Date: Wed, 08 Feb 2023 15:40:29 +0000
From: pennasterone <pennasterone@protonmail.com>
Subject: Self-restraint Part 5

Self-restraint, Part 5

Category: Authoritarian, Oral, Anal

The story is inspired by real life, but written out of my imagination, so I
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I could hardly wait to see Timo again. Normally we spent in the summer
half-year only once a month a weekend for hiking with each other, but
because now semester vacations were, we had already agreed before our last
– well: extraordinary – meeting to let pass this time only two weeks
in between. Or Timo had already planned something and was clear about the
fact that the waiting time for me would be almost unbearable? With his cum
stained Speedo at home and the idea of what he would still do everything
with me.

It was difficult, however, to make sure that Jonas didn't notice anything
in the meantime. He had already become suspicious when I had locked myself
in my room after my return. Hiding the swim trunks from him was not
difficult. To continue our usual sex life was more difficult. 69er blowjob
and jerking off is already clear for me, closeness and familiarity too. No
question about it. But I felt now just how much the level of my arousal
(and honestly also my erection) differed from what I had experienced with
Timo last time. This animal and somehow also dog-like horniness. But at
least: Jonas didn't ask why I had only rarely had a hard-on during these
two weeks.

When the said weekend had finally come, I spent a lot of time on Fridays
with preparations. Up to now, it was only a matter of packing hiking
clothes and a change of clothes. I decided not to change much about that
either, but already put on my black jock under my cargo pants for the trip,
which left my ass exposed while holding my penis and testicles tightly
together. That should be enough to meet Timo's request, who had made it
clear that he was not keen on my cock. Of course, I had also rinsed myself
thoroughly beforehand. Something unusual in the meantime, since in the
direction of Jonas and I ran hardly anything, since we were two tunnels
without train, so to speak, but never talked about it openly. In order to
be able to start really immediately, I introduced my favorite plug - it sat
reliably and would certainly ensure that my buddy no longer had to do a lot
of preparatory work when he absolutely did not want to.

Really nervous and horny by the plug I started the train ride. When I
arrived at Timo's in the evening, he greeted me at the door as usual. Only
when we sat with him in the room, he said mischievously:

"So, what did you decide?"

Instead of answering him, I stood up, turned my back to him and pushed my
pants down so far that he could see the jock. Unfortunately, though, he
could even see the plug.

"Dude, are you still up? What's with the plug?"

"But you specifically told me to get ready," I grumbled.

"Prepare yes, make yourself horny no. - When you should be horny, when you
may have a hard-on or even cum, I decide. And when it goes to the point
here too."

Oh man, the guy had some nerve! It wasn't easy for me to stay in the game,
because I didn't quite see through the rules, which he was always setting
something new. But maybe that was exactly his strategy.

"Okay, I'll take it out then."

"But quickly, you libidinous piece! And you won't need those panties today
either. There wonīt be any action tonight. You've ruined it for
yourself!"

Completely frustrated, I munched on my dinner. Timo seemed to enjoy my bad
mood, but did nothing to improve it. So we drank another bottle of wine and
then went to bed to be able to leave early the next day for our tour.

As usual I slept on the couch in the living room, Timo next door in his
bed. When the alarm clock rang at his place, it woke me up, too. Normally
my buddy then went first to the bathroom to make us breakfast. But this
time I heard him call sleepily:

"Come over here."

No idea what that was going to be. And I wasn't into sex right after
getting up, even in this case. When I got to his room, Timo was halfway up
in bed. He had obviously slept as usual only dressed in boxer shorts. His
powerful, blond-haired chest, steeled by years of swimming training, looked
even more powerful to me than usual, since my buddy had his hands clasped
behind his head. Only then did I see that he had pushed his shorts down a
bit. His thick, erect member lay heavily on his abdominal wall, the glans
completely covered by the foreskin, bulging highlighted at the glans edge.

"Just wanted to introduce you to someone who's coming along today. So you
can get a good sniff of each other."

I crawled onto his bed because a blowjob to start the day wasn't at the top
of my wish list, but somehow seemed okay. But Timo immediately kept me at a
distance with his right hand, which he gently pressed against my forehead.

