Endlessly scrolling through a bdsm dating site I found a faceless profile, lest call him Z for now. His bio was very interesting to say the least. But the thing that most attracted me was this particular line which said, “Don’t call me daddy, I’m not your daddy faggot”. He was way out of my league so, I moved on.
Then I saw him in flesh and blood at the airport next day, he looked nothing less than a Greek god. His clean-shaven chiseled face was shining. He was wearing a tight white button shirt with rolled up sleeves and trousers and Chelsea boots. He was carrying a laptop bag across his chest. He looked like one of michelangelo‘s marble statues had come to life.
As Luck would have it he started walking towards me. Maybe he was walking in slow motion or maybe the time stood still. Who can say?
He kept on progressing towards me and then he stood in front of me. He was tall, very tall. He stood over me like a skyscraper. I was under his shadow now. My mind was racing.
He said something. I was lost in my thoughts, and my eyes and brain were busy devouring this sight of him. I simply blurted “mmmppphhh”.
He grinned and repeated himself again this time bit louder and in a very firm and assertive voice, “Is this gate A12?”. He broke my spell. I was absolutely flustered. I was caught now, there was no point in hiding it now. I immediately looked away and replied, “ummm yeah I guess so”.
He didn’t even say thanks, and simply walked away and sat down at a very far away spot. I couldn’t believe myself, I just humiliated myself in front of the most gorgeous man ever to exist. I also found a seat far away from him and sat down. I began sulking until I noticed something gate sign A12.
Maybe I was being delusional, but I questioned myself if the A12 signage is so clear why did he ask me? Maybe he wanted to make a conversation. Maybe he saw my profile too? Did I just blow up my only shot with him? Even if he wanted to talk to me, now he didn’t. I glanced over to him, he had his earphones on and was scrolling through his phone. Absolutely unbothered and oblivious to my existence.
Half an hour or so later boarding began. They called my zone. It was an emergency row seat. The boarding quickly finished. I had the whole row of seats to myself. Before I could celebrate that, the flight attendant came and said, “Please make yourself comfortable in any of the two seats”. Followed by a voice “Thank you. Sure”. Even before I could turn my head and see who it was, I knew it was him. The first thought that came to my head was, “so, he knows how to say thank you”.
The flight attendant explained as it’s an emergency row seat, it would be better to have an ‘extra set of hands’ and since he is so big, he would be more comfortable here. I knew just like me the flight attendant wanted to eye fuck him.
He then did the unthinkable and sat down in the middle seat. Why? Why?
He didn’t even bother giving an explanation. He simply strapped himself in and slapped his hands on his thighs. It was loud. I wanted to look at his thighs so badly. In order to avoid that I simply kept looking outside the window. The flight attendant quickly briefed us on the emergency exit and asked us, “if we will assist her?”.
Before I could reply, he kept his hands on my knees and said, “Yes we will absolutely with the best of our abilities.”
Shocking
I frowned my eyebrows.
The FA asked me, “And you sir? I need a verbal confirmation.”
I said yes to which she replied, “thank you” and strapped herself in the jumpseat right in front of us.
What the hell just happened?
Did this man just make a move on me?
We took-off and the whole time I kept staring outside the window as to avoid looking at him. After a ding sound, the FA stood up and left for the galley. This is when I noticed heavy breathing on my neck. I knew he was looking over my shoulder.
He said softly, “Do you mind if I can click a picture of the clouds?”. I replied yes. He clicked some pictures while I stared at the ceiling and pretended to adjust the airflow as to avoid looking at him. After he was done, I immediately sprung back to staring outside the window, not the enjoy the blue skies and cloud but to again avoid him. But again I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck. I bit my lower lip as to not respond. But then he whispered, “You can look, I don’t bite………. Well not yet”
My body immediately reacted and turned towards him. The game of cat and mouse was over.
”I I I I-don’t know what you’re talking about”
”come on FAG! From the moment you saw me you’re practically begging me to fuck you. Don’t you slut”
quiet
”Were you thinking about all the things I would do to you slut”
quiet
”Tell me I’m wrong”
quiet
”Look at me. Look at me slut when I’m talking to you”
I look over. He looked so good. His hands resting on both the armrests like he owned the damn plane. He was manspreading and his knees were so far apart. I even failed to notice that his right knee was basically piercing through my left thigh. His posture exuded authority. His eyes were locked on me, like a predator and I was his prey. And his lower jaw grinding left to right as to sharpen his teeth for the big hunt.
