Submissive

Hello! I’m back. I took many years off from writing, and I wanted to re-visit one of my older, popular stories. This is a re-write but it follows itself same story as the original. So far, I have 7 chapters written with many more planned. 

Please comment on where you’d like to story to go. I will include as many good ideas as I can :)

This is a true story. Some of it is intense. Some of it is unbelievable. Some of it won't be for everyone. But it's my story... my love story.

Party

The moment I stepped foot on campus, I knew I was going to love college. I was finally on my own, out from under the rule of my family, and could finally be my own man.

I still told people I was straight but knew that I wasn't deep down. I had sex with girls, and it felt good, but I didn't really enjoy it as much as I thought I could. I tried and failed more times throughout my first year at school than I could count to feel the spark I knew I should.

So, as I was entering my sophomore year, I decided that I would take the plunge and explore the side of me that I hadn't dared to explore yet. And, on one fateful weekend early in the first semester, not only did I have my first sexual encounter with a guy, but I was also introduced to the insane, incredible world of bondage, changing my life forever.

First, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I've been told that I am easy on the eyes more than a few times. I am fairly tall at 6'0", have a nice, athletic body that I work hard for, a buzz cut with short brown hair, and I am pretty well endowed at 8-inches. So when I walked into a frat party the first weekend of the fall semester of my second year, I expected to get some attention from both the girls and the guys.

I had never really wanted to join a fraternity, but this was the one I would have joined if I had. It was the best frat on campus, and most of the brothers could get any job they wanted after they graduated. As such, it was extremely exclusive, so I really never thought I was going to get a chance and never rushed.

About an hour or so after I arrived at the frat house, I was talking to a relatively good looking freshman girl when someone bumped into me, spilling my beer. A big pet peeve of mine is when someone bumps me and doesn't say they are sorry. I turn, thinking this frat bro was going to be an asshole.

What I saw was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He was actually perfect. Even though it was slightly dark and most of the light in the room was emitted via cheap Party City black lights, I saw his perfection from a mile away. He had red hair, green eyes, a perfect face, and a jawline that would make the Gods jealous. He looked to be incredibly fit but was much shorter than I was. He had a look of concern on his face, which just made me like him more because he seemed sorry for bumping me.

"Dude, I am so sorry," he said. "I was trying to sneak by. Oh, God. I spilled your drink. Here come with me. I'll get you another beer."

He spoke with an accent... an Irish accent. Oh dear. That made his hotness skyrocket even more.

"Here, come upstairs," he continued. I hadn't been able to form a response yet. "I have some good beer in my room and not this watered-down shit." 

He was inviting me upstairs to his room. I had to be dreaming. I thought this stuff only happened in college movies, only most of them don't have two guys fucking. 

As we approached the stairs, I finally found the brain capacity to say something. "Thank you for... um... being so nice. I'm Gordon, by the way." I extended my hand. He accepted it. His hands were so soft.

"Oh, I am sorry, yes, my name is James. It is nice to meet you, Gordon."

Once we began to ascend stairs, I was able to get a good look at his ass. "My God, that's a nice ass," I thought, but quickly shook my head. "Nothing is going to happen. Stop being an idiot. This guy was probably straight and just felt sorry about spilling my beer. Nothing more than that." Even with that doubting, though, I was still excited.

When we reached his surprisingly large bedroom, I entered timidly as he closed the door behind me. "Let me grab you some real beer," he said with a smile. I didn't hear him lock the door, but I know now that he had. He knew exactly what he was going to do right from the start.

His room was decked out with a king-sized bed, a mini-fridge, a desk with an excellent computer setup, and a mix of other things. He seemed to be living the life here.  He told me to have a seat on his recliner as he got two beers from his fridge.

"I hope this will do," he said as he tossed me a relatively expensive beer, given that I had been living on mostly Natty Lite for the last year.

"Wow, this is great, thanks," I exclaimed. James smiled, and I almost fainted. He had a perfect smile that would make anyone weak at the knees. I couldn't find a single thing wrong with him physically. He also continued to be genuinely lovely, so much so that I was already planning our lives together. A man can dream.

"So, what year are you?" He was still smiling.

"Oh, um, Sophomore," I responded.

"Oh wow, I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah, I don't party all that much."

"Got a girlfriend?" He took a sip of beer as he said it.

"Um, no. No, I'm single," I said, flustered.

"Ahh, I saw you talkin' with that girl downstairs, so I assumed."

"Oh, yea, she was cute, but no, not with her or anything," I said, clearly uninterested in discussing any women at the moment.

