Ouch!

Narrated by Terry

OK, maybe I should have thought this through more, rather than just being steered by my dick. 

Alec had sat there, bare chested, magnificently hirsuit and virile, practically dripping testosterone - looking every inch the total ALPHA male my overheated imagination had now transformed him in to. My own machismo had skipped out of the room, giggling like an infatuated schoolgirl, leaving behind another persona that I didn’t recognise.

Oh, I'd heard what Alec had said, all right – “You need to submit to me", “Use you as I see fit", “Turn you into my cunt". Words to make my undeveloped submissiveness shiver with need. Words to lead me along a path that I never thought I’d take. 

I guess he was honest, he'd stated his intention clearly enough. But memories of him making Joe cum repeatedly were dancing in my head at the time, so my little head was listening more than my thinking head. And, of course, the alcohol had played a part.

No, wait. I’m making excuses to myself. The simple fact was, I was horny and Alec turned me on, brought out a side of me that I was unfamiliar with. I made the decision, I made the move, I live with the consequences.

Shit.

The thing with being a top is, you have control. As I’ve said before, I enforce my control by using bondage, by making sure that I can do what I want. I'm the top man - my privilege, my right. So now I take the consequences of giving that up.

I’d said to Alec that I’d wanted to feel what Joe felt. Right. You begin to get the idea.

I'd agonized over this for days. Weeks even. He’s a big, hairy, ugly stud, yeah? And he was the most masculine male ever, in my eyes. He made me weak at the knees to look at him. So I took the proverbial bull by the horns, and having got myself sorted out, picked an evening when I knew it would be just us. 

I’m glad I’d taken a bottle of good old Jack Daniels, though. Despite loosening my inhibitions a bit, it might just have helped me relax enough to survive.

You want to know what happened? Sure, I’ll tell you.

I went upstairs to Alec's bedroom with him. Well, more accurately, he went up, I followed, meekly and obediently.

I’m not sure what I was expecting. He had a big old brass bed frame, a proper old antique thing with knobs on. His room was tidy and masculine, mostly dark blues and greys but with splashes of muted colour in the soft furnishings, and good quality oak furniture. On the floor was a midnight blue carpet rather than laminate or floorboards. The effect was understated, comfortable and slightly bohemian. He had clicked on a small, low wattage bedside light that gave the room a dull, hellish light through the heavy red shade.

He spent some time just snogging me while holding me to him, his hands grasping my arms at the elbows, hairy chest pressing against hairy chest. Real lip-lock, tongue on tongue action that made me tremble slightly with increasing lust and pant for more, before pushing me down to kneel in front of him. His massively tented pyjama pants held the focus of my attention as I stared up at him.

“Listen to me", he said, quietly but insistently. “You do this voluntarily. You have the option to leave now. Once we get started, you continue with the knowledge that everything I do to you is non-reciprocal unless I demand it. I expect your total compliance, nothing less. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Use words”.

“Yes, I understand".

“Yes WHAT, you understand?”

I’d been in the army, so addressing a superior with respect came easy.

“Yes SIR, I understand".

“Good. Then let’s get something clear right now. You think you’re special, God’s gift to people. You’ve never known what it’s like to be humble or have no control over what happens to you. I’m going to show you different".

Kneeling at Alec's feet, he looked seven feet tall as he glowered down at me. The solid glans of his erection was almost visible through the damp material of his pants– his own pre-cum and my saliva from my earlier mouthing over his hidden knob, when we were downstairs. His chest and stomach, big and burly but solid, were covered in wiry, auburn hair that from my angle gave a fuzzy halo to his outline and made him seem even bigger. In the subdued red light of the room, he had a beast-like appearance.

“Do you want to leave now? No reprisals or recriminations. Leave, and this will never be spoken of again. ‘Cos once we get this started, it doesn’t stop until I say”.

