Dominant Ex: Still James' Slut 01

"Theo," I heard a voice behind me, "I didn't know you came here?"

It was James, one of my first boyfriends. We had dated for 3 years, but broke up after we graduated university 2 years ago.

He towered over me then and now. James knew he intimidated me and always loved it. He had cropped blonde hair and a moustache now. His white gym shirt and black shorts were tight, as always. Under his damp shirt you could make out the ripples of his abs. As he walked over to where I stood with my towel wrapped around me, I tilted my head up to look at him.

His voice was softer now, like an old friend. Even though he'd been working out, I could still smell his musty cologne through the sweat. He stood close enough to make me feel uneasy.

"Yes, I just joined!" I exclaimed, maybe with a little too much passion.

"How have you been?" I felt his hand brush over my bicep.

"Yes good thanks, I just moved to town. This is actually my first day at this gym."

"Ah, so you were just in the legs, bums and tums class then?" I saw him smirk mockingly. In truth, I didn't normally know what I was doing and, as a bonus, the instructors were hot.

"Yes," I sighed sarcastically, "haha very funny. Go ahead and laugh."

"No Theo, you look great. Whatever you're doing keep it up!" With this he nudged my arm. I could feel myself getting hard beneath my towel.

"You look great yourself," I responded, "You must be bigger than ever."

"Yes," he chuckled, "You know I've got to be able to keep guys in line." There was an intensity to this last statement. His eyes pierced mine as he said it.

My mind flashed back to him lifting me up and railing me against a locker when we were at the gym one evening together at university. He didn't care that anyone could have walked in. Somehow, even though I was sure he loved me, every time we fucked a meanness overtook him. A need to have complete control over me. Subservience. I felt like his property, demeaned, as he'd push me to my knees and make me beg for him to fuck me. I shook my head to focus on the conversation.

"Sorry, I didn't ask. How are you James?" I smiled, trying to diffuse the sexual tension.

"I'm alright thanks. Got a new job recently which is killing me so really using the gym to blow off some steam." He smirked at me again.

Instinctively, I glanced down and saw his gym shorts pushed out by his dick. Was he hard? As I glanced back up, I realised my error. He raised an eyebrow.

"What were you looking at Theo?" He asked seriously. I felt intimidated. He wanted me to know he caught me in the act. He wanted me to feel humiliated.

I didn't know what to say. I knew entertaining this flirting was a bad idea.

"Oh, I just wondered... what brand your gym shorts were? I am looking for some new ones." I stammered.

He leant in closer with a smirk. Under his breath so no one else could hear he whispered, "I don't give a fuck about my gym shorts Theo and neither do you. Actually, I bet you'd love me to take them off right now you little slut."

He loomed over me. I was scared, but rock hard. My dick was almost pushing through the towel. He was right, I did want him to take them off but I was too scared to say anything. James looked down and then smirked.

"You like this, don't you? I thought you'd changed, but you're still the same dirty little whore. Put your dick away, there are other guys in the room."

With that James walked back over to his clothes, picked up his phone and began texting. I felt out of breath. I looked down and saw my dick poking out of the towel. Quickly, I pushed it under the knot of the towel to make it less obvious.

I began to put on my t-shirt and slip my jock back on on underneath the towel. My hands were shaking. Seeing James had rattled me. I looked back over to him. He was now chatting with another huge guy from the gym with dark brown hair. His cobalt blue shirt clung tight to his Greek God body and contrasted his chocolate coloured skin. He looked over at me as James spoke, raised an eyebrow and smirked. What was James telling him?

I looked over to James as he pulled off his shirt and I felt my dick twitch. He had rippled abs and pecs that looked rock hard. He was stronger than ever. His body gleamed with sweat and the hair on his chest was stuck tight to his skin.

He bent over to pull his shorts off. As I looked over I could see he was getting hard. His dick must have been 7" with a semi but between his huge thighs it looked in proportion. I started to salivate. The locker room was filled with about ten guys but James never lacked confidence. He didn't care who saw.

He suddenly looked up and caught me staring. I saw a mean grin on his face. He knew he had won. I was getting desperate now.

I turned away, flushed, put my trousers on and started to pack my bag. I slipped my shoes on and turned to see James had left. Classic. He just wanted to play with me. To know that even after all this time he could have me whenever and wherever he wanted.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a message.

"I am going to fuck you this afternoon. Get yourself to my office now. If you don't, I am showing the whole gym this. [Theo.mp4]"

My heart leaped. I clicked on the video and it began playing. I knew what it was instantly.

I was covered in sweat, lying on James' bed with a ball gag in my mouth. The video played and my moaning in it echoed around the room as James pumped his huge dick into my ass. I paused the video as quickly as possible but several guys were already looking at me oddly. I caught the eyes of the guy in the blue t shirt, looked awkward and said 'sorry' aloud. He shook his head, laughed and went back to his phone.

I closed the video and saw James had sent a pin. I had to go. I wanted to say it was to protect my dignity, but deep down I knew I needed James' dick. I wanted to feel him use me. I wanted to feel his dick stretching out my hole and to taste his cum. I looked up the route and left the lockeroom silently.

