Fucking Cheryl. So I got a new job, which is what she wanted, and now she's bitching because I can't take time off this summer to go to her parents' cottage and play stupid board games and drink too much. I mean, I can go for a weekend, but she got it into her head that I would spend three weeks there. What the hell? You can't take a big holiday when you get a new job, for fuck's sake.
And her brother. Don't get me started. He's a fucking troglodyte. Are you getting the impression that my marriage isn't the greatest? Yeah, that's what happens when you marry at age twenty and have a kid practically the next week. When you come from a shitty little town like I did, you are supposed to marry your childhood sweetheart and that's the end of the story.
So she went to the cottage and I went to work. We barely spoke that Monday morning. I was getting cool in this marriage anyway. We had a pretty regular sex life when we were twenty. Nothing that interesting if I'm honest. Just comfortable and cozy. For me it was the cozy that really counted. I liked feeling that I was held and safe.
And Cheryl tended to run things which I was ok with. I suppose I was a bit submissive as a husband and for some reason that was all right with me. And besides, it was easier. If I tried to give my opinion it was like an international war crime and she would plead male domination which I know is a thing, don't get me wrong, but I am not that kind of male. She's the dominant one.
So I got in the subway, glad to get away from Cheryl. My new job was at an ad agency downtown. One of those big multi-national behemoths that has offices all over the world. But it was a good job, better than I'd ever had. I was one of the guys under the creative director which was pretty cool.
I was a little nervous, but I was also excited. My boss's name was Avyan. He was this dynamic guy who seemed to be on top of everything. He had these piercing brown eyes and in the interview, he scared the shit out of me, but I managed, I guess, to impress him because he hired me.
I got up the millionth floor of the skyscraper our offices were in and went to the reception desk and told the young guy there who I was. He got on the phone and then said, “Right down to the end of the hall. He's expecting you.” I remembered where his office was and made my way, trying to be cool.
When I got there, Avyan was sitting at his big glass desk in front of a window that looked out over the city.
“Nick. Nice to see you. Have a seat.”
I sat across from him and again felt a little intimidated. He stared at me for a moment, then said, “So you're first day. Why don't you follow me around and I'll make introductions and you can see how things work.”
It wasn't a question, I realized. I was soon to learn that Avyan doesn't ask questions. He just tells you what you are going to be doing. I realized I liked a boss who was clear. My last boss was a bit of wuss.
So I spent the day being Avyan's shadow. I followed him around, meeting all kinds of people and shaking all kinds of hands. I realized how tall he was, taller than I first realized. He had long legs and wide shoulders and his suit – which probably cost more than my car – fit him like a glove. Impressive. For some reason I found it distracting. What was that all about?
I spent the day taking notes and trying to remember everyone's name and what the accounts were that I was going to be working on. I felt a little dizzy by the end of the day.
At five-thirty, Avyan said. “You should go home. That's probably enough for today.”
Again, it wasn't a question and I was relieved, because I was fucking tired.
“See you tomorrow, Avyan.”
His eyes drilled into me, and he only said one word. “Yes.”
--
When I got home, I shed my clothes and spent the evening in my underwear which felt really nice. I ate some shitty frozen dinner and had a beer. Then I decided to rub one out given that I had the house to myself. I put on some porn that I like and tossed my briefs aside and started a good stroke. But the thing I was watching wasn't working. I browsed through some other stuff until I found one with a woman who, I realized, was on top and in more ways that one. She was sitting on this guy's cock but she was clearly directing traffic. I found it a little distracting because the guy had this huge cock and hairy balls and even though it was sliding into this woman's cunt, for some reason it was all I could really see.
I didn't give it much thought, just lost myself in the feeling and the big cumshot was her stroking his cock and edging him for a while. His dick was really wet and he looked desperate. I found myself rooting for him and when she finally let him cum, I almost cheered and spurted cum along with him, pouring a surprising amount of cum all over my chest. That was nice.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same and I had to process a ton of information and learn a lot really fast. On the Friday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk trying to sort through all the stuff that was on the go when Avyan came into my office and said, “Let's grab a beer. You deserve it.”
He was standing in my door with a big smile that I hadn't seen before. Good looking dude, I thought. The girls must be jumping into his pants. “Sure. That would be cool.”
We went to this dark, high-end bar down the street that I had never seen before. It was called “The Enlisted” which is a strange fuckin' name for a bar, but it was really nice and chill. I had sort of thought there would be some of our co-workers along for the ride, but it was just the two of us which I thought was a little odd, for some reason.
