"I have a condition. I thoroughly enjoy it but I'm not sure how you will feel about it."
The Servant maintained eye contact, still gently, rhythmically stroking. The squelch of the lube between their fingers had become background noise by this point.
"You've performed very well today. You've listened and done everything I've instructed and for that I'm going to give you a reward. But before that I have a very important rule that I need you to observe, okay?"
"Yes, of course...uh, sir!" the Servant responded eagerly.
"As far as you're concerned, my cum is very precious. It is the essence that proves that you have done your job well. And as such you will not allow a single drop of it to touch the floor, the sofa or any object that isn't you. Understand?"
The Servant didn't speak. They nodded again, this time with some trepidation.
"I'll allow that some of it will drip onto me and that is fine, it's unavoidable sometimes. But whilst you are in my company, I will be unloading my cum on you or inside you. Is that understood?"
A jolt of panic shot up the Servant's spine, but they nodded. The Man could sense their fear and it only made him more excited.
"So...on my chest or my back?" the Servant said quietly but hopefully.
The Man shook his head slowly. The Servant knew what he meant. They knew it in their heart. Their pulse was racing. They weren't prepared for this.
"On...on my face?" they asked.
The Man nodded. The fear in the Servant's voice was like a drug. They didn't allow their fear to stop them from stroking though. They were obedient and knew that they mustn't stop.
"My favourite place to cum by far is inside someone's mouth, but you are definitely not ready for that. But I want you to remember that in here you are my property, and as such you are going to allow me to spill my seed all over your face and you will not move until I am done. Understand?"
The Servant nodded again.
"Tell me you understand," the Man repeated.
"I understand, sir."
"You understand that you are not to move at all until I tell you I am done, yes?"
"Yeah, of course. Why do you think I'll move?"
"Because your natural instinct will make you want to. I told you my condition is unique and it will make what is about to happen to you a very overwhelming experience."
The Servant swallowed nervously. "How so?"
"My orgasms last a very long time, an unnaturally long time, particularly so when my cock has been stroked so well as you've been doing...and my cum is VERY thick. Thicker than anything you will have ever seen in porn."
"Oh god," the Servant whispered under their breath. "I don't think I can do this..."
The Man smiled reassuringly. "Yes, you can. I know you can. You're going to be great."
"Please," the Servant gasped. "On my chest or...or even on my butt. Wouldn't that be-"
"-It's going to be on your face. You're going to do this for me and you're going to enjoy it and what's more, you're going to look incredible!"
"Fuck...okay. Are you going to be ready soon?"
The Servant's voice was trembling. They were terrified. The Man breathed deeply, allowing the sense of power to wash over him. It was time. He placed his own hand around the base of his throbbing cock. The Servant let go.
"It's probably best if I finish it. You'll lose control as soon as it starts."
The Man got to his feet and stood over the servant, positioning his cock directly in front of their face.
"Get yourself comfortable. You're gonna be there for a while."
The Servant whispered incoherently as they positioned themself so they were sitting on their feet, still holding most of their weight on their knees.
The Man continued to stroke slowly and deliberately. He wasn't rushing, there was no need. He had all the time in the world and every second the Servant was on edge was exquisite. He could feel the orgasm rising. It was mere moments away.
"Close your eyes now and just let it happen, okay? I'm not gonna tell you when it's happening, just let it happen. You are my property and this is what you deserve, say it."
"I am your property...sir. This is what I deserve."
"What do you deserve?"
"I d-...I...I deserve your cum on my face."
"Very good! That's right. You've done so well today. The first step into true submission. You're going to learn to love it, I promise. Now, close your eyes and remember to breathe. This is gonna last a really long time, just let yourself be overwhelmed by it."
The Servant's whole body quaked with fear. their breath shuddered as it escaped. They shut their eyes and tried to stay in the moment, like their Master had said.