I was shivering, but not with cold. Fear? Excitement, definitely. My cock was so hard in my shorts, it ached. I knew that I’d see this through, even if I hated it. So I shook my head.

“No Sir”.

“Right. Then strip the shorts. From now on, when you’re with me, you wear what I tell you to wear, or you go naked".

I started to stand so that I could pull my gym shorts off, but he put his hand on my head to stop me.

“Did I say you could get up? Just lose the shorts”.

I lay flat and wriggled them down, over the rigid bar of my cock and past my knees, bending my legs up to flick them over my bare feet and off, where they lay in a crumpled heap near the foot of the bed. 

Alec raised a foot and rested it lightly on the treasure trail on my stomach, just below my belly button and above my pubic bush, and worked his foot under my cock. The leaking tip of my engorged dick kissed the lightly haired top of his foot and left a clear, sticky thread that quivered as my cock nodded up and down in pulsing anticipation.

“You want to know how Joe feels, eh? Well, here's the thing. You’ll get a taster of that tonight, but you’re not Joe. You don’t understand what drives him, what makes him into a total bottom. You’re too familiar with being a top. I’m going to change that. 

To know what Joe feels, what makes him cum like he does, you need to experience life from Joe's perspective. You need to be more like Joe”.

Alec's eyes were blazing down at me as I lay on the floor with his foot resting on my abdomen, like a hunter gloating over his kill.

“Being humble is a start" Alec growled at me. “Being naked, not just unclothed but completely naked and vulnerable, will be something that you will become familiar with, too. Joe has suffered humiliation and embarrassment for years, so you shall see what that is like. 

You taught him to give up control, enforced his passivity. Your first lesson with that starts tonight. You are going to be on the receiving end of the bondage that you love so much.

Get on the bed, face down".

Alec pulled the covers off the bed, leaving just the sheet covered mattress. Over the next few minutes, Alec produced four leather cuffs with chains attached, from a drawer. He buckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, tight enough so that they couldn’t slip off but loose enough to allow good circulation. He told me that Joe had talked him into buying them for their play. 

Clearly, my use of bondage to enforce passivity in Joe and any other partners was now going to be exercised on me. If I hadn’t trusted Alec, I would have been more concerned, but I submitted to him without question or protest. I’d agreed, hadn’t I?

He arranged me spread-eagle and face down, and looped the chain to each wrist cuff around the respective corner posts, before clipping them back into the cuff d-rings. Before securing my ankles, he pulled my knees up, stretching my thighs wide apart. 

I’m not the gymnast that Joe is. I’m not as flexible and practically doing the splits wasn’t easy. I’m a lot older than Joe too, but I’m a gym instructor so thankfully I’m fit and flexible enough to cope with the position. It was uncomfortable, though. The only way I could accommodate the stretch was to raise my hips up off the mattress. 

Alec used a length of rope from the same drawer to loop around each knee before tying off to the actual bed frame, about half way up. Then he finished off by chaining my ankles in a similar fashion to my wrists. 

I was held secure, my hands almost, but not quite, grasping the posts of the bed frame. My knees were bent and supporting my weight at a weird angle. My feet were splayed with my toes practically at the edges of the bed. I was grateful that the mattress was firm but had enough give that I wasn’t damaging my joints.

There was very little movement that I could achieve. All I could do was turn my head and bounce my hips up and down a little, putting a strain on my hip joints and groin.

It was an uneasy position that left my hips raised and buttocks stretched apart and high, uncompromisingly open and exposed. My taint and balls were embarrassingly displayed, and in the small space provided by my raised hips, my achingly erect cock bobbed about and rubbed against the sheet whenever I tried to ease the tension in my hips and thighs. My nipples, not usually very sensitive, were hard and rubbed against the sheet. I could feel my shoulders straining slightly and turned my head so that I could breath easier...and looked straight at myself.

