My life in submission to an Asian man

Normal disclaimers. This story is fiction. It is about sex between two males. If it is illegal for you to read it, don’t. Thanks!

Accidental submissive

I was 18 when I first met Alex. It was the week after I graduated high school.

That was the year my friend Jessika bought us the fake IDs. That’s how I was able to get into the club. We went to one in Dallas. A sleek gay dance club on the strip. I probably could have gotten in with my regular ID, honestly. They barely even looked.

I’d been dancing with Jessika in there for about an hour when I saw him. Or really, he saw me first. Alex was handsome and cute and sexy all at once. His eyes were the first thing I noticed. They looked gentle. Soft. Trustworthy. He came up to me, ran his hand down my arm and we started dancing together. He was taller than me. Maybe 6’2”. I don’t know, I’ve never asked and he’s never told.

He ended up giving me his Snapchat at the end of the night and told me to message him by noon the next day. It felt kinda odd, the way he said it. It wasn’t a request. It was an instruction. An order.

“What’s your name?” He asked as he lifted my chin with his finger.

“Jackson,” I answered simply. 

“I’m Alex. Don’t forget to message me.”

He just left after that. No fanfare or anything. Just turned and walked away. 

I messaged him a good morning around 11, and his reply was almost immediate.

“I think you’re a very good looking boy, Jackson. I’d like to see if you’d be a good choice for my boy. If you want to try that, I’ll send you my address.”

I told him I did and he sent his address, then immediately started typing again. I waited for what felt like forever.

“You’ll show up at my place by 7:58 p.m. Thursday. You will wait until 8 p.m. then knock gently twice on my door. You’ll be wearing the same red button down you had on last night, but you’ll have black skinny jeans with no rips, a black belt and black Chelsea boots. Wear a jockstrap and nothing else. Douche before you come over.”

That bothered me. I took about an hour to reply, going back and forth between the message and his friend page and almost blocking him over and over. It made me uncomfortable. Then he sent me a snap. I waited a minute and then opened it. There he was, dark hair and dark eyes. He was Asian, but his complexion was almost white. 

“So?” He had written.

Immediately I replied “OK.” I would send the address to Jessika, I decided. If she didn’t hear from me within an hour after I showed up, she’d call the police.

Then I got another message

“You’ll be staying with me for the weekend. I’ll be taking your phone.”

My stomach dropped. I felt terrified. But for some reason, I was also thrilled. I wouldn’t be able to tell Jessika to call the cops after an hour, after all.

“OK,” was my reply. 

“Don’t message me again. Not even to say you got this.”

The rest of the weekend and into the week I contemplated over and over again messaging him to say it was off or just blocking him. But I didn’t.

Instead, I showed up like he told me to. At 7:57, I was at his apartment door. It was on the 18th floor of a swanky building downtown. I was lucky someone was walking out a side door as I walked up, because until then I hadn’t realized he’d left out how I would get inside. I watched my phone intently, waiting for 8.

Then I knocked, twice gently. He opened the door, dressed in all black and looking like he’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine. I hadn’t gotten this good a look at him at the club, or after before he left, and the picture he’d sent didn’t do him justice.

He looked me up and down, seeing I’d followed his instructions, then in the eyes as he smiled and nodded.

“Come on in,” he said. “Take off your shoes. This is a Korean-Japanese household and you don’t wear your shoes in past the door. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I answered, cringing internally at the fact I’d said it that way. I wasn’t a kid. Or at least I didn’t want him to think that. But then he surprised me.

“Good boy,” Alex said. “You’ll address me as sir a lot from now on, so it’s good you’ve already started. How old are you Jackson, and don’t lie. I already know you’ve lied about your age once.”

I swallowed hard.

“18,” I answered honesty as I took my shoes off and set them to the side, next to a line of Alex’s shoes. “But I’m much more mature than most 18-year-olds.”

Alex smiled and nodded.

“That’s good. That’ll make it easier for us to have a relationship.”

