I was dead tired from my weekend getaway at the hill station. It was Monday noon. I could barely keep my eyes open, yet somehow I managed to work till 3. HR messaged me that I could leave early to rest well. I told them I’d let them know, and the next second I jumped on Grindr.
I surfed through profiles and stumbled on one that said “Visitor hosting.” I DM’d him. We talked for a bit about our likes and kinks. Turned out he was 39(almost double than my age), married, and his kink was using good boys like me. I was instantly ready to get on my knees for him.
He asked about my kinks. I told him I’m into CMNM, doing it outdoors (where no one is actually watching, of course), or being on a leash and acting like a pup for a man. He loved it and asked if I could come over right then. The urge to please him took over, so I said yes.
I checked with HR if the early leave was still okay; they said yes. I left work immediately. His place was just a 5-minute ride away.
I reached his apartment building and DM’d him, “I’ve reached.”
He came down, and we walked up together since it was only the first floor. The moment he opened the door, he smacked my ass hard. I got scared—what if the neighbor heard?—but we were inside in a second.
It was a huge apartment with big windows and a massive balcony. He told me, “Go check the view.” I stepped out for a few seconds. Just as I was about to come back in, he was standing right behind me. He blocked my way and whispered in my ear, “You’re mine now, whore.”
My knees went weak. He stepped in front of me, using his body to block the view of the main road, and ordered, “Stay still.” Then he started unbuttoning my shirt. I thought we’d go inside after that, but I was wrong. Next he pulled down my pants and underwear. I was scared as fuck. I was just a skinny boy and he was a huge man shielding me, but still…
He leaned in again and said, “If I move even one step, you’ll be an exposed bitch to the whole town.” And he actually stepped aside for a second to prove it. Then he warned, “Move and I’ll punish you.” So I stood there shaking, terrified someone would see me naked in broad daylight. At the same time, deep down I was thrilled—I was finally living my fantasy of being a naked sub outdoors, even if it was my first time and I was terrified.
He went inside and came back with his belt. “Face the wall,” he said. I did.
“You don’t move until at least three people notice your naked ass from down there,” he told me. I just nodded. He started spanking me with the belt. Sadly, nobody looked up.
He sighed and said, “Get on your knees.” I dropped instantly. He tied the belt around my neck like a leash and made me crawl like a puppy. I was on cloud nine. Then he ordered, “Be a table.” I tucked my arms and knees under my stomach and became a small human table for him on the balcony. He put his feet on my back and started talking.
“I could keep you like this all night,” he said, “one dick in your mouth, one in your ass, getting fucked from both ends.”
That made me even harder. He put his foot on my dick and played with it. I was so desperate I finally begged, “Can I please suck you?”
He pulled the leash so my face was right next to his and slapped me. “You’ll have to earn it whore,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
He dragged me inside on the leash and made me crawl all the way to the bedroom like a dog. Then he threw me on the bed, stomach down, ass up, and started spanking me really hard. I cried out from the pain. After a while he stopped, pulled me to my knees, and said, “You can suck me if you manage to take my pants off with your mouth only. No hands.”
I buried my face in his crotch like a hungry pup. I somehow got the pants off but failed with the underwear. He slapped me across the face. “Failure,” he said, let go of the leash, and pulled down his pants and briefs himself. Then he put his sweaty underwear on my face and laughed. “Look at you, just a horny bitch for my dick.” Making me watch myself in mirror.
I felt the shame and humiliation, but I was way past caring. He took the underwear off my head and finally let me taste his dick… then pulled away again. I begged until he let me take it in my mouth. I gave him the best blowjob of his life (he said so himself).
After a while he growled, “I want to cum in your mouth, but you cum first.”
I asked, “Can I cum while I suck you?”
“That’s the plan, bitch. Start working.”
I jerked my worthless dick, and within seconds I came. I tried to pull off his cock to breathe, but he held my head down and unloaded straight into my throat. I tried to run to the bathroom to spit, but he grabbed me, covered my mouth, and whispered, “Swallow, or you won’t get your clothes back to go home.”
I swallowed. He patted my cheek, said, “Good boy,” fetched my clothes from the balcony, and handed them over.
I washed up, got dressed, and was about to do the walk of shame when I heard him say, “You are such a good slut.”
Something shifted inside me.
