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A DOM'S LIFE
My Army buddies tease me for being the shy one, and my normal personality was more quiet and laid back. I was the nerdy gay dude training to be an intelligence analyst. Spent as much of my spare time reading as working out or exercising. I never seemed to talk about dating and I learned to not to mention casual hookups. The guys in my unit were open minded but not that open minded.
Besides, behind closed doors, I got into some kinky stuff and rougher sex. I sometimes like to blame Mr. Kenyon, a neighbor who I had a fling with the second half of senior year in high school. The man had a sub streak a mile wide and showed me how much I loved dominating, needed it even.
I'd been trying to grow out of that need, and for the last nine months I was giving a vanilla relationship the ol' college try. Eric was a catch, a 30-something dermatologist who was a skilled bottom and cocksucker and a man I connected with personally and intellectually. But sex was mutual, loving, and not that verbal. I was up front that I needed to keep things open for now. Eric agreed, for now.
I had only one sub, actually. Frank visited DC once a month on average. I wouldn't say I dropped everything when he did, but whenever I got a text from Frank, I'd cancel any plans with Eric or my friends and head over to the hotel Frank was staying at.
The man worked pretty high up in the FBI, and I still felt grateful we'd connected sexually like we did, after a chance encounter when we were booth cooling off on the Mall after a morning run. He had a beefy, middle aged build that pushed all my buttons, and then some. The fact he was a hungry bottom made it even better. The sex was scorching hot and we started an affair that grew more intense when the subtle domination during sex became more explicit.
I've never met a sub like Frank. Compliant, eager, and knowing how much of the act of domination and submission is a mental game.
The fact his text came not even a week after I came back from deployment made me realize how much I was overdue for a hot sub.
After a half year's absence, I knew we were in for a good session, especially because he was going to be in town a few days. It was Monday evening at 8 when I showed up at his hotel room. Frank answered wearing a towel around his waist. As per my instructions, he didn't say anything but led me inside. I watched as he tossed aside the towel and got down on the floor on his knees, hands braced on his thighs as he awaited whatever instruction I gave.
The man was pushing 50 and was masculine as fuck. Thinning hair, heavy five o'clock shadow, and lots of chest and body fur. He'd put on about ten pounds since I last saw him, but the padding just made his ex-jock beefiness that much hotter. On his left ring finger his gold band was visible, and he still wore his Rolex watch. Other than that, he was butt naked and ready for me.
"You hungry cunt?" I growled.
"Yes, sir!" he replied. Not loudly, but with full compliance.
"I need a hole to use," I said with deliberation. "Know where I can find one?"
Not moving an inch, Frank said out loud, "You can use one of mine, sir. If I'm worthy, sir."
I gripped his short hair and yanked his head up to look at me. "Is that right?"
"Yes, sir," he said more softly.
I spit on his face. Some of the saliva hit him in the eye but most ran down his cheek. "Open up!" I ordered.
He did. I gave his cheek a light slap after I let go of his hair.
"That's a pretty mouth." I pushed two fingers into it. "Gonna use it as my pussy tonight. You got that, bitch?"
The law enforcement agent nodded as he sucked on my fingers. The low throaty moan from him turned me on like crazy. I pushed them right back to nudge at the edge of his gag reflex. Frank resisted with every bit of a sub's willpower. Frank had said when we first started up that he was surprised a nice, mild mannered guy like me was such a good dom. I still knew I had to work on balancing my desires with my sub's vibe, but Frank made those two sides of the coin seem like the same thing.
I extracted my fingers and made a show of wiping them on the man's rounded delt muscle. I looked down and grinned to see his shorter, fat erection rock hard and reddened. He clearly needed this as much as I did.
I stepped back and unzipped. I hauled out my erection.
"I love your cock, sir," Frank said. I didn't give him permission to speak first unless he was complimenting me.
"Yeah?" I grinned, fisting my hardon.
"Yessir... that beautiful superior cock."
I paused, letting the man's go from my dick to my face and back again. Waiting. Then, I grunted. "You bring the restraints?"
"Yessir. On the table, sir."
I walked over, my hard dick swaying. Along with some lube, there were our three accessories at my disposal. A ball gag, a leather belt, and two pairs of restraints. I picked up one pair and left the other items there.
I didn't need to order Frank. Already he was putting his hands behind his back, ready to be bound. His dick moved when I tied them securely. "Thank you, sir!"
I smiled and walked back in front of him. My dick swaying inches from him. "Get on it, you cunt."