They couldn't believe they had ended up in this situation. Every reasonable part of them was screaming to just get up and walk out...and yet there was that little voice in the back of their head, just loud enough that they could hear it saying "You do deserve this though. You want this. You want his spunk on your face."
They could hear the slimy movement of the Man's hands sliding over his impressive cock. It was inches from their face, which they had pointed up slightly to give him a better angle. They noted that the Man hadn't asked them to do this, they had volunteered it.
The Man wasn't speeding up. He was keeping a steady rhythm. The only indication the Servant had was that his breathing changed. After a few minutes being sat in this position the Man let out a long, slightly groaning breath. It wasn't loud, grunting or aggressive. It was soft, almost passionate. Then it began.
Receiving their Master's cum was an incredible assault on the senses. The first few ropes landed on their face in rapid succession. It wasn't with great force, like they were being shot out at great speed. It was more of a constant, pulsating, oozing action.
Immediately they felt the warmth. The strange warmth that came from inside their Master's body. For a few seconds they were feeling the ideal temperature that kept their Master's sperm in such perfect condition in his balls before it started to cool on their face.
Next, they felt the thickness that their Master had described. It was not a slippery, watery substance that they had seen in porn when people came a lot, it was incredibly sticky and viscous. Each rope that landed on them stayed firmly where it fell, meaning that their face felt like it was covered after only a few seconds and there was still so long to go.
The next thing they noted was the smell. Incredibly musky and unique, akin only to a certain type of tree that bloomed during the summer. And odd connection to make but it was where their mind went for a moment. A thought that crossed their mind was of how intimate a thing it was to be smelling their Master's cum. This aroma was entirely his, no one else would be quite the same. They couldn't help but consider sticking their tongue out to taste it, but they got images of their mouth being flooded with cum and decided against it.
The most powerful, overwhelming feeling though was just how completely covered and unrecognisable their face must be now. It had been a good 10 seconds now and their Master was still going without showing signs of stopping. Pump after pump after pump, thick, creamy ropes of cum landed on their face. So much so that even through its immense stickiness it had started to drip as the layer had become so thick.
It was covering every inch of their face. They could feel it in every pore across their nose, their cheeks, their forehead, their mouth and their eyes. Long streams had started running down their neck and dripping from their chin onto their chest. And still their Master continued to unload more and more cum onto them.
In a strange moment of clarity, as they thought just how ridiculous they must look right now allowing this man to use their face as he would a large pile of tissues, they realised something.
This felt amazing!
The physical sensation of it was enjoyable enough. But they felt so degraded, submissive and...alive. Here they were, on their knees, allowing this Man to unload his orgasm onto their face as if it belonged to him. They could have got up and left at any time. The Man had never threatened them or told them they couldn't go. And yet they had gone through with it. Right now, they were so pleased that they had. The Man said they were his property and that was exactly how they felt right now. Like an object, a possession, a thing to be used for gratification. They didn't want the Man to stop cumming. They were growing to love the feeling of each new string landing on them, adding to the mess.
And the Man didn't stop. For 45 seconds his cock continued to pulsate and bring up more cum to spurt onto the Servant's face. Every half a second a new muscular contraction, more pleasure, more orgasm, more spunk. Their face was an utter state. The Man had never been so proud. The Servant didn't move an inch for the whole thing.Finally, after nearly a whole minute the Man felt one final pulse from deep within his body, pushing one last long strand of spunk from the head of his cock which hung playful for a few seconds before it fell onto the Servant's face, completing his masterpiece.
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Hello again DPP! Horny little Bi guy with an insatiable oral and cum fetish. As you can tell I enjoy scenarios that play on the edge of realism. I love stories and roleplays that involve excessive amounts of cum. I also enjoy playing around submission and fear.
I'd like to talk to anyone who finds this kind of thing exciting. We can wrote more about this specific scenario, we can set up roleplay or just talk about a shared cum fetish. I wrote this in the Third person but I'd be open to roleplaying in either First or Third person. Whatever you prefer.