The Warning

“The husband’s wish for me to use condoms when I play does not apply to You, Sir,” I repeated. He narrowed his eyes and raised his head. Smirking, he looked down his nose at me. Little more than the head of his cock was inside me, but already, this submission did feel different than what I had felt when playing with other doms.

His cock began to sink deeper into me. Beyond the head, the shaft flared abruptly. At first, the stretch felt fulfilling, tantalizing, pleasurable. But as he slowly sank deeper into me beyond that introductory inch or two to full thickness of his tool, my hole was stretching more than it ever had. The stretch became uncomfortable, then overwhelming, and then excruciating. 

“Oh…ow… OW… oh GODS, your cock is… BIG,” I blurted. 

“I know, boy,” he said smugly but continued to slowly sink his root into me. 

“No, Sir, I mean, it’s too big!” I said loudly, urgently, and pushed against his shoulders in an attempt to signal him to pause, stop, pull back. 

“I know,” he cooed as he continued to use gravity against me and to sink his magnum beer can of a cock  deeper still. I felt my face flushing red in pain and some rising anger. He widened his eyes and stared firmly at me. I understood this look; he was instructing me to heed him and obey. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. Again, he inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. As I began to mimick his breathing, he nodded slowly and continued slowly to sink deeper into me. 

“Oh my gods, Sir, Your Cock is soooo thick…” I finally managed to utter through clenched teeth. Even following his breathing technique and despite his slow penetration, my body trembled as my hole struggled to welcome his bare cock. A light sweat had covered my whole body. 

“I know, boy,” he moaned low. “It’s going to destroy this married fuckhole so all that remains is a pussy that will hunger for my bare cock.” 

His words flooded my brain with excitement, lust, and something deeper, more primal. Despite submitting to other doms in the past, I had never felt this sensation, and I could not name it—at least, not yet. Whatever it was, I felt entranced. I nodded. “Yes Sir. No condom. Never again. Only bareback.” 

He smirked, “Open deep for my cock, faggot…” and then pushed his cock the rest of the way into the pussy. When he hit bottom, he ground his bush against my body, stirring his cock inside me, rubbing his hairy bull ballsack against my cheeks, and stoking my lust. Hearing me gasp, he growled soft and low. “My cock will ENSLAVE this pussy.” 

As soon as the word “enslave” hit my ears, I felt the trance lift, and I shook my head vigorously. I pressed my hands against his shoulders to push him back. I tried to get my heels under his hips to push him out of me, but he flexed his cock inside me, and it both hurt and thrilled me. I protested, “Wait, no. I’m a sub but not a slave, Sir. I’m married. I cannot become a slave.” 

Unfazed, he stared into my eyes. He grabbed my wrists and slipped my hands from his shoulders. He pinned my arms to the mattress, “Stay!” and flexed his cock again. “You want to surrender to me.” 

Looking into his eyes, I felt myself relax. “I do, Sir.” 

“Good boy,” he smirked. “Then I will help you. Close your eyes.” I obeyed. I felt his breath on my neck and quick flick of his tongue. Suddenly, on the opposite side of my neck, I felt him kiss the skin and press his tongue into the muscle. His tongue traced the muscle upward toward my jaw. Involuntarily, I gasped.

“Submitting to my cock brings pleasure. Deeper submission. Deeper pleasure, boy.”

I panted, “submission is pleasure, Sir.” 

I felt his cock withdraw slowly. I felt his hot breath exhale slowly, naturally over my right nipple, and I felt his thumb stroking the left nipple. I realized that he was no longer pinning me down. My arms remain fixed to the mattress beneath me, still obeying his command to stay. His tongue flicked my nipple and brought my attention back to him. I felt his lips caress the nipple and then his mouth closed over it, and his tongue swirled around it while his thumb pressed through the left nipple. The pussy opened again, and I felt his long thick cock slipping deeply inside it. Suddenly, he flexed his cock sending a surge of pain through me. 

“When you feel pain or fear, boy, that’s my cock erasing resistance.”

“Got it, Sir. Resisting your cock causes pain and fear. Submission brings pleasure.”

He slid up to my ear and nibbled at the lobe; then, I heard him whisper, “The faggot’s pussy is slick with my precum.” The words thrilled me, and I gasped. 

He repeated, “Submitting deeply to my cock brings deep pleasure.” He ground another thrust into the slick pussy, and my whole body quivered as he added, “The pussy likes how slick my precum makes it.” 

Starting to pant, I nodded. “Feels so good, Sir.” 

“Yeah, it does. The pussy likes how its Master’s precum lets its Master’s cock slide deeeeeep into the pussy.” 

“Oh fuuuck, Sir. It does.” 

“It makes the sub WANT to submit… deeeeeply,” he said as he drove his cock deep into the pussy, so deep that he drew my breath. 

“Yes, Sir! So deep!”

“How deep, faggot?”

“Deeper than it has ever submitted, Sir.” I felt his cock withdraw and thrust deep three times. The first thrust sent a surge of pain, and I spontaneously recited, “Pain or Fear is Your Cock erasing resistance.” On his second thrust, I repeated the mantra. The third thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me. “Submitting to Your Cock, Sir, is pleasure.” 

He withdrew his cock completely and thrusted deep repeatedly. Before each withdrawal and thrust, he either inflicted pain or pleasure. Bit a nipple. Withdrew. Thrusted. Tongued a muscle along my neck. Withdrew. Thrusted. When it hurt, I recited, “Pain is Your Cock erasing resistance.” When he inflicted pleasure, I recited “Submitting to Your Cock is pleasure.” 

