Sean and Me

Chapter 4

By now, the reader may be wondering “When is this sub ever going to get fucked?” Sorry, but the answer is never. It’s not that I don’t want to. Sean would like it, and I would love the submissive aspect of it. The problem is, I have an extraordinarily tight asshole. We’ve tried many times to loosen it up, but even a finger up there is painful. I could never take his dick. So he has to be content with my mouth and hands. Sometimes, though, he’ll make me take his finger in my ass, usually while I’m sucking him off.

One day I made the mistake of giving him a digital video camera. I knew when I bought it that he would use it as a tool of domination, but I had no idea to what degree. As soon as he opened the package, he pointed it at me and ordered me to strip. He made me bend over and spread my cheeks wide for a close-up of my asshole. Then he told me to stick my finger in my mouth. I knew what was coming next, and I didn’t like it.

“Now stick it up your ass,” he commanded. I complied, reluctantly. It hurt.

“Now walk around in a circle.” I had to bend over to get my finger all the way in, so I could only waddle around in that ridiculous position. I would have felt like a fool even if he weren’t preserving it for posterity.

“Now take it out…”

“Thank God,” I thought.

“…and stick it in your mouth.”

“Oh my God,” I thought. I had never done anything like that. Ass licking is one thing, but I’m definitely not into scat or piss. He was testing my limits. But I had to do it, so I did it. I put it in my mouth quickly before I had to smell it, and licked it clean.

He said, “Smile for the camera,” so I tried to put on as dignified a grin as I could manage, while standing there naked with my finger in my mouth.

“Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” I took his dick out of his pants and gave him a blowjob while he pointed the camera at my face.

When he was ready to shoot, he said “Back up,” so I pulled my mouth off his dick and jerked him off onto my face. He got a great shot of the come splattering on my cheek, in my hair, in my eye, and on my lips.

When he recovered, he asked, “Do you want to jerk off?”

“OK, but you have to put your finger back up your ass while you do it.” This from a guy I could bench-press two of.

So with his come dripping down my face, and my finger up my ass, he recorded me jerking off. When I was about to come, I asked him meekly, “Face or mouth, sir?” It was a standard question between us. I am not allowed to waste come, so I have to either swallow it or smear it all over my face. He gets to decide which.

“Mouth,” he said simply.

I pulled my finger out of my ass so I could catch my come in my hand. I missed with the first two shots, which went way past my hand and landed on the floor. The rest landed in my hand, and I lapped them up. I could clearly smell the odor from my finger. I know better than to leave come on the floor, so when my hand was relatively clean, I crawled over to the gobs that missed, and licked them up before he had to tell me to.

He told me to smile once more for the camera, which I did, and he shut if off.

For a while, that damn camera was like a third member of the relationship. He recorded every sexual encounter we had. He always positioned the camera so that it wouldn’t show his face, only mine. He kept the videos for himself. Most of them I haven’t seen, but the most degrading ones he makes me watch. He has never told me whether he has shown them to anyone else. Eventually he got tired of that toy and now only brings it out occasionally.

Chapter 5

Some say turnabout is fair play. I’m sure Sean would be willing to reverse roles occasionally if I wanted. But I don’t want. When he’s making me eat his ass I like the thought that I’m doing something he would never do for me. The closest we came to switching roles was the time he suggested we play strip poker. The rules were obvious: when the first one was naked and then lost the next hand, he had to be the slave. I grinned lasciviously, as if to say “Payback time!”

Sean said “Uh-oh,” but we were just pretending. We both knew I would cheat to lose.

The first several hands I actually tried to win. Soon we both had our shoes and socks off, and Sean had his shirt off. Then I decided it was time to start losing. I gave back good cards and kept junk. One hand I was dealt three fives and turned in two of them. It didn’t take long before I was naked and he still had his pants on. I tried to win the next hand, just to prolong the time that I had to sit there naked in front of him, but as it turned out, he won. I had to do whatever he wanted. I do anyway, of course, but somehow the game added another element of obligation.

“Put your underpants back on, but just up to your ankles,” he ordered.

“Now spread your asscheeks with your hands, bow your head and come with me.” He pulled me by the dick, while I did my best to keep up, shuffling behind him. There was no point to it, really, other than to embarrass me. He pulled me around in an awkward circle in the living room, and then into the bedroom. He pushed me face first onto the bed. He hadn’t told me I could remove my hands from my ass cheeks, so I kept them there. He removed the rest of his clothes, and then squirted some cold hand cream on my asshole. He got on top of me, as if he were going to fuck me. I knew he wouldn’t do that, but I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. He slapped my hands away from my ass and began to slide his dick up and down along my crack, between my cheeks but not entering my hole. This massaged my asshole and felt great. It also allowed me to make believe I was getting fucked. I was loving it. Soon I felt his hot come shoot up my back. He pulled my underpants off, which were still around my ankles. He wiped up the mess with them and rolled me over onto my back. He threw the underwear on my face so they covered my eyes and nose. They were wet and smelled strongly of fresh come.

What he did next really surprised me. He started to suck my cock. He gives me hand jobs sometimes, usually while he’s sitting on my face. But this was the first time he ever put his mouth on my dick. I lay back and enjoyed it, and soon I felt like I was ready to erupt. I knew he wouldn’t want me to come in his mouth, so I deliberately started to moan and hump my hips up and down so he’d know it was about to happen. Amazingly, he kept sucking, so I shot my load into his mouth. It felt great. As I was catching my breath, I felt him shift positions on the bed. The underpants were still covering my eyes, so I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Then he pulled my chin down so my mouth was wide open. I felt warm fluid enter my mouth and realized he was drooling my own come into my mouth. Leave it to Sean to find a way to turn giving a blowjob into an act of dominance.

“Swallow,” he ordered, and I obeyed. He went to clean up and I waited my turn. By the way, both of our houses have more than one bathroom. There’s no reason we couldn’t shower at the same time, or together for that matter. But he likes to make me wait, especially since I’m always the messier one.