Stories of Submission

NIPPLES

Author's note: This story and "Scott's Story" are dedicated to scottnips-itsafag.bdsmlr.com for its enthusiastic support and inspiration.

One of the more minor but consistent pleasures I find is seeing men's nipples standing up poking their shirts. It happens everywhere. Most of them must be straight. Are their nipples just that prominent naturally? Do they know some men enjoy seeing them? Do they enjoy showing them off?

Are their shirts chafing them, making them stiffer and more noticeable without their wanting it or even noticing it?

Or maybe they were playing with their nipples at home, or even in public when they think no one is noticing, and the effect hasn't faded? Are their wives or girlfriends doing it for them? 

It happens with all kinds of men. Buff men with muscular pecs. Big men developing man tits from age or lack of exercise. Really almost any man wearing a form-fitting shirt.

I often fantasize about going up and brushing against them through their shirts just to see how they would react. 

Which brings me to José. He's a middle-aged Mexican man who works tables at one of my regular lunch places. Not hot or buffed. Almost certainly thinks of himself as straight. No problem for a perv like me. 

I've been going there for years. He's been working there forever. We have a friendly, 'how ya been, how's your wife' relationship.  

Usually his nipples press a bit against his slightly too-tight shirt. I like admiring them discreetly as he works the very small dining area.

Things take a turn during the summer months. Like many restaurants, this one is a little too enthusiastic about the air conditioning. A little too cool and breezy. 

Then his nipples really stand out. You can make out everything. Is he oblivious to this? Does he like showing them off? Would he like this to go somewhere?

I really have to restrain myself from staring. It drives me a little crazy, which I'll admit is a pretty short drive.

While waiting for my lunch order to be brought to my table I often fantasize about brushing against him in the narrow passageway to the men's room. Sometimes I brush against him 'accidentally'. Sometimes I brush against him intentionally just to get a reaction from him. 

Today's a scorcher. The air conditioner is set to 'max'. His nipples have responded accordingly. 

So has my fantasy: 

He's just coming out of the men's room as I'm coming down the hall. He stands against the wall to let me pass. I lurch slightly, causing my upper arm to brush against both of his nipples.

That's it. We'll see how he responds. If he's a little cool to me that'll be the end of it.

But if anything he's a shade friendlier. I respond by 'accidentally' brushing one of his nipples while he refills my tea, right there in public where someone might see. 

"Sorry". 

His smile is relaxed, almost inviting. He stands there for a few seconds, giving me a chance to admire his nipples up close.

Ten minutes later he's heading for the men's room again. This is it.

I give him thirty seconds to piss then head for the hallway. He's just coming out of the men's room. 

I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. Just seeing his actual nipples sends me into overdrive. They're everything I imagined. Big, dark areolas surrounding nice, semi-hard, prominent nipples. No hair to distract from their beauty.

I grab a nipple, pull him into the small, one-person men's room and lock the door behind me.

His mind is probably thinking WTF!? 

His face, though, is telling me loud and clear that he loves it.  

What are his nipples telling me via his facial expressions? Let's take a listen:

"Whoa! I thought the table graze was an accident. Fuck no. I can't believe this guy had the balls to pull up his shirt and pull him into the bathroom by his nipple. About time someone did this for him."

"Lock eyes with him and visually dare him to pretend he doesn't like it. He knows he does. He isn't gonna do shit about it except jerk off about this for weeks."

"Yeah. Pinch 'em both. Look at the lust in his eyes. Pull on them. He does that to himself all the time. Way better that someone else finally does it for him. No comparison."

"Nice changeup. Brush them real lightly. Now twist 'em good. Yeah!"

"First time he moans you got him."

"Next level! He's never had anyone suck on his nipples and he can't do that for himself.  You should see his face! Nibble on one and pinch the other. That's right. He's really getting worked up now."

"Right on the edge of pain. He's starting to squirm a little. I can tell you like that. So does he. So do I. Keep it up."

"UUHHHH."

"That's it! You got him! Reel him in."

"There's only so much you can do here. Make him take your phone number. He wants more. Don't let him pussy out on himself or you."

"He'll have to process all this before he works up the nerve to text you but he will do it. I won't leave him alone until he does."

"He'll do the processing on the toilet while his wife's asleep, dick in one hand, nipple in the other. I give him a week before he gives in and does what he really wants to do." 

That's what his nipples are telling him and me. They want more and they're not taking 'no' for an answer. 

Actually, it takes him ten days. Can I come over to his place after seven tonight?

I arrive. I let him take off his shirt and dive in. Not for long though.

"Why don't you undress. You want to jerk off don't you?"

Yes he does. He's a bit nervous but he mans up and undresses completely right in front of me as I watch, not discreetly.

He has a pretty decent body. Stocky. Light on the body hair. Average dick but dark and uncut of course. A real plus for me. Nice dark ballsac. A modest middle-age spread. Nice legs and ass - the legs and ass of a man who spends his workday in motion. I'm in lust.

He leads us to the bedroom.

"Lay down on the bed."