I stood up and looked at him, wondering what he meant by that. Relationship? This wasn’t just an weekend-long date? I was about to ask when he started talking again.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, opening a coat closet and pulling out a wooden hanger with a black bar across the bottom. “Everything except the jockstrap. Hang it all here, and stuff your socks in the boots. Face me the whole time. Leave your phone in your pants pocket.”

Immediately my pants were tented. But I still hesitated for a moment and Alex moved my hands to my shirt, putting them at the second to top button before stepping back and holding out the hangar.

“Undress slowly,” he ordered. His voice was certain and carried authority but was not unkind. So I did as he told me, unbuttoning the shirt and slowly removing it, then draping it over the hanger. I undid my belt next, taking it off and draping it over the metal bar that went across the bottom before buttoning and removing my pants, draping them as well.

After taking my socks off and awkwardly stuffing them in my boots without looking at them, I just stood there. I didn’t know what to do. I was a bit embarrassed at my near nakedness. 

Alex walked over to the coat closet, put the hangar up, then locked the door. I swallowed hard. That felt off. It felt dangerous for some reason.

Then he walked back to me, standing directly in front of me. His 6 foot 2 inch frame felt much taller in front of my 5 foot 10 body. Slowly he ran his hands through my hair, then over my shoulders, down my arms, over my chest and stomach. I was trim and slightly muscled, but I could tell even through the clothes he was wearing that Alex was as built as carved marble but still lean.

His hands on my body sent waves of electricity through me. I shivered as he caressed just above my jockstrap, my 7 inch cock standing at full attention. He went right past it, not even glancing at it, and couched down to rub up and down my legs. Then he stood and wordlessly turned me around, repeating the process until he reached my ass.

He massaged the cheeks and then spread them.

“Hairless, just like I’d hoped,” Alex said. “That saves me the trouble of cleaning you up. Is it natural or did you shave it.”

It took a moment for the words to get out. What the fuck was going on here? Why was I just letting this happen? Why didn’t my nerves scream for me to run away instead of telling me to do exactly what he wants me to do and let him do whatever he wants to me so he likes me?

“It… um… it’s natural.”

“It’s natural… what?” He asked.

“It’s natural, sir,” I answered almost instinctively.

“Good boy,” Alex said, massaging my ass a bit more before ever so slightly and quickly caressing my puckered hole. I jumped at the contact.

“Sensitive pussy?” He asked.

This time I didn’t rely. That caught me too far off guard. I don’t have a pussy. I’m a man.

But he didn’t seem to care, instead standing and turning me back around.

“You’re going to kneel on the floor and sit back on your feet. Your hands will stay on your thighs and you’ll look at the floor. You’ll stay like that until I tell you otherwise. Got it?”

I swallowed again. My mouth felt so dry.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Now,” he said gently, a smile on his lips. I dropped to my knees, sat back and put my hands on my thighs, lowering my head, and he walked away. The position wasn’t comfortable, but then I guess it wasn’t supposed to be.

The longer I was here, the more I felt understood. This was a kink. Like BDSM or something. It had to be.

When Alex came back he played with my hair and called me a good boy before telling me to stand and put my hands behind my back, but keep my head down. I did as he said, then saw the cloth in his hand. It was frozen solid.

“This is going to feel unpleasant, but you’re going to stand like you are and you won’t try to stop it.”

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he just moved the frozen cloth to my dick and wrapped it around it with a light crunching sound as the i e broke. Almost immediately my erection was gone, and then so was the cloth. I watched as his feet moved away, heard what sounded like a box opening and then remembered the small wooden box on a table near the door if seen when I came in. In seconds he was back in front of me, pulling down the front of my jockstrap.

“Don’t move at all,” he ordered as he put a ring around me, stuffing my balls through it one at a time. Then the rest came, and in seconds my cock was in a cage and Alex and locked it up with a little key.

Now I started to panic as he put the blue aussieBum jockstrap back in place.

My head shot up, glaring at him accusingly. There was a smirk on his face as he shook his head, probably disappointed that I’d disobeyed and looked up and moved my hands around to the front to pull the pouch back down over my dick and investigate the new object.

