Henry, in his white jock strap is towering over Thomas, manspread on the couch in only his black Calvin Klein briefs. Despite their juxtaposition, they both know who's in charge as Thomas, looking up at him asks, "You like what you see, little man?"
“Oh…yes…sir..”, Henry exhaled.
“Good”, Thomas responded. Pointing to the floor between his knees, “On your knees. You know what to do.”
Henry had never been in this position before, both literally and figuratively. Thomas was the sexiest man he’d ever seen, much less been with, and he seemed to have a sixth sense for what Henry needed. To be owned and used, but with an undercurrent of respect, possibly even affection.
Thomas looked into Henry’s eyes, looked down at his own bulge and back at Henry, indicating to Henry it was time to get to work. Henry, had always been the aggressor in situations like this, but submitting to another man made his cock harder than he’d ever imagined it could be. He leaned down and asseertively began to lick Thomas’s underwear-covered bulge, so aggressively in fact, Thomas admonished him, “Slow down little man…we have all night.” Henry, still on his knees, looked up into Thomas’s eyes and smiled when, in fact, all he wanted to do was smother his face in Thomas’s bulge. He slowed down, and in doing so, savored the heat and energy emanating from behind the black briefs. Finally, when he couldn’t take it any longer, he looked up again at Thomas, who was leaning back with his arms crossed behind his head, and begged, “Please sir?”
“It’s time, Henry. But with your teeth.”
Henry knew exactly what he was talking about as he’d given those instructions many times himself. Remove the briefs by peeling them off with his teeth, heightening the eroticism of the moment. Henry pushed his face into Thomas’s growing bulge and nibbled the top of the brief, (off to the side of his cock so as not to accidently bite him) and slowly pulled them down over his erection with his teeth. “Look at me when you do that little man. I want to see your face”, Thomas commanded.
It wasn’t easy for Henry to peel off the briefs while looking up at his master, but he made it work, trying his best never to lose eye contact. When Thomas’s swollen cock finally escaped from its Calvin Klein prison, Henry began to use his hands to pull them off him, all the while looking at Thomas for approval. Thomas knew the question he was asking and gave Henry a subtle nod to keep going.
Once he had the briefs over Thomas’s ankles, Henry was ready to dive into his reward, Thomas’s unbelievably thick, veiny cock. “Not so fast, Henry. I going to make you earn that. Take the briefs and inhale your daddy’s scent. Go on, cover your face with them.”
Henry was now so horned out his mind, he happily scooped the briefs up and buried his face in them. Truth was, Thomas had apparently showered just before dinner so the scent was more freshness than funk, but he would’ve been perfectly fine with either.
“Like that little man?” Thomas asked.
“Yes sir”, Henry replied, again with full eye contact and a huge grin.
“Good. Keep those nearby, they’ll come in handy later tonight.”
Henry could only hope.
Now nude, Thomas settled back even more comfortably into the couch and spread his legs further, signaling permission for Henry to continue. Henry, relishing his newly submissive role, looked up again at Thomas asking for permission, which again, Thomas gave him, with one admonition, “Remember Henry, go slow. We have all night.”
These words were music to Henry’s ears…to have all night to worship this stud’s cock and become nothing but a sex toy to him.
Henry stared at Thomas’s now throbbing appendage wondering where to start. It was like looking at your dinner plate on Thanksgiving and wanting to eat everything first. And it wasn’t lost on either of them, Thomas or Henry, how starving Henry was at this moment.
Henry forced himself to be cool, start slow, so he began with one long tongue stroke up Thomas’s cock, starting at the base and ending at the tip. “Nicely done, little man”, Thomas groaned quietly. Henry knew he could make a meal just out of these long licks of the length of Thomas’s cock. Starting back at the base, he repeated this again and again, always targeting a slightly different angle of his cock to keep it stimulated. Several strokes in, he gently cupped Thomas’s balls and fondled them as he licked the length of his cock. “Nice, little man”, Thomas said. “Keep it up”.
Henry was experiencing something he never had in all his years of rough, raunchy man-sex: the exhilaration of being complimented on giving another man pleasure. He found himself more turned on by Thomas’s acknowledgement of his pleasure than the act itself. And this only fueled his desire to please Thomas even more.
Despite Henry’s inner voice telling him to stay cool, don’t move too fast, he couldn’t resist the urge to dive into Thomas more aggressively. He pulled back and started kissing up Thomas’s legs up through his inner thighs, and up to his torso and to his nipples, all the while making body-to-body contact with Thomas. “My little man likes being a slut, doesn’t he?” Thomas sneered.
With another big grin, Henry looked up into his master’s eyes, and replied, “Yes, SIR!”
Henry continued to find every square centimeter of Thomas’s skin that was yet untouched to kiss and lick it, making Thomas squirm. And with great discipline, he made sure he found his way back to Thomas’s still throbbing cock to service it.
