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Date Posted: 14:11:28 10/27/18 Sat
I grew up in a large city by the ocean. I liked to go down to the docks and watch the longshoremen at work there, loading and unloading ships' cargoes. It's not that I had a particular interest in the transportation of goods. It's just that I liked to watch hot beefy men flexing their muscles. I was in my early 20s, and those dock workers were constantly in my thoughts.
It was summer and most of the dock workers were wearing t-shirts. The sleeves of their t-shirts looked like they were going to burst from the bulging muscles in their arms (like Popeye). And their broad shoulders and imposing chests stretched their t-shirts out in all directions (like The Incredible Hulk). They all looked so attractive to me. These were BIG MEN. Everything about them was BIG, right down to the BIG bulge in their pants. They all wore BIG black garrison belts, which looked real macho. And some of them wore the BIG buckle of their garrison belt off to the side, which really turned me on.
I would hang around those men when they were on their breaks and listen to their conversations. They assumed I just had an interest in ships and did not suspect the real truth: that I lusted after many of them! Sometimes, I even fantasized about being gang-raped by the entire work crew!
I became quite friendly with one of the dock workers named Jim. He was about 10 years older than me. He had bulging muscles, and I thought he looked particularly manly wearing his garrison belt with the buckle to the side. One day, at the end of his work shift, Jim came over to me and asked me if I would like to go over to his place for dinner. I eagerly accepted his invitation, secretly hoping it would lead to something more intimate. I had to be careful, though. I didn't know whether he was "coming on" to me or just being "friendly". It took us about 20 minutes to walk from the docks to Jim's place.
Once we were inside his apartment, Jim took off his garrison belt and hung it on a hook on the wall. Then, he took off his work clothes and got in the shower. Jim wasn't at all shy about undressing in front of me, and I certainly didn't mind. It gave me the opportunity to see how muscular he really was. And I couldn't help noticing that he had the biggest dick I had ever seen! While he was taking his shower, I fantasized about paying homage to that magnificent organ of his with my lips and tongue. After he dried himself off, Jim put on some clean clothes. He told me he was going to pick up some takeout for us from a Chinese restaurant. He said his car was in the shop for repairs, but he had a bicycle to get to the restaurant. He told me to make myself comfortable at his place while he picked up our dinner. He said he'd be back in about half an hour.
While Jim was out, I explored his apartment to pass the time. I came across the work clothes he had worn that day. I picked up his t-shirt, which was still somewhat sweaty, and took a deep whiff of it. It had a strong earthy smell I found very arousing. Then, I picked up his pants. I ran my tongue over the crotch, imagining he was still inside those pants.
Lastly, I removed his wide garrison belt from the hook on the wall. Feeling the thick leather of his belt between my fingers excited me. Then, I got a sudden urge to try on his belt. I put it through the belt loops of my jeans. It was a perfect fit! I wore his belt with the buckle on my left side, just the way he wore it. I practically creamed in my pants while I was wearing Jim's belt.
I continued my exploration of Jim's apartment. I didn't find any girlie magazines. So I still held out the hope that Jim might be a "man's man". Just then, I heard Jim return. I made a hasty retreat from his bedroom back to the living room. When Jim entered, the smell of Chinese food quickly filled the room. He spread the food out on the table, and we finished it off before it got cold.
When I was done eating, I got up from the table, stretched out my arms, and yawned. Just then, Jim looked at me rather strangely and remarked, "It's funny I didn't notice the belt you're wearing until now. It looks just like mine." Then, observing that his own belt was missing from its place on the wall, he said, in a loud voice, "Hey. That's my belt you have on!" Suddenly, I realized that, after I had tried on Jim's belt, it had felt so comfortable, I had forgotten to take it off! I explained to Jim that I just wanted to see what a wide belt like his felt like. I took off Jim's belt and handed it back to him. I told him I was sorry. Jim replied angrily, "Not as sorry as you're going to be! I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Jim told me to take off all my clothes and lie face-down on his bed. I got really scared, but I didn't dare disobey him. Someone as heavily muscled as Jim could have easily overpowered me. He tied me down to the 4 corners of the bed with pieces of rope. Jim said, "Since you wanted to find out what my belt feels like, you're going to get your wish. I'm going to give you 40 lashes with my belt!" It didn't take very long before I was screaming my head off. Jim obviously had considerable experience using his belt for punishment. He knew just how to apply the LASH to inflict unbearable pain. I begged him to stop, but that belt of his was unforgiving. When my whipping was finally over with, Jim didn't release me right away. Instead, he examined, with apparent satisfaction, the many black-and-blue marks his belt had left on my butt. When I stopped crying, he took off his clothes and got on top of me. I could feel his huge dick pushing repeatedly against my buns. Finally, he forced his way into me. At first, it hurt like the devil, but Jim told me to relax, and when I did, I felt we had become as one. There were no longer any doubts in my mind that Jim was my kind of man!
Later on, Jim admitted to me that he wasn't really angry with me for wearing his belt. He just used that as an excuse to tie me up and give me a whipping. He said he liked to punish younger guys with his belt.
Jim invited me over to his place many times after that. But each time, before we had sex, he forced me to take another whipping with his belt. Gradually, I came to accept Jim's need to punish me as an essential part of his being the dominant man that he was. Jim got turned on making me cry and yell and scream. He enjoyed watching me pull on the ropes in a desperate attempt to escape the sting of his belt. And he especially liked to see the look of fear on my face when he raised his belt to administer another LASH!
For the curious, this story is a complete fantasy.
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