My continued journey into exhibitionism and male to male sex. All names and locations have been changed to maintain anonymity. It does contain some elements of heterosexual activity but I feel it's an important part of my story. I hope it doesn't offend anyone reading. It also isn't full of sex. It's more background and build up. I am flattered by those who have chosen to read, comment, favourite or follow.
As I lay across Phillips desk quivering from his punishment, it felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me. I was in a state of complete euphoria. I couldn't understand how pain could turn to such a level of sexual pleasure. I hadn't even noticed he'd left the room until I heard his footsteps returning. Still holding the position he'd left me in, the sudden coolness of lotion hit my burning buttocks. Fuck they hurt but fuck it was glorious. His hands gently massaged the creamy liquid in to sooth my cheeks.
"I've rarely seen a man stay that stiff during a belting that hard David," he told me. "I can see by the amount of precum you've leaked how much you liked it." I'd stopped crying, but tears still filled my eyes. "You may have to think of another story to tell your coach because these cheeks have taken it hard," he said continuing to sooth me.
More lotion fell onto my skin and along the crack between my cheeks, running down to smother my scrotum. He massaged it in and caressed my balls, before pulling my cheeks open to run a finger over and around my anus. It immediately made me squirm with even more pleasure and yet another huge stream of precum fell from the tip of my erection. Even in my current state I tried to imagine the sight he was looking at. The fact that he felt he could ogle and touch me there was a massive head rush.
"What are you David?" he asked again.
"I'm dirty, show off cocksucker," I replied as he continued to rub his finger around my anus.
"Is that want you want David? To be my dirty show off cocksucker?" he asked.
I told him it was. I told him I wanted it more than words could express.
"Will you strip and tell me that whenever I ask you?" he asked as he very gently pushed a finger a short way inside me.
Oh my fucking God! My senses were exploding. My cock bucked like a fucking wild horse.
The words gushed out as I told him I would, whenever and wherever he asked. I struggle to remember the exact words that followed, but I do remember telling him I loved what he was doing to me. It was just a huge tangle of sentences about loving his cock, loving showing off and that this was exactly how I wanted to be treated. My head was a mess as I spluttered the words out, because all I could think of was his fingertip inside my anus. I'd have said anything to him at that moment.
He suddenly removed his fingertip and stood up, telling me to get into display position. I actually found it difficult to stand, taking me a few moments to gather my thoughts and balance. He sat back down behind the desk and recovered the file that he'd been writing in earlier. He picked up his pen and began scribbling again. "Pick the towel up and wank yourself off into it. Make sure you don't spill any of your spunk," he ordered as he dropped his pen and leaned back to watch.
As I picked up the towel I could feel my embarrassment rising. I held it in front of my cock and looking down, I began to stroke myself.
"Look at me David. I want you to look at me and tell me what you are," he told me "Keep repeating it until you cum."
I found this extremely humiliating as I looked at him and began repeating the words "I'm a dirty, show off cocksucker."
"Slower David," he said. So I slowed my hand down until he was satisfied. "Keep that rhythm until you cum," he told me.
It was a slow rhythm. Very slow, but I maintained it while saying the words. It felt strange at first, especially having to look at him. Embarrassing, humiliating yet highly exciting at the same time. The longer it went on the more I felt a connection with him and with the words I was repeating. I'd go so far as to say that it felt like I went into a trance like state, even timing the words with my movements. He kept eye contact with me the whole time without saying a word.
It probably took around 15 minutes before I felt the surge begin, but it felt a lot longer. I desperately wanted to speed up as I felt my balls tighten and the base of my urethra start to burn with the impending rush. I started to stutter the words as I tried to control myself and maintain the rhythm he'd set for me. It took an immense amount of effort. My body was shaking, the build up was so slow. Then I felt my cum rise and the release as it shot into the towel, completely out of sync with my hand movements. My body jerked, my balance faltered but I continued until it finally stopped.
Phillip watched until I recovered. Wow, it was intense. So intense. "Good lad," he smiled. "You're such a big spunker David. I do enjoy watching you cum. Put the towel down and get into display position."
I did what he told me. I could still feel my cock pulsing.
