It had been a long time and the craving never really went away. It didn’t matter what he did, how often he shagged his Mrs and how much he told himself he’d never do it again… Jay new what he was starting as he typed out the first message. “Hello Sir” it said. He’d downloaded and deleted Grindr a few times in the last few weeks. He’d download it in the car on the way to the gym, checked it a couple of times while working out, hoping one of the other hot guys in the gym would secretly be on there. They never were, he’d delete it again before he got home.
This time was different. He always went to the gym about the same time, he’d do his weights routine, run for a bit then shower before he went home. He liked to keep fit and he was proud of his hot body. Toned more than muscular but enough that he knew he looked good with his clothes off. He’d been horny in work all day, it had started on his way into the office, just as he was about to go in he bumped into a young delivery driver, physically bumped into him. “Watch where you’re fucking going faggot!” the guy spat at Jay. Jay took a second to respond and by the time he looked up the guy had walked off. When he got to his office he couldn’t get that voice out of his head, it would go round and round, the hot young chavy driver calling him a faggot. And everytime he heard it again his cock would swell filling his tight boxer briefs and making an obvious bulge in his suit trousers.
It was a just a torso pic. The top of some Calvin Kliens showing over a pair of grey trackies. A trail of dark brown hair ran into the top of the boxers. The stomach was toned but not ripped. His pecs were big, this guy was built. The promo title just said “DOM”. When Jay opened it it read;
“Dom top looking for a desperate faggot to ruin”
He didn’t really know what it might mean but it intrigued him. It got him hard. He was feeling risky and a told himself he wouldn’t go through with anything. Jay liked to gamble so he pulled out a coin. Heads, he messaged him; Tails he deleted the app. If Jay was honest while the coin was in the air he really hoped it landed on heads. As the queens head looked up from his hand his cock twitched and he started typing.
Things started off simply. The first few messages were the usual “Hello, Sir” “How are you?” And “What you into?”. And that’s where things started to go downhill. He was to call him Master and not Sir. And what he was into was humiliation, degradation and exposure. Jay was not outwardly submissive, in his professional life he was in charge, respected and straight. In his personal life he was a husband a dad and a man. Privately he was a faggot, he had these urges to suck the dick of alpha men. He mostly fantasised about the big guys in the gym. The ones that liked to show off. The ones who would walk around the changing rooms chatting with their huge shoulders and big dicks swinging between their legs daring someone to stare too long. Jay would always try and catch a glimpse to save for later when he would secretly fantasise that he was on his knees in front of those guys begging to be allowed to worship them.
He’d only given in to these cravings a few times before in the past. The first time he’d been in some public toilets when he saw a glory hole. He stayed there for 15 minutes before he heard someone cough on the other side. He coughed back and soon was at his knees sucking off a young chavs cock through a hole in a toilet wall. Jay was a good looking, powerful, gym fit exec in a suit. And he was on his knees, in a public toilet, sucking the cock of an anonymous tracksuit wearing chav. And it felt right. The memory of that day kept him in shameful wanks for months before he gave in to the urge again and downloaded Grindr.
Once he’d even met a guy in his gym. He was in town on business and had a day pass. Jay had noticed him working out and when he did his usual scan of Grindr he was shocked to see him there. A few minutes later and Jay is on his knees around the back of the gym. The hot business man’s cock choking him. The guy was posh as fuck and kept calling Jay a little cock sucker. And where Jay would normally punch a poncy posh twat for saying something like that, he wanted to hear it over and over again. He was so hard he got his own cock out and started wanking it as he sucked this guys cock. Jay desperately wanted this guys load down his throat but as the guy got close he pulled his cock out of Jay’s mouth. He started wanking it into jays face. “Beg me for my load you horny little poof!” And Jay did. “Please Sir” he said. “Please. I need your load, please Sir”. And it was at that moment, mid sentence, begging this posh middle aged guy for him cum that Jay started to shoot his own load. The guy noticed and laughed just as his own thick hot load came gushing out of his cock and covered Jay’s face. Thick ropes of it. Jay was spent, humiliated, covered in spunk on his knees behind a gym. The posh guy put his dick away and walked off without looking back.
The horniness and the shame kept Jay away from cock for a while. He’d been on the straight and narrow for some time. But something about the way that chavy delivery driver had called him a faggot just flipped that switch in his brain.
“I think I want that Master” Jay typed back. The Dom replied with “tell me what you think you want faggot and we will work out a way for you to serve”.
Jay thought for a while, what was it he wanted? When he fantasised about these guys in the gym, guys like this “Master” he imagined losing control to them. Being forced to do things he didn’t want to, he imagined being pushed to his knees and used, he wanted them to take pictures of him, to share them around so others knew he was there to be used, he like the idea of losing control, he’d even fantasised about his photos being used to blackmail him into pushing his limits. He couldn’t think of how to word all of this to the guy. While he was trying to compose it a message came though “I’m getting bored of waiting for you fag, you need to be more attentive to your Master or things won’t go your way”. Jay apologised. The next message was a list of questions with and instruction to answer “yes”, “no” “maybe” to each.