Frank pounced, moving up on his knees and using his mouth to catch and steady my prick to suck it. It had taken some training to get Frank to take me deep like this, but he worked my full length with lewd mouth strokes.
"Stop.... I said fucking stop!"
Frank willed himself to stop, with about three inches of my dick in his mouth. "You forgot how to wait for orders?"
Frank pulled off. "Sorry, sir. My error, sir."
My hand rained across his cheek. It wasn't the hardest slap I'd given him, but he felt the sting. He let out a deep grunt, turned on as hell. "I better drive," I said.
"As you wish, sir," he said compliantly. I knew this was the kind of man who gave orders for a living, and the fact he took mine just made my nuts ache.
"Open up," I urged as I held both sides of his skull. "That's it... steady, you whore. I'm really fucking horny now... OK, BREATHE!" I hissed. He did and I plunged in. Sometimes Frank could do this without a hint of gag reflex. That day he was fighting it, twisting his upper body with his hands tied behind his back. "Easyy... easy man... you got this... you've done it before... taken my big cock.... Come on."
I held tight along his head, keeping him from pulling off, but my fingers massaged softly, until I felt his natural resistance relax. I moved my right hand and wiped away a tear from his eye then I pulled out. "Breathe," I instructed.
Frank took in some air and kept his gaze in front of him, right on my spit wet cock. He was doing better than I anticipated.
"OK," I said. "Coming back in."
This time went better, but I could feel the throat constricting and relaxing around my cock. It was a marevlous feeling. I took a steady breath myself then started fucking the stud's hot throat.
I'd been working on keeping my trigger in check, but with the rough treatment of his throat, it was probably best that it didn't take me long to cum. I held his head and just fucked it like a fleshlight. This time, right on the edge, I thought of doing this in some field office director's office, and that got me there, in a big way.
Frank coughed and sputtered on my cum. I pulled out and gently slapped his face with my wet dong, which was now mucusy and covered in sperm and spit, too.
I came down from my nut as the man recovered. Remarkably, he hadn't lost a bit of his hardon. I went behind and undid the constraints and as he worked out the kinks I handed him some lube.
"Stroke," I ordered, standing back in front of him. My dick was still rigid and stood in front of him. His eyes were on it as he started jacking off at a feverish pace.
"You like being my hole?" I asked in a pointed tone.
"Yessir, I do. I'm honored to be your hole."
"Tell me what you need, sub. Tell Daddy," I growled.
I was half this guy's age, but the words came out. "Can I please feel your hand, sir?"
I held up my palm, almost in a threat. "You sure, cunt?"
"Yessir!"
My hand smacked him, hard. He grunted and jerked. I used my other to hit the other side of his face. I loved watching how eagerly Frank took a good slapping. My only regret was that I wasn't buried in his ass while I gave him steady rhythmic slaps.
I didn't have to give that many. His body tensed up and his face grew beet red all over, and not just from the hand prints. "Fuck!" he cried, and I watched him have a deep orgasm. His chest heaved as his dick shot out wad after wad.
After he came, the man started sobbing. I'd seen this before. It was just the emotional intensity of subbing coming to the surface. I knew what to do. I got down on my knees and held his naked body, patting and rubbing his back and he leaned into my embrace. "That's it, man, let it out..."
The sobbing lasted a half minute and then slowly Frank returned to normal, tears on his face, his breathing regular once more. "God, sorry..." he said. He forgot the sir, but I let it slide.
"Don't be," I said. "You took a lot." My hand rubbed up and down the man's meaty lats.
We kissed, softly.
I got up and helped him up. "Get on the bed," I said. Still ordering him around. I went to wash off my dick and when I came out I removed my clothes.
"You have an amazing body, sir," Frank said as he watched me get in bed with him. "Even better than last time."
"It's Evan for now," I said, scooting up and putting my hand around his shoulder. I loved feeling his beefiness naked next to me.
We talked about our lives. My plans now that I was back home from my deployment. His family and what schools his daughter was applying to. How much DC weather sucked in the summer.
My fingers lazily traced circles through his chest hair. "You seeing any other men?" I asked simply.
Frank shook his head. "No. Too risky. You're the only man I trust."
Something about that answer turned me on. "I've started seeing a guy," I said simply.
"A boyfriend?" he asked.
"We'll see," I said.
Frank looked up at me. "He know about me?"
I nodded. "He does. Not the details, but he knows I need a sub."
That made the butch middle-aged man smile. "He's a lucky man, sir."
I was getting hard again. Frank's submissiveness had a way of making me that way.
"Yeah?" I teased, more openly caressing his body. Frank's dick was rising again, too.