And then he started casually flexing his arms as if he was stretching.
He looked at me and said, “Do you like it fagboy, imagine this crushing your skulls”. And then he laughed mockingly.
I did start imagining him being naked and absolutely forcing me to worship him.
”You are imaging it aren’t you fag boy. Pathetic slut. Cleaning my whole body with your tongue and sucking my coc-”
I didn’t realize it but I inadvertently licked and smacked my lips.
”You really want me Faggot don’t you faggot. You want me to shove my big dick don’t your throat. Don’t you.”
“ I I I-don-“
”Shut up faggot. You haven’t said a word yet.” And then he pressed the call button.
One FA arrived and then he asked for a glass of water. I could even look her in the eye and simply looked down at the floor. I felt humiliated but turned on. I was wondering if the people behind us could hear us or not. Maybe not.
The FA returned with a paper cup. He thanked her and gulped down the water. And then took out a pen from his pocket and scribbled something on the cup.
Next he looked at me, and ordered, “Follow me”.
It was not an invitation or a suggestion but a clear order to follow him.
He got out of his seat and so did I. Was I about to join the mile high club? This was a daytime flight and everyone was awake. Some people did stare at us as we were walking down the aisle. Another thought creeped in, “I’m not clean!!”, “How can I have sex?”, but this was my only chance to have sex with a guy way out of league. I simply followed him.
He arrived at the washroom and looked back at me just mere few inches away. “Were we really going to do it?” My heart was racing.
He entered the door while looking back and entered the washroom and then quickly turned around and kept looking at me.
Am I to follow him inside?
But before I could even move a muscle in my body, he shut the door in face with an evil grin on his face.
“Was I to just wait outside?”
After 2-3 minutes the door unlocked and my heart dropped. He came out and didn’t even say a word just looked at me funny and brushed past me.
What was I supposed to do now?
I kept looking at him as he went back to his seat. His tight sculpted ass was a sight to behold. I was too mesmerised. At his seat he simply turned his head back and looked with a grin again.
I decided to enter the washroom.
There a surprise was waiting for me.
On the pot lid was a paper cup.
No, not a paper cup, but the paper cup he just drank water from a few minutes ago. I had not even noticed him bring it with him.
The same paper cup he had scribbled something with his pen.
my breathing and heartbeat got so faster.
I slowly picked it up on my hand to see it closely. It was filled three quarters with dark yellow fluid and with foam floating at the top.
I gagged
Then lifted the cup further to read what message had he left me.
”DON’T SWALLOW”
What? What does he mean by “don’t swallow”? Am I supposed to throw it and flush it? Or am I supposed to keep it in my mouth and not swallow? It was so obviously the later but I was not prepared for it. I had never done this before. I felt dizzy just thinking about it. I sat down on the toilet seat and rested my head on one hand while the other hand held what was very clearly going to decide my fate.
Is this a punishment? or a test? I wondered.
I wanted him badly. I knew that. He knew that. But am I willing to do this without even knowing that doing this would guarantee sex with me.
Most probably not. But his pee and spit that I hold in my hand also came out of his body. Heck the pee even comes out of his dick the same dick that I want inside me. What if I flush this and even loose a part of me that he willingly gave me, whether or not he decides to fuck me after. Maybe this was my only chance to get so close with his bodily discharge. His sweet nectar.
i looked at it and gulped in my mouth.
It tasted salty and a bit bitter. And the texture was very weird. I don’t have anything to compare it to describe the taste and texture of spit mixed with piss. It smelled strong. My eyes kept twitching. I wanted to spit it out and rinse my mouth badly. But I didn’t. I felt like puking. But what if he is really impressed by me that he rewards me with his dick. The reward was too big to pass upon. Eventually I was able to control the urge to either puke or swallow.
i looked at myself in mirror. I looked pathetic. Eyes and nose watering. Cheeks looked swollen because my mouth was filled with his “divine fluid”. I decided to spit out a little bit as to not look weird and not draw any attention. I also wiped my eyes, nose and lips.
i kept the paper cup in my pocket to keep it as a “souvenir”. It will serve as a reminder that I’m a cock loving whore.
i left the washroom a changed man. No, less than a man.
i made my way towards the seat, and as I passed my tormentor, he couldn’t even be bothered to look at me and he had also switched seats from the middle to the aisle.
