Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2021 13:41:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Explorations: The Greek    Encounters (oral, anal, domination)

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I don't think he knew he was being watched.

I was watching. And I was hard.

I was looking out the window as he walked down the sidewalk. He stopped
in front of my building and paused briefly before climbing the steps to
the front door. Even when he was out of sight, I could hear his footsteps
as he made his way up to the second floor. The door to my apartment was
unlatched, as we had agreed. As soon as he pushed the door open, I could
see him via the camera mounted in the entryway. Just as he had been
instructed, he pushed the door closed, moved to the large mirror in the
hall and got down on his hands and knees.

I would normally have made him wait there, anyway. I knew he would be
nervous. Making him wait would just reinforce his nervousness. Even
though we had discussed limits, he had no idea what to expect today. I
had only told him to plan on being with me until he was released.

Today I'm not making him wait merely to gain the psychological advantage.
I am making him wait because I am not done watching him. Watching?
Inspecting, really. I'm not done inspecting him. I had made him send me
photos. The photos are important for me at this stage of my life. I no
longer rely on clients to supplement my income. In my younger years, the
hardness of my erection and amount of pleasure I received were often
linked to the amount of money a client would offer. I have always been
driven by a need to dominate others sexually; but the money was the
incentive when I was asked to take on a male/female couple or young
twinkish stud. Since I was not particularly aroused by them, the cash and
the opportunity to dominate a stranger made it possible for me to provide
the experience they were after. I am no longer interested in their money.
Some still pay because it satisfies their personal fetish. Now, I have
reached a stage in my life where I only agree to meet someone if they are
of a certain type.  Is money exchanging hands today? That is none of your
fucking business.

I am enjoying watching and inspecting this man, because he is that
certain type I desire.  He is Greek; as am I. He has close cropped black
hair and a short beard with a touch of gray. Most importantly, he is
built like a man. I'm also a man, of course. But while I have always
worked hard to maintain my lean and wiry stature; I find I am most
excited by a large bear of a man. I like an ample belly. Nothing gives me
as much pleasure as fucking and controlling a man who is larger than
myself. When I penetrate a man, I want a substantial ass I can grip. I
want to reach around him and torment the nipples on his large breasts. I
want to breed a man who looks like he himself has fathered a brood.  He
may be revered as the man of the house.  He may be admired by his
offspring and his community; but I will own him and I will make him bend
to my will.

I feel very grateful that he has agreed to submit to me today; but I
would never tell him that. One of the photos he has sent is propped next
to the monitor I am watching him on. The photo is a close up of his face.
He has his head tilted up and is looking at the camera. He has thick
black eyebrows over lively brown eyes. His black beard and mustache is
neatly clipped and trimmed along his jawline. His shoulders and neck are
visible; then at the bottom of the photo is a glimpse of black hairs
curling up from his chest. The reason he has taken this shot is to
proudly display a thick and voluminous load of ejaculate that some lucky
dom has sprayed on his handsome face. Thick clumps of cum hang from his
dark beard. He wears his master's jizz like a badge of honor.  His wide
tongue extends from his mouth; perhaps to taste and swallow some of his
prize. The look on his face is one of gratitude. I have looked at the
photo many times. It never fails to bring my cock to full erection.

He is a well-trained slave. When I walk through the door, he keeps his
head down. I step in close and mash my crotch against his face. I can
hear him take a deep breath to take in my scent; but he makes no attempt
to move. It makes it easy for me to slip the wide leather collar around
his neck and pull it snug. Before he has a chance to see any more of his
surroundings, I tape over his eyes; making several wraps around his head
to hold it tight. Though this part was not discussed, I will control what
he can and cannot see for the next several hours.

It's time for his first command.

"Remove your belt and present it to me!"

He is quick to respond. He was instructed to wear only jeans and a shirt
with no underwear. Since he was still in his jeans, I don't bother to
hold back. Using his own belt, I start to beat his plump ass. I manage
the belt in my right hand, using my left to keep his face pressed into my
crotch. Even though I am not beating him too hard, I am careful to apply
the belt at random intervals. with his eyes covered he can't see when the
next blow is coming. Between his quiet grunts and the feel of his mouth
on my groin, I am harder than ever. I take a few steps to the chair that
faces the mirror, dragging him with me. I slide my shorts to my ankles as
I sit down. Then I pull his mouth onto my hard cock.

