Apartment 27

I was a naïve teenager; thinking the only way to get a guy’s attention was with a six pack, so there I was, in the gym of my apartment block doing some crunches. They were hard, and after no more than 40 I collapsed breathlessly on the mat. Opposite me was the man of my dreams, lifting weights with his shirt off, exposing his astonishingly well shaped muscles, glistening in his sweat. He was 23, 4 years older than me, and ever since I moved in last year I had been fantasising about him, but it was clear he was a different kind of man to me, well out of my league.

As I lay there on my back, staring at him working out, I was too entranced to even notice my growing, but still pitiful erection. Suddenly I noticed him looking at me, smirking. That was when I realised. I stood up quickly, using a towel to conceal my throbbing boner, and hurried to the changing rooms before anyone else noticed. Never before had I gotten dressed so quickly, but still, I wasn’t quick enough. Just as I was ramming my gym shorts into my bag, all 6 foot 3 of his majestic body confronted me from behind. I froze, unable to speak, but he did that for me.

“Apartment 27,” he whispered in my ear as he let his pants fall to the floor, “I’ll punish you there.” Then he turned and walked to the showers, leaving me, still frozen, desperate for his punishment – but it was clear that now was not the time.

For the rest of the day I couldn’t think about anything else. Should I go? Yes. I had been dreaming about this for a whole year, but when? Too early, and I might appear too eager, too late, and he may not want me anymore. Eventually, I could no longer wait, so at around 7, I went.

I arrived at his door, the big black ‘27’ staring at me. Should I really do this? No, this is stupid. I don’t need this, I’m sensible, why would I? My overwhelming horniness made the decision; I knocked three times.

A matter of seconds later the door opened, and he looked even taller than before. He grabbed my small polo shirt, pulled me in, and slammed the door. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he boomed. “You’re a disgrace, getting aroused by a real man, when you’re nothing but a dirty little faggot!”

“Uhhh…” I whimpered.

“What was that? Am I going to have to punish you like I said?”

I said nothing.

“Answer when you’re spoken to!”

“Uhhh, OK…” I muttered.

“OK? Yes Sir, I think you’ll find”

“Yes sir”

“The safe word is ‘panther’. You will do whatever I tell you. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” I was relieved by this; clearly he wasn’t completely barbaric, but his tone of voice still gave me a certain sense of fear.

“Take off all your clothes. I never want to see them again – the only uniform you wear is the one I give you.”

I hesitated, obviously a little too long, as the punishing now began. He slapped my cheek. “Yes sir” I replied, and as he turned away, I undressed, and folded my clothes neatly in the corner. Then, completely naked and exposed, I followed him to the bedroom.

“On your hands and knees!” he demanded.

I obeyed.

He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his gigantic cock. It was just as intensive as before in the day, only now, he shoved it in my mouth. Immediately I started sucking, moving my lips up and down his wide, smooth dick. It tasted better than I had ever imagined, and I was so excited my gaging didn’t even bother me. I moved my hands up and down his lower shaft, sensuously licking the head. He was clearly enjoying it immensely, and that gave me a strange feeling of pride and fulfilment, as if it was my purpose to satisfy my master.

It didn’t take long for him to cum in my mouth, each streak better than the one before. I had never tasted a real man’s cum before, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I swallowed each burst quickly, ready for the next, and at the end, I cleaned him up with the fine work of my tongue.

“You like that don’t you, you fucking little cock sucker”

“Yes sir”

“Say it. What are you?”

“I’m a fucking little cock sucker” I replied without delay, in a way that seemed unnaturally easy. It became clear to me that this was my place. He was the master, and I was his slave.

Next he pushed me over onto the floor. Faced down, I had no idea what to expect. He took my hands, and cuffed them behind my back, then, pulled me up so I was bent over the bed. A ball gag was forced into my mouth, and my legs were spread apart. God I wanted this so bad. I could only just see him reach for a paddle over my shoulder, but quickly, the spanking started.

“This is what happens to bad boys”

“Yes sir” I tried to mumble through the gag.

With each hit, I could feel my erection grow, but that didn’t disturb him. He was busy with my ass, and I could feel it sting and redden, just as he wanted it. Suddenly something cold filled my crack. He had lubricated me thoroughly, and then he pushed something in me, slowly and steadily, but it wasn’t his cock. “You need to earn that” he said in a tantalising way, and today I clearly did not deserve such a reward. He turned me around, butt plug still in, and grasped my pathetic little cock firmly in his right hand.

“This what you call a dick is it? You should be ashamed of yourself.”

I was. He twisted and turned his hand in such a way that made my eyes water, and as I was close to cumming, he pulled my balls away sharply with his left hand. I screamed through the gag, and eventually my pathetic little cock jizzed over his hand. He quickly removed the restraints, and made me lick my own cum from his hand. Immediately after ejaculating, my worthless minute penis shrank back to its even more embarrassing form. He didn’t miss a thing, because right away, he put it in a chastity cage. “Now you’re truly mine, as only I hold the key” He announced, “Be back at the gym tomorrow at 5.”