He kept his eyes downcast, following the stiletto heels of his mistress as she strode before him. His breathing quickening with each step, unsure of what new delight or punishment awaited him at the end of the hallway. Like a good slave, he knew better than to question his owner.
They entered a room at long last, the light dimmer than the harsh fluorescents of the hallway. The dainty boots in front of him slowing to a stop. "A surprise for you pet, I feel that your training in servitude needs...expanding" his mistress purred, her light breathy voice sending tingles through him. "Eyes up and see what your Mistress has brought you!" A short jerk of the chain attached to his collar punctuated her command. Obediently, he lifted his head and barely suppressed the gasp that threatened to escape him.
Reclining on the black leather couch before him was a large, well muscled, gorgeous male. Black shit-kicker boots encased his feet, black leather pants seemed more spray painted on than worn over his long legs, thighs thick with corded muscle that played deliciously as he subtly shifted on the couch. He was topless, with mouthwateringly golden tanned skin covering his sculpted abs. The ends of his long brown hair trailed over his broad shoulders and ended just above his nipples. A thin, almost cruel mouth twisted up at one corner with a wicked smirk, while dark chocolate eyes regarded him coolly. The aura of power this male exuded let him know even without his mistress telling him, that this perfect specimen of masculinity, was a Dom.
Delicate fingers stroked through his hair, petting him. "Now pet, I found myself pondering on those little fantasies you've had, where you've been curious about exploring your interests in other men."
His heart rate kicked up a notch, anxiety spiking. Yes, he had confessed, bound and whipped, to his darkest of fantasies, the curiosity about another man's cock, no one person in particular. Just the tantalising, taboo nature of it all.
A conservative mildly religious upbringing as a child telling him such desires were "wrong", then the football culture machismo fuelled opinions of his teens where only "bitches" or "queers" would want that. But still, that nagging little curiosity, that spark of arousal that he had tried to quell, the furtive glances at other men in the gym change rooms, always ashamed, swearing to himself that he wouldn't, but unable to stop himself risking that fleeting glimpse.
He continued to stare at the intimidating figure reclining on the couch. No slouch himself in the height or muscle department, at this moment, in his "uniform" as it were, denoting his subservient status to the petite redheaded dominatrix holding his leash, he felt almost small, a prey animal to a dangerous carnivore. He wasn't sure he could go through with whatever his bewitching mistress had a planned, his heart racing, breathing visibly strained. Pleading eyes flicked to Her. Seeing her sub's obvious distress, she continued to pet him, reaching up to stroke through his hair and down his back.
"Now now love, if you're not willing to push through your comfort zone, how will you ever learn?" she whispered. Tugging him forward until he was at the feet of the Dom on the sofa, she commanded him to his knees with a tug on the leash and a point of the riding crop in her right hand.
"Master Jayce has kindly offered to help me in my training of you today. You, my sweet, are going to learn to give a blowjob!" He closed his eyes involuntarily, waves of shock and excitement competing within him for control. "And not just a run of the mill half-assed attempt, you had better work on pleasuring him to your utmost ability!"
She inclined her head at her fellow Dom. "Master Jayce trained me once upon a time, and I would be sorely disappointed if one of my slaves couldn't live up to my expectations for him!" She warned, a cold glint entering her eyes.
His Mistress pulled his chin up to look him in the eyes, her hand fisting in the chains of his leash to pull him almost off balance. "Make him cum like the good little whore you are, and don't you even think of letting a drop go to waste!" She hissed softly.
She then handed his leash to Master Jayce with a small bow. He felt himself being pulled forward, and he shuffled on his knees to obey. "Lets see what you've learnt then shall we?" a deep baritone voice intoned from above him on the couch. After bowing his head to the floor, he lifted his hands to the buttons on his temporary Master's leathers. He was unable to control the shaking in his arms, almost fumbling to undo the fastenings, careful not to accidentally scratch the golden skin being revealed before his eyes. At last, trousers undone he reached into the leather to free the most beautiful, yet intimidating cock he had ever seen up close. At least 7 or 8 inches, and a glorious thickness to it. Circumcised, with not a trace of pubic hair to be seen, rising above heavy balls, the skin there darker in colour than on the shaft.
He froze for a moment, his mind reeling at the fat dick in his hands, was he really going to put that in his mouth? But could he ever forgive himself for giving up an opportunity like this if he did use his safe word? More serious still, he knew he would never be able to face His Mistress again should he embarrass her like that. Slowly, his right hand began to stroke the shaft, feeling the muscle twitch under his fingers, allowing his left hand to gently trace the heavy, pendulous balls hanging below.
