Sunday Humiliation
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in the lead up to Christmas. I was on xhamster, watching a gorgeous dominant she male putting her boi toy through his paces, and obviously wishing it was me in his place.
i decided to call a gay chat line I had used before, you tend to find there are few genuine callers on there, it’s mostly married guys wanting to wank themselves off while they talk to a gay guy
Hpwever, I have had a certain amount of luck on there, so I decided I’d give it a go.
after a few minutes I heard a message from a guy in a town called Tring, about 20 miles from me, who said he was a Dom looking for a sub. This could be promising. I immediately messaged him with my stats and location, and waited.
when he didn’t message back I was disappointed, but thought he was just the usual type of phone wanker you get on those lines. When his intro came up again I sent another message. This time he came back immediately.
“”I ignored you the first time, just to see how genuine you were. But in messaging me again, it shows you really do want to be used. How soon can you get here boy?”
i said id be about 25 mins, and he gave me very specific instructions
“you are to wear only shoes, tracksuit trousers, and a jacket. I don’t expect you to wear anything else, particularly not any women’s clothes, I hate that. You are to park your car on the street, and stand by the phone box. If I desire to use you, I will ring the phone and tell you where to go. If I don’t ring after ten minute, you’re no good to me so just fck off home”
fuck! That wasn’t what I expected, but obviously, being a good little sub, I complied. I stripped down, and put on blue adidas tracksuit bottoms, a pair of blu trainers and a zip up jacket, jumped in the car and sped over there as quick as I could. I found somewhere to park, and walked across to the phone box. I was trying to look at the houses and see if anyone was looking at me, but I couldn’t really see. Even though I was quite scared, I was still very horny, and a big wet patch had developed on my tracky bottoms. This was just plain embarrassing, there was no hiding it, so I hope no one walked by.
After almost ten minutes, I was contemplating going back to the car when the phone rang. My heart raced and my stomach was tuning over. I lifted the receiver and before I could speak, a voice said “you look like a cheap rent boy, and the precum on you tracky bottoms is a dead giveaway that you’re a little faggot. Now put the phone down and turn around”
directly opposite i could see him standing at the open front door. He beconed me over and then went inside
I got the the door, and he was sitting in an armchair, fully clothed in trousers, a white shirt with all the buttons open, and a pair of Doc Martins with about 20 lace holes.
“get stripped and crawl over here” I quickly pulled off my trainers,mtracky bottoms and pulled my jacket over my head. I crawled over to him as he laughed “you pathetic faggot, you’re in the company of a real man now”
he told me to lick to soles of his boots and he said that puts him totally in control and that I’m his pathetic toy now.
he pulled out a glistening 8″ tool, a real mans cock not like my pathetic 6 inches.,and told me suck it. As I was doing this he told me to fuck his boot, like when a dog tries to ride your leg. I obviously complied and this just made him laugh even more. He made me lick the precum off his boots and then resume sucking him off. The whole time ge was laughing at me telling me what a pointless faggot I am. This made me cry, which made him laugh even more
i had to crawl to the kitchen where he told me to lay down across the kitchen table, face down Arse up. He then spanked me with ten brutal hand slaps.
“more of that later queer boy” he snarled
then he went upstairs and was gone for twenty minutes. He returned and brought with him some condoms and some lube.
“Queer boy, I’m gonna fuck you now, just to see if you’re any good,many if you are, you’ll be back in the new year to entertain me and two of my friends”
he lubed me up, and smashed his giant cock straight into me, it hurt so much I cried again, but he kept on pounding until I almost passed out. As soon as he came, he told me to fuck off
i crawled back to front door, pulled my clothes back on and limped to my car. I felt like I’d been brutally attacked and once in my car could only cry. After a few minutes, I composed myself and drove back home
as soon as I got in, i dropped my tracky bottoms and furiously wanked myself. Within a minute I orgasmed, but it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had
lqter on he messaged me and said I was allowed to come and entertain his friends in the new year
…I can’t wait