In two weeks I will be celebrating the 2.5th anniversary of my entering my Sir's service. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would be serving such a perfect man once, let alone for 2.5 years. It must be the good karma of a thousand births that led me to my Sir....
It was Dec 2021. After two very stressful months, I made a last minute Thanksgiving trip to Puerto Vallarta all by myself to escape my despondency. When I got back, I went on Grindr and was aimlessly cruising, when my gaze landed on a profile with a pic of a muscular hairy torso - inside it said the owner of that sexy body was a dominant and kinky top. My attention was immediately piqued - my past experience was that dom tops are never that sexy, and there was no face pic. Could this be a fake profile? But I decided to hit the person up anyway - and sent a note saying I was a sub bottom, sending several pics of my ass, and me locked in my cb6000 chastity cage.
I did not receive any reply for several days and I forgot about the profile. Then out of the blue after a few days, I got a reply and it said "I have several subs serving me but I have availability next Tuesday at 9 pm to try you out and see if you are worthy of serving me". I immediately said Iam interested - I didn't even ask for a face pic.
And I waited anxiously till Tuesday. That evening, he sent a message giving me detailed instructions- I was to wear my chastity cage, and a thong, and leave the keys at home, show up at his place at 9pm sharp. And as soon as I entered I was to strip, kneel and look down, never to speak until permitted and to never look him in the eye. My heart pounded with excitement and anticipation on hearing these instructions- I had not had a Dom who gave me such detailed orders in over 4 years - it was clear this was a Dom who knew he what he was doing.
That night, after prepping my hole thoroughly, I wore my chastity cage and a red thong, and drove over. I climbed the stairs to his apartment with my heart thumping and my cock straining against the cage. The door was open - as soon as I entered I stripped and knelt and looked down. Then I heard him walk towards me - I only saw his hairy, muscular legs and beautiful size 13 feet.
A gruff manly voice said "Hey boy, this is going to be your test to see if you are fit to serve me. I will use you as I please and your safe word is Mickey Mouse - but if you tap out and use your safe word tonight, you are not coming back to serve me". A sense of panic gripped me - how far would he push? Would I be able to handle it? Just looking at his sexy legs, I knew I wanted to serve him regularly - I was determined to do my best to not use the safe word. He then asked me to crawl to his bedroom.
The room was dimly lit but I could see BDSM apparatus spread out on the floor and on the bed. He blindfolded me, then locked my hands behind my back to a bar. And then asked me to open my mouth. I eagerly opened it - and he put just the tip of his cock in, and said "Drink". Immediately a warm stream of his piss filled my mouth- "Not a drop on the floor or you will be punished boy!" I desperately tried to swallow as the stream kept coming - glug glug glug - I had swallowed piss before but not this much. I was about to choke but finally managed to figure out how to simultaneously swallow while keeping my mouth locked on his tip.
After he emptied his bladder into me, he ordered me to suck. Till then I had only felt the flaccid tip. As soon as I started sucking, the mushroom head grew quickly and I had to open my mouth as wide as it would go to take just the head. "Deeper boy!" he said, and I started moving down the thick shaft - and what followed was the most fortuitous and pleasant surprise in my entire slave life. His cock kept going inside, sliding past my tongue, my inner tongue, my tonsils and finally lodged deep at the back of my throat. I was not expecting such a massive cock and I immediately began to gag. "No gagging! Hold it right there!" - I was delirious with the pleasure of having the largest cock of my life in my throat, but I was also nearly suffocating - I didn't want to use the safe word yet, so I pulled all my resolve and started moving my tongue against his hairy balls. After several seconds, pulled out and then congratulated me on not gagging and throwing up.
Next he said he was going to set a timer for 45 sec and I needed to hold his monster cock in my throat till the timer went off. I was trembling with a mix of excitement to take that cock again, and the fear of asphyxiating. But he brought a fresh bottle of poppers near my nostrils and asked me to take deep whiffs. That helped me relax and loosened up my throat. And before I knew it, the monster cock was ensconced deep in my tonsils again. Tic tic tic tic... the wait was interminable- it was weird that I simultaneously wanted that timer to never go off, and to go off at once. But I succeeded in taking it for 45 sec and he pulled out, and exulted "That was good boy! You have done well. Now let's do 1 min". He moved me to the edge of the bed with my head hanging down by the side, and then started the timer and plunged his cock even deeper than before - with the perfect angle, it went all the way to my epiglottis and I could barely move my tongue. He slowly started thrusting up and down.
Another interminably long minute later he pulled out, his cock covered in a thick layer of my throat slime. He chuckled and said "Perfect lube! Get the fuck up and go on all fours facing the other way!" My joy knew no bounds! He was going to fuck me - I still hadn't seen that cock, but had sensed how big it was. My tiny cock was throbbing in my cage and straining to get out. My entire body was convulsed with anticipation.
He ordered me to take another whiff of the poppers - and as I was sniffing those intoxicating fumes, he started penetrating me. My tight hole was being invaded by the biggest cock it has ever taken and I moaned in pain - he pushed harder, and the monster cock kept going in. The poppers had been timely. I loosened up to allow that thick cock to get past my sphincter, and after several seconds of traversal it finally reached my rectosigmoid junction. I was giddy with pleasure by now, my prostate was being squeezed like never before. The poppers made me light headed and it felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole with pleasure engulfing me on all sides. Then he started pounding - bam bam bam bam. Each iteration took a second, i could feel the big hairy balls slapping my ass. I couldn't hold position and fell on to the bed. He lay on top of me and I could feel his scruffy beard, long hair and fresh breath on my back as he pounded even more intensely. The feeling in my prostate was intense - it was like being jerked off with a fist up my hole. Very soon I squirted a huge load. And he sensed it from the contractions of my sphincter.
"Do I stop fucking just because you already came? Of course not! I keep going for as long as I want - the ass is tightest after a slut has just cum!" he declared, and continued to fuck me. Only subs can understand what it feels like to get fucked right after cumming - the prostate is already overstimulated at that point, there's a sensation of pleasure along with what feels like an urge to pee. It was as if my entire loins were being tortured by edging.
After nearly 20 min of non stop pounding he pulled out and asked me to clean off the ass juices from his cock. Then once again he positioned me on the edge of the bed and started raping my throat. This time there was no timer. By then I had figure out how to breathe when he was thrusting up and down my throat.
After about 15 min of deepthroat fucking he started moaning loudly and said "Here's your reward boy!" - a huge load of sweet tasting cum hit the back of my throat and I was transported to heaven yet again that night.
Finally he untied my hands and took off my hood and asked me to look up. Yet another pleasant surprise- the man I had just served was the most handsome guy I had ever had the fortune of seeing naked - tall, hairy, with a scruffy beard and extremely handsome - he looked like a younger version of Aragorn. I couldn't believe my luck - not only was he the most hung of anyone I had been fucked by, he was also by far the most good looking.
He smiled at me and said "good work boy! Where have you been all these days? You have passed the test. You will become my slave and I want you to call me Sir. I will text you with further instructions. Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here. "
I hurriedly obeyed Sir's orders and drove home. How did such lowly sub get the good fortune of meeting such a studly, hung, virile Sir? And how did the sub pass Sir's test and get accepted as Sir's slave. Was this all a dream? Was I imagining this after all those poppers?
It has been 2.5 years - it seems like Iam still in a dream, and i continue to ask myself those same questions -how did such a lowly sub slave get the good fortune of serving such a perfect man as Sir? ______
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