8.a: serving Tony
It was Wednesday, and I had to head over to Sir's for my regular inspection. I was expecting something perfunctory, which I was looking forward to for a change as I was eager to head on to my next stop, with visions of that gloryhole in the department store restroom dancing in my head.
But as he gestured at me to wait while he worked on his computer, I was reminded that Sir's pace and timing were unconcerned with my needs.
Surely he knows I have to get done at the department store before work
, I thought to myself, then realizing he indeed knew that very well and was surely enjoying watching me squirm with anticipation. So I tried to calm myself and wait patiently.
It felt longer, but he only kept me hanging for ten or fifteen minutes before he turned his attention to me. He had me briefly stand up to examine my cage before signaling for me to return to my knees, then addressed me. "You're getting used to being seen now, and getting used to being out in the world as a locked sub, which is good. But you need to start accepting even more that this is part of your life, something that people who know you know about you.
"Your friends you were with on the night we met have obviously already found out what you're up to, so you're going to spend some more time with them, and get used to the idea of your friends thinking of you as a locked sub."
"So I reached out to them." He looked over at his computer screen and clicked to a different tab in his browser. "James and Tony and Edward. They were all enthusiastic about this. So basically, you're going to serve each of them for a night, in whatever way they want. They'll be getting in touch with you."
That hit me as a shock. It was one thing to be carrying on with strangers, but these guys were a part of my life. It definitely felt like a different category. But the misgivings were pushed aside by that other voice in my head.
This is what you asked him to do. You agreed that he was the one making decisions. If you only submit to the things you want to do, that's not submission
.
So I sucked it up. "Thank you Sir," I said.
* * *
I actually got a text from Tony that night at work, when I was mostly de-frazzled from the afternoon's events at the gloryhole. I don't know if he'd won a paper-rock-scissors with the other guys or if they figured going with Tony first would be easiest on me. I knew him the least well of the three friends, and he was a pretty quiet, introverted type like me. He also broached the subject like it was my choice to make, and not an order from Sir.
"Hey, do you want to get together to hang out soon? When is good for you?"
He seemed to want this to happen as soon as possible, and I decided there was no reason to stretch out my uneasiness, so I suggested Tuesday night next week. If I was going to be his for the night, might as well do it on the night before my day off.
"Great! Just come by my place when you're done work."
Sir must have passed along a green light after my inspection that afternoon, as I also had a text from James that night. "I'm going to the regional ComicCon for the weekend at the end of the month. You should come with me."
In the context of Sir's news, I took that as more of an order than an invitation; still, sounded like it could be fun. I knew that James did the circuit of conventions, so he'd know what was interesting there. And at least I had a month's notice. I wasn't really planning on taking any time off over the holidays, so I had some days available, and I figured I'd be able to get that weekend off.
* * *
To my surprise I felt a little wobbly when Tuesday came around, mostly because I literally had no idea what to expect. I should be prepared for sex, I figured -- that was the implied goal of the whole thing, but I realized I didn't really have any idea what Tony was into. Although my friends used to try and embarrass me by talking about what I used to think of as "gay stuff", Tony had kept mostly quiet in those sessions.
So I was definitely feeling unusual as he let me into his condo -- awkward, but with the buzz of anticipation I'd been feeling when Sir had sent me out into the unknown.
"Nice to see you," he said, opening the door with a smile. At least I was being received with friendly enthusiasm. Tony was tall and gangly with short, sandy hair. He did something at the one of the big banks, something vaguely financial that I could never keep straight. It definitely meant he could afford a nice place, in the fortieth floor a new tower with a sweeping view of the city.
"Good news for you," he said with a smile. "I'm taking you out for dinner!"
That was not the opening I was expecting. "But there's actually one thing we should take care of first."
He unzipped his fly. "Would you be okay with giving me a blowjob?"
More out of force of habit than anything, I dropped to my knees and crawled the few steps over to him. His hand was about to reach into his pants, but I gently pulled it aside and did that for him, fishing out his cock and balls. His cock was exactly the kind that made me drool, his tight foreskin tracing the shape of his cockhead and tapering to a puckered point.