Relishing his new role, Henry, still on his knees in servitude, pulled Thomas’s cock slightly away from his body and inspected the tip, which glistened with pre-cum. Again wordlessly, he looked up at Thomas, back at the tip as if to ask “May I?” Knowing what he had been asked, Thomas simply nodded subtly which gave Henry the permission he required to taste his cock with the tip of his tongue. And he was instantly rewarded with the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted. Thomas’s pre-cum was his prize; it was physical proof of Henry’s competence as a submissive lover. And this proof was all it took for Henry to, without permission, open his mouth wide and swallow Thomas’s cock down his throat further than anything, other than food, had ever been. His libido was so on fire, he’d have done anything, including near choking, to give Thomas pleasure. Thomas, who was surprised but not disappointed, groaned louder than anything they’d heard that night. “FUCK YES LITTLE MAN. You earned it, take my cock and fucking choke on it.”
That stamp of approval only amplified Henry’s desire to go deeper, and he found himself experiencing something he’d done countless times—oral sex—but never from this end. And he realized the wonders of this new world. Yes, it’s great to have your cock sucked, but to be the giver of pleasure added a whole other dimension to the sex.
Henry earnestly bobbed up and down on Thomas’s cock, somehow taking it deeper every time he went down on it. By now, Thomas’s hands were on either side of Henry’s head, guiding him down on him and holding him down longer than Henry believed he could endure. Every time was a second or two longer than the previous one. And every time Thomas responded with even more pleasure, “Fuck yeah, Henry, take my cock, choke on it”, “Swallow it you little slut…all the way”, “What a great cocksucker you are.” Henry was astounded at how this crude, degrading language turned him on and made him want to work even harder to please Thomas. But he wasn’t in any state of mind to question himself. He had become nothing more than a starving animal at this point.
Meanwhile, Thomas was relishing his role—not so much as the dom—but more as the tutor, educator, mentor. He was allowing Henry to sink into submission but didn’t rob him of his dignity. He provided the opportunity to experience the erotic pleasure of submission, without the corresponding degradation.
And so he decided, it was time to take him to bed. The night had just begun. Thomas placed both hands on the sides of Henry’s head, gently pulled him off his cock and turned his eyes to him. “Are you enjoying this, little man?” Thomas asked.
Henry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, reopened them and, peering straight into Thomas’s eyes replied, “Oh, fuck yes sir. More than I ever knew possible.”
“Good, let’s take it to bed then. You haven’t seen anything yet”, Thomas said as he stood, grabbed him by the hand and led him into the adjoining bedroom.
“Flat on your back”, Thomas commanded. Arms and legs spread wide. DO IT!”, he added for emphasis.
Henry, knowing he was safe, did exactly as he'd been told which made his massive bulge in his jockstrap the centerpiece of the room. Thomas couldn’t help but notice, but saved his comment for later. With Henry settled on the bed waiting for the deluge of intimacy that he had submitted to, Thomas unexpectedly walked to his closet and sorted through the suits and shirts hanging there looking for something. Henry, watching this out of his periphery, wondered what he was looking for and his question was answered quickly. Thomas pulled five ties off a hanger and laid them on the bed. He picked one up and, without saying a word, seized Henry’s right wrist and tied it firmly, but not uncomfortably to the bedpost. Still wordless, he walked to the other side of the bed and did the same with his other wrist.
Henry was nearly hyperventilating from the eroticism of the moment. His cock never felt as hard and he couldn’t help but grind his hips into the bed asking to be fucked.
But Thomas wasn’t finished. He picked up a third tie and walked up to Henry’s head. Again, without uttering a word, he placed two pillows under Henry’s head so that he no longer laid flat, but had his head resting on the pillows facing his feet, and then covered his eyes with the silk tie.
Total blackness.
Henry heard Thomas say from the foot of the bed, “You’re a very sexy man, Henry.”
“Thank you, sir”, was all Henry was able to choke out in response. Strangely, the expensive, silk texture of the ties made the moment even more erotic if that’s possible. Henry thought to himself that although at this exact time there was no physical contact with Thomas, this was probably the most erotic moment of his life. To be nude but for his jockstrap, restrained and blindfolded by a man he fully trusted to teach him the hedonistic pleasure of submission was the pinnacle of sexiness. Just the thought nearly made him cum. And then he added the image of the specimen at the foot of the bed, he nearly passed out. 200 pounds of bulging, glistening muscle, that longed for Henry as much as he longed for him. He was completely overwhelmed with what was about to occur.
Suspecting this, Thomas leaned down and gently stroked the bottom of Henry’s foot which made him gasp aloud. This quickly revealed to Thomas that Henry's feet were as sensitive as most guy’s nipples and cocks. Just the gentle touch sent Henry through the roof. “Well, what have we here?” Thomas said with a smile. “Our little man has a foot fetish!”.