"Stay there. I was serious about the sniffing."

Then he took his cock in his hand, pulled back the foreskin with a very
soft, smacking sound of some moisture, and held it out to me in an inviting
manner.

"Come on, smell it."

I sniffed extensively and my desire to lick him grew almost
overpowering. But Timo let his cock fall back to the belly wall, from where
it stood out a bit, interlocked his hands behind his head again.

"Come on, take a nose up here, too." - He ran his hand along under his
armpit.

His hairy armpits had made me weak in my school days. With myself, if I
didn't trim them, only rather a few thin, dark hairs grew there. Quite
differently with him. And unlike his sports buddies, he had never
considered it necessary to shave or trim them excessively. Totally happy, I
explored both sides with my nose, while Timo lounged there almost
motionless for a while and let me do it. He smelled good there - like night
sweat and the rest of his deodorant and guy. When I accidentally touched
his thigh with my erection under his pajama pants, he promptly ended it.

"Okay, that's enough now. Otherwise you're going to drip all over my bed."

With that, he got up from the bed, shamelessly stripped off his shorts, and
walked over to the bathroom, not without shouting the hint to me:

"Go make some breakfast to keep your hands busy with something decent."

Although I felt abused as a maid at first, I actually didn't think the idea
was wrong, because somehow I now had to distract myself from my morning
wood, which had slowly become painful due to this prelude.

When he came out of the bathroom, he instructed me to put the jock I had
worn yesterday under my green hiking pants. I was allowed to take the plug
with me, but not to use it. In view of this promising instruction, I
preferred to forego an extensive breakfast.

So we set off again. The weather was sunny, but not hot - perfect for the
tour, whose starting point we reached after a somewhat longer drive. This
time Timo had chosen the route. It was off the beaten track, didn't promise
spectacular views, and the level of the climbs and descents seemed
unambitious by our standards. Timo was wearing his muddy gray hiking pants
and a blue polo shirt. I had thrown on another plaid shirt which I wore
open over my black, tight-fitting undershirt. Everything actually as
always, including our backpacks. If Timo hadn't asked me to walk two steps
ahead of him from the start.

After we had walked for about an hour, he closed in on me and shoved his
paw into the back of my pants without a second thought. I felt his middle
finger travel down my crack.

"That's what I thought. The way you wiggle your butt. You're really wet
back there."

"Jerk," I returned in buddy mode. "If you're sweating, you're wet there,
too."

"Don't get cocky, kid. Your wetness is something else. I know that from the
girls when they really need it."

He withdrew his hand and turned off into the woods a bit. With that, we
left our hiking trail. But apparently Timo had scouted this out in advance,
because we reached a small clearing on a trail.

"It's time for you," he stated laconically.

"A little early for a break, don't you think?", I asked, since we usually
went through the first two to three hours without stopping.

"This won't be a break either. Not for you, anyway."

With that, he spread out a sleeping mat and two blankets on top of it, one
on top of the other.

"Kneel down and present me your cunt!" Timo points to the blanket and
crossed his arms waiting.

I felt funny, but started to take off my shirt and take off my pants. He
quickly stopped me from doing that.

"You can put the shirt aside, the T-shirt stays on. And it's enough if you
push your pants down to your knees. I just want to see your hole, I don't
care about the rest."

So I knelt like this on the pad and stretched my ass towards him.

"Pull your ass cheeks apart!" he demanded.

I had never felt so naked and exposed, although still half-dressed, as I
did at that moment. It totally confused me and I realized that I - face
down on the floor - had started to cry.

Suddenly, Timo's tone changed.

"Shshsh, hey: what's wrong, Mats? You know I would never do anything that's
not good for you, right?"

He reached out his hand, made me sit up, and joined me on the blanket.

"Is it because we're outside? You can rest assured, not a soul comes by
here, it's much too out of the way. Or are you afraid of what I might do to
you? Then we'll just make up a safeword, something crazy like 'apple
strudel', okay?"

That was suddenly Timo again, as I knew him. I trusted him:

"Oh shit, it's not. Safeword is good, but I'm not actually scared."

"But?"

"I'm just totally embarrassed when you see me like this."

