I started the week as a normal, vers guy, successful at work and quite confident in general. I only had some fantasies of servicing a hot guy, which i had never really done (only vanilla sex).
However, after meeting a young dominant master over the weekend, I am now shocked by the person I have turned out to be. I am also considering posting photos of my encounters with this person - with my face covered of course; it is very risky, but he has already shared some content of me on his social media, so I might as well do it myself. I apologize for the lengthy post, but initially I wrote this down after meeting him, as a way to remember every detail and try to process how a young stranger broke me and reshaped me, on my birthday nonetheless.
As I am writing this, I am looking at a screenshot taken from a video he made me film with his phone during our first meeting. It shows me, sitting on the floor against a white wall and I am holding a used condom in my mouth, with sperm dripping down my chin and onto my polo T-shirt.
I cannot believe it is me in this image and that this screenshot and the video it was taken from exist. I cannot believe I myself took the video...
This week I was in a city a few hours away from my hometown on business. Thursday was my birthday, and since I wanted some company away from home, I went on Grindr to look for a date or something to do. I was not successful, and at some point I went back to the profile of a 21-year-old stud, who apparently lived quite close to my hotel. I have a foot fetish, which at that point I had never really explored, and this young man had, among other very hot photos, a picture of him staring dominantly into the camera, with his beautiful bare soles showing.
He was obviously way out of my league, but after exchanging a few messages, I confessed to him that for my birthday I would do anything to experience a meeting with him. I told him that I was extremely aroused by his feet pictures and he replied that he knew quite well how to treat someone like me. Finally, we agreed that for a meeting with him I should compensate him and he sent me the address of his apartment.
He told me to hurry up before he changed his mind, so within twenty minutes I arrived at his apartment building. When I couldn’t find the right door, he came out to pick me up. My heart started racing when I saw this beefy, manly, young man walk towards me in a black T-shirt, military print shorts, and black flip-flops which showed off his feet. He looked a little bit bothered that he had to come out to find me, and, maybe already sensing his dominating character, I apologized - even though I really didn't have to do that. With an endearing look of superiority, he simply told me to follow him.
When we entered his small apartment, he pointed me to the sofa, and I sat down. As he was pouring two shots of vodka, he asked me if I wanted a drink. Without waiting for my reply, he told me "Have a shot, it’s your birthday". He pulled out a chair and sat in front of me. There was some small talk; he didn’t seem too interested and mostly just stared at me intensely with a very masculine look as I nervously blabbed on about something. Sitting so close to this big young man, I started feeling extremely aroused. After pouring a second shot for the two of us, he asked me what I felt like doing, now that I was actually there in front of him.
The vodka had probably made me lose some inhibitions already, and having his big legs and feet so close to me, I looked down to the floor and admitted that I would like to worship him. I had never done that kind of thing before, but I had often fantasized about it while looking at porn. He smiled at me, lit a cigarette and blew smoke my way, as I awkwardly added that I would really like to try and lick his feet. As I was speaking, I noticed that his tight shorts started bulging: he was obviously getting an erection. I had never been so close to a guy this perfect, who apparently was packing so much in his pants. Helpless, I leaned forward and started reaching for his crotch with my hand.
Before I could touch him, my left ear started ringing, my cheek tingling and burning. He had just smacked me very hard in the face.
I was in shock. What had just happened? Never in my adult life had I been hit by someone, and now I just got slapped by a stranger. It felt as if time stopped for a moment, and I think that in that short while something switched inside me.
After what seemed like an eternity of him staring at me in the eyes, he said: "I did not tell you you could touch it.". He continued "Say: I am sorry, Master Vlad." After a few seconds of silence, I realized that he had just ordered me to repeat those words. In a soft and passive voice, which I had never heard before, I said "I am sorry, Master Vlad." At that point, I realized that my cock was hard as a rock, pushing against my trousers. I felt in shock, but it was obvious to me that subconsciously I was extremely aroused by the situation.
