A Vers Boy

The rubber bondage toy tightly bound and gagged ready for the final touch of his punishment hogtie : the strict gagging effect : HUUUUUUUUMMMPPPHH !

Thanks to the hot rubber sub !

Other guys, dudes in skintight rubber, lycra, ultra-tight skinny jeans are waited on this hogtie table ! Contact by e-mail at : [email protected]

Le petit jouet de bondage en latex prêt pour la touche finale de son hogtie punitif : le bâillon très sévère : HUUUUUUUMMMPPPFFFFF !

D’autres mecs en latex, en lycra ou en jeans hyper-moulant sont volontiers les bienvenus sur cette table de hogtie :-) Intéressé ? Annonce-toi par e-mail à :

In the spirit of the season, @bdsmboy26 has sent me a gift. He said it was time to put “the hush back into the puppy.”

I have a submissive boyfriend who is quite a bit older than me (he is a bearded guy in his late thirties, and I am only just in my mid-twenties). That age difference in itself makes his submission to me VERY sexy (calling him ‘boy’ with a smirk, whilst sliding my cock into his mouth and stroking his beard is always a thrill!). But dishing out punishments to him for disrespect is my absolute *favourite* thing to do. (I know how much part of him hates the idea of receiving “behaviour correction” from a guy nearly fifteen years his junior, but his submissive side always wins out, so he has to just swallow his pride and take it…!)  Anyway - I’m a huge fan of getting head, so I often try to make his punishments involve an element of him sucking my cock. I’ve got *so* many stories I could tell you, but my all-time favourite blowjob has to be one from a couple of months back: It was late in the evening, and he was dropping hints about how desperate he was to cum that night (I hadn’t let him orgasm in nearly five days). I explained that I was having a lot of fun stringing him out – which provoked him to insult me (I forget exactly what he said), and go into a visible sulk.  “Boy!” I snapped, as sharply as I could. (There’s a certain tone I adopt which lets him know that some “attitude correction” is coming.) I immediately told him to take his top off and kneel before me on the floor, with his hands on his head – which he did, albeit with a scowl on his face. Then I went to the kitchen and filled a pint-sized glass up to the brim with water. I went back into the bedroom where I had left him kneeling, put the glass to his lips and told him to drink the lot. When he had drunk it all I put the glass away, and left him kneeling there for a couple of minutes longer, whilst I stripped down to my underwear. By this time, the water was just beginning to trickle down to his bladder, and I could already see him fidgeting where he knelt on the floor. I sauntered over to him, and pulled my cock out, rubbing it casually against his lips.  “Something the matter, boy?”

He mumbled something about needing to piss, to which I replied that he was staying there, on his knees, with his hands on his head, until he’d sucked every last drop of cum out of my cock.

What followed was forty minutes of the most intense, pleasurable head I have ever received in my life. For one thing, in his attempt to speedily retrieve my nut, so he could quickly go to the bathroom, he was sucking FURIOUSLY, as though his life depended on it! But every time his (considerable) skills brought me too close, I told him: “Off.” Reluctantly, he would remove my cock from his mouth, and glare at me whilst I reminded him why he was being punished, how his needs were *always* secondary to mine, and how *I* decide when and if he cums. After soliciting a few “Yes, sir”s from him, and having calmed down, I would let him carry on with the blowjob.

As time went on, his bladder got more and more full, until he was clearly desperate to piss (as he sucked his face went VERY red, and he was fidgeting and squirming like crazy!) After we hit the thirty-minute mark, his resolve totally broke, and he accepted completely that I was in charge. Sulking finished, he then spent the rest of the blowjob moaning and whimpering as he slobbered feverishly over my cock, trying desperately to coax me to orgasm.

Eventually I took pity on him, and unloaded in his mouth (of course, he swallowed, and thanked me – like a good boy). To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever shot a harder load in my life… Afterwards I put my hand under his chin and asked him whether he’d learnt his lesson. He agreed that I was fully in charge of when and if he cums, and he accepted his behaviour had been out of line. 

I then let him go to the bathroom (I’ve never seen someone run so quickly in their life) and I listened, smugly, as he gasped, relieving himself for several minutes. When he came back in, he meekly got in bed next to me, and didn’t mention wanting to cum again that night.

Probably the first time I was locked in chastity by @seabondagesadist where I physically didn’t have the keys. We’d played a couple times before; I’d keep myself locked in chastity for a few days, then he’d have me over, tie me up and, after some fun and teasing, let me cum. One time, I had 30 minutes to free myself from a tight hogtie or he’d keep me locked in chastity for up to 15 days, 1 day for every two minutes I failed to free myself. I couldn’t get out, and so I was sent home locked and keyless.