A gay story: My Second Gay Experience It had been months since I lost my anal virginity to the older random man I met on a popular chat website. I was craving another cock, I was craving humiliation and oddly enough-pain.
I jumped back on that popular chat room and started flooding the main chat with “18 M Bttm Michigan.5’5 140 5 inches hard. BDSM, make fun of my small cock”
Oh man did my inbox blow up! Everyone wanted a piece of me it seemed. I entertained some Skype offers, mainly jerking and fingering my ass but there wasn’t anyone near by.
Until one day, there was.
It was mid morning as I was flooding the main chat with my request to desperately fuck me. I was preparing to get on the road to make my almost hour drive to school when that inbox blinked red. I clicked on the message and it read “Where are you located, I am in Port Huron”
I respond with my town and he responds with “Are you into CBT?BDSM?”
CBT? I never heard of that before. I thought it was a drug to be honest. So I respond back “BDSM would love to try, what’s CBT?”
He quickly responds with “My address is XYZ, Apartment 201. Meet at 4 PM. Walk in, strip naked, turn your back to the stairs and put the blindfold on. I will come tie your hands. I will show you what CBT is when I get you upstairs”
I just stared at the screen. My stomach getting that nervous/excited feeling I had when I first found a legitimate person to fuck me a few months ago. I had a decision to make, skip class and get fucked or be a good bitch and go to class and probably jerk off in my car or the bathroom.
The inbox flashed red again. He had quickly responded with “??”
I stalled. If I didn’t respond, I would lose a hook up I’ve been craving for months. However what if I didn’t like being tied up? Or whatever this CBT is.
I eventually shot a message back “I’ll be there…shaved?”
“Absolutely, here’s my number text me” he quickly messaged back.
So I got to work shaving my balls and taint and pubic region. While doing so I was texting back and forth with my would be daddy for at least the afternoon.
With my previous daddy it was mildly playful but still domineering rhetoric. He made me feel like I was indeed his little bitch but that I was cared for.
This daddy was less playful but completely honest. He didn’t care if I felt comfortable with anything. He told me I should plan on being sore for a while, I won’t see what he looks like, and others may or may not be watching.
I was scared but I was more excited. I had been watching a lot of BDSM straight and lesbian porn leading up to this day and just loved seeing the faces and mannerisms of the female subs. I loved how their bodies twitched in waiting for another strike or slap or cock. It could be me strung up like that. Here I sat just a few minutes away from finally experiencing it.
I threw on my shorts, no boxers, and a shirt and jumped in my car and started making my drive to his apartment. My cock twitched the 40 minute drive to him. My phone blowing up with texts like:
“On your way?”
“How far out?”
“Close?”
“Hope ur ready!!”
I finally reached his apartment complex. I had wholeheartedly expected a shitty, run down complex. But it was well maintained, had a playground in the middle of it, grills and a pergola. As I stepped out of my car and headed towards his apartment door, a family of 3 was walking out their door. Upon seeing me they smiled and gently waived. I did the same back but, me not being familiar with apartments of this style I asked “Hi, quick question, I’m looking for 201? I don’t see a staircase to the second floor, could you point me there?”
As soon as I had asked they mom and dads demeanor changed from welcoming to total disgust. The dad rolled his eyes and walked on the other side of his wife. The wife crossed her arms and said bluntly “Your BF is next door to us. Please be quiet and quick” and she scurried off with her family into their car.
“Oh fuck” I thought in my head. I thought this for two reasons. Reason one, someone had put together the fact I was here to have sex with another male. Reason two, this guy apparently fucks a lot, and fucks hard. Now the nervousness had outweighed my excitedness.
Before I could text him he had texted me “I see you, doors unlocked. Remember, do as your told:Strip, turn, blindfold, wait”
“Yes sir” I texted back. I sighed. And walked into his apartment.
The only thing I saw upon walking in was a small grey tile floor sitting immediately at the bottom of a rather tall staircase with beige carpeting. I wasted no time. I stripped in this strangers house, I neatly put my clothes on top of my shoes, phone and keys in my shoes, and turned. Next to where my shoes where I saw a small ledge that had a blindfold on it. As I bent over to grab it, I could hear a faint creak in the floorboards followed by footsteps. Without the shadow of a doubt he had been watching me this whole time. Something I should have expected as he was clearly watching me pull up. I grabbed the blindfold and put it on, stood back up straight and just waited.
