Afterwards, I helped him do the dishes. “You should be thanking me for the meal,” he told me.
“Thank you Master,” I replied quickly.
“Good boy,” he told me. The submission I felt in those two little words washed over me. I smiled at him, and resumed washing my plate. After the dishes were done and dried, he led me back into the living room by my leash.
He had me kneel in front of him, between the couch and coffee table. The edge of the table touched my back about four inches below the shoulders. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, and slapped a pair on my ankles as well. Then he ran a length of rope from my wrists around the other side of the table and below it to my ankles. This had me leaning back slightly, sort of offering my cock out to him.
He sat in front of me and grabbed it lightly, stroking me. I moaned, my young cock was absolutely aching at this point, wanting desperately to be satisfied. Wordlessly, he began to strip in front of me. I couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized as the patches of exposed flesh became more and more numerous. I gasped out loud when he slid his boxers to his ankles and revealed his 7’’ hard cock.
He stood and held it in front of me. “Do you want this?”
I stared for a few moments, then finally slowly began to nod. “yes Master.”
“Do you think you can please it?”
“I don’t know Master, I never have before.” I looked up at him with a look of longing and arousal.
“That’s ok, that will be part of your training for the week. You will practice, again and again and again until you are very, very good at it. Your responsibility will be learning to suck me exactly the way I want. You will do it whenever I want for as long as I want, under penalty of torture. Is this clear?”
I nodded solemnly. “Yes Master.”
“The POW’s in Nam didn’t have it near as good as you do, but make no mistake, you are my prisoner.”
“Yes Master.”
“Open your mouth wide, tongue out.” My lips parted and I stuck my tongue as far down my chin as I could get it. I watched him slowly approach me, cock in hand. He held it an inch in front of me and rubbed in on my tongue. The warmth was a bit surprising, as was the combination of its hard and softness. It was like a bar with padding around it.
I kept my mouth open as he slowly slid it in. I thought he was going to keep going into my throat and choke me, but he stopped just short. He softly stroked my cheek. “Wrap your lips around me,” he commanded. I complied, closing them tightly on his cock, taking care to keep my teeth far away. I wondered what I must have looked like then, on my knees, bound with his cock halfway into my mouth. My tongue lay flat against the bottom of his cock, ready to spring into action.
“All that matters tonight is effort. How hard are you willing to try to make me cum? We’ll worry about your skills later. You’re not to swallow tonight, you’re to hold it in your mouth and drool it down your chin. You need to get used to the taste. Is that clear?”
I nodded. “You may begin,” he told me. I looked up at him for a few seconds, not sure what to do, then slowly started bobbing up and down. I would pull out until just the tip was in my mouth, then go down as far as I could. I could get 3-4 inches of him in my mouth until he hit my throat and started to gag me. I thought of how I’d like to be blown. I moved my tongue back and forth over the sensitive spot below his head.
He seemed to like it best when I used a sort of a spiraling motion with my tongue around his cock. I looked up at him the whole time, like I’d seen girls do in porn. He stared straight back at me, smiling, occasionally rolling his eyes back in his head when I’d found something that worked.
Every once in a while, I’d pull off him completely and lick up and down his shaft. Sometimes I’d find my way all the way down to his balls and suck on them. I loved the way they rolled around and filled my mouth. I slid my tongue back up to his tip before taking him in my mouth again.
He looked down at me,. “your jaw must be a little tired, do you want to stop?” I shook my head no while continuing to move up and down. I knew he had to have been getting close, so in spite of my fatigue, I picked up the pace. “Mmm,” he moaned appreciatively. My tongue was moving rapidly around the head of his cock. I could feel it starting to swell in my mouth, knowing that cum wasn’t far away.
I was nervous, but excited, anticipating taking his load, pleasing him. He seemed to get harder and harder, impossibly hard, before his dick finally contracted and the first load of cum shot into my mouth. It hit me in the back of the throat making me gag, but I was determined not to let him down. Stream after stream came, each with less speed than the first until finally he was dribbling all over my tongue.
Both the warmth and taste shocked me. It was saltier than I expected. I didn’t like it too much, but the thought of what I’d just done for Don made me horny as hell, and easily made up for it. He slowly slid himself out of my mouth, and I tightened my lips as he did so, squeezing every last drop out of him.
I looked up at him with my mouth full for a few seconds, before parting my lips slightly and letting his massive load dribble down my chin and onto my chest. He smiled appreciatively at that. By the time I was finished, cum covered my lower jaw and most of my chest, running down to my stomach and some even made it onto my dick.
“How did I do Master?” I asked him with a face full of cum.
“I think the load speaks for itself,” he told me grinning. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on your technique more tomorrow.”
“Are you going to untie me Master?”
“Lord no,” he told me, “I’m going to enjoy that sight for a little while. In fact…” He left the room for a few minutes, and returned with a camera. “I think I’ll enjoy it whenever I want. I was helpless to do anything as he snapped picture after picture of me covered in his cum.