I quickly realized that what was happening felt right to me, and surprisingly I collected myself a bit. This time with more confidence and awareness, I repeated "I am very sorry, master Vlad." He smirked at me, took a long puff, blew the smoke in my face again, and said "Get on your knees. I want you to get on your knees, on the floor and start licking my feet". His deep, resonant voice made me stand up from the sofa and quickly kneel down to the floor in the space between the sofa and his chair. I brought my mouth and nose to his right foot. I felt warm skin and the cold slipper on my lips, then opened my mouth and started licking, as if on auto-pilot. As I tasted his skin for the first time, images of that day’s corporate meeting flashed in my mind, and I wondered how that very same person now was on the floor of a small apartment, licking the foot of a charismatic alpha.
His foot slipped out of the flip flop and lifted a few inches from the ground. I understood that he wanted me to lick the bottom of his foot. I did, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him looking down at me while smoking his cigarette. From the floor, I was looking up to this young alpha, his sole pushing against my face, and I felt a warm sensation inside, as if I had finally found my purpose in life, confirmed by the fact that I still felt my dick pushing uncomfortably against my tight trousers.
I didn’t really know what I was doing; eventually I was sucking and gagging on this foot, trying to put more and more of it inside my mouth, as he seemed to enjoy it when I did that. I continued, as he occasionally incited me in a deep voice.
After a while, he pressed his other foot against my face, and I knew that I had to now lick and suck his other foot. After a while of me doing that, my saliva dripping all over, he took his foot out of my mouth and stood up. I slightly lifted my head and looked up to him, and saw him lower his shorts and dark briefs. His hard penis sprung out, he looked like the ultimate alpha man and at that point I didn’t know where my excitement level could go from there, how I could become more aroused than I already was. I noticed how his balls were hanging and how his hard cock was still fully covered by foreskin. How could it be that big and still have enough skin to cover his gland? I immediately started fantasizing about putting my tongue between his gland and his foreskin. On the tip of it, I noticed a drop of a shiny liquid, and I yearned to taste his pre-cum. But considering the slap he had given me before, I just laid there looking up at his manhood, not daring to move. I then saw a ball of spit leaving his mouth, hitting the head of his penis, and then dripping down the tip of his cock. His warm spit hit my face, as I was kneeling right below him.
I had just enjoyed yet another inebriating new experience: being spat on my face by a hot dominant alpha. You can imagine how by now I was in total ecstasy. I saw him take a step back and reach for something in his pocket; it was a condom wrap that he opened with his teeth. At that point, my pleasure started turning into fear. He wasn’t going to want to penetrate me, right? The last time I was fucked was two years ago, by a guy who probably measured half his size. Furthermore, I hadn’t even prepared, because on Grindr we had only talked about the possibility of me licking his feet and maybe tasting his cum. As he rolled the condom over his penis, he retracted his foreskin and struggled to pull the condom all the way to the base. Before I could think of anything to say, he told me "Keep sucking my feet, boy; I will prepare a little present for you". He then started stroking his cock. As I was just kneeling there doing nothing, he said loudly, "Go on, little piggy, I told you to lick my feet."
As I started licking his feet again, I put even more effort in it, maybe because I felt relieved and somewhat grateful that he didn’t plan to fuck me. I knew that, had me asked me to, I would have agreed and would have hurt myself badly, considering his size and my lack of experience as a bottom. I was again slurping on his foot, but this time I laid completely on my back on the floor and put his foot on my face in a way that would allow me to also look up at him jerking off in that condom. At some point I put my hand inside my pants, as I wanted to masturbate to that divine sight. He quickly took his foot out of my mouth and firmly pushed my arm away from my body with it. I understood that he didn’t want me to touch myself, so I passively accepted it and continued licking. After what could have been ten or twenty minutes —I don’t know—he started moaning more loudly as he pushed his foot deeper inside my mouth. I was on the floor gagging, my own spit already dripping down the sides of my mouth, when I saw him lean slightly forward as he let a long stream of saliva flow down towards my face. I moaned loudly as, like honey, his spit hit my face and flowed down the side of my nose, entering my eye socket and dripping down my cheek. I wiped my eye and then saw him finally shoot his load inside the condom. As he was cumming, I saw his white seed filling the tip of the condom; I moaned loudly, as if I were ejaculating myself. I was now literally salivating at his cum, while his foot filled me and his toes pushed against the roof of my mouth.
