I'm a married bi white male who has long had a fascination with B&D and S&M. A number of years ago, my wife and I began Dom/sub play and we were fortunate enough to become acquainted with a r/t Master who took us under His wing and mentored us both in our respective roles of Dominant and submissive. While His teachings were geared towards us as a couple, what I learned from Him has helped me when I finally succumbed to my fantasies and urges and had my first homosexual experience about five years ago.
I advertised a number of times on Craigslist seeking an inexperienced ( more or less like myself ) bi curious, submissive married man. It took some time to find what I really wanted and I refrained from the temptation to settle for less than what I really wanted and expected. I met several guys for coffee but never met a guy who I wanted to share my first time with. I was picky but I had never stepped out of my marriage vows before although my wife and I did try swinging and it was during those experiences that I finally came to terms with the fact that I was not at all totally straight, even though I really wanted to be. I experienced same sex touching and ate another man's cum for the first time out of his gorgeous wife's just fucked pussy and the taste of the two of them combined was wonderful. We had one couple that we used to get together with and in retrospect, I now know ( or strongly suspect ) that they were both bi and they were working on seducing and turning both my wife and myself. Things went sideways and that was the end of that.
Fast forward about twelve years and our sex life at home was on the skids. I turned to masturbation as my main source of release and my fantasies and the porn that I would watch and read was mostly bi or lesbian but I was slowly drawn more and more to gay, first time porn and my fantasies became more m/m and less and less m/f or m/mf. The urges grew stronger as did the desire to experience the touch of another man and I decided that a submissive guy might just be what I really needed and had wanted for quite some time.
As I said, I advertised a few times but never seemed to find the right guy until I received an email from a married professional guy who worked locally and who sounded interesting. While most guys just wanted to meet and get it on and had no interest in meeting face to face first, this guy asked for that and his request really sparked my interest. We met several days later for coffee and though he insisted that he was not gay or even really bi, what he wanted was someone who would use and humiliate him. he was ( is ) happily married but his career is such that he just needed to relinquish control of his life as a form of stress relief and doing it in a sexual context was how he wanted to do it. he is very straight looking and acting and masculine and no one who knows him would ever imagine what he really is deep down inside. During our initial meeting, he told me that he really would prefer a woman to tie him and do things to him and mostly degrade and humiliate him but this is a pretty tight knit area and people like to talk - especially women, so when he saw my ad, he figured he would give me a try.
I'm not sure what it was about him, but my gut feeling by the time we parted that day, was that he was more bi than he could admit to himself and that I had just met my first totally gay experience. I told him before we parted that I wanted him to hand write two lists - one of what his expectations were and another of what his limits were and what he was not interested in doing and he would hand them to me in person the next day. He gave me his cell number and I gave him mine and told him to call me when he had the lists ready.
He called the next day and I drove to where he worked and we walked outside and he gave me the lists. As when we first met, he reminded me that he really wasn't bi but he just wanted to be humiliated and degraded. I smiled inwardly because his insistence somehow indicated to me that like most of us initially, he was having a difficult time acknowledging just what it was that he really wanted deep down inside. His lists were straight forward and honest enough and his tastes and dislikes matched my own quite well. Severe pain and physical abuse, and anal sex was off the shelf and oral was at best questionable as far as he was concerned, but he had no objection to total nudity and being touched. He was quite nervous when he handed me the lists and I wondered if he really would follow through.
A few days later, we were in his pickup driving back into the hills to a remote spot that he knew of. It was a warm and sunny early September day and we were totally at ease with each other. I had brought a bag of rope and toys and they lay on the seat between us and it felt surprisingly natural to know that soon, the man beside me would be kneeling naked before me and I would touch his most intimate parts that he said only his wife had touched and have my cock in his hands and likely his virgin mouth.
Things went smoothly and flowed in a very natural way once we left the truck and walked to a small clearing in the dense forest. There was a definite connection between us and I applied what I had been taught by my mentor and took things slowly and in a way so as to allow him time to begin to develop some trust in me and an assurance that his limits would be respected.