"Huh?" He seemed genuinely taken aback. "What exactly are you ashamed of?
You're gay, you like dick, and you enjoy being submissive. First of all, I
already know all that, and secondly, I don't get why you're suddenly
ashamed of it. I mean: Come on - you licked my cock and all that. What's
the difference now?"

"I don't really know either. But this, this feels so final. It's like I'm
not a man anymore after this. Like we'll never see eye-to-eye again after
this."

"You've got too much mindfuck in there." He tapped his finger against my
forehead. "Do you think if I give Katja a good going over, she won't see
eye-to-eye with me afterwards?"

"You can't compare that. She's already a woman!"

"Correct. And you won't become one, no matter who shoves what into
what. You don't do anything about it."

I nodded in agreement.

"That's right. But it just feels different to me. That shame is absolutely
gigantic, you'll never really be able to comprehend that. It doesn't just
go away."

"Well, then it stays there and gets to play along."

He clearly hadn't factored that in, but was willing to rewrite his
script. That made me curious, though it still shook me.

Timo leaned against a tree, unzipped his trekking pants and took out his
willy.

"Come here, little one. And nice and easy on your knees in front of me -
you know the drill."

I knelt down attentively in front of him.

"Take it in your mouth while looking up at me. Look me in the eyes."

His semi-stiff member made me forget my shame for the moment.

"That's it. Now tell me what's so bad."

While I was thinking, my hand wandered to the hem of his polo shirt, which
I was trying to push up.

"Don't do that!", I got to hear. "Just concentrate on my cock. And then say
it to my face: what are you dreaming about when you're playing with your
little hole?"

"I don't know. Just about a good fuck."

"Well, well, well - be honest. Have you forgotten already?"

He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his now completely stiff
part all the way down my throat. When he let go, I replied, coughing:

"It's okay. Most of the time I dream about you. About you just holding me
down and taking me."

"Is that what you imagined when we were in school? And what did you put
yourself in?"

"You have no idea how many times I imagined it with you. When jerking off,
later also when having sex with others. It's kind of an all-time
favorite. In the past, I didn't even have a dildo or anything - my own
fingers, a candle or even a carrot had to do it."

He pushed his cock back into my mouth.

"Jerks off to his best buddy for years and says nothing. Shhhh. But okay:
the idea of you shoving vegetables up your ass because you're craving my
cock is gross. - So you want me to control you. And do you know why:
Because you think, then you are at least not to blame for what's going
on. But you are wrong: You are and will always be a dirty boy. You know
yourself that you have to be punished for that, don't you?"

I had been looking up at him the whole time. He looked down at me with a
serious expression while I licked his tail. My silent nod seemed to please
him.

"Then it's all the better that you really wet that bolt all the way to the
back. I will punish you with it as you deserve it. And you will not only
get it halfway in, guaranteed. That's it. And now back on the blanket with
you - ass up, push your back through, head on your hands!!!"

That brooked no argument. I was still glowing with shame, but now also with
arousing excitement. Before assuming my position, I wanted to grab some
lube from my backpack, but Timo stopped me:

"That's as far as it goes. Spit and pre-juice together with your needy
horniness will do. You're supposed to feel something, after all."

I was convinced that it wouldn't work that way, but knelt down on the
blanket like a bitch in heat. Timo instructed me:

"Close your eyes!" - I closed them and then heard Timo, who until then was
still fully clothed, undo the belt of his pants. The sound of the belt
buckle was hot. Apparently, he had been paying attention to the fact that I
was into it earlier.

"When you hear this, it's going to be serious, kid!"

I looked behind me and saw him taking off his polo shirt. His
bronze-colored jock body looked even bulkier and hairier to me from my
perspective. He slid his pants and briefs down just a bit. Then he knelt
behind me, spat once briefly on the tip of his thumb and pressed it against
my hole. Not as if in preparation or foreplay, but as if he was technically
checking something. After holding the pressure for a moment, he increased
it and his thumb actually slid in almost as if by itself. I groaned out.

"Keep it steady! Looks good, that should work. But you need to get your ass
down a little further."

I corrected the position. Only then did he pull out his thumb and snot into
his open hand, spreading the saliva first over his cock and finally into my
crack. And then I felt the tip of his fat cock being applied to my hole.