He is hungry for me. Even though he has a talented mouth, I don't just
sit passively. Every few minutes, I give him a quick slap across the
face. Again, the blindfold allows for the element of surprise. At one
point, when I think he might be getting too comfortable, I give him a
sudden kick to the balls. When he moans on my cock, I hold his head tight
and thrust upward with my hips. I am starting out easy on the slave;
gauging his responses to the pain. I need to establish a baseline before
I see how far I can push him. Our session is just beginning; but his face
is flushed, his ass is red and tears are running from beneath the tape
that covers his eyes.  My cock is his god now. I have chosen well.

When I thrust again, even harder this time, he gags. The sound of his
distress excites me. I hold his head firmly now with both hands. I
continue to shove my cock as far into his throat as I can, ignoring his
struggle. I can feel his throat constrict around my manhood. I don't
relent until his body begins to shudder. When I release the pressure on
his head, he pulls back and gasps for a deep breath. But this man has a
purpose. After he quickly fills his lungs, he plunges back down on my
cock showing his eagerness to please me. I don't force him this time. He
forces himself until his need for air overtakes him. When he pulls back
this time, snot runs from his nose and my pubic hair is drenched in his
saliva and tears. Before he can engulf me again. I hold his head back and
rub my exposed cock head around his face. Oozing precum, I smear it on
his lips along with his phlegm. His tongue stretches out to taste me.
Despite his obvious need to please me, I deliver another rapid kick to
his groin.  My toe connects with his balls harder than I had intended.
His only response is a soft, wailing cry. It's time for praise.

"That's a good boy!"

My praise is sincere.

"Get up now."

As he stands, I rise from my chair and pull his shirt over his head. I
unbutton his jeans and push them down. He kicks them away from his feet.
This is where the blindfold works in my favor. I sweep my eyes down his
body. Down that full, ample body that I adore. I fear that if he could
see my expression, it would change the dynamic between us. If this scene
were playing out under different circumstances, I would eagerly move in
to suckle his breasts and acquaint myself with his bearish belly. With a
man such as this, a passionate and more equitable sex romp would have
been a possibility; but that is not what he desires. In this session he
will be used harshly and without affection. In this odd way, the slave
controls his master. I will use him; and I must admit, hurt him. I will
do this because it fulfills his fantasy. However, had he dared to reach
out to me to arrange a more conventional tryst, the events of this
afternoon would be playing out all together differently.

I don't profess to know what is in his mind. I know only what he chose to
share when this session was arranged. He contacted me because of my
reputation as a Dom and a punisher. I worry that he may think he is not
desirable; that the only way he can feel the touch of a dominant man is
to submit as a slave.  I do not know his mind. There is a fine line
between a Master/slave relationship and the relationship between a Top
and a bottom. I am not looking for love. I am also not interested in a
versatile flipping of roles. I love to control and penetrate my partner.
I can do that with pain and force; but they are not necessary. I can also
fuck a man, a man such as this, without pain. All that I require is to be
in control. I can do that with kindness without losing the passion and
intensity. Does this man need to be treated as an object in order to
satisfy his urges? Or does he think I would not be interested, otherwise.
Before the afternoon is over, I hope to find out.

I push his now naked body backwards until he can feel the chair against
his calves. Then with my hand on his chest, I push him off balance so he
drops into the seat. I strap restraints to his wrists. Then pulling them
together, I attach them with a chain. I also attach a heavy chain to his
collar that I fashion into a makeshift harness that criss-crosses his
chest and secure it behind him. Firmly fixed in the low-slung chair, I am
able to grab the chains and pull his mouth back onto my cock. With no
means of escape, I use his throat until there is saliva and snot running
down his chest. I am pleased by his hunger and his willingness to serve
me. I climb up to straddle him so I can get as deep into his throat as
possible.

I had instructed him not to wear underwear when he came to me today; but
I also told him to bring an old pair that I would not return. I picked
them up where he had left them when he knelt down upon his arrival. I put
his feet through the openings and slid them up his legs. He instinctively
lifted his ass up off the chair just enough for me to pull the worn
shorts up to his waist. Velcro ankle restraints were next. They were
already connected to one another with a short length of chain. I'm eager
to get his mouth back on my cock. I straddle him again; this time using
his nipples to pull him forward. It elicits a cry from him. I'll gag his
mouth soon; but not until I use it a little more.  I am practically
sitting on his lap now with one leg up on the arm of the chair. His mouth
feels amazing on my erection. His suckling intensifies as I pull and
twist at his nips. He is slobbering again. I reach behind me and deliver
a solid smack to his scrotum through the threadbare shorts. His balls can
take a surprising amount of torture. That's good to know. I bring my foot
down onto his genitals and put my weight on them as he sits in the chair.

