Category: gay bdsm
What preceeded:
His teeth knead my nipple and my hands grab the leather of his jacket ... slide down and discover that his tight buttocks are also covered in leather pants. Oh fuck ... it's getting hotter and I feel more and more helpless and out of control.
I am wedged between him and a wall and cannot move as long as my nipples are at his mercy.
Then I feel his leather hand pushing back on the skin around my nipple to keep me under control. His teeth come loose and he wipes the nipple dry with his leather glove. Attentive. Or...? No ... not so much thoughtful, but a next step: while one leather hand presses me against the wall, he places a clamp on my nipple with the other. More violent than his fingers, more violent than his teeth, the teeth of the clamp in my nipple bite.
I almost collapse from impotence and horniness.
Then - for the first time - I hear his cold voice, whispering: "Well done, little bitch, give your nipples to me. Give them to your new owner. I know what's good for them, cum slut!"
Under the influence of nipple treatment, I feel totally powerless. I have lost any control over my body, because he plays and manipulates me like an instrument. His cold eyes read my physical reactions like a device manual and see his fingers hitting target. That his new slut is completely focused on his power and can't escape the grip he's gotten into. Wedged in agony.
I feel his leather gloved fingers pull my nipples down and force me to my knees. My emotions bounce up and down: I panic, but at the same time I know I have to go through this, I feel a throbbing cock in my tight pants. Yet..? How dangerous is this? Isolated in the darkest corner of a pub, out of sight of other visitors and helpless in the grip of this leatherlad, while I am forced to my knees?
But it is no longer a choice: I am already stuck on my knees, driven into a corner and clamped with powerful legs whose knees push me motionlessly deeper into the corner. A moment later I feel warm meat pressed against my face and I hear his command: "open your whore's mouth, bitch".
A fraction of a moment later my mouth is filled. It's so dark I can't see anything, but this must be his dick immediately taking over my entire mouth and even starting to pierce my throat. My hands clasp around me but I feel nothing but firm male calves in tight leather, tight buttocks, also in leather ... and a full weight of a leather body that forces his dick where I struggle to process it.
The little resistance that I can still muster melts away in the realization that this is the treatment that I could never imagine, but that I have always deeply longed for.
"Stick your tongue under my foreskin and serve! Clean my glans!" is his stern command. My tongue searches its way, as far as it is still possible with such a mouthful, and finds the opening of its foreskin. I push the tip of my tongue in. At the same time as I am frightened by the rotten cheese flavor and want to pull my tongue back, I can feel his body weight pushing harder. Instead of my tongue tip leaving the foreskin again, it goes deeper under the foreskin. I feel goosebumps on my arms at the idea of this filthy experience, but at the same time I realize this is my place: giving him pleasure under his foreskin, living in the midst of his filth and tainted Alpha-Seed.
I accept his filth and twist my tongue around his penis. While I'm at it, my mind flashes how I'm sitting here. Deeply humiliated, clamped, tainted AlphaSeed of a completely unknown man on my tongue and even in my stomach. I realize that I am rapidly losing all my pride and dignity and being relegated to a whore, an object. Then I feel the pressure decrease slightly, his penis is removed from my whore's mouth. I breathe a sigh of relief, but the next command comes down coldly: "open your mouth!" I open it wide to allow the penis again, but then I feel a huge ball sack being pushed against my slave's mouth. Too big to put in my mouth whole, I guess. But that thinking only takes a short time, because under the pressure of tightened nipple clamps, mouth muscles can suddenly facilitate much further. Two seconds later, his entire scrotum is in my mouth. I can only - with difficulty - breathe through my nose. "Massage my balls with your tongue, seed whore! Let your Master enjoy. Yeah!..." I can hear him moan as I stroke his hard balls with my tongue. They taste like a combination of men's sweat and leather. I feel his balls getting tighter and harder and I panic a bit. How much can I take without choking? I also hear his breath quicken as his one leather gloved hand behind my head forces me further over his scrotum while the other hand still keeps my nipples under control via the nipple clamps on a chain and thus activates me to slavishly lick his balls to enjoy. I feel his body pressing against me less, while at the same time his body seems to become more unstable. His hands come around my mouth forcing me to slip his scrotum out of my mouth. In the same movement, his penis is pushed back in and a beam of sticky stuff billows into my mouth. Goddamn, what kind of gross is this? But before I even wonder, I know he's dumping his Alpha Seed in my mouth. Of course I sometimes jerked myself off, but the amount of seed that this yielded is in no proportion to the mouth full of Alpha seed that I now have to process. I tremble at the idea of being so fertilized while at the same time disgusted by the taste and stickiness of that seed. Since his penis is still in my mouth, I have little choice but to swallow his cum as well. Filthy this: swallowing cum from a complete stranger. And have no control over that at all. How low can I sink? I came from a neat family, and wasn't I brought up nicely? But here I am lower than a cunt slut. I feel low and completely out of control. I have to get out of here because this is going too far. But the humiliation and degradation is not complete yet. Another wave of moisture fills my mouth. Bitter. Even before I can realize that he is pissing in my slave mouth, he already clamps both hands behind my head. There is no escaping it. More and more piss is coming in. "Accept it and swallow, bitch!" One of his leather hands moves to my neck, just in time to feel me swallow his first wave of Master Piss, accepting my complete degradation. It is so low, so beyond all boundaries, that all resistance is broken. Greedily I accept wave after wave of his bitter piss. There is no turning back. He's got a complete hold of me.