We sat at a booth in the corner and Avyan ordered for us. I didn't notice at first, but then two martinis arrived and I barely remember him ordering them. He raised his glass and said, “I think you're going to work very well for me.”
I thought it was a strange thing to say, but it's not like I could argue with him, so I raised my glass to his. His eyes were drilling into my head which was intense. I drank a big gulp and hoped the alcohol would blur the strange feelings in my gut. For some reason I was really aware of his body and he smelled like some expensive woodsy cologne.
But he chatted as if it was just a normal evening out and I relaxed. We ate some dinner – which he ordered and another martini. By the end of the second one, I was feeling pretty good. I relaxed and enjoyed the conversation. There was a moment when he was making a point about something and put his hand very firmly on my wrist for a second, grasping it. I looked down and then into his face. He had this little smile. Was this dude hitting on me?
I took another gulp of my martini, not sure what to do or think. But he went back to talking shop, about the state of advertising and it was as if it never happened.
At about ten-thirty, he suddenly stood up. “Well, I think you need to get some sleep.”
As if it was all about me. But I had to agree. “Yeah, Avyan. I think that's a good idea.”
We walked out of the bar and into the street. He looked at me. “Walk me to my car.”
He was parked around the corner and he stopped by a sleek electric thing that must have cost a fortune. He looked at me again, his eyes boring into me in a really disconcerting but mesmerizing way. “I'll see you on Monday, bright and early. Get some rest.”
I was about to stick my hand out to shake his when he stepped forward and put his arms around me and pulled our bodies together. I was so startled I didn't know what to do. I felt his breath in my ear and his voice which was low, almost a growl, said, “Nice evening. I like your suit. I want you to wear this one every Friday. Understand?”
There was something about the way he said this that sent a little shiver up my spine. Before I could answer, I felt his hands slide down my back and grip my ass really firmly and he pulled our bodies together. I felt the unmistakable feel of his cock – a big fucking tool of a cock – pressing against mine. And the part that blew my mind was that mine was hard as well. What the fuck?
He let go of me and looked me in the eye again. He said a little more insistently, “Understand?”
I swallowed, feeling a little stab of fear, but also the desire to please him. “Yes, I understand.”
A part of my brain said, what the fucking fuck was going on? But the rest of my brain felt weirdly quiet and I was almost relaxed. Without another word he turned and got into his car and drove off. I stood there on the street and it was like I was paralyzed. Finally I shook my head and turned and went to the subway. I didn't really think about anything all the way to my house. I opened the door and closed it. I went to the bedroom and shed my clothes and got into bed. I lay there and what I suddenly let myself be aware of was my cock which was hard as fuck and dripping onto my belly. I was more turned on than I had ever been. Ever.
I reached down and gave myself a stroke or two and that was all it took. My orgasm was the size of Manhattan and a jet of cum flew from my cock and hit me in the chin, then another and another and cum was all over my chest. What the hell was going on? But it felt amazing. My body seemed to be glowing. I ran my hand through the liquid on my chest and sucked it off. I kept going, collecting as much of my cum as I could, finally getting the last few globs on my fingers and sucking them dry.
Without any further thought I turned on my side and fell asleep almost immediately.
I woke up the next morning and the first thing I thought was, what the...? All I could think about was Avyan's eyes boring into me. And I could still feel his cock pressing against mine and mine got hard again almost instantly. I was straight, for fuck's sake. Wasn't I?
I lay there slowly stroking my cock. I suddenly remembered being about thirteen and this older kid on my street had got me in a headlock with my face in his crotch. And what I remembered, really, was the feel of his cock against my face through his running shorts. That was it, that's all I remembered. But I realized as I lay there jacking my cock, was that I occasionally let myself remember that moment. I didn't think about that moment, just remembered it.
I got out of bed fast and slipped on some track pants. I went to the kitchen and got all industrious and made breakfast and coffee. I read the paper and vacuumed the living room.
Just after lunch my phone pinged. I thought it would be Cheryl, but when I looked at the screen it was Avyan. It said No underwear on Monday. Got it?
I felt a burst of shock go through me and my mind emptied. I looked at the screen as if it was in another language. How can he...?
But at the same time, my cock was telling a different story. I got hard again at the thought that he was telling me to do something. Something exciting. It was, I realized, like having my face stuffed into someone's crotch. And the next thought, the thought that blew my mind was, I liked it.