Alec had positioned a wide mirror on the low dresser to one side of the room so that it was angled slightly down, giving a not-quite level reflection. I could see part of my back, my raised-up arse, and a fair section of the side of my body. It was an erotic and sultry sight in the gloom of the red bedside light.

“Now, that's more like it", said Alec, in a low voice. “Now you’re looking humble, eh? Like you have no control, no option except submit to whatever I choose to do with you.

Like what you see?”

For the first time ever, to my memory, I felt myself flush red. But I couldn't...wouldn't...admit that I found my own restrained reflection exciting. So I didn’t answer.

“Don’t worry, Terry. This is just the start. I know you want me. Want this. Before long you'll be bigger slut for my cock than Joe. But you'll need to look more the part, another time.

For now, I’m going to give you a present, in return of the present I’m taking from you.

I’m going to fuck you, nice and deep. Bust that unused arse of yours wide open. Turn your tight, pink little virgin arsehole into a red, craving, wanting, gaping cunt”.

I could barely see him as he stood at the end of the bed, admiring his handiwork with my displayed and tightly restrained body. It occurred to me that I hadn’t even seen his cock yet. Alec still had his pyjama pants on. 

For some reason that made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable. And a bit miffed, to be honest. I’d seen him naked and in full erection before, obviously, but never for me as his object of passion. I knew he was hugely hung and being denied the full sight of him was somehow diminishing my own lustful pleasure. 

Oh, OK...a power trip. I remembered how I’d stripped Joe off almost a year before while I remained clothed, when I first started to train him to be submissive. Alec was returning the favour. 

My cock was so fucking hard and leaking. I could feel a damp, sticky patch on the sheet as my flared, engorged knob rubbed against it.

I heard a slight rustle as Alec finally dropped his pyjama pants and caught a glimpse of his hirsuit body, his cock hugely erect, as he climbed onto the bed with a slight squeak of the old metal frame. In the mirror, I watched as his powerful, hairy body bent, his shaved head dropping lower to my wide-spread arse and....

Oh, fucking hell, the sensation as he ran his tongue across my arse cheeks, slavered up my fuzzy trench and lapped over my arsehole! The memory of Alec doing the same some nights previously, as I was fucking Joe, burst in my head and gave my lust another kick. My throbbing cock quivered and drooled more pre-cum, which was rubbed into the sheet by my sensitive knob as I bounced my hips ineffectually. All I could do was groan, before he poked his tongue through my tight ring. 

I felt him tickling my big, hanging balls with his fingertips, then encircling them between fingers and thumb before pulling down and back slightly. The added pressure was enough to make me yelp and my anus contracted around his long, agile tongue.

I heard a noise, the pop of a lid being opened, from a jar of some sort of lubricant he'd hidden away. He continued to thrust his tongue into my wanting anus, sometimes nibbling along the sensitive skin next to my hole, or using the pointed tip of his tongue to swirl around the rim, or licking wetly across the puckering muscle. I could feel his chin stubble against the tender skin of my taint and was panting like a steam engine, unable to focus on anything except the alien ecstacy he was creating in and around the entrance to my arse.

After several minutes of this, I was humping my hips up and down continuously, my sticky cock head leaving a trail of goo below me, while groaning and whimpering in delight, trying desperately to get more of his fantastic, slippery eel of a tongue, inside me.

But Alec soon withdrew from his questing tongue-fuck and sat back on his haunches.

“You’re tight" he muttered. “Let’s get you loosened up a bit".

Alec's hands are big, man. Like shovels. His fingers are similarly long and thick, bigger little Joe's dick. I felt him smear some of the lubricant around my tensing anus before a broad finger teased the entrance briefly and broke through the tight muscle, up to his second knuckle. He worked it in and out slowly as I moaned into the mattress. Then all the way in, right to the end. I could feel his fist pushing against my arse cheeks.

I'd wanted this. I know that I'd wanted this. This was Alec, for fucks sake - the big hairy giant I’d been secretly drooling over for weeks. But dear God, his finger was big!