"Yessir. I hope he knows it."
I kissed Frank. More of a let's have sex kiss.
"Roll over," I urged.
This time I took my time with Frank. I massaged his bulk and ate him out then I went to fetch a ballgag. I slipped on the gag and saw Frank hike his ass up for me. I lubed up and got into place. Holding his wrists down, I entered him roughly. Frank moaned into the gag. I started fucking. Going slow, which helped the big man ease into it. Then harder. Even before I dommed out on the guy, this is how I fucked him. Full body, athletic fuck, mattress bouncing up and down. My licking and nibbling at his neck, bearing my weight down on his strong back.
Then cumming inside him, hard. And rolling off him.
"You can take the gag out," I instructed and went to shower off.
When I got back, I gathered up my clothes. "Be ready for me tomorrow," I said.
Frank had an excited look in his eyes. He hadn't gotten off and I could see his throbbing erection. "Yessir."
"And don't cum till then," I ordered. I pulled on my jeans and T-shirt. I gave him one more glance over. "God, you're a hot fuck." I put on my shoes, then walked over. I held up my hand, ready to strike.
Frank looked at me, horny as fuck. I hit his face.
"Tomorrow," I reminded him. Then I turned and left his room.
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With his big cock working slowly inside me, Pastor John closed his eyes in what appeared to be prayer. “Are you asking forgiveness for fucking me, Pastor?” I asked, looking up at him.
“No,” he replied, his eyes still closed. “I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do to you.”
“You’re coming with me, Martin, and that’s final,” my mom shouted at me earlier that morning on my first Sunday home from college for the summer.
“Jesus, mom,” I complained. “I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t want to go to church.”
“Do not take the good Lord’s name in vain, especially on a Sunday,” she admonished through pursed lips. “And you’ll go to church while you’re under my roof. Besides, there’s a new pastor at church—Pastor John. He’s younger than the last one. Has a wife and two young daughters. I’ve told him all about you, and I think you’ll like him.”
I had no interest in Pastor John … until he stood up to give the benediction at the start of the service. Holy fuck, he was hot. He looked no older than thirty. With his trim beard, his dashing smile, and his muscles bulging under his white clergy robe, I wanted him in the worst way. His adoring family sitting in the front pew didn’t help matters.
Unbeknownst to my mom, I had developed a predilection for getting fucked by hung daddies during my first year of college. I had bent over for several professors, but never imagined I’d be attracted to a man of the cloth.
“Stand up, Martin,” my mom ordered as she raised me by the collar for the closing hymn. I was struggling to hide my raging boner, and had to hold the hymnal over my crotch as we sang. Upon the close of the hymn, Mom grabbed me again and pulled me down the aisle to stand in line to greet Pastor John as we exited the church.
“And who’s this strapping young man?” Pastor John asked my mom as he extended his hand to greet me. He shook my hand firmly and lingered as he held my gaze. It was like he could see into my soul. He finally released my hand, stroking my palm gently with his index finger as he pulled his hand away. “Your mom tells me you’re home for the summer,” he declared while placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes, Pastor,” I replied, trying not to blush under his steely gaze.
“Would you mind if I borrowed your son for the afternoon?” he then asked my mom. “We’re still getting settled in at the parsonage, and I could use a strong, young man to help me get some boxes up to the attic.”
“Yes, Pastor,” my mom replied, beaming with delight. “Martin will be glad to help.”
An hour later, I climbed the steps to the parsonage in a shady yard behind the church and rang the door bell. Pastor John opened the door and leaned against the door frame. Fuck, he was even hotter out of his white clergy robe.
Sporting a crisp white shirt that was partly open at the collar, a tuft of his chest hair peeked out at me tauntingly. He had on a pair of slim, khaki pants that couldn’t conceal the large bulge at his crotch. In his hand he held a tumbler of scotch, which I could smell on his breath. Once again, I felt he could see into my soul as his eyes surveyed me.
“Come in, Martin,” Pastor John finally invited.
“Thank you, Pastor,” I replied.
“No, call me John,” he insisted. “I like to be more—uh—casual here in the parsonage. Care to join me in a drink?” he asked while closing the front door and holding up his tumbler of scotch.
“Uh … no thanks,” I stammered. “I like beer, but I’m not much for the hard stuff yet.”
John shrugged and led me into the living room, inviting me to sit on the couch with him. As I looked around, I didn’t see any of the boxes he had mentioned. I also didn’t see his family.
“Mindy took the girls down to her parents in Tuscaloosa for the afternoon,” he informed me. “They won’t return until after dinner.”