I texted him back. Yes.
Another text: Good boy.
--
I pulled on my pants Monday morning over my rigid cock and had to re-arrange myself several times so I wouldn't be too obvious when I got on the subway.
When I got into work, Avyan behaved like absolutely nothing had happened between us. He was focused and almost cheerful and we got started on a new project and I almost forgot about it all. Almost.
Just after lunch, I went into the bathroom and was pissing at a urinal when I heard the door open and sure enough, Avyan came in and stood beside me. He undid his pants and hauled out his cock, a big cock. He started to piss and it was like a horse.
He turned and looked at me. “Do up your pants.” I felt a rush of embarrassment, but I complied. He kept pissing. Then he said, “The next time you need to piss you come and ask me. Understand?”
Part of me wanted to walk out and say fuck this, but the rest of me said, “Yes.”
Without doing up his pants, he turned and pushed me into one of the stalls. “Sit down.”
I sat on the toilet. He came up to me and stood really close. I could smell his body, the heat from that cock which was still dripping piss. “Clean me off.” I looked up at his face hoping he was joking. But his stare was laser focused. I knew I had no choice. “With you lips. No tongue.”
He moved a little closer so his cock was touching my lips and I began to run my mouth over the head of his prick, tasting his piss, tasting a little salty sweat. As my lips travelled around his cock, it grew and seemed to get hotter. The head was big and the shaft was thick and rippling with veins. It was the first cock other than my own I had ever touched. He grabbed my head in both hands and said, “Don't stop. Keep those lips moving.”
My mouth travelled over the head and then down along the shaft, and then back up. His cock must have been nine inches. At least. It was throbbing and as my mouth moved back up to the head I saw a big drop of precum on the end. Before my mouth could get there, he collected it on his finger and smeared it on my face.
“Good boy.” Then he stepped back and did up his pants. “Now get back to work. And don't even think about jerking off. I will tell you when you can cum. Understand?” He turned and left.
I sat there on the toilet and felt a rush of conflicting emotions. I was angry, I was so turned on I could hardly sit still, I was humiliated, but at the same time that was what turned me on. Fuck! What was going on?
And I suddenly had the image of my father in my head. He died when I was thirteen, but I remembered his voice and there was something about Avyan's that reminded me of him. My father was a fucking prick. He hit my mother and treated me like shit. Why the fuck was I remembered this right now? But I also knew why. Because even though Avyan was not my father – nowhere near – there was something about the force of his will. With my father it was humiliation. But with Avyan? My cock knew.
The rest of the day was normal, we got work done, we joked, we drank coffee. I went home feeling a bit cheerful. The job seemed within my capabilities and I even enjoyed it. I sat at my kitchen table and I suddenly had the thought that something was coming. I mean, Avyan was preparing for something. Why else had he made me lick his cock in the middle of the day?
It all felt a little overwhelming so I stopped thinking about it. I wanted to jerk off so badly, but I felt I had to obey him. Why? But I did.
--
The end of the week came and I was feeling increasingly agitated. And horny as hell. I assumed something was going to happen, but I couldn't figure out what. Avyan seemed normal and nothing like what had happened in the bathroom happened again. I was just about to leave the office on Friday afternoon, when he came and stood in the door to my office. “Where are you going?”
“Uh...home?”
He shook his head. “Why would you think that?”
I couldn't answer that and just looked at him. Finally I said, “What do you want me to do?”
“That's better. I want you to come with me.”
He turned without another word and walked away. I collected my briefcase and followed him. He went to the elevators and down to the parking garage. He walked to his car and opened the passenger side. “Get in.”
I sat in the crazy leather seat and watched as he went to the other side and got in beside me. He looked at me for a moment, then undid his pants and hauled out that cock of his.
“Suck it.”
My head was spinning again but I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and put my mouth on his cock but before I could get used to it I felt his hands on my head and he pushed me down so most of his cock went into my mouth and throat and I choked, but he held my head down, fucking up a few times. I was gagging but at the same time a little buzz of excitement started to do off in my body. I felt his pubic hair on my hose and his cologne was in my head.
He pulled my head back and pushed me back to my seat. He started the car and we drove off, his cock still out and hard. We only drove a few blocks and went into another garage. When he parked the car, he turned and said, “Go back down on me. Now.”
I had to comply. Something was happening that was beyond my ability to resist and it was turning me on more than anything I had ever felt. I leaned over and opened my mouth and sure enough he pushed my head down on him again, driving up into my mouth as I choked and gagged.