It didn’t help when he withdrew it and promptly worked it back in with a second finger to keep the original one company. The stretch was painful. I groaned again, louder this time.

“Sshhhhh" he soothed. “You’re really tight. This is going to be fun. Well, for me, at any rate. Just try to relax and let it happen".

He spent a while with his fingers up my arse, smearing on more lube periodically, sawing them in and out, then added a third finger, opening them up to stretch my protesting arsehole more. I hissed and moaned at every twist and flex of his fat digits.

“That'll have to do. I haven’t got all night" he breathed, although whether to me or himself, I wasn’t sure. “Time to get this virgin arse christened. 

Take deep breaths and relax" he warned me.

And with that, he withdrew his fingers, shuffled forward on his knees a little between my restrained, wide open legs and pressed the enormous, flared head of his huge, veiny, upwardly curved cock against the exposed, pouting muscular ring to the entrance of my nervous little hole.

In the angled mirror at the side of the bed, I watched with a kind of fascinated, horny horror as he grasped his ridiculously big, heavily veined cock with his huge, hairy paw, while supporting himself with his other hand on the bed, the side away from the mirror. I had an uninterrupted view of the action...my first time being fucked.

He pushed hard against the target with his huge, rock-hard and greasy knob. He’d obviously slathered lube on it at some point earlier, for which I was desperately glad. I couldn’t move away, held in restraint as I was. All I could do was watch our reflection through scrunched-up eyes. 

I was grateful that Alec's cock head was more arrow-shaped, rather than the usual mushroom shape, as it worked its way in. It might have made the entry slightly easier, opening me up gradually the deeper it went. But I wasn’t counting on just how fucking wide it got at the coronal ridge.

“Ouch!” I yelped.

Fucking Jesus in a box! The PAIN! Like a blow torch had been set against my straining anus! Was this what Joe went through each time?!

It seemed to go on forever, as I huffed and winced and gritted my teeth, praying for an early death. On and on as his murderous length went deeper, stretching my arse to tearing point. I was sure I must be bleeding, torn beyond all hope of recovery. I could feel my erection shrinking by the second as I dropped and raised my hips to try and ease the pain.

“OK" breathed Alec. “The head's in. Now let’s get the rest there. Breath deep, Terry".

He surged forward.

It was just as well that the chains and ropes around my ankles and knees held, otherwise I’m sure my head would have been shoved through the bars of the headboard. How fucking long was Alec's cock? Eighteen inches? Three feet? I know it was ten inches but it seemed much, much longer as he forced his thickness determinedly up the narrow, virgin territory of my formerly unsullied backside. He reached a point where there was a definite obstruction and I knew if he continued, he would probably kill me, burst through the colon wall or something, and I would bleed to death.

My thigh muscles were cramping and my glutes were spasming. I realised that I was pulling on the wrist cuffs chained to the top of the bed, as my arm and shoulder muscles were also straining.

I couldn’t stand the agony. I remember begging him to stop, to take it out. I even offered to try sucking it instead. But Alec was on a mission and my pleas for mercy were ignored. He leaned forward to growl in my ear.

“I’m not going to pull out but I’ll stay still for a second. I told you, didn’t I? I’m not stopping once I start. 

You had the chance to leave but you chose to stay. Stop being a fucking wimp. If Joe can take it and love it, so can you! You wanted to know what Joe feels, so learn to relax and breathe, and learn fast!

I’m at your second sphincter. You’re getting fucked through that too, so there’s no point crying and behaving like a girl. Breathe deep and just let it happen.

Now fucking well RELAX!”

I took some deep breaths, chest heaving and eyes watering, my face buried in the mattress to muffle my squealing, while he massaged my shoulders and rubbed my tensed back muscles. I was conscious that my cock had shrivelled to a totally flaccid state and that pre-cum still drooled from the tip. 

Slowly, the terrible sharp pain receded a bit, becoming gradually more bearable as I got used to the horrendous thickness of his awful length. 

