My night with a Speedo clad slave

Hi my name is Karl.  I am just an ordinary Aussie guy who is currently living in the UK as I am on secondment from my job in Brisbane and am now thrilled to be wearing a suit and tie every day working in the City of London.    I wanted to tell you about an encounter that I had recently with this guy who I met in a pub as it was one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to me.  For the first time I was able to be open and honest with a guy about what I really wanted.  

I am in my early 30s and I have had a reasonably good sex life up until now.   I am in good shape as I love to go swimming and I take care of myself.  The one thing that I have never done though is to shave down my chest.  I am proud of my hairy chest and a lot of guys have found it a turn on in the past.  When I look at myself in the mirror I can see the hair spreading out across my body and I sometimes think it looks like a tree growing up from my trunk and then spreading its branches across my pecs.    I don't have a six pack but I do have a furry flat stomach. 

Growing up as a swimmer I was never short of attention both inside and outside the pool.  I remember this one night when I was the last guy in the pool and I was just finishing off my lap count.  I had my trusty black Speedos on and I was enjoying just moving through the water and that feeling of liberation that brings.  I suddenly saw a movement out the corner of my eye and realised that someone was watching me.  I stopped and hauled myself out of the water to try and catch this peeping tom.  As soon as I was out of the water he appeared and started to take some pictures of me dripping wet in my Speedos.  I lunged at him to try and grab his camera but he was slightly quicker than me.  I started to call him out and he dropped the camera.   Suddenly he got me in a clinch and he started to kiss me and there was an urgency there that I quickly responded to.  He was soon down on his knees in front of me and the drawstrings of my Speedos were being undone.  His tongue started to explore what was inside them and I felt that wonderful warm wetness that always marked the start of a great blowjob.    It didn't take too long for me to shoot my load straight down his throat.    We met a few times after that and we always had a great time but something deep down told me that this was not what I wanted. 

I grew up knowing that I was gay.  I was lucky as my parents never had a problem with this.  They just loved me and wanted what was best for me.  My mates knew as well and some of them are no longer mates as they couldn't deal with it.  I have always been out at work and more generally and this has given me a confidence that guys seem to respond to.  I think that they regard me as the alpha in any situation and this has also helped me move up the ladder at work.  In my firm you have got to take charge if you are going to get on and my secondment to London was my reward for landing a big deal.  At heart though this is not who I am.  I have always dreamed of being dominated and someone else taking control of things.  I want to be told what to do and there are consequences if I don't do it right.  I have never found a guy I trusted enough to take on that role and so that part of me has been buried deep down.     

On the night in question I had just about recovered from my jet lag.  The flight was great and was really helped by a very attentive Qantas steward wanting to pass the time with me by joining the mile high club.  Needless to say he managed to persuade me and somewhere over the Indian Ocean he showed me the crew quarters and he sucked me off through my pyjamas until I blew my load and I slept very well for the rest of the flight.    I suppose it was the advantage of flying business class in the form of pyjamas and a more personal service from the crew!     I decided to explore what London had to offer.  I had heard about this pub reasonably near me and I decided to check it out.  It had been a long day and I had decided not to go home and get changed but just went in my normal work attire.  I had on my normal "uniform" of a white slim fit shirt and my navy blue suit.  I took my tie off and undid my top button as I was going in.  I was only planning to stay for one drink and then head off home.  

As I walked in I started to check things out.  There was a large bar and it was quite busy.  I bought myself a cold beer to remind me of home and stood at the bar.  There was the usual crowd of guys there all trying to show off in one way or another.  They all looked slightly too casual and a lot of them were trying to catch my eye without being too obvious about it.   As I looked round there was this slightly older guy in the corner who wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around him.  He had a slightly faraway look that said he was preoccupied by something and I decided to go and sit at his table.  I don't know why but I thought that he looked more interesting than the others who were checking me out.   I went over and asked if I could sit at his table.  He said yes but wasn't really in the room.  I must have interrupted his chain of thought as he was suddenly back in the room and he started to smile quite shyly at me.  He then jumped up and said that he needed to get another drink even though he had nearly a full glass of wine beside him.  I also couldn't help but notice that he seemed quite excited as I could definitely see the start of a very interesting hard on forming in his pants!  He quickly came back and we just started to talk as if we had known each other for a long time.  He introduced himself as Ben and I told him that I was Karl.     

As time went by it seemed as if we were the only people in the bar.  I wanted to go home with this guy but I wanted more.  I could see that he was a genuinely nice guy and one that I felt that I could trust.   I needed time to think and so decided that I had to go.  I invented an excuse and asked to borrow his phone.  I quickly got his number from it and made my excuses and left.   I made a bit of a show about walking away and watched as he went in the opposite direction.  Once he had turned a corner I rushed and kept him in sight as I followed him home.    What he had told me about his home checked out and I went and found a nearby pub to have another drink and a think.  After about an hour I had made up my mind and I called him.  When he answered I couldn't speak for a few moments.  I was about to reveal my innermost secret to a relative stranger and ask him if he would help me act out a long-held fantasy.  I eventually found the courage to speak and told him that this was Karl.  Ben listened to me and allowed me to speak as I revealed some of my vulnerability.  After I had finished he said that he would be honoured to help and arranged to meet up around the corner from his house.   I made sure not to tell him that I knew where that was as I didn't think he might respond well to the whole stalker vibe going on!

It was a long wait but Ben turned up and he looked so happy to see me that I knew that I had made the right choice.  Before the fantasy could begin we talked about what we both wanted and what our boundaries were.  He then started to smile and said that he had something for me to wear.  He handed over a pair of Speedos that felt a bit strange.  I quickly realised that they were damp and he explained that he just filled them with cum whilst thinking about me.   That was so hot I started to grin.  I wanted this guy to take control over me.  He then handed me a rubber vest and told me to put this outfit on right now in the street.  I was a bit concerned that someone would come by but that added to the excitement.  I started to strip and Ben averted his eyes as I did this.  I put on the damp Speedos and could see that there were cum marks across the front as well as the inside being moist.   They were also a bit more low cut than I was used to and my pubes and tan line were definitely on display.  My balls were also a little bit on the snug side in them but they felt incredible.  I struggled to get into the vest but got there in the end.  I put my clothes into a bag that Ben had provided and he gave me instructions to be at his front door in ten minutes exactly or there would be consequences.  That got me hard.  I thought that the bag could be used to hide my hard on in the Speedos but no such luck as Ben said goodbye and took it with him.    I was facing the prospect of walking through the streets of London visibly excited in swimwear and a rubber vest.  The feeling of being out of control had started and I both loved it and hated it.  I saw some people coming along the street and decided that offence was the best form of defence and simply said G'Day as I walked past them and kept on walking.  I quickened my pace and turned the corner before they could really take it all in.     

I reached Ben's front door and with shaking hands knocked as instructed.    After an eternity the door slowly opened.  Ben had changed since I saw him ten minutes earlier.  He seemed to be more confident and he was definitely in charge.  He had also put on a new outfit.  He had a matching rubber vest which showed off his curves well.  He also had a pair of cycling shorts on which revealed his bulge nicely as well as a pair of leather chaps which framed his lovely arse well.   He told me to come in and he shut the door.  I didn't know what was going to happen next but I was very excited to find out.  

To be continued.