When he's finally pissed out and I'm still crouched and willlessly sit between his leather thighs, he dries his dick on my white shirt and pushes the shirt in my face. It stinks of a strong piss smell. This is not possible!! I still have to go home! But I don't know yet that the way of going home and the time when will be one of my least concerns. He pulls me up and I stagger on my legs, completely overwhelmed by what happened to me. His leather gloved hand pushes my face up against the wall by my chin. I am still in his grip.
"Open your slave mouth, bitch!" As soon as I open my mouth he spits a dirty blob of mucus into my mouth, showing how great his control is over me, because I docile accept it. The nipple clamps are still gripping my fragile flesh and I feel more helpless by the minute. One of his gloved hands reaches into his jacket pocket. In the darkness I don't really see what is happening, but suddenly I feel his hand under my nose and at the same time a strong scent pours in. "Sniff" is the only command he gives and since all resistance is already broken, I do so immediately, without hesitation. The scent drips in. I inhale three more times. What is this? What is happening here? Suddenly I feel my humility, my fornication and servitude increase. I want to go even deeper ... and press myself against his leather body. Yeah! That's it my whore! Surrender to me. I knew you were a little whore and submissive slut, but here's the proof! And again that leather gloved hand comes under my nose. The sensation I just had was so bonkers that I snorted greedily, like a junkie, an addict. The leatherlad grins hornily in my direction; I can see it and tell it by his gleaming white teeth. "yeah horny cum whore. This is what you want right? Nasty cum dump, you were born for this, little bitch of mine."
One hand is still under my nose, and his other leather gloved hand is on my neck, gripping my head in place. More and more I inhale. What does this do to me? Why does this make me so horny and super slutty and obedient? Unsteady on my feet and standing alone by the grace of me being trapped in the corner by his leather body. What is happening to me and the effort it takes to stay upright, barely register his hands sticking alternately in my trouser pockets on the sides of my body. I'm so captivated that I don't even care he cold steel i feel inthere. Because at the same time I can feel his mouth sucking into my neck. Anyone who experiences that for the first time knows how that action can make you completely defenseless: like a prey for a vampire. "Open your mouth, slut and let me feed you!" I obediently do what he demands immediately. I am already a willless instrument. Three gore blobs of slime are gagged into my mouth. "Swallow and put your hands in your pockets," he orders me. Without thinking, I put my hands in my trouser pockets and a moment later his hands also follow in my trouser pockets. I am so groggy with what he put under my nose that I docile and slavishly do what he tells me to do.
Cold leather on my hands, cold steel near my wrists. His hands grab my wrists. I hear very brief rattles up to twice, but I am hardly aware of it. His hands leave my pockets and I want to take my hands out of my pockets to feel all that horny leather of his. But only then do I feel that it is not working ... That my hands are trapped.
Gradually I realize that he previously cut my pockets from the inside and that my wrists are handcuffed in my pockets. "Horny fuck slut. Filthy cum dump: do you feel that you are completely in my grip? You are not going to escape anymore. I will convert you into an obedient cum slut and we are going to have good times together. "
His mouth presses against mine and without me being able to insert anything, my mouth is raped by his dominant forcing tongue.
Interested in the sequel? Send a message to jhvdv1@hotmail.com. Perverted suggestions are welcome, especially from (leather) Doms
By the way: if you enjoy the stories of Nifty, please, remember the site needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Use for this: http://donate.nifty.org