You lick your lips and stare at the computer screen with an intensity; allowing the blue light to dry out your eyes as you take in the whole scene.
Your whole life youâd been secretly pining after a one sided master-slave relationship, with you as the slave. It was your most secret desire and it was one you were so ashamed of youâd never told another soul. But you didnât want a regular master-slave relationship like in the videos. Not just a 30 minute fling here and there and itâs over. No way, not you. You wanted an extremely toxic relationship. A full power exchange, 24/7. One where you didnât have a choice but to listen. One where you would be expected to do any and everything for the other person from menial tasks to embarrassing, lewd acts and get nothing but humiliation and disrespect in return. The worse the humiliation and disrespect, the better. The more full of themselves the master was, also the better.
To be totally clear: you actually werenât particularly picky about which sex could dom you, either⌠though you did have a very specific preference. Yes, you are 100% straight regardless of what everyone else thought, so being with a woman would be so hot. But see, being attracted to women is exactly what made that scenario with one so unappealing. You knew no one could ever understand this but it was BECAUSE it would be so hot to be dommed by a women that you felt your surrender to one would be meaningless. Like⌠of course you would want to be dominated by a women⌠thatâs normal in your mind. But would you want to be dominated by another man? Totally emasculated by another dude? Something about the thought of it being a man gave it an extra zing. You knew it would sting more.
There were definitely no women in the video you were watching. You werenât against having a dominatrix but it wasnât your true fantasyâŚ
You grabbed your dick and started thrusting it; your full-on erection dripping pre-cum before you even really began.
You saw the spoiled teenager spit on the manâs face and rub the bottom of his shoe against it; working his foot back and forth against the other manâs face like a cheese grater. You couldnât help but get aroused. There was no grander humiliation than at the feet of another, better man.
Again, to be clear⌠for you women were way sexier for sure. But the thing was that total submission to another male meant that you would also be completely emasculated and their ego would inflate so easily; and of course you knew another man would be so gross. Not just gross to look at, touch, or lick⌠but also theyâd have such repulsive ideas of what to do with you. Women were delicate. But men were abominable. A euphoric feeling glossed over your body as you began fantasizing about how disgusting another guy could be towards you with this kind of power over you. The thoughts were relentless.
It had only been about 4 years since your fantasy developed. Not a very long time in terms of sexual development.
You had been 19 at the time of this fantasy awakening in you. You could even recall the exact moment.
The moment the butterflies fluttered in your stomach. The feeling of your dick lurching forward to an immediate erection.
For your entire life, that you could remember anyway, you'd been an older sibling to someone. Many someones. You and your brothers had a regular sibling rivalry and like most brothers it involved grossing each other out. Itâs not like you were submissive at all. No no, you were quite the bully to them for most of your life, and they of course would get back at you, too.
There was always a give and a take between you and your brothers.
But one day in particular⌠with your brother Jack came to mind. You bit the bottom of your lip and squirted more lotion in your hand, rubbing your throbbing erection more ruthlessly than before.
On this day you wanted to give him everything, and let him take it all.
You could still envision him on this particular day.
So smug, so spoiled, so 16. And what he said to you? Oh, it resonated with you. He had such a big ego. And what he did TO you? It was so disgusting it was hot. There wasnât enough lotion.
Your most beloved and arousing memory crystallized in your minds eye; and became your center focus. The vision from the past was so clear and crisp you were practically reliving it.
Jack was such a spoiled shit and he got away with what he did to you that day, too. Which made the memory even sexier.
If you could go back in time to that moment you were certain that youâd throw yourself at his juvenescent feet to lick the dirt off the bottom of his shoeâs soles and let him lay claim over the rest of your life.
You were positive if you had you wouldnât always like or enjoy it; serving Jack. But that wasnât really the point. You knew your brother⌠for years before that day and for years after now you both had the most toxic relationship with each other out of any of the other siblings. The worst rivalry. He hated you, and you knew that. You hated him too, and still did. Thatâs another reason why giving yourself to him would be so hot.
You began to imagine a new scenario. One that hadnât happened. You saw yourself kneeled before him. That same smug, condescending grin on his face from before but this time it was because he knew that heâd won the rivalry. Because this time there would be no turning back for you. Because you were handing him the victory heâd always wanted right on a silver platter⌠the victory heâd always deserved.
You pumped harder, holding back a moan.
You imagined how domineering he would be, getting full control over you, no questions asked.
For 4 years this had been nothing more than a fantasy. But youâd been making preparations to make your dream a reality for some time. You only hesitated because you knew it would be life altering, and because whenever you climaxed the fantasy immediately lost all appeal. Like it suddenly disgusted you. So, today?
Today was the day you made your fantasy come true. You stopped masturbating just before climaxing. You knew in your mind if you had climaxed you wouldnât go through with it. Just like all the times before. You knew after you wouldnât go through with it and wouldnât be interested anymore.
You werenât thinking clearly⌠you think much more clearly AFTER you cum. You knew that, but it was too late. You were already on your feet running to your Master to be.
This was about to be the defining moment for the rest of your life.
You sprinted toward his room and open the door, still fully aroused.
âWhat the fuck?â Jack said. âGet out.â
YouâŚ
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