I finished my nightshift and drove home bleary eyed. One of those drives where you don’t remember most of the journey and must have been on autopilot the whole way.
I was 32, been working night shifts in the factory for a few years so was mostly used to the routine. I’d drive home, tired and horny, semi all ten miles while I thought about my wank before sleep.
I got in the door, kicked off my shoes and staggered to the stairs to bed. I stopped for a long piss first, shaking off the last few drops got me half hard again. I dropped my trousers there on the bathroom floor and pulled my shirt off as I walked into my room.
I’m not bad looking, dark hair and eyes, short stubble on my face and a little bit of hair on my chest that I keep trimmed. A bit of hair runs down my fairly flat belly into the top of my white Calvin Klein boxers. I work out a few times a week so I’m in ok shape. Not muscled, just toned. More like a swimmer than a weightlifter. The outline of my hard cock is pressed against the white fabric. I start rubbing it before I even get into bed.
I grab my phone, open a private browser and load up some porn. I’m knackered but I’m stroking; my hard dick throbbing in my hand. I don’t want to be long so I pull up a classic. Something I know will get me off fast. It’s a guy getting tied up and used by a couple of leather daddy type doms. Set in a castle, you know the one. It’s fucking hot and usually has my 6 inch cock spurting in seconds.
But this morning it’s not meant to be, the video is hot and my dick is hard but I’m just too tired. My eyes start to close and I fall asleep; dick in hand, boxers around my thighs, phone playing porn to the dark bedroom.
Some time later I’m jerked from my sleep. BANG BANG BANG! Ring-ring! Someone’s banging on the front door and ringing the bell. The post man knows I work nights and usually just leaves parcels on the step so it can’t be him, and with that insistent banging it could be an emergency.
My head still a bit fuzzy, and my dick seems to still be rock hard, I jump out of bed. Pulling up my boxers I tuck my dick away. Catching the bellend under the elastic waist band. I rush downstairs, still a little confused from sleep and see a red and black shape through the frosted glass door. “For fucks sake!” I think to myself. The postman knows I’m usually asleep.
A little pissed off now I unlock the door and pull it open expecting my usual postman. But as I swing open the door it’s not the usual older guy. It’s a younger guy, he looks early 20s, slim, blond, in postman shorts with defined legs. His red polo shirt was well fitted and with the collar just slightly turned up. He’s not wearing usual postman boots but a pair of Nike air max with white sports socks. It’s a chavy look, and it suits him.
“Sorry, Mate! Bad time?” He says. I realise that I’d opened the door a little wider than intended and I’m standing there in full view, half hard in my boxers. I blush and cover my crotch with my hands. He laughs, it’s a cocky laugh, and it lights his face up, he’s actually really hot!
“Don’t worry, Mate. I’ve seen worse” he says as he looks me up and down. There’s no subtly to it, I can feel him assessing me. I flush with embarrassment again.
“That’s yours” he points at the parcel on the floor on the door mat.
Its a bit too big to pick up one handed so I nod and say “thanks” expecting him to turn away. But he doesn’t. A few seconds pass and for some reason this cocky guy looking me over is making me hornier. My body is responding to the situation and I’m getting fully hard again behind my hands.
“You going to pick it up then?” He says with a smirk. It’s not just cocky this time. There’s a hint of firmness, it’s not quite a command but it’s a question that expects an answer.
“Uh…yuh yeah”. I stammer suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable, but still really horny.
I lean down and keep one hand trying to hide my hard cock the other reaches down for the parcel.
“Both hands” he says, there’s still that cocky smile but his tone is firmer, this time it’s definitely a command.
I look up towards him, I’m bending over so my eyes are level with the crotch of his shorts. There’s a noticeable bulge and as I look his hand reaches down and give his bulge a very quick rub. His tone, his expectation that I do as he says, the cocky way he’s smirking at me as his hand gently rubs his bulge, daring me to defy him. Maybe falling asleep while watching kinky porns brainwashed me. Whatever it is though something clicks in my mind and I just start following his orders.
I reach down my second hand, letting my hard-on stand proud in my white boxers. I stand straight with the parcel in front of me but I make no effort to hide my erection. I bring my eyes up to meet his. His cheeky smile has been replaced with something more cunning. I meet his eyes for a second and then drop my gaze. I haven’t just fantasised about it, I’ve done this before, I’ve been with dominant guys and I know my place,
“Good boy” he says, and I flush again, humiliated. But, my dick twitches at his compliment and I see him notice. His smirk returns. He points at the stairs behind me. “Put it down and get on your knees like a good boy” I can believe this is happening. I turn and put the parcel down. I hesitate for a second, I look back at him, at least ten years younger than me, blond hair, lighter build but obviously more defined than me, chavy, cocky and so fucking hot. I bet he was a football lad in school. A wave of fear mixed with anticipation makes me drop to my knees.
