College Crush Dominates Me

It was two weeks since I last Him. At the graduation party we barely spoke, I caught up with a few old friends and of course, there was a swarm of girls surrounding Ryan. I had a few drinks and I noticed that Ryan was busy entertaining most of the party, being pulled this way and that, having multiple shots. Eventually he made a swift exit without saying goodbye. I managed to leave a few minutes after, and got home drunk and exhausted. I went to the loo and his cum came gushing out of me, but I knew some of it had seeped in and stayed.
I messaged him the next morning to say what a great time I had. He did not respond. I was casting for a new role in a Netflix series and put my mind towards that over the next week. I got the job and would fly to Mumbai in two weeks and spend a month shooting. I was extremely excited, and shared the news with him. Still, no response. I flew to India, made my debut in a series, and enjoyed the perks of being an actor. I got paid well, and had an incredible time, though all the while I had Ryan on my mind.
When I had landed, I spent two days recovering from the adrenaline and fatigue. When I awoke on the third day, my winkie was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I wanted to masturbate to porn, but threw my phone aside and rubbed my nipples at the thought of Ryan suckling them, his scent, his presence, his throbbing rob buried balls deep inside me. I decided to put on my chastity cage that I bought; it was big and I fit loosely in it. I put on my self timer and took some very slutty pictures of myself and sent them to him. I waited, checking my phone minute by minute for a response, but found nothing. I began to come to the realisation that he was probably with his wife, anticipating his baby. Or started a new job. Or both. That I was just a one night stand, and like hundreds of other men before him, would ghost me, as I had done to countless others.
This disheartened me, and I became flaccid, and decided to focus on my career. I contacted my agency and a week went by while I was doing shoots and casting for new roles. The seventh week after I had seen him, I took out my phone, and by surprise, saw his name pop up in my notifications. My heart throbbed. I wanted to open it and respond immediately, but used all my will to wait an hour. When I got home, two hours had passed, and I opened his message. “I’m in your town on business. Would you like to go for a drink?” I responded with an immediate “Yes,” while I deleted all the images and messages I had sent him, as it looked quite desperate.
He texted me the location. I had not eaten for three days, yet felt no hunger; only excitement and lust. I gave myself a deep enema, got into a loose shirt and chinos, and got an Uber to the hotel. Ryan was waiting in the foyer, he wore a tight black shirt and white chinos. His dark short hair had a curl which fell over his forehead, and he smiled at me as he approached. My heart melted as he hugged me, but I gave no impression of it. He took me around the waist and led me to the bar. My mind, instead of buzzing with questions, was still and quiet. Awaiting instruction from this God-like man.
He ordered us two martinis, and told me about the new job he had gotten at the hotel, and would be staying for a few months. I told him about my adventures and new career. We laughed about some old friends. Three drinks in, he became serious. “My wife and I…” he started, looking at his glass, “the baby was not mine.” My heart dropped, out of excitement or empathy I could not tell. “I was not a hypocrite about it. I told her to move on with whoever makes her happy,” he continued, “she chose the father of the child.” He looked back at me and gave a half smile, and then said, “would you like to see my suit?”
I nodded and he got up and began walking, I followed. I suddenly felt quite guilty about thinking that he had forgotten me. He was going through so many things. I shook off the feeling, and continued into the elevator. He did not look at me or touch me, but I wished he would tear off my clothes and fuck me there and then. He grabbed my wrist as the elevator door opened and led me to his suit, he opened the door and I walked in first. The room was aesthetically precise and beautifully done. The bathroom was glass and open plan, and just passed it was a King bed, and beyond, by the seamless floor to ceiling windows, was a double couch, and a single opposite it, separated by a table, with a lamp and a small box on it.
He poured us a drink and handed one to me. He reclined himself into the single chair. “Take off your clothes,” he said sternly, and calmly. I felt aroused and nervous. I slowly undressed myself and stood before him naked. He took up a cigarette and lit it. He stared at me from top to bottom, and I saw movement in his pants, which excited me. It was dark, and the only light reflecting was from the glass windows. “Come here.” He said. I motioned towards him and stood before him. He reached to the box on the table and grabbed my phallus. He put a small ring around the base of my scrotum, and squeezed my small phallus into it. He then placed a cold block of ice onto my winkie, which made it shrink a bit more. With one swift move, he placed a miniature nub cage onto the tip and pressed it down until it reached the base ring, at which point I heard a click as he turned the key. He put a cage on me. It was absolutely tiny, tight, and pressed my winkie so far into me that it felt inverted.
“Cigarette?” He said casually, putting the key onto the table. I nodded. He handed me one, and flamed his lighter for me. I bent forward and lit my cigarette, as he pulled out another to smoke. He sat there for a few moments, I stood looking out the window, a clear mind, and an absolute calm was in the room. I looked at him, his eyes pierced mine, the light of the window fell across his chiseled face; his jaw line illuminated, his perfect lips, his hazel eyes, sharp straight nose, and dark smooth brows. He looked at my butt and stood up promptly. He put his glass down, staring at my ass. He stood directly behind me, his breath on my neck, his hands around my waist, my naked body against his clothed rock hard physique. He squeezed my inner thighs, and my winkie tried to get hard, but the cage was too tight, and the ring only grew unbearably tight. I took deep breaths a rush of blood shot into my head, my nipples were sensitive, and my hole dilated. I could hear him smile.
