This is the ending to Changes. There are many stories to be told about the fist meeting the the most recent one, but I won't be telling them. I'm sure I will be meeting the Hunk again after this meet but things are complicated so who knows what the future holds.
The Hunk Submits.
We had been planning this for a while and over time our sexual experiments had evolved. The hunk had realised, although I suspect he already knew, that he was partial to a bit of bondage and S&M activity. I always enjoy his company and still go weak at the knees over his strong, hairy, ultra-masculine body. The Hunk is ex-military so I really should have guessed he liked being told what to do and a bit of pain!!
I'd been internet shopping and bought several items for our pleasure. Did my plans work out, sort of. The hunk had been instructed to wear his cock cage (the size of his balls made getting one that fitted him was challenging), his black leather thong and a pair of tarts stockings. He walked through the door and I immediately pushed him forcefully against the wall, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I filled it with my tongue until he could barely breath then quickly sucked his tongue into my mouth until he started moaning with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. He could moan all he wanted, I had taken control.
He kept on trying to touch me without permission so I slapped his hands away and as punishment wrapped my hand around his cage and balls through his jeans, gradually increasing the pressure. I was really applying the pressure now and his legs were shaking, but I just increased the pressure. Hunk touched me again so while continuing to squeeze his balls I lifted his t-shirt and bit down on his right nipple. He yelped and squirmed but I pushed him harder against the wall, replaced by teeth with mt nails on his nipple and kissed him hard. It was time to introduce the hunk to his new character, the Maid.
I led him to the bedroom where I had laid down his outfit. A Maids outfit with frilly apron, a leather collar with a lead and nipple clamps and a pair of 6 inch black patent leather bondage ankle boots which would go well with his lace stockings and leather thong he already had on. I instructed him to dress himself then knock on the bedroom door and I would then inspect him.
5 mins passed and I heard the knock. I went in then there was the maid, head bowed down, 6 feet 7 inches of pure slut. Taking hold of his lead I marched him through the apartment to the balcony. I could see the fear in his eyes as I led him out, fearful that anyone would see him. I don't know if anyone did but I still made him wave at imaginary people just in case.
After a few minutes we went back to the bedroom and I gently walked around him, inspecting his attire and also gently stroking him gently through the tightly stretch material over his immense frame. He was shaking so I took him in my arms, kissing him gently our tongues intertwining passionately. He was holding me so tight I thought he would crack a rib but whispered in my ear 'Thank you', looking him the eye I responded, 'You might not be saying that in 10 mins'.
I pushed him back onto the bed so he was sitting on the edge. I still had my bikers jacket, jockstrap and boots on and am sure he had noticed the riding crop in my pocket. He started asking questions and saying do this or that, well I wasn't having that. I stuffed my cock in his mouth, no preliminaries, just forced it all the way down his throat in one thrust and commenced a forceful skull fuck. That shut the slut up! I'd pulled his head back so I could see his eyes and eventually he had learnt his lesson so I yanked my cock out. He had saliva all over his face and dripping off his chin, he looked like such a cheap tart. I liked the saliva off his chin while pulling on his nipples through his dress. He really likes nipple torture but I wanted to torment his balls. I then remembered the nipple clamps on his collar. I pulled down the top of his dress slightly exposing his nipples then attached the clamps, tightly! Moving down I managed to give his bell end a tiny lick through his cage but my focus was very much on the massive pair of balls. I started licking them but quickly moved on to sucking them, one then the other. Each one completely filled my mouth and I started to suck each one into my mouth closing my lips over them so I had compete control of them, roughly pulling away from his body, stretching his balls. It was time to use the riding crop on them and I started to flick them the the end of the crop. The intensity gradually increased until I was really giving them a slap, eliciting yelps of pain and extasy.
I was working up to one of my favourite parts, rimming that perfect hole of his. I was still sucking his balls and my fingers started to move towards his hole to start giving him a tickle. What I found when my fingers got close to his hole made me furious.
A but plug, a fucking but plug' I yelled at him as I ripped it out of his hole. I was now waving it in front of his face, 'Who gave you permission? You know very well I hate the taste of lube, you fucking slut'. He was instructed to get on his hands and knees and having done so he started wriggling his bum around like a bitch in heat. What he didn't know was that my surprises were still to be revealed and now was the time. I reached under the pillow and pulled out wrist and leg restraints and I took no time in attaching them. I bound each arm to each leg so he was very tightly bent double with his arse in the air. Time to introduce my final two surprises, a ball gag and a leather paddle. I shoved the ball gag in and put a 10 inch dildo next to his head, Christ he loves that dildo. I gave him a couple of gentle taps on his arse with the paddle but this resulted in only more sluttish behaviours in terms of waving his arse in the air. Time for more robust punishment. With no warning I really let rip, the sound of leather on his arse was like a gun going off. He was struggling against his restraints but he wasn't going anywhere. His bottom was turning a nice shade of red and so I got a toy out which has spikes on a roller which you run over the skin. I applied this to his red flesh and he was making muffled noises through the gag. I pushed down harder and started moving down from his buttocks to his upper thigh and inside thigh getting close to his balls, He was trying to close his legs, instinctively trying to protect himself, but he couldn't. I reached between his legs and pulled his balls through his legs, really stretching them and then started rolling the spikes over them. I pushed down harder and from behind the gag I could tell he was getting into a real state so it was time to back off. I always get so turned on by seeing him like this, there is something very boyish in the way he looks at you, eyes full of wonder and but a devil in his smile. I knew that it was now or never and despite my aversion to the taste of lube, I had wiped as much off as I could, it was time to go in and really make him writhe.
