Sir Tennis
Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 4:42 pm
Tennis was his sport game as well as his name. Male dominant, on the Internet, who had a stable of submissive followers. Most of the sub males were of the 'tell me what to do' variety. If he told them to put a strong liniment in their penis' urethral opening, they would obey. If told to masturbate but not reach climax, that was what they would do. Insert a butt plug, "As you wish, Sir."
Here is how I view Mr.Tennis in my mind's eye. To me he is what I am not. My arms are like sticks, little muscle definition. Always embarrassed when the female Doctor tells the aide, "When you take his blood pressure, use the small cuff." She is actually telling her assistant to use the female blood pressure cuff on this pseudo male. My mind envisions Tennis' arms...well developed from forehand and backhand strokes. Mine poorly shaped, because masturbating does not build muscle. His biceps are formed from athletic endeavors...mine are feeble from two-finger penis play.
His chest, pectoral muscles are well defined; my chest...sporting B-cup size breasts. He has a male chest, I have a soft female like display of tits. What a fine example of man is Mr. Tennis. I do not compare.
His stomach has washboard abs...mine fleshy and epicene, at best. His with male hair...mine as depleted as a newborn.
And, lower...down where it really matters. Sir Tennis displays a soft six inch member swinging between his strong thighs. His cock is accompanied by two bulbous testes. His pubic triangle sports a generous batch of hair, displaying his privates at their best. My nub of a penis is more like a thumb...and only a puny one at that.
When Sir Tennis erects...it is a sight to behold. As his cock goes from flaccid the organ slowly stiffens. His six inch softness gets firm...rises...engorges...until it juts proudly from him. His shaft's skin is stretched until it glistens. His cock head becomes an angry red knob. His sex organ protrudes a full nine inches, thick as a cucumber! A massive manly tool! Mine, erects from a small bulge to a mere five inches, and as spindly as a puerile carrot.
Tennis has an Alpha cock...mine is an Omega penis. He encases his privates in Jockey shorts...I frequently wear female panties.
I see his Alpha member bulging in his shorts and kneel before him. There is nothing for me to say or do. He knows that he is Adonis, I am an utterly poor example of maleness and a pansy. He knows that he has wardship...I know that I am subservient.
"Ready to accept my man cream?" he flouts.
My eyes are fixed on his massiveness, covered by only a layer of fabric.
I nod, acknowledging his superiority, submitting myself to his libido.
He does not move forward. Rather, he commands that I approach. His hands encase the back of my head bringing my face to his shorts. I suspect he wants me to act, but I pause, awaiting his wish. "Lower them with your teeth," he snarls.
My teeth latch on to the waistband. Slowly I pull it free from his abs, unhurriedly tugging it out to free the treasure within. "Oh," I gasp...as his cock is gradually exposed. His cock head's slit already sports a glistening drop of pre cum. Dare I capture it now? I resist the urge, fearful of spoiling everything by losing my hold on the waistband. As I lower his shorts further, his member juts out...a dazzling and exquisite creature, I now behold.
"Open, accept your Master's monolith. Worship it until you have whipped my cream into an ebullition of lust. Lick and caress it until it spews forth its strength into your effeminate being. Accept the omnipotence of my Alpha being into your Omega worthlessness."
I open my mouth and encircle his cock's glans. My tongue moving down to the corona of the glans. With the entire penis head in my mouth I massage that crowning piece of flesh, by aggressive sucking action. I become powerless to resist his need.
"Fucking pussy-bitch," he grunts as I become more forceful in attacking this masterpiece of masculinity. His frenulum rests on my tongue. It is the underside of his cock's head, a sensitive spot indeed. I tenderly rake it with my teeth as I suck harder.
He shutters out, "Stop it faggot. You'll make this end too quickly if you keep that up. Oh, damn it, stop!"
He's frantic, wants to cum but wants to delay as long as possible. I ease up on his dick; he starts to relax. As I feel the tension level drop I slide one hand under his ball sack, and gently caress, bringing him down from the edge. His cock is pulsating as I tongue down the shaft. My hand holding his testicles creeps away from them, moving rearward. Without his being aware I had used saliva to moisten my longest finger. Finally that lubed digit finds his sphincter muscle!
"Cunt boy!...stop!...freeze!" he shouts out. I think better. My finger rims him slow and easy. His anus clenches, but my finger insists...and presses harder. He finally relaxes that muscle and my finger enters. I move in and out in time with my suction on his cock.
Tennis is reaching the point of no return. As he clasps my head with his hands he violently face fucks me, driving his cock deep into my throat. He is hyper, a raging bull. He screeches out, "Fucking ..stop...I will cum if...."
I suck his magnificent cock as energetically as possible, while my finger slides further into his inviting ass hole. Like a volcano, he erupts...spewing out his hot creamy lava. I gulp to contain the first jet. A second eruption immediately follows...and a third. I can't swallow quickly enough. My jaws ballon with his man seed. He is thrusting uncontrollably, banging his cock's head deep in my mouth.
He suddenly goes quiet and immovable. I swallow catching up with his immense load of creme de la creme. Now I use my mouth to finish gratifying his cock, sucking it dry and licking it clean. He is spent...finished...drained.
"Boy," he says, "you were an adequate cock-sucker, but something was missing."
"Please, Sir, what else do you desire before you allow me to pay homage?"
"You will wear either effeminate pink or wuss baby blue female panties whenever you are in my presence."
"Sir, I only have such epicene attire in another color. Would white be satisfactory?"