Finally, he sat down, took his foot away from my face, and told me to kneel up in front of him. Feeling my face flushing and saliva dripping down my chin, I sat up and watched him take off the condom, being careful not to let any cum leak out of it. As his dick pulled out of the latex, it heavily hit the edge of his chair. Over the smell of cigarette smoke, the smell of his sperm filled my nose, as a drop of cum left the tip of his wet penis and hit the floor next to me.
At this point, every cell in my body just wanted me to clean his wet penis, but, just as before, I didn’t dare to move. He dangled the condom before my face as it slightly stretched, weighted down by the sperm inside it. In his deep, chesty voice, he told me "This is your present." I was kneeling there, still as a statue, submissively looking at him as he placed the opening of the condom inside my mouth. I was now holding with my teeth and I didn't know what to do. I must have looked so pathetic kneeling there with a condom swinging in front of my throat, as it hanged from my mouth. He then stood up as I stared at his wet cock: almost flaccid, it looked bigger than an average erected penis. He pulled up his shorts and said to me, "It’s yours; you can eat it." He then pinched my cheek as I looked up at him—a young, dominant alpha treating a grown man in such a way. I thought how I was someone he had just met, yet so smoothly and charismatically subdued and bent to his will.
At this point, I just wanted this superior seed inside of my body. When he let go of my cheek, I finally moved: I pinched the tip of the condom between my fingers, lifted it up as I still bit down on the other end with my teeth, and let the warm cum flow inside my mouth.
I had tasted cum before, but this whole experience made what flooded my mouth taste like something divine. While the cum I had tasted before was somewhat watery, Vlad’s semen felt quite thick and dense. As I apparently gained some awareness, I recognized that I didn’t want to swallow it immediately, because I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. So I just started swishing Vlad's cum inside my mouth, as he intensely looked at me.
I was feeling extremely ashamed. I couldn’t recognize the person that was on the floor eating sperm from a condom; it felt like an out-of-body experience. After a while, the shame started to fade, and I embraced the fact that this alpha man seemed to be enjoying watching me have his sperm inside my mouth.
He hadn’t let me touch his penis, he hadn’t let me touch myself either, and yet I had never felt so satisfied.
Little did I know, the most shocking turn of events - the final blow to my self-esteem and confidence - was yet to happen.
Next to his chair were his briefs, as he apparently only pulled up his shorts and left those on the floor. He picked them up and put them around my face, as I was still holding his condom and seed in my mouth. I didn’t understand why he put this pair of worn underwear on my face. Maybe he wanted me to smell them - I had seen that done in porn before - but I couldn’t smell anything. Besides, the underwear had a big rip in it that left my nose and mouth exposed. The fabric in front of my eyes also had a small hole, so I saw him reach for his phone. He unlocked it, and then, in his authoritative voice, he told me to take a video of me eating his cum.
At this point, I was as powerless as I could be. I thought about the friends and family who wished me a happy birthday that day: I would die if anybody ever saw what was happening in that moment.
With my mind clouded by the hole experience, being that my face was covered by the underwear, I decided that I wanted to make Vlad happy; I needed to please him and do what he asked me to do. So I opened the Camera app on this phone and, trembling at first, took a video of myself with his underwear on my face and a condom hanging out of my mouth while excitedly swishing his sperm and showing it to the camera. While I was taking the video, now sitting on the floor with my back against a cabinet, he said to me, "Are you enjoying your birthday present? Happy birthday." I thanked him. I felt so ashamed, subdued and yet so aroused. In that moment, I realized that the pleasure Vlad was giving me that night outweighed any risk or any feeling of shame. I became convinced of this to the extent that when the underwear covering my face came off at some point, I kept on recording myself playing with his sperm and condom.
After a while, he took back his phone and told me "Now swallow all of it, then open your mouth and show me." I did, and as I swallowed this seed, while the God who had given it to me watched, I felt an indescribable sensation of fulfillment.
After I showed Vlad that my mouth was empty, he patted my face and told me that I had been a good boy and that I should now go back home.
I stood up, high on an unknown feeling. He walked towards the front door to show me out, and I followed him. On the way out I saw the bathroom, but couldn't bring myself to ask if I could use it, maybe still high and in shock. I felt that my face was wet, so I wiped it with my shirt, which already had a big wet spot on the chest area, where some cum and saliva had dripped from my mouth as I took the video.
