The rest of the weekend was pretty chill. I had a clean kitchen, so that was nice. I went to the gym later but was already thinking about how to turn this up. I remembered how quickly he had offered to pay for my food. He didn’t need to do that, but then he also said it gave him “pleasure”. Some of my buds at the gym have “sponsors” which according to them is really just having someone pay for their food/supplements in exchange for some private posing. I make good money and that always seemed a little seedy, but I don’t judge either. There’s def something hot about having someone in your corner…serious fans…dedicated fans… Only Fans? At any rate, I also know he was desperate to suck my cock. I’m sure having it in his hand, while amazing, was also a sort of torture. So close and yet so far. He definitely knew his way around a cock though. No question there. He was motivated and dedicated.
The next Saturday I trained early. It's just a whole lot easier to stay on the same schedule every day. Sleeping in on Saturday and Sunday just screws the pooch on Monday and Tuesday. Within 10 minutes of being there, I noticed a very hot girl (she was a girl in the best ways, early 20’s, but all American) working out not far away. I knew I had my faggot at 9:30, but this woman strutting around put an idea in my head that I could not shake…an idea that my cock liked as well if my suddenly too-tight jock strap was any indication.
I caught her eye a few times and then realized that she was actually cruising me. Women cruising is funny. It's much more flirtatious and innocent than the laser eyes of a gay man. After 5 minutes or so, I went over and talked to her. She was friendly and nice, but not in a cheerleader way. More self-confident than I would have expected based on her appearance, but still friendly. While we talked I noticed her look down at my chest several times…then my shoulders….then my arms. But in a very subtle way. Like always just before she looked away at something else…as if that was just the natural route her eyes would take to look out the window or around the room. During our 20 minutes of chatting, she gave me more than enough subtle hints that she was looking for some fun so I invited her over to my place after we finished working out. I had a situation but one of my own making and I planned to take full advantage of it. From an awkward situation to a full-on show.
She lived by the gym so we jumped in my car and drove over to my place. As soon as I got her in the front door she was on me, or really under me. She was only probably 5’8”, petit but not tiny, perfect body, but she was right there in front of me so I stooped forward and kissed her. Good kisser, not really my thing with women anymore, but we went at it a bit as I backed her up toward my bedroom. Once inside I closed the door and pulled off my shit. Nothing she didn’t already know but eyes let me know she approved. I pulled off my sneakers and hers but then acted like I forgot something and ducked out. I grabbed a Post-It from the kitchen drawer and scrawled out the following note:
I stuck it to the front door, left the door unlocked, and closed it. I went back to the bedroom to now find her totally naked. Impressive. She was just so fucking perfect and at the same time natural. Nice breasts, not crazy huge but not too small. Nice figure, but she definitely gave off a vibe. Innocence, but also self-confidence. Very hard to describe, but very intoxicating. Now keep in mind this is not my thing anymore, but she was the kind of girl that could make you question some things. Fuck if my dick wasn’t fully erect in 4 beats of my heart. She watched and smiled. I just stepped forward, climbed onto the bed, and went down on her. It was intense…hurricane tongue in every respect. She was already wet, but this was moving things along very fast.
I love the way she moaned. Not one of those tinny high high-pitched little girl moans, something deeper. Something more primal. I’m not sure she knew she was doing it—maybe it was just unconsciously coming from deep inside. I liked it and in no time I could sense she was close to orgasming. I slowed down and let things cool off a bit. I wanted that first orgasm tight around my cock, not all over my face. And so I went around on her a few more times, basically edging her. She was loving it but after 10 or 15 minutes I climbed up the bed but stayed on all fours, keeping my weight off her body.
Floating over her I asked, “Are you on the pill or do you want me to wrap it up?”
“Oh, no, you are not wrapping that up. I did the implant, more foolproof than the pill.” She said, lifting her arm and pointing to its location. “Here, feel it.”
I reached out and grabbed her arm, running my thumb around the area. It was barely noticeable and close to invisible. “Good,” I said.
Pulling back and tipping up on my knees I pushed her legs forward and teased her lips with my already drooling cock head. She liked that and let out a hearty “Oh god!”, but I was not in the mood to tease and immediately started pushing into her. “Fuck baby…you’re wet, but so tight….you sure about this?”, I teased. She looked down at my monster cock, hanging forward, thick, girthy, swollen to its full size and shape. “I’ll go slow, but you tell me if it's too much, ok?” She nodded.
