Dominated by Nick : Part 1

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

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A long hot day was drawing into a warm evening. He called through from the kitchen to ask what I might want for dinner. I replied, as I was sorting the washing, that he could chose. It was only when I returned to the kitchen that I noticed what he was doing. He was stood at the kitchen table with his trousers and briefs around his ankles, sticking his tight butt out, wiping a soft white slice of bread between his perfect cheeks. He looked round at me and smirked. “Hope you’re feeling hungry boy”, his voice had now lowered an octave, adopted a more authoritarian tone.

I knew we were on. My training had conditioned me to look down at such moments. My cock was swelling in my briefs and I struggled to suppress a smile. A deep liquid feeling sank through my body. I was all his. My bum hole gave a whimpering pucker.

The loud rip of a fart made me look up, only to be met with a cruel glint of the eye and a dark smile. He wiped the bread slightly more against his unfathomably perfect ass and told me to undress. I couldn’t get my clothes off quick enough.

I stood naked, the cool breeze of summer running over my bare body from the open kitchen door, tickling the hair on my testicles slightly.

“Are you scared baby?”

“Yes” I replied, trying to keep the thrill out of my voice. I was in heaven. The whole experience was just starting and I didn’t know how long it would last. My asshole give another little dilated gasp, yearning for his cock.

He laughed back at me, “I’m going to make you wish you’d never been born”.

Involuntary ass pucker. Give it to me.

“Yes sir”

“Do you want that boy?”

He was suddenly close to me, I bowed my head and looked at him through my fringe. He gently took it aside with the palm of his big hand - always surprisingly rough when felt against the face.

I raised my eyes though not my head. “I want it so much sir”, I was trembling. Parting my lips, I leaned in as much as I dared, which was barely anything at all. I wanted his lips.

I held his gaze.

He smiled, his beautiful man smile, so much control and power, crossed with a kid on Christmas morning. The last time we might feel equal for a long while. Blood rushes to my crotch.

Now his palm cups my blushing cheek, he stares deeply into my eyes as my now fully erect cock touches his jeans. Without looking down his eyebrows raise a cruelly small fraction. He skims the back of his fingers down my bulging penis, gently running down the shaft and glancing the scrotum with the back of his hand.

My parted lips mime a word. A shape. Doesn't know how to say anything.

He takes off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. His inner thighs brush against my own as he steps out of his jeans. Now wearing only his briefs he stands closer to me, now I can feel his warmth, I can feel his smooth skin against my own even though only his body heat connects us. He lifts a knee, just enough that my testicles rest on his hairy knee.

Deep eye contact.

He raises his knee by a centimeter at fist, then slowly, smoothly, a little more, until my testicles are being lifted back against my body, eventually with enough force to squash them, but the main force is against my perineum, gently, I feel a gushing of my prostate.

Still holding my gaze, he now leans his naked stomach and chest against my own, brings his lips close to mine, I can feel the taught stomach muscles beneath the impossibly smooth skin. I can taste his breath. He lifts his lips to my nose and lets out a long, brutal belch. Can barely hold eye contact for the laughter.

“Sorry boy,” he says as he gently pats my cheeks with both hands.

“You’re in for a long one”.

Realizing I’m smiling I look down, play along. He lifts my head up and kisses me teasingly, bites my lower lip. Holds eye contact.

I want to put my arms around his waist, pull him close, snog his face off. But I know better than to touch him uninstructed when we’re playing. He pulls me close, groin pressed tightly against his own, runs his hands down my back and squeezes a buttock in each hand when he reaches them. He kisses me properly now, I can’t help but groan. He tastes amazing - how the fuck am I going to last - at this rate I’ll shoot my load in a couple of minutes. He runs his index finger down my butt crack and gently rubs my bum hole. I raise up on the balls of my feet.

“I love you” - it slips out of my mouth, involuntarily in my breath. I can hardly think. He continues to kiss me, smiles broadly. After a few seconds kissing he pulls back, keeping my throbbing groin held firmly against his own. Pushes his forwards. Shifts his weight slightly so his hot bulge behind his briefs rubs my naked dick. He looks at me smiling, spits into my face and goes back in to lick it all around my face. I smell his tongue as he licks over my nose. I think I’m going to cum soon.

With that he pulls away. “Wait there boy”.

I hear a kitchen chair scraping across the tiled floor of the kitchen. He comes back in front of me and pushes me back until I’m against the wall. He pushes me down into the chair. Before I know it he’s clicking the lock of a d-lock around my neck and I’m chained against a rail on the wall.

I’m staring at his sizzle bulge inside his briefs. He moves closer so his package is now pushed against my face. It smells magnificent, slightly musky but it’s unmistakably him. His perfect, manly scent. I want to inhale his hole body. I allow my parted lips to gently touch his head behind the tight briefs.

“ah, ah.” he teasingly admonishes me.

He straddles me on the chair, his perfect toned thighs now against my sides, his perfect weight sitting in my lap, my rock hard penis streaks a line of premium along the perfect valley of the curves of his buttocks, my dick pressed against the tight material of his underwear. He licks my face again, grins a big proud grin against my face. “Open your mouth boy” I do and he gently opens his mouth, allowing a big slimy wad to slowly roll off his lips and drop into my mouth. It’s really viscous and tastes like kissing him.