“What the fuck?” I screamed. “What is that?”

Alex’s smile disappeared and his hand went to the top of my head. He grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged.

“You’re not going to talk to me like that,” he snapped.

I felt my knees go weak as he pulled harder on my hair. It hurt like hell.

“I am a very lenient master, but I will not have my boy shouting and swearing at me.”

Master? Suddenly I calmed down. I asked myself why the fuck what he said made me feel better about the situation. But it did.

Suddenly it made a lot of sense. This was a BDSM sorta thing. And honestly I’d been curious about that for a while. So maybe this wasn’t so bad.

“I was going to let you keep the jockstrap on for at least a modicum of modesty but you’ve already disappointed me.”

For some reason that hurt worse than the pulling on my hair. I’d disappointed him.

He let go of my hair and I almost fell down. Somehow I managed to stand back up and, after a second, I just instinctively went back to the position he’d told me to stay in, hands behind my back and head down.

“Spread your legs a little more,” he ordered, and I did. “I thought it was obvious when you agreed to come here you knew what I wanted. When I saw you were slow to undress I realized you didn’t, but I wanted to get you in the cock cage before I told you.”

He paused and walked behind me, caressing my back before walking around to my front again and teasing my cock in the cage.

“I’m looking for a submissive boyfriend. You can say no, and I’ll remove the cage and give you your clothes back. If you want we could fuck before you leave, but after you leave I’ll be blocking you on Snap and you’ll never hear from me again. If I see you in the club I’ll pretend I don’t know you.”

I swallowed again, feeling my racing heart sink a little.

“If you say yes, then this extended weekend will be a trial phase for both of us. You’ll be consenting unconditionally to whatever I want. I don’t expect a total slave of you, but I also want there to be clearly understood power dynamics. I am, at all times, your master. You are my boy. Most of the time, you will also be my boyfriend. Well, if thinks work out.

“But I’ll at least treat you like my boyfriend most of the time while you’re here for this trial period. But even then, you’ll be expected to understand and respect the power dynamic. Because you disrespected me, I’m going to have you take off your jockstrap in a minute. You were going to be allowed to wear it tonight and then tomorrow I was going to take it from you, but that’s not how things turned out, I guess.”

He waited, I guess seeing if I was going to back out at this point. I didn’t.

“I’m a very laid back master, and I want you to feel comfortable around me. We will have conversations and cuddle and kiss and in a lot of ways act normal a lot of the time. But I also want you to know that if I tell you to do something, you will do it. If you don’t, you’ll be punished.

“If you disrespect me, you’ll be punished. Eventually I’ll expect you to be able to read the room and tell if you are expected to be my submissive boyfriend or just my submissive property, but until then I will be very clear.”

He paused again, then put his finger under my chin and lifted my face, looking me in the eyes.

“If you agree to this, your clothes and phone will stay locked up until you leave or we go outside together. You’ll be consenting to unconditional obedience. There won’t be a safe word. You’ll be agreeing that, until Monday morning, you belong to me. I promise you won’t be hurt in any permanent way, and I will do my best to make sure you enjoy at least almost everything sexual we do together. 

“So do you agree? Knowing you can’t take it back?”

I should have thought about it, I know. I’m a smart person. Agreeing immediately without considering things was not smart. But I did it anyway, and was rewarded with a smile.

“Good boy,” Alex said. He hooked his hands in my jockstrap and dropped it to the floor.

“Pick that up and stuff it in one of your boots with your socks.”

I did as I was told, then turned around to face him. He grabbed my hand and led me into his apartment. It was huge.

His dinner table was set for two and already had plates out. One had a salad, the other a steak with mashed potatoes and green beans. My mouth started to water, but I knew the salad was for me.

Still holding my hand, he pulled out the chair at the salad and sat me down, pushing it in, and sat across from me. As we are he asked me about my life, where I was from, my family, my school, whether I was going to college. 