James worked at a bank in a huge, glass skyscraper. I asked at reception and they said to get the lift to the 30th floor. James' assistant, a brown-haired, 30 year old man in a sharp suit, then lead me to a meeting room with a conference desk and a glass wall looking over the city. The man said James was in a meeting but would come to meet me immediately after. As he closed the door, I heard him lock it.

On the table was a black box. I walked over and saw 'Theo' written on it. I opened it and saw three items. Lube, a jockstrap and a ball gag. On the back of the name label James had written the words:

"You'd better be ready for me on that table when I arrive."

That explained the locking of the door.

Unable to close the blinds, I got undressed in the back corner of the room and slipped on the jockstrap. James had always insisted I only wore jockstraps when we were together so he could fuck me whenever he wanted. Whether we were alone or not, he'd slip his hand in and finger my hole - reminding me it was his to use. I remembered him taking me to a room in his members club, slamming the door and pulling off my trousers before plunging his dick inside me. As I screamed, he shoved my underwear in my mouth to shut me up.

He was the best sex I'd ever had.

I squeezed the lube on my fingers and began to finger myself to open up my hole. Pushing more and more lube into my hole to make sure I was ready. After a minute or two, I put the ball gag in and lay on the table staring at the ceiling. I didn't want to be late or I knew he would punish me.

A minute later I heard the lock turn. I looked over to the door but it was his assistant. I gasped but the ball gag stuck and I began to splutter.

He laughed. "James said you were the kind of slut that wouldn't ask questions." I went to sit up but he pushed me back to the table.

"Shhh. Don't worry, I know you're desperate but he will be here in a moment. He said he is going to give you the best fucking of your life. I just need to do one final thing to get you ready." He clicked something under the desk and I saw four pieces of metal pop out.

"Turn over," his assistant said in a surly manner. I wasn't used to being spoken to like this by a stranger but I did as he said.

I felt rope tighten around my right foot and he pulled it tight. He did the same for my other foot, pulling my legs apart on the table. Then my arms were tied, crossed behind my back. He moved in front of me and pulled my head up by my hair so my eyes met his.

"James said you were a submissive little slut. He doesn't normally let me have a go with his toys but I might ask to with you. Would you like that?"

I nodded and hummed in agreement. His blue eyes were piercing and cold.

"Of course you would. To be honest, most boys can't take more than a couple visits. James demands a lot. He exhausts them. But once they leave, there is no turning back. I had a boy on the phone last week begging to be fucked by him again. He said he had never been fucked like that in all his life - said he'd be James' permanent sex slave just to have James inside him again. Of course I said no. You know you're a lucky boy Theo."

I nodded and hummed again.

"Good," he said and let my head fall back to the table.

"One last thing." I felt him push something over my head and then everything went dark.

I was lying on the table of a bank conference room. Legs held apart by ropes. Ready to be fucked. My ass lubed up and ready to use and ball gag in my mouth. Anyone could have walked in and I wouldn't have known. James had already won.

As I lay waiting, I remembered when James had told me to get ready to be fucked one evening a couple of years into our relationship. He gave me some poppers and told me to lube up my hole and get myself hard upstairs. Five minutes later he walked in with another boy my age and ordered me to sit on the chair and watch.

He said I could learn from the slim but muscular boy. James fucked him whilst he did the splits on our bed, pulling his hair back to arch his back whilst he looked in my eyes. The boy smiled at me meanly, feeling superior as James thrust into him. Occasionally he screamed involuntarily but most of the time it was only groaning. James didn't like too much noise - he wanted his boys to be strong. He wanted to use them without consequences. He didn't care what they liked or didn't.

James made me lick his cum out of the boys ass. He pushed me to the floor and told the boy to cum on my face. "Yes sir," he replied, "I hope I was good at teaching this slut a lesson." James nodded in agreement "You were a very good boy," pressing his dick into the boys ass as he came all over me.

I never knew his name.

James picked me up as if I weighed nothing and threw me on the bed. He scooped the boy's cum onto my ass and pushed it into me with his dick. He told the boy to go home as he rammed his dick harder and harder into me on the bed. The boy looked hurt, dejected. He tried to protest but James just responded "you've done your job now leave".

The door of the conference room clicked.

I heard someone walk in and place a large, rough hand on my hair. My body was overcome with shivers. It ran slowly down my back and to my feet. I felt the hand trace up my leg before a finger pushed inside my lubed up hole. I gasped.

"Mmmm," growled the voice, "good."

As the finger was removed from my hole, I felt empty. I needed James to fuck me. I needed to be used by him after all these years. I wouldn't let him down like the other boys.

The hand then ran up my back and to my hair. My head was pulled up from my hair, stretching my neck and arching my back. I felt breath on my ear. The man leant in to growl in my ear, "I'm not as nice as I used to be Theo. Can you handle that?"

"Yes, sir," I said instinctively around the ball gag. Even after all these years, I knew James demanded respect. "You can do whatever you want with me."

"I know."