His smile got even bigger. "Oh good, I thought so." He took another sip of beer.

"Thought what?" I ask.

"That you're gay."

Though he hadn't said it with malice or any hint of emotion, it still hit me like a ton of bricks. He knew my deepest secret, and he only knew me for about 5 minutes. Was I that obvious?

"I'm not... I'm... what?" I said.

"It's alright, dude, so am I," he said.

Again, I was floored. He was so nonchalant saying it.

"You're...gay?" I asked. I noticed I was getting hot and flustered.

"Yep. Came out years ago. It's a lot of fun being who you are, dude."

"How did you know that I was...?" I couldn't even say it.

"You're gay. It's okay to say it. I saw the way you act around girls. You are nice to them, but your eyes wander to the male clientele."

"You were... watching me?"

"Yes, yes I was. I'm sure a lot of people were tonight. I didn't think you would try anything with a guy in public, so I decided I needed to take certain... actions."

"You didn't just 'accidentally' bump into me, did you?" I smiled at him. I don't know why, but I was feeling more at ease.

"No, I didn't." He looked down and then looked up devilishly. "And now that I have you here, I want to...try some things."

That confidence I was just feeling left quickly. Yes, James was sexy... like ridiculously sexy. But I had never done anything with a guy. The thought of being with another guy made me very uneasy, and even though it is all I have ever wanted, now that it might actually happen, I was scared shitless. Obviously, he noticed that I was uneasy, and he came over to my chair and knelt down.

"I won't do anything that you don't want me to do. But I do like being in charge. So if you want to do this..." he grabbed my rock hard package, "...then let's do this. If you don't, then you can go."

I was shaking. A man had just touched me... there. And I didn't burst into flames and die.

There was no way in hell I was leaving now. James had me so hot and horny. I needed him. Even though he touched my cock for a brief moment, it was the most intense feeling of my life.

"I... I..." I stammered. He didn't let me finish as he leaned in and kissed me. He knew he had me. The kiss was deep and incredible, and I never wanted it to end.

"You're mine tonight, Gordon," he whispered as we were kissing, and he bit my lip. It was a playful, erotic bite. He pulled my shirt off and began kissing my neck. He pulled me up and out of the chair and threw me on his bed.

"Fuck, you are so sexy," he said as he took his shirt off. It was hard not to droll. He had a perfect six-pack with a "v" leading down to his very prominent package.

"Get naked." It wasn't a suggestion. I was naked in seconds. "Mmmm, nice cock." He kissed me again. "Not as big as mine, but... nice." I tensed at that, thinking of what was hiding under those pants.

He pulled away from me. "Put your hands out to the side over your head, and spread your legs wide." Again, not a suggestion. I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew that I wanted to do whatever he had planned for as long as he wanted.

He went to his closet and pulled out a box. "Like I said, I like to be in charge. So I'm going to tie you up and have some fun with you. Is that alright?"

Holy fuck. I had always fantasized about being tied up but was always too terrified to go through with it. He looked at me, waiting for an answer. His last question wasn't a command. I had the option to say no.

"Do whatever you want with me," I whispered more than actually said as if the part of me that wanted this to happen was buried deep down inside but was screaming to escape.

"Good answer." He tied me spread eagle to the bed. "But I bet you wish you hadn't said that once I'm done with you." With that, he took off his pants, leaving him totally naked. Oh. Dear. Lord. Calling what he had between his legs a "big dick" didn't do it justice. It looked like an arm was coming out of his groin.

"You like it?" he asked with that smile again.

"How big is that thing?" I asked without taking my eyes off it.

He laughed and said, "It's just over 10 inches. Don't worry, I'm not gonna fuck you with it yet. You definitely have to work up to it. In fact, I'm not going to do anything to your ass right now."

He produced a ball gag and put it in my mouth. "Do you know what edging is, Gordon?" I shook my head no.

"Edging is when you get close to orgasm, so close that if you even move an inch, you'll cum. At that moment, you stop. You don't actually cum." I looked at him, confused. "I'm going to play with your cock, Gordon. I'm going to play with it until I want to stop. I am going to edge you until you are a screaming mess, begging me to cum. But you aren't allowed to cum... not until I tell you. If you cum without my permission, there will be some severe consequences."

I looked at him with wide eyes, scared now. This didn't sound fun to me. I just wanted to give some head and make out, and now this? I shook my head "No" over and over.

"You made a choice to stay. Now, I'm in charge." I pulled at the bindings, but it was no use. I kept shaking my head over and over.

