The Secret Saturday Appointment
Mark lived a double life. To his wife, he was the dependable husband who spent his Friday afternoons dealing with a stubborn car engine at the local mechanic. In reality, he was chasing a hunger that consumed him, a desire for a dominance he couldn’t find anywhere else. After his first encounter with the man known only as The Giant, Mark had spent the entire week in a state of feverish anticipation.
He prepared himself with a devotion that bordered on the religious. He skipped meals to ensure he was clean, utilizing every trick he found online to prepare his body for what was to come. He even stole a few drops of his wife’s floral lotion, rubbing it into his skin so he would smell feminine, soft, and inviting. By the time Saturday morning arrived, Mark felt like a nervous bride on her wedding night, his legs trembling as he approached the designated address.
When the door opened, The Giant stood there in a white bathrobe, his presence filling the doorway. He didn’t speak much; he didn’t have to. He led Mark into the living room, where a bottle of lubricant and a set of toys waited on the table. With a slow, deliberate movement, The Giant opened his robe, revealing a massive, imposing member that left Mark breathless. Overcome by a sudden surge of lust, Mark dropped to his knees, worshiping the man with his tongue and lips until The Giant groaned and released a thick, hot torrent of seed into Mark’s mouth.
“Strip,” the man commanded. Mark obeyed instantly, standing naked and shivering. He was directed to the sofa, ordered to arch his back and lift his hips high. The Giant began with his fingers, stretching Mark open with a circular motion that turned initial discomfort into a searing, wonderful pleasure. Then came the toys—first a vibrating wand to loosen him, then a wide, flared plug that stretched Mark to his absolute limit.
“You’ve behaved like a good little girl,” The Giant whispered, his voice a low rumble. He forced Mark to look at him, demanding total submission. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you want me to break you open.” Mark, lost in the heat of the moment, sobbed out his consent, begging for the man to claim him completely.
The Giant positioned himself, the tip of his massive girth pressing against Mark’s dilated entrance. He pushed in slowly, centimeter by centimeter. It was a tight, agonizing stretch, but Mark leaned into the pain, craving the fullness. When the man finally bottomed out, the sensation was overwhelming. The Giant began to move, starting with slow, rhythmic thrusts that gradually built into a frantic, pounding pace. Mark screamed into the cushions as The Giant reached his peak, filling Mark’s depths with a warmth that felt like liquid gold.
As the encounter ended, The Giant replaced the plug, ensuring not a single drop of his essence escaped. “Keep it inside,” he ordered. “I want you carrying my mark until next week.” Mark cleaned the man with tender care, his heart still racing. As he dressed to leave before the man’s wife returned, The Giant promised a surprise for the following Saturday. Mark walked to his car, sore and exhausted, already counting the seconds until he could return to his master.