TRANSCENDING LIMITS WITH G (VI)

-“I'm sorry, G… isn't there something I can do? I'm your slave, I should be able to serve for this.”

G looked at me with a mix of surprise and tenderness.

-“Heterito, we've talked about this a thousand times… no matter how much you're my favorite submissive and give me pleasures that no gay submissive can ever give me, you also have important limitations… And right now, what I want is to come… are you going to offer your ass up for me to come, by any chance?” - he asked mockingly.

-“G… you know that's impossible… it's not a matter of wanting to or not… we've talked about this many times: I'm a virgin, tight as can be, not even a pin should fit in my straight ass… (G always burst out laughing when I, all serious and convinced of my words, said this)… We would end up in the emergency room… do you want that?” - I looked at him, truly sad.

-“Damn!... but understand, will you! I'm your master and I need to come!- G seemed genuinely angry… -“If you're not going to be useful to me, we'll end the night here, go to your room, and I'll fuck any Grindr whore… at least give me the other hole, damn it!”

G had just suggested that I suck his dick.

Me. The straight guy. The most macho. Sucking a cock.

-“Ufff, G, don't ask me that… I don't think I can…”.

As much as I wanted to please G, I wasn't going to be able to suck a cock. Just thinking about it made me feel nauseous.

-“Then don't come at me with nonsense about wanting to please me. Go on, get dressed, and leave, I'll give you back your phone and ID” - he threw them at me and made a move to grab his own, probably to chat with some "ass", as G always refers disdainfully to the gay guys looking for a hookup, to breed them, and leave.

Crushed, I looked at him… I got up slowly and started picking up my clothes. He ignored me. For G, I had ceased to exist. He could be so cruel when he wanted to… I felt something indescribable tearing inside me.

A few seconds of silence passed, until something urged me to say:

-“H-hey… I'll d-do it…” - my almost imperceptible murmur.

G raised his head from the phone.

-“Are you still here, heterito? What are you saying?”.

-“I'll do it, don't meet with another guy, I'll do it for you”.

G's eyes widened. He approached, took my hand, put an arm around my shoulder, and made both of us sit on the bed. He took my chin and looked into my eyes with a smile that brought me back to life.

-“What will you do, heterito?”.

-“I'll make you come.” - I replied, intentionally vague.

-“No, you said you're at least going to suck it… with that straight boy mouth of yours… yes or no?” - and he delicately touched my lips.

My head was spinning.

-“I ask you one last time, yes or no?... really, heterito, don't make me waste any more time, I'm very, very horny...”.

-“Y-yes…”.

-“Yes what?”- Now G was back to being the G I knew, and he wouldn't stop until he achieved my total surrender.

-“I'm going to suck it.”

G's cock visibly twitched in his briefs upon hearing this. His face was a mix of joy and lust.

“Great… let's do it, I really can't wait anymore… do what I tell you… get on your knees…”

From there on, everything accelerated. Suddenly, I was very scared. Like a robot, I knelt on the carpet.

-“G, listen, I'm nervous... I've never done this... dozens of girls have sucked my dick, but I can't even imagine what it's like for a guy to willingly put another guy's dick in his mouth... what if I vomit?... I don't know if I'll be able to, I'm afraid of hurting you... what if I get violent when the time comes?”- I blurted out everything that was going through my mind.

-“Relax, heterito, I've thought of everything, just follow my lead”.

G grabbed a suitcase and pulled out… a roll of rope! Seeing my panicked expression, he took the blindfold he had used with me earlier and approached. Terrified, I made a move to stand up.

-Shhh, stay on your knees... all of this is to help you”- and as he said this, he blindfolded me again. From that moment on, I could no longer see anything.

-“Put your hands behind your back, on your back… bring your wrists together.”

Obeying, I soon felt the rope immobilizing my wrists, with skillful and quick movements, leaving them quite tight. At that point, I was so scared that I remember starting to lose my erection.

In the darkness, I felt G bringing my ankles together, and soon I felt the rope circling them several times, holding them firmly.

It was evident that G had tied up dozens of guys like this before. His knot tying skills were commendable. Every time he finished a task, he checked the tension of the rope, and the impossibility of undoing it, and in less than two minutes, he was done.