He charmingly said good-bye and he opened the front door. I looked at this broad shouldered young man towering over me, I said ‘thank you’ and walked out. With a big wet stain on my polo shirt, I walked the short distance back to my hotel, reliving in my mind what had just happened. I don't know how I looked or whether someone on the street or in the hotel lobby noticed anything.
As soon as I entered my hotel room, I laid on the bed and pulled my shirt over my face, so that the cum stain on it would be against my nose and mouth. I reached for my pockets to look for the condom, but it wasn't there; I had probably dropped it in his apartment. I then unbuttoned my pants and starting jerking my cock, which felt lubed by the pre-cum I had apparently been leaking all night long. While I masturbated, I pictured Vlad's masculine face smoking, his feet and I pictured the moment his big wet cock came out of the condom. I don’t think I have ever summed more intensely than that time.
I then pulled my shirt back down away from my face, it soaked up my cum and I just laid there, thinking about my life.
After some time, I heard a notification on my phone. It was Vlad: he texted that I had turned him on a lot, being so passive and submissive. Nobody had ever referred to me as passive or submissive, but this is obviously who I am. I started typing a message thanking him, but stopped as he sent me some images. It was four photos: screenshots taken from the video I had filmed. I felt a flush of blood rush to my head.
The video.
This whole time in my hotel room I had not thought once of the video I had taken.
What made my heart pound even faster was the realization that, in two of the photos, my face was fully visible and wasn't covered by the underwear. I saw myself with a condom in my mouth and felt a rush of fear, adrenaline and, apparently, lust - as I felt my dick getting hard again. The feeling of panic faded a bit as I felt like masturbating once more, this time looking at those disgusting and degrading pictures of me.
Do you know how, after you have masturbated to porn, you usually close the porn webpage and move on with your day? Even after this second orgasm, Vladimir was still all I could think about. At that point, I was certain that what had happened was a life-changing experience, something special.
After laying there a few minutes, I took my phone and canceled the high-speed train ticket I had booked for the following day. I also extended my hotel reservation for two days, as I knew that I had to meet him again, to try to relive this experience at least one more time.
However, after meeting a young dominant master over the weekend, I am now shocked by the person I have turned out to be. I am also considering posting photos of my encounters with this person - with my face covered of course; it is very risky, but he has already shared some content of me on his social media, so I might as well do it myself. I apologize for the lengthy post, but initially I wrote this down after meeting him, as a way to remember every detail and try to process how a young stranger broke me and reshaped me, on my birthday nonetheless.
As I am writing this, I am looking at a screenshot taken from a video he made me film with his phone during our first meeting. It shows me, sitting on the floor against a white wall and I am holding a used condom in my mouth, with sperm dripping down my chin and onto my polo T-shirt.
I cannot believe it is me in this image and that this screenshot and the video it was taken from exist. I cannot believe I myself took the video...
This week I was in a city a few hours away from my hometown on business. Thursday was my birthday, and since I wanted some company away from home, I went on Grindr to look for a date or something to do. I was not successful, and at some point I went back to the profile of a 21-year-old stud, who apparently lived quite close to my hotel. I have a foot fetish, which at that point I had never really explored, and this young man had, among other very hot photos, a picture of him staring dominantly into the camera, with his beautiful bare soles showing.
He was obviously way out of my league, but after exchanging a few messages, I confessed to him that for my birthday I would do anything to experience a meeting with him. I told him that I was extremely aroused by his feet pictures and he replied that he knew quite well how to treat someone like me. Finally, we agreed that for a meeting with him I should compensate him and he sent me the address of his apartment.
He told me to hurry up before he changed his mind, so within twenty minutes I arrived at his apartment building. When I couldn’t find the right door, he came out to pick me up. My heart started racing when I saw this beefy, manly, young man walk towards me in a black T-shirt, military print shorts, and black flip-flops which showed off his feet. He looked a little bit bothered that he had to come out to find me, and, maybe already sensing his dominating character, I apologized - even though I really didn't have to do that. With an endearing look of superiority, he simply told me to follow him.
