Robert had never called anyone “Sir” before.
But tonight, as he stared at his phone glowing on the nightstand, he knew that word was coming. It buzzed under his skin like a current, tempting him to let go , not just of control, but of everything that had kept his curiosity on a leash.
He needed to know what it would feel like to obey.
To be told what to do.
To be used.
He called the Phone Sex Chatline and waited for the line to click.
“Hello?”
That voice. That calm, controlled gravity.
It was Scott.
Robert swallowed. “Hey. It’s me.”
There was a pause, the kind that comes with recognition and an unspoken smile.
“I was hoping it’d be you,” Scott said. “You sound different tonight.”
“I want to try something.”
Scott’s voice deepened. “What are you thinking?”
Robert’s voice trembled, but only for a second. “I want to give you control. I want you to dominate me.”
Silence. Then a low, pleased chuckle. “Are you ready to submit to me, Robert?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” Scott said. “Then from this point forward, you will call me Sir. Understood?”
Robert’s breath hitched. “Yes, Sir.”
“Strip. Everything off. I want you naked and on your knees.”
Robert obeyed instantly, pulling his shirt over his head, kicking away his jeans and underwear, then sinking to the floor beside the bed, the cool air teasing his skin.
“Naked, Sir. On my knees.”
“Touch yourself?”
“No, Sir.”
“Perfect. Keep your hands behind your back.”
Scott’s tone shifted, sharp, focused. Commanding. “Tonight, you don’t come unless I allow it. You don’t speak unless I tell you to. You’re mine, Robert. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Sir.”
“Mmm, I like hearing that,” Scott growled. “Now, crawl to the bed. Lie back. Legs open. Put one pillow under your hips. You know what to do.”
Robert followed every word. His hole was already twitching with anticipation.
“Get your lube. Wet your fingers. Don’t start until I say.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Scott’s voice was softer now, but laced with power. “I want to make this good for you, boy. I want to make you ache for my cock.”
Robert moaned. “I already do, Sir.”
“Not yet, you don’t. Spread your cheeks for me.”
He obeyed.
Scott inhaled. “Slide your first finger in. Slow. Breathe.”
Robert whimpered as he pushed in, remembering the stretch from their last call, but this time it felt deeper. More exposed. More real.
“That’s it,” Scott whispered. “You’re opening up for me. Ready to be filled.”
“Please, Sir…”
“Add a second finger. Now.”
Robert gasped. The stretch made him tremble. He was so turned on he could barely speak.
“I want to hear you beg.”
“Please, Sir. I need more. I want your cock. I want to feel you use me.”
“Stroke yourself while you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
Robert cried out, a desperate, wanton sound. His hand worked his cock while his fingers plunged deep, hips lifting, lost in submission.
“Good boy,” Scott said. “Look at you. Stroking for your Sir. Open and needy. Do you want to be used?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
“I want to be used. I want to be your hole, your toy. Please, Sir.”
Scott’s breath caught. “You’re going to come for me, Robert. Hard. On my command. Not a second before.”
Robert was shaking, his fingers moving faster, cock slick with pre-cum, whimpers falling from his lips like prayers.
“Now, Robert. Come. Come for me. Let it all out, boy.”
Robert exploded, the climax tearing through him, cock pulsing hard, cum spilling across his stomach as he cried out Scott’s name. His body convulsed, hips jerking, fingers still buried deep as the pleasure rolled through him in waves.
When it was over, he collapsed, boneless, breathless, trembling.
Scott’s voice was calm again, soothing. “Good boy. You did so well.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Robert whispered, heart pounding.
“I’m proud of you. You let go. You trusted me. That means everything.”
Robert lay there, glowing with more than just release. He felt seen. Wanted. Safe.
And free.
“I think I’m ready,” he said softly.
“For what?” Scott asked.
“To go even deeper.”