I grabbed a cheek in each hand and went straight in, not licking or stroking, just my tongue strait up his arse. I wanted to feel that smooth flesh inside his arse, to flare my tongues inside him and worm it around. He couldn't take my onslaught and spat the gag out and was really becoming vocal. Restraints holding firm he couldn't stop my ministrations. He eventually calmed down and I could tell from the gentle mewing sounds he was making he had entered his happy place where he has given up resisting me, forgotten about the outside world and is just having pleasure.
I undid his restraints and rolled him onto his back. Shit, I had forgotten about the nipple clamps and when I took them off he winced so I licked them gently to ease the pain. I looked at his face, completely relaxed. he had been completely over stimulated by physical sensations and was now truly relaxed.. I unlocked his cage and released his magnificent cock, giving it a gentle such I move back up into his strong arms and held me as if his life depended on it. The kissing was gentle and passionate but suddenly he switched, He took control!
The Hunk started living up to his name, he was like a man possessed, seemingly all over my body at the same time. He was kissing me, playing with my nipples, wanking me the he was sucking me. He then started to finger me, no idea how he got the lube, I was loosing control of my senses. One finger, then two and I have no idea after that. I was in my own world with the hunk and things couldn't get any better, but then they did..
I told him I was coming and every time at this point he took his mouth off my cock, not today. He started to piston his fingers in and out of my whole and then bent his finger so he was rubbing against my prostate. He also forced my cock right down his throat so when I shot my load I was in deep, might have been helping as I started to buck my hips at this point as his fingers were still piston fucking my hole. Next thing I know he was kissing me, my spunk wrapped around both our tongues making them really slippery. This was a new one for both of us. and it was utter bliss.
We lay in each others arms, basking in the afterglow. I'm sure he thought it was all over but there was no way my man was leaving unsatisfied. I told him to stand at the end of the bed and there was just enough room for me to slide down in front of him with the bed supporting my back. He was rock hard and I love using my tongue on his bell end at the best of times but today I was really giving him some tongue action. Now I know how to give blow jobs but there is no way this was all I was going to give. On my way down the bed I had picked up a vibrator, not very thick but could get to all the good spots internally. I lube it up and inserted it, gently moving it from side to side and up and down his hole until I found the sweet spot of his prostate. Once located I started moving it over his prostate and started sucking his cock at the same time. I was taking his cock all the way and he was starting the thrust back so I upped the tempo of the vibrator. I was forcing it into him faster and faster and he kept pace fucking my mouth with increased tempo. His moans gave me an early warning and when I felt his cock start to swell I grabbed it with my other hand and pointed it at my mouth, looking up to see his blue eyes looking down an me in surprise. I'm sure he thought that was that but no. I had planned to snowball him but he had beaten me to that one, but feeling how slippery the spunk had made my tongue I had a plan B. He started to shoot a massive load, really thick and hot. Some went on my face and chest but more than enough went in my mouth. I gave him a wink them immediately started to suck him again, adopting the swirling motion of my tongue. The spunk had made is really slippy and the effect on him of giving his bell end this extra attention was entertaining to say the least. He was trying to get away, but I wrapped my arms around his hips and held on for dear life, he wasn't going anywhere. I had forgotten about the vibrator however, which was still up his arse buzzing away. Eventually it fell out and his squirming subsided so I let him go. I stood up with spunk all over my face and chest and the Hunk asked 'Who is the slut now?'.
After giving my face a quick wipe we lay in bed in each others arms, putting the world to rights as we usually do. Not sure if he tried to explain to me yet again that plugs are easy to fix and I don't need a new appliance just because the plug blows. I haven't told him that I have the same policy on shoes and shoe laces, if the lace breaks the shoe goes with it!!!
We actually met the next morning for a short, but very satisfying session.. The night before though the Hunk used a word to describe us which I know he regretted as soon as he said it. You see dear reader the Hunk and I know that our friendship will always be just that, nothing more and certainly nothing less. In the past 18 months I have relied on the Hunk for so much. He has been my strength, my stability, my honestly and makes me see things as they are. I have a tendency to over think things and throw the odd tantrum here and there. Our time together, unfortunately, is drawing to an end. Not because we don't want to see each other (I hope!) but because I have a terminal illness. Don't know how long I have, but the Hunk never makes me dwell on it and gives me strength and a talking to when I need it. My dear friend, even you can't make enough bricks to bridge the troubled waters I have ahead, but I'm so grateful you try to.
Sometimes its easier to write things than say them.
Be kind to each other, none of us know what is around the corner.
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