Nerd vs Jock Part 3

“Alright faggot. You’re going to count each blow.” This is one of my favorite tactics. If you’ve never understood why, it causes the sub to focus on the blows instead of tuning them out and making the pain less severe. SWAT! I was right, his legs leapt into the air and he moaned loudly his hands clenching into fists. The skin lightened, a sign he was clenching pretty hard. I wait about 5 seconds and I hear nothing from him aside from moaning. I swat him about the same power twice very quickly. “COUNT!” I snarl. “THREE, SIR!” he yelps. “Nope, you weren’t counting. You’re at zero. The next hit is one.” I say with smugness in my voice. SWAT! “ONE, SIR!” I repeated this process until he reached ten. At that point he’d clearly reached his limit with the beating. His body quivered trying to cope with the stinging.

                “Drink up faggot.” I said bringing him a water bottle. After he’d gulped down most of the water I freed his hands from his collar (but not the restraints) and he seemed a bit refreshed. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him to my cock. At this point his face appeared to have some dried tears. Apparently, I’d struck harder than I thought. Hungry for my cock he sucked fervently. Tongue swirling, throat milking, and all with sloppy dick sucking noises. I relaxed for a moment simply content to enjoy his expert service enhanced by his lust.

                I considered for a moment blowing my load in his throat and having him choke it down, but ultimately, I’m not a big fan of oral. Instead I push his head off my dick. Strands of spit create a bridge to my dick. Now that it’s removed from his mouth all he can do is stare at it and stretch his lips, his mouth eager to be refilled. I grab the swiss navy lube and walk down to his feet. Grabbing both ankles I twist him onto his back. Use the lube shooter to quickly lube his ass. I’m a fan of those things as the tip becomes coated by filling and it usually does a good job of lubing the way in and it takes way less time than struggling with getting lube inside. I push his knees up so I can hook them on my shoulder exposing his asshole. My dick is completely hard and standing at attention waiting to dive in. Without looking at him I can sense his anticipation of penetration.

So instead, I reach down my right hand and jab a middle finger into his hole. I finger his ass spreading the lube and fingering his prostate hard. His ass quivers and I can feel a heat on his ass cheeks. The beating I’ve given him has set in and they are running rather hot. I adjust the finger fuck and intentionally dig my knuckles into his ass cheeks. I look up at his reaction and he winces as expected. But with his wrists bound they come up to his chest like a dog begging for a treat. He looks at me with a bit of fear, lust, and curiosity.

The finger fuck having done its job has loosened up his hole and slides out. I discreetly make a quick check to make sure he’s as clean as he claimed to be. All good. I lube up my cock with one hand and look him right in the eye the whole time. I smoothly move forward, hooking both knees over my shoulders and bringing my upper body to hang above him. I grabbed the clip holding his restraints together and forced them over his head. His eyes widened as he knew it was finally the moment he has been anticipating. Unlike everything else I put him through so far, I ease my dick inside him. This was in fact for my own comfort and pleasure. The benefits to him were a side effect but I also had put him through quite a bit at this point and wanted him to be able to enjoy this part.

I started slow with the strokes. His ass was tight, smooth, and perfectly slick. It felt amazing on my dick. When it comes right down to it, anal sex is my optimal sex. I enjoy it more than masturbation and oral. BDSM is a nice replacement in instances where folks don’t want to do raw sex. I can usually do some form of BDSM and respect their choices while getting some sexual satisfaction from it. I pick up the pace and start moving into strong medium strokes. As I do, the key hanging from my neck jangles forwards and backwards. It’s hitting him in the face in various locations. His eyes occasionally shut closed hoping he won’t get hit in the eye, but when they open his eyes show him to be deep in subspace. His breathing is heavy and my belly is slamming into his cock cage and I can feel wet precum spilling forth. 

I reach forward with my free hand and wrap it about his throat. Often times when I do this I feel the sub’s arms tense and strain. In this case I feel the faggot’s arms slacken. He stretches his head up and back exposing his throat. My hand tightens about his neck and I can see his face puff a bit as his mouth gasps. His struggle to breathe and acceptance of his situation send me over the edge. All at once in the course of 2 seconds I feel the build come out of control and in sweet release I unleash my load deep inside his guts. “I could feel that.” I hear him whisper. I kiss him deeply tongue forcing its way into his mouth as my cock spits its last contributions into his willing ass. I can feel his ass clench and unclench around my spent cock…

Nerd vs Jock Part 2

From that point I started off with some light to medium impacts across his back. I steered clear of the spine and the soft organs above his hips. First, I grabbed the light cane I had. It made a quiet swish as it sailed through the air. Light smacking noises echoed slightly in my room like oversized raindrops exploding on pavement. It was pretty obvious he was enjoying himself. He cooed loudly and uttered breathy "Sirs" here and there. He squirmed left then right his ass rising and falling to meet a blow and recede again as if the force of my blows pushed him down.