He immediately took the gag out, and I started begging him not to hurt me and let me go.

"Hey, hey, Gordon. Relax." He was petting my stomach as he spoke. "I will not hurt you at all. Not even a little bit. If you don't like something, you shake your head just like you did just now, okay? This will be fun for you and for me, I promise. I'm going to act tough, but I'm really here to show you a good time."

His voice had a very calming effect on me, and I calmed down rather quickly. He sounded sincere.

"Just... if I want to stop, you'll stop?" I asked.

"Immediately. No questions asked. I'll untie you, and we won't have to see each other ever again. I promise."

I didn't hesitate this time. "Okay. Let's do it, then."

He put the gag back in and smiled. "Good boy, Gordon." He then produced a blindfold, and my eyes got wide. "We stop anytime," he reassured me.

I gave a slight nod as he placed the blindfold over my eyes.

"I am going to start now. You are probably very horny and close to cumming right now, but you aren't allowed to cum. Not until I say you can. Do you understand?"

I just lay there motionless. My lack of response earned me a hard slap to the stomach. "I asked you a question." I nodded my head quickly.

"Good. Let's begin." He started to work on my cock. His hands were extra slippery and so soft. He had some type of lube that made my cock feel amazing. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. "If you are close to cumming, shake your head back and forth gently and grunt," he says.

Almost on cue, I felt like I was going to cum, and shook my head. He stopped, saying, "Damn, that was quick." He paused as if he was thinking of what to do next.

"Alright, you can cum now, and then we will start the edging. This is gonna be no fun if I have to stop this early so quickly." He took my dick and went crazy on it. He sucked it all the way down his throat, then used his mouth and hand at the same time. It was the best blowjob I ever had, and within seconds, I was cumming. I produce a lot of cum, and even though I warned James by shaking my head and grunting, it still surprised him.

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed as I began to shoot. I strained against the bonds, having an intense, out-of-the-world orgasm.

"Holy shit, that's hot. You're going to be a lot of fun." He kept stroking my sensitive cock after I shot, sending tremors through my whole body. "Oh yes, a lot of fun."

I was still rock hard, surprisingly. I think it may have been his accent. I have a severe weakness for accents.

"Seems like you're ready to start this thing. Well, so am I." He took my still sensitive dick, lubed it up, and went to work. He started off normal enough with a regular hand job, and it felt incredible. You could tell James had experience doing this. He worked on my cock silently for about 20 minutes when I got close again.

I shook my head, and he stopped. Even though I knew he would stop, I was still disappointed that he did. I begin to whimper a little. "Don't worry, we aren't done yet. Not by a long shot." He waited a few minutes until he started again.

This time was different. He only used two fingers and went extremely slow. It was pure torture. I couldn't even tell you how long he worked on me like that before I was begging him to cum.

"I love it when they beg so soon. That is going to make these next few hours so much fun." HOURS. He couldn't be serious. If I didn't cum in the next 5 minutes, I thought I would lose my mind.

He kept up the incredibly slow pace for what seemed like hours until finally, I thought I was going to cum again. I thought about just cumming and not telling him about it, but I wasn't sure if I could take the punishment if this was the pleasure.

I decided to shake my head and tell him I was close, and he immediately stopped. "Good job, my man. You're doing great. I'm going to go downstairs for a little while and make sure the party is going alright. Don't go anywhere," he said as he laughed and left the room.

He couldn't be serious, right? Did he just leave me here, tied up, with hundreds of drunk people wandering the halls of this house? When was this going to end? I was sweating profusely, and my need to cum was out of this world.

Yet, although this seemed like pure torture, I didn't know why I loved it so much. I needed to cum. I needed that sweet relief. But the fact that I had no control over when that would happen made me extremely excited and hornier than I had ever been. James gets off on making people wait. I could get used to waiting for him. It would be challenging and painful, but hopefully, the reward would be incredible.

I lost track of time and barely noticed the door opening and closing again. Finally, James had returned. He walked over to me and took the blindfold off of my face, and my heart stopped. It wasn't James. It was Kyle, my freshman year roommate, and another member of this frat.

"Gordon, what have you gotten yourself into here?" I began to pull at the bindings again, but it was no use. Kyle just laughed at me. "Gordon, I kind of figured you were gay, but I didn't think you were into... this," he said as he played with the ropes binding me. "You're gonna be here a while, bud. James has done this before. Not to me, but a good friend of mine said James tied him up and used his cock and ass for 12 hours straight. By the end, he had no voice because he had been screaming so much, begging him to let him cum. Another guy in the frat said James fucked him for about 4 hours without cumming, and made him cum like 20 times. Rumor has it that James tied his roommate to his bed for a whole week during his freshman year and didn't let him cum until the week was over, only untying him so he could use the bathroom. He made him miss a test because of it, but James gets what he wants. You may be in for a rough night, kid."