He steps in to the hallway and closes the front door. “Next time, you say “yes sir”” he told me. He’s standing close, the fabric of his shorts almost touches my face, I can smell his aftershave. His hands hold my face, and his trainers gently press my knees apart to expose my bulge. “You want this, don’t you boy” he says as he guides my face forwards, firmly, and rubs my nose and mouth against the hard lump in his shorts.
“Yes, Sir.” I breathe.
“Louder, fag. Make me believe you” his casual use of the word fag make me twitch again, and moan, this time followed by a little precum that starts to leave a wet patch on my boxers. “Oh… you like that do you? You want to be my faggot. You want to suck my straight cock and please me do you, fag?”
He presses my closed mouth against his hard cock through the fabric, I can feel it solid under the fabric. He pulls my chin away and undoes the zip, there’s a glimpse of black fabric through the fly and then he pulls me back in closely, shoving my nose into his bulge. “Sniff it. Smell my balls” he commands. And I take a big deep breath in through my nose. It’s a clean, masculine sweaty smell. He’s obviously showered today but then he’s been out on his rounds. Fresh man sweat. It’s intoxicating and I moan loudly. I open my mouth and start kissing and licking his shorts and what I can get to of his boxers.
His foot taps my balls. Not hard enough to wind me, but it is firm enough that I take notice.
“Calm down fag. You’ll get it when I’m ready not before” my hands automatically reach for my balls and he pulls my head back by my hair.
“Keep your hands behind your back!” He commands as he nudges my legs open again with his Nikes.
He steps back. He looks me up and down. I’m kneeling in front of him on my hardwood hallway floor. I’m stripped to my boxers, my knees wide and my hard cock leaking precum giving away how turned on I am. He rubs at his bulge again and says “you aren’t ready for this yet, you need to earn it. Prove to me you want it!”
At this point I’m desperate for it and thinking he means to make me beg him I start pleading. “Please sir, please let me suck you, let me taste your cock sir, let me please you”. He just smiles. He steps a foot forward and nods towards them. “Grovel.” He tells me “get your pathetic head down there and kiss my trainers”. And I do. I start to kiss them gently, dryly, my mouth closed. Placing my lips on them and making kissing noises. He snorts with laughter. “Properly.” He warns me. I open my mouth and start to kiss them in earnest. My tongue caressing the leather. He lifts his toes, the sole of the shoe comes up. “Go on fag, do it, lick the soles of my trainers and I’ll let you at my dick. Do it, show me how pathetic you are for me!”
His right hand is grabbing at his bulge, his phone held in his left. I feel powerless to resist his orders. My tongue stretches out and runs up the rubber, it tastes like dirt and stone and humiliation. And I look up at his face and at that exact moment he holds his phone out and clicks the side button to take a picture. He laughs at me and the look of shock on my face. “Get back to work fag. You’re doing a good job. Show me how much you want this!” He says grabbing his obscene bulge.
And once again I lower my head, extend my tongue and start to lick. I hear him make a noise of disgust, but the next thing I hear is the click of his belt buckle. Then I feel his shorts drop down onto his trainers. “Come and get it then faggot.” He says. And I look up, he’s still got his boxers on they are black Calvin Klein, the dark material is stretched out over his hard cock, it’s thick, much thicker than mine, a bit longer than average but not massive. Through the material I can see a few proud veins and a flare where the bellend sits.
Involuntarily I lick my lips, I swallow and I whisper “thank you sir” as I inch my head forward and up and I place a soft gentle kiss at the base where it meets his balls. I take in a deep breath through my nose and drink in the masculine smell of him. And it’s too much, I can’t help myself, I can’t hold back and I begin to open mouth kiss and lick and suck at his cock through the fabric. I’m frantic. Desperate. “Oh fuck…this is going to be good!” I hear him moan.
One hand grabs me by my hair and pulls me off his bulge. The other runs down his chest and belly to tug at his waist band, he pulls the boxers down onto his thighs. That thick cock springs forward a glisten of precum on the wide mushroom head. He’s uncut, but hard enough the whole cock head is exposed. His fair pubes are trimmed short and his deep pink smooth bellend flares nicely. His hand on my head pushes me forward and I open my mouth. I reach my tongue out first. Reaching for that shine of precum. Before I can stop to taste it his hand forces me forward. That thick mushroom head fills my mouth before it hits the back of my throat. It’s wide and hard and I gag a little bit. Through gritted teeth he growls “fuck yeah! I love it when they struggle”
He holds the back of my head and thrusts his cock forward. I make a heaving noise as he open my throat forcefully. I cough up a string of throat slime. “That’s right, get sloppy for me fag” he growls. He starts to make small thrusting movements, each one working his thick cock further down my throat. “You’re going to open up and take all of me, aren’t you fag” I moan and try to nod. “You’ll take me all and milk a nice fat load from these straight balls, won’t you?” He asks. I nod and moan again. It’s more of a whimper of surrender. My own dick is like steel, the precum is pumping out.