Then the brutal reality of his massive cock became apparent, as he pushed even more in. I felt something give against his constant pressure. Suddenly he was through the barrier deep inside me, sealing my doom as my second gate was ruined. I thought that his cock was going to burst through my stomach and into my throat. 

“Only another couple of inches to go" Alec breathed, presumably to reassure me that I was doing well.

I couldn’t stand it. His massive girth filled me to bursting. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to walk again.

As stretched open as I was, my arsehole didn’t even have the buffer of my wide-apart buttocks against his ceaseless forward thrust. Alec's cock was a lot thicker than mine, and mine was a bloody decent size. Deeper he went, and deeper still. My anus was screaming when I suddenly felt Alec's hips pressing against my flesh, his pubes mashed between our bodies.

“There. It's in. You’ve got it all. Every inch.

Take a minute to get used to it. Then I’m going to fuck you. And I’m not stopping till I cum. You might too, if you just fucking well calm down and relax more.

Now, open your eyes and look at us".

I did as he ordered. There, in the mirror, I saw myself, lewdly and forcibly displayed, arse high and wide open with thighs roped apart at ninety degree angles from my body, like some sort of Christmas turkey being pulled apart by a starving man. Alec crouched behind, pressed hard against me, his knees wide and partly under my hips, heels under his arse, smirking back at me in the mirror. I could feel his massive low hanging bollocks rubbing against mine. It was nice, comforting...almost. 

Bloody hell, but he looked magnificent! WE looked magnificent! 

I saw him as he flexed his arse cheeks and felt his mammoth cock move in me, re-arranging my guts to torture my liver, probably, before he pulled back a little.

Huh! A little felt like half a mile, as he dragged his abrasive bastard of a cock back through my protesting ring, scouring the raw flesh with sandpaper, it seemed.

But the mirror could not lie. As I watched, he slowly pulled back to about half way before slowly heaving the bloody great solid crowbar of his tool back in to the hilt. And out. In and out. And in...bursting through the destroyed muscle of my inner sphincter each time. 

The pain was beginning to turn into a dull ache. Alec's eyes were watching his cock drag back and forth through my protesting anal ring, periodically catching my eye in the mirror as I stared at what he was doing. He seemed every inch the raping Viking that my mind's eye had conjured as an image of him - barrel chested, muscular, hairy and brutish.

Except he wasn't raping, was he? He’d been masterful and domineering and totally ALPHA, but that was what I’d wanted. I was a top, an Alpha male myself. So only someone bigger and better would do. I’d definitely wanted him to fuck me. He was being careful, I think, but extremely thorough in making sure that I took everything that he had. 

My cock begin to thicken and lengthen again, watching his determined, regular thrusting up my timidly accepting channel. And finally, I started to relax, my groans becoming whimpers, becoming gasps. 

His movements became more aggressive as I loosened up. Harder, longer strokes, the horribly wide coronal ridge of his knob forcing through the inner muscle of my colon, fucking me deeply. 

His massive, heavy, pendulous balls were swinging against my own with the force of his thrusting, the erotic sensation causing my cock to surge forward and rub against the slimey mess on the sheet below. My cock head seemed suddenly ultra-sensitive to the friction, which helped to further distract me from the constant feeling of bursting in my arse.

I’m not sure at what point his persistent battering against my frightened prostate awakened a happier response from me, but I remember the sudden bloom of indescribable ecstacy when it happened. Suddenly, without warning, my brain fused, a rainbow of lights sparkled in my head, the pain had gone, my previously constricting ring became a grasping, greedy hole you could drive a train through. And Alec couldn’t possibly fuck me deeply enough.

I swung my hips up and down, the only movement I could manage, uncaring of the aching from my hips. Desperately trying to get more of him inside me, my hole seemed to gape wide in my need.

