m/m combination effect

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When we first met and began, he spanked me over his knee and ordered me into various positions. Humiliation was terrific but John knew from his experiencd to be dynamic or risk the mundane boredome from repetitive sessions. By the third session, he began to use a paddle and a leather belting strap. I accepted increasing pain levels and sometimes went home welted and bruised. I hated the wicked pain while it happened but the worse he hurt me, the more I needed to return for more. While I hurt so badly, he made me answer his questions, such as "who's the boss?"or who's your daddy?" Sometimes, "who's the slut?" It was six months before he began to fondle me during the sessions, typically inbetween paddlings or beltings. In another few months, he had me servicing him orally. I didn't think this would go there but he knew he had me addicted and seduced me by developing my submissive need to compensate his dominance. I didn't think I was bi and never sought a man for sex. It was wickedly humiliating and so difficult to perform at first but, just like my first adult spanking, so highly exciting. And frightening because I never knew where he would take things. He always took things further.

Then, he suggested spanking my cock. I tried not to resist whatever the hell he was going to do because I knew damn well I'd wind up agreeing to it. But that one threw me, he knew it did, and so he explained more. John pointed out that it was merely another form of spanking. But his idea of spanking it was holding it in place with one hand wraped around my shaft as I stood before him, shivering, and then he started flicking the flat part of my dickhead with his finger, the way you'd flick a fly. He built up pain and made me moan, then flail, and finally scream and jump up and down. All the while he was instructing me to take it, hold in place, and keep my hands to my sides. And then, afterwards, he reinforced that it was very much like spanking my ass, and pointed out that my reaction was quite similar. He informed me that my punishments would usually include this form of spanking. After about two days of processing this after that session, it embarassed myself that I loved the dick spanking idea, but I did.

In the meantime, John was simulteneously developing something else that ultimately would be combined with the dick spanking, only I had no idea about such a combination effect. During oral servitude, he earlier began commanding me to lick and use my mouth to worship his skin. It confused me because he had me worship toward the sides of his hips and I didn't see how that could possibly give more pleasure than where I already was "worshiping." When he finally turned I began to realize where he was taking me. I knew but I needed to deny and yet I obeyed the progression. He worked me slowly and methodically because he knew it would be so hard for me but, within three sessions, I found myself licking up and down just inside his ass crack, with me on my knees behind him as she stood and bent. He didn't have to direct or command me, I knew what I had to do. The mortification was appaling and there was a while where I thought I would simply stop the whole affair because it had just gone too far. But with my ass still throbbing, my brain in the euphoria of submission, I learned that he was super-sensitive this way and I realized that being rimmed gave John more pleasure than anything I'd performed for him. It was the only thing that made him moan in obvious euphoric pleasure. Of course, like everything else, with a week of mind processing, I found myself eager to please him, and he made exciting rules about this nasty activity that, like the wicked dick-spankings, would carry on.

John knew exactly when I got comfortable with both the cock-flickings and the ass-riming. His next move was to order me to lie on the floor with my head on a pillow for him to mount his ass onto my face. This was easy, in fact he seemed to be the one who nearly struggled to get positioned. First he dropped his balls into my mouth for me to gently suckle and I licked them as he pulled them up and out and finally out of reach. He dropped them back in and I knew my duty to accept but he kept pulling them out and then back in. I suppose that's what the nasty term tea-baging means. After several times he finally pivoted his ass back to get his big hard cock licked and then sucked. He drove it down my throat but quickly pulled that out, moved back for more tea-baging, and then finally put his crack and ass hole to my mouth for me to rim him, like I already knew how.

That's when John finally got what he'd been working on for so many months. I didn't know he was going to do this until I felt him grip my stiff cock and then give me that familiar but terrible first flick to my pain-sensitive tip. Just one flick wasn't really so bad but I knew many more would immediately follow and it was that anticipation that made me gasp. More did immediately follow. As I flailed, John's body pressure held me down. I reflexively tried to dispel that horrible sharp and wickedly incerasing pain by eating his ass harder and faster. He pushed and ground his ass hard against my face and I could feel his pelvic bones against my cheek bones. He kept torturing my dickhead as I screamed and struggled to dispel with furious tongue, lips, and facial service to Jon's ass and I made embarassing sounds from the screaming and muffled breathing. The worse he hurt mmy dick, the more intense his ass reaming was, but his pleasure was also because my flailing was giving him a sort of ride and I knew damn well he loved how it felt for him. I knew it would be lengthy because of how fantastic this extreme power exchange worked to his benefit. I also knew he craved that it was at the expense of my extreme pain, discomfort, and humiliation. It seemed like hours but was probably the longest 15 minutes I ever endured.

Now, John does that to me all the time. I don't want to think about what creativity he might come up with next.