A few seconds passed by and the silence breaks with something crashing on the floor beside me.
I jumped nervously but couldn’t move. I know I couldn’t just run outside naked.
His voice, calm but stern and demanding broke above me
“You may lift your blindfold,grab your handcuffs and handcuff your left wrist. Do it now”
He clearly had control over me because it took less than a second to kneel and find my restraints.
As I cuffed my left wrist, I felt my body go into sub mode. My cock, as small as it already was, shriveled up and my balls migrated back into my body, my scrotum just a mound of wrinkled skin that was quite cold.
He wasted no time in coming downstairs to cuff my right wrist. He grabbed the chain connecting my restraints with one hand and placed his other hand between my cheeks.
“Turn” he demanded quietly in my ear.
“Which way?” I panicked.
“Good slave, very detailed I see. Turn left, I will help you up the stairs” he said semi impressed.
I felt like I was heading to the gallows as I walked up the long flight of stairs. Once I reached the top he sort of pushed me to the right and I took another couple of steps before he stopped me and turn me around.
“Let me get a good look at you” he said
I felt like cattle at a local auction.
“Cute face is a plus” he said starting head to toe.
“Your cock is a little bit bigger than I expected, tiny balls though? Seems like they’re back in your body. We gotta warm you up and get those little nuts out here for me to see!” He continued.
He grabbed my scrotum mound and dug around my body and pulled my balls out. It kind of hurt and sent a stinging feeling into my stomach.
He playfully rolled them around a bit and rubbed my clit a bit until my balls were warmed up and now dangling slightly below my cock.
“Ah much better don’t you think? Can’t torture your balls and cock if your balls aren’t out.” He said excitedly
“T-t-t-torture?” I responded. I wasn’t aware I was about to be tortured in some strange man’s apartment!
“Yea silly, what do you think CBT means? Cock and ball torture! It’ll be fun for me trust me” he said devilishly
I started to shake a bit. He clearly saw, came close to me and cup my genitals. He said in a comforting yet manipulative tone.
“Don’t worry. It’s going to hurt, but you’re going to love it and you’ll be begging for more tomorrow when you leave. Are you ready?”
I shook my head “yes” and he said
“Good. Let’s go” as he squeezed my balls and clit hard.
My CBT torture started then and there. The pain shot back into my stomach and he pushed my from behind into a small hallway and into a large bedroom. I could see some light from the lower portion of my blindfold trying to sneak its way in.
“Keep walking until you hit the bed”. He ordered.
I walked a few steps before my thighs touched a mattress with no sheets on it. I stopped in my tracks and awaited instructions, hopefully listening and waiting would lessen my pain in the future.
“Climb on the bed, lay down on your back, move to the edge of the bed and spread your legs” he said.
My hands were behind my back so it was difficult for my to rotate once I was on the bed. I moved my ass to the edge of the bed and spread my legs.
I immediately felt his hands on my thighs as he caressed up and down them, always sneaking closer to my sack and clit.
“You had no idea what CBT was until I told you huh?” He said as he grabbed my cock and started rubbing it.
I shook my head no.
He flicked my left nut hard
“You will verbally communicate to me, no more head shaking, “mmhms” “uh huh’s” from here on out. Only “Yes sir” and “No sir” from now on, do you understand bitch?” He quietly dominated me.
“Y-yes sir” I responded, my left nut sending a cool pain into my stomach.
“So basically what I’m going to do” he started, still gripping my cock but now twisting the small, semi hard erection as if he was trying to give it a small Indian burn.
“I’m going to inflict pain upon your cock and your balls. It will hurt. I will use my hands, a belt, and eventually a small wooden rod on you. If I instruct you to count you will count. However you are not to make too much noise. Do you understand” he finished as he started to lightly smack my balls.
“Y-yyes sir” I sputtered out.
“Good” he responded and smacked my nuts harder.
“Since you’re one of those bottoms queers that doesn’t get hard, let’s clip your little cock head” he said.
