Gay Mormon BDSM Training – Part 6

“Now get on your back and spread those legs so I can pound you into the mattress like the cockslut you are.”

James’ eyes bulged when he heard what Victor said, and to quench his parched mouth he downed the rest of his drink.

He was sore and dirty already from the crazy day of non-stop sex he was having, and he couldn’t stop thinking of his companion Seth. His friend was probably worried sick, imagining the crazy, humiliating things Victor was making him do.

James felt like so much had changed for him in such a short time, and right now he was feeling trapped by this powerful man, but his virginity was something he had been taught to treasure since he was very young boy. He could never in a million years picture that his first time was going to be in a gorgeous loft in New York City, being coerced by the Mission President.

His head swirled and he felt really hot and woozy from his first alcoholic drink. He looked up from his position leaning back on the bed to the beautiful, powerful man that was standing in front of him. Suddenly, he burst into tears.

Victor instantly softened. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The man leaned down on the bed next to James and looked at him with concern. James couldn’t muster the words out of the thoughts his mind, there was too much all at once. He just continued to cry on the bed, naked and ashamed. Victor grabbed him under the chin and tilted it up so that their eyes could meet.

“Talk to me.” He said.

James sniffed. “I-I..” He burst into more sobs.

Victor grabbed his head and pulled it softly onto his strong, hairy chest. James felt comforted by this man that, so far, had only caused him discomfort. Victor finally spoke.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

“Really?” said James, wiping his nose on his arm.

“Of course. I like to keep my boys on a short leash, so to speak, but I would never force you to have sex if you don’t want to.”

Victor started stroking James’ soft blonde hair back. James knew the man must have had a soft spot under that hard exterior.

“I’m only doing these things to you so that you can experience them in a controlled environment where I know you’re going to be okay. There are a lot of men in this city that would take full advantage of an innocent little boy like you, and they wouldn’t stop if you wanted to. From now on we should have a safe word that you can say whenever things are getting too intense. How about banana?”

James giggled. “Banana?”

Victor continued, “It has to be something that we wouldn’t ever say in a scenario, so maybe banana isn’t the best option.”

James blushed.