Essential Domination

This is the second scene written up from a party I attended. The first installment is here.

 > SCENE <

 

Alpha and I have played together for most of the first two hours of this party, but now he wants to let others use his pig while he pursues other scenes. He removes my leash, indicating I am free... free to serve others that is. The wrist restraints remain on, and clipped together in front of me so my hands may still be of use to other men.

 

I walk through the main dungeon where I was flogged, with its multiple crosses, all in use, past a man tied to a bondage table receiving electro shocks... to the upstairs room with slings.

 

I stand in the room, alert, hands cuffed, in just a jockstrap and boots, hoping I'm projecting my submissive willingness to any that pass by. There is a threesome fucking on a sling, and some men at the edges, scanning the room.

 

A shorter, solid man in full head to toe leather, walks up to me. In the dim room, under his Muir cap, I can only make out the outline of his face. 

 

— “Where’s your master, boy?”

 

He pronounces the word “boy” distinctly, conveying not only that he addressing me, so that I have permission to speak to him - but that he clearly would prefer to address my Dom, who is not obviously present.

 

— “He is downstairs, in other scenes, Sir. He has left me here to service others.”

— “Oh, really? We’ll see about that...”

 

It is too dim to see his face clearly, but I can hear the satisfied smirk in his voice.

 

He pushes down on my shoulders and I obediently drop to my knees. He presses my face to his crotch. Through the leather pants I can feel his cock. He presses more and I understand: I start to service him through the leather, pressing my lips as hard as I can so he can feel it. I make his leather wet with my tongue. His cock begins to stiffen, as the spit makes the leather slick.

 

He lets go for a moment to undo his pants and free his cock. It is perhaps shorter than average - but like the rest of him, stocky, solid, and far thicker than most. He wastes no time: With one hand on the back of my head, he forces himself into my mouth.

 

I give this fireplug the best oral service I know how. He is now fully hard, and my jaw aches from the girth. But I don't let up to rest as I am now fully invested in my service. In this moment, serving this man is all I care about. I can taste his precum, so I think he is enjoying it - but he is staying silent on the matter, using his hands to ensure I don’t come off him. He lets me do most of the work, but thrusts when he likes.

 

Abruptly he pulls out and in one motion scoops down and lifts me from under my armpits to standing. Without a word he spins me around and marches me to an empty sling. And then, without warning pushes the back of my neck forward. I bend at the waist, so I am now standing, legs spread, with my torso resting on the sling. As my hands have been cuffed in front of me, they are pinned between my body and the sling… and useless.

 

He lets go of me, and then without warning kicks my right leg out from under me.  I stumble, and replant my foot wider, my exposed ass now lower. More than anything else he has done, this move deeply establishes my submission to him: I am nothing but a boy to be positioned and used as he likes. I do not protest, or even make a noise. I have chosen and accepted my submission, and I want him to know it through my compliance.

 

No one else has fucked me yet... and while I pre-lubed before the party, I think of this man’s thick cock and my still unopened hole.  I think of the lube I have in my kit on the side of the room... but I have submitted now, and will have to do without.

 

He merely spits on my ass, and rubs it a bit on his dick... and then he presses up to me. He doesn’t thrust: Just pushes with all his weight against my hole, until, inch by inch, it accepts the fat cock. It is a big stretch and I relax into it, taking it all.

 

Once in, he pumps with full thrusts on each stroke, forcefully owning my hole. If he had gone slowly, working me up to him, I'd be enjoying the physical pleasure of his fat cock.  But this fuck is about power, not pleasure. He is showing me that my role is to serve, and if he wants to use my hole roughly, he will. I understand, and slip into full sub-space, accepting this man, focusing only on his needs.

 

His ride is forceful. His body banging into mine, causing me to sway on the sling. My leg muscles tense and work to keep me planted on the ground. My hole is stretched and working to open to accept his intrusion. My whole body is engaged to keep up with him... 

 

But my mind is at peace: Here is the submissive headspace I crave. Here is the internal calm that comes from giving up control to another. Here is satisfaction of knowing I'm serving this dominant bull of a man.

 

After short time, he pulls out abruptly. He has no need to cum: We have each gotten what we need. Our exchange of power is better than any orgasm. 

 

— “Thank you, Sir.”

— “Thank your Master for me, boy.”

 

There is a bit more tenderness this time. I can hear the smile.

As I am standing up and turning around, he has already buckled up his pants, and is walking away.

 

Our interaction couldn't have been more than 15 min. from the first words he said to me, but this scene was so intense and very powerful. I'm breathless and a little giddy with how perfectly his domination meshed with my submission.

 

I take another minute to regain my composure. I go to stand in the middle of the room, alert, ready to serve the next man.