I lived out in the DC suburbs enjoying gay men's porn stories from various monthly publications. Although I was not really into hardcore porn, I did have a strong interest in spanking and paddling. I decided that an ad in the gay paper, The Washington Blade, was the way to go as I was unable, in my area, to really hook up with guys having my fetish. Several guys got back to me but the one that really grabbed my attention was from a Don in NW DC. We agreed to meet at his apartment there in a very gay/nice neighborhood not too far from DuPont Circle. We chose a Saturday evening.
I arrived on time pleased to find easy parking inside his gated lot. One sort of entered the red brick building from the back. The structure was only 2 or 3 stories tall - a walk-up. Don was on the second floor with large, double hung windows facing a narrow road with higher apartments on the opposite side from his. People walked past his place on the dimly lit sidewalk heading to restaurants and bars over on the main avenue.
I knocked and very quickly Don appeared. Nice looking maybe a bit bearish but in dress slacks, button down shirt, tie and expensive, dress shoes. I was kind of shocked as I was clad in a deeply cut, skimpy, string tank top, jeans and sneakers.
Don invited me in asking me to remove my shoes which I gladly did.
Beautiful hardwood floors and expensive area rugs adorned the apartment. Immaculate.
He offered me a beer, and he motioned for me to go to this large, red leather, very comfortable looking chair in the living room. The apartment was pitch dark except for this extremely bright floor lamp over in front of an enormous, open, curtain less, window facing the dark street. As I said, there were numerous apartments right across this narrow street some lighted with people walking around inside but most dark being a Saturday night in DC. People were out and about walking right under the open window.
Don and I sipped our beers and made some small talk, and he joined me in front of the window taking in the night air. He pressed up behind me and whispered in my ear, "Strip Blondie". I quickly sensed that he was totally in charge and I was his toy for the night. I started to pull off my tank top, but he shook his head no and started to slowly unbutton and pull down my jeans revealing my International Male, fine mesh, delicate pink underwear. My hairless 3-inch woody was already rock hard with the head firmly pressed into the soft, somewhat transparent fabric. He meticulously folded up my jeans and placed them on another chair before returning and staring at my body.
My frequently suction cupped pink nipples jutted out beyond the soft, baby blue, cotton fabric and Don reached out and fondled them, smiling with delight, gently tugging on my tiny, silver nipple rings. He slowly lifted the loose material exposing my boyish smooth, flawless skin, somewhat chubby belly caressing it as he alternated back to milking my protruding utters like I was a prize milk cow. My pale organs responded nicely remembering their suction cups training of late. Don was fixated on my plump, but muscular pecs, okay, nursers at this point, nicely poised for attention. I was rightfully proud of my meaty pair and how they caught guys' attention as they jutted out from that string tank top.
"Remove your panties Boi and hand them to me". I complied as Larry continued to stare at me his dress slacks covered crotch BULGING with delight. I was trying to picture his organ and reached over only to have my hand smacked, and a stern negative expression appear on his face. I was to follow orders at all times. I tried to apologize, but Don just shook his head no and placed the now sweaty skimpy brief in my mouth. I could just taste the desire, lust, fear and anxiety that had permeated the fabric.
I began to remove my string top, and Don gave my tiny, throbbing, pink woody a quick spank fixing his brown eyes right into my baby blues. My little hairless pinky dick began to ooze slippery precum as my boss stroked it with one finger and rubbed my tiny nutlets. He seemed to especially enjoy lovingly pinching my soft well-nourished little fat pad and encircling my pink, hairless hole before sticking his moist finger in his mouth. At this point my stubby pecker was drooling with delight.
Don sat in the big leather chair, adjusting the angle of the intense light of the lamp to his lap. He just motioned for me to lie in his lap and I complied. Fully dressed, as if going to the office, and me in only a skimpy, stringed tank, with my mouth stuffed with my own underwear, I felt so subservient, so submissive, just like the smooth, soft, somewhat chubby, toyboi that I had become.
I could feel the intense light on my butthole warming up my sweaty nutlets as well. I was facing the open window with a light breeze entering.
I could hear people passing below only a few feet from the open window and see dozens of windows across the narrow street looking down on our miniature sun. I wondered just how many guys were secretly watching with delight.
Don began with just a gentle rubbing of my bubble butt, almost lovingly, and then SUDDENLY exploded into a rapid pounding of my buns. He used his strong palm breaking occasionally to get a drink of his cold beer. My ass was on fire from the onslaught.. My baby blues were tearing up, and my cries were muffled by the brief in my mouth. I tried to remove it, but he barked, "Don't you dare Blondie. Your panties are my property now, and they stay in your cocksucking mouth! I own YOU!" My stubby was oozing a stream now. It was making a wet spot on those tailored slacks. I could feel his enormous organ rising up, like a cobra, as it to elevate me even higher in front of the window.
There was a pause. My ass was burning as I squirmed and cried out in muffled delight/agony.
SUDDENLY, WHAM! WTF was that?
A hard wooden paddle met my fiery buttocks. WACK WACK WACK!!! My blues eyes bulged out, my hard tits felt like penises, and my 3-inch wonder rocketed off as much man juice as those nutlets could manufacture. I was thrashing around like a swordfish hooked on a line. I could take no more. The line was about to snap. I was gasping for breath with my protruding, plumped out pecs and soft belly heaving in and out. I could feel the thick cum clinging to my fat pad as my pinky retracted, exhausted, back inside his protective cavity.
Without a word Don motioned for me to get up and pointed to the door.
I started to put on my "panties" but a strong, hairy arm reached out and took them. "Remember, Blondie, I own them now. "
He walked me to the door and sort of put me on the porch stoop before handing me my neatly folded jeans and shoes. "Good night, Blondie."
I wondered if I would hear from Don again, but I thought I would. After all, he owns me now.