I know that my gasps were now for a completely different reason. I was squealing like a sow in heat, moaning like a whore, punctuated by cries of “Oh fuck, yes!” and “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me!”. I’m fairly sure I called Alec a stud, a bastard, a hunk and at some point I think I even begged him to rip me apart. 

I was sweating heavily and could feel the wiry fur on his torso all over my back as he leaned over me, balanced on his hands near my head. My eyes must have been closed as I revelled in the glorious hammering of his incredible cock into my quivering, slick, compliant hole, because when I opened them again my reflection was of a sex-crazed slut, glorying in complete submission to a master fucker. My pupils were wide, my mouth a grimace of pleasure. And Alec's head was just above me, his eyes staring at mine in the mirror.

“Yeah" he huffed. “You like it now, don’t ya? I’m hitting the spot now alright, aren’t I? You’re taking my cock like you were born to it, Terry. I’m fucking you deep now, eh? I’m making your nuts boil, am I? Am I?”

His bum was swinging wildly back and forth as he watched me whine and howl with newfound bliss, repeatedly drawing the full length of his wonderful, wrist-thick cock out until the wide ridge locked just inside my elastic ring, only to hammer it back in until his hip bones collided with my wide spread arse cheeks. 

The skin of my back was soaked in his sweat, the unkempt hair of his torso tickling my flesh, somehow making me feel almost feminine. And even more receptive to his increasingly vigorous thrusting.

He pulled his knees up to raise his own hips higher, adding his weight to his incessant pounding of my now voracious hole, and lowered his chest to rest against my lower shoulders. I know that he was holding his weight on his knees, but the force against my arse on each inward smash was putting a real strain on my thigh muscles as my hips were bounced against the mattress. He reached around and under my pecs with his hands, tugged on the hair on my chest briefly, caught hold of my hardened nipples with his big fingers and pinched and squeezed and twisted them. I howled in ecstatic submission to this act of dominance from him, my normally unresponsive nips suddenly and embarrassingly acutely sensitive, firing pleasure signals straight to my balls.

He grunted and growled like a beast in my ear. 

“Yeah, you’re loving it now, Terry. Nice and loose and building up to cum, I can feel it. Your prostate is like a rock against my cock. Are you going to cum for me, eh? Cum for me, while I fill you up? You want that, huh?”

He ramped up his thrusting, if that was possible, driving hard against my battered backside. I could hear the sloppy, suctioning noises from my arse as his massive thickness powered in and out. 

The ropes and chains held me in position. I couldn’t do anything but submit to his savage plowing of my wanton fuckhole as he mauled my nipples between his fingers, while his swinging bollocks thundered a heavy beat against mine. 

My bursting cockhead slithered to and fro between my lower body and the slime covered sheet, unused to being so ignored, but fucking into the wet mess anyway as he battered my hips down onto the bed with each ram into my welcoming backside.

I could feel the pressure building, slowly at first but with increasing force. Oh Christ, my toes were curling! It kept increasing, the wonderful, intense fire of imminent orgasm. I know I was quietly keening in a high pitched voice as Alec started to become more frantic in his pounding of my arse, massaging and pummeling my inflamed prostate with each rapid-fire full depth thrust, and he continued pulling on my abused nips. His knob felt enormous, as big as a fist, as it bored deeply into my bowels, forcing my second gate to remain open with each entry, in shocked deference to his dominant possession.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I howled, as the ecstacy bloomed deep within. “I'M GOING TO CUM!!”

I heard Alec gasping, his knob buried in my chest somewhere, and felt the entire universe expand and contract as my tortured prostate pulsed and throbbed against his solid, fantastic length. Fireworks exploded in my head and my entire body shivered and shook.

My arsehole contracted spastically around the base of Alec's buried cock, as my own went into freelance mode, jerking madly, pulsating as it spewed a torrent of scalding cum across the sheet beneath me. It was much more intense than any orgasm I’d ever experienced before, but different somehow, as it concentrated more in my arse than my cock.

