Met a Dom at the adult bookstore
It was a typical night at the adult bookstore. Me naked in the booth showing gay porn. As each cock came thought the glory hole I sucked him dry. Occasionally a guy would come into the booth. First he would put one foot under the door and I would tap him with my foot. He would open the door.
This night I had already sucked off 11 guys and was feeling very slutty. When I saw a foot I quickly tapped his. When he entered, I could see he was different than just another married guy looking to get off. He was tall, muscular, with a leather vest, and leather wrists bands. I could tell that he knew what fags like as his shirt was mostly unbutton exposing his hairy chest. I reached for his zipper but he slapped my hand away. "No cock for you yet" he proclaimed. He grabbed me by the hair, turned my head toward the screen, and pointed at the young guy being flogged. "Is this what you want." I sheepishly said yes. He said that he liked training fags. As he twisted my nipples, he said "Beg for my cock." When I did he unzipped, pulled our his cock and I hungrily deep throated him. When he came off in my mouth he pushed me away and zipped up. Like all the other men, he used me. And like the others he would leave the booth. There I knelt naked, door open, a couple of men looking in. However, he turned around and told me, "get dressed and come out to the parking lot.
I did as he said. He had me follow him to his house which was a farm house out in the country. When I was on his porch he commanded, "Strip." There I was, naked on his porch. He had me stand there for about 10 minutes. Once he let me in, he took me to the basement where he had his tools: riding crops, straps, floggers, clamps and various BDSM tools of the trade. On the wall were polroids of naked men restrained. He gave me an opportunity to leave but I wanted this so badly. I had played BDSM games with other fags but that was just games. This was real; a true Dom.
He strung me up, hooked my ankles to a spreader bar, and took the first polaroid. I was now on the wall like the other subs he trained. Over the next couple of hours he used the flogger and riding crop back-n-forth. He seemed to know how to walk that pain/pleasure line. My head was spinning. He would bring me to the edge of pain, then stroke my cock until I was near climax, then the flogging would start again. Then he pressed his hairy chest against my back, reach around and twist my nipples. I was weak kneed, my body stinging, but my cock was throbbing. Back n forth between pain and pleasure until they intertwined. Finally he released me. He guided me over to the fucking bench, restrained me to the bench. He lube my anus and fingered me until I was moaning like the fag I am. Then I felt his cock going deep inside. I moaned from the pleasure. He fucked me until he exploded in me. He unhooked the restraints. He helped me up the stairs. There were 2 men in his living room, both naked, playing with each other.
I gave him my phone number so he could use me again. He handed me my clothes and walked me out on to his porch
I found myself anxiously waiting for his call. I thought of him every day. He waited over a week. But when he called I rushed over and begged for more.
This night I had already sucked off 11 guys and was feeling very slutty. When I saw a foot I quickly tapped his. When he entered, I could see he was different than just another married guy looking to get off. He was tall, muscular, with a leather vest, and leather wrists bands. I could tell that he knew what fags like as his shirt was mostly unbutton exposing his hairy chest. I reached for his zipper but he slapped my hand away. "No cock for you yet" he proclaimed. He grabbed me by the hair, turned my head toward the screen, and pointed at the young guy being flogged. "Is this what you want." I sheepishly said yes. He said that he liked training fags. As he twisted my nipples, he said "Beg for my cock." When I did he unzipped, pulled our his cock and I hungrily deep throated him. When he came off in my mouth he pushed me away and zipped up. Like all the other men, he used me. And like the others he would leave the booth. There I knelt naked, door open, a couple of men looking in. However, he turned around and told me, "get dressed and come out to the parking lot.
I did as he said. He had me follow him to his house which was a farm house out in the country. When I was on his porch he commanded, "Strip." There I was, naked on his porch. He had me stand there for about 10 minutes. Once he let me in, he took me to the basement where he had his tools: riding crops, straps, floggers, clamps and various BDSM tools of the trade. On the wall were polroids of naked men restrained. He gave me an opportunity to leave but I wanted this so badly. I had played BDSM games with other fags but that was just games. This was real; a true Dom.
He strung me up, hooked my ankles to a spreader bar, and took the first polaroid. I was now on the wall like the other subs he trained. Over the next couple of hours he used the flogger and riding crop back-n-forth. He seemed to know how to walk that pain/pleasure line. My head was spinning. He would bring me to the edge of pain, then stroke my cock until I was near climax, then the flogging would start again. Then he pressed his hairy chest against my back, reach around and twist my nipples. I was weak kneed, my body stinging, but my cock was throbbing. Back n forth between pain and pleasure until they intertwined. Finally he released me. He guided me over to the fucking bench, restrained me to the bench. He lube my anus and fingered me until I was moaning like the fag I am. Then I felt his cock going deep inside. I moaned from the pleasure. He fucked me until he exploded in me. He unhooked the restraints. He helped me up the stairs. There were 2 men in his living room, both naked, playing with each other.
I gave him my phone number so he could use me again. He handed me my clothes and walked me out on to his porch
I found myself anxiously waiting for his call. I thought of him every day. He waited over a week. But when he called I rushed over and begged for more.
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