TRANSCENDING LIMITS WITH G (I)

It's eight in the morning.

After saying goodbye to my girl with a passionate kiss, I head to the storage room and dust off a box hidden beneath others. I take out the crop top I bought with him in Madrid, and three Lycra swim trunks, like Speedos. I lay them out on the bed in the bedroom and send him a photo.

He replies immediately:

-"Put on the yellow one, hetero, it makes you look gayer and more like a little slut."

I momentarily get angry and reply:

-"G, I'm not gay, you know I don't like guys."

He says:

-"I didn't say you're gay, but it's undeniable that I turn you on, you like what I do to you and how I treat you, and since I really like and get excited seeing you dressed like that, just put it on and... go ahead, write."

A thousand retorts come to my mind; I start to reply, but I delete it and respond with an "Ok."

He answers with a smile. I could argue as much as I wanted, but here I am, in front of the computer, on a magnificent Saturday when I could go work out, hang out with friends, or do a hundred other things, wearing only a crop top and Speedos.

I read his last sentence and get hard. He's right; it's undeniable. G has turned me on since the day I met him, and he has a power over me that scares me. He has made me cross many of my limits, and only in rare and intermittent moments of lucidity, where rationality still prevails over everything else, am I able to oppose his desires and whims.

Unfortunately for me, it doesn't seem like today is going to be one of those moments. G has ordered me to use the initial of his name to tell our story in detail and publish it on this page to humiliate me.

Dressed like a slut, I open the computer and title my shame while my cock throbs inside the swimsuit, reaffirming this curse I suffer from my nature as a slave:

"CROSSING BOUNDARIES WITH G (I)."

I met G chatting on some SM website in the spring of 2023, without too many expectations. It had been six years since I had had any contact with guys, except for a very brief and mild episode during the pandemic.

Six years where my nature as a slave had remained dormant. My girl and I got married in 2018. My football injury forced me to undergo surgery for the second time. I continued to climb the career ladder, with increasing responsibility and less free time...

In short: little time, few opportunities, and little interest.

I was calm and at peace, thinking that I had left this dark side of my nature behind, as if it had been a passing phase…

To my misfortune, everything changed when I met G. From the first moment, I realized he wasn't just another dominant guy. The way he spoke in the written messages and the audios we exchanged was hypnotic.

At 32, he exuded an uncommon confidence, mastery, and authority. His physique made those qualities even more striking: his boyish face, appearing to be just over 20, his extremely lean but toned body, lacking any body hair, of average height, his funny little boy haircut that he still hasn't outgrown...

All his physical characteristics powerfully contrasted with the stories he told me about what turned him on, his extensive experience dominating despite his young age, and the specific humiliation stories he explained as examples.

I still remember and get excited recalling those first conversations, where he told me how he had the straight guy he shared an apartment with under control, and the morbid and compromising situations he subjected him to when his girl came over, forcing him to suck his cock while his girl was in the next room, and then coming out and talking to her as if nothing had happened, with G's semen still lingering in his mouth.

He told me how he made another guy suck him on his knees in a mall parking lot, came in his mouth, and forbade him from swallowing or spitting it out before getting home. What G didn't know at that moment was that the poor guy had to endure 40 minutes and 18 subway stops with G's semen in his mouth before filming a video at home releasing it, as he did.

I remember when he told me he had quite a few straight slaves like me but that he fucked them whenever he wanted, and they were always willing for him. Dominating straight guys was by far his specialty, and what excited and entertained him the most.

Once, he showed me (protecting his identity, he was always very careful with that) a photo of an extremely masculine guy with an athletic body like I had never seen, posing in a dress of his girl. G told me that the straight guy flipped out being his slave, and he loved to fuck him hard whenever he felt like it.

I still remember as if it were today when he asked me for a photo of my body in my underwear and posted it in a WhatsApp group with his gay friends, announcing that he had a new straight dog and asking for their opinion. Then he made me read that tremendously humiliating conversation where five gay boys, with their hormones unleashed, openly discussed what they would do to me if they had me at hand and available, reflecting the healthy envy they felt towards G for finding and taking home (literally) "the best muscular straight guys with no brains."

At 42, I was no longer a young guy. However, sports and the obsession with nutrition still made my body a "piece" very desirable to those boys.

G told me that he was turned on by muscular and athletic guys, and from the very first moment, he demanded that I step up my sports discipline to reduce my body fat to 15% and increase my muscle mass. It pissed me off and excited me to work hard for him, but I did it. My girl was thrilled with my recovered appearance.

But more importantly, just as meeting him was a revolution for me, I believe it was also impactful for G to meet me.

We have never discussed it, but I'm convinced that, besides being physically attracted to me, G found it fascinating that I had been able to "control" my submissive nature for so many years (which became evident to him from the first minute), confining it within such strict limits without violating them.

Today, I know that if there's something that truly excites G, it's dragging a straight guy out of his comfort zone. Forcing him to do what bothers him the most: to defeat him, to make him submit.

Only this explains why a guy who could have all the sex he wanted, practically with whomever he set his mind to, took the trouble, the time, and the patience to get to know me back then, and accepted my enormous limitations a priori to gradually weave a web of control from which it ultimately became impossible for me to escape.

Opening wide the darkest corners of his mind, during those weeks before we met, I explained to G my traumas when it came to showing my physique to guys, what I hate about being told what my physical appearance or clothes should be, showing off my ass or package, what makes me uncomfortable about another taking the reins of any aspect of my life, suffering any control in general, and the anguish that any "contact" of a sexual nature with a guy, no matter how innocent, produces in me. He also understood that public situations or in front of others multiplied those feelings.

The X-ray he obtained of my mind was so perfect that sometimes I think that today, G knows me better than I know myself.

And at the first opportunity we had, in June 2023, we organized a way to meet and get to know each other in person in Madrid.