Chapter 4: Simon (Part 2)
Y/N knocks briefly on the hotel room door, and walks in to see who he will be staying with overnight as he helps the group film several videos in Italy. To his pleasant surprise, Simon is sat on the bed, sifting through one of his bags as he unpacks.
Y/N enters the room hesitantly, unsure of how to address the situation after their previous encounter. Simon looks up from his bag, a slight smile playing across his lips. He motions for Y/N to sit beside him, sensing his discomfort. "Looks like we're roommates tonight," Simon says, a grin on his face.
Y/N sits down on the edge of the bed, still feeling flustered as he wondered how serious Simon truly was when he had said that they should do another "dutch massage" sometime soon.
Simon finishes unpacking his things and turns to face Y/N, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, how are you finding Italy so far?" he asks, trying to casually change the subject.
Y/N shrugs, choosing not to comment on the obvious sexual undertones in their conversation. Instead, he asks, "Are you excited for filming tomorrow? It's going to be a big day."
Simon nods appreciatively, but can't stop thinking about their previous encounter and how much he had enjoyed it. "I'm excited, but worried about how long of a day it will be. You remember how cramped I was and how much my legs and feet hurt after that last shoot," Simon said.
Y/N nodded. "You were pretty knotted up."
"I think instead of massages after such a long day, I really should start doing them before the shoot so I'm rested," Simon said, glancing at Y/N mischievously once again. "What do you think?"
Y/N blushed slightly, feeling the warmth rise in his chest. The implications of Simon's suggestion were clear, and Y/N wasn't sure if he could handle another round of their intimate encounters. Still, he felt drawn to the idea of submitting himself to Simon once more. "I suppose that might be a good idea," Y/N replied hesitantly.
Simon leaned backward on the bed, his gaze fixed on Y/N as he stretched out his legs. He was wearing black jogging shorts, a t-shirt, and his feet were in white socks and white Air Force One shoes that he had been wearing all day as they traveled.
His feet were sweaty and smelly, which made Y/N's heart race faster.
Simon noticed Y/N's reaction and smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing. "Go ahead, Y/N. Take off my shoes and sniff them," he commanded, his voice laced with authority.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, but then he bent down and carefully removed Simon's shoes. He brought them to his nose, closing his eyes and taking in the scent of Simon's sweaty feet. It was a mix of perspiration, dirt, and the lingering fragrance of his boss.
Simon watched Y/N intently, enjoying the sight of him sniffing his shoes. "Good boy," he praised, his voice dripping with approval as he smirked.
"Now, show me your tongue."
Y/N hesitated for a moment, but then he opened his mouth wide, revealing his pink tongue. Simon nodded in satisfaction, reaching down to grab his own socked foot.
"Now, take my socked foot in your mouth," he ordered, his tone commanding.
Y/N hesitated, but then he closed his lips around Simon's socked foot, feeling the soft fabric against his tongue. He could smell the faint scent of sweat and dirt mixed with the faint odor of Simon's socks.
Simon watched Y/N intently, enjoying the sight of him sniffing his socked foot.
"Now, Y/N, use your tongue to clean my socked foot," Simon instructed, his voice firm and authoritative.
Y/N complied without question, using his tongue to lick and clean the sole of Simon's socked foot. As he did so, Simon's feet became wet with Y/N's saliva, making the sweaty socks even stickier.
Simon moved his legs and lifted his socked foot, bringing it closer to Y/N's face.
He positioned it over Y/N's mouth, letting his hot, sweaty sole press against Y/N's lips. "Open wide, and let me taste your obedience," Simon demanded, his voice full of power and desire.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, but then he parted his lips, allowing Simon's sweaty, socked foot to enter his mouth again. Simon's foot filled his mouth, leaving just enough space for Y/N to breathe.
His head was angled back, allowing him to deepen the angle of penetration. With each swallow, Y/N felt a wave of submission wash over him. It was an odd sensation, one that felt both thrilling and humiliating at the same time. He could feel the weight of Simon's expectant gaze upon him, the air heavy with anticipation.
As Y/N continued to perform his task, he began to sense a shift in the dynamics between them. Something was changing, and Y/N couldn't quite put his finger on it.
It was as though Simon was no longer content with merely dominating him physically; he wanted to control every aspect of Y/N's life. And Y/N found himself willing to submit to these new desires, despite the growing unease within him.
Simon's dirty talk intensified, his words becoming more explicit and demanding. "Sniff my fucking socks, you little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you want to please me."