So I entered her—slowly. She twisted a bit as if trying to find a way to take me more easily. With each passing inch of my cock I stretched her wider until I hit the magic point about 1/4 of the way down my cock. After that my cock slightly tapered toward the root, making it easier to accomodate. The shape is easier on an asshole, but it still worked here. After that, I kept on pushing into her, but the widest point of me was always moving deeper. Like a rat inside a snake, my fat cock was stretching her at greater and greater depths. As the rest of my shaft advanced, her walls immediately constricted back around my tool. Her moans were coming faster and deeper coupled with an intermittent higher pitched “Oh God!” or just “Ohhh…ohhhh….” and her hands flailed a bit, grabbing the sheet for leverage or traction. I kept on her until I eventually started encounter much greater resistance and stopped. With some of my cock still outside, I lowered my massive frame onto her while still carrying most of my weight on my elbows and legs. This really set her off, my muscled body pressing into hers, just hard enough. My cock buried as deep as she could take me, I kissed her neck and ears and contracted my abs to push a little deeper and it happened….all at once she was racked by an intense orgasm causing her tight little overfilled cunt to squirt hard. It was epic, her cum spraying out around the edges of my cock as it stuffed her cunt full. She shuddered but I held her tight as waves of pleasure went through her.
After it passed I lifted my head and looking into her eyes asked, “Better now?”
“Oh god yes, she replied…I…I…I’ve never…fuck….I just came.”
“Oh yeah you did, hard. Seems like you needed that.”
“Yeah, its been….yeah…I did.” She blushed.
“You ready or do you need a moment?” I asked.
“I’m ready…I…go slow.”
“Of course.”
And so I started to fuck her. Real slow, she was a bit nervous, I think uncomfortable with the wetness that was now running down her taint (or whatever it's called on a woman) and ass and into the sheets. “Oh…I…oh….please just…”
“Just what?” I asked, slowly fucking about 1 inch into her. Keeping her full and trying to stretch out her over-tight cunny. In and out…real slow…just riding on her hole…drilling her out real gently.
“Oh…god…that’s so….gooooood….I can’t….I….”, she exhaled. Again she tried to adjust herself to be more comfortable and take me more easily. “Its ok baby, I got this. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable with it before I do anything…just relax…take a deep breath.”
She took a deep breath and blew it out. I kissed her neck again and held her tight. Her breasts mashed into my hairy chest, I stroked her face a bit.
“Oh, yes…that’s…better….I….It's just so much.”
“I know, but don’t hold it against me.” I smiled. “Against you??!!”, she laughed. I started fucking a little deeper, moving about two inches now. She was loosening up, but still snug. Resizing women can be a challenge. You need to make sure you don’t go too fast….but it's not like fucking a guy which can take what seems like forever to get into. An asshole tends to be really tight at the sphincter, but then looser until you hit the second sphincter. A cunt is snug all the way up. A slightly different sensation and I was happy to bask in that and the adoration she had for me and my cock.
“Here we go….you ready for some more?” I asked.
“Yes, please…more is good.
I pulled back another inch now and then moved back in, still in slow easy strokes, just using my abs and back to rotate my pelvis and slide my cock in and out. It was hot, and she seemed to really concentrate on taking me deeper. At this moment I heard someone outside and then the door open and close. She was oblivious, her eyes clamped shut as she absorbed every sensation I was providing her. Now that my audience was here though, I had one less constraint on my speed.
“Little more now…you got this. I know you do.” I said, sounding every bit like the coach I was, as I moved another inch in and out….at this point, I was sort of at the limit of what I could do while holding her. I would need more clearance to use much more of my dick on her, but I stayed with her a bit longer, continuing to kiss her neck and talk to her softly. In the other room, I could hear the faggot starting to clean the kitchen. He was too quiet for her to hear, I was sure, but I knew he could hear us. Slowly I lifted off her….looking down at her beautiful body and insanely overstretched pussy lips surrounding my shaft. She could also see me fully now and my tight, muscled body flexing as I added another inch to my fucking.
“Oh god…yes….yes……OH GOD…YES…YES….YES…..” She bellowed, another orgasm wracking her body as she looked up at me fucking her. Her pussy quivered around my more rapidly pistoning cock. Slowly, I was extending my stroke with each thrust, working to stretch out the length of her pussy so she could take all of my dick. Once there, every stroke meant my pubes slapped into her spread wide legs, hole and clit. I picked it up again….going faster and deeper now, using almost my entire length, but making sure to never leave completely.
“Yes…fuck…so hot….look down baby.” I offered. She lifted her head and watched…just barely able to see I lifted up on each retraction so she could observe my cock (as best she could) as it pounded into her hot hole.
“Oh god…ur so big…oh fuck…ur….oh….so gooood…I…oh…” She yelled as more and more pleasure surged through her body, her pussy lips stretched around my rod.
Now I really started on her, slamming into her with some force. Not what I was capable of, but what she could take. Harder now with some serious slap on each contact. Her head was wildly thrashing back and forth as I pounded out her formerly tight, now not, cunt. She was moaning louder and louder and I knew the faggot was probably in heaven.
“Oh yeah, that’s it baby, you look so amazing. So beautiful.”
“Yes, oh yes…more…oh…ohhhhhh….OHHHHH….OHHHHHHHH!!!”