His thrusts are lengthening now, further out before slamming back in again. I heave again and bring up more thick strings of saliva. I can feel how much it turns him on. I feel his cock swell in my mouth as the clear fluid drips from my chin. His thrusts speed up, he’s fucking my throat aggressively. Grunting and dirty talking, calling me names and telling me I’m a cumdump and a slut. Mashing his pubes into my face, holding the base of his cock against my lips as I heave again and again. Each heave turning him on more.
He pulls all of the way out of me, I cough a bit as he slides out. He holds my head to the side and tilts it back, slapping my face with his wet dick. “Wow fag, you’re a real cock sucker. You’re doing well. But you caught me with your teeth just then. You get one warning fag and this is it. I feel those teeth again and your going to feel my trainers against those sad little balls. Got it?”
I nod. “No faggot. Don’t nod. Tell me!”
I stutter but manage to say “if you feel teeth again you’ll kick me in the balls, Sir” he smiles. It’s a cruel smile. It’s a horny cruel smile.
“Now fag, I think we need a little kick so you know what you’re avoiding…” the cruelty is dripping from his voice. I’m almost as scared as I am turned on.
“No Sir, please don’t, please don’t kick me.” I beg pathetically. His trainer is slowly and gently rubbing my boxers.
“You’re so hard for it fag. I can tell you want it. You need it!” He smirks as I gasp at his foot pressing against my erection. “Ask me for it. Beg for it and I’ll let you get back to working my cock.” He grins again at my nervous face. “Hands behind your head, knees apart and look at me when you beg for it.”
I follow his orders. My hands go up, my fingers laced behind my head. My knees part leaving my balls vulnerable. I look at him, this gorgeous, cruel, dominant man. I open my mouth and say “please, Sir. Please k, kick me in my b, balls”. He doesn’t hesitate. His foot swings back and forward again and hits me right between the legs hard. I get that burst of pain in my abdomen and I move to collapse forwards. His hand catches my hair redirecting my fall forward he drags my mouth back to his cock and starts to throat fuck me again.
“Fuck yea! Take it fag, choke on it” he’s thrusting brutally, my eyes are steaming from the pain and from gagging. My balls ache but I’m still hard. “You’re going to make me cum fag! I’m going to shoot my load right down your throat! Fuck yeah” he’s manic. Thrusting frantically and then with a last deep thrust he slams into me. His pubes mashed against my nose, he holds there grunting and thrusting as I feel him empty his balls straight into my stomach. He holds me there for a second as he stills. Then pulls out, the last few drops of his cum leave a salty taste on my tongue.
He slips from my mouth with a wet pop. “Fuck you’re a mess faggot. We really need to clean you up.” He says. His fingers still holding my head by my hair he steps passed me. Dragging me along behind him he opens the door to the downstairs bathroom. He steps inside and I have no choice but to crawl along behind him. It’s a small room; just a sink and a toilet. I panic as instead of leading me to the sink he drags me towards the toilet. “No, no!” I beg and he laughs. “Oh yes!” He days with a sneer. “This is where the fags get to wash up” he lifts the toilet seat and I start to panic and squirm.
His right hand is holding me by my hair, inching me forwards. His left reaches down and grabs the back of my boxers, yanking them up hard. The fabric crushing my balls as it drags them back. I make a noise somewhere between a moan and cry. For a second I stop fighting to try and reach down for my balls. And that’s the moment he shoves my head in the toilet bowl.
The porcelain is cold. There’s a faint smell of piss. His foot lands on the back of my head. Pushing me down into my humiliation. “Please, Sir!” I beg. My voice sounds funny, echoey in the bowl. And then I hear the handle. The gush of water comes quickly, forcefully swirling around my head. Filling my nose. I close my mouth and my eyes. I feel it drain away and he pulls my head up. I’m spluttering and dripping with water.
He’s laughing at me. I’m dripping wet and I hang my head in shame. I look down. And that’s when I realise. The ultimate humiliation. My boxers are dripping cum. I hear another click and I look up to see him with his phone out again. Documenting my shame.I don’t even know when I came. Was it while he shot down my throat, was it the force of the wedgie or the humiliation of the swirly. Either way, this dom and made me cum hands-free.
I’m kneeling, humiliated and spent. He dresses, tucking his cock back away. He walks out of the bathroom leaving the door open, pulls my front door potentially exposing me and turns back and says “I hope Chris is still off sick tomorrow. I’m going to enjoy doing his round!” And he walks out without looking back.
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