College Crush Dominates Me

I awoke the next morning. I felt quite disorientated, but since I was face flat sleeping on my tummy, I realised I must have fell flat from the night before, and passed out. It was almost sunrise, as the sky was turning into a mesmerising magenta. I turned my head and saw Ryan sleeping. He was so peaceful, and quiet. I was suddenly made aware that my rectum needed to expel his load, and so quickly rose and used the loo. His semen came gushing out, followed by more semen, and more. I suddenly became aware that Ryan was awake, and standing before me. He looked colossal standing before me as I sat. His eyes were sleepy and he yawned and stretched, and I could smell his musky scent from where I sat, and I shivered. He walked towards me and without saying a word, grabbed his soft large phallus and leaned against the wall behind me, he looked down and touched the tip of his phallus to my mouth. I instinctively opened, and a gush of bitter-sweet warm piss splashed over my tongue.

At first I backed off him and gulped it down, tasting my own tongue. I somehow loved the savoury smooth taste, and put my lips back onto his cock. He pissed into my mouth and the stream filled my mouth, and I gulped down as fast as possible his bitter-sweet piss. I was about to pull away, as the scent intoxicated me, and I had never done this before. I cock strained against it cage, with the realisation that I was drinking Ryan’s piss. Just then, he pulled out, wiggled it against my lips, and a few drops landed on me. I turned on the shower, and pulled me off the toilet seat, and placed me beneath the Luke warm water. I gargled and rinsed my mouth, while Ryan soaped up his hands, and began washing my body. He started at my feet, and made his way up my legs, over my buttocks, and onto my abdomen, which was now slightly bulging from the huge amount of liquid I had just swallowed. He grabbed my pecs and squeezed them sensually, washed my armpits, arms, and then my neck. He lathered shampoo onto his hands and washed my hair, and then rinsed it.

He then turned made me sit on the seat in the shower, and washed his own body. It was spectacular to watch, as if the water drooled over his body, or bounced off it in ecstasy. He made shore I was in full sight of him, and his cock dangled in my face, now slapping his thighs, now in repose between his thick legs. He turned off the shower, and grabbed a towel, he dried me off from head to toe and then dried himself off with the same towel. Taking a deep breath when he got to his face. He motioned me to exit the shower, and as I did, he smacked my ass. I walked to the bed and looked for my clothes, yet it was gone. Instead, there was a white shirt and shorts set out for me, in my size. I put it own, knowing that he had gotten it for me. I heard him brushing his teeth, and when he came out, sat on the bed naked. He looked into my eyes, and I sat on his lap. He held me close and sighed…

“Coffee?” He asked. It was the first word he said said to me, and it hit deeply, and comfortingly. “Yes.” I said, now lifting off him, and walking towards the couch. “My Clothes?” I asked, wondering where he had put them. He half smiled, and lifted his jocks he had used the night before and brought it to me. “I’m keeping them. I know I will miss your scent, so I am keeping them to comfort me.” He spoke softly, The very thought of this silenced me, as he continued, “Keep these, and think of me.” So I kept it. He brought me coffee and told me that he would be flying to Spain tomorrow morning, and that he will be gone a week. “I’m sure you will be quite comfortable with your new situation,” he smiled, pointing at my crotch. I offered me a cigarette, and I decided to check my phone. I saw three missed calls from my agent, and a message reading “Read your emails!” So I read that I was requested to cast for a new movie that will be shot in India, and that the casting was in an hour. I told Ryan and dashed out, got into an Uber, and only then realised that I had not even given him a kiss goodbye.

I got the role, and two days later I flew to India. The cage was unbearably tight, especially at night, and between that and the excitement, I was kept awake. I wanted to message Ryan, but I knew it would not have helped, considering he was in Spain. So, I tried to open it, pull it off, and even pick it. But nothing helped. I even swam in a cold pool, lathered my balls in lotion, and tried pulling it off, but it felt as if my entire scrotum would have to come off first. So I decided to just live with it until I was back with Him.

I shot the movie, and though I struggled to sleep, it gave me time to perfectly deliver my lines. The director and producer gave me standing ovation, and the cast could not get enough of my company. I went to bed exhausted for a month from the work. Grateful for all that I had been given. It was 4 weeks now, and my penis was shrivelled into the cage, and it became almost comforting that I could no longer get any boners. It made me focus on my work. When I had awoken the day after the shoot was complete, I had a message from Ryan. I immediately opened it. “It’s my birthday tomorrow, don’t forget.” I didn’t respond, but leaped from bed and went shopping to buy him 4 pairs of sexy white underwear, and a tight fitting shirt. My heart was pounding, and I was planning my birthday message, or phone call to him. I had not seen him in over a month. I slept two hours that night, and at 4am, a knock landed at my door. I was sure it was my director telling me we had to reshoot, or that they had lost my footage. So I answered, wearing my robe.

It was Ryan, he smiled at me, my heart sank. I wanted to leap onto him, but before I could, he walked in, towering over me, and locked the door. He lifted me up against the wall, undid his pants, pulled down his jocks, and pushed his throbbing cock into me bare, with no lube. I went limp, and allowed him to enter me. He fucked against the wall, and grunted and moaned, and within a minute, I felt warm liquid fill me up. I came through my cage, and the cum leaked onto his shirt. He kissed me passionately, still inside me, he was still hard. He walked to the bed, and laid me down, he undid my robe, and started to kiss my nipples and fondle my body. He grabbed my feet and began fucking me hard again, deep, and insatiably. I lay there in heaven and ecstasy. He pushed deep inside my gaping hole, and shot another load, crunching his brows and panting. He then kissed my legs, and stood up to get a water from the fridge. “I’ve missed you,” he said, standing there with a glistening semi-flaccid cock, muscular frame, and scent from the flight.
He held me in his arms and we fell asleep. The next morning I awoke and found that he was not in bed with me. I texted him, “where are you?” “Breakfast.” He responded. So I showered, got dressed, and went down. He was sitting with my director, and when they saw me, both rose. “There’s my superstar.” Said the director. “If I had known your husband was so handsome, we would make him an actor as well.” He continued. “My husband?” I looked at him with a

questioning smile. We had breakfast and Ryan told me to pack my bags, and that we were leaving today for Home. I obeyed and went up to pack my suitcase. He was now in the room, and his gift on the table. I took it and handed it to him, “Happy Birthday.” He hugged me and caressed my hair, and kissed my forehead. “Thank You.” He said, opening the gift. He smiled and said, “Are these for me or you?” I giggled, “For us both…” We got into an Uber to the airport, and was checked into first class. We got onto the plane and he held my hand. “We’re going to Spain.” He said. I put my head back and fell asleep.

I awoke and we had just landed. We drove to a magnificent countryside manor, made of glass and steel. It overlooked the ocean from a great cliff, and was surrounded by lush gardens. “This is our new home, I hope you like it.” I got out and stared at the house, in awe of the creation. It was perfect, and the epitome of beauty. Two men came out to collect our bags, and we went inside, and upstairs to our bedroom. It was spectacular, grand, and overlooked the ocean from a glass wall. He took off his clothes, and got into the shower. I was having a cigarette when he came out and asked me, “Do you trust me?” I said Yes, undoubtedly. He took my left hand and slid a diamond ring onto it. “Then you are mine, and I am yours.” He unlocked my cage and yanked it off. My flaccid penis was now so shrunken that it stayed the same size. I felt an immense rush of freedom, yet missed the feeling and weight of the cage.

To be continued...