I have him stand. Reaching through the leg of his shorts, I attach a
metal weight around his cock and balls. I then loop a chain that connects
the weight to the shackles at his ankles and also connects to his wrists
and collar. I am going to move him across the cool terrazzo floor further
into the living room.  He soon realizes that each small step will pull at
the chains resulting in a sharp tug on his balls. The same holds true if
he tries to stand up straight. As he stands there, trying not to move, I
start to twist his tits. Any movement he makes to avoid his torment
results in a tug to his balls. I then push him forward as he hunches up
trying his best to move without pain. Blinded as he is, you think he
might look comical shuffling along the floor with his body contorted to
avoid putting pressure on any of the chains. The look is not comical to
me. I am highly aroused as I watch him try to maneuver his way with the
least pain possible.

When we are almost to the couch, which is his unseen destination; I move
in front of him and pull him forward by the nipples. Each time he winces
I reward him with a kick to the balls or a hard slap across his fat ass.
I can see how sensitive his nipples are becoming. Rather than dial back
the torment, I lean in and start to bite at them with my teeth. The
biting brings out a loud scream. I push him forward until he falls onto
the couch and quickly shove a ball gag into his mouth, strapping it
behind his head. I have clothespins on the table nearby. I quickly snap
one on each nipple to test the efficiency of the gag. I know his nipples
are feeling excruciating pain. I also know that is why he came to me. We
had not established a safe word. He knew that he could stop the session
at any time.

Sitting next to him on the couch, now; but not touching, I allow myself a
rare cigarette and take a little break. I don't speak. He can't speak
while the gag is in place. Since his eyes are still masked, I see him
waiting in anticipation. I'm also anticipating. Soon I will be fucking
this manly slave. It will be the highlight of the session for me. With
this ample-bottomed man, it may well be the highlight of my week. Due to
my training and diet routine, even though I am not a young man; I am in
the best physical condition of my life. I have always enjoyed dominating
a man while he is impaled on my cock. I am not bragging when I say I have
the stamina to fuck for long stretches of time. To me, all of the events
leading up to penetration, and everything that will follow, are
secondary. All these preliminaries are merely a means of building the
slaves devotion to me. When I enter him, I want him to open for me. I
want him frothing for the opportunity to be my receptacle.

A few more things before the main event. The Greek has proved his hunger
to take my cock into his throat. He has shown his willingness to deprive
himself of air in order to please me. This next test might be considered
cruel by some. Since he is surely aware that I have just sat next to him
while I drank and smoked and rested, I fetch him a very tall glass of
cold water. I remove the gag and hold the glass to make sure he swallows
it all. Now he must be thinking, 'My Master can be cruel but he is also
kind'. I set the glass on the table and climb up onto the couch with my
feet on either side of his broad body. I place a hand on each side of his
head. Holding him firmly, I press my cock against his lips. He eagerly
opens for me. Now I commence the most brutal face fucking yet. I'm in an
excellent position to get as deep into his throat as possible. Without
breaks for air, I ruthlessly use his throat as a hole to bring me
pleasure.

The glass of water and the forced oral sex have the desired results. I
feel his chest heave, I feel him gag and I sense his panic. I feel the
indescribable pleasure of his throat muscles spasming involuntarily on
the head of my hard cock; then when he can hold back no more, he vomits
the water back up. You can try to imagine the feeling; but until you have
experienced it, your imagination will fall short. The throat muscles
react violently to expel the foreign object. I knew I would need to keep
his head pinned firmly against the back of the couch to keep my cock in
place. The muscle contractions force the water up. I can feel it flooding
around my cock as my cock is massaged inside his throat. It would be easy
for a dominant partner to orgasm in this manner; but it too early for
that.

One more treat before we move on. Since I have removed the gag, I place
one hand securely over his mouth. With the other hand I quickly yank the
clothespin from his right tit and let it drop. Then with my free hand I
lightly rub against his nipple as the blood begins to circulate again. If
I rub too hard, the pain goes away too quick. If I gently tease his tit,
the pain diminishes slowly.  I barely give him a chance to think before I
repeat the process with his left nipple. When I remove my hand from his
mouth, it is drenched with his saliva. I notice tears are again running
from under the tape masking his eyes. My cock feels like an iron bar.