Y/N hesitated for a moment, but then he began to sniff on Simon's socked foot, his nose moving around the fabric. He could taste the residue of sweat and dirt left behind by Simon's other foot, and it only served to heighten his arousal.
Simon watched Y/N intently, his eyes darkening with desire.
He knew that Y/N would be more than willing to continue pleasing him in whatever way he wished, so long as he played his cards right.
"You know, I really wouldn't want my legs to hurt either. You should massage my thighs," Simon said with a demanding tone.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, but then he moved his hands to Simon's legs, gently running his fingers along the inner side of Simon's thigh. His touch was light and gentle, causing Simon to look down with a satisfied smirk.
"That's it, Y/N. Make it firmer, but don't push too hard," Simon instructed, his voice low and husky. Y/N adjusted his grip, applying pressure in his palms as he kneaded Simon's muscular thighs.
Simon moaned softly, arching his back as he enjoyed the sensation. "That's it, Y/N," he encouraged, his voice full of desire. "You have a real talent for this."
Y/N blushed, pleased that he was able to satisfy Simon. He increased the intensity of his massage, digging his fingers deeper into Simon's muscles, working the tightness out of his legs. "Yes, Y/N, like that," Simon urged, his voice growing more insistent.
As Y/N continued massaging Simon's thighs, he couldn't help but realize his superior had an erection that was becoming increasingly visible through his black jogging shorts. This newfound knowledge only served to stoke the fire of Y/N's lust, and he grew more confident in his role as Simon's submissive.
Y/N felt a hand suddenly push his head down toward Simon's covered crotch. He could smell the distinct scent of sweat, dried cum, and traces of pee emanating from Simon's crotch.
Simon groaned softly, his hips bucking involuntarily as he fought to maintain control. "That's it, Y/N," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "Sniff it."
Y/N complied, moving his nose closer to Simon's bulge and taking in a deep whiff. He took in the strong, musky scent of Simon's arousal, feeling the heat radiating from his loins. As he did so, he could hear Simon's rapid breathing, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in his ears.
The musky scent of his crotch was intoxicating, drawing Y/N further into the vortex of desire. He could see the outline of Simon's cock through the fabric, throbbing with anticipation.
Simon's hips started to move rhythmically, and Y/N instinctively mirrored the motion. As Simon groaned softly, he reached out to cup Y/N's head, holding him firmly in place.
"That's it, Y/N," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "Suck it."
Y/N hesitated for a moment, but then he moved his mouth closer to Simon's covered crotch, opening his lips and allowing his tongue to flick out gently. Simon let out a deep sigh, his body shuddering slightly with pleasure.
As Y/N sucked on Simon's crotch, he could feel the weight of Simon's hands on his head, guiding him gently and subtly directing his movements.
He moved his tongue in sync with Simon's hips, the rhythmic dance of pleasure becoming a symphony of desire.
Simon's hips bucked harder, and Y/N could feel the friction of Simon's crotch rubbing against his cheeks as he worked him. The sounds of pleasure coming from Simon drove Y/N on, making him want to please his master even more.
As they neared their climax, Y/N felt a sharp pinch on his earlobe, followed by a gruff command from Simon.
"Don't forget to use your tongue, Y/N." Y/N hesitated briefly before responding, but soon after, he began to use his tongue to stroke Simon's length. His head bobbed up and down, creating a mesmerizing rhythm as he lapped at Simon's covered manhood.
Simon's breath caught in his throat, and his grip on Y/N's head tightened. "That's it, Y/N," he muttered roughly, a hint of pride and desire in his voice.
"Keep going, you little slut." His grip on Y/N's head tightened, pressing him closer to his achingly hard cock. Y/N obeyed, moving his tongue faster, taking him deeper inside his mouth. He didn't dare to look up at Simon, afraid of breaking the spell cast over him. The room was now filled with the sounds of their ardent lovemaking – Y/N's rhythmic slurping and Simon's labored breathing and moans.
Simon's hands were now clutching the back of Y/N's head, his grip tight and possessive.
Y/N felt a surge of powerlessness as he realized that he was completely under Simon's control. The thought both excited and terrified him, but he pushed those feelings aside, focusing instead on pleasuring his master.
Simon's hips bucked wildly, and Y/N could feel the pressure building inside him. He knew that Simon was close to his release, and he redoubled his efforts to bring him there.
With each thrust of his tongue, Y/N felt a wave of arousal wash over him. He could smell the saltiness of Simon's sweat and the faint tang of his pre-cum, mingling together in his mind.
