Becoming HIS slaveboy

I look at myself in the mirror one last time before leaving my new apartment. I’m wearing a pair of tight black jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a black Bulldog Harness on top. I wish I could afford more gear but my beloved harness has to work for now.

Last week I moved to San Francisco and now I finally want to explore the city's nightlife.

I heard about a popular gay fetish bar and decided to go there. Even tho I always wanted to I haven't tried much kinky stuff yet in fact I haven't done a lot of stuff in general yet! So far I only had one boyfriend and him and I never did lots of stuff when we dated, because he thought my kinks were weird. After we broke up I moved away since my family abandoned me for being gay when I graduated. That was 3 years ago now and ever since that I lived at his place until he broke up.

As I'm entering the club I start getting nervous and, I gotta admit, hard. There are so many great looking men dressed in shiny leather or tight rubber. Some radiate pure dominance while others kneel in front of them, begging for their attention.

I don't know why but seeing those men makes me want to fight for their attention too! But I don't want to be as needy as these subs around them. How could you be so desperate for a man?

I head for the bar, because I need a drink in order to get courageous enough to talk to someone. Whilst gulping at my second beer I feel someone closely behind me. When I turn around my jaw drops.

A 6'4" tall muscled man towers above me. He has a 5' o clock shadow and short black hair. His eyes are dark brown and a devious smirk crosses his lips as he looks down at my shocked expression.

I must look ridiculous to him. Tho I've been told that I look pretty and tho I have an athletic body (by far not as ripped as him) I'm only 5'7" tall. Pair that with my shocked almost terrified expression and I probably look like prey to him.

"Hey, boy" he grins "do I make you nervous?" he asks, knowing fully well that he does. If i didn't look up at him I'd be staring at his huge chest, which was (as I just noticed) covered in Tattoos. He was wearing a leather vest revealing that not only his chest but also his arms and neck are inked.

"I asked you a question, boy." his tone makes me gulp. I nod shyly answering him that I am very nervous. Then he reaches for my junk with his big, tattooed hand. I wince a little because of his tight grip. "Seems like your little friend isn't as scared as you are boy! It seems aroused" he laughed.

Then he starts kissing my exposed neck. His grip around my groin tightens even further and he presses me against the counter. Him manhandling me causes my dick throb and me to moan. I notice that a few people started watching and my slutty behavior embarrasses me. I'm acting just as pathetic and desperate as the kneeling boys I've seen earlier. Why does this stranger have so much control over me?

'll wait for you around the corner of the club. If you want more of this be there in 10 minutes on your knees. Don't disappoint Master, boy!"

And with that he left.

****

It didn't take long for me to exit the club. My dick was still throbbing and the tightness of my jeans didn't do anything to hide my bulge. I shouldn't go there. I shouldn't embarrass myself like that and I most definitely shouldn't follow a stranger who could crush my head with this bicep into a dark alley. Yet I immediately drop to my knees as I spot him standing there. Im as much of a desperate bitch as the men I just cringed about.Good little boy" he says

He comes closer and unzips his leather pants, revealing that the contents of his massive bulge I saw earlier were even more impressive now that they're hanging free.

I mean seriously his dick is frighteningly  huge. He steps closer and envelopes my head in both of his hands and then he pushes my head into his junk. I have to gag a little, because 1) he suddenly cut off my air and 2) his groin is musky as fuck.

"Hah! Dont you like the smell of my nuts boy?" he asks

I shake my head hoping that he'll pull back but instead he starts to rub his giant dick and sweaty balls all over my face. I feel filthy.

"Well you should get used it. I gotta say I quite like you!"

Why would should I get used to it?

"But for now just suck me off,boy!" he demands

And I obey. I take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can without gagging, which , looking at all the inches that haven't entered my mouth, doesn't seem like much.

"Hmm..you'll have to get better at that Boy! I'm not satisfied" he says and he slaps my face. It was surprisingly hard and took me completely by surprise! Why do I let myself be treated like this? Why do I continue blowing him and why is my cock still throbbing! I can't believe I'm actually enjoying being treated like this.

He pulls out and tucks his dick back into his pants without cumming. I feel disappointed in myself that I couldn't get him off.

"Okay boy give me your phone number so we can talk about when we'll continue."

"Continue? I- I dont thi-" I try to say

"I don't care what you think I want to play with you more! Your number boy! Now!"

"Y-yes" i stutter

"Yes what bitch?"

"Yes master.."

"Louder!"

"Yes Master!" 

"Good boy" he says petting my head

And then I give him my actual, real phone number and he leaves. Leaving my kneeling there with a huge boner that i start jerking off immediately. When I cum I'm even more shocked with what just happen. Weirdly tho, I don't regret it.