"Good boy."

I have him stand again. I unhook the weight contraption from his balls;
but leave his ankles and wrists shackled. It is easier to move him now.
We are shifting over to a chair that has a deep seating area and is the
perfect height to present an ass for fucking. I have him sit backwards;
straddling the seat and with his arms over the back of the chair. I
easily secure his arms in front of him. It forces him to sit with his ass
jutting out and exposed. I take a knife and cut a slit down the back of
his worn underpants. I leave the waistband intact so I can grip it; but
his round ass pushes out of the ripped material. I shove his head against
the back of the chair and his chubby ass cheeks spread, showing the dark
hairy hole I am after. With his cunt on display, I don rubber gloves and
begin to prepare it for me. Even though he is very tight at the
beginning, his asshole quickly begins to blossom due to my aggressive
fingering.

There is a misconception that it is more difficult to fuck a man with a
fat ass. I am proud of my endowment but it is not monstrous. I have found
that once you have warmed up your hairy target and arranged your sub in a
proper position; there is no problem probing deep enough to provide
pleasure to both of you. Before I make the plunge, I increase to three
and finally four fingers. I said my cock is not monstrous; however, it is
larger than average and very thick. I bend down to get a close look at
his puffy cunt. I am mesmerized by the black curly hairs filling his
crack. I can't resist a quick lick of those luscious ass lips. Of course,
one quick lick turns into a few minutes of tongue fucking my man. Is
there a more intimate connection between two people? Joined mouth to ass
in the most taboo display of desire.

I can not wait any longer. I will confess that I have punished a slave's
ass with whips, belts, toys and my fist; but for me fucking is not
punishment. Other Masters may think that is a weakness; but I have been
looking forward to this moment from the time this beautiful, submissive
bear of a man first submitted his photos to me. I have been anticipating
the feeling of sinking my rigid cock into this cunt. His ass cheeks are
red from his own belt. His hole is open and waiting. I know my
blindfolded subject is waiting for me to claim his hairy pussy. He has
allowed me free rein to use his body for my pleasure. My responsibility
is not lost on me. I intend to reward him as I reward myself.

I tap my cock head at his puckered rosebud. I tease him; rubbing and
tapping as his hole winks. It opens and closes; desperate to draw me in.
With my hands on his cheeks, I push them apart and slowly begin to
penetrate him centimeter by centimeter. I concentrate as I feel his ass
walls clench, then relax around my penis. This man knows how to accept a
cock. You think a good bottom needs only to lie there and do nothing?
This man knows how to be fucked. His hole offers no resistance. He uses
his well-trained muscles, not to expel me; but to draw me in. I am inside
him now to the hilt.  I savor the feeling and lean forward onto his back.
I take a deep breath. As I begin to withdraw, I reach around his body and
grab a breast in each hand. Later I will use the chains that cross his
chest as leverage. For now, I want to feel his large hairy tits as I
begin to slowly draw out and drive myself back in.

He is groaning now from somewhere deep in his belly. I do not wish to
strap the gag on him again. I am happy to hear his body react to my
touch. I thrust harder and the groaning increases. It prompts me to move
one hand from his chest up to his face. I deliver a quick slap to his
cheek; then I curl my fingers into his mouth in order to hold his head as
I start to pump my hips. With my fingers on his teeth, I can feel the
reverberation of his moaning. I am building to a steady rhythm as I now
withdraw my cock completely on the outstroke, then spear myself back into
his guts. I can maintain this pace for quite some time. I am giving
myself immense pleasure. I am actually inside of this fellow human and
his groans inform me that he feels the same pleasure. This is not going
to last just a minute or two. This is the main event. I am in no hurry to
see it end. It is an incredible thrill to feel an ass open up and adjust
to the girth and pace of it's intruder. Even though his ass accepts me
readily, it caresses my cock along its full length.