When we entered his small apartment, he pointed me to the sofa, and I sat down. As he was pouring two shots of vodka, he asked me if I wanted a drink. Without waiting for my reply, he told me "Have a shot, it’s your birthday". He pulled out a chair and sat in front of me. There was some small talk; he didn’t seem too interested and mostly just stared at me intensely with a very masculine look as I nervously blabbed on about something. Sitting so close to this big young man, I started feeling extremely aroused. After pouring a second shot for the two of us, he asked me what I felt like doing, now that I was actually there in front of him.
The vodka had probably made me lose some inhibitions already, and having his big legs and feet so close to me, I looked down to the floor and admitted that I would like to worship him. I had never done that kind of thing before, but I had often fantasized about it while looking at porn. He smiled at me, lit a cigarette and blew smoke my way, as I awkwardly added that I would really like to try and lick his feet. As I was speaking, I noticed that his tight shorts started bulging: he was obviously getting an erection. I had never been so close to a guy this perfect, who apparently was packing so much in his pants. Helpless, I leaned forward and started reaching for his crotch with my hand.
Before I could touch him, my left ear started ringing, my cheek tingling and burning. He had just smacked me very hard in the face.
I was in shock. What had just happened? Never in my adult life had I been hit by someone, and now I just got slapped by a stranger. It felt as if time stopped for a moment, and I think that in that short while something switched inside me.
After what seemed like an eternity of him staring at me in the eyes, he said: "I did not tell you you could touch it.". He continued "Say: I am sorry, Master Vlad." After a few seconds of silence, I realized that he had just ordered me to repeat those words. In a soft and passive voice, which I had never heard before, I said "I am sorry, Master Vlad." At that point, I realized that my cock was hard as a rock, pushing against my trousers. I felt in shock, but it was obvious to me that subconsciously I was extremely aroused by the situation.
I quickly realized that what was happening felt right to me, and surprisingly I collected myself a bit. This time with more confidence and awareness, I repeated "I am very sorry, master Vlad." He smirked at me, took a long puff, blew the smoke in my face again, and said "Get on your knees. I want you to get on your knees, on the floor and start licking my feet". His deep, resonant voice made me stand up from the sofa and quickly kneel down to the floor in the space between the sofa and his chair. I brought my mouth and nose to his right foot. I felt warm skin and the cold slipper on my lips, then opened my mouth and started licking, as if on auto-pilot. As I tasted his skin for the first time, images of that day’s corporate meeting flashed in my mind, and I wondered how that very same person now was on the floor of a small apartment, licking the foot of a charismatic alpha.
His foot slipped out of the flip flop and lifted a few inches from the ground. I understood that he wanted me to lick the bottom of his foot. I did, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him looking down at me while smoking his cigarette. From the floor, I was looking up to this young alpha, his sole pushing against my face, and I felt a warm sensation inside, as if I had finally found my purpose in life, confirmed by the fact that I still felt my dick pushing uncomfortably against my tight trousers.
I didn’t really know what I was doing; eventually I was sucking and gagging on this foot, trying to put more and more of it inside my mouth, as he seemed to enjoy it when I did that. I continued, as he occasionally incited me in a deep voice.
After a while, he pressed his other foot against my face, and I knew that I had to now lick and suck his other foot. After a while of me doing that, my saliva dripping all over, he took his foot out of my mouth and stood up. I slightly lifted my head and looked up to him, and saw him lower his shorts and dark briefs. His hard penis sprung out, he looked like the ultimate alpha man and at that point I didn’t know where my excitement level could go from there, how I could become more aroused than I already was. I noticed how his balls were hanging and how his hard cock was still fully covered by foreskin. How could it be that big and still have enough skin to cover his gland? I immediately started fantasizing about putting my tongue between his gland and his foreskin. On the tip of it, I noticed a drop of a shiny liquid, and I yearned to taste his pre-cum. But considering the slap he had given me before, I just laid there looking up at his manhood, not daring to move. I then saw a ball of spit leaving his mouth, hitting the head of his penis, and then dripping down the tip of his cock. His warm spit hit my face, as I was kneeling right below him.