With a swift motion, Simon pulls down his black jogger shorts, revealing a fully-erect bulge tucked inside of his cum-stained navy blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Simon pushes Y/N's head back down, and the removed layer unveils a more intense scent and taste of pre-cum and dried cum from past times Simon came in his underwear.
Y/N takes this as a signal to continue his actions, moving his tongue up and down the length of Simon's member while sucking it with his lips, trying to follow Simon's rhythm. Simon grabs Y/N's hair tighter, using it to guide Y/N's head and mouth along his shaft, increasing the speed and depth of his strokes. Y/N feels the pressure inside him building, knowing that he is also close to release, but he tries to focus solely on pleasing Simon.
As Y/N works Simon's shaft with his tongue, he can hear Simon's heavy breathing and the occasional grunt of satisfaction.
In this state of sexual submission, Y/N finds himself questioning why he agreed to this. Was it because he genuinely desired to be controlled? Or was it due to some deep-rooted need to prove himself worthy to Simon? Whatever the reason, he knows that he must continue to give his all in order to maintain his position as Simon's willing submissive.
As Simon's grip on his head tightens, Y/N leans forward, taking his master's cock deeper into his mouth. The tip of Simon's manhood brushes against the back of Y/N's throat, sending waves of exquisite pleasure coursing through his body.
The raw passion and dominance exhibited by Simon during this act make it unlike anything Y/N has ever experienced before. It is as though his entire being is being consumed by the power and intensity of the moment.
Simon grabs Y/N's head with his knees and uses his strength to flip them both over. Simon, now with his legs around Y/N's head, begins grinding his hard bulge into Y/N's face and mouth as he moans aggressively.
He uses Y/N's head as if it were a tool for his pleasure, forcing his cock deeper into Y/N's throat as he pants heavily. The sensation is overwhelming for Y/N, both physically and mentally, as he struggles to stay conscious beneath the powerful force of Simon's thrusts.
Y/N feels an intense mixture of pain and pleasure, as he tries to hold onto the feeling of being completely at Simon's mercy.
He is lost in the sensations – the overpowering smell of Simon's sex, the firm grip of his thighs around his neck, and the rough handling of his head. As he moves his tongue across Simon's throbbing length, he can sense the heat and power emanating from his master. He is awash in a sea of sensuality, with no hope of escape.
Simon lets out a hoarse cry, his eyes closed as he loses himself in the ecstasy.
He grinds his hips furiously, driving his cock deeper into Y/N's throat, eliciting a muffled cry from the younger man. Y/N's head bobs in time with Simon's movements, his throat working hard to accommodate Simon's massive erection.
Simon's grip on Y/N's head tightens, his fingers digging into the younger man's scalp as he forces him to take more of his cock.
Y/N gasps at the sudden change in tempo, struggling to keep up with Simon's relentless pace. Simon's moans grow louder, and the room fills with the sounds of their combined arousal. As Y/N's eyes begin to water from the strain, he starts to lose track of where his body ends and Simon's begins.
His thoughts become a jumbled mess, his brain reeling from the sheer intensity of the situation. His mind races with questions: Why did I agree to this? Is this what I truly desire?
Y/N wonders, as he continues to service Simon's cock. The room is filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter, punctuated by Simon's heavy breathing and the occasional grunt of satisfaction.
As Simon approaches his climax, his grip on Y/N's head tightens, and his hips buck wildly.
Simon's moans grow louder and his thrusts deeper as he begins hitting his orgasm.
His grip on Y/N's head tightens even further, nearly causing him to choke on his massive erection.
Simon, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through him, finally reaches that pinnacle moment where his body experiences an explosion of ecstasy. His entire frame shudders uncontrollably, mirroring the raw power of his climax. As he emits a cry of exhilaration, the air around him seems charged with electricity. The force of his orgasm propels thick strands of semen out of his boxer briefs, cascading down upon Y/N's eagerly awaiting tongue. With each gush of his release, Simon's voice becomes more ragged, his words tumbling forth like a torrent of passionate confessions. Each syllable is laced with desire, further intensifying the atmosphere within the room, transforming it into a private sanctuary for their desires.
As Simon releases his seed, he tells Y/N, "You're so good at this, my little slut. You know how to please me." His words fill Y/N with a mix of pride and humility, as he processes the significance of his role in Simon's life.
Simon pulls his covered cock out of Y/N's mouth. Saliva and some leftover cum drenched Simon's boxer briefs and bulge, with some strands still connected to Y/N's mouth as he gasps for air.