A gay adult stories: POW 2 by the author
POW 2Crack! I awoke to a whip snapping on my bottom early the next morning. I’d slept in the guestroom, and at some point in the night, the blanket had slid halfway across onto the floor. I jolted awake, unsure of where I was at first, then got to my knees on the floor as my Master had instructed.
He set the whip down and walked over to me. “Good boy,” he said affectionately. “You can get up now.”
I rose to my feet, hands at my sides. He walked around me, seeming to inspect my body. My face reddened, but my cock hardened under his lecherous gaze. “You really do have a nice body,” he told me. He ran his fingers up my barely perceptible six-pack causing a gasp to slide through my lips.
His hand wandered around my hip as he continued to wind circles around me. Eventually it came to rest lightly on my buttock. He gave a light squeeze and smiled. My cock was fully hard now, and begging for attention. It’d been two days since I’d masturbated, the longest I could remember having gone. He squeezed harder, his fingernails digging slightly into my skin. “Oh god,” I moaned at the sensation.
“Time to train you a bit more.”
“Yes Master.”
“Up on the bed, on your stomach. Hands behind your back.”
I quickly did what he told me to, my hard cock pressing into the sheets. I heard rustling behind me, but didn’t turn to look. A few seconds later the bed dipped as be climbed on. He lifted my wrists together, and I felt him wind rope around them, completing an effective cinch in little over a minute. It made me especially horny to know how quick he could get me helpless.
“Ah, let’s test that youthful body, shall we?” I had no idea what he had in store so I remained silent. I felt him slide some sort of loop over my wrists, then slide it up to my elbows. I was still clueless until I felt it tighten.
“Oh jesus,” I breathed as he cinched my elbows tight to the point where they were almost touching. The move made it so that my chest jutted out and lifted my head off the bed. I tried to test the bonds, but my arms didn’t move. He set to work on my ankles, tying them together as well.
In no time he was looping a rope around my ankle and wrists bonds. He started to tighten it, bringing them closer together. A hogtie.
“How mean do I want to be,” he debated aloud with himself. “I think pretty mean,” he concluded. I felt my legs being drawn upwards until my hands and feet were touching. He tied it off.
He moved to the front of the bed, and I realized for the first time that he was naked. He sat spread legged, leaning against the headboard, a foot or two from me. He already had a raging hard on. My eyes homed in on it, his shaved manhood making me salivate.
“Well don’t just lie there, come and get it.”
I tried to move, and was stymied by the rope. After a substantial amount of wiggling, I found I was able to sort of inch forward by leaning back and forth. After several minutes, I was able to position myself so my nose was touching the shaft. He smiled and adjusted me into better position.
He placed both hands on my head. “Now I’ve got complete control. You did very well last night, but there are some things you can certainly improve upon. For example, you’re going to learn to deepthroat me. You ready to start?”
I nodded, “Yes master.”
He slowly guided my head down. I opened and wrapped my lips around his cock as it slid into my mouth. He brought me down a little past halfway and then stopped. “This is about where you made it to last night.” I looked him in the eyes and nodded slightly. “A good effort for a beginner…but I want more.”
“The key is just to relax and suppress your gag reflex. You’ll have to struggle, to concentrate hard to do it at first, but with time it will come naturally.”
I nodded again, and he began to slowly slide my head down. I could feel the tip poking its way towards my throat, and had to struggle hard not to gag the instant it touched my uvula. I felt his cock start to fill up the back of my throat. When it’s full diameter filled me, I gagged hard. Don rolled his eyes back with pleasure as my throat constricted on his cock. He slid my head back until I only had a few inches in my mouth and let me catch my breath.
After I nodded to him, he started pushing me back down. This time the sensations didn’t shock me as much. I barely flinched as his cock started filling up my throat, and I made it another half inch down before I started to gag. “Five inches, only one and a half to two more to go,” he encouraged me.
He let me up to catch another breath and began pushing me down once more. He brought me slowly back to where I’d gotten before, and paused for a moment, letting me get used to the feeling, then resumed my journey downward. By now his shaft was plenty lubricated with my saliva and slid in easier.
Before I knew it, my nose was nearing his stomach. He forced me the last half inch and held me there. I silently cheered in my head at my accomplishment, thinking those childhood days when I could fit my fist in my mouth must have helped me more than I’d imagined.
He sort of “flexed” his dick in my mouth, increasing the stress on my throat, and bringing a gag back. Instinctively, I tried to pull up, but he held me fast. I worked to get a handle of my mental state, trying to work through it. I partially succeeded, but he flexed again, sending me into another fit, albeit a smaller one. He held me tightly, and kept working at my until finally I began to pull things under control.
Breathing heavily through my nose, I managed to calm myself and get used to the feeling of his cock down my throat. When he was convinced I had things under control he moved his hands off my head and let me up. For the first time, I was allowed to pull completely off, leaving a line of drool from my mouth to the tip of his cock. I panted heavily, smiling at what I’d just accomplished, then after a few moments rest, dove back for some more.
I used my newfound talents to dive deep on him, still gagging a few times, but keeping it under control. He let me go for a few minutes, then grabbed my head once more. “Very good, it takes many people days or weeks to learn that skill. Now you can learn to suck me the way I like.”
He moved me up and down rhythmically. “I want you to suck me slowly, passionately moving up and down. I want it to be wet, but not too sloppy. Lot’s of tongue, and keep those lips wrapped tight. When I’m getting ready to cum, then you can speed up, but when I’m actually cumming, nice and slow so it oozes out onto your tongue, and my orgasm lasts longer.”
“You got all that down?” he grinned.
“Yes Master.”
He motioned to his cock. “Then blow me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, taking my sweet time moving all the way up and all the way down his seven inch hard cock. I was getting more accustomed to feeling it slide in and out of my throat, even coming to enjoy the sensation of being filled. “A little faster,” he commanded. “Mmm, that’s it, good boy.” I found that if I leaned my head back as I came up, it heightened the sensation of my lips and tongue over his cock.