"Now. We won't be having any fun tomorrow David. Tracey will be here," he told me. "We have some issues to sort through. I didn't want you to be shocked when you see her."
I was still feeling the after effects of my orgasm, but told him I understood. It was obviously the reason he seemed preoccupied earlier, I thought.
"Go and get yourself cleaned up and I'll take you home," he told me.
I went to the bathroom. I was bitterly disappointed that he hadn't told me to suck his cock. In fact, it shocked me how disappointed I was. I washed my face and dried myself. I felt sorry he was having to deal with Tracey knowing how they'd been before she left. Maybe it was no wonder he wasn't feeling up to more fun.
I went back to the living room and got dressed as he finished writing in the file on his desk. Then we headed for car. As I sat down I got an instant reminder of how hard he'd belted me. God, my cheeks hurt so badly, but I felt a strange sense of pride too. Proud that I could take his punishment. Why was I feeling like that?
He was quiet on the journey home, but he did rest his hand on my thigh as we drove. When we pulled up he told me how happy he was with me. I swelled inside at those words. I told him how happy he made me then said I was sorry he had to see Tracey, but hoped it would go well. He told me not to worry about him, but thanked me all the same.
In bed that night I went through the evening's events. There was a definite change in our relationship I thought. Much more intense and the roles seemed to be getting more defined. Some of the images of the gay porn magazines he'd shown me crept into my mind. Particularly the second, more hardcore one. At the time I didn't really know much about the sub/Dom thing, but that magazine had specialised in it. The leather, the rubber, the bondage. It seemed to me that Phillip was moving our fun in that direction. The truth was, I liked the idea.
I remembered some of the photos and imagined Phillip and me doing the same things. Maybe I should say something to him to, I thought. Maybe I should just come right out with it and tell him I wanted him to control me like the photos in the magazine.
It also might be prudent to tell him about coach and what had happened. I certainly didn't want to lie to him, I knew that. But what if he didn't like it or maybe got jealous. Jealousy is a horrible emotion. I'd already experienced it myself with some of the girlfriends I'd had. I'd quickly made my mind up not to let myself feel it again. I might just be overthinking it though. Something I'm prone to doing.
I decided to see how things played out with Phillip and tell him my thoughts when the time seemed right.
I drifted off to sleep thinking of the fantasy of being watched by another man while sucking Phillip off......it was one of my favourites. I'd developed it somewhat too. Sometimes it was just one man, other times it was a large group of men. The fantasy had become quite detailed.
Friday came and flowed quickly until it was time to head out for my shift. I did wonder whether or not to wear underpants but chose not to. Phillip had given me that instruction after all. It shouldn't matter if no fun was planned. He'd told me not to, so I wouldn't.
I was nervous as I made my way. I didn't like Tracey. I didn't like the conflict she created and I certainly didn't like the way she treated me, Lewis or Phillip. Poor Lewis, I thought. He'll have had to put up with her being there for most of his shift I guessed.
When I got there Lewis was waiting. He'd stayed on to tell me "she" was there. I didn't let on that Phillip had forewarned me. She'd been there since about midday he told me. I asked him what it'd been like and was surprised to hear him say she'd been "nice as pie" He hadn't seen much of her but when he had, she'd been happy and pleasant. Nothing like when we'd last seen her. "Dressed up too,"he said. "Short skirt, nice blouse. She's even lost a bit of weight. Think she might have a new bloke," he laughed. He wished me good luck and off he went.
I started my shift and Phillip came to see me shortly afterwards. As always, he behaved like my employer and gave me a few tasks to do. Then Tracey appeared. My heart was pounding. I was very nervous. She chatted to Phillip, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. He seemed happy enough though. I saw that as a positive at least.
I remember exactly what she was wearing to this day. A white blouse that was low cut. It wasn't see through as such, but I could see the colour of the black bra underneath. It was tucked in to a short cotton red skirt that reached down to mid thigh, tan coloured tights or stockings and black high heels. Lewis was right about her weight. It definitely looked like she'd lost a few pounds, but not from her buttocks. If anything the weight loss seemed to accentuate the size of her cheeks all the more. The short skirt stretched tightly to contain her mammoth cheeks. Her hair was slightly shorter than before, reaching her shoulders, but was still bleached blonde.