I leaned in and started licking at his balls, which were shaved clean, as I let my hand play with his cock. Then, gripping the top of it, I swept the underside back and forth across my lips a few times, giving it light kisses up one side and down the other. My fingers pinched to retract his foreskin, then pulled it back into place. I repeated that gesture a dozen times, jerking his cockhead, and then squeezed gently. I was rewarded with a drop of clear precome, and I licked at it, then pulling back his foreskin again to lick all around his head. I still wasn't really sure yet how to "read" a guy to see if he preferred to have his foreskin back or his glans covered, but Tony's cock was getting hard so things seemed to be going okay like this.
After licking his shaft a little more, I started properly sucking him, moving my hands to his hips and engulfing about half his length and working my head up and down. That brought him to full attention, so I pulled off for a moment and leaned back to admire his cock. He looked to be a solid six inches, and his cock had a subtle downward curve. It looked like it wanted to go right down my throat like that, so I put that to the test, taking in his full length and working my tongue on his shaft while I squished my nose to his belly until I felt my stomach flutter.
Then I pulled back and did my best to deep throat him, feeling his cock pushing in and out of the ring of my throat as I involuntarily made a
gek-gek-gek
half-choking sound. Again, I could only do that for so long before I had to pull back, spitting a giant wad of saliva along the length of his cock.
"I'm glad I got to do that
before
dinner," I said, looking up to look him in the eyes for a few seconds before going back to shallower bobbing with more intense mouth suction.
Tony was definitely responding, and it felt like it wasn't going to take too long before he'd hit the point of no return. Although usually with Sir I'd never bring my hands back into play without being told to, here I decided the vibe was okay for me to move my left hand over and gently squeeze at his balls as I kept working on his shaft.
That little experimental improvisation paid off a minute later as I felt his balls twitching. I pulled back and just kept my mouth wrapped around his cockhead, tongue working away at his glans. I felt something oozing against my tongue, so I opened my mouth as wide as possible and leaned back, so Tony would be able to watch the rest of his semen surging into my mouth. After a half-dozen spurts his cock was still, so I leaned back until his cock was released, closed my mouth, and gave myself a moment to swirl his come over my tongue. It tasted like butter and vanilla, and it went down with no bitter aftertaste at all.
"Wow," I said, again making eye contact. "Your come is delicious."
Without waiting for a response, I leaned back in to lick his cock clean, restoring his foreskin so I didn't linger too much on an overly-sensitive spot and licking him up and down until he took a half-step back.
"You... you can really suck cock," he said.
"It's sort of like I've been taking a continuing education course for the past couple months," I replied.
Tony held his hand out and helped me back to a standing position. There was a mirror over by his entryway, and we both moved over there, examining ourselves. We were neither of us worse for wear, though I did have one wet spot on the right side of my chest, though it looked to be saliva and not semen, so I figured it would dry out okay.
"Shall we?" Tony said, gesturing to the door.
We took a short walk to a French bistro that was in his neighborhood, and right from the start there was a particular aspect to the way Tony was behaving. It took me a while to put my finger on it, as he pulled out my chair and ordered wine for us. He refused the menus and also ordered for us as well (in fairly passable French, even!) and then I put my finger on it.
Are we... are we on a date?
Once I had that realization, I could tell from Tony's behavior and body language that he was definitely acting like he was on a date. On the other hand, I was also having a really nice time. Tony and I had never really hung out on our own before, and when we did hang out, the tempo was usually set by James and Edward. But it turned out we were had more in common than I had realized, and the conversation was actually flowing really naturally.
Without really meaning to, by the time we were done dinner, I realized I was really leaning into my having-a-nice-time-on-a-date routine.
Well, I did intend to put out in any case
.
When we were done, Tony excused himself to go pay the bill, and I took a moment to check my phone. I was surprised to see I had a text from the number that sent me my video instructions reading, "BE READY TO GO BY 6 AM TOMORROW."