Gay stories: I was a bad boy

In my job as a manager, I have responsibility for numerous employees. Sometimes I have to make uncomfortable decisions that can really turn my employees' lives upside down.

This responsibility and the associated consequences often hit me on an emotional level. That's why I'm very happy when I can let go in my private life and relinquish power.

When I got home one evening that I had to terminate one of our long-time employees for operational reasons, I was totally frustrated and just wanted to let myself go. After turning the key in the lock, I felt this very special atmosphere.
My partner approached me with that certain smile that always made me feel downright will-less. He saw directly that my day was hard. After giving me a quick kiss, he started to unbutton my shirt.

His tongue took up space in my mouth while his hands slid over my body on an exploratory tour. I dropped my briefcase, let Mark push me against the wall to feel his hardness and enjoyed his caresses.

But that day I didn't feel like having normal sex with my lover, I needed his hardness, his rigor, I wanted him to dominate me. "I need real trouble from you today, I was very bad in the office. I had to fire someone." Mark knew I hated moments like that at work.

While I wasn't always the sweet boss that employees could deal with however they wanted, being fired was enough to make me sick to my stomach. My friend knew exactly how to raise my spirits. Still at the front door, he pushed me down to my knees. He unzipped his pants and shoved his hardening cock deep into my mouth.

His hips moved, leaving me no choice but to blow him. My pants were getting tight too, I wanted to free myself from the gray suit pants, but Mark's stern look wouldn't allow me to do anything but caress him with my mouth.
I enjoyed sucking the big cock and satisfying my partner until he suddenly let go of me.
"Enough you whore, now you will get your punishment".

He went ahead to our shared bedroom. Some time ago we had discovered our passion for bizarre eroticism and treated ourselves to some bad boy toys. We both enjoyed to let ourselves fall in the respective roles and to be able to hand over the Mach over our desire, respectively to be able to control the power over the satisfaction with the other.

This anticipation, now again in the role of the bad boy to be able to rise, let me become even hornier. What punishment had Mark chosen for me today? I enjoyed sitting on our slave chair while the horny fucking machine penetrated me. But I was not allowed to make myself comfortable on the slave chair, but was led by my boyfriend to the other corner of the bedroom, where he had already set up our floor pillory. He ordered me to undress and examined me in the process.

He had chosen the floor pillory, I had assumed when ordering that I would be allowed to take it from behind, after I would have tied him kneeling in front of me. But he had changed his mind and enjoyed it when I was at his mercy on my knees, ass stretched backwards so he could take me as he pleased.

But before I got into position, he slipped the shiny satin bondage scarf over me so I would be blind to whatever he had in mind. As he put the mask on me, he whispered in my ear, "You were so bad today, I think a big punishment is needed. Kneel down!"
I did as I was told and leaned over the support to get my feet and hands into position for the restraints. After he lashed me down, I didn't feel anything at first. I heard some rustling and felt Mark moving from one corner to the next in our bedroom.

A while passed and suddenly I felt a hot pain on my back. I didn't know at first if he had given me a blow with the crop, Mark loved the little black leather crop I had given him for our anniversary, or if he had punished me in some other way.

As something wet ran down my back, I knew what had hurt me. He had doused me with candle wax, which was now running hot and wet down my back. The moment I realized this, hot wax dripped onto my body again. I let out a scream, which my lover acknowledged with a derisive laugh. "You deserve this, bitch," hot candle wax was already dripping down my back again, down to my butt.

But after the pain, Mark showed his tender side, he had also undressed, I noticed, as he lay on top of me. I felt his warm body on mine. His hands were now gently stroking my chest like feathers, his mouth was caressing my neck and throat. I wanted to touch him, to caress and stroke him as well, but he would not let go of my bonds.
His hands slid forward, caressing my cock, which quickly grew to full size in his hands. He massaged me, driving me crazy. I wanted him to continue, but he knew exactly what I liked, and didn't allow our erotic game to come to an end yet.

Just before I was about to explode, he let go of me and started rubbing me with lube instead. He enjoyed massaging me with the slippery gel and regularly incorporated this ritual into our lovemaking. He began to pinch my butt over and over again and then slid his finger inside me to stimulate me further.

This cat and mouse game he enjoyed very much, but it made me freak out. Then he suddenly let go of me completely again, I didn't know what he was up to now. I heard no noise and became more and more impatient. Suddenly he pushed into me, hard and so suddenly that I was frightened.

He rode me like the devil, so wild and hard I had hardly experienced him before. But I enjoyed how he pushed mercilessly into me and became hornier and hornier.
In between I got to feel his crop, on the ass or on the back I felt the welts that would remind me of this horny evening for a long time.

After he came, he made sure that I could also pour myself. The alternation between merciless Dom and loving lover had my darling well on it and could thus make our love life always new and exciting.

After I was put in the pillory by him today, I was allowed to look forward to the next time in which I would literally wear the pants. Fortunately, I had found a partner who not only wanted to share life with me, but also enjoyed the love for the bizarre sides of eroticism. We are only at the beginning of the special erotic game, which we would like to explore together even further.

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