We were watching a football game on TV, he sitting on the couch with me on the floor at his feet. He was fully clothed. I was wearing nothing but a black collar around my neck attached to a leash which he held in his right hand. I felt him yank the leash so I turned to him.
"Yes, sir?" I asked.
"Boy, I need you to fix me another drink. A Seabreeze, same as before," he stated calmly but decisively.
I jumped to my feet and took his glass. He let out enough slack in the leash to allow me to cross the room to his wet bar. I fixed his drink (one ounce vodka, three ounces grapefruit juice, a splash of cranberry juice shaken over ice) and returned to him. I stood before him and extended the glass. He took it from me and began to sip it, his eyes locked on mine. I had arrived at his house only three hours before that Friday afternoon, and already he had tamed me to the point that I willingly wore his collar.
We had met online at a forum for people with exotic tastes. I saw his profile and winked, he responded with a short email, and we began corresponding. Soon we were talking on the phone. We found in each other complementary sexual energies. He was in his late 50s, an ex-military who continued to work out every day, and totally dominant daddy dom bear. I was in my early 30s, I also regularly visited the gym, and was a confirmed gay male sub. We soon ourselves making plans for me to visit him over a weekend. I would arrive, we would go out to dinner, eyeball each other, and see if there really was a connection.
As soon as I stepped through the threshold and shook his hand I felt confirmed in my view of our connection. He fixed us drinks, we began talking, and we never did make it out to dinner. He had a conversational style that put me at ease. When I told him that I was nervous about meeting him, he said he could help make all that nervousness go away. He had me sit on the couch right next to him. He had me close my eyes, relax and focus on his voice. The tone of his voice dropped, the cadence and timber changed, and he used what I recognized as hypnotic induction techniques to bring me into a trance. It's not easy to describe what happened next to someone who has not experienced hypnosis. I was awake yet I was also in a sort of dream state in which my mind concentrated 100% on his voice. He did in fact help me to immediately dispel all my nervousness about meeting him. He gave me the hypnotic suggestion that I would be calm and relaxed the entire weekend. And I can testify that it worked.
I was thoroughly relaxed as he then further probed my mind and desires. He led me through a series of questions starting with, "You want this meeting to go well, don't you."
"Yes," I answered.
It then led to such questions as, "You want to please me very much, don't you," to which I likewise answered "yes."
After that it all gets rather hazy. All I really know is that at one point he clapped his hands and said, "Awake!" and I opened my eyes. I felt refreshed, but was unsure how much time had passed.
It turns out that he had given me the post-hypnotic suggestion that I would enjoy following his instructions. He also implanted a certain trigger word in my mind, a trigger word that when spoken by him (and him alone) would cause me to become instantly aroused. (No, I'm not going to tell you what the trigger word is.)
Within a few minutes I found myself naked and on my knees, looking up at his hard throbbing meaty cock, looking into his eyes.
"Open your mouth for the penis," he intoned.
I complied. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he slowly pushed the tip of his fully erect cock into my mouth. He was blessed with a cock eight inches long, two inches in diameter. Long and quite thick.
"You want to suck the cock," he said. I immediately began furiously to suck his cock.
"You love the taste of my pre-cum, don't you," he said. I nodded and moaned as I took his cock deeper into my mouth and to the back of my throat. Ordinarily I would gag on such an enormous penis, but my gag reflex was noticeably absent. I am pretty sure that he had given me the post-hypnotic suggestion that I would not gag on his dick.
After five minutes of worshiping his cock, he took me to his bedroom and had me get on the bed on my hands and knees. He smeared lube on his cock and mounted me from behind. Since both of us were disease-free, he fucked me bareback. He went slow at first, listening to my body. My ass was clean and lubed and ready, but also remarkably tight. It had been a long time since I had allowed anyone to penetrate me. Also, I made sure to incorporate certain exercises into my workout to keep the muscles in my ass strong. As he picked up speed and penetrated me a little further with every stroke, my ass relaxed for his meaty cock. I then began squeezing my ass in time with his thrusts, which of course he absolutely loved. Soon I brought him to orgasm inside me. I heard him groan with delight and felt his thrusts become quicker and harder inside me. He began slapping me on the ass and calling me all sorts of names which I shall not repeat here.
Knowing that I was bringing him pleasure gave me intense pleasure. I loved the fact that he was using my body to satisfy his lust, and I felt as if I could go all night long. I could tell the exact moment when he came, the exact moment when he ejaculated his hot hot semen into my tight wet fuck hole. People who are not into anal sex might not believe this, but it was so pleasurable to me that I also reached orgasm right after he did. The stimulation of my prostate combined with the sheer pleasure and state of arousal from giving him pleasure was enough for me to climax. And of course it also helped that he reached his right hand under me to tightly grip my cock. He told me later that gripping my penis was like holding onto the saddlehorn while riding a horse. It helped him control my body so that he could maximize his thrusts into me. Right after he climaxed, and while his still stiff cock was planted firmly inside my love canal, he changed his grip and began stroking me. It was exactly what I needed to push me into orgasmland. (Why does it feel a thousand times better when your loves touches you than when you touch yourself?)
He pushed me down flat on my belly, and collapsed on top of me, his massive penis still deep inside me, still depositing the final drops of its payload into me. I lay flat right on top of where I shot my cum on the bed. I felt my tummy begin to get wet from all my own semen.
He lay on top of me, positioning his mouth right next to my ear.
"Damn, you're a good fuck. You know that, boy," he asked.
"So I've been told," I smiled.
"I want you to wear my collar, to be exclusively my boy," he said. "How do you feel about that? Are you ready to be physically and mentally dominated by a older dom? In effect, to be owned by your master, your daddy, your sir?"
"Hhhmmmmm, what is there not to like?" I said. "Of course I do. I accept."
And that's when I felt him place his black leather collar around my neck. I was his, his slave boy, his punk, his fuck toy.
Both of us drifted off to sleep.