For some reason, I knew better than to ask him too many questions like what he did for a living or where he grew up. Instead I sat there wearing nothing but this silver cock cage and answered all his questions.

I grew up in Dallas. Raised by a single mom. Going to take two years off school and save up for college.

“How many men have you had sex with?“ he asked me.

“Um… none,” I told him. “I thought tonight would be my first time.”

Alex laughter a little when he saw I was telling the truth.

“Not even oral?” He asked.

“I gave a blowjob to a friend a couple times freshman year but nothing other than that,” I told him.

“Never received?” Alex asked me as I took the last bite of his steak. I realized I’d barely touched my rabbit food.

“No, sir,” I answered.

“Hmm.” Was his reply. 

He seemed to think for a second.

“Well, I guess you never will,” he said finally, then, laughing, “I mean if you end up agreeing to this.”

He shook his head and chucked and he pushed his plate away.

“Never even had a handjob?” He asked.

I simply shook my head as I thought over what he’d said. Never get a blowjob. So if I agree yo this long term I’ll be locked up forever?

“It’s OK,” he answered, giving me a half second a relief and a thought he was joking before he dashed that idea. “When I’m done training you, you’ll realize you don’t need any of that. Serving me, especially in chastity, will be all you could ever hope or dream for.”

Again my heart was racing and sinking simultaneously. 

“So did you come here tonight to lose your virginity?” Alex asked me.

“No, sir,” I answered honestly, blushing a bit as I was suddenly once more aware of my nakedness. “I was going to tell you I only want to do oral. I wanted to get my first  blowjob tonight.”

He told me to clear the table, throw the rest of my salad away because when he was done eating so was I, and put the plates in the sink but not to worry about cleaning them.

“That won’t be your job. I have a houseboy here every day to clean and do chores,” he said simply. 

When I stood up to take the plates I suddenly could feel the metal cage around my dick again. It made me pause for a moment, but I quickly got his plate and and mine and did as I was told.

When I got back to the table, Alex stood up and took my hand, leading me to the couch. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his dick through his pants on my thighs. Both my thighs. Holy shit, he was big.

“Jackson, I know you’re a virgin and you weren’t planning on changing that tonight, but I am going to take your virginity,” Alex said with a kind smile that didn’t match his words or kind but demanding tone.

I was going to protest when he picked me up and sat me on the couch, standing up and beginning undressing.

“It’s OK if you think don’t want that tonight,” Alex said, taking his shirt off. “Because you already consented. So really it’s going to happen either way, and I think you’ll find you actually do want this.”

When I saw that body, bit by bit as he removed and folded his clothes, placing them on his coffee table, any idea of resistance faded. Suddenly this was the perfect way to lose my virginity. To this man. Tonight. In a cock cage.

He looked perfect. Free of blemishes, smooth skinned, every muscle chiseled and sculpted so perfectly

My cock was trying so hard to get erect it almost distracted me as I watched him pull his pants down. There was a massive tube hidden under his white Versace bikini briefs. Hidden wasn’t even a good word to describe it, since the underwear did little to nothing to hide his at least 8 inch cock.

My mouth began to water and I had a thought that seemed perfectly natural: Alex is a god. He is my god. And I want to worship him.

“Ask permission to come take off this underwear, but don’t touch my cock,” he ordered.

“Can I please take your underwear off?” I asked.

“You may,” he said. “But crawl on your hands and knees while you do it.”

Slowly I got off the couch onto my knees and crawled over to him. I reached to the side of his briefs and hooked my fingers in the band and pulled them down. His cock bounced out and he laughed when it smacked me on the nose.

I looked in awe at his dick. It was so perfect. Long, thick, uncircumcised with the hood pulled back halfway over the head. There was a dot of precum coming out of the head, and it took all my willpower not to lean forward and lick it off.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” Alex ordered me.

