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Bondage gay story: “Sorry about that..” he said as he was struggling to take off his jeans. They seemed to be stuck around his ankles. “Lemme help you out” I dropped to my knees. With the jeans then gone, I looked front.
His massive dick was dying to come out of his boxers. It was around 8″, and 7″ thick. I wanted to rush in give in to my instincts, but looked at him for permission. He grinned, giving me the green light.
I moved my hands, and took off his briefs reveiling his meat…
It seemed bigger than usual…
“Have you been using the pump again!?”
“You are seeing it after a long time that’s all…”
“Liar” we both gave a sprinkle of laughter.
I took his massive tool in my hand and playfully stoked it. I gave him a gentle push, signalling him to sit on the bed while I still was on my knees. With him seated, windows gave in decent sunlight which highlighted his muscle-curves from that angle. It made the sight of him even hotter! He never failed to amaze me.
The dickhead was glittered with precum which slightly trailed downward. I looked in his eyes and smirked. Keeping the eye-contact, I licked the base of his shaft with tip of my tongue and slowly worked my way up. His expressions gave a sense of elation. I gave the head a gentle kiss, that made his cock twitch. Saurabh moaned from the stimulation.
“You like that, huh?” I grinned. It didn’t really expect what he did next…
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my loose head backwards. It was borderline painful, but gentle enough not to harm me. What had I done?
“Sir! Call me sir!”
‘Okay, so here it begins’ I remember thinking
“Do YOU understand?” He pulled my hair even more..
“Ye-yes sirr”
“Good boi…”
I was still contemplating this new demeanor when he (maintaining his grip) pushed me down on his dick making me gag. I retreated a bit, gasped, taking as much air as possible until his hands forced me down again.
I gagged again.
I was a shocked; this was a new side to him that I hadn’t been aware of earlier. But yet I was curious..
After some struggle, he withdrew the force, and let me work on the shaft. My knees and both my hands were on the floor, thus I was left to use only my head.
With particular effort with my tongue, I serviced him while also twisting my head side to side. Having been together for some years, I know what takes him over the edge. I decided to give attention to his balls. I suckled them softly all the while stroking his dick with one hand.
Occasional moans of pleasure escaped his mouth, approving my job. When I glanced at him, eyes conveyed mischievousness. He seemed certainly elated. This continued for a while…until he decided to resume control.
With one of his hand gripping my jaw, another hand on the back of my head, he pushed me further down his shaft. I gagged and coughed as hit hit back of my throat. A hefty amount of spit covered his crotch.
With that giving enough lubrication for his task, he used my throat as if it were a fleshight! I had never been in such situation…! His move came in a heartbeat, hence I was definitely surprised.
“Ya like that…ma slut boi?…Yaa, choke on it!”
He continued to bob my head up and down on his sloppy dick. I tried to keep my mouth as loose as possible, but his thick member was making it difficult; it filled up my cakehole!
(SLAAAP!) “Fucking slut!” he growled.
“You like that dick in yo mouth…huh?
(SLAPPED AGAIN! ) You like daddy’s DICK?!!”
I was surprised, the Sourabh I had known was nuturing and warm. But he….he was completely different. He had control…aggression…and dominance. On the top of it he, of all people, was talking dirty. Strangely enough, I liked it.
He continued to use me as a fleshlight. Tears began to roll down my eyes due to gag reflex, which did no aid to my situation. And how do I describe the alien sounds my throat made due to the ordeal? At one point, it got so rough that I had to reach to his thighs and grip them to keep myself from falling afront.
“Fuhckk…your throat is soo tight! ” he said in seductive manner. Of course it was tight…! All the gag reflexes were making me clench on his dick!
Now although I was struggling to keep pace with him, I had never felt sluttier being face fucked by my bae, butt naked. It made me even hornier, given how my own member had springed back to attention.
It was only a few minutes that I started to go out of breadth. As much as I loved pleasing Sourabh, I HAD to take some good air. I tapped on his thigh twice, hoping he would let me go. He didn’t…
I tried to push him away but his strength was overpowering me. ‘Wtf should I do..?’ I thought to myself. ‘This has never happened before’, ‘what is he doing?’
He didn’t stop. On contrary, he bobbed me even forcefully. All the gagging and choking kept making me drool over his sloppy dick.
By then, I really started to suffocate. But I was helpless…
After what seemed like forever, he eased his grip, letting me go. I retreated backward on the floor, with my hands then supporting my back. Air rushed into my deprived soul as I gasped. There was spit all over my chin.
I was panting.
‘Why hadn’t you let me go?’ We exchanged glances for a while, as if he knew what I was thinking. There was a distant concern in his eyes, but somewhere it also looked as if he knew what he was doing.
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Slowly, he leaned forward to me and grabbed my neck. His eyes peered into mine, asserting his dominance once again.
“Tap 3 times…Rules…Are…Rules” his voice had command but yet there was a hint of seduction.
I was still breathing heavily, with his gaze was making me tense. I wanted more of him, more of the man I was discovering that day. The man I thought I knew and yet, could never be so different.
He drew me closer with his grip. We kissed.
His tongue invaded my space, intertwining with mine.
His breadth caressed my cheeks. It was one of the warm kisses that I was used to, but there was a strange element to it that time. Something indescribable.
After some long forceful kisses, he lifted me up from the floor and threw me on the bed like a rag… ‘so much for the roughness’ i thought.
I heard something crackle nearby. I was right, they were the chains!
“You ready ma boi?”
I looked up at him.
With chains in his hands, he stared hungrily at me, ready to feast.
“Yes-s sirr” I mumbled in undertone…
(To be continued…)
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