"Bitch-boy, worthless Omega pseudo male, obey me! Or, you will never again feast at this Alpha's seat of strength and generative power unless you do my bidding"
"I, as only an impotent and ersatz male, will service you as you wish, Sir Tennis."
Here is how I view Mr.Tennis in my mind's eye. To me he is what I am not. My arms are like sticks, little muscle definition. Always embarrassed when the female Doctor tells the aide, "When you take his blood pressure, use the small cuff." She is actually telling her assistant to use the female blood pressure cuff on this pseudo male. My mind envisions Tennis' arms...well developed from forehand and backhand strokes. Mine poorly shaped, because masturbating does not build muscle. His biceps are formed from athletic endeavors...mine are feeble from two-finger penis play.
His chest, pectoral muscles are well defined; my chest...sporting B-cup size breasts. He has a male chest, I have a soft female like display of tits. What a fine example of man is Mr. Tennis. I do not compare.
His stomach has washboard abs...mine fleshy and epicene, at best. His with male hair...mine as depleted as a newborn.
And, lower...down where it really matters. Sir Tennis displays a soft six inch member swinging between his strong thighs. His cock is accompanied by two bulbous testes. His pubic triangle sports a generous batch of hair, displaying his privates at their best. My nub of a penis is more like a thumb...and only a puny one at that.
When Sir Tennis erects...it is a sight to behold. As his cock goes from flaccid the organ slowly stiffens. His six inch softness gets firm...rises...engorges...until it juts proudly from him. His shaft's skin is stretched until it glistens. His cock head becomes an angry red knob. His sex organ protrudes a full nine inches, thick as a cucumber! A massive manly tool! Mine, erects from a small bulge to a mere five inches, and as spindly as a puerile carrot.
Tennis has an Alpha cock...mine is an Omega penis. He encases his privates in Jockey shorts...I frequently wear female panties.
I see his Alpha member bulging in his shorts and kneel before him. There is nothing for me to say or do. He knows that he is Adonis, I am an utterly poor example of maleness and a pansy. He knows that he has wardship...I know that I am subservient.
"Ready to accept my man cream?" he flouts.
My eyes are fixed on his massiveness, covered by only a layer of fabric.
I nod, acknowledging his superiority, submitting myself to his libido.
He does not move forward. Rather, he commands that I approach. His hands encase the back of my head bringing my face to his shorts. I suspect he wants me to act, but I pause, awaiting his wish. "Lower them with your teeth," he snarls.
My teeth latch on to the waistband. Slowly I pull it free from his abs, unhurriedly tugging it out to free the treasure within. "Oh," I gasp...as his cock is gradually exposed. His cock head's slit already sports a glistening drop of pre cum. Dare I capture it now? I resist the urge, fearful of spoiling everything by losing my hold on the waistband. As I lower his shorts further, his member juts out...a dazzling and exquisite creature, I now behold.
"Open, accept your Master's monolith. Worship it until you have whipped my cream into an ebullition of lust. Lick and caress it until it spews forth its strength into your effeminate being. Accept the omnipotence of my Alpha being into your Omega worthlessness."
I open my mouth and encircle his cock's glans. My tongue moving down to the corona of the glans. With the entire penis head in my mouth I massage that crowning piece of flesh, by aggressive sucking action. I become powerless to resist his need.
"Fucking pussy-bitch," he grunts as I become more forceful in attacking this masterpiece of masculinity. His frenulum rests on my tongue. It is the underside of his cock's head, a sensitive spot indeed. I tenderly rake it with my teeth as I suck harder.
He shutters out, "Stop it faggot. You'll make this end too quickly if you keep that up. Oh, damn it, stop!"
He's frantic, wants to cum but wants to delay as long as possible. I ease up on his dick; he starts to relax. As I feel the tension level drop I slide one hand under his ball sack, and gently caress, bringing him down from the edge. His cock is pulsating as I tongue down the shaft. My hand holding his testicles creeps away from them, moving rearward. Without his being aware I had used saliva to moisten my longest finger. Finally that lubed digit finds his sphincter muscle!
"Cunt boy!...stop!...freeze!" he shouts out. I think better. My finger rims him slow and easy. His anus clenches, but my finger insists...and presses harder. He finally relaxes that muscle and my finger enters. I move in and out in time with my suction on his cock.
Tennis is reaching the point of no return. As he clasps my head with his hands he violently face fucks me, driving his cock deep into my throat. He is hyper, a raging bull. He screeches out, "Fucking ..stop...I will cum if...."
I suck his magnificent cock as energetically as possible, while my finger slides further into his inviting ass hole. Like a volcano, he erupts...spewing out his hot creamy lava. I gulp to contain the first jet. A second eruption immediately follows...and a third. I can't swallow quickly enough. My jaws ballon with his man seed. He is thrusting uncontrollably, banging his cock's head deep in my mouth.
He suddenly goes quiet and immovable. I swallow catching up with his immense load of creme de la creme. Now I use my mouth to finish gratifying his cock, sucking it dry and licking it clean. He is spent...finished...drained.
"Boy," he says, "you were an adequate cock-sucker, but something was missing."
"Please, Sir, what else do you desire before you allow me to pay homage?"
"You will wear either effeminate pink or wuss baby blue female panties whenever you are in my presence."
"Sir, I only have such epicene attire in another color. Would white be satisfactory?"
"Bitch-boy, worthless Omega pseudo male, obey me! Or, you will never again feast at this Alpha's seat of strength and generative power unless you do my bidding"
"I, as only an impotent and ersatz male, will service you as you wish, Sir Tennis."
