It was a few weeks after my first sexual encounter with Owen. I felt weird about it at first, since he completely dominated me and used me as his sex toy. But soon I decided not to overthink it. It happened, it was hot and I trusted Owen would be discrete about it. Owen acted like nothing had happened and so did I.
Last week after soccer practice, Owen told the team at a loud voice that he'd had his ass waxed at a waxing studio. At first he was laughed at for it, but he didn't seemed to care, casually continuing explaining. Of course the girl that waxed him was hot and curvy, according to Owen. Apparently he told her flat out that he was looking to get rimmed and that it seemed only fair to him to get rid of all that hair down there. Of course she agreed that was more hygienic. Owen ended the story by saying that they exchanged phone numbers and that he was talking to her on WhatsApp, showing her picture to almost everyone. Although he really seemed to be texting her, I had the feeling this story had something to do with me.
A few days later Owen texted. "Let's hit the gym tonight?" As I had made no plans yet, I agreed.
"Did you meet that girl from the waxing salon?" I asked when we're half way down our gym routine.
"No," Owen replied. "She was just playing me. She told me from the beginning that she has a boyfriend, but I thought she wasn't serious because she gave me her number," Owen explained.
"Did you suggest a threesome?" I asked.
"Hell yeah. She said her boyfriend only wants to do a threesome with another girl," Owen replied.
"Boring," I said casually.
"Yeah," Owen said. "You know what this means right?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I need you to be my bitch again," Owen said while looking at me.
It aroused me that he called me bitch, but I didn't know what to say. So I just laughed and said nothing. Owen touched my upper leg as he was giving me instructions on how to perform the exercise. He could see now that I was aroused.
"Did you enjoy sucking my cock?" Owen asked as we entered the showers. Luckily there was no else there.
The answer was yes, but I had hard time admitting it. So I said nothing.
"We both know you loved every second of it," Owen continued.
"It was all right," I admitted.
"I remember you moaning when I dragged my balls over your nose and mouth," Owen continued. "You're a fucking cockslut, you know that?" Owen concluded. I was getting hard now and uncomfortable. Owen noticed my hard cock, but said nothing.
"Can I use some of your shower gel?" I asked to change the subject.
"Sure, its right here," Owen said, whilst pointing to the floor right next to where he was standing.
I walked over to him and squatted down to reach for the shower gel. Owen's cock was very close to my face at this moment. Owen touched his cock and I could see it grow semi-hard.
"Eyes on the price, baby," Owen said teasingly. "Eyes, on the price."
For a moment I just sat there, looking at Owen's big juicy cock, mesmerized almost.
"Do you want me to slap it at your face again?" Owen asked as he started rubbing his cock.
"No, that's all right," I said as I got up, feeling aroused and embarrassed from Owens big cock so close to my face.
"Let me clean your back," Owen said as he walked towards me. Owen applied shower gel on my back and of course took the opportunity to massage my ass. After he finished he pressed his body against mine, making sure I could feel his cock grow fully hard as he rubbed it against my bum with his hips.
"Your ass is so hot dude," Owen said with a grin on his face as he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I waited for a bit before leaving the showers, to make my boner go away.
"You wanna hit the spa again this Sunday?" Owen aksed as we left the gym.
"I am not sure Owen," I replied. "You can be so controlling. I am not sure I am into that."
"Trust me, you are," Owen said. "I'll pick you up at two."
At the spa that Sunday the sexual energy was quite intense. Owen seemed semi hard all the time and took no effort hiding it. He wanted me and everyone else to see what he was packing.
"That guy over there, with the blonde girlfriend, keeps staring at your ass," Owen said whilst we were waiting for a sauna ritual to start.
"And everybody else is looking at your cock," I replied.
"Including you, buddy. Little miss cockslut can't stop looking at my big fucking cock," Owen said with a grin on his face. Being called a cockslut by Owen made my cock grow semi hard instantly, which embarrassed me. I tried to hide it from Owen, but I am sure he noticed.
Later that day we decided to do some sunbathing and Owen spotted two lounge beds right opposite the guy and the blonde girlfriend. "Let's give him something to look at," Owen said as he insisted to apply sunscreen at my back, ass and legs. Owen took way longer than necessary, caressing, massaging and complimenting my ass. As he finished, he stood up and looked at me as I was a piece of art that he had just finished, exchanging looks with guy with the blonde girlfriend.
"That guy is so jealous I just got to play with your ass for like ten minutes." Owen whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to offer him a go at your ass?" Owed asked.
"What does that even mean?" I asked doubtful.
"Maybe, he'd like to rim your ass?" Owen said jokingly and I knew he wasn't actually gonna propose something like that.
"Now return the favor, little bitch," Owen said. My cock grew semi hard as he called me a bitch. Reluctanly I stood up to apply sunscreen on Owens back.
"Don't call me a bitch, Owen," I said.
"Make sure to make a hollow back," Owen replied, ignoring my comment. "So, our neighbour friend has a nice view of your hole." I looked briefly over my shoulder and indeed saw the guy fully focused on my ass while his girlfriend was reading a book.
