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By (user no longer on site)
2 weeks ago
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I waited.
Everything was still. Silent. The hood plunged me into total darkness — thick, warm fabric hugging my head, the blindfold sewn in tight, silencing my vision, cutting me off. My mouth was the only part of me exposed, parted slightly, anticipating. Vulnerable.
Naked. Kneeling. Owned.
My breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling as my mind swirled with arousal and uncertainty. Each second stretched longer, thick with tension. I had no idea how long I’d been there. That was part of it — the not knowing. I wasn’t in control.
Then, all at once, hands. Quiet. Deliberate. They cradled my face — not rough, but confident, firm. Holding me like a thing. A possession.
No words. Just breath.
And then, his tongue. It slid into my mouth — slowly, confidently — not searching, but claiming. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a silent instruction: open up. I obeyed without thinking. I let him taste me, take from me. My body froze in the stillness of it, knees pressing harder into the carpet.
Then… gone.
He disappeared as silently as he arrived. I was alone again — hooded, silent, exposed — until I felt it: the smooth, hot pressure of his cock at my lips. Heavy. Demanding.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.
His hands returned to the back of my head, fingers tightening, guiding me forward. I opened for him — wide — and felt him slowly begin to thrust into my mouth. Inch by thick inch, he fed it to me, and I took it, letting him use me at his pace. I could feel him grow, hardening against my tongue, pushing deeper with every stroke.
He was big — easily seven and a half inches, thick, full, the kind of cock that didn’t just fill your mouth — it owned it. And I let him.
No speaking. No stroking. No touching myself.
That was the rule — I don’t get touched. I don’t get to come. I exist for his pleasure only.
He pulled out, and I felt the weight of his balls press against my lips. Instinctively, I opened again. He let me suck on them, filling my mouth with their heat before sliding his cock back in. Faster this time. Deeper. His thrusts began to carry more urgency — hips snapping forward, hands pulling me down harder. I was gagging, drooling, moaning softly through my throat as he used me like a toy.
I wasn’t a man in that moment. I wasn’t anything except a hole — a mouth made to serve him.
His groans grew louder. Breath shorter. He was close. I could feel it — the tension in his body, the way his hands gripped tighter, like he was about to burst.
And I still wasn’t allowed to touch myself.
Then suddenly, he slammed all the way in. His thick cock pushed past my gag, burying itself deep in my throat, and he held me there. No movement. Just raw pressure. My nose against his skin. His shaft pulsing.
Then he moaned — low, guttural.
And I felt it: thick, hot cum spurting down my throat in waves. I had no warning. No control. Just the warm, sticky rush of him unloading deep inside me. It was a lot — more than I expected — and sweet, somehow, coating the back of my throat.
I swallowed. I had to.
He stayed buried in my mouth for a moment longer, letting the last drops spill onto my tongue. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Then, he pulled out, slowly. I gasped softly — not for air, but from the sheer intensity of what had just happened.
He leaned in close. I could feel his breath again.
A soft kiss — light, tender — pressed against my spit-slicked lips.
Then a whisper:
“Good boy. Now you can go.”
That was it.
I sat in the silence again. Alone. Caught between afterglow and obedience. When I finally pulled the hood off, the room was empty. He had vanished — like a ghost who left only his taste behind.
I stood up, legs a little shaky, throat still warm. I got dressed slowly, savoring the ache in my knees, the faint stretch in my jaw, the overwhelming fullness in my gut.
No one said goodbye.
I walked out with his cum still fresh in my mouth. The taste lingered. And so did the feeling:
Used. Owned. Controlled.
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Love a guy turn up empty my balls and leave, its a great method of de-stressing. Younger guys are my favourite 