He walked back, and poured me a drink. I turned around, and caught a glimpse of a small bottle. “Nympho Drops for a woman's arousal,” he said, now continued reading from the bottle, “maximum twenty drops at a time.” He then turned the bottle over into my drink, and squeezed so hard that he emptied it into my drink. He then brought it to my lips. “Drink.” He commanded. I obeyed, and downed the whiskey Nympho Drops drink. He then took off his shirt, exposing his sculpted hairy physique, his broad shoulders and back muscles moved as he turned his back to me and removed his trousers, shoes, socks, and jocks. He sat down again, now completely naked. I admired every inch of this beautiful creation. He offered me another cigarette, and we both sat across from each other, smoking.
After two pulls of my cigarette, my head began to feel light, and a warm rush flushed into my inner thighs. My stomach was buzzing with an sensation of eroticism. I took a deep breath, and looked at my nipples, which were enlarged and felt extremely sensitive. I put my cigarette out, and took a few more deep breaths, as the sensation heightened. My winkie felt shrivelled up and useless, and my hole tingled and dilated. I looked up and saw Ryan staring at me, a slight smile on his gorgeous face. I went onto all fours, paralysed with the need to pleasure him. I crawled towards him, staring at his soft, thick cock. I bent over and kissed his toes, and licked them. I put my hands on his thighs, and fell into his lap. The buzzing continued, and I buried my nose in his crotch, taking deep long breaths of his hairy balls, which were musky, and divine. I teased myself by licking the tip of his cock, which was becoming erect. I crawled up, my knees on either side of his thighs, and buried my nose in his armpit. He lifted his arm over his head, and I lapped furiously at his armpits, tasting his musk and sweat. My winkie was now straining and so I went back onto my knees and started slowly sucking his cock. I started with the head, savouring every inch, and he got harder and harder. Pre-cum dripped from my cage, and made soft noises on the carpet. I pushed him all the way into my throat and gagged. I came back up for a breath of air, and then took him balls deep into my throat, over and over again, without any thought of what I was doing. It came naturally…
I got up, Ryan was still smoking his cigarette. His face in repose, his phallus hard and erect, reaching passed his navel, slightly curving. I turned around and got onto the bed on all fours. I then put my chest to the bed, the soft sheets grazing my large sensitive nipples. My winkie leaking pre-cum from the cage, my hole dilated, and my heart pounding. I pushed my ass into the air and turned my head to face him. He was still sitting, smoking. He put out his cigarette and downed his drink, and then rose, and stood behind me. He stuck his tongue in my hole, and I closed my eyes, almost feeling guilt of the pleasure that it brought me. I pushed back and his tongue went deeper, he rolled it around inside me. I looked down between my legs and caught a glimpse of his thick hairy thighs flexing, his low hanging big hairy sack swinging, as his cock bobbed up and down with the movement of his tongue lapping against my hole. I felt a rush, and knew I was about to cum. I clenched my hole and thighs, and Ryan stopped.
He then knelt on the bed, and his weight lowered the bed… It was silent, and I waited patiently to be hammered by him. He rubbed his thick head against my hole, and grabbed my cage and pulled it back, it hurt slightly, but once more, it made me want to cum, so I pushed my hole out, and held back my ejaculation as best I could. Ryan then plunged his thick long cock deep balls deep inside my ass. I grinned my teeth and shut my eyes, my body went limp, and my legs were wobbling from the pressure against my prostate. I felt so tight and full. I took a few short breaths and managed to relax, and this was when a rush came over me, like a warm blanket. I felt so whole, and so relaxed. I relaxed my sphincter, and could feel the rings of my hole slide outward towards the base of his cock. He slow thrust deeper into me, and I was impaled. It felt as if my entire body was suspended on his rod, and that it completed me in the most wholesome way.
Ryan pushed deeper, and now I whimpered, for it was a feeling I had never had before. He pushed deeper and deeper until it felt as if he reached beyond my stomach. I imagined he was pressing against my heart. I then went into a lustful fit, and bounced on his cock, I moaned like a whore and jumped up and down, making the bed squeak. I pushed my ass against him, and felt my bum cheeks touch his waist. He was still the entire time my hole made love to him. When I exhausted myself, panting into the sheets, he rose and mounted me, his cock inside me, his fists on the bed beside my face. He went even deeper now, and then started fucking me so hard and I began to cry. I weeped and tears wet my cheeks. I wept because of how great it felt. He continued fucking me like this, and each time his thighs hit my cheeks, I squirted cum from my cage. I squirted and squirted that there was a wet patch on the bed beneath me. His rod made me gape as he pulled all the way out and back in, and then all the way out, and buried balls deep again. I felt the air rush into my hole as he pulled out, and then squirmed when he pushed back in. He pressed himself deep inside me, my nipples brushing against the sheets; and this was when, out of nowhere, my small phallus contracted and shot load after load of cum. Simultaneously, I felt him shoot inside me. I felt him offload loads of cum, that filled me to the brim. I was in heaven…
Ryan pulled out of me, and lifted me against him. He played with my nipples and I threw my head back onto his chest in pleasure. He then moved his hands slowly down my body, feeling me, grabbing me, until he got to my thighs. He squeezed my thighs and massaged then as he pressed his body against mine, his set-hard phallus tickling my wet gaping hole. I began panting, and as I orgasmed, blobs of cum escaped my cage and landed on the bed. Ryan played with my nipples and kissed my neck, and rubbed my body, and touched my legs and ass, and I came again, this time just clear liquid slime dripped from my cage. I was fatigued, and Ryan was holding me up against his perspiring body. I closed my eyes, and realised that was still aroused, and awaited his command on what to do next...
To be continued...