I ordered him to strip and I remained fully clothed and that seemed to help him relax, lower his protective mechanism and fears and enter into his submissive mode easier.
We were there for three hours during which I placed a dog collar and leash around his neck as he knelt before me for the first time. He was first instructed as to how to address me and how I expected him to obey and the safe word was established. Working slowly with him and introducing him to things that were on
his wish list and basically, just respecting his limits at all times really made the experience special for the both of us. Though I consider myself to be a Dominant, I am not hard core although my tastes have evolved over the last few years - but I was fully aware that how I conducted myself would either frighten him away once we were done or begin his conversion from a straight married, faithful husband to a bisexual submissive boi who would almost certainly ( I sensed more and more as things progressed ) become a willing cock sucker on an ongoing basis.
Some guys seem to like to just get right into it and have sex just to cum. That isn't me at all. I like the seduction and the drawing in of a new convert and seeing his body shudder under my touch and hear his little animal sounds as he allows me to take him to places in his mind that he never knew existed. I derive much if not most, of my pleasure from seeing my playmate react to new things in a positive way and sometimes, the pleasure that I derive just from pleasing him makes an orgasm not even necessary because the satisfaction is more in my mind where it really matters than in a simple few seconds of blinding pleasure as I ejaculate.
He became My first and still favorite boi that day up there in the hills. He found that telling me that he is a faggot and My whore turned him on just as kneeling on all fours and experiencing the kiss of my riding crop on his bare ass was sweeter than he could ever have imagined. He was surprised, he related later that he loved having his cock and balls slapped, bound and abused. Being naked in front of another man who was fully clothed added to the experience and finally, as things were drawing to a close, he was kneeling before me wearing his collar and I had his leash in my hand. He readily and sincerely confessed to wanting to be Daddy's bitch and personal little whore and though his head was bowed, I knew that he kept looking at the front of my pants.
I asked him what he was looking at and he replied, Nothing, Sir".
"Would Daddy's little faggot/whore like to see its Daddy's cock?"
There was no hesitation, but a soft, "Yes Sir".
"What does Master's faggot want? Tell Him." I spoke in a quiet and yet stern voice.
"faggot would please like to see Master's cock - Sir"
I sighed as if I was giving in to a spoiled child and spoke in a tone that implied that, "oh, all right then..go ahead if that will make you happy".
In that tone of voice, I told him that if he wanted to see it, then he had to undo Master's pants - using only his teeth to undo my zipper. There was no argument or hesitation and he bent forward and worked at getting my zipper undone and then he stopped, awaiting further instructions and my permission to go further.
I told him to use his hands and undo my pants and pull them down, but not my underwear. In seconds, I felt the warm early Fall sunlight on my bare legs and I told him to lean forward and smell my sex and then to rub his face against the cloth covered bulge as i was starting to harden. he obeyed and after perhaps two minutes of this, he was instructed to pull my underwear down - using only his mouth. This did two things - it caused him to have his face in my genital area and to inhale the smell of another man’s arousal as I was soaking wet and there was a wet spot the size of a silver dollar on the front of my underwear. I instructed him to lick that wet spot before removing my underwear and he tasted another man's juices for the very first time. So now the sense of smell was accompanied by the sense of taste and his eyes beheld the bulge that told him of my arousal. As he struggled to remove my shorts, the sense of touch was also put into play as he felt the skin of my groin and my pubic hair against his face and then there was that bulge that kept rubbing against his cheek.
the second thing that having him try to perform my disrobing with his mouth did was to help enforce his submissive role and implant in his mind the fact that his place with me is to serve and obey. He struggled trying to obey until I finally, in a false irritated tone of frustration, told him to just use his hands. My underwear joined my pants around my ankles in seconds and he knelt there gazing at my precum drooling, uncut cock.
"Fascinating." One word spoken softly and in a tome of wonder.
I looked down. "What's fascinating, boi?"
"I haven't ever seen an uncircumcised cock, Sir"
"Touch it".
