Before I Come Home

– Max Potter

My husband can frustrate me at times. Happens to everyone, I know. I still love him, so I get over it. I’m sure I frustrate him as well. I know I do, since he’s my Dom as well, so when I frustrate him, I am bent over the sawhorse for a beating. Or if I’ve really done it, the spoked cock cage is my companion for a few days. Spiked cock cages are bad enough, but when you are blowing or getting fucked by the love of your life, the torment of the points pressing in sends you to places you would not believe. 

I have just the outlet for everything. And he’s bound on a fuck-bench in front of me. Andy looks so vulnerable there. His smooth skin, his narrow waist. Andy is a twink, polar opposite of my muscled husband. No cage on me now, Andy is my sub and I’m going to use him. He’s blindfolded, gagged. Ropes keeping him in place as I slide my cock into his ass. There is resistance as my giant pole goes into this slight body. He can’t help being so small. I put my hands on his ribs and press in, so he can feel he is under my control. 

I start to thrust, he’s squirming as much as he can in my tight bounds, that is not much. I know what he’s feeling, the helplessness. I grip his ribs tighter as I bend forward. I’m already sweating, and I can make out drops darkening the rope. Andy is feeling compressed inside and out, the ropes pressing in and my cock shoving his guts around. He’s quivering under me. Lost in his subspace and the presence of his Dom. I know what that surrender feels like, I love getting to push a boy, my boy, to it. My dick gets harder, iron-like as I fuck him. My Dom has put me through some odd shit lately, and controlling this boy like a ragdoll is exactly what I need. 

I’m exerting my dominance, showing my sub who the boss is. It’s my will he’s like this, my skill and skin making it happen. His mind is doing what I deem. The control I’m exerting over Andy wells up in me, and I cum violently into his ass. 

I lay down on top of him. My chest on his back, I feel the pull as he tries to breathe. He has cum as well. Even in his cage. My weight feels crushing; he knows I know how it feels, that I’m making him feel it. My hands run down his arms as I hear what could be a sob escape his lips. He’s mine. Totally mine. 

I have Andy struggle for breath under me a bit before easing off, letting him breath deeply, get his head back. He’s almost asleep when I start to untie him. He wakes at my movements, and when he’s free, curls up in my arms. I kiss his head as he snuggles into me. It’s not just the pain I put him through, not just the fucking, it’s this time when he clings to me that makes me really feel like his Dom. Needing it so much, he is in my arms. 

Once Andy is recovered, we shower together and I dress to go back home. We kiss in his doorway. He’s so small compared to me. The drive isn’t long, and my mind begins to change. Not making things happen, but taking what happens. The release of my cum released my resistance to obedience as well. I was slipping back into my role at home. 

I park in the garage, stopping for a moment to grip the steering wheel; to close my eyes and breathe. The last pieces fall into place. I get out of the car and head to the den where my husband is in his recliner watching TV. I kneel down beside him, bow my head. His hand slowly ruffle my hair, I so want to please him, to do anything he wants, just for his smile. For his approval. I am now a sub, he is my Dom. 

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