The Client’s Command
The anticipation had been eating away at Julian for days. After the first encounter, he had sent a daring message to his client, admitting his desire to be completely dominated, to be a tool for the other man’s pleasure. When the email finally arrived summoning him to a private office at ten in the morning, Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs, a mix of terror and electric excitement.
The moment he stepped through the door, the atmosphere shifted. The client didn’t offer a greeting; he simply gave a sharp, commanding gesture. Strip. Julian obeyed instantly, his clothes pooling on the floor until he stood shivering and exposed. He sank to his knees, head bowed, waiting for the inevitable.
The command came swiftly. Julian was ordered to take the man’s hardness into his mouth. He struggled with the size, his throat tightening as he tried to accommodate the thick length. When his teeth accidentally grazed the skin, the client’s voice turned cold, warning him of the consequences. The intensity escalated quickly; the client used a thin cable to deliver stinging lashes across Julian’s flushed buttocks, a sharp contrast of pain and pleasure that left Julian gasping.
The degradation continued as Julian was ordered to serve the man’s every whim, his body trembling under the weight of the authority being exerted over him. The cold floor pressed against his skin as he was forced into a prone position, the anticipation of the final act building until it became unbearable.
Without further preamble, the client claimed him. The entry was sudden and forceful, a raw invasion that filled Julian completely. He was driven into the floor, the rhythm savage and unrelenting. Julian let out a choked cry, feeling the overwhelming power of the man above him. When the climax finally hit, it was an explosion of release that left them both breathless.
As quickly as it had begun, the encounter ended. Dress and leave, the client commanded, already turning away. Julian dressed in a daze, feeling utterly used and humiliated, yet as he walked out into the sunlight, a dark, addictive thrill lingered. He was already longing for the next summons, craving the weight of that dominance once more.