I am very thin and rather weak. He is tall, strong but also lean. He was always joking with me, he took hold of me within his arms and tightened them telling me that I was whore and that he liked me a lot, and pretended that he was kissing me. He hit me jokingly on my chest while he hold me. I liked to feel his strong arms around me, I liked to feel how he could do with me what he wanted with his strength, I liked to feel powerless and abused in his arms. I wanted him badly, I wanted him to go from the words to the action.
One day I told him I was gay and if he ever wanted to _f_u_c_k_ me, I would be more than willing, if he had something more than words. He remained silent and sullen. Several days later, he called me. He asked me if we could meet somewhere discreet. I told him of course and to come to my home.
I received him in tight jean shorts, very enticing and that I would never wear in a public place. He looked at me, still sullen., undecided.
- Whore.
- Yes, I want to be your whore and I want you to _f_u_c_k_ me.
I knelled in front of him and began to brush with my face the front of his trousers, specially where he had his penis. I could feel it getting excited. With my hands I massaged his legs and bottom.
- But I am not a faggot.
- No, Sir, you are not a faggot, you are my master, and you can _f_u_c_k_ me as you would a woman. The only faggot here is me.
He pulled me up and began kissing my face while his arms kept me under another of his crushing hugs. I could feel his hands caressing my bottom, probing and touching as far as they could go. He started kissing my mouth when he pulled my t-shirt up. Then came my shorts down, not without difficulty, since they were very tight. I had nothing under them, so I was naked. He started to take off his shirt and I let him, but them I led him to my bed.
There I opened his trousers just enough to allow his penis out. I began caressing it with my mouth and occasionally to suck him. I only wanted him excited, because I really wanted him to _f_u_c_k_ me. When I thought he was ready, I showed him my bottom, opening my legs and inviting him to enter. He was hesitant, uncertain of what he had to do. I helped his penis to find my bottom hole. I instructed him on how and when to push in and pull out, and I started to be _f_u_c_k_ed by a wonderful piece of manhood. We kept at it till he came out. I was still excited as a cat on heat, but came around and took hold of him. I could feel how his feelings were all confused after his _s_e_x_ual ruse was over. He was ready to fly away ashamed of what he did, so I started to tell him what a wonderful lover he was, how good I felt having him inside me, which showed how much I was a whore and how much he was a man. Soon I could feel him starting to get excited again.
I explained him that from then I would be his _s_e_x_ual slave, that I would do whatever he asked me just for being _f_u_c_k_ed by him again and that he should punish me periodically just to show how much he could do with me.
- What kind of punishment?
- Whatever. Just this time I will tell you what to do, but from now it will be your responsability to keep me under control through punishments and humiliations.
I put myself on his knees and instructed him to spank me with his hand till I shouted or cried very convincingly with pain. He excelled in this as in _f_u_c_k_ing me. I hardly had to tell him that he was being too soft. Soon I had another proof of his strength under the barrage of his spanks. He had me pleading mercy very soon, but as instructed kept on till I was very convincing, which it was when I came out. He threw me to the floor.
- Knell in front of me and kiss my shoes.
I did.
- While you are down there, you can clean my sneakers. With your tongue, of course, faggot.
I did that too, enthusiastically.
- Now put on those clothes you had when I arrived here. We are going shopping.
Mortified because I couldn't very well being seen with the tight shorts, I did as commanded. When we were ready to leave I tried to say something but he slapped my face and told me to keep quiet unless otherwise instructed. He was enjoying himself, and for that matter, I was too.
We went to a supermarket. There he took me to the animals section and he started trying dog collars on my neck. Nobody seemed to want to take notice, but I was anyway quite humiliated.