Cock sucking? Yes
Foot worship? Jay surprised himself with how quickly he answered yes
Arse worship? He hesitated and answered maybe.
Getting fucked? No. He’d never done it and even if he’d secretly thought about it he had never been that far.
Photos and videos? Yes, he loved showing off his hard work at the gym. Probably no face though.
Pain? No
Humiliation? Fuck yes please Sir!
Exposure? Maybe. It turned him on but he’d never done it.
Findom? No. He actually felt any kind of money exchange cheapened the whole experience
Blackmail? Maybe, Jay wasn’t sure what this meant. What would be the blackmail, what would he be made to do. But it intrigued him.
After Jay answered he got a massage in return. “Well done fag. You’ve kept my interest. I’d be willing to take control of you. Is that something you’d like?” This was followed by a picture, taken looking down a set of rippled abs. Followed down a treasure trail of belly hair to disappear into a tight pair of navy blue Calvin’s with a contrast waist band. There was an imprint of a hard dick in them, it was thick and Jay could see veins running up it. His mouth watered and he swallowed. In that moment he was absolutely ready to serve.
“Yes Master” he replied. It was like he’d been hypnotised. He was in a trance and all he could think about was doing whatever it took to be allowed to suck that cock.
The reply came through quickly. “Prove it. You have five minutes. I want a picture. You will be fully naked. On your knees. Hands behind your head. Submit to me fag!”
Jay was in his car. He felt a moments hesitation, an urge to stop, delete it all, and then he heard that chavs voice again calling him a faggot, and he scrolled up to that picture of the thick cock pushing against the CK briefs. He grabbed his car keys, adjusted his bulge so his own cock was tucked into the waist band of his suit trousers, pressed up against his belt buckle, and all but ran across the car park to the gym. Swiping through the door he rushed to the changing room. Momentarily distracted by a 40 something year old guy, standing in the open changing area, massive hairy chest on display, and big heavy balls just casually swinging free. He rushed into a cubicle and bolted the door. 3 minutes left.
He pulled off his jacket, unbuttoning his expensive white shirt, it sat tight across his shoulders and he shrugged out of it. Starting to feel the time pressure he pulled his white vest over his head. Fumbling at his belt buckle as he kicked his shoes off. Sitting down on the bench he pulled off his black dress socks, then pulled his trousers down, pulling from the bottom to release the tailored legs down over his muscled calves. There he stood, dick rock hard in his fitted boxer briefs. A small wet patch forming around the head of his cock as he pumped precum.
One minute of time left. He set his phone up, camera ready, ten second timer on. He propped it against his shoes. Adrenaline pumping, he assumed the pose. Checking how he looked, realising he really wanted to impress. His shoulders and stomach looked good, his thick thighs were shown off well by the pose. Suddenly realising the time he stood up, shrugged out of his boxers, his hard cock bouncing up and hitting his flat belly. A drop of pre cum landing in the fine hairs that ran over his lower abdomen. He got down on his knees again. Hit the button on the phone camera, put his hands behind his back and waited a few seconds before the sound of the shutter went off.
“Shit” he thought. Should have put it on silent. Thinking about the muscle daddy in the changing rooms hearing it. Slightly panicked now he opened Grindr, and without hesitation he sent the full frontal face and cock pic to his new Master.
As soon as he sent it he was overcome with a sense of shame and guilt. Even a bit of panic. What was he doing, sending pictures to strangers, with his face in them! But his erection didn’t soften by even a fraction. And that fear was enough of a turn on that he pumped out another bead of glistening precum.
It was a nervous minute or two while he waited for a response, he didn’t know why but he stayed on his knees, cock proudly sticking out in front of him. The reply came “well done fag. You passed the test” was the first message and Jay’s cock bounced with nervous excitement. “This picture is my insurance, it will make sure you do as you are ordered, otherwise it may just find its way into the public”. Jay swallowed as he read this, his mouth suddenly dry, a wave of fear almost as strong as the sudden overwhelming urge he had to wank his cock until he came. Awkwardly wanking his thick cock with his left hand he typed back a reply confirming his agreement and sent it.
“Now we’re going to have some fun, aren’t we Jay?” Came the reply. As he typed “Yes Master!” His hand stopped rubbing his shaft for a second, his brain paused, he hit the back button on his phone scrolled back through the conversation, checked his profile. He was right, he had never told this guy his name. His cock started to shoot ropes of cum. It twitched with each burst, the first spurt hitting the cubicle door. He let out a moan.
Oh. Oh fuck.
Oh what had he done!
