An adult stories – Jake and Carter by lightandshadows,lightandshadows “Kneel.”
Kneel. It should be easy, shouldn’t it? One little motion until my knees hit the floor. And I wanted this. Really, I did. I had dreamed of, had fantasized about this very situation. So, what was holding me back? Why couldn’t I just kneel in front of him like I wanted?
Jake’s eyes bore into mine, waiting. He wouldn’t say it again. He would wait until whatever side in the war within myself won. I looked back at him, my mouth growing dry. I couldn’t do this no matter how much I wanted it. Could I?
What’s the worst thing that would happen if I knelt before this man? My pride bristled. I would be giving up control. But that was whole point, wasn’t it? To give up the trappings of my everyday life where I was always in control, where I was the one making all the decisions.
Slowly I sank to my knees and dropped my head. I didn’t drop my head of any kind of deference but because I felt ashamed. I was a stereotypical male. I drove a big truck. I worked out. I had out doorsy hobbies like hiking and playing touch football with my stereotypical male friends. I liked women and sleeping around had been a favored activity of mine. Now I found myself in a dungeon in the seeder part of town kneeling before a man that was strong both physically and mentally.
“Did I tell you to drop you head?” Jake asked.
My cheeks burned right up my ears and into my hair with embarrassment. I was not used to being chastised. I was usually the one doing the chastising.
Jake tilted my chin up so I could look into his eyes once again. “Answer.”
“You did not.” I reply. Jake raised an eyebrow. That was not how we had agreed I’d answer questions. I knew it. Again, Jake waited. He knew I fought a war within with every question, every gesture. I squeezed my eyes shut for a beat.
“You did not, Sir.”
Jake smiled and dropped his hand from my chin. He walked around behind me trailing his fingers across my shoulders. I had never been touched like this by a man. This was not the hearty handshake, or the football roughhousing that I thought of as acceptable male touch. This was intimate. It was personal.
Jake stood behind me running his fingers through my hair. Damn if it didn’t feel good. I dropped my head again.
“Back up or we stop right here.”
My head snapped back into position. Damn it all to hell I didn’t want to stop. I was filled with shame, but I didn’t want to stop.
“Stand.”
It was easier following this instruction. Maybe the fact that I towered over Jake gave me a false sense of control over the situation. But that really wasn’t what I wanted.
“Put your back against the cross.”
I took small steps backward until my back rested against the St. Andrew’s cross. It was cold against my bare back. Jake reached out running his fingers down my chest. He circled my nipple with his fingers twisting a little. I gasped. That was too far, wasn’t it? I was so conflicted.
I had found kink by accident. One of my ex-girlfriends had been into kink. She had introduced me to a few concepts, and I had done a little research into practices in an effort to keep things fresh between us. After the relationship had ended, I still thought about the practices we’d enjoyed. I found myself thinking about power exchanges and fantasizing about giving up aspects of control.
My problem was I couldn’t get into a head space to give up control to the women I met at the club I had joined. It always seemed forced. Like I was pretending. That wasn’t what I wanted. As unprogressive as it sounds, I could never visualize feeling a true power exchange with any woman. I had decided kink may not really be for me when I met Jake.
I’d seen Jake several times as he played with others. He played with everyone. Men. Women. Everyone in between. He approached me one night while I was at the bar having a drink. I wasn’t planning on playing that night so I felt I could indulge.
Jake introduced himself and I found myself falling into easy conversation with him. We had so much in common. I felt an easy camaraderie with him. We struck up an easy friendship. We even met up outside the club on occasion to hang out.
One evening while having a drink at a local pub Jake began questioning me.
“What are you looking for from kink?”
I thought for a moment. I knew what fantasies I had but I seemed to have hit a dead end. I said as much.
“Why do you think you have such a hard time playing with the women at the club?”
I sighed. “Because I can’t truly see myself in a power exchange with any of them. I know it’s caveman of me, but I can’t get into a headspace to see them as dominant over me. It feels forced. I know it doesn’t make much sense.”
Jake sat in contemplation for a moment. “What if you played with someone you truly saw as an equal?”
“Man, that makes it sound like I think less of women.”
“Not at all. We all have relationships where we feel more equal to another person. I feel equal to friends where I don’t have the same feelings towards someone, I’m not friends with.”
“Perhaps.” I took a sip of my drink. Maybe I was just looking for the wrong partner.
“Carter, we’ve become friends. You can tell me what you fantasize about.”
Again, I sighed. “I want to be overpowered. Physically, mentally.”
“You want to be made to submit?”
“Yes, and no. Man, I don’t know. I just know I’m not finding what I want. Maybe I just don’t fit into kink.”
“Have you ever thought about playing with a man?” Jake looked thoughtful as he took a sip of his drink.
In truth I hadn’t. I had always just assumed that women should be who I played with. I didn’t have any particular issues with men playing together, I just hadn’t seen myself as one that did.
“I would play with you,” Jake began. “I think we could play well together.”
I thought about that. We were certainly matched physically. We were on an equal footing through friendship. Maybe we could play together, and it would work.
So here I stand with my friend, my back against the St. Andrew’s cross, goose bumps growing on my bare back.
Jake crowded in front of me, standing nose to nose.
“You want to put up a fight before you give up. Is that what you want?”
It was what I wanted. To fight not to give up control but in the end be forced to.
“Yes.” I growled.
“Yes, what, Carter?”
