Super Bowl Bet part 1
Fiction by joec_wales@hotmail.com
Sure, I had weird fantasies about being a sexual slave to a Dominatrix, but what started that day was far removed from anything I imagined.
It all began when I was having a drink after work with Eric the Friday before the Super Bowl. We were droning on about work, sports and of course sex, when Eric asked me, "What's wrong Phil?"
"What do you mean?" I replied, swirling the liquid in my glass, not really wanting to look him in the eyes.
"Well, you're making noises, but you're not really saying anything. Too much idle time on your hands? Or is it too much of your dick in your own hands?" he chuckled. "You got to quit jacking off while surfing those Submissive sites on the Web man, and actually make some kind of real life human contact. Live out your fantasies."
As I looked up at him he got an evil grin on his face, and then asked me, "Are you sure you don't want to come over to my place and let me be your Master for the evening?" Eric had never been secretive about his bi-sexual adventures, and had often offered to 'help' me reach 'a new level of sexual bliss'. Over the 5 years we had worked together we had confided most of our sexual experiences to each other, and my most recent desire to be a slave to a leather clad Domme had him trying even harder to turn me on to male to male sex, featuring him as my 'Master'.
"Tell you what," he said. "Give me the spread on the Super Bowl and I'll take the Patriots."
"Yeah" I querried, "And what are we betting?"
"A weekend of Submission. If you win I'll turn you on to a friend of mine who'll put you through the ringer. I've done a session with her, and she'll more than live up to your fantasies" he stated, extending his hand to seal the bet.
"What do you get if you win?" I asked, taking his hand in mine,grinning to myself, 'knowing' that the Rams were going to slaughter the Patriots!
"You show up at my place next Friday, and until midnight Sunday you're mine, to do with as I please." our hands pumped agreement, both of us smug with our bet.
With 2 minutes to go in the game, and it being obvious the Rams weren't going to cover the spread, the phone rang. I picked it up with a sense of hopelessness, knowing it would be Eric.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Eric asked in a jovial voice.
"I can't believe it man, I can't believe the Rams might lose."
"Listen," he said, his voice suddenly cold and harsh in tone, "You've already lost, they're not going to cover. You're not going to see me this week, I've got that meeting out of town and won't be back until Thursday night. I'm going to take Friday off and get things ready for your arrival. These are the rules: You will be at my door Friday at 7 pm, when in my presence, or talking to me on the phone you will call me 'Sir', you will keep your eyes downcast unless told otherwise, you will not speak unless asked a question, your hands will remain at your sides when not restrained, is that understood?"
"Yeah," I responded, sullen in my defeat.
"That's 5 lashes for not addressing me properly," he stated. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, uhh.....Sir."
"That's 5 more, for hesitating. When given an order, you, 'my new pussyboy'slave, will obey without question or hesitation. You will not need a 'safe' word, because I know you Phil; I know what you want and need. Understood?"
"Yes Sir!" was my immediate response.
All he said was 'Good' and then the phone went dead.
My mind was racing with a thousand questions...'Lashes'?...did he have a riding crop, a whip or just a belt? He called me a 'pussyboy', and images from all those FemDom sites raced through my mind, men being forced to suck strapons and then being fucked with them; and I suddenly realized Eric was going to use his real cock instead of some plastic toy! Was I ready to service a real cock? I suddenly realized my cock was hard, I was turned on by the fear of what I was going to have to do, or maybe I was turned on, knowing deep inside that I really wanted to submit to a Master!?!? I pulled my zipper down and my 6 1/2 inch cock sprang out, hard and pulsing. I used my left hand to fish out my balls as my right started to slowly stroke up and down my hardon. The phone rang and I was embarrassed at having been 'caught' masturbating. It was Eric.
"Are you playing with your cock 'bitch'?" he asked.
"Yes Sir", I answered weakly.
"Stop it!" he ordered, "If you want maximum enjoyment next weekend, save yourself, or should I say, save your cum. You will not regret it, I promise you. I knew you'd get hard thinking about my cock." I could hear a sense of victory in his voice. "You were just wondering about sucking my cock and you got hard didn't you? You should of taken me up on one of my offers years ago Phil, you've proven by getting hard that you have the desire to 'worship' my cock. Do you want to 'worship' my cock ?"
"Yes Sir," I admitted.
"Do you want to hear about my cock 'slave'?"
"Yes Sir" I replied, feeling my own cock twitch and seemingly stiffen more.
"Well 'slave', it's nearly 8 inches long when hard, nice and thick with a fat head. I have big balls and when you run your tongue across them for the first time you'll feel how heavy they are; so full of cum, just for you. You are going to become familiar with every inch of it by the time the weekend is over and I suspect that if you so desire and 'beg' me to, I'll fuck it up your ass. And I'm sure you will; I can hear it now, you, begging me to fuck you harder and finally begging me to cum in your ass."
"You don't have be afraid Phil" he said in a soothing tone, "You want this, you've wanted it for a long time, you just never had an opportunity and were afraid to ask for it and now, you don't have to ask. Be at my door Friday at 7 and just let it happen."
The phone went dead again and I struggled to get my hard cock back into my pants. A chill went up my spine as I wondered 'Is he right; is this what I really want?'
I guess Friday will be when I 'learn' many new things about myself.
to be continued......