I heard him standing up in front of me, and he placed his hand on my cheek, caressing me.

-“Good, good, heterito… who would've thought… that you would be here, well tied up, kneeling before me… see? Did you like being tied up? This way you don't have to worry about escaping or getting violent anymore… don't you think? - and after saying that, I received, slowly, up to three slaps on the cheek, with increasing force from an initial caress, to the third one, a good slap that echoed in the room.

Annoyed, I instinctively writhed, trying to defend myself with my arms, and stand up. But all I achieved was to destabilize myself and almost fall flat on my face. Damn!, my wrists were tied behind my back, and tied to my ankles, which were also tied together... I couldn't move an inch my arms and legs. I couldn't defend myself, I couldn't stand up… My movements were basically limited to feeling and shaking my head.

The feeling of powerlessness was unknown and brutal. My pulse quickened… What have I done… But I don't want to do this… I thought with desperation, and started whimpering.

-“G, listen, I was wrong... I don't want to do this... I can't... I thought I could, but I can't... I'm really sorry, untie me... I'm sorry, really, I can't.”

In the dark, in silence, I heard a sound which I interpreted as G lowering the elastic of his briefs (my briefs), and received another slap, this time of medium intensity.

-“Heterito, don't bullshit me anymore, you said you would do it, and now you're going to suck it and make me come. Shut up, and open your mouth… Get with it… Start sucking gently, cover your teeth with your lips, because I swear if I feel your teeth, you're going to have a red face.”.

In the darkness, with no control over the situation, I reluctantly opened my lips a bit, and soon felt a gentle pressure that forced me to open them a bit more. G slowly inserted his cock into my mouth, centimeter by centimeter.

I still remember that strange sensation of feeling something wet and hot entering my mouth little by little. G was turned on, but not fully hard yet. It was very strange. How many times had I had my dick sucked, and how odd the sensations were from the other side. Being aware of what was happening to me, I suppressed a wave of nausea twice. G kept his cock still in my mouth, and ordered me:

-“Alright, heterito, now move your lips along it, from the tip to the shaft, moving your head back and forth. Soft and slow for now. I'm not going to move it, do it at your own pace”.

I did as instructed as carefully as if what I had in my mouth was the most fragile glass. The sensation made me gag... I remember thinking several times: how can women enjoy this?

An unavoidable wave of nausea frightened G, who quickly took it out, only to thrust it back in, ordering me to repeat the operation.

And so it went, several times.

I couldn't help the gags. I remember at that moment having completely lost my erection, and upon suddenly becoming aware of that fact, mentally celebrated it as a confirmation of my heterosexuality and manliness (yes, now as I tell it, I know how pathetic it sounds to think that way with a dick in my mouth). But at that moment I thought it. Faces of dozens of pretty girls I had sometimes convinced and manipulated to do the same thing to me as I was doing to G flashed through my mind.

All these thoughts briefly crossed my mind during the minutes I continued sucking with my head moving back and forth, while G's cock became harder and larger.

When G judged that the training phase 1 was over, instead of letting my head set the pace, he began using his pelvis to thrust his cock forward and backward into my mouth. Each time going deeper. The gags became more intense, especially each time his cock hit my uvula.

A particularly strong wave of nausea, at one point, interrupted the rhythm the blowjob was gaining. Panting, I lifted my head.

This displeased G. I sensed that, not accustomed to showing so much patience, he was beginning to grow impatient. He forcefully reinserted it, and the slap I received confirmed my suspicions.

-“Damn, don't take it out, damn it… did I say take it out?”.

-“mm..pp..err f dd on mm”.- At that moment I realized there are few things more humiliating than trying to talk with a dick in your mouth.

After spending several minutes pushing and forcing the limit of what my mouth could handle, during which I felt G's pubic hair hitting my nose with each thrust, G decided it was time for action.

-“We're moving on to phase 3, heterito”.

G pulled it out of my mouth again, grabbed me by the back of the neck, and, pulling without mercy, dragged me a few meters forward. Tied up like a sausage, crawling on my knees, and not understanding anything, I tried not to fall flat on my face with my hands tied behind my back, and crash my face against the floor. But G had my head firmly in his grip.