Damn it he was going to make me say it. But what if I didn’t? What would he actually do? Wasn’t this part of the game. To see how far I could push and see how far he would push back? I stood silently.
Jake chuckled. “It’s okay my friend. We’ll get there in the end.” Jake’s hand shot out to grasp me by the throat. He squeezed slightly and my nose flared to take in more oxygen. Jake leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You will do what I say how we agreed you’d do it, or I will punish you.”
My heart sped up. He could do it too if he wanted to. That was the point. He could make me do what he wanted.
Jake stepped back taking a flogger from a nearby table.
“Turn,” Jake said.
I stood still my eyes flashing. I wanted to see how far he would push me.
Grabbing me by my arm he forced me to turn, pressing my face against the cross.
“Friend, we will do this the hard way if we need to.”
In a way that’s exactly what I needed. I needed this to be a contest of wills and I needed to lose.
Jake leaned close to my ear again. “I’m going use this flogger on you now.”
I shivered against the cross. I liked the impact part of play. In truth it wasn’t much of a punishment. He trailed the falls across my back to start. I shivered again. The strikes started lightly at first then picked up in intensity. Before long the sting of the falls took my breath away. It was hard to keep still with each strike. I worked hard to keep myself still.
Jake paused to run his hand across my back. He massaged my sore muscles.
“Turn back around,” Jake instructed. I thought about testing him further by forcing him to force me to turn. But I wanted to see what he was going to do. I turned my back the the cross.
“Good boy,” Jake crooned. My eyes flared. I was not his boy.
“Watch your eyes, Carter. Remember who is in control here.”
I glared at Jake. He was supposed to be in control. I was supposed to be giving it over. Ugh, this was tougher than I thought it would be. I still didn’t want to submit myself to him.
I dropped my eyes in deference. Jake rewarded me by cupping my cheek in his hand. I leaned into it. I wanted to be good. I really did.
Jake stepped back again. He pulled a spanking bench out in from of me. The kind where one end was a little higher than the other. He was going to put me on that thing. Jake instructed me to straddle the bench with my ass at the higher end. It was a very vulnerable position. Damn it I wouldn’t do it. This was too far.
With a swiftness I hadn’t expected Jake grabbed me by the arm wrenching it back behind me. He pressed his bare chest to my back holding me against him.
“Friend, I told you we’d do this the hard way if we needed to. I know you need to put up a resistance but really, this is getting old. You want this. You want me to have my way with you. You want me to make you do the vulnerable things so you can enjoy them without the guilt, don’t you?”
My cheeks burned. He was right. I felt shame at wanting this. If I was made to do things, I could justify to myself that I was forced to enjoy myself. Jake wasn’t going to make it that easy on me though.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of, Carter. This is a need you have. Indulge it. Let me help you.” I sagged against Jake. He was right. I did need this. And he was my friend. I could feel safe with him.
I stepped froward to straddle the bench. I arranged myself and rested my head on the padded surface. Jake rubbed my ass with his hand. Big circles, squeezing every once in a while.
Jake stepped back and I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see what was coming next. I didn’t want to know what implement he’d use.
Crack! A paddle smacked against my ass. Hard. I gasped a breath. He really wasn’t going to take it easy on me. Crack! Again, and again he hit my ass with the paddle. It didn’t take long before my ass got sore. Periodically Jake would rub his hand across my ass testing the warmth.
It became harder and harder to keep still. The smacks growing in intensity. My ass was really sore now.
Jake put the paddle back on his table, walking around to stand in front of me.
“How far do you want to go down this rabbit hole, Carter?”
I thought to myself. I wanted to feel like I had given up all control. I wanted Jake to do to me whatever he felt I needed to do.
“As far as you want to go, Sir.”
“Good, boy.”
Jake unzipped his pants pulling out his hard cock. Whoa! I wasn’t expecting that.
“Take it.”
Take it? I wasn’t sure what he was instructing me to do.
“Take it in your mouth Carter.”
I’d never given a blow job in my life. I had never been in a situation where it was called for. I slowly reached out with one hand to grab it and Jake slapped my hand away.
“I said take it, not grab it.”
I took a deep breath. I had said I wanted to go down the rabbit hole. I opened my mouth and took him inside. It didn’t feel like I had expected. The skin was softer that I’d thought it would be. Jake began slowly pumping into my mouth. It was a little hard to keep my head at the right angle with how I was positioned on the bench, but I made do.
I licked along Jake’s dick and swallowed him down when he hit the back of my throat. I had a new appreciation for all the women who had ever sucked my dick. This wasn’t as easy as it looked.
Jake began pumping harder and harder. I sucked and slurped as he moved. Drool was running out of my mouth and my eyes watered a little.
Suddenly Jake growled, “Mouth or back?” I didn’t understand what he was asking at first. Finally, I realized he was asking me where I wanted him to come. I worked him with my mouth as answer. If I was going to do this, I might as well do it right. Another minute and Jake was coming down my throat. It was saltier than I expected. It was a strange consistency. Not what I was used to.
Jake pulled from my mouth and ran his fingers through my hair.
“You did good. Let me help you up.”
I was a little dazed as Jake helped me up from the bench. We stood face to face.
“How are you feeling?” Jake asked.
“Surprisingly good, actually.”
“Was that more what you had in mind for when you played?”
I smiled to myself. It had been actually. I told Jake it was.
“Good. You suck a mean dick my friend, we’ll have to play again.”