I did as I was told, expecting him to start fucking my throat. Instead, I suddenly felt his hard cock slapping my face. My locked dick hurt as it struggled against the cage. I could feel Alex’s cock leaving little trails of precum across my face with every slap. He hit me on both cheeks, my nose, my forehead and then my left eye, laughing a little with each smack, before suddenly I felt the head of his dick come to rest on my bottom lip. While it wasn’t touching my tongue, he was leaking enough precum that it was dripping down into my mouth and onto the tip of my tongue.

I was intoxicated by it. A little salty and very sweet. Even though I was breathing through my mouth I could smell his cock, even taste it’s scent a little. It was so clean and fresh.

I started to move my head forward but was stopped when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and  yanked back slightly.

“No,” he said calmly. “You don’t do anything without permission. Is that understood babe?” He asked

I gave a slight “uh huh,” fixating on how calling me “babe” was such a weird way to end a command.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

When I did, I saw the long, beautiful, glorious cock right in front of me. His pubes were shaved completely, his cock thick with slight hints of veins. My body practically hurts as I felt myself craving him.

“Kiss my dick, balls, legs, everything but the head,” he ordered. “No hands. And don’t touch the head, babe. We’re saving that.”

Without a word I moved my head back and began kissing. I started with his long, thick, gorgeous shaft, planting soft, intentional kisses up and down the right side first, then the left. His dick may have been hard has steel, but his skin was perfectly soft. Then I moved to his balls. They were large, full, heavy. They hung low and I loved feeling them rest on my eyes and I moved to kiss his taint. It gave me goosebumps. My own balls ached as I moved to kiss his inner thighs, his balls rubbing against my cheeks.

Slowly I kissed everything I could, switching between his shaft, balls and legs. I had no idea how long I did it. I completely lost track of time. But kissing and worshiping his cock wasn't going to be enough, and I knew that. The aching returned to my locked cock as he pulled my head back by the hair and then used his thumb to move my chin down, opening my mouth. I was drooling as the head got close to my mouth, but then he stopped. I wanted so badly to move my head forward but I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. 

Instead, he knelt down and put his hands under my arms to lift me up. I felt like a plaything. I wouldn’t have imagined myself enjoying it, but I did. It made my heart beat faster and gave me butterflies as he leaned his head down to mine and kissed me. Just a brief kiss that made me lightheaded before he scooped me up and started carrying me to his bedroom. I should have been scared, knowing he was taking me there to fuck me and take my virginity even though this wasn’t how I wanted to lose it. But something had shifted in my head. Instead I felt comforted by his strong arms. I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked at his face, admiring him. Admiring his smooth skin and sexy features. His sharp jawline. His perfect cheekbones. His primped hair. I could feel his and pects moving against me and his cock bouncing against my bare ass.

I got lost in looking at his face and feeling his body against mine, so I didn’t even realize it when we got to his bedroom until he gently laid me down on the bed. I looked up at him, with puppy dog eyes I’m sure, as he climbed on the bed on top of me. He leaned down, at first I thought for a kiss but then I realized to put his lips next to my ear and whisper.

“Like I said, you’ve already consented to everything,” Alex whispered. “But I don’t want to rape you. So one more time: do you co sent to anything I want to do?”

I took a deep breath.

“Yes,” I replied in a hush tone.

He pulled up, a smile on his face.

“Good boy,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”

For some reason that just about killed me. I didn’t realize it but I wanted more than anything in this moment for Alex to be happy with me. Pleased with me. Proud of me.

He reached up with hand, gently grabbing my fingers and he leaned back down and this time actually did kiss me. His lips were full and soft and I kissed back, matching his slow pace. I was of course once again distracted by the knowledge that my dick was in a cage and his rock hard cock rubbed against it, but this time I actively worked to push it out of my mind and focus on his lips. It helped, but I could still feel my locked up dick straining against its confines. Realizing I couldn’t shut it out completely, I put part of my attention toward just accepting that I was locked up and wasn’t getting out until the weekend was over. I had a brief painful thought of “what did I get myself into,” but then told myself that if it weren’t for the cage I wouldn’t be getting to taste his lips.

Too soon he pulled away, leaving me leaning up to chase his lips for a half second before he put one of his strong hands on my chest and gently nudged me down.

