting more and more sizzling jism into the bottom. Because of the sensuous nylon rubbing his cock and his whole lower body during the long, wild fuck, Greg succumbed to the silky friction and came inside his pantyhose. As Greg finished shooting his own hot load into his stockings, Ryan collapsed on Greg like a ton of bricks, the muscled body pressing Greg into the bed.
After five or so minutes of resting, totally satisfied, on top of Greg, Ryan slowly pulled his now softened cock out of Greg's sexy little ass and out through the hole in the seat of Greg's pantyhose. He pulled Greg's face out from the pillows and removed his nylon bikini briefs from Greg's mouth, resting Greg's head on his gorgeous chest. Ryan petted Greg's hair with one hand and stroked Greg's pantyhose-covered hips with the other.
"Baby, you are such a good girl."
[As before, this story is true, though names were changed. I welcome any and all messages from adult gay men who would like to talk about all things dominant and submissive. I can be reached at: obedient_bottom@yahoo.com]