Hey everyone, just wanted to thank you all for the feedback! Your encouraging words motivate me and your pointers for improvement fuel my desire to work on my writing. I'm a novice writer, so please be patient with me! I've taken on the feedback provided and I hope the quality of my writing reflects that.
Sorry for the long break. Life just got really busy!
I'll definitely work on the names. For clarity, the boyfriend is Ethan Pierce, Paul Nelson is the son and Michael Nelson is the dad (Ethan occasionally feminises them as Pauline and Michelle). Thomas isn't a character. The dad used to be called Thomas but I just couldn't think of a feminine version of Thomas so I changed it to Michael. Helen Nelson is the dead mom.
I understand that the whole humiliation, degradation and specifically, skinny nobody dominating a bigger masculine man, isn't for everyone. It's niche for sure, but it gets me so hot. I haven't seen many stories that had "bigger submissives", so I thought I'd give it a shot. If you have story recommendations, I'd love to read them!
Regarding my story being unrealistic, it's fair criticism. What I was trying to accomplish was establish Ethan as painfully average to make Michael's submission even more humiliating. I tried to play into the "bigger submissive" idea. Ethan isn't buff or hung, but he doesn't need to be for the Nelsons to submit to him. I think my story benefits from some suspension of disbelief, it is fantasy, afterall. But, you're right, the story could be more realistic. I will try to 'fix' the first chapter by adding more depth in future chapters.
Other than that, I'm loving the private messages of your sexy encounters. Keep them coming, thanks for reading. :)
Lex
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I stood in the shower and stared at the razor in my palm. I knew what needed to be done but I couldn't bring myself to actually do it.
A boy becomes a man the day he gets his first chest hair. I remembered how I ran to my own father to show him my first, and how proud he was of me. That was years ago, and my lone hair was now part of a whole forest of fur that covered my chest. What would my father think of me if he saw me now, shaving it all away after I was defiled by a man half my age, I wondered.
The razor looked daunting. I understood what it'd mean to shave myself smooth, I would be surrendering to Ethan.
The once warm shower turned cold as I stared. The shower's boiler had emptied while I stood, no closer to finishing then when I started. I felt chilled to the bone and started shivering from the cold.
"What's wrong, baby? Need a man to teach you to shave?" Ethan taunted, causing me to jump. The buzz of all my thoughts deafened me to the outside world and I didn't hear him enter the bathroom. I instinctively reached to cover myself, which resulted in a chuckle from him. He leaned against the vanity and took a sip of the beer I gave him. The man who had defiled me moments ago now had a front row view of my further emasculation, and he was loving every second of it.
"I, uh." I stammered without an ounce of confidence left in me. I was naked and shivering, about to shave myself to please the man who stood in front of me, fully clothed and wielding all the power. I looked down to my hand cupping my crotch and sighed a breath of defeat, releasing the hand covering my modesty. I looked up and pleaded with my eyes. "I don't think I can do it."
Ethan understood what I was asking of him and nodded. He placed his can down and walked forward, taking the razor into his hand. With a smooth stroke, he took a thick line of hair down the centre of my pecs. If someone saw the scene play out, it'd be comical. A short, skinny boy, shaving a hairy, muscular man. But if only they saw what unfolded in the living room, they'd understand how vulnerable I felt in his presence.
"You need to stop shivering or I'll cut you." He whispered tenderly. A moment of kindness. His words oddly soothed me, and my shivering slowed as he made his way across my chest, before moving down to my abdomen. Helen used to find my happy trail so sexy. I remembered how I used to pretend to stretch and lift the front of my shirt to tease her. The memory felt distant as Ethan cleared my trail.
He grabbed my crotch gently but firmly, pulling my penis down to expose the skin. He moved to my testicles and I felt his strength in his grip. I took shallow breaths and embraced myself, feeling more vulnerable than I already was. The essence of my manhood was cupped neatly in his palm, in his control. If he felt like it, he could squeeze my balls and I would topple instantly, but he shaved nonchalantly, as if he had done this a million times. Despite being gay, he had no interest in what I had to offer. I was definitely more endowed than he was, but he didn't pay it any more attention than the strokes of the razor. I soon understood why.
"Turn around, get on your knees and lean forward. Pull your slutty ass cheeks apart."
I gulped and did as I was told, feeling more exposed than I had ever felt in my life. My hole was unguarded, and the position I was in made me feel like I was offering the most delicate part of myself to this man. I felt vulnerable.
"Sweet, virgin pussy. I can't wait to destroy this hole." He cooed, slapping my cheeks with his empty palm.
The cold razor surprised me, but I held as still as I could. Partly because I didn't want any cuts, but also because Ethan had told me before and I didn't want to disappoint him.
"Whenever I tell you to present your pussy for inspection, this is the position I expect from my bitches." He commanded, his finger teasing my entrance lazily. I embraced myself for penetration, but he had other ideas.
"Yes, daddy." I gulped.
"Good girl." He dragged, content with how quickly I had submitted to him. It was strange, but his words had an effect on me. I felt pride from his praises, and I took every opportunity presented to show him how badly I wanted to please him.
He got me back on my feet and his razor eventually made its way down to my feet. He turned the shower off and stood back, taking a look at his handiwork. Like fresh livestock, I presented myself with my hands behind my back, standing at ease like how I used to back in the military. Except I was serving my country then. I was serving my son's boyfriend now.
"Pussy inspection." He commanded.
"Yes, daddy." I repeated, dropping a little too quickly and felt my knees hit the floor hard. It was going to be bruised tomorrow, but I didn't care. The rush I felt from serving him numbed the pain, and only fueled my need to get into position for inspection. I stretched my cheeks as far as they could, feeling the slight sting from pulling too hard.
"Delicious, pink hole. It looks so much better now without all that hair covering it up." Ethan whispered as he trailed the tight slit of my entrance. "Hair is for men; you were a silly faggot for thinking you were one. I can't wait to turn it into a loose pussy and turn you into a proper cumwhore."
His casual trailing finger reignited my arousal as he stimulated me. The tingling feeling spanned from my hole down to the head of my penis, despite it not being touched at all. His cruel degradation was addicting and the idea of being used by this man excited me. To be his cumwhore, abused so often that my hole would loosen to fit his size and further accommodate him.
"Where's your lube?" He asked, pulling me from my thoughts. He retrieved it and felt the cooling gel coat me and winced when I felt the pressure of his intrusion.
"I'm only doing this for you because it's your first time. I expect my bitches pre-lubed so I can stick it in like a real pussy." He pressed on, ignoring my pain. He stopped when his knuckles brushed my bare cheeks and I felt myself pulsing against his whole index finger. He wriggled his fingers and almost came on the spot when he started brushing it against my prostate.
