New Experiences

Why am I doing this?

That’s the question I keep asking myself as I step up the three stairs to Davian’s front door. I met him on Grindr, having decided to message him because of the description on his bio:

Dom man looking for slut slave

I had spent most of my teenage years watching men getting abused on PornHub. A part of me has always wanted to know what it’s like to have a man tell me what to do, and me to have no choice but obey him. So when Davian told me to come to his house, I didn’t hesitate, even when he told me his two roommates were going to join in.

When I reach the top step, I can see my reflection in the glass of his screen door. I’m 6’ with short blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m on the skinnier side, but not stick-thin.

When I reach the door and start knocking, I can’t help but start feeling trepidation at what I’m about to do. But I’m already at the door, and it’s already opening, so it’s too late to back out now.

Davian stands in the doorframe. He looks exactly like his pictures: tall, taller than me even, brown hair and blue eyes. His face has an almost unnatural symmetry. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of shorts that I’m certain he chose for the implicit reason that it shows the shape of his dick through the fabric.

“Hey,” he says, smiling with perfect teeth. “You’re even cuter in person. Come on in.” He steps back and I walk into his house. The living room is fully carpeted. Even through my shoes, I can tell it’s soft and plush.

Remembering his message about not wearing shoes in his house, I kick my sneakers off and place them next to the pair by the door. For some reason, I notice that it’s only the pair which makes me think his roommates aren’t here. I’m slightly happy about that. While the thought of having Davian and his roommates have their way with me, this whole slave thing is new to me. Starting with Davian might be easier.

“You want anything to drink?” he asks me after shutting the door. There’s a strange finality for me, the way it closes. Like this is really happening, and I can’t back out now, although I’m sure Davian would let me leave if I wanted to.

“Sure,” I say, trying to smile at him.

He vanishes through a doorway into his kitchen, and I hear him rummaging around in his fridge. He comes back moments later with a watermelon-flavored hard seltzer.

“I’m only twenty,” I say.

“So? You still drink, don’t you? I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I smile and take the can, realizing he has one too. We pop the tops at the same time, and he cheers me.

“To new experiences,” he says. We both take a sip, then he nods to the couch. As I walk over to it, I take a closer look around his living room. The carpet is an off-white color, which contrasts his furniture in an attractive way. His three-seat couch, two recliners, ottoman, and coffee table are all black.

“New experiences?” I say, picking up on what he’d said. “So, this is new for you, too?”

“I mean, yeah. I’ve always been dominate in bed, but not like what I’ve got planned for you.”

The look in his eye makes my cock twitch in my pants. I take a fairly large-size chug on my seltzer. It’s very good. I’m hoping that he’ll let me have another one so I can get a good buzz going to calm my nerves.

“So, how exactly do we do this?”

“I want us to be friends, Charlie. So, sometimes you’re our slave, and sometimes you’re not. You’ll have two sort of…modes, for lack of a better word. Slave mode and Charlie mode. When you’re in slave mode, you do whatever we ask you to do, unless you’re uncomfortable with it in which case, you use the safe word, which you can pick.”

“Raspberries,” I say instantly, although I have no idea why I chose that word. Davian, who’s taking a sip of his seltzer, chuckles at that.

“I guess it’s as good a word as any. I can’t see that coming up organically while we’re fucking your brains out.”

Another twitch in my pants.

“We’ve talked about it,” he goes on, “and we’ve decided that we’ll use trigger words. When we say, ‘obey,’ that means you’re in slave mode. When we say, ‘release,’ you’re back to Charlie mode. Understand?”

“Yes,” I say with a nod.

“When you’re in slave mode, you must not only obey every command we give you, but you must also call us ‘sir’ or ‘master’.”

I nod again, taking several more gulps of my seltzer. I’m not sure if it’s because of my nerves, but I’m already starting to feel it.

“Let’s test it out,” he says. He drains the rest of his seltzer and motions for me to do the same, so I do, then he stands and walks into an open part of the living room and looks down at me. “Obey.”

I give myself one second, just one, to collect myself and swallow hard before nodding. He smiles at me and there’s a wickedness in it. But it doesn’t scare me. It excites me.

“Come here.”

I get up and walk up to him. He puts his fingers under my chin and forces my head up to look at him, then kisses me. I don’t hesitate when kissing him back and allow his tongue to slide into my mouth. He probes my tongue with his for a minute before pulling out and licking my neck, sending a shudder running down my body.

“Take it off,” he says in barely more than a whisper.

“Take what off?” His head snaps back and he looks at me. I suddenly remember and hurry to add, “Sir.”

“Everything.”

He takes several steps back and watches as I remove my socks, my shirt, and my pants. I hesitate for just a second when my fingers close over the waistband of my boxer briefs, not that they’re doing much to hide my rock-hard dick. Davian is staring straight at the spot where my cock is attempting to punch a hole through the fabric. I start to pull down, letting the waistband push my dick down so that, when I let go, my dick bounces and slaps against my stomach.

I look back at Davian. This is not the first time a man has seen me naked. I lost my virginity four years ago and have had hookups and a boyfriend or two. But I’ve never had someone look at me the way Davian is. His eyes slowly scan my naked body as if I am a succulent roast and he hasn’t eaten in days. He looks at me as if he can do whatever he wants to me—and he can, I would let him—but he isn’t sure where to start. He walks a circle around me, taking in every inch of my naked flesh.

His eyes linger for a moment on my cock. It’s a decent enough size, just under seven inches. I keep my pubic hair trimmed very short. I can see his dick, also rock-hard, pressing against the fabric of his shorts.

“On your knees,” he says. I’m thankful the carpet is so soft. The speed at which I hit the ground in my haste to obey his order would surely have bruised my knees. He walks up to me, and I discover that I am the perfect height to suck his cock. My mouth is perfectly even with the massive bulge in front of me. I look up at him and he runs a finger over my lips.