I watched his hand slowly rise to touch my velvet soft foreskin and he took my cock in his fingers and lifting and turning it, he examined it in wonder as a large drop of clear juices oozed from my piss hole and began to drop towards the ground.
"Catch that! use your mouth.."
Without hesitation, he bowed and his tongue swiped out to catch the large drop and he tasted me for real for the first time. he licked his lips and clearly, his brain was deciding that this new taste was one that it liked.
"So how does your Master taste, boi?"
"Good, Sir. He tastes good".
"Want some more?"
"Yes Sir", came the immediate reply.
"Lick the end, boi. My cardinal rule, faggot, is that My juices must never be wasted. They are to always be ingested and become a part of you. Understand?"
His tongue was already busy licking the foreskin covered end of my cock and based onhis enthusiasm, I knew that a cock sucker had just been born.
"What would My little faggot boi like to do with that?"
"Suck it, Sir."
"Really?",, in a mocking voice.
"Mmmm..yes, Sir" - between licks.
"How badly does My boi want to suck its Master's cock"
"Badly, Sir".
I smiled to myself. He was right where I had sensed when we met, that he would be.
"Beg."
"Sir?"
"I said, beg, boi. Beg to suck Daddy's cock and become a true fucking faggot boi!" My tone was a bit harsh with a hint of annoyance.
"Please, Sir - may your boi suck your cock - please?" he was still licking my piss hole which peered out from behind my foreskin and holding my cock between thumb and forefinger.
"Oh all right then. It's the real reason that you wanted to come here anyways, isn't it?"
He hesitated and then, as if somewhat humiliated at finally being exposed and feeling ashamed of himself, he softly replied, "Yes Sir. I suppose that it was the underlying reason... He bent forward with his mouth open but I stopped him.
"I'm going to teach you how to properly start to suck an uncut cock, boi. Listen carefully.."
"Yes, Sir"
"Use your lips and wrap them around the end of Daddy’s cock and grip His foreskin.. gently use your teeth and roll the foreskin back.. do it slowly and if you bite, you’ll receive more stripes on that sweet little ass of yours - understand?"
He nodded his head and did as I instructed. Seconds later, he had rolled my foreskin back exactly as I taught him and he was sucking cock for the first time. They say that body language never lies and his actions as he knelt there told me that he had found something that he had likely wanted for a long time. He struggled with gag reflexes for a the first little bit until I cooed softly that I liked My boi to take his time and get used to his Daddy's cock. I gently massaged his hair and scalp and let him take his time to get used to this new unnatural invader to his mouth and before long, my new convert was doing a great job and clearly enjoying it. I softly praised his efforts and told him that he was going to make such a good cock sucker and slave and my words only made seemed to make him try harder to prove his worth as a potential slave and boi. I told him that I'd make him My boi and My bitch and that I'd teach him to suck and be a good faggot and that he would be Daddy's own personal little bitch and whore.. He gurgled happily around my hard, drooling cock and I somehow sensed that it was time to begin to lock him in forever and to begin the process that I was taught to make a this once straight, respectable married man a cock addict – a cum dump – a lifelong cock sucker.
"Does Daddy's faggot boi want to cum?"
"Mph mphh".. his head nodded as it bobbed back and forth on my modest but able six thick, hard inches.
“Ask Daddy to let you cum, bitch.”
He pulled his head back, letting my stiff, precum oozing prick bob free from his mouth. “Please, Sir – can your boi cum?” He instantly resumed his sucking.
“Beg!”, I said in a louder, stern voice.
My cock was freed from it’s warm, wet and pleasurable face cunt and he said in a trembling, pleading voice, “Please Master. Please may your faggot boi cum.. he needs it so badly..” his voice was definitely whining and his begging was for real.
"Jerk yourself off then. Jerk off and cum for your Daddy as you suck His cock.. suck like Daddy likes His bitch to suck.. Daddy’s gonna turn you into His fagg
ot boi,, you like that – don’t you --- boi?”