I heard him rummaging around his room while I laid on the bed thinking to myself “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into idiot? You’re gonna get murdered by some guy you met online and it’s going to be on the news as the seeming straight kid who got murdered because he wanted some cock. Good job bud”
He returned and grabbed my tiny clit. I felt a cool metal pressure on my head followed by increased pressure and some pain. He placed another one of my shaft. It pinched my shaft skin and hurt every time I flexed my cock. The weight from the clip on my head forced my tiny onto my balls and I was trying with every ounce of might to flex my cock back up.
He quickly remedied this problem back smack my balls quickly and hard.
“Ahhh ughhh” I let out loudly
He put his face next to mine and in my ear he whispered “I said quiet. Let’s see if you can count. I want you face down, ass up. Hurry up”
I quickly rolled over and perked my ass in the air. Pain was a real motivator for me. The weight of the clips were now starting to be felt as they dug into my skin.
He came up behind me and with one hand cupped my genitals and pulled them towards him behind me. With the other hand he ushered me to close my legs, essentially exposing my girlhood to him. Another hard smack and he left the bed to grab something else.
I heard the metal of the belt dragging across a desk or night stand and clink when gravity swung it down into his hands. He snapped the belt a few times behind me. I was nervous no doubt about it now. My dad used a belt on me in the past and all I could think about was if my sack and clit had been exposed how much worse it could’ve been.
Luckily for my new daddy, he didn’t have to wait too long to see.
“You count when I strikes your balls, not your ass” he instructed me and immediately got into the lesson.
“One” I whimpered as it stung my balls.
“Two,three” quickly back to back. My stomach filling with cold pain and my brow starting to sweat.
Next four slaps ended on my ass.
My hands clenched with my ass as
“Four, five, six, seven” quickly echoed in the room.
He paused, walked away and opened up another drawer, grabbed an item, and closed the drawer. Whatever he had in his hand now, when he moved it made a whooshing noise.
“This is a crop. Your count starts over” he said
“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight” I belted out.
Next 10 or 12 slaps went to my ass. They went hard. I felt random stinging welts starting to rise on both my girlhood and my ass.
He paused again and continued with slapping my ass with the crop before quickly coming back to my balls
“Eight. Nine. T-ten. ‘Leven. Twelve. Fuckin thirteen.”
The next slap came down hard and I flinched and moaned in pain.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore, my poor balls are gonna fall off.” I thought to myself.
He leaned over my back, grabbed my hair and pulled me up aggressively so my ear was almost touching his lips.
“I said keep count and don’t be loud. How fucking hard are those two easy jobs for you?” He said.
I couldn’t tell if he was still in his role or if he was legitimately angry.
“Yes sir. Sorry sir” I responded quickly and weakly.
“You have to keep it down or otherwise the neighbors will complain. Do you want the cops or my landlord barging in on you naked getting your balls smacked like a bitch?” He retorted.
“No sir” I responded back. I actually kind of felt bad. I didn’t want to ruin his fuck pad for him. That’s when it dawned on me that’s why the neighbors previously gave me the cold welcome. They knew that not only I was here to meet another male for sex but they knew I was here to do some freaky stuff. This thought excited me enough to continue on getting CBT and to hopefully see them again. Knowing that they know that I know that they know that I was upstairs essentially getting fucked hard by an obvious gay dom just made my precum start to flow.
“Back down. Ass up. Let’s get to fifty on the crop and we’ll switch to something new” he said.
I fell back down and responded with “Yes sir. 50 it is”
I think as punishment the first twenty slaps of the new round went straight to my ass as a lesson to keep quiet.
Then he would start to alternate every 4-7 slaps between ass and balls. It was truly starting to hurt at this point. Every blow was followed by a searing sting and burn. I writhed in my restraints, gasping every time my balls were smacked and holding my breath on my ass slaps. He clearly sensed this and by slap 18 he started to speed up.
“19.20.21.22.23.24” I counted out obediently.
I got to 30 and he slowed down. My thighs were now targets as my ass was a stung by numb mound of redness.
“31.32.33.34” came slower but harder. My clip that was on my head bouncing around and on blow 36 popped off. It hurt so bad that my ass dropped and swing 37 went over my head.
“Back up” he ordered as the crop stung my middle back.
My ass popped back up and a fresh 37 came down.
“Roll over. Let’s see if I can knock the clip off your shaft” he ordered.
I was happy that my pain on my ass, literally, was about to end but I knew my thighs and pubic area were about to be on fire.
“38.39.40.41.42” came hard and fast, the head of my clit absolutely on fire. I strained hard. My whole body clinched.