“I just want to check, one more time,” he says, “that this is what you want? That the list of allowed actions is okay with you. And that, should my roommates return before we are done, that you will be open to servicing them, too?”

“Yes, Master,” I say, nodding up at him. I can tell he really likes being called master, by the hunger exploding in his eyes.

“Good boy,” he says with a grin. “Pull my shorts off.”

I grab the waistband of his shorts and pull down. Unlike with my own cock, I don’t make his bounce. His pubic hair is cut short, but it’s still there, brown and curly. His dick is at least eight inches long, and decently thick. Where the shaft meets his body, a smooth ballsack hangs, his huge balls visible sitting at the bottom.

He grabs the back of my head, gripping a fistful of hair in between his fingers and shoves my nose deep into his pubic area. As part of our arrangement, they asked me my kinks. Ball sweat is so intoxicatingly delicious smelling to me. His musk fills my nostrils, but he doesn’t let me linger there. He pulls my hair, tilting my head back.

“Suck my cock, bitch,” he says, “and get it nice and wet so I can fill that hole. Don’t you dare touch yourself, either, or there will be consequences.”

“Yes, Master,” I say.

He doesn’t give me time to prepare, but my mouth is already salivating. He positions my head and thrusts his cock straight into my mouth and down my throat, bringing my nose to a halt in his pubes. He lets out a groan of pleasure and releases my hair, letting me take over. I pull my mouth back, sucking as hard as I can and move my mouth back and forth over his dick, clutching his balls in one hand. Every so often, I give them a small squeeze, just because I can. This goes on for a couple of minutes before he pulls out.

“Couch,” is all he says.

I obey, crossing the living room to the couch. Before I can ask him what he wants me to do, he says, “On your back.” I oblige, laying down. He positions himself above my face, bringing his dick down to my lips. I know exactly what he wants. I make sure my throat is as straight as I can make it, tilting my head up to look at his beautiful balls as he slides his cock down my throat and starts face fucking me. My saliva is running down his balls, dripping onto my face. I try to time my breaths through my nose for when he’s pulled back, but this becomes impossible when he shoves all the way in, his balls sitting on my nose, and holds himself inside my throat for several seconds, then pulls out.

He grabs me by the hair again and pulls me up, angling my head to look at him.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, and he spits into it. This is so hot that, without thinking, I grab my cock and start rubbing, but he swats it away.

“What did I tell you?” he asks. Even though I disobeyed him, he looks even more excited. Now he must punish me. He pulls me up, then throws me forward so I’m leaning on the couch doggystyle. He slaps my ass with enough force to leave a mark. Then again, and again, and again. It stings, but then he starts to kiss the spot. His lips on my ass cheek sends a shiver of excitement through me. He stops using his lips and begins tenderly licking the smarting skin. His tongue wanders away from the cheek and slides into the crack, finding the hole in seconds.

Waves of electric shoot through my body as his tongue probes over my hole.

“You like that, slut?” he asks.

I let out a groan of pleasure that was supposed to be, “Yes, Master,” but it didn’t come out that way. He doesn’t seem to mind as his tongue penetrates the hole over and over. Then, he’s gone from there. I feel a hand wrap around my throat, and he bends me back, looking at me from above.

“You ready for this cock, you filthy slave?” he asks. I nod at him. “Open your mouth.” I do, and he spits into it again. His saliva is sweet, like the seltzer.

He keeps me pinned like this, his hand wrapped around my throat as I feel the head of his cock nestle against my hole. I am glad he had the foresight to suggest I do some stretching at home. This preparation and his saliva allow his cock to slide into my ass without much protest. He pushes his cock all the way inside me, forcing a moan from my throat, which his hand is still wrapped around. I’m looking over my shoulder, staring into his eyes as he starts pounding my ass.

“I’m not going to last long,” he says over the slap of his balls against my taint. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure over me as his dick rubs against my prostate. I start pushing back into him with each thrust, causing him to groan.

“I want to cum in your mouth,” he says. He pushes my face into the couch, bending my back in towards it, and starts punishing my asshole without restraint.

“Get back here,” he says, “I’m close.” He pulls out and I drop to my knees, taking his cock back into my mouth. He starts face fucking me again, thrusting deep into my throat. “Don’t swallow,” he says as I feel his body tighten and he pulls out slightly, leaving his head in my mouth. I feel spurt after spurt of hot, sticky, salty cum fill my mouth. I keep it there, as he commanded. He moves to the couch and sits down.

“Ride me and let’s make out with my cum.”

This is so fucking hot, I think.

I straddle him, allowing his hard dick to slide back into my hole. He looks up at me and opens his mouth. I spit his cum into it and we start making out while I ride his cock. He breaks us apart for a moment and spits a glob of spit and cum into his palm, then starts rubbing my cock while I ride him. I’m already so close, he’s barely rubbing it before I start shooting. It lands mostly on him.

I haven’t been asked to dismount, but I do anyway because I’m so spent. He doesn’t protest.

“That…” he says, “was fucking awesome!”

I just nod in agreement.

“Oh, release.”

“I agree,” I say, now free to speak openly. “That was easily the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He leans over to me and kisses me gently on the cheek, which surprises me. Then he gets up and heads into another room before coming back with two towels.

“Clean yourself up and get out of here. Dayton and Tanner couldn’t be here today, but they both will be here on Friday, if you’re down to meet up again.”

I think for a moment and realize that I have Friday off.

“I’ll be here.”

He smiles at me and we get dressed before he walks me over to the door.

“See you on Friday, 2 PM sharp,” he says. I step out front and hear the door shut behind me. I take one last look back at the door before descending the steps and heading for my car.