“I’m going to try to make your first time special,” he said to me with a smirk. Before the question of whether that meant he would unlock me could even fully formed in my mind, he gave me an answer. “I can’t think of a more exciting and fulfilling way for a little white sub like you to lose your virginity than with your precious, adorable little dicklet locked away while a superior man makes love to you.”

The mix of emotions I felt in that moment almost made me cry. I felt terrified, not just of him fucking me but of losing my virginity to a virtual stranger. Of losing my virginity to a dominant man like this. Of losing my virginity before even getting head for the first time. Of losing my virginity in chastity without even the ability to get hard.

But I also felt excited. For some reason, despite my doubts, this felt right. I felt safe, despite the fact that I knew he wouldn’t stop if I said no. I felt prized, despite the fact that I knew I was one of what must have been a hundred other guys he’d fucked. I felt valued, despite the fact I knew I was expected to behave as an owned object.

I managed to hold back my emotion, just continuing to stare up at this perfectly handsome man as he stroked my cheek with his thumb and smiled down at me, just keeping my lost puppy expression etched in stone. He reached down with both hands suddenly and pulled my legs back, scooting down to look at my exposed hole. I was suddenly aware of my nakedness again, but fought that down. He gave me another smirk as he lowered his head and started lapping at my hole and nibbling at my ass cheeks.

 I gasped as soon as I felt his tongue on my hole. When he nibbled at my cheeks I moaned ever so softly. He kept going, devouring my hairless ass and sending shockwaves of pleasure through me for about five minutes before pulling up and smiling. He leaned back down and kissed me once on the lips, then grabbed a bottle of lube off one of the bedside tables. He slathered it on his pulsing cock and put a generous amount around my hole, then put his cock at my entrance with my legs over his shoulders.

My heart was pounding. I was truly terrified now. I felt a tear growing in my eye and he noticed it.

“It’s OK baby boy,” he said, stroking my cheek with one thumb while his other hand moved his dick and up down around my hole. “It’s OK. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you enjoy this.”

With that he lowered his head and started kissing and licking and nibbling at my nipples while he put slight pressure on my hole. But I was so tense I couldnt give way. He kept at it for a few minutes before he moved up and started doing the same to my neck. My back arched as he nibbled and licked and gently sucked on my neck, and I felt the pressure increase. I was still absolutely petrified as I felt the first tingles of pain from the pressure, but I’m sure not as helplessly horrified as I would have been had he not been tending to my own pleasure.

It didn’t even occur to me as his cock head began passing past my defenses that he wasn’t wearing a condom. I was on PrEP, but I knew it didn’t protect against everything. That didn’t matter right now. I started actually crying out as the pain built and his cock head forced its way through my virgin hole.

He stopped as soon as the ridge was past my defenses and pulled off my neck a little.

“It’ll be OK baby boy. Relax. Focus on me. Think about how good it makes me feel that you’re giving yourself to me and how I’m going to make you feel good in return.”

The thought “toxic red flags” brushed across the front of my mind but disappeared as he dove back down onto my neck. I did as he told me to. I focused on him. God, it must be exciting for him to take my virginity. I bet he loves knowing how hard I’ve had to work to keep myself from hooking up with a guy or letting one of the guy’s I’d sucked before fuck me and knowing that I was giving it to him because he told me to. I bet that made the physical pleasure he’s feeling even better. I bet he really enjoys seeing me locked up in chastity while I lose it.

Then I became more aware of how much pleasure he was giving me with his mouth. I realized for the first time that one of his hands was playing with my right nippe. The other was reached back and stroking my left ass cheek. I was giving him something I thought of as precious and worth saving, and he knew it. Because I was making him feel good, he was working to make me feel good. I might have preferred a blowjob first, but somehow it just made sense that that couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t be right for me to get a blowjob from him. I felt like I wouldn’t enjoy it. Like I would feel guilty for getting head when I knew that wasn’t even remotely important.

