Sirge - piss and groan

Standing at the toilet with my pants unzipped and unbuttoned I turned just enough so he could watch me piss. As the steady stream hit the bowl he entered. In true mutt fashion he got on his hands and knees at the base of the bowl and said, "Stop."

He immediately took my dick in his mouth. We both knew I needed to finish pissing as I shot one solid squirt into his mouth, then another. he began to suck and as I began to harden, I started to pull out. Another stream, partially caught in his mouth, continued spraying across his cheek as my dick left his lips.

I looked down at him. My man, so masculine, so real. No physical collar or leash but clearly owned - ready to service and serve.

I bent down to kiss his mouth and he responded by feeding me some of my own piss from his mouth to mine. I stood and swallowed, while still on his knees he swallowed, too. Slightly bitter, like charred coffee, it flowed down my throat.

He stood and I licked the piss off his cheek and neck. Well it was more like I used my tongue to coat his cheek and neck with the residual piss that sprayed his face. He stood there and bent his head back to give me access to his jaw and I lightly chewed on his neck, signifying my appreciation and admiration for his service.

From there we continued our domestic duties but I soon realized I had not completely emptied my bladder. When I whistled for mutt, he came back to the dimly lit bathroom and found me sitting on the toilet. With my pants wrapped around my ankles and my dick in my hand, I pointed to my crotch. he approached me, again on his hands and knees, and swallowed me. he sucked and I held his head. I held his head to be physically connected but to also control his motions. I wanted to control the rhythm of my dick gliding in his mouth. With two black rubber rings wrapped around the head of my dick, each stroke within his mouth produced waves of intense pleasure. I needed to manage the intensity by controlling the movement of my dick in his mouth. I will also admit that I enjoyed holding his head because of the control and the pure domination.

Here I had my Man, my mutt, my Towser, my partner, my best friend, on his hands and knees between my legs as I sat on the toilet. Here I was in a dark erotic physical place with my dick in his mouth. When I looked down at him I flew to a mental space that I had only dreamed of when I fell asleep alone in the darkness of night grinding my hardness into the mattress.

I instructed him to stand and directed him to take his cock out of his jeans. In a deft move his red swollen cock was in my mouth. Through reciprocation, though it was a small act, I wanted to acknowledge my appreciate for his oral submission.

But this did not last long as he silently fell to his knees and I stood. Now in the doorway, I again held his head, and with a great sense of power, I used his mouth for my own pleasure. At times I braced myself with my hands on the door frame and just held my cock in his mouth.

I told him I have waited forever to be here...at this particular place and moment. Through groans I attempted to explain to him how I have searched for someone to be mine, to have someone to own, to feel a sense of unity with another man. As far as I was concerned, this was perfection. I told him I wished there were other men watching...watching him submit and service. I wanted other men to see him on his knees with my dick in his mouth because I was so proud of him.

he acknowledged my words by quickening the movement of his head. When I told him to lick he intuitively lapped at my balls. While he licked, I jerked and as I held his jaw with my other hand, I asked him if he was ready. In response he opened his mouth, as the first spurt of cum landed on his cupped tongue. He caught every shot and finished me off by covering my dick with his lips.

A true mutt.

I fed him the cum that lingered on my fingers and wiped my hands on his rugged stubbled face. When I bent down, just as he fed me earlier, he now fed me my own cum and we again both swallowed.

My Man, my mutt...owned, valued, kept...in my heart, body, mind and soul. I often struggle finding words in our language to completely convey my feelings for him. For now, as I have told him many times before, I more than love him.