Before long, his pile driving thrusts into my pussy were pure ecstasy. He was changing up his rhythm. Withdraw. Thrust hard and deep. Slow glide in and out. Withdraw. Ease back in and jackhammer. Withdraw. Pile drive. Slow grind. “Sir! Your precum, your cock, you’re making the pussy feel… fuck… sooo deep…”

“The pussy belongs to this massive cock, doesn’t it, boy?” 

“Yes, oh yes, MASTER!” I startled myself when I yelled that last word.

He withdrew his cock and thrusted deep three more times. “What’s that, slave?” 

That last word. I heard it, and my body tensed. I managed to whimper, “Sub. Sub, sir… Fuck… Not slave. Please.” 

“Fear is what, boy?”

“Your cock erasing resistance, Sir”

“My cock is erasing resistance, boy, so the slave is free to enjoy submission.” 

Panting in rhythm with his thrusts, I repeated, “fear… is… resist.. -ance… Your Cock… erases… resistance.” 

I felt his breath on my left ear. “Your submission is deepening, slave.” He shifted, and I felt his mouth sucking on my right nipple as his cock was gliding in and out of the pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body. An image of my husband flashed into my mind. I began to whimper. 

“What’s the matter, slave?” 

“Betraying him. Not supposed to play bare, Sir. Supposed to play safe.”

Without slowing or missing a stroke, he moaned, “How does Master’s cock make the slave’s pussy feel?” 

“It wants to… makes me want to… need to…” I couldn’t think clearly enough to string together a sentence. He was long dicking the pussy now. Each thrust sent waves of lust though my body. I just wanted him to keep fucking the pussy. “FUCK!!!”

Then, he commanded me to open my eyes. 

His eyes were inches from mine. Relaxed, tender, dark brown eyes with golden flecks gleamed into mine as he spoke. “Submitting to my cock brings pleasure.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“The slave likes submitting to my cock.” 

“That word, Sir…” I heard myself but this time, I did not shudder or feel revulsion. I did feel safe. Something was shifting. He could see it on my face and hear it in my voice 

He smirked, “Yes, slave. My cock erases resistance, so use that word. The slave likes submitting to my massive cock.” 

I nodded, “The slave likes submitting to your massive cock, Master.”

“Good slave,” I heard him say as he looked deeply into my eyes and kept thrusting deep into the pussy. “Your submission is deepening.”

I nodded and tried to speak, but he thrusted forcefully to interrupt me. Deeper submission meant deeper pleasure. A grunt, part pain and part pleasure, erupted from my throat. 

“With every thrust of my bare cock inside this pussy, I have been erasing the parts of you unwilling to submit.” 

I shook my head but couldn’t break his gaze. I whimpered between thrusts, “Erasing…parts… of me, Master?”

He smiled and opened his eyes wide. He withdrew his cock so only the head was inside me, and then, he slowly ground his hips in a circular motion as he pushed deep inside again. “Open this pussy for its Master, slave.” 

The pussy relaxed and obeyed. Entranced, I heard my own voice, “Aye Master.” 

“Good slave.” Master unleashed his hips. He pounded his cock into my pussy with strength, endurance, and determination. The impacts pushed my body up the mattress until my hands colliding with the headboard. Instinctively, I pressed my hands against the headboard to brace against the onslaught. As Master drove His massive cock into the pussy, I inhaled and opened myself for Him. As Master drew back, I squeezed the Master’s cock with my pussy. Master’s expression was stern, and he never broke eye contact. Every thrust sent a surge of pain along with waves of pleasure through my body. Pain was diminishing as Master erased more and more resistance. Pleasure was mounting as Master induced deeper and deeper submission. 

As I braced myself from sliding further up the mattress, Master did not relent in his powerful thrusts. Lifted by the Master’s massive cock and strong legs, my hips began to rise from the mattress. The Master grinned wickedly, smugly, confidently. He continued to work his way up the mattress, lifting my hips more and more with each thrust until finally, my hips were high in the air above my face. I could see Master still staring down at me as He hunkered over the pussy and continued to assault it with more pleasure and lust than I had ever felt. My pussy was wearing out. It could not grip the Master’s cock as tightly when He pulled back. The pussy could not keep up with the magnificent manhood wielded by this powerful Master. 

“Oh gods… Master… thank you… feels… so… good… so… deep… fuck.” I couldn’t string words together into a sentence. I tried to find words. I tried to think. When I did, he flexed his cock, and pain surged. He reduced me to grunting. Then, the realization washed over me. 

“Oh fuck… Master…” I managed to speak. His thrusts were getting more urgent, faster, deeper. The pleasure he inflicted was preternatural. 

“You’re… erasing… too… much!” The words were almost a whisper escaping my lips between the waves of ecstasy he gave me. A wicked grin spread across his face, and I felt his cock swelling. His balls were hitting my cheeks higher now, and his thrusting was strong and steady, unrelenting. He was about to fill me with his seed. 

“Oh gods…” I whimpered as I felt my own orgasm building. He had started aiming his cock closer and to closer to my prostate. My load erupted from my cock. Master, hunkered over me and pounding his cock into my pussy from above, was fucking this load out of me. The last of my thoughts were fading from my mind. “Oh gods… Master… your cock… erasing… me.” 

A wicked conquering grin spread across Master’s face as he nodded, “I know, slave!”