"Mmmmmmmpphh mmmmmmmmpph” It was the response that I knew would be coming as he fed on another man’s cock for the first time with surprising skill for a new convert to gay sex..
“What would your pretty wife think if she saw you now, kneeling there like a fucking homo jerking your pathetic dicklet as you suck another man off?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm” he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Right now, in the heat of his new found cock lust, nothing really mattered. I knew there would be guilt after for the both of us as this was my first foray into totally gay sex as well but we’d both deal with that later. All that mattered right then was that moment and I think that he knew by that time that this was not going to be a one time thing. I know that I knew right at that point that I am probably more gay than bi and I have since learned to accept that and live with it. I still like women and pussy but I’d now actually rather be in a Session with a submissive man than be balls deep in a cunt.
My new boi needed no further encouragement and as he sucked me, he stroked himself with abandon, his hand stroking his cock rapidly and with such force that there had to be some pain. But if there was, it only added to his pleasure
.I should explain that my goal with having him cum with his mouth full of cock was to begin the process of establishing in his mind, a definite connection between having a cock in his mouth and his own sexual release and pleasure - something that a lot of gay/bi Tops never consider or realize is vital with a somewhat unsure and slightly reluctant new boi. So much of D/s, B&D and even S&M is actually in the mind and not so much physical even though most people seem to think that it is strictly ( no pun intended ) all about physical sensations – which it isn’t. But that’s another subject for another time.
When he spurted his sizeable load - which didn't take long, I ordered him to catch his load in his other hand and as he filled his open palm with his cum, he sucked voraciously and hungrily, his eyes closed in ecstacy, moaning around my hard meat. Once he had finished cumming, I directed him to stop sucking and lap up his own load which he did with eagerness and enthusiasm before taking me in his mouth again for a brief period and after licking me clean of precum, Our first – but certainly not last – session was over.
We got together on an ongoing basis for the next two years before “stuff” in my life complicated things and I had to step away. This crisis in my life is nearly over and I will be contacting him to see if he wants to pick up the pieces and carry on. I am assuming that unless he is seeing someone else, he will be very receptive and we’ll have lots of fun together. His transformation from who he was when we met and what he became open to was staggering. All I will say is that he, like myself, is leaning much more towards gay than bi and he was ( is? ) a most willing, cooperative and eager student. And by the way, he always preferred to cum with my cock in his mouth after that first time. I recall how at the end of our last time together, he was laying on the bed masturbating as I knelt beside him pinching his nipples and tugging on his bound balls and he wanted to suck. He looked like a baby bird waiting for a worm as he lay there, his mouth open in frank invitation as he struggled to lift his head to take me into his face cunt. I fed him and let him nurse until he spurted his load across his belly and then, as I had taught him to do, he scooped up as much of his cum as he could and ate it as I watched.
He asked me if I needed to cum but I was satisfied and would wait until I was alone rather than have him feel obligated to return the pleasure that I had given. It was, up to that point in my life,, one of the most intense, gratifying sexual experiences of my life although our future times together would make this first time pale in comparison. I’m hard and wet as I type this and I have been wiping my precum up and eating it.. tastes so fucking good.. and the cock lust is so strong today. It makes me think that I’ll likely call My boi later today and get together for lunch one day in the next week and hopefully become involved with him again on a more permanent basis.
About a year and a half ago, My boi told me that he was fine with my seeking out another pet to play with as he knew that I wanted to get together more frequently than every few weeks. I did meet another guy – also a cherry boi and have broken him in as well. He was here several weeks ago and we played but that’s another story. I should just add that both bois know about each other and both have suggested without any prompting from me, a three way get together – two bois and their Daddy/Master. Both have discovered that they really enjoy CBT, so if it was to happen, I’d definitely be wishing that it could be video taped even though that would be a foolish thing to do given our places in the communities that we live in.
So yeah – I love being the Dom and I enjoy a submissive fag boi – a sissy might even be fun too. *smiles* By the way, both bois like and now on occasion wear panties since I introduced them to the sensations of the nylon against their flesh. Ain’t I a bad influence though??? *evil grin*