By this point, all Henry could do was whimper.
Now unable to move his upper body, he knew he was at Thomas’s mercy. The room was completely quiet but for the sense that Thomas was moving or changing position. Henry got his question answered quickly as he felt that Thomas had apparently squatted at the foot of the bed, grasped each ankle with his hand, and slowly started to lick the bottom of one of his feet. Starting at the heal, he moved slowly up the arch which was incredibly sensitive, up to the ball of his foot until his mouth swallowed his big toe.
Henry didn’t realize he had held breathe the entire time until he let out a howl as Thomas’s mouth consumed the big toe and sucked it like it was a miniature cock. “OH MY FUCKING GOD” cried Henry, unable to grasp this experience.
“Shush, little man”, Thomas whispered. “I’m just getting started.”
Henry writhed in a state of pleasure he never knew existed. His sexual M.O. was to fuck random white guys’ holes while berating them with tales of “superior black cock”. He had no idea that his toes, or anyone’s toes for that matter, could be the source of such erotic pleasure. He whimpered, for lack of any other appropriate response….”Please sir,” he gasped. “Please stop….please keep going…”. He writhed his hips into the mattress and tried to fuck the air above him begging his tormentor for more and knew better than to try to withdraw his still untethered feet.
Meanwhile, Thomas, who appeared to have done this before, methodically moved from Henry’s big toe, to his second, third, fourth, each time stroking the sensitive area between the toes with his tongue sending poor Henry into a complete meltdown. He finally tickled his baby toe with his tongue before he lovingly suckled it too. Henry didn’t know how much more he could take but he’d find out soon as Thomas moved to his other foot and repeated the entire process.
Henry had seen BDSM porn where tickling was administered, but never found it remotely interesting. But he was realizing that, while not being literally tickled, there was an element of that in what Thomas was doing to his feet and it created a sensation unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Finally, as Thomas reached the last toe of the second foot, Henry gave out an enormous cry of relief, knowing that this ordeal, erotic as it was, was over. Hopefully whatever came next would be more conventional.
Thomas pulled away from Henry’s feet being extremely careful about not making a sound. Being blindfolded, Henry listened carefully, but couldn’t make out Thomas’s whereabouts. The longer he remained silent, the more Henry writhed in his luxurious prison of silk restraints, grinding his hips and thrusting them in the air, asking “Sir, sir, where are you sir? Am I alone? Have you left me alone?”
Henry’s world had been turned upside down and with that he had lost track of time. He didn’t know if Thomas had been gone a minute or a quarter hour. But despite the uncertainty of his vulnerability, Henry knew he was safe so made a deliberate effort to relax and replace the anxiety of what was to come with anticipation.
He may have even drifted into a very light sleep state when, without warning or sensing Thomas was upon him, whispering directly into his ear, “That was just the beginning Henry. I’m going to take you to a place you never knew existed. Are you ready for me to take you there?”
Henry’s head was spinning. He’d already experienced things he didn’t know existed, and that was just the beginning? All he could do was moan, “Yes sir…I’m ready.”
“Good Henry”, he said, but Henry could hear Thomas's voice traveling back to the foot of the bed and then felt him climb between his legs and lift his ankles into the air exposing his hole to Thomas and all the world.
“You know what I’m looking at, don’t you Henry”, Thomas asked. But before Henry could answer, he added, “You know what I’m taking, don’t you Henry?” And again, before Henry could even respond, raised Henry’s legs into a “V” and with his face now apparently inches from his hole, blew gentle puffs of air into Henry’s puckering hole.
Thomas was well aware of Henry’s sexual history, both from his own gang bang three months ago where Henry was clearly experienced and in control, and from a subsequent conversation about Henry with Sam, his master.
Henry was a notorious top in Dallas who, due to his athletically honed physique and massive cock, had earned the title of “King of the BBC Gang Bangs". His aggressiveness was legendary and Thomas learned that it was widely believed that Henry had never sucked another guy’s cock nor even had a finger, much less a cock up his hole. But tonight changed everything and Thomas savored being the one to take the big man’s cherry and virility once and for all. But he was resolved to do it with the same respect and intimacy Henry showed him at the gang bang. This was going to be a win/win.
Thomas continued to blow into Henry’s hole making him squirm and moan helplessly. He knew it was time to give Henry an experience that would change his life. He spread his legs even further into the air, inspected Henry’s beautiful rosebud hole, and ever-so-slightly flicked it with the tip of his tongue.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!” Henry yelped. “OH MY GOD…WHAT IS THAT? WHAT IS THAT?” he begged.
“Just the beginning, little man. Just the beginning”, Thomas answered.