When he stopped dragging me, he repositioned me, and I understood what he was after. As he put his cock back into my mouth, and instinctively I moved my head back, it slammed loudly against the wall. My head, the only thing I could move, now had limited movement.

G started talking, and he sounded pleased.

-“Well, that's it… do you see? It was tough, but there you go… You've warmed up backstage… Now it's your turn to play the game… Open your mouth because I'm going to fuck it”- The football analogy, with its irony and mockery, didn't escape me. The macho straight guy, the cocky athlete, was eating his first dick.

With my head held tight, and me unable to move a millimeter, G then began a thrusting motion where with each thrust he gained a few extra millimeters in the path toward my throat.

Unable to retract, my mouth could only try to accommodate it, and I struggled not to vomit, with gags becoming more frequent, now completely ignored. Saliva started dribbling down my face. I was suffocating.

The thrusts gained in speed and depth. I tried to open my throat wider to allow the passage of that monster, and, as if G could read my mind, I felt his hand on my Adam's apple, checking how far he had buried it in me.

Sometimes, as if it were a game, G covered my nose with his fingers. Every time he did, I was left without air. When G slightly removed them, I would breathe through my mouth in huge puffs like a fish, but the bastard kept it jammed deeper into my throat, holding it longer each time. I felt like I was turning very red, and for no reason, tears started streaming down my face.

But if there was something I noticed against my will, and this is something that haunts me since then, is that I got aroused again. The walk around the room being dragged by the hair, the feeling of dehumanization, of being used, of having zero control over the situation, of powerlessness for not being able to do anything to avoid it, of being absolutely nothing more than a hole for G to blow off steam, made every fiber of my slave nature resonate in unison, and it was my own cock that reached a hardness similar to G's.

I estimate that the brutal fuck had been going on for more than 10 minutes already, and I felt on the verge of passing out, my jaw dislocated, my throat hurt, and I didn't know how much longer it would last, but my cock had decided that… I was actually enjoying this nightmare!... I felt my soul sink. I didn't need any more proof: I wasn't as straight as I had always perceived myself, and on top of that, I was sick.

To top it off, the movement in my jockstrap caught G's attention, because suddenly my package, hard, received a kick from his bare foot, which inexplicably made my cock pulse stronger. G, between gasps, wasn't going to let that victory slip by.

-“UFFF ... heterito… I knew it… you're sucking my cock and you're hard… you like my cock… admit it! say: I like your cock!”.

Choking, breathless, tears streaming, almost puking, and with my head violated like a puppet, I was not in a state to answer. I kept silent, but G crushed my cock with his bare foot.

-“Say it, damn it”.

-“Mmm pff uuffta tu mppoo aaaa” - was the guttural sound that pathetically came out from I don't know where in my throat.

-“I don't understand you, damn it, what are you saying”- G pressed down on my cock with his foot... I couldn't believe I was enjoying that. I felt like cumming and thought: how can one be so pathetic?.

-“Mee ffuufftaa tu ppooiiaa”- I tried to vocalize as best as I could, in the height of self-humiliation.

This finally ignited G's passion.

-“And you're going to like it more, asshole, get ready, the good part is coming”.

G's voice was filled with lust, and without a doubt, I knew he was very close to climax.

Grasping my head by the ears with both hands, with brutal violence, he began fucking my mouth desperately and panting more intensely. If this lasted a few seconds longer, I think I would have died, my head detached from my body. For a moment, I feared with horror that G was going to cum in my throat, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was absolutely helpless.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth abruptly, and I heard the unmistakable sound of him starting to jerk off with his hand, very close to my face, while grabbing my head with the other.

It would take about thirty seconds before I felt several spurts hitting my forehead and hair, while G moaned in pleasure.

The shots continued for more than a minute, covering my cheek, my nose, my forehead, and my head (luckily my eyes were blindfolded).

I remained terrified, motionless, and silent.

G took some time to recover and speak, and his voice sounded completely relaxed.

-“You should see yourself now, heterito, hahaha, what a sight you are, I would take a photo for your girl…”