On Display to Thousands

I ‘know’ this date from the club too. What had slipped my mind when we all met up at the airport was that he is uncircumcised. The only member of the club that retains his foreskin.

Everybody has their likes and dislikes. Foreskins give me the willies. They did long before I started engaging in forced sexual play with the fellas, before I ever touched or sucked a penis. I’m facing a huge challenge mentally if I must suck and be fucked by him. And I must. And I do. And it is. No disrespect to my master of the moment, but his dick is gross. And this would be the vilest event of the night.

When he fucked me in the bed from behind, laying on top of me, it wasn’t so bad. It just felt ‘different’, kind of slippery when moving in and out of me. The post climax cuddling, hugs and kisses on the back of my neck while we were both naked, with his limp cock pressed against me, was no worse than the romancing from the other guys. But the sucking, it almost made me bring up my Jersey Mike’s sub. This voluntary blow job with my active participation was revolting.

I just couldn't get into the fantasy force mode that I crave. No matter how hard I tried to shift my mind to other thoughts, the reality of what my tongue, lips and hand were feeling made me ill. Everything about his dick was a turnoff. I so wish my restraints were such that I could provide zero resistance and that my mouth was gagged open, completely unable to stop him. Maybe then this scene would have worked for me. My performance on him was therefore bad.

This BDSM master is not as abusive and certainly doesn’t verbalize like my last date, but he is still a dominant. A dominant who is not getting what he normally gets from his own sub. And he is not happy.

“I know you are new at this, but I expected better sucking than that. Before I take your ass, I’m going to show you that you must do better next time. Stand and wait,” I am told.

He walks away. I hear water running for a moment and then hear his footsteps as he returns. In his hand is a towel from the bathroom, its one end thoroughly moistened. I was lashed with a wet towel once before at Sir Michael’s; it can be as wicked as any flogger or whip.

That fact is proven as he circles me sending hits to my back, chest, butt, cock and balls. The unique snapping sound, reminiscent of locker room days, doesn’t give justice to the energy unleashed by the cloth as it contacts my skin. My wrists and ankles may be cuffed, giving an illusion of being restrained but standing here on the open floor taking the hits is difficult. The body is begging to flee, its almost impossible not to. It takes all I’ve got to not move from my position while accepting my deserved punishment.

Satisfied that I had learned both my lesson and paid my penance, I was directed to the bed. Every heterosexual has their preferred way of fucking, and so it is with homosexuals. This master likes his sub bent over the bed, feet on the floor so he can stand behind and thrust upward with the strength of his legs. And that is how he takes me, driving hard till he leaves his load in me.

As he extracts himself from my rectum, he immediately forces a plug back in with the comment that he doesn’t want me to soil the sheets with his precious sperm and adds that I should be honored that it remains within me. He continues his babble that he bets that I would prefer it in my belly. He then tells me not to worry as he always holds back a few drops, so, get on my knees and suck it out. Another ATM trial for me to bear, made worse by the addition of the foreskin.

I do as I was asked, make that told. He in fact has a few drops that I milk out. Still not satisfied, he then insists that I also lick his shaft clean of the cum slime that is making it glisten. I have to engage my hands to pull him back, so much more to licking a hooded cock. I may vomit; it takes a lot not to.

He is now ready to bed down for the night, exhausted from his satisfying fuck of a tight, and now, sloppy plugged hole. He has me climb in first, positioning himself behind me, holding me tight as we lay on our sides. He nibbles on my neck, and kisses it, giving me the shivers. Thankfully, he falls asleep quickly. I try to concentrate on thoughts other than this. His snoring makes it hard. Finally, my anticipated knock comes, and I scoot out of bed the best I can without disturbing my sleeping beauty.