i just stood there. my feet were firmly planted on the floor. my back was against the wall of the doorway. He knelt in front of me and unzipped my camo cargo shorts. As baggy as they were, they easily slid down my thighs, and with a clink of the belt buckle, they dropped and hit the floor.
He looked up at me as He reached under His t-shirt and rubbed His right hand into His left armpit. i knew what was coming. And as i saw His hand approaching my face, i could instantly smell His distinct aroma. Musky. Manly. Pure power. He hadn't bathed with soap for a couple of days and there was no hint of deodorant. It was a scent i had come to know, appreciate and crave. i knew His pits were soaked with His sweat, and layered with His piss from the man-shower He took the day before.
The smell was intoxicating - full of adrenaline and pheromones. It made my heart race and i throbbed as He took me in His mouth. Without hesitation, He marked me by smearing His fingers on my face and lips. i groaned and greedily sucked His fingers as He jammed three of them into mouth. i salivated and completely coated them with my own spit.
As He pulled His fingers from my mouth, He again looked up at me. i felt His hand slide up between my legs, which were spread just enough for Him to move directly upwards, under my shaved balls and into the warm, dark, hairy crevice between my ass. With only a few direct, deliberate and distinct rubs, i immediately felt Him penetrate my hole.
i just stood there.
i took it.
Well, i actually took them. All three of His meaty fingers were rammed up inside of me. With my hands by my sides, i clenched my fists as i clenched my searing ass. The only other movement made was my chest heaved, as i took one very deep and solid breath.
When i looked down at Him, i could tell He knew. He knew i hadn't flinched. As i stood there, He controlled both my body, and my mind, with His fingers deep inside of me. And i controlled myself. He did what He needed and wanted to do to me.
It was a pivotal milestone. i realized i had brought myself to a deeper definition of being His boy. This is where i needed and wanted to be. His power over me had lead me to this place, to stand stoic against the wall. i was enveloped in both the pleasure and the pain - intermixed and inseparable. my head filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment, with a true release of any and all control. It was an authentic sense of complete submission. i was His.
There was no moaning, begging or complaining. There was no panting or groaning. There was no whimpering.
The only sounds that repeatedly surged from my mouth were the words, "Yes. Harder."
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