 I straddle him and just barely brush a nipple.

"UUUHHH"

He is horny. Good.

I tease him by gently brushing them repeatedly. They start to stiffen. To encourage that I lick, then suck, then blow on each in turn. 

They're fully hard now. I look down. His dick is starting to stiffen. He grabs it and starts to play with it. 

I pinch a nipple.

"UUUHHH!"

I do it all. Pinch them. Twist them. Pull on them. Lick them. Nibble on them. Tease them. Make them one of the centers of his universe. The other center, his dick, is in his hand and it's rock-hard now, just like his nipples. 

I look down and watch him stroke his dick. He may be straight but I can tell he likes me watching him do that. It might have been some time since anyone's taken an interest in his dick.

I can see his dilemma in his eyes. He's desperate to come but he doesn't want this to end.

Time to take it to the next stage. Nipples may not be the only thing he wanted worked but couldn't figure out how to pursue.

I reach down and stroke his upper thigh while looking into his eyes. They don't lie. He likes it. 

"UUUUHHHH!!"

He likes it a lot. I stroke the back of his thigh, all the while working one nipple with my hand and one with my mouth.

He actually raises his leg a little. The invitation has been engraved.

I reach back and fondle one asscheek, then the other.

"UUUUHHHH!!"

That's it. I take my other hand, spread his buttocks and run a finger around his hole twice. He bucks slightly with excitement. I'm sure he wants to be penetrated. Maybe he wants his hole licked too. I'm flexible. But he'll have to wait - that'll make it more exciting when it happens.

"UUUUHHHH!!!"

As I bring my hand back up I run my finger along his ballsac and up the length of his shaft.

"UUUUHHHH!!!"

I return to his nipples, really working them over while looking directly into his eyes.

He's a quivering, squirming mess. I love it. 

"UUUUUHHHH!!! UUUUUHHHHHH!!!!! UUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!"

He shoots cum everywhere. On my chest. On his. A bit on his face. As he winds down the rest ends up on his stomach. 

He's breathing hard. Sweating a bit. His dick starts to soften and the head retracts into the foreskin. forcing out a little cum. I love seeing that and don't even pretend not to watch. 

He mops up and dresses.

"Text me when you're ready. We'll go further if you want."

He knows just what I mean.

As a straight guy he'll have to process this on the toilet repeatedly before he texts me. 

Too bad he doesn't have three hands. He can't play with his dick, his hole and his nipples all at once.

I got just the thing to help him with that. Pinzas. Clothespins. I'll bring a couple next time along with a small container of lube and a small dildo - just big enough to do the job after I've fingered him into a frenzy. He may not want to get fucked but I'll bet anything he'll like that dildo massaging his prostate while I'm working his tits.

I also sense he'd surrender control of his dick and balls to me. Next time I'll bring a strip of cloth. He'll discover there's no more exciting way to surrender control than to have me tie his hands behind his back. Then I can do what I want with his dick and balls - and I want to do a lot, edging him over and over until he's absolutely desperate being one of the big ones.

I wonder where else he'd like me to take him. So many possibilities. I'll explore one next time. When I've got him worked up I'll give his ass a good slap. His face'll tell me everything I need to know. Hopefully, after he processes that, he'll want me to put him over my lap for a good spanking, giving his nice brown ass a beautiful rosy glow. After that, who knows? But that's down the road.

For next time I've got a plan. We'll have to go to my place. By the time I'm through with him the sheets will be soaked with his sweat and reek of sex. A nice gift to leave me.

Picture it: One of my hands will work the dildo on his hole and prostate while my other hand and mouth work his dick and balls. He'll be squirming, even thrashing, causing the clothespins to flail around, driving his nipples nuts and adding to the sensory overload. Just as he's about to come I'll stop. Then start again. Maybe edge him two or three times. Push him right over the edge before I bring him to a frenzied climax. ​​​​

I can hear him now: "¡Por favor Señor! ¡Por favor Señor!". "Please Sir! Please Sir!". Begging for release - which I'll give him when I want to and not a moment sooner. Besides, I like hearing him beg. Maybe I can get him to do a lot more of that in the future. He may not even realize he's saying ' Señor' and 'Sir' - he's just slipping unconsciously into the role he was born to play, becoming his true self. I love to see that.

My goal is to drive him into such a frenzy he's muttering phrases in English and Spanish, too far gone to notice which language he's using. I have a preference for Spanish but it's the passion, the desperation, the goneness that really excites me.

Just then the waitress arrives with my lunch. Fantasy time is over. José is right behind her with the tea pitcher. 

As he's pouring tea I reach for the ketchup and what do you know? The full length of the back of my finger grazes a nipple. It's a real thrill to do that right here in public, just like in my fantasy. And no doubt about it, that nipple is now noticeably more erect than the other. I actually felt it stiffen beneath his shirt. He must know I noticed that. 

"Sorry."

He smiles to accept my apology.

Are his nipples having a little talk with him right now? He does seem a bit distracted as he services other tables. Processing?

Will it go anywhere? We'll see.

Life is good for us bad boys.