I felt him start to move into me again, but this time it didn’t hurt as much. I was more focused on him. 

Before I knew it, Alex had bottomed out inside me. All what I estimated to be about nine and a half inches were inside me. I felt his balls touching my ass. I started to feel panic building in my chest at the realizing. The pain came back to me and I started grunting. I felt sadness. I’d just lost my virginity to a stranger.

Alex lifted his head again.

“It’s OK baby boy,” he told me. “You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you for taking my cock all the way inside you so well. You did a good job. You’re gonna keep doing a good job, aren’t you?”

All my panic and sadness vanished. The pain eased as I realized a lot of it was coming from my tension and I was calming down.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m gonna do my best.”

He smiled as he leaned back down and started a slow make out session with me. He started gently pulling his dick out a few inches, then pushing it back in. He’d used plenty of lube, and while this was my first time getting fucked I knew from dildos I hadn’t lubed enough that I should be thankful to him for that. It still hurt, but there was some pleasure there I couldn’t identify. 

Soon I realized that pleasure was growing with each stroke, each time he pushed into me and pulled out it got stronger and the pain got weaker. In a matter of minutes he was fucking me at a steady pace and I was moaning into his mouth. I felt a small smile against my lips and he picked up the pace a little and then again held his rhythm.

“It’s gonna last a while babe,” he told me when he pulled his mouth away. “I wanna make sure your first time is good and long.”

He was true to his word. As he kept fucking me I became more and more sensitive all over my body. When he started licking and nibbling on my ear I practically screamed in pleasure. Even as I felt the ecstasy in my hole and on my ear I could feel the metal of the cage around my dick. But it wasn’t worrying now. I didn’t feel anything negative toward it. Even as my desperate dick pumped out what felt like a quart of precum, flowing through and across my abs, the cage felt totally neutral.

He picked up the pace another notch and started whispering into my ear.

“If you decide you want to be owned by me I promise I’ll make you feel this good and better all the time, baby boy,” he whispered. The pace went up again and his breathing was growing shallower as he began almost panting the words into my ear so softly I almost couldn’t hear it over my constant moaning. “I’ll fuck you all the time. I’ll make you feel good in a way only a superior man like me can.”

He wrapped his arms under mine and lifted me to him until our chests were touching.

“I’ll teach you how to be a good boy for me, babe,” he said. The pace went up again, his balls now slapping against me. Each full thrust in sent shockwaves of joy through me, and each time he started to withdraw I wanted to beg him to go back in. I could feel pressure building in my balls, similar to an orgasm but different. It was coming from somewhere inside my hole.

“I’ll make you into a good slave boyfriend for me,” Alex promised. “I’ll be a good boyfriend and master to you, I promise.”

Alex smashed his lips back into mine and the slow kissing was done. Now it was fast, rough.

The pressure I was feeling was starting to boil over and with a screaming moan but I didn't cum. For some reason I felt the orgasm right on the edge but couldn't get over that edge.

Alex picked up the pace even more. I felt the spasming in my hole expand to my entire body, but I still wasn't cumming. I was practically shivering as he kept drilling me, grunting primally into my mouth.

Even as his breathing became ragged, Alex’s rhythmic thrusts didn’t break. They picked up in speed once more as I started to see stars. Then suddenly he threw one last brutal thrust into me and held his cock there. I could feel it all inside my hole and into my gut as it jerked. I could feel myself becoming even fuller as his cum blasted inside me. He held his lips against mine, unmoving for a minute, his cock continuing to jump and jerk inside me, before he exhaled loudly and collapsed down on top of me. He kept his cock inside me and resumed his slow kissing as I started to feel my body calm down.

My kisses back slowly started to grow sloppier as my eyes grew heavy. He rolled us over, keeping himself inside me and kissed me for a minute more before ever so gently pulling my head up by the hair and laying it back on my shoulder. I felt so incredibly weak and sore, but also indescribably fulfilled and satisfied as I slowly drifted off. My last thought before slipping into sleep: “even though I didn't cum, this was the perfect way to lose my virginity.”