"Okay, now this is going to hurt at first. But it's supposed to: for one
thing, it proves to me that you're not a slut who lets himself be taken for
a while. For another, you wanted to be punished. - If it becomes too much:
Remember the safeword."

I nodded. And at the same time I knew that I would give everything not to
have to say "apple strudel". I wanted to feel all of that and tried to
relax as much as I could. It went better than ever before in my gay sex
life. But Timo was also doing it somehow differently than I knew. I gasped
as his bulging glans passed my sphincter, hoping to get a break after that
opening. But my buddy held me in place by grabbing me around the waist with
his left forearm, while at the same time pushing his cock further and
further in at a slow motion pace. I held my breath and bit my lower lip to
keep from screaming.

"Keep breathing. Keep breathing. You can handle it - it's not like it's the
first time you've gotten it up your ass," he encouraged me.  "Just feel how
much you want it. All those years you spent dreaming about being made so
nice and wide by me."

He pushed in further. It seemed to take forever and I had no idea if even
half of me was in. I pulled in air through my teeth.

"Yeah, it's really starting to hurt again now, huh? But probably not just
from my manly cock, kiddo."

And he was right about that. What actually hurt was that at that moment
something inside me seemed to be breaking. A part of my so firmly nailed
self-image.

At the same time, I was glad to let go of that part. So glad, in fact, that
I began to push myself a little towards Timo's cock.

"That's it. Let it go. I'm holding you."

And with that somehow magical phrase, he pushed the remaining inches into
me so that I could finally feel his thick pubic hair against my butt
cheeks.

"Good boy." He pulled his arm away from under my hip and remained in that
position. "Now you can get used to it."

The pain was still dominant. But I was proud at the same time to have made
it this far. My breathing slowly normalized a little. And then Timo did
what gave me the rest. He slid his paws under my black shirt, took both of
my nipples between his thumb and forefinger each, and began to squeeze them
lightly as he began to push his cock back and forward again, millimeter by
millimeter. My eyes went black for a moment. Then my cock, which was still
trapped in the jock and had previously gone limp, reared up rock hard.

"Finally, now I have you ready." His voice sounded triumphant. "That's what
it's like when you get a real manīs dick, not the gay version, little
faggot."

To keep me under control, he now confined himself to playing with my
sensitive nipples with only one hand, while he pressed the other into my
neck, thus fixing me. Then his fucking thrusts became more violent. Not
once, however, did he pull his cock out completely. He simply took speed
and angle as it suited him with the utmost naturalness. His belt buckle
rattled and slapped against my thighs. It was hard for me to stay still. My
own cock was craving some form of touch. The longer it lasted, the more the
residue of pain gave way to my horniness and the overwhelming desire to
cum. My jock was by now soaked with precum.

"Good girl. Daddy knows what's good for you."

It really was the stupidest of all sentences. And the most effective. When
Timo pronounced it, hitting my prostate once again with a long thrust, the
sperm just ran out of me. It didn't squirt properly, but it ran out of my
member. A completely different feeling than when I really cum, but longer
lasting and at the same time so that it denied me the relief I had hoped
for.

Timo briefly felt on the blanket under me.

"You've made the blanket dirty, you little boy whore. You once again
canīt keep yourself under control, huh? Did I give you permission to
come?" - He guided his cum-smeared finger in my face.

"Didn't know that was possible: to come only from being fucked. Well, you
probably can't help it," he said patronizingly, grabbing my hips with both
hands and thrusting like there was no tomorrow. Then I felt his cock inside
me seem to increase in volume a little more before he squirted his load
into me. It took quite a while before he finally pulled it out and dropped
down on the blanket next to me. My knees were shaking, I wanted to get up.

"Didn't we forget something there, huh, Mats?"

He held his cum-smeared, semi-stiff cock in his hand.

"Finish servicing me and lick it clean."

Without hesitation, I took his member into my mouth.

"Aren't you ashamed at all, licking the cock that fucked your greedy cunt
before?"

I looked up at him and shook my head. Timo grinned broadly.

"Come on: pack up the clothes and let's move on."