“Almost done” he chuckled
“Well, for the crop at least” he laughed even harder.
“43.44.45.46.47.48.49.50” came down across my cock, balls and taint. Hell one part of the crop even touched my asshole.
“See that wasn’t that hard. A lot easier and quicker when you’re quiet huh bitch?” He taunted me.
“Yes sir. I enjoyed it at the end” I said shocking myself.
“Omg I’m a pain slut” I thought. I was reaffirmed when I felt my daddy wipe some precum off my head and onto my asshole.
“I can tell” he said.
“This part will be quick but will hurt. I’m going to smack your balls with this dowel. We will count to 20. Afterwards you’re going to suck me off. Understood?” He instructed
“Yes sir” I said relieved. I knew he had mentioned he was about 8 inches hard and that made me nervous in the text messages but this dowel scared me as much as it made me excited. If I can get through this and just focus on the cock sucking portion I’ll be fine.
I was moved back into my face down ass up position.
The first attack on my balls with my new enemy almost made me throw up. I felt a tear well up in my right eye and I internally moaned
With my teeth grit together “One” escaped quietly as he wanted.
“Good bitch. Let’s finish your CBT up” he said impressed.
The next 12 attacks on my balls were methodically slow. He seemed to have a real control and mastery over the dowel as he was able to precisely alternate between my left and right balls. The last 7 attacks were meant to hurt. He was clearly bending the dowel to its limit and letting go. His aim was now off but often times the tip of the dowel would make contact with the edges of my balls. I was in tears quietly counting out my punishment to 20.
Once the twentieth smack occurred, he congratulated me and sat me up so my ass touched my feet.
“Im proud of my bitch” he said in a mildly loving voice as he kissed my neck.
I didn’t care. My balls were on fire. My stomach in knots. I couldn’t tell if I pissed myself at one point but I knew I wasn’t done being used.
He rolled me over and instructed me to open my mouth. I obliged, terrified that the dowel was still in his hand. He shoved his thick bulging member into my mouth, grabbed my head and shoved it into my throat. Just a few months ago I sucked my first cock in a loving way, now I’m deep throating a much thicker cock after getting my girlhood destroyed.
He wasn’t gentle and couldn’t care less if I gagged or a mixture or spit and bile pushed its way around his cock and onto my chin and chest. Every 20 or 30 seconds he would unsheath his cock from my throat, let me gag and gasp and then shove it back in.
I could feel the tears and the snot run from my eyes and mouth. Every stroke that ended up with his balls on my chin I hoped would end up in him coating my throat and stomach.
It didn’t. He defiled my throat for what seemed like 20 minutes. I hated this. I loved this humiliation though. I deserved this. Who in their right mind decides to travel to a strangers house and willingly let them handcuff them naked and blindfold them? Dumb pain bitches like me. My mindset changed into thinking I deserved this and that through all the pain and humiliation that pleasure would be on the horizon.
I wasn’t wrong this time. He plunged his meat into what seemed like my stomach and held it there for almost a minute. My body convulsed and a faint whine came from my diaphragm. Was he finally cumming? I couldn’t feel his cock twitch. I felt like I was about to pass out when he placed both hands on my forehead and removed his manhood from my throat. Bile and spit poured out of my mouth onto my pubic region.
“First time deep throating?” he said proudly that he had just tried to absolutely ruin my throat.
“Yes -ir” I said in pain, still coughing and gagging.
“I’ll make it up to you” he said as he left the bed, pulling off the finally clip for my swollen cock. I heard him open a sliding closet and grab an item, close the door, and walk back over.
“Roll over, ass up” he ordered.
I obliged. I mustered what strength, both mental and physically, that I had left and rolled over exhausted. I heard a cap pop open and two fingers spread my ass open. It still stung from the beating it took earlier. I felt something hard touch my cheeks and slowly go to my hole.
“I’m going to shoot lube into your ass and then I’ll put some on your hole, your ass, and balls” he narrated.
I felt the bottle tip push into my ass until the shoulders of the bottle stopped its movement. He then squeezed the bottle and I felt the liquid fill up my ass. He quickly yanked the bottle out, squeezed some onto his hand, rubbed my ass and my clit and balls.
