The Beginnings of a Dom Bottom, Part 3
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It was later that week, and I was sitting at a restaurant. I was waiting for David, but he wasn't late. I was early. I can't say I'm always a punctual person, but tonight I'd made sure to arrive a few minutes early. After he left last Sunday, we'd both returned to our separate lives, but we'd almost immediately made plans for this date. I was unusually nervous. Normally, dates don't throw me off, but the amazing time we'd spent before had my hopes high, for once.
Suddenly, I saw him enter my peripheral vision. I stood up to greet him, and he wrapped me tightly in his arms. He said quietly in my ear, "Hi, Master Kevin," and along with the warmth of his embrace, my nerves melted away.
We sat down and got to talking. We talked about our work weeks (fine), other activities we'd done during the week (also fine), and described our families (doing fine). By the time we'd gotten through those cursory topics, we were halfway through our food, and also halfway through our bottle of wine.
We were seated in a fairly secluded corner of the restaurant. Looking across the table at him, I said, "So... the dom/sub stuff. You know it's a little new to me. Is this a dynamic you want to have all the time? Like outside of the bedroom, too?"
He blushed again, taken aback by my question, but he sipped his wine again and replied, "Well, not all the time, no. I mean, being dominated by my bottom will probably always make me hard, but I like some good old vanilla sex, too."
"That's what I've been saying!" I interrupted.
He laughed, and continued, "So as long as my bottom is taken care of, I'm happy. As for outside of the bedroom, it would be hot if you whispered something degrading to me in public, or subtly showed your ownership of me, but yeah, I don't want to do the 24/7 slave thing, either!"
"Oh, good," I agreed. "I didn't know if I'd have what it takes to do that all the time! I'm really into what we did last time, but for a long term relationship I definitely want some independence and egalitarianism. And truly, dominating you is only fun because I know that deep down, underneath the theatre of it all, you want it." I'd let the LTR thought slip, but he didn't seem frightened.
Another moment passed as we ate and drank more wine. I continued, "My next question, boy. Do you always want to top?"
"I've tried bottoming. You can probably guess that it's easier to find a guy to dominate me if they're a top. I don't like it though. Not just the physical pain of it, but I also just missed serving my partner with my cock. Pleasing my bottom anally is just what I like. I don't seek bottoming out, but maybe someday I'd be comfortable with my master ordering me to give up my ass to him. Well, I'd probably do a lot of things I normally wouldn't if my master ordered me to."
I was taking a lot of mental notes. I didn't usually like topping either, but I liked having the possibility up my sleeve. "Interesting, interesting... Ok, and then the other thing I think I should ask, based on my research, is about your limits?"
He grinned at me. "You've been doing research?"
"Well, I wanted to make sure I was understanding how BDSM works! There's not much guidance on domming a top, but I think I'm getting the idea."
He said, "You're right, there isn't. I'm absolutely not into water sports, or excessive pain. A little pain is okay, though." His eyes drilled into mine as he said that part. I winked back to let him know I got that hint. "Other than that, I'm not sure. I haven't gotten to explore this that much, before."
"You're mostly open, too. But I don't want to push you too far, either! Is this where safe words come in?" I said, eager to dive into this world and turn some exotic fruit's name into our special word.
"It is!" He said, "But it doesn't need to be as colorful as movies make it seem. Red, Yellow, and Green work well, though. It's not like we have to say 'dragonfruit' while I'm tied up, haha"
I almost choked on my wine. "Oh, haha. Right. That makes sense. No need for exotic fruits! Totally!"
At this point, we were done eating, and the server brought our bill while we finished the last drops of wine. We'd moved on to talking about trips we'd been on recently and where we wanted to go. We were both total city boys, but we liked getting out into nature and hiking regularly. I thought things were going really well, but sometimes you can't always tell how the other guy is feeling.
As we were walking out, I said, "I really liked that."
"So did I."
"So... Are you coming over again?" I asked.
He pulled me into that strong, warm hug again. This time, he said into my ear, "Please, let me come over, sir."
I didn't break the hug. I pulled him tighter and my lips found his. Okay, the date was a success.
When we made it to my apartment, we didn't waste any time. Our lips barely separated long enough for David to take both of our clothes off, then I pulled him into bed and on top of me. I wanted to follow our romantic dinner by just following our passions, without the cerebral element of being his master, and I could tell he didn't mind.
My hands roamed his back as he found his home between my legs. His warm and wet tongue slipped out and attacked my neck, making me jump and writhe under his body. I held him tighter as I felt the tip of his cock bumping against my ass. We'd both been hard the entire cab ride home, which we knew because we'd been groping each other throughout the drive.
His lips lifted off of my neck long enough for him to gasp, "I really want you, Kevin."
"Me too, David. Get me ready."
He didn't need to be told twice. His head was suddenly between my thighs, as he lifted my hips. He paused a moment, admiring my hole, his mouth agape. He looked like he had seen something divine. Then he dived in, his tongue massaging the outer ring, causing my muscles to relax, then probing in and pushing his wet spit inside. I reached down and pushed his head in deeper, and he moaned into my ass.
After I felt ready, I pulled his head back up to mine, and pushed my lips against his. "Fuck me, boy," I managed.
His cock was already slipping against my wet hole, and he positioned his hips closer, pressing the head into me. I'd let him put it in this time without really lubing me up or putting more than his tongue in, so his thick cock felt like more of a stretch, but it felt even better inside me than it had before. I gasped against his face and he paused, then when I felt ready I reached for his ass and pulled him deeper into me, until I felt full skin on skin contact.