With that, he got up and left. Well then, now I wasn't so much horny as I was terrified. A week? Who ties someone up for a week without letting them cum. This guy was a psychopath, and I needed to get out of there.

Just as I began thinking that, though, James came back into the room.

"Hey, how did you get that blindfold off?" He walks over to me. "I think I'm gonna have to punish you for this." I start to go berserk. I didn't do anything! All I wanted was to get with this hot guy. What the fuck.

He immediately takes the gag out. "What's wrong, stud?"

"Kyle, he... took the blindfold off, and... he told me... about your freshman year roommate... and... tying him up for a week and... please untie me." I was on the verge of tears.

"Gordon, I will untie you. But can you let me explain before I do?"

I thought for a bit and nodded, still shaken.

"My freshman year roommate asked me to tie him up for a long period of time.  It wasn't a week. It was three days. And he loved every single second of it. We're still together to this day, and we love each other very much." He began petting my hair as he spoke. "I mean it when I say this, Gordon. I will never hurt you. This is all for your pleasure. I promise."

I didn't speak for a bit and thought about what he had said. "You have a boyfriend, and you're still doing this?" I asked.

He laughed. "THAT'S what you have to say?" He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Gordon, you are too cute. Yes, I have a boyfriend. However, he is studying abroad this semester, and he told me that I could have all the fun I want. So I am," he said, giving me another kiss on the cheek.

After another period of silence, I said, "Okay."

"Okay, what?" he asked.

"You can put the gag back in."

He smiled. "Mmmmm, you are a keeper." Before he fastened the gag back, he asked, "Do you have any other questions?"

I didn't have to think long about my query. "How long are you going to torture me?" I asked. 

"Well, that depends. Do you like what I am doing to you?" I thought again. I honestly did like it. Hell, I loved it. I just nodded. "Hmmm, how much do you like it?"

"I love it," I said quietly. I couldn't lie. Even though I still had slight uneasiness, this was all so incredibly sexy. 

"Love it, huh? Well then..." He puts the gag back on, and I hear him walk to his dresser. "These are my favorite dice. I use them on all of my... victims," he said with a laugh. "I am going to roll them, and we will see how long you will be here. If I roll a two, that means two hours. 12 means 12 hours. You get the idea."

Fucking fuck. I guess that one friend of Kyle's rolled a 12 when he was tied up.

"This way, your fate is up to chance." He threw the dice out of my line of sight. I realized that he could just say 12, and I would never know if he was telling the truth.

"You rolled a 2 and a 4, only 6 hours. You got lucky. If I rolled doubles, I would get to roll again."

He put the dice on the table, lubed his hands, and put the blindfold back on. "I am going to play you like a fiddle, you fucking bitch." Wow, dirty talk was even sexier in his Irish accent. I let out a whimper that is mixed with fear and lust, and he notices. "Fuck yeah, you're excited, huh? You want me to play with your helpless cock. You want me to make you scream. Don't worry, I'll make you beg until you can't fucking see straight anymore."

How was this making me even hornier? I should have been scared out of my mind, but I somehow wanted him to do this to me. I... needed him to do it to me. When the night started, yes, I would have run for the hills if I knew this was going to happen, but this loss of control, this helplessness, was... incredible. And weirdly enough, I trusted that he wanted to give me pleasure and wouldn't hurt me.

"I am going to jerk you off now... slowly. Even slower than before, so feel free to scream and beg into the gag. It's music to my ears," he said as his lubed up fingers started to massage my hard, sensitive cock very slowly.

Fireworks went off all over my body. He was going so slowly that it would take me 6 hours to cum, but I would be hanging right on that edge without him giving me that final push over. He worked my entire shaft for a long while, then switched to just the head, rubbing it with his palm. This sent me into hysterics. I didn't know you could feel such sensations by only skin on skin contact, but my God. My whole body was going wild.

I could hear him quietly laughing, and I could just picture his gorgeous smile plastered on his face the entire time he was working on me. Then, I noticed that although I was in a place between brutal pain and intense pleasure, I was slightly smiling as well. I really did love this. God, what was wrong with me?

After he finished with my head, he went back to work on my entire shaft, and I started to get that familiar feeling again. It wasn't immediately there, and it would take a while for it to build, but I was close. He went excruciatingly slow and knew precisely how to keep me on that edge.

