All my life I’ve been dominant.

In charge.

Setting the orders.

Making the decisions.

Until now.

‘On. Your. Knees.’

His voice was commanding, laced with an edge that makes my impossibly hard cock ache for release.

We’ve stolen a moment, while his roommate was out, to take a shower together.

My first time seeing him utterly naked. Seeing a man utterly naked.

Where did it come from? This need?

One day we’re gaming together then the next it changes everything.

It happens as a joke that becomes serious. Now, here we are.

The words ‘Yes Sir.’ are a weight off my chest.

Anything goes.

There will be time for analysis later.

As I sink to my knees, feeling the water lash my ass, pool around my knees, I can’t pin a memory on the mind board, can’t trace it back to a moment I realised I wanted this.

Submission.

A man.

More than anything in the entire fucking world I want his cock in my mouth.

I want to please.

‘Gods, are you beautiful.’

Why does it hit harder hearing a man call me beautiful? I don’t know.

I just know my heart races wild at it.

‘Is your dominant mind wrestling with control?’ A gentle tease in his voice peppers the rushing water of the shower.

We’ve talked BDSM here or there in our 6 year friendship but it was only a few weeks ago he admitted he wanted to try dominating men too.

Course, I let slip I was intrigued as a joke. But how much was it really a joke?

Really, wherever we all go are we not simply animals?

A spasm rocks sizzles over my cock as His hands cup my face. Gently. Cooly.

Nevermind his well-trimmed cock is inches from my face. Hovering there, teasingly.

‘On the contrary. I salivate.’

Gods indeed. I can hear the lust in my own voice.

But it is true. I feel my mouth water.

‘Oh I’d ask you to dribble but I’d rather fuck your wet mouth now.’

‘Why don’t you then?’

He steps closer, his cock now brushing against my lips. Tickling.

Fuck.

‘I’m enjoying how eager your eyes look. They really darken when you’re horny, you know that?’

Before I can stop myself I lunge for his cock with my mouth. Like a greedy pup that’s just had its dinner put down.

It’s only when he fills my mouth that I realise I get nervous. His thicker than he is big but I don’t know my own mouth either.

There will be time for analysis later.

He stumbles against the shower wall as he moans but I stay with him, wriggling forward on my knees.

The little pond of water around my ass teases me. All of a sudden my face is buried down in his pillow, inhaling his scent. I’m desperate for him to take me.

Claim me.

My hair being tugged takes me out of it. He controls me. Owns me.

Gods, now I want to fuck HIM.

This doesn’t make sense.

All I know is I can’t get enough of that taste of him. I can’t describe it. I just know my mouth waters for more as his tip slips out of my mouth.

‘Gods.’ I hear him murmur. ‘Fuck you are delicious.’

He drowns himself out with his moans. Fuck, that makes me insatiable. Keeps me going. Pumping his cock like a good eager boy.

This feels different. This feels amazing.

Is this me? Is this really who I am?

His moans are lighter than his speaking voice. Cute.

‘Fuck, I’m going to cum. I don’t want to fill your mouth, I..’

Stay, I wanted to growl around his cock but all that came out was a moan.

He was pulling out. He was…

My heart leapt up into my throat. Got lodged there.

A spray of his load dribbled down my lips. I lapped it up — again, indescribable. I couldn’t think of a word to frame it.

Another spray smacked against my cheek. I could feel it roll down to my chin.

Another smacked against my chest.

Laughter.

Mine.

I’m being baptised. Born again.

An eager submissive slut.

That’s all me.

‘I’m sorry.’ He was panting through the throes of his orgasm. ‘I didn’t know if you wanted to swallow me, I didn’t..’

‘Come here.’

My mouth sank over his cock and I lapped up the rest of his cum pumping out.

Short spurts into my mouth.

‘I didn’t mean to come so early.’ ‘Hush.’

This I said, hopefully not too unkindly, and went back to cleaning his cock.

He retreated from me.

Around us the pipes began to whine.

Wait. That was me. Whining at him because his cock isn’t in my mouth.

He slid against the shower wall and came to sit on its floor, eyes dotted with water beads and looking lush.

He was beautiful himself.

‘Gods I’ve made a mess of you.’

‘Am I not yours to be made messy?’

‘I’d like you to be.’

Then he smiled and became all the more beautiful. ‘My stomach is so giddy. I’ve never done anything like this.’

‘Neither. I feel — ‘

‘High, right?’

He blushed. Sitting there, water pouring from him, he was gorgeous. I loved that he was still hard.

I resisted the urge to bend down and taste him once more.

‘Anything else…Sir?’

This came without thinking.

I had yet to come. I was ravenous, in a frenzy. My cock ached for relief.

‘Come for me.’

‘You want to taste me huh?’

‘Oh I’m going to. As I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass.’

A moan spilled from my wet lips coated in him and my hand was there, on my cock, jerking fast.

He shifted closer to me, spreading his legs around mine. He kissed me…tentatively at first…then hungrily.

Something brushed against my cock. His own.

‘I’ve never said this before but…anyone ever tell you have a gorgeous cock?’ His voice was a pure, his breath tracing my lips.

‘No one that mattered.’

Frenzy.

‘Good boy.’

Those were the words that put me over the edge.

I couldn’t contain my cries as my orgasm came out in thick, short spurts over his chest and thighs.

I was still coming down from it as I watched him scoop up my cum and taste it hungrily.

My laughter bounced off the walls.

Pure.

Unadulterated.

Bliss.