“You’re going to get fucked by this dildo. Then I’m gonna fuck you for a bit, then you’re gonna swallow my cock again and then I’ll let you cum” he again narrated my whole experience to me again.
“How big is the dildo sir?” I asked.
He laughed, positioned the dildo at my hole and said “Guess” as he quickly started pushing it into my hole.
It was thicker than his cock I could tell and long.
“9?” I guessed as it touched my g-spot, which released a small spurt of precum from my cock.
“Nope, keep guessing” he said as he intensified the strokes my ass. My cock was starting to bounce on my balls. I opened myself up to it, taking every inch proudly and happily. As much as my ass, cock, balls, and throat hurt this was definitely worth all the pain. That’s when I realized I could get used to this. In the real world you have to work to get money. In my slave world I have to get humiliated to enjoy some pleasure.
I started to quietly moan. What I had realized from my first experience and now this was when I took it in the ass, my octaves in my voice become higher. I guess it’s the sub in me. He picked up the pace and would lengthen his strokes. I started getting in the rhythm and started pushing into the cock as it re-entered my stomach.
“Oh fuck me harder daddy” I let out.
“Guess how long it it is and I’ll fuck you with a real cock” he said egging me on.
“9.5?” I threw out quickly.
“Wrong” he responded slightly slapping my balls.
“10??” I asked.
“Nope.” He said as he smacked my balls again.
I kind of enjoyed this pain. I smiled and he saw it.
“See, I told you that you would come to love pain” he boasted.
“12??” I blurted out, trying to change the subject before the dowel came out.
“11. Actually.” He said as he removed my new favorite toy out of my ass and inserted his cock into my now gaping wet hole.
He started to pumping inside of me, his legs now planted above my waist, trying to really get balls deep inside my asshole.
I couldn’t care less about the less inches, anything inside my ass felt amazing. I could feel my hole open and close around him as I’d have small anal orgasms. He started to grunt as he pushed even further into me. Occasionally pulling himself all the way out and shoving it all the way back into my ass in one hard stroke and then following up with hard long strokes.
“You ever do ass to mouth?” He asked
“No…sir…” I managed to get out between strokes.
“You’re about to” he said as he pulled out of my ass and flipped me over and his thick cock into my throat again. He clearly choreographed this move because it was flawless and I was so impressed as my hole was still gapped and trying to grip something that wasn’t there and my stomach was being attacked by a different angle.
It only took 4-5 strokes before he started to cum down my throat. I struggled to breathe as his cock pulsated against my Adam’s Apple. Thick ropey spurts coated my throat and he pulled out.
He pushed me on my back, stroked my cock less than a minute before a load jettisoned out of my tip and back onto itself.
I sat there defeated but happy. He uncuffed me and I stretched. I took my blindfold off and looked at him. He smiled at me.
“Wasn’t all that bad?” He asked
“Umm that was a whirlwind” I said as I laughed.
“Well you’re welcome back anytime.” He said as he ushered me out of his room.
He grabbed my cock again in his living room. Stared at me and went back to his room, closing the door on the way in.
I walked naked down the stairs with cum dripping from my cock and balls. I put my clothes back on and walked out the door.
As I approached my car, the couple I had met earlier were returning for a walk. The sun was now starting its descent in the sky. The noticed me and kept their heads down trying to avoid eye contact with me. The wife did glance up and quickly scanned my body for anything noticeable.
I smiled and said “Don’t worry, the welts are all over my ass”
She gasped and they rushed to their apartment. I laughed a bit and got into my car and started my drive home.
I thought during my drive that although I did enjoy this experience, it definitely didn’t have me craving cock like I did the first time.
The following weeks and months, I regained the ability to masturbate myself to my previous experiences but couldn’t bring myself to actively search for cock. I never did meet up with the guy who CBT’d me again. He wanted to warm up that way every time and I just couldn’t commit to being in pain like that all the time. Plus he lived far enough away that I would seriously have to schedule half a day or a whole night to get fucked. And truth be told, I was too busy getting ready to start my job in the military to care about hooking up with anyone.
That is, until after I completed basic training and went to my first military school. The fun thing about being out of basic is if you don’t have duty on the weekends, you’re free to do what you want. Another cool thing is, just down the road from where I was training was a cheap nice hotel. I had made enough money to get a nice smart phone.
And on that smart phone I downloaded an app called Grindr in my hotel room.
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