Still maintaining my steady pace, I remove my fingers from his mouth and
place that hand on the back of his neck. I push his head down as I
continue to stroke in and out of him. After some time, I bring both hands
down and lean the weight of my torso on his lower back. Forcing him down
in this manner, I am now able to drive even deeper. He rewards me with
his groans. I jerk harder with my hips and his groans deepen. We are not
merely connected ass to cock, there is an emotional connection as the
fuck intensifies. Shifting my weight from his back to my feet, I can pull
my cock completely free of his hole and plunge back in again. As the head
of my cock plops free and then re-enters, it makes a sucking sound that
only makes me harder. On each outstroke, there is a little splatter; a
mixture of my preejaculate, my saliva and the juices from his ass. In
time with the slurping noise I begin to slap his ass hard. With the
impact of each slap, his ass cheeks grow redder and he instinctively
clenches his hole.

I lean back even further now. This makes it easy to look down and watch
my dick as it makes the journey from outside his hole and then buried
deep in him. As I pull back I can see his hole grip at my cock. I love
the way his hole stretches and extends on each outstroke, only to open
for me as I ram my turgid cock back inside. His moaning is incessant
now.This is not just me fucking him. We are working in tandem to satisfy
one another. I slide my hand around him and roughly grab his cock. He is
hard and leaking. Using his precum I twist my hand around his knob; then
swiftly withdraw it. He shudders and I am afraid I might have gone too
far. I haven't given him permission to come. If he does, I am not going
to stop my assault on his receptive hole.

I'm enjoying fucking this bear of a man. I don't want it to end yet. In
order to prolong the session, I decide to move to the playroom to switch
things up. I pull my cock all the way out and admire the gaping hole in
front of me. I reach over to the table and grab a large plug. As I insert
it, I watch his hole swallow it up and close around it. I caress his ass
checks which are now glowing red. I can feel heat coming off of them.
With his hole filled, I grab the chains that still encircle his torso and
pull him back. Understanding my intent, he lets his feet drop to the
floor and steadies his weight on his shaky legs. When I feel that he is
ready, I move in front of him and pulling on his collar I guide him
forward.

It is only twenty steps to the next room. Still blindfolded, he moves
cautiously as I pull him along. Our destination is a sling that I have
made by hand. A wide solid platform with a padded covering, it hangs from
the rafters by six heavy chains. I constructed it to withstand the weight
of two men. It is adjusted at a perfect height so that when a man is on
his hands and knees on the platform, both his ass and his mouth are at my
groin level. It is an unusual set-up, so since he is without sight, I
tell him what I want him to do.

"Good boy. You're doing well; but I am not done with you.  I want you to
climb onto the platform on all fours."

Feeling the edge, he gets in place as I steady the chains. Once he is
situated, I move to the front of the sling. Holding his head with one
hand, I place my cock at his mouth. He readily opens and takes me inside.
Now with my hands on both chains, I start to sway the sling, letting it
do the work as I fuck his face. The feeling is intense but after several
minutes of this, I'm eager to get back in his cunt. I move to the back of
the sling and grip the plug I had inserted earlier. In one quick motion,
I remove the plug and slide my cock  inside of him. I revel being back in
his warm, velvety cunt. I start fucking him slowly. Then, as I did
before, I push on the sling and it begins to sway. It is an amazing
feeling to stand with my feet firmly fixed, my torso still,  and feel his
ass fuck itself back onto my cock. He begins to groan again. He is a big
man and his weight on the sling builds momentum. It is driving me even
deeper into his guts. The feeling is too intense. I steady the sling
again and rock it gently, trying to prolong the fuck. My orgasm is not
far off; but I want to make this last a bit longer.

With my cock firmly embedded in his cunt, I reach up and grab the chains
that attach to his collar. Pulling him toward me, the sling begins to
sway more as the collar starts to restrict his breath. As he groans, I
move the chains to one hand, leaving one hand free to fiercely swat at
his red ass cheek. For several minutes, the only sounds in the room are
the clinking of the chains, his gasps for air and the smack of my hand on
his flesh. I am rapidly approaching my climax. As I struggle to make it
last as long as possible, I suddenly feel his cunt grip down on my prick.
He is cumming without touching himself. The mental and physical
stimulation pushed me over the edge. I pull free of his ass and shoot my
load in a high arch onto his back. As my spurts diminish, I milk out
every drop and smear it across his back and his wide round ass.
Exhausted, I collapse on him. I stay there until we both catch our
breath.

As we had agreed, the session will end in silence. He sits on the edge of
the platform as I remove the chains, collar and restraints. I cut the
tape from around his head and give his eyes a chance to adjust to the
light.  When he can stand, we hug one another tightly as I rub my hand up
and down his back. I lead him back to the mirror in the entry where he
left his clothes. Then I leave him to dress and find his way out.


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