I can’t even recall the chain of events as I practically went into seizure, yelling, yanking on the chains and ropes, almost dislocating my joints in the extremes of my overwhelming orgasm. But I do remember that my balls were thrumming against Alec's, and his were doing the same against mine. And I remember, as I was slowly coming back to my senses, that Alec was still in the throes of his own orgasm.

Holy shit! I could actually feel his cock vibrating as my anus had tightened around it, and way up inside I swear I could feel it expand and contract as he was shooting volleys of his own massive load of spunk. Fucking hell! In the mirror, I watched as his hairy arse flexed and humped against me.

Alec's orgasms were always a long-winded affair with Joe, and this one was no exception. He growled, groaned, huffed and puffed, called me a cunt and a bitch and a whore, for nearly a minute. All the while I could feel his huge, veiny cock pulse and recoil. Until finally, he was done, panting heavily and trembling with prolonged aftershocks.

He lay partly over me for a while, getting his breath back, as I became increasingly and painfully aware of the strain to my various joints – especially my hips, which he was pressing down on. But he raised up as soon as I gasped at him, and sat back on his heels again, his long, deflating cock still embedded in my cum-bloated arse channel.

“You ok?” he asked, slightly croaking but almost in his normal voice, as he went about untying the ropes at my knees and unbuckling the cuffs to ankles and wrists.

“Yeah. I think so. That was fantastic. It's never happened to me before" I admitted, weakly.

“Which? Getting fucked or cumming like that?”

“Both. It was unbelievable".

He pulled back and let his softening dick slip free of my sore, sloppy chute, with a grunt from him and a hiss from me. A stream of his cum followed, hot and sticky, oozed down my taint and dripped off my shrunken balls to mix with the slimey pool on the bed. Don’t ask me how, but I could tell that there was plenty more of his spunk still, injected far inside me. It gave me a quiet thrill to think that his DNA was being absorbed into my body.

He helped move my sore limbs into a straighter position and rubbed my muscles for a few minutes to ease the cramping. My arsehole was incredibly sore but, weirdly, numb at the same time.

“I meant what I said, Terry. You wanted this, you've got it. You've agreed to it and I'm holding you to that. I say when we stop. So there's a couple of things I’m going want you to do before we meet up again.

I said that you need to be more like Joe, to experience what he feels. One orgasm doesn’t mean that you’ve experienced that. 

You’ll have to get rid of the body hair. All of it. Arms, legs chest, pubes...everything. Razor and hair-removal cream, whatever. You’ve always been a top before, but now you’re not. I'm the top, you're the sub. You need to get used to that and be more...well, completely naked and vulnerable. I want you hairless from the neck down”.

I turned over awkwardly, lying on my back to look at him as he sat on the side of the bed, regarding me with a severe, serious expression.

“I’m going to buy you a cock cage that you will wear. I’ll keep the key. Orgasm denial, Terry. Keep you horny and ready for whenever I want you. No more playing around for a while, so you only get to cum when I allow it. Joe never touches himself, neither will you. His orgasms are all about being fucked. That'll be the same for you, until I say different".

I’m sure that I must have looked shocked, but my depleted, cum-smeared cock betrayed me by beginning to chub up at his words. 

“You’ll come round here a couple of times during the week, when you finish work at night, OK? I’ll let you know when. Don’t expect to cum every time, though. You ever actually suck anyone off before?”

I shook my head, visions of me choking on Alec's cock dancing in my imagination.

“So, we’ve got some work to do then. 

Our joint sessions with Joe are over, for the time being, anyway. I’ll treat him to some weekends away, instead. He wont know what’s going on, unless you want him to".

I shook my head. Having the kid know that I was to become Alec's bitch for a while, was the last thing I wanted. I was an Alpha male, yeah? Wrong. I was an Alpha male. Past tense.

For now, I was Alec's slut in training.

Possibly to be continued....