I had just enjoyed yet another inebriating new experience: being spat on my face by a hot dominant alpha. You can imagine how by now I was in total ecstasy. I saw him take a step back and reach for something in his pocket; it was a condom wrap that he opened with his teeth. At that point, my pleasure started turning into fear. He wasn’t going to want to penetrate me, right? The last time I was fucked was two years ago, by a guy who probably measured half his size. Furthermore, I hadn’t even prepared, because on Grindr we had only talked about the possibility of me licking his feet and maybe tasting his cum. As he rolled the condom over his penis, he retracted his foreskin and struggled to pull the condom all the way to the base. Before I could think of anything to say, he told me "Keep sucking my feet, boy; I will prepare a little present for you". He then started stroking his cock. As I was just kneeling there doing nothing, he said loudly, "Go on, little piggy, I told you to lick my feet."
As I started licking his feet again, I put even more effort in it, maybe because I felt relieved and somewhat grateful that he didn’t plan to fuck me. I knew that, had me asked me to, I would have agreed and would have hurt myself badly, considering his size and my lack of experience as a bottom. I was again slurping on his foot, but this time I laid completely on my back on the floor and put his foot on my face in a way that would allow me to also look up at him jerking off in that condom. At some point I put my hand inside my pants, as I wanted to masturbate to that divine sight. He quickly took his foot out of my mouth and firmly pushed my arm away from my body with it. I understood that he didn’t want me to touch myself, so I passively accepted it and continued licking. After what could have been ten or twenty minutes —I don’t know—he started moaning more loudly as he pushed his foot deeper inside my mouth. I was on the floor gagging, my own spit already dripping down the sides of my mouth, when I saw him lean slightly forward as he let a long stream of saliva flow down towards my face. I moaned loudly as, like honey, his spit hit my face and flowed down the side of my nose, entering my eye socket and dripping down my cheek. I wiped my eye and then saw him finally shoot his load inside the condom. As he was cumming, I saw his white seed filling the tip of the condom; I moaned loudly, as if I were ejaculating myself. I was now literally salivating at his cum, while his foot filled me and his toes pushed against the roof of my mouth.
Finally, he sat down, took his foot away from my face, and told me to kneel up in front of him. Feeling my face flushing and saliva dripping down my chin, I sat up and watched him take off the condom, being careful not to let any cum leak out of it. As his dick pulled out of the latex, it heavily hit the edge of his chair. Over the smell of cigarette smoke, the smell of his sperm filled my nose, as a drop of cum left the tip of his wet penis and hit the floor next to me.
At this point, every cell in my body just wanted me to clean his wet penis, but, just as before, I didn’t dare to move. He dangled the condom before my face as it slightly stretched, weighted down by the sperm inside it. In his deep, chesty voice, he told me "This is your present." I was kneeling there, still as a statue, submissively looking at him as he placed the opening of the condom inside my mouth. I was now holding with my teeth and I didn't know what to do. I must have looked so pathetic kneeling there with a condom swinging in front of my throat, as it hanged from my mouth. He then stood up as I stared at his wet cock: almost flaccid, it looked bigger than an average erected penis. He pulled up his shorts and said to me, "It’s yours; you can eat it." He then pinched my cheek as I looked up at him—a young, dominant alpha treating a grown man in such a way. I thought how I was someone he had just met, yet so smoothly and charismatically subdued and bent to his will.
At this point, I just wanted this superior seed inside of my body. When he let go of my cheek, I finally moved: I pinched the tip of the condom between my fingers, lifted it up as I still bit down on the other end with my teeth, and let the warm cum flow inside my mouth.
I had tasted cum before, but this whole experience made what flooded my mouth taste like something divine. While the cum I had tasted before was somewhat watery, Vlad’s semen felt quite thick and dense. As I apparently gained some awareness, I recognized that I didn’t want to swallow it immediately, because I wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. So I just started swishing Vlad's cum inside my mouth, as he intensely looked at me.
I was feeling extremely ashamed. I couldn’t recognize the person that was on the floor eating sperm from a condom; it felt like an out-of-body experience. After a while, the shame started to fade, and I embraced the fact that this alpha man seemed to be enjoying watching me have his sperm inside my mouth.
He hadn’t let me touch his penis, he hadn’t let me touch myself either, and yet I had never felt so satisfied.
Little did I know, the most shocking turn of events - the final blow to my self-esteem and confidence - was yet to happen.