I noticed as his ebony ass rose that there was a damp spot on my bed. I watched closely and did an experimental swat to make him move again and saw he was leaking copious amounts of precum into my sheets. The puddle was twice the size of a dollar coin and way more tasty. I dipped a finger into the sticky puddle and had a taste. It was lightly salty and very appealing. I reached around his hips and grabbed both sides and suddenly jerked him down to the end of my bed.

He looked up startled and a bit worried. "Wha-" he started to say. I grabbed his head and forced his nose and mouth into the slimy puddle. "Now faggot, I'm doing you the courtesy of allowing you to be in my presence. I know you're excited but you are expected to clean up after yourself. Lick this fag juice from my sheets." I was surprised by how quickly he adjusted to the situation, he licked and pulled the bed sheet into his mouth and began to suck audibly, ravenously, like he hadn't eaten in a day. In a few seconds the sheet was simply wet, no longer slick with his slimy precum. I released his head and to my surprise, he scooted back from the spot he'd straddled on the carpet and sucked the precum from that surface too. "I have cleaned my mess Sir, I beg for you to continue Sir!" he cooed.

 "Oh shut up faggot, like I give a fuck about your wants or needs..." I growled grabbing him by the leash and pulling him onto the bed face down into the pillow. I grabbed the paddle I have labeled "Slut". I gave him a sudden swat across the ass without any warning. He yelped and started to curl up. I grabbed him by the cock cage and tugged it towards me. He immediately uncoiled and moaned into the pillow. "Stay spread eagle faggot or there will be no mercy." I snarl. Without further warning I swat his ass repeatedly at about 5 out of 10. He screamed into the pillow and my dick hardened. I waited for a moment, completely silent. His face remained in the pillow and he didn’t move. The silence was short as I heard a whimper from the pillow and I swatted his ass again without a word. This time the tension I’d created proved too much. His left leg jerked suddenly (more out of surprise than pain) and his kick hit a picture on my wall. That picture was knocked upward crashing into two other framed pictures knocking all 3 to the ground. The black frames had made a long black scar on the wall as they crashed to the floor.

I grabbed his hip and rolled him over to the right immediately. “Do. Not. Move.” I said tersely. Peering over the edge of my bed carefully I found the frames had fallen on pillows I’d moved off the bed. There was no broken glass. I climb onto the bed and push the faggot onto his back and straddle his waist. He looks afraid. “I believe I told you to stay in spread eagle.” I said slowly. “Sir! SIR! I’ll replace them! I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t prepared!” he cried in some fear but not panicked. This was for my benefit. “I HATE repeating myself faggot. I’m going to get something a bit more stingy.” I raise off his waist and notice that there is a long sticky drip of precum stuck to the back of my thigh. I twirl around and press that thigh into his face. “You made a mess faggot. You know what to do.” I had the biggest smile on my face but since there was no way he could see it so I allowed myself a moment of glee.

He lapped hungrily at my large thigh. He cleaned the precum up in an instant and immediately started expanding in a circle. He moaned and lapped hungrily and very rapidly found himself at my asshole. He swirled his tongue and sucked at my hole. I was surprised and wanted to punish him for not acting exactly as instructed. The sensation was skillfully exacted on my hole and I decided not to punish a job well done. There would be plenty of time to work him into a slave that acts as precisely as clockwork. I let him lick for about 45 seconds and felt the need to follow through on promised punishment so I pulled myself away from his face and grabbed the crop from my trunk lid.

He saw the crop and started to squirm. Rather than even bothering to ask I grabbed wrist restraints which have a two headed clip and secured them to his hands. I then slipped the clip through the ring in the collar about his neck and clipped it to the ring. His arms now well up and away from being able to protect his vulnerable ass cheeks. I grabbed his shoulder and left ass and pulled them roughly landing him on his face. I could hear him whimpering and see him squirm. There was no reason to force a spread eagle here, but his legs looked almost certain to flail so I repositioned myself away so I wouldn’t get kicked in the nuts. “This is to teach you a bit of self-discipline boy. When I tell you to hold a position you must hold it faggot.” I said and flexed my riding crop…

Nerd vs Jock Part 1

Another night and I was online with Recon. I was looking through profiles and came across one that really got my attention. He was only two years younger than me, excellent muscled body, black, submissive, a self described jock, and into chastity. He was exactly what I was looking for but his profile stated that he was into fit guys. I am most definitely not fit. Working on it... but at the moment I'm a heavy bear/chub. I cruised him and very quickly got a cruise back. Surprised, I reached out and messaged him. That was all it took. He was hooked.

