Fucking your dick with their mouth

My desire for blow jobs in bathrooms has not faded so I’m back with more filth about sucking dick. Sucking dick, of course, isn’t inherently submissive, but I often write it that way in my erotica. Throat fucking is hot, but so is having someone fuck your dick with their mouth. So here is a dominant enby showing a subby cis guy how they can top him while on their knees.

Content note for sadism and a little bit of humiliation.

It’s hard to concentrate enough to run through his safe sex elevator speech while their hand on his leg. However, they’re insistent that they should at least make an attempt to discuss boundaries before they drag him into the dingy backstage corridor at the comedy club to fuck him. They tell him that they’re a sadist who gets off on making cute little sluts feel uncomfortable, and he swallows hard and tells them that he’s very ok with that.

He blushes when they drop their voice and lean in even closer: “Oh, I can tell by how hard you already are for me.”

“Are you dragging this out just to make me wait for your dick?” he asks, once he can breath again without whining.

“Of course not, I’m not that mean.” They lean in and kiss him, their hand moving a little further up his leg. They wait until his mouth opens, welcoming them in, and then bite his tongue. The pain is sharp and unexpected and he yelps, but they’re smirking when they pull away. “Oh wait, I am.”

“Fuck you.”

They look at him as though they’re already planning how they will pick him apart and make him beg.

“Mmm, I will. But for now I’m enjoying watching you squirm. Go on, what else are you into?”

He tries to keep talking while their hands play with the bottom of his shirt. He almost holds his breath as they threaten to slip their hands underneath. He’s desperate for the feeling of their hands on him, warm and firm and promising to roughly grab his hims and pull him back on to their cock later.

They draw out the discussion for an unfair amount of time, never once touching his dick, even through his jeans. They do slip their hands under his shirt though, and the evil grin they give him when they find his nipple piercing makes his stomach twist with arousal. They only play with it a little, but it’s very hard to keep talking and answering their intrusive questions while they’re looking at him as though they know exactly how to twist it until he screams.

It’s insanely hot.

When they whisper want me to fuck you?  he nods eagerly. In the dimly lit corridor they push him against the wall and kiss him until he’s panting. They push his shirt up and play with his nipple piercing, pinching and twisting and pulling. Look at me while I’m hurting you they tell him, and so somehow he has to keep his eyes open while they torture him.

“The noises you make are so cute.”

Their voice is so condescending and yet it makes him so hard. They take his nipple in their mouth and tug – none-too gently – until he gasps and wiggles.

“Fuck you,” he says again, breathlessly.

“Think I can make you cry?” they ask, but instead of ordering him to turn around and brace himself, they sink to their knees in front of him.

“I thought you were going to fuck me, why are you on your knees?”

He almost flinches when they look up at him, because their gaze is cold and indifferent in a way that he’s used to seeing when someone is using him like he’s nothing but a hole to be fucked.

“Oh, so you’re not hard right now? You don’t want me to touch your dick?”

Their dick is hard in their tight leather trousers and their fingers have paused in unzipping his fly. He doesn’t understand how this feels more vulnerable than spreading his asscheeks and holding himself open so they can fuck him.

“No, but -”

“Don’t worry, slut. I was paying attention. I know you have no wish to be the one in control. But if you think me fucking you with your dick in my mouth isn’t possible, maybe I will have to make you cry. Remind you that whoever is on their knees, I’m the one in charge.”

They carefully take his cock out of his pants and spit on their hand, pumping it up and down his length a few times. His dick throbs in their hand.

“I’m going to use my mouth,” they lick the head of his dick and he has to fight the urge to thrust forward into their mouth, “to bring you to your knees – metaphorically. When I tell you to pinch your nipples, you’re going to pinch them hard. If I think you’re not doing a good enough job I will stop sucking you and teach you that disobeying me is not a good idea. You’ll be a good slut for me, won’t you?”

“Yes.” He’s trembling and so hard and they haven’t even started yet.

“You’re also not allowed to come without permission. If you have an orgasm before I tell you that you’re allowed to, you’re going to regret it. I don’t have to fuck your ass or fuck your throat to put you in your place. Understand?”

This time he just nods, every muscle in his body tense as they gently stroke his cock. Then they take it in their mouth, and he has to stop himself from moaning because it feels so good. But after three glorious seconds they stop and wait until he looks down at them again.

“Oh, and slut? If you make a single sound, I’m not going to let you come.”

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