Next to his chair were his briefs, as he apparently only pulled up his shorts and left those on the floor. He picked them up and put them around my face, as I was still holding his condom and seed in my mouth. I didn’t understand why he put this pair of worn underwear on my face. Maybe he wanted me to smell them - I had seen that done in porn before - but I couldn’t smell anything. Besides, the underwear had a big rip in it that left my nose and mouth exposed. The fabric in front of my eyes also had a small hole, so I saw him reach for his phone. He unlocked it, and then, in his authoritative voice, he told me to take a video of me eating his cum.
At this point, I was as powerless as I could be. I thought about the friends and family who wished me a happy birthday that day: I would die if anybody ever saw what was happening in that moment.
With my mind clouded by the hole experience, being that my face was covered by the underwear, I decided that I wanted to make Vlad happy; I needed to please him and do what he asked me to do. So I opened the Camera app on this phone and, trembling at first, took a video of myself with his underwear on my face and a condom hanging out of my mouth while excitedly swishing his sperm and showing it to the camera. While I was taking the video, now sitting on the floor with my back against a cabinet, he said to me, "Are you enjoying your birthday present? Happy birthday." I thanked him. I felt so ashamed, subdued and yet so aroused. In that moment, I realized that the pleasure Vlad was giving me that night outweighed any risk or any feeling of shame. I became convinced of this to the extent that when the underwear covering my face came off at some point, I kept on recording myself playing with his sperm and condom.
After a while, he took back his phone and told me "Now swallow all of it, then open your mouth and show me." I did, and as I swallowed this seed, while the God who had given it to me watched, I felt an indescribable sensation of fulfillment.
After I showed Vlad that my mouth was empty, he patted my face and told me that I had been a good boy and that I should now go back home.
I stood up, high on an unknown feeling. He walked towards the front door to show me out, and I followed him. On the way out I saw the bathroom, but couldn't bring myself to ask if I could use it, maybe still high and in shock. I felt that my face was wet, so I wiped it with my shirt, which already had a big wet spot on the chest area, where some cum and saliva had dripped from my mouth as I took the video.
He charmingly said good-bye and he opened the front door. I looked at this broad shouldered young man towering over me, I said ‘thank you’ and walked out. With a big wet stain on my polo shirt, I walked the short distance back to my hotel, reliving in my mind what had just happened. I don't know how I looked or whether someone on the street or in the hotel lobby noticed anything.
As soon as I entered my hotel room, I laid on the bed and pulled my shirt over my face, so that the cum stain on it would be against my nose and mouth. I reached for my pockets to look for the condom, but it wasn't there; I had probably dropped it in his apartment. I then unbuttoned my pants and starting jerking my cock, which felt lubed by the pre-cum I had apparently been leaking all night long. While I masturbated, I pictured Vlad's masculine face smoking, his feet and I pictured the moment his big wet cock came out of the condom. I don’t think I have ever summed more intensely than that time.
I then pulled my shirt back down away from my face, it soaked up my cum and I just laid there, thinking about my life.
After some time, I heard a notification on my phone. It was Vlad: he texted that I had turned him on a lot, being so passive and submissive. Nobody had ever referred to me as passive or submissive, but this is obviously who I am. I started typing a message thanking him, but stopped as he sent me some images. It was four photos: screenshots taken from the video I had filmed. I felt a flush of blood rush to my head.
The video.
This whole time in my hotel room I had not thought once of the video I had taken.
What made my heart pound even faster was the realization that, in two of the photos, my face was fully visible and wasn't covered by the underwear. I saw myself with a condom in my mouth and felt a rush of fear, adrenaline and, apparently, lust - as I felt my dick getting hard again. The feeling of panic faded a bit as I felt like masturbating once more, this time looking at those disgusting and degrading pictures of me.
Do you know how, after you have masturbated to porn, you usually close the porn webpage and move on with your day? Even after this second orgasm, Vladimir was still all I could think about. At that point, I was certain that what had happened was a life-changing experience, something special.
After laying there a few minutes, I took my phone and canceled the high-speed train ticket I had booked for the following day. I also extended my hotel reservation for two days, as I knew that I had to meet him again, to try to relive this experience at least one more time.
