briefs
garage 97
garage 97
After answering Charles’s ad on AOL, we exchanged some e-mail. In those emails, he admitted he was surprised by my interest and thought some of his friends were playing a joke on him. When he asked why I was interested in him, I mentioned that I liked his honest. After a few more emails, he asked if we should meet. That invite surprised me, since we had only been talking online for a week or so. Charles had just moved to Seattle from the East Coast, so he was looking for kinky guys on the submissive side to meet. I agreed to meet him on Friday afternoon at his new home; it would be empty, since the movers weren’t arriving until Monday.
Friday morning arrived. I was self-employed, so meeting on a work morning wasn't a problem, and Charles had the day off because he was relocating. I arrived to find a car in the driveway. I knocked on the front door of the condo. A woman answered the door, which I didn’t expect. When I asked for Charles, she didn’t recognize the name and said no one with that name lived there. Disappointed, I returned to my car, remaining for a while as my mind began to wonder if I was being played with.
A few moments later, a blue sedan showed up and parked next to the other car in the parking lot. Charles got out of his car, noticed me sitting at the curb, and came over. Apologizing for being late, I explained what happened at the front door, and he was slightly upset because he thought the cleaner would have finished by now. He went into his house to check how long the cleaners would take.
When he returned, he said they would take a while longer. Charles said he had some errands to run and that I should come with him. So I climbed into his car, and we ran errands as we got to know each other better.
As we drove around, I checked him out. I first noticed his brown cowboy boots, stacked with his blue jeans. He wore a black T-shirt tucked into his jeans. I could see that he took care of himself; he was very in shape. I'm looking for someone to help me train and get into better shape. He had a great crew cut; he was pleasant to talk to and had a neat sense of humor.
We arrived back at his place to find the cleaners had not left as promised. Sir was upset. He went into the house, then returned shortly with the remote for his separate garage. We drove across the street to the garage, and he parked his car inside. As I was getting out, the garage door was dropping down, and the space got darker. I wondered what was happening. Charles told me to come around to the front of the car, where he immediately shoved me face down onto the hood of his sedan.
Reaching under me, Charles fondled my crotch through my jeans, asking me if I wanted to be his boy.
I replied enthusiastically, “Yes Sir!”
Charles took my left arm and turned it up in my back in a strong grip. Using that grip, he lifted me off the hood of the vehicle, pushing me into a corner of the garage. With my arms trapped and pressed against the wall, he started to twist and pinch my tits under my white t-shirt. He was not gentle in the least. It hurt, and I moaned, which he enjoyed. Right now, writing this, my tits are still sensitive.
As he leaned against me, Charles had me grip his hands with mine. He told me to push him away from me with all my might. I did, but it was not much use. I am out of shape right now and don't have much strength. I struggled with him for quite a bit. As I was trying to push him away, he was using his strength to move against me, and soon he had me on my knees in the darkness of the garage.
Sir asked if I knew why he had me try to push him. I shook my head as I didn’t know why he wanted me to go against him. He told me that even though I would end up tied up by him at some time, he didn’t need rope to control me.
My spine rippled with chills.
My thoughts moved to thinking this is the type of man that I want to dominate me. One who can make me struggle, one who gives me a challenge and likes it when I challenge him.
Since I was on my knees, before Charles, he ordered me to work his crotch through his pants with my mouth. I could feel his hard dick under the denim with my lips. That cock was hard and wanted release.
He took off his belt and strapped it around my neck. I could smell the leather as he quickly interrogated me, asking me a few questions, with me looking up into his eyes.
“What was I thinking?”
“Did I realize how lucky I was by kneeling before him?”
“Did I wear the jock that he instructed me to wear?”
“How did I know to be submissive?”
I let him know I did a great deal of reading.”
“What did I read?”
My response was that I read Bound & Gagged Magazine.
As I responded to his questions, Charles was lowering his pants, and my tongue was ordered to work his cock and balls through his black silky underwear. By now the light on the garage door opener had gone out, and all was dark, with only the light from the cracks around the door coming through.
Shortly, Sir lowed he underwear and let me lick on his balls. This was wonderful; it had been a while since I had had this privilege. Then he wanted to see what I could do with my mouth, and in went his dick. I worked it to the best of my ability; I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to know that I was glad to do it for him. Charles slammed cock deep in my throat; I began choking, but working his manhood with my tongue and lips.
He was enjoying himself as I heard moans of pleasure coming from this powerful man. Suddenly, Charles pulled his dick out of my throat, pressing my face against his stomach.
He asked if I remembered what he had said in the car. I didn’t know what Sir meant. “I said I had to piss like a horse”
Charles then wanted me to tell him what I enjoyed reading in Bound & Gagged. As I tried to remember my favorite stories (which was difficult cause I was in one myself right there and then), he took his dick and put it inside my t-shirt, just below my neck. I felt something, but just a hint.
Charles asked if I enjoyed it and I replied that I couldn’t really feel it. Then he let loose; he was pissing on me, down my chest, pouring into my jock, since my pants had been lowered with the piss, then dripping on the floor. This Bossman urine was warm, with a bit of an odor.
I felt as I never had, totally submissive; he was in control, and I was his. I wondered how I would get out of the garage with my now-soaking-wet shirt and pants. But he wasn’t done with me.
After finishing his piss, he inserted his hardening dick back in my mouth. Tasting the drips of piss as my tongue gently licked Charles' dick, I wanted to please him better than before. As I did, he was getting hard, and I could tell I was making him enjoy this.
Suddenly, Charles gripped my head and ordered me to stop. For a moment we were frozen, me on my knees in a puddle of piss with Charles standing before me, his cock lying in my lips.
He barked out an order for me to stand and lay my body over the hood of his vehicle, which I did quickly and interestingly without hesitation. As I was moving, Charles explained that he wished he had more time, apologizing that things didn’t go as planned. He was also putting a rubber on his hard dick, as he mentioned that he would love to fuck me for a few hours this morning.
As I lay up the hood of the car, Charles positioned himself behind me and in a matter of moments his protected dick was pushing at my hole. He was patient and gently but after his head passed into my warm hole, he shoved in deeper, which caused me to yelp a bit.
There were a few moments he was pistoning my ass, but the vehicle hood was too high. So, Charles gripped my side with his hands, lifting my torso and guiding me off the car and onto the floor. I was on my knees, hands out and my ass high.
As he entered me deeper and deeper, Sir ordered me not to scream or make a noise for someone who might be here outside. I was to take his fucking me like a man.
I wanted to do so, for I am a man, his man.
Sir would pull out and then enter as I never felt this much power in my ass. He was dominating me, and I was in his control. Sir then lowered himself onto my back with me supporting him. My knees were grinding into the dirt and cement. I wasn’t in any real pain; I enjoyed the feeling of him in me. Sir was working me, and he must have enjoyed his silent piss-soaked boy on the cement floor.
After a bit, Sir started grunting, and I felt the pressed against my ass as he pumped his seed into the rubber he wore.
After a while, as he relaxed and lay on me, there was quiet and comfort for both of us. Charles slowly pulled out, took off the rubber and dropped it on the garage floor. I heard him say, “Next time, you’ll eat what’s inside.”
As I stood and Charles pulled up his pants, he joked that perhaps the neighbors had heard, or that one of them had an opener to his garage. What a way to startle his new neighbors!
As he moved to the button on the wall to open the garage, he looked at me and ordered me to come up with a safe word before our next visit. Charles ordered me to be at his place Monday morning at 7:30.
I will be there early and await his next order.
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