Then with his hand in my hair, he pulled me off him. “Get out of the car.”
I opened the door and stepped out. He got out as well and we walked to the door to the inside of the building. His cock was still out and still hard and I was amazed at how brazen he was being. We got in the elevator and as soon as the door closed he said, “Kneel and open your mouth.”
I knelt, looking up into his face. He leaned down and spit on my mouth. Then again. Three times. He smiled and said, “Good boy. Stay on your knees.”
When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, he said, “Now get up.”
I followed him down a short hall and waited while he unlocked the door. He pushed me into his condo and shut the door.
“Take off your clothes. Everything. When you're in this space I want you naked.”
I had given up listening to the part of me that protested. I dropped my briefcase and undid my tie, shucking my jacket and shirt. I opened my pants and slid them off, my socks, then finally my briefs. He took my briefs before I dropped them and put them to his nose inhaling. “Nice. Now go to the bathroom and have a shower. You'll find some equipment there. I want you to use it so you'll be clean. Understand?”
I said, “Yes...but...”
“But what? Clean your ass for me. I want you sparkling. Do you want me to show you how to douche yourself? If you don't know how get on the internet. Just do it.”
He turned and walked to the end of the hall which I assumed was the bedroom. I followed and saw a door on the way to a large, gleaming bathroom. I went in and closed the door. I hadn't the slightest clue what douches was so I did have to look it up. I ran back to the hall and got my phone and went back. By the sink was the little rubber device that I was supposed to use. After a while on the internet I managed to do it, but felt really strange and part of me wanted to go home. I felt like a little kid.
When I was as clean as I could and trying not to think about the implications of why I was doing it, I got in the shower and washed my whole body. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, the air felt chilly. There was a light on in the room at the end of the hall so I went that way.
Avyan was standing by the bed. He was naked and his cock was big, completely hard. “Come over here and kneel down.”
I went and got on my knees and Avyan moved closer to me. “The only think you get to touch is my cock and only with your mouth. Understand?”
“Yes.”
He pulled me by the hair so I was looking up at him. “Yes, what?”
I knew what he wanted. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. Now suck me. No teeth, no hands.”
Having never sucked a cock before, I felt a stab of fear, but I complied. I opened my mouth and took his cock in, the first cock I had ever sucked. I pushed my head lower and more of his dick slid into my mouth, pressing against my throat. I felt his hand on the back of my head and he pushed further and I had to relax so as not to gag. He put both hands on the sides of my head and started to fuck my face. Fast and I was gagging and choking again, but the more he did it, the more I wanted it.
He moved one hand into my hair and used it to give himself traction as he fucked even harder. I started to choke and he pulled my head off his cock. “Breath. Take a second.”
I looked up at him and his face wasn't unkind. When I caught me breath, he slid his dick into my face again. We kept this up for a while and I had to stop a few times to keep from gagging, and each time he gave me a minute. His cock seemed almost bigger and I could smell raw sex coming from his body.
Suddenly he said, “Get on the bed with your head at the end leaning back. I'm going to fuck your face.”
A little scared again, I got up and lay down with my head leaning back. He leaned forward and his cock slid into my mouth again and I felt his balls hit my nose. He stayed still for a moment, and the heat from his body was making me dizzy. I reached for my cock which was screaming for attention.
“Don't touch. Only when I say you can.”
That made me crazy and my lust for him went through the roof. He started to fuck my face again and his balls whacked my nose every time he bottomed out. Over and over that cock drove into my face and I was amazed he could keep it up. With one last deep fuck that made me choke, he pulled his cock back.
He smacked me in the face with his cock, then said, “Lean against the head of the bed.”
I turned and slid back and saw the leather straps tied to the bed frame. He walked over to one side and attached a rope loop to my wrist and pulled it tight. Then he did it on the other side. I was completely bound. My cock was hard as rock and running with precum.
He got on the bed and spread my legs. He reached under a pillow and got a bottle of what I assumed was lube. He poured it on his fingers and said, “I'm going to lube up your ass so I can fuck you. And you're going to like it.”
He smeared his fingers around my asshole and then slid them in, one at a time until four fingers were massaging me from the inside. It was strange and a little painful. He used his fingers to slowly fuck me, gyrating them wider and wider and I felt my ass relax a little and I started to enjoy it.
But he pulled his fingers out and without warning slid his cock into me. Fast. And hard. He bottomed out in me and I yelled, and was almost crying. It hurt and I squeezed my eyes shut. “It hurts now, Nick. But you will get used it.”