He reaches to a table to my left and picks up the bread he was wiping against his bare ass earlier. He holds it out, it’s flopping slightly, it’s slightly compressed from pushing against those flawless butt cheeks. He brigs the slice to my face and I open my mouth to eat it.


“ah ah”, with a smile, he closes my mouth. “Sniff”. He raises it to my nose and I take a deep breath through my nose. It smells like his arse, the cruel rounded smell of his farts linger on the floppy bread.

“open”.

I open my mouth and he forces the entire slice in, followed by a couple of big spits. He closes my mouth for me.

“Eat boy. You don’t know when you’ll be eating again”.

I munch the bread, savouring the fart taste, my jaw hurts but I eventually get it all down. I open my mouth to show him I’ve eaten it up like a good boy.

We kiss for a while and I notice that I’m starting to pump my hips so my cock head rubs against his firm butt cheeks held cruelly behind the underwear.

“Are you trying to hump me boy?”

I look down

He lifts my chin so we’re gazing into each others eyes.

“Yes sir”

“You’d like to rub up against me wouldn’t you”

“Yes sir”

He gets up and I miss his tight thighs against my sides. I instantly want him back. He steps out of his underwear. His cock is ragingly hard. He walk up to me, I open my mouth to receive his cock, but he turns round, pushes out his butt to spread his cheeks and pushes it into my face. I feel his big hand on the back of my head pushing it in further. We’ve done this a lot before, it’s one of my favourite things to do. As he rubs my head up and down he finds the right amount to rub his butthole between my nose and my mouth. I lick and sniff, hardly able to think, lapping at him and trying to get my tongue into his hole. He lets a long fart out into my face and I think I’m going to cum without being touched. It’s a cruel, tease of a smell, rounded and squashy. I moan and he laughs.

“Whiff it up boy”

He pulls away and leans down to my face, smiling into my gaze as I struggle to find my focus. He sniffs.

“Your face smells like my arse”. He laughs and I smile up at him, adoringly. I would worship this man. I want to fall to my knees and beg him for more. He dribbles lube down onto my throbbing dick.

He turns round again but this time squats down, sticking his bum out against my raging cock. He begins to use those gorgeous thighs to lift himself up and down very slightly, very slowly, so his smooth cheeks rub against my exposed glands. He farts again, a loud, slap in the face fart, a fart that wants to humiliate you. I really am close now.

He keeps going, now with a little more weight, never allowing my cock to be too near entering him, but using those cheeks of muscle to rub the cum out of me.

“I’m going to cum sir”

I barely manage to get the words out before hot spasms squirt ropes of cum all over his ass. He bends over fully now and orders “Clean it up boi, clean it up then I’ll punish you for your disrespect”. My penis is still bulging at full pressure as I lick the thick cum from between his buttocks, he’s moving his ass around so it’s smearing the cum over my face as I lap at his hole. When I think I have it all eaten up he stands and puts a chain around my neck and unlocks the d-lock.

He begins to walk off and pull me, via the chain, with him so I follow him. He stops and turns around, slaps me, hard enough to be painful. Not laughing now. “On your knees fart face. Crawl like a bitch”.

I get down to my knees and follow him down to the basement. I know what’s coming and I am dreading it as well as being excited. He’s going to put me in the cell.

Outside the heavy door with it’s locks on the outside he makes me stop.

“Does my little fart bitch need to wee wee?”

I nod my head, sadly, avoid eye contact. It does shame me what I know he’ll make me do, but I’m so turned on.

He grins at my blushing. I have to squat over a drain in the floor and urinate. He makes me look him in the eye as I do it. It’s a mess because I’m so horny, piss is going everywhere. He smiles cruelly as I piss and when I’m finished he reaches for the hosepipe. I beg him “please sir, please it’s so cold, please, anything…” he holds my gaze, love me begging. I’m almost crying because I know what’s about to happen but as I begin to fill up he squirts me with a jet of cold water, washes the piss and cum off my trembling body.

He stops after about 30 seconds. I’m now in a frontal position and shaking so much I can’t even stand. He approaches me with a warm, soft towel and dries me off. I cling to him, my arms around his neck, begging for forgiveness through the shivers, I tell him I’m so sorry, what can I do, anything, please but this.

Whilst I’m doing this he opens the door to the cell, a small room 5” long by 3” wide. Rubber on the walls but the floor is cold tile. “No sir, please, please have mercy”

At that line he stops and looks into my eyes, a smile crosses his face and he learns closer, his lips part and I lean in to kiss him, but he thrusts me away, his leg trips me up and I fall into the cell.

“No wanking"

He turns and punches a fart into the room at me, a long, loud, pungent fart, then spits at me.

“5 hours”

Then he farts at me again and slams the door leaving me in total darkness.

I lie on the cold tiles and try not to think about my now erect cock. I know he can see what I’m doing on the built in night vision camera. I try and sleep but I can’t. I try not to think of him because my cock is hurting so much from the constant arousal but I can’t. It’s going to be a long 5 hours, but I know what’s going to happen when he lets me out. It’s agony.

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