We were fully merged. His cock deep inside of me, our warm and sweating bodies pressed together, our mouths and tongues eager to taste the other. I felt ready. "Give it to me, boy." This might not have been a full scene, but I could still tell him what to do.
He started working his dick in and out of my ass. With each stroke my hole engulfed him more and more easily, and his cock dragged against my prostate, causing my dick to release a slippery puddle of precum lubing my cock between our two bellies.
"Fuck, David," I said, "Just like that, boy."
"Fuck yeah!" He agreed.
We didn't need long. We were so into each other at that point, and his cock and my hole felt like they were made for each other.
"I'm getting close, boy!"
"Me too!"
"Good, cum for me, David. Fill me up, boy!"
He started moaning deeply and picked up his speed.
"Oh, fuck!" I said, and started shooting my load between us, my hole contracting around David's dick.
"Fuck," he just said, and slammed his dick in one final time, depositing his load inside of me.
I pulled him close again, sticking us together with my drying seed.
I wanted him to stay overnight, and he did. I rubbed my cum on him again and let him fall asleep with it drying on him, like a badge of honor. I held him as we fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, he was facing me, and was stirring as well.
"Good morning," I said, when I felt more alert.
"Good morning!" he replied, as his hand reached around and grabbed my ass.
Now I was ready. "Did I give you permission to touch daddy's ass, boy?"
He flashed a the tinest smile before looking contrite again. "No, sir, I'm sorry, sir."
"You know what I expect of you, boy. I have no choice but to punish you now."
He gasped. I'd heard this sound enough from him to know that it was a good gasp. "Oh, please sir, I didn't mean it sir! But whatever you think is right, sir! I don't deserve to touch your beautiful ass without permission, sir!"
I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "Get over my lap, boy."
He gave that turned on gasp again and laid over my lap. His cock was like hot steel, rubbing against my thighs. I rubbed my hand over his bare ass, and he whimpered.
"What was that, boy? You know even your ass belongs to me now, right?" I wasn't planning on touching his hole or penetrating him, I would respect his boundaries, but I wanted him to have the fear that I could do it at any moment, and still present his ass to me, anyway. And actually, it was a nice, round ass, too. David's upper body was mostly smooth, but he had a thick coating of black fur on his cheeks.
"Y-yes, sir. All of me is nothing but daddy's plaything, now. Sir."
"That's right, boy. Now you misbehaved, and daddy's going to make sure you learn to behave like a good boy."
Quickly, I ceased my caresses of his cheeks and brought my hand down fast on his ample ass. Not too hard. He whimpered again. "Count 'em for me, boy."
"One, sir."
I brought my hand down again.
"Two, sir." His ass jiggled with each slap, and his cock pulsed and leaked against me, too. I gave him two more. His cheeks were starting to redden and felt warmer. I gently rubbed his ass again, this time leaning forward to give David a slow kiss on his neck. I felt his body soften, relaxing. Perfect.
I raised my hand one more time, and spanked him a final time.
"F..five, sir."
"Good boy. I hope you've learned your lesson."
"Oh, yes sir. Master's body is a treat that is only allowed when master tells me to touch it."
"Good boy. Now how do you ask properly?"
"Please, sir, may I touch your godly ass?" He said.
"You may, boy, but get on your knees." I stood up and he scrambled to his spot between my legs. "Now you can touch daddy's ass, while you suck my cock."
"Yes, sir!" he leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth, and his hands reached behind me, grabbing and massaging my cheeks. He was such a slut for me. I put my hands in his curly hair and pushed his mouth deeper and deeper onto me, using him like a toy. He was no amateur, either. His tongue was rapidly slipping all around my shaft and head. He was so eager, I really wanted to feed him.
"Now stay where you are boy, and moan if you want daddy's cum down your throat," I said.
I didn't even finish my sentence before I felt him moaning around my cock. His eyes had been closed, savoring the experience, but now he was intently watching my face, hoping to taste my seed. I worked my hips in and out of his mouth, finally pulling his head all the way down as I started pumping my load into his throat.
"Hmmmmmmmmm" he let out a satisfied groan. His cock was fully upright, throbbing, and dripping onto the floor.
I pulled his head off of me. His lips instantly clamped shut so he wouldn't lose a single drop. I said. "Now, let daddy take care of you, boy. I see that weak animal cock of yours is about to burst."
He swallowed and said, "I haven't touched it all week for you, master."
"That's my boy!" I turned around, stopping with my ass in front of his face. He didn't move. "Now eat the cum and juices from last night out of my hole."
His face leaped its way between my ass cheeks and his tongue started lapping the fluids out. "MMMMMM" I heard again.
"Now I want you to play with yourself while you're cleaning daddy's hole, boy. Show me how much of a pig you are for your master's sloppy hole."
"MMMM" again, and I could just see between my legs his right hand sliding up and down his uncut shaft, his left hand fondling his balls.
"That's right, boy. Spill your load on the floor like the dumb, ass-crazed animal you are."
His hands started working faster and I felt more moans into my hole. I watched as his cock started jumping, sending streams of white cum onto the floor below me. I pulled his face from my ass.
"That's a good boy. Did master take care of you?"
"Oh, yes master. Thank you so much, sir."
"Good." I climbed back in bed. "Now clean up your mess. Quickly. You're needed back in bed for more cuddling."
"Sir, yes sir!"
I didn't specify if I meant to lick it up or wipe it up, I wasn't sure I was ready for that yet, but wanted to give him the chance to be his dirtiest self. I'm not sure what he did, but luckily, I clean my floors regularly.
When he climbed into bed next to me, I held him again, feeling his body relax against me. I reached down and softly rubbed his butt, soothing them after my assault.
"Let's sleep together some more," I said, and he just nuzzled in closer.
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