I picked you up at a public toilet. We were both pretending to have a piss
and I could see you looking at my cock. It is not spectacularly long, about
seven and a half inches, but it is VERY thick, around three and a half
inches, which means that wherever I stick it when hard has to stretch out to
a circumference of nearly eleven inches.
You have that look of nervous excitement that I look for in new meat to
train, so I turn towards you and show you my cock in its fullness. Like
so many at this stage you freeze, the excitement dieing and the fear
blossoming in your eyes as if it is a threat (it is, but you don’t
fully realise that yet).
I close the gap between us, calmly so as not to jar you out of your
indecision and gently take your hand and place it on my pole. Although
your hand is average sized, it only goes halfway around its girth, so you
timidly grip it and stroke the skin gently, some exitement returning to your
eyes.
I play with your package, on the small side, and slide a hand down the back
of your trainers and inside your underwear. Hmm! promising, obviously a pair of
your wifes (you have the defeated look of the “pussy-whipped” husband). Inside your
knickers I finger your slit and the very tight, clearly virgin, pucker of your
arsehole. I look down at you and firmly say “My car is nearby, you will come
with me so we can talk”.
I have spent hours in places like this, picking up dozens of Bi, often barely
curious meat, eight out of ten follow me.
So do you.
AS part of my dominance game, I always insist that they remove their lower
clothing an carry it so that their legs, arse and package are bare to the
world and wear a pair of “fuck-me” stilletto heels I give them. I guide you
with my hand gripping your cock as you trail me blushing, but with no thought
of disobeying me. Outside it is dusk, but plenty of people, mainly men, see
and hear the “tap-tap” of us walking slowly by.
I can feel you shivering in the warm spring air as We reach my car and I push you
into the passenger seat and closing the door, walk around to the drivers side. very
few try to leave at this point and neither do you. I take my cock out, place
your hand on it and drive away. Your hand strokes my cock lightly, almost unbelieving
till we reach my home, a detached large house in extensive grounds. I park in my
garage, remove your hand, get out and walk to your side. I open your door, take firm
hold of your small, if now stiff, prick and pull you out of the car to follow me to
the door in the corner and down the stairs to my favourite room.
My Play Room.
“ON YOUR KNEES!” I order, then “STRIP COMPLETELY!”. You obey, you are going to be one
of the easier ones, a pity as I always enjoy persuading those who hesitate. Soon you
are only wearing the heels I put you in. “SUCK!” comes the next command as I push
my cock into your face. You still have a look of half curiosity, half trepidation as
you nervously open your mouth and I push into you. From your fumbles and unskilled
slurpings you confirm my opinion that yo are virgin in all man on man sex. No matter
you have less to unlearn as I groom you. I grab both sides of your head and force
myself into the back of your throat, I may have caught slightly on one of your teeth
or not, but I’m just looking for any excuse. I bellow at you “IF YOUR TEETH CATCH ME
AGAIN, I WILL KNOCK THEM OUT!”
I drag you to an old vaulting horse, bend you over it and cuff your wrists and ankles
to the four legs. I take a cane from the rack and pull your head up. “There are three
basic laws here” I said,
“One – you will obey any and all instructions given by me. or others wo will also use
you at my invitation”.
“two – what happens in here, stays in here”.
“three – when asked any questions, you will always answer with the truth, otherwise you
will not talk, although some moaning, crying and screaming is allowed under punishment
or when being used”.
“For this first offence of trying to bite my cock,” I exagerated, “your will recieve five
strokes, four of them suspended. All subsequent offences will recieve ten or more strokes”.
I walked behind you and laid one stroke of the cane across your lower backside and exposed
ball-sack as hard as I possibly could.
You scream.
I was not bothered, my nearest neighbours were a mile away and it would only give those
waiting upstairs a greater sense of anticipation. You then started threatening me with
exposure and the police, but the local and county police heads were among those upstairs,
so I laughed. “That offence will cost you ten strokes plus the suspended four”. once your
tirade had run down I put a large red ball-gag on you and called down the guests, I
laid on the four stokes, and each guest laid on one.
Your screams were muffled.
I turned to my guests, “as you can see, this one is fresh tonight, virginal and not yet
trained, so I cannot recommend his oral talents, but we can bust his anal cherry. Draw lots
for the order that you take him and we will start after brandy and cigars”