I was getting closer and closer, but he kept the same pace. I was starting to hump my hips into his hand, but that just made him slow down more and loosen his grip to a mere graze. I was going insane. He did what he set out to accomplish, and I needed to blow my load now more than I ever had in my life.

I was finally at the edge of orgasm, and I began to think of whether I would tell James or not that I was going to cum. I couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be if I did, considering the torture he had put me through so far. So I quickly decided I would tell him, even though my need to cum was overwhelming.

As soon as I shook my head, he stopped. "Good. I thought you were going to give in." I just bucked my hips and begged, pleaded, cried to let me cum. "You still have a few hours left," was all he said.

He then attacked my body with his tongue. He started high on my neck and shoulders, which was one of my weak spots, and spent some quality time licking my ears. It felt incredible. The work he had done on my cock made my body ten times more sensitive. He worked his way down to my nipples, another one of my spots, and worked them over good with nibbles and pinches.

I was writhing against my bonds. He tortured my tits long and hard until they felt raw. He then moved down my chest to my abs and licked up and down my stomach, kissing every indentation. He worked his way down to my "v," which was my most sensitive spot. Once he realized this, he went to town on my hips and groin area. He licked, nibbled, and kissed them for all their worth.

James was giving me the greatest pleasure while teasing me at the same time. Again, this guy was a master. He bypassed my cock entirely and instead went to my balls. I have some large balls, and they were ready to explode right now, so I am sure they were even more prominent. He sucked on each of them, giving me even more pleasure than I previously thought possible.

He licked down my legs to my feet and sucked on each of my toes. I had never had my toes sucked before, but they were just as sensitive as the rest of my body. Every sensation I felt when he licked, kissed, and nibbled my body went straight to my cock. It yearned even more for sweet release after his tongue bath, and he hadn't even touched it in what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes.

He worked his way back up my legs and played with my balls again. "These are so full, I can't wait to drain every last drop out of your fucking bull balls." I was so horny and ready to cum, but I knew I still had a lot more time before that happened, a fact that was terrifyingly delicious. In a matter of hours, I was already becoming precisely what James wanted... or needed: a submissive slut. I thought about all the times I had sex with girls, and all the times I felt so unfulfilled after I had cum. Now, I hadn't even cum yet, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Just as I thought that, I lost all train of thought as James engulfed every inch of my 8" cock into his mouth. FUCK. He held it in there, massaging it with his throat and tongue. It felt so fucking good. I thought I was going to cum right then. He pulled off, though, and began jerking me off again. He started out quicker than before but then slowed to his regular, plodding pace.

He worked on my cock forever. He never sped up once. He was like a machine on my cock. He never got tired. He never stopped and asked if I needed anything. The only breaks he gave me were to provide me with water, which I greatly appreciated. During those breaks, I would ask him again how much longer he planned to torture me, and every time, he said, "A few more hours."

I had lost all track of time. My thoughts were dominated by my need to cum. I could have been there for days, and going off of my urge to blow my load, it felt like I had been there for months.

A few minutes...hours...days later, I felt my orgasm was building. I had to cum. I made up my mind that I was going to cum and just do whatever punishment he had in mind. The need was too great, and it outweighed the fear I had for the consequences. My balls were tensing up, as was the rest of my body.

As I was about to shoot my load, James said, "Ahh, so you are taking the punishment then... perfect." He started to stroke my cock fast and hard, and I came immediately. I have never cum so hard in my life. The first shot hit my gagged mouth and nose, while the second went flying over my shoulder. I heard it hit the headboard behind me. My body was in a sort of euphoric state as he continued to pump my cock. Every inch of me was feeling pleasure unmatched by anything I have ever felt. I kept cumming and cumming until finally, after my 12th or 13th volley of cum, I stopped, although my orgasm was still radiating through my body.

James let go of my cock and let me calm down a bit. It took a good minute or two for me to stop feeling the effects of the incredible orgasm given to me by this extraordinary, evil man.

"That was one of the biggest, hottest loads I have ever seen, Gordon. Fuck, that was so hot. And to think, you still had two more hours left before your six hours were up. I can only imagine what that would have looked like. But you decided you wanted to be punished, which will be even more fun..."

He took my cock and started to pump it wildly, and my overly sensitive cock felt like it was on fire. I was screaming into my gag, but not a painful scream, but more like a maniacal, laughing scream. He stopped after a while and said, "These next few days are going to be so much fucking fun."

...Days?