Was he disgusted that I did it. I quietly sat down on my seat and kept looking at him for him to say something. Anything. Call me a fag. Tell me I did a good job. Tell me he wasn’t expecting me to do that. Tell me he was expecting me to do that. Anything.
But nothing.
i felt like a used whore. One that was so rag rucked that not even her tormentor would look at her.
Was he not expecting me to do it. Or does he think that I didn’t do it.
I slowly opened my mouth to give him a peek that I have completed what he asked me to do. But he didn’t even acknowledge it.
Should I spit it out now or swallow it?
I kept looking at him for his validation.
This was also maybe a part of his plan. I thought and decided to keep a part of him in my mouth.
But spiritually I was broken. No heartbreak or rejection could compare to what was I feeling now.
Some time later, the FA came with meal trays. “Veg or Non-Veg” she asked. He replied, “Non-veg”. The FA now turned towards me after handing him his meal. I shook my head in no. As I moved my head the contents inside swirled around vigorously making the concoction far far worse. It stung my inner cheek walls and the under the tongue. I wanted to spit but could only shut my eyes and press my lips even tighter. When I opened them he was looking at me with a blank face. Maybe he didn’t want me to read his mind.
i decided to keep his piss and spit in my mouth for the remainder of the flight. I again went back to staring outside the window.
He finished his meal and asked for a cup of water as the FA took away his tray. “Certainly” the FA responded. My heart raced again. Am I do this whole ordeal again. Do I want to? While his last bodily release was swirling in my mouth.
He simply drank the water this time and kept the cup in his hands. I was waiting for him to take out his pen and scribble again. But he didn’t.
The flight was coming to an end. The captain made the announcement that we will soon be landing and that we should now return to our seats and fasten our seatbelt.
He then handed me the cup.
“Spit”
I did.
”everything”
I did.
He wanted to see if it was really his “cocktail”.
”Swallow”
I did.
I felt kinda relieved. Happy that I had accomplished something. Hoping he would be proud of me. I wanted to rinse my mouth with water, but knew better that my tormentor wouldn’t like that, so I passed.
Not once did we loose eye contact.
It was very hot. I wanted to get down on my knees and simply unbuckle his pants and take what’s mine. After all I had earned that after enduring for so long. But I couldn’t. I simply kept looking at him.
The FA returned back to her jumpseat but our eye contact didn’t stop.
But our gazes were different. I wanted to worship him. On the other hand he looked at me like I am a rabid dog that needed to be tamed, to be domesticated. I couldn’t care less as long as I got to be with him.
i was about to ask him if he would like to catch after the flight. Predicting what was coming, he turned his face away. And gave me the cold shoulder again. But this time it was worse. He started flirting with the FA.
She also wanted him just like me. But was she willing to do what I just did. Maybe not. Maybe she doesn’t have to prove herself that she is deserving of his dick.
Then he said, “what are you doing after this? Maybe you come to my place later?”
The words cut deep. They were going to FUCK tonight.
This felt like betrayal. This felt like torture. Even more so than keeping his piss in my mouth for over an hour. I just wanted this to be over.
After we landed there was no goodbye. He left hurriedly maybe with his latest conquest.
When I reached home, I simply jumped on my bed, curled up a pillow and cried. Cried and cried for hours. I wanted to be her. I wanted him to use however he seemed fit. We had not even uttered a sentence to each other but I was already his. I kept licking the insides of mouth and lips in hopes of getting to taste him once again. The piss which tasted bitter a few hours ago now tasted sweeter than honey. I wanted more now.
After 2 days I finally unpacked my bags. As I opened the zip of my backpack I found a note.
”YOU FORGOT TO SAY “THANK YOU” AND BRING MY CUP BACK FAGGOT”
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