And with that, he started to fuck me. I felt like my body was going to split in two. With my hands bound, I could only take it. He looked down into my eyes and he spit in my face and fucked harder. And harder. I was going to break apart into pieces he was fucking me so hard. Suddenly I felt his mouth on mine and his tongue was doing the same thing his cock was. Invading and dominating. I opened my eyes just as the pain became some kind of otherworldly pleasure.
My cock was screaming and my balls wanted some sort of relief and his cock was massaging some part of me that I didn't know was there. I found myself saying “Fuck me, sir. Harder. Fuck me.”
“That's a good boy. You beg for this. I won't always be this generous.” He fucked a few more times then said, “After today, you need to ask me to fuck you, but I'll do it only when I'm ready. Otherwise,” and he thrust really hard, “You will not touch yourself. Unless I give you permission.”
I felt relief and humiliation at the same time. “Yes, sir.”
When I said that, he suddenly pulled himself out of me and still jerking his cock off, he moved up so his cock was right over my face. He looked down at me and said, “Do you want me to cum all over your face? Or do you want it down your throat?”
“My throat, sir.”
“Interesting. But I'm not going to. I want to see you with cum all over that pretty face of yours.”
He jacked faster and then that enormous tool started to spew cum and he moved his cock so the cum painted every part of my face, in my nose, on my lips, my forehead and it dripped from my cheeks.
I lay there and all I could smell was cum. I licked my lips and he said, “No. You get to lie there until I tell you you can clean it off.”
So I lay there, covered in cum. The smell was becoming intoxicating and I wanted so much to jerk off. He got off the bed and put his underwear on and left the room. I lay there for what seemed like hours and the cum was drying on my face and my asshole was sore and stung. My arms were going to sleep but I knew I had to stay still.
Finally he came back with a washcloth and he wiped my face and neck. He reached into the drawer beside the bed and extracted a black thing that looked like a little torpedo. He put some lube on it and slid it in my ass which made me yelp. He left it there.
“That's a butt plug, Nick. I want you to wear it all the time and only take it off when you need to and when you need to I want you to wash yourself completely before putting it back in. I want you clean at all times. Even bring it to work. Understand?”
“Yes, sir...but...?”
He leaned over and slapped my face and not playfully. “But what?”
I felt chastened. Before I could even think, I said, “Sorry, sir.”
“Apology accepted.”
He left the room again and I could hear him in the kitchen making food and I realized I was starving. He seemed to be gone for ages but then he came back in with a plate of pasta and shrimp. He sat on the bed and proceeded to feed me, forkful by forkful. It was strange, but I was grateful to eat. When I had finished, he went away again and I started to wonder if I would be there all night.
Finally he came back in and sat on the bed. He had two glasses of wine. He put them on the bedside table and undid the straps on my wrists. My arms had gone to sleep and my wrists were throbbing, but it was a relief.
He handed me one of the glasses. He raised his glass and we were about to toast and he said, “Here's to Nick. My new slave. You get to do whatever I ask and do whatever I ask with whomever I ask you to do it with. Congratulations.”
I felt startled all over again but I knew not to say anything. We clinked glasses and I drank a big gulp. I must have looked worried because he put his glass down and pulled me in for a hug. He kissed my hair and whispered, “Don't worry. We'll start slow.”
I felt relieve and turned on at the same time. He noticed my cock. “Do you want to take care of that?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then go ahead.”
I was so grateful I almost cried. I took my cock in my hand and stroked a few times. That's all it took. My body might as well have burst into flame and cum jetted out of me and all over my chest and drooled down to my stomach. I lay there, gasping. He said, “Clean yourself up.”
I went to get up and he said, “With your hands and your mouth. It's yours, you should have it.”
I had done this before, so I happily did it again and I collected all my cum and cleaned it off my hands. He watched me, his face impassive, but somehow interested.”
“You're a little cum slut, aren't you?”
“Yes, sir.” I couldn't believe I was saying that.
“That's good to know. I'm sure there are lots of guys who want to give you their cum.”
That thought excited me more than I could have expected. “Yes, sir. I would like that, sir.”
“Good.” And with that he took one of the straps and put it back on my wrist but less tight than before. He got into bed beside me and shut off the light. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled my body to his so his cock was nestled into the crack of my ass which made me feel safe. I felt safe. Bound to his bed and safe. This was a new life I was about to have.