We chatted for five days and found we both were really compatible in terms of interest. I went ahead and told him he should come over on a Thursday night. This was the first time in awhile that I'd had someone that I had such synchronicity with. My favorite thing to do with subs, especially jocks, is to get into their psychology and find out what makes up their sub space. It's usually pretty easy with jocks as they've always gotten by on their bodies and less so on their mind. Although I will say, DC has a lot of smart talented people so, many times, this stereotyping has failed me. Not this time though. His thoughts are very surface level and easy to pick up on. He's into me and it's time to make my move. I told him to come over on Thursday.

No matter how into me a boy seems I never believe men are going to show up until they are in my bed naked. So while I'd thought out what I'd do if he came over, I was fully prepared to entertain myself for the evening. Or look for other ass to fuck, beat, or tie up. I got a text indicating that he was a block away. I took a moment and grabbed my toys I thought I might use and brought laid them out quickly. I raced to the bathroom and used some mouthwash quickly.

I opened the front door and politely waved him in. He just made it past the door when I suddenly threw my weight at him and pressed him against the wall with my forearm at his throat.

"Hey faggot. I am glad you came. You ready to serve me fag?" I grinned and looked him right in the eyes intensely. He nodded slowly. He looked a little nervous. Can't let that nervousness settle in his mind. With the forearm at his throat I gripped his shoulder and turned him and pushed him down the short entry way to my apartment. I steered him to my room and closed and locked the door. Once there I gave him a moment to look around.

 "Faggot, we have discussed safety prior to this but I am going to go over it again. You will save all questions till the end." I gripped his jaw with my hand and looked him dead in the eye. "Your safe word is 'Yellow' if you say that safe word the action will stop and I will check in on you. Any bindings you may be in will be undone. There is no shame involved in using the safe word, nor is there any 'control over the scene'. By playing with a safe word I know that if you are not using it I am free to play as I deem appropriate for this scene. Furthermore, if your mouth is full of my COCK or something less tasty, I will reach over and slip my hands into yours. If you squeeze it as hard as you can I will stop the scene. If you squeeze my hand twice and lightly I’ll continue on. Do you understand these instructions?" He nods his head. "Do you have anything to add you think I should know?" Another nod.

"Strip faggot!" I barked. He quickly started to undress. "Slowly..." I said. He hesitated and then took his clothes off a bit more seductively. His skin was silky smooth and dark. He absolutely lived up to his pictures. His body was muscled and lean. I felt warmth spreading through my mind. A velvet haze I've come to recognize as a heady mix of attraction and dominance bubbled to the surface like a kettle slowly building to a boil.

My slave had stripped down to his jock but stopped there. I stepped forward and stretched my hand out and grasped the elastic and tugged his jock down revealing his cock. His cock was thick but not especially large. I grabbed the shaft section of my CB 6000 and tried to slip his cock into it. Despite having the largest size that was offered his cock was difficult to fit in. As I tried he winced in pain and struggled to fit him in.

The slave whined about the discomfort. I snatched up a bit of water based lube and sparingly applied it to his cock and that did it. The cock popped into the cage and I was finally able to secure everything in place. I looped the lock into the slot but didn't lock it. Instead, I stood and put the key on a chain necklace. I held it before me and started him unflinchingly in the eye. "Kiss it." I instructed. His nose wrinkled as if I asked him to kiss a dead fish and he did so. I flashed a toothy grin. "You just kissed your freedom goodbye." I growled. "You sick fuck!" he gasped as I locked his cage and put the key around my neck. It hung lightly halfway between my chin and nipples.

I reached over to my wrist restraints and put them on his wrists as tightly as I could. I secured a metal clip binding the thick leather straps together. Once secured I roughly grabbed the link and yanked him towards the bed. Rather than go in the direction he was forced he simply stumbled forward slightly. Annoyed at his passivity I reached out a foot and pushed him much harder onto the bed. I heard a familiar pitch in his voice. He was about to start whining again. I reached over to my desk and snatched the riding crop.

With one swift motion I brought it down quickly about 2 inches from his face. He flinched and was silenced.

To be continued...