“You—uh—said you need help with some boxes?” I asked.
Placing his scotch upon a sofa table, John leaned back against the couch and unzipped his khakis. “Fuck the boxes,” he said, pulling out a thick, hard, eight-incher. “I’d rather have your help with this big dick.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed eagerly, leaning over to get that big cock in my mouth.
“No, boy,” John admonished. “Get down on your knees and worship this big dick like you need it.”
I dutifully complied and was soon on my knees, slobbering all over that big tool and taking him down my throat. His precum tasted delicious, and I couldn’t wait to swallow his load, but John had other plans.
“You want it up your ass?” he asked, pulling his cock from my mouth and playfully slapping my cheek with it. I nodded as John stood up, grabbed me by the hand, and led me upstairs.
I thought he might fuck me in the guest room, but John led me into the bedroom he shares with his wife. “I love fucking a guy on the bed where I fuck my wife,” he confessed. “It makes me feel so … naughty.”
John’s hands were all over me as we stripped out of our clothes. He lowered me onto the bed and was soon on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my tight hole. With his big cock working slowly inside me, Pastor John closed his eyes in what appeared to be prayer.
“Are you asking forgiveness for fucking me, Pastor?” I asked.
“No,” he replied. “I’m asking forgiveness for what I’m about to do to you. And I told you to drop the Pastor shit,” he admonished.
Suddenly, it was like a great awakening took place inside of him. He seemed possessed. With his big cock now all the way inside of me, John went from zero to sixty in about three seconds and began to jackhammer me furiously. There was a violent rage behind his eyes, a desire to destroy me or my hole—or both.
“Yeah, boy,” he grunted, pounding the shit out of me, my head banging against the headboard unrelentingly. “You like this big cock in your pussy, huh?” he demanded. “Tell me you like this big cock.”
“Mmm hmm,” I managed to answer as he destroyed my hole, but that didn’t satisfy him.
“I said—do you like this big cock in your pussy, boy?” he repeated. “Speak up. I can’t fuckin’ hear you.”
“YES,” I exhaled as hard as I could between his merciless thrusts. “I fucking love your big cock.”
John gave a satisfied grin, pounding me harder. I raised my head to kiss him, hoping that might slow his pace some, but my effort was futile.
“Don’t kiss me, boy,” he admonished. “I’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend.”
John then pulled out of me, flipped me over onto my stomach, and mounted me from behind. “Yeah, this is the view I like,” he announced. “Watching my cock wrecking your cunt.” He was able to go even deeper in this position, and I was loving it.
“You like being used like this, boy?” he asked. Not waiting for my response, he continued, “Yeah, you worthless cunt. The only thing you’re good for is being a cum dump for married men like me.”
The intensity of his fucking was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Violently, he pounded me harder and harder, faster and faster. He couldn’t last much longer at this pace, was my thought. And I was right.
“SHIT, boy. I’m gonna bust,” he announced urgently. John’s hands were on the small of my back as he raised himself higher and gave my hole some deep, final thrusts.
“Aww, FUCK. Here it comes, you motherfucker. Open that pussy for it.” And instantly his body began to convulse as I felt his warm load release inside me. “SHIT … FUCK … DAMN,” he growled as his balls continued to empty, filling me with his seed.
John pulled out of me with a violent thrust, his load spilling out of me and onto the sheets. He rolled over and stretched out beside me, our sweaty bodies soaking the sheet beneath us.
“Whew,” he exhaled. “I fuckin’ needed that.” And instantly it felt as if Pastor John had returned to his normal self. Whatever had possessed him, had finally relented and released him.
“I’m—uh—sorry if that was too intense for you, Martin. I get a little crazy when I fuck a guy. I’m not like that with my wife.” I told him that I understood fully, and that I actually loved being fucked hard like that.
“Shit,” he exclaimed while looking at his watch. “I’m leading a Bible study in an hour. I gotta shower and change. Maybe put these nasty sheets in the wash, too,” he laughed.
He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs as I got dressed, and then walked me downstairs. His cock was still hard and straining against the front of his briefs. I wished he had time for another round, but I felt confident that I’d be back another time soon.
“Hey, Martin?” John asked as I stepped off his porch. “Be sure to tell your mom that we had a good talk and got you all straightened out, okay?” He was smiling, like it was some kind of joke.
“I don’t understand,” I replied, confused by what he meant.
“Oh, your mom asked me to have a talk with you because she thought you might be gay,” Pastor John confessed with a smile. “Lucky for me, your mama was right.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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