In..Out..In..Out..In..Out….I kept on it. Her pillow-cradled head was pushed up to the headboard and it was banging on the wall pretty hard. Her moans were louder now and occasionally mixed with gibberishy mumbled or shouted words of pleasure. I could see she was almost in some sort of trance state as she was just so loving every stroke of my cock. But it wasn't long-lived. Within 10 minutes I could see she was already getting there again…I looked at the clock. We’d only really been at this for about an hour and a quarter, but I was more than ready to cum and it looked like she would again at any minute. I picked up the pace even more and made sure I was thoroughly using my whole length. That was all it took for the both of us.
“Fuck….I’m…so close baby…you ready for me?”
“YES, OH…PLEASE…I’M…OH…OH, I’M…I’M…I’M…”, She groaned loudly as her whole body shuddered and eyes rolled back. I was beyond the edge now and my balls pulled up deep and hard. “Fuck, YEAH…oh baby…cummming…….…NOW!!!” I yelled. I slammed into her deep and hard. My cock expanded even larger and then, bang, began shooting wads of sticky cum deep in her already overfilled cunt. Our mixed juices started spurting out from around her lips again and onto my crotch and balls. It was an ocean. I kept on pounding her as she finished and then slowed…and slowed…and stopped. I looked down at her. My hands under her knees, I slowly released her, lowering her legs. After five or 10 seconds, I asked, “How you doing?” She just smiled, covered in sweat, then opened her eyes, and looked at me. Just as she started to talk, some random leftover electrical charge flashed across her face making it spasm in a bizarrely satisfying way. It was like her face came. I pulled out and climbed off the bed. She just laid there, legs spread wide, cunt gaping, as I grabbed my sweat pants off the chair and pulled them on, leaving my slick cock wet with juice. I went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and returned to her. She was completely spent. I sat on the side of the bed, sliding in under her right leg and pulling the left one toward me, rolling her onto her right side. I stroked her thigh and sat with her for several minutes. I wondered if she was going to want to cuddle, but luckily she did not. I guess that made sense. She seemed fairly business-oriented in the run-up to all of this mess.
She opened her eyes, “That………yes,” she sighed.
I chuckled.
“Do you want to shower?”
“If it's all right, please.”
I stood as she rotated, twisted, and sat up, her hands in her lap covering her pussy mound. She stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom holding the towel to her front loosely in one hand and her other over her dripping hole.
About 25 minutes later she emerged fully dressed in her gym clothes. She was the type of girl who likes to prepare also and had apparently put her clothes in the bathroom while I was writing the note for the door. She still was not walking correctly, but I understood.
“Want me to take you home?”
“No, that’s fine. I’ll just Uber.” I took out my phone and asked for her address.
6 minutes later I was slamming the door to the Uber as she typed her contact information into my phone.
“Let's talk soon.” She said.
“Sure. You ok? I asked, legitimately concerned for her.
“Yes, I’m just…Have you ever had a mud bath and then a deep tissue massage? It is JUST like that. I just need to lay down and bask in the glow…maybe nap for a while.”
“I get it.”
“Ok, bye for now.”
“Bye.” I watched as she drove away. Once she was gone I walked back into the house. Once in the door, I could hear the faggot hard at work in the kitchen. I walked through the dining room and into the kitchen to find him on his hands and knees cleaning the oven.
I cleared my throat.
“Good morning, Sir!”
“Faggot. How’s it going so far?”
“Its going well…but…Sir….”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Sir, that, oh my god. I just…I mean….I heard every word. I hope that’s ok.”
“It's a small house, I get it.”, I said, smirking inside at what I had half setup.
“You gave it to her good. I watched her wobble out…you must have destroyed her.”
I chuckled, “You liked hearing that, didn’t you faggot?”
“God yes. I tried to be as quiet as possible so I left the noisier bits for after you were done…with your appointment. But that only meant I could hear everything even better.”
“Smart.”
“Is there anything special you need today sir?”
“Well, as a matter of fact…”, I pulled the drawstring of my sweats and let them fall to the floor. My wet sticky cock hanging down, half chubbed and drooling a bit..
“Oh…fuck.” He swallowed hard.
“This needs to be cleaned up fuckface. Get over here and see what you can do about it.” I said, glaring at him already on his knees. He slid across the floor until he was right before me, looking at my stiffening cock.
“Oh fuck, Sir…………..is this your seed?…and her juice?”
“It is.” He shuddered a bit before opening his mouth and moving in. I caught him by the hair before he made contact. “Do a good job, no teeth. Understood?” He nodded.
“Oh Sir, more than you know.”
“Ok”
Slowly I pulled his head forward, lifting slightly by the hair so he was almost like a pendulum at the end of my arm and I dragged him, mouth wide open, onto my throbbing cock. His tongue out reaching eagerly forward to my head before his lips ever got there, but then, just a smooth, hot, wet mouth.
“There you go faggot. Finally getting to suckle on a real man’s cock. Finally getting the thing you’ve needed your whole life.” He nodded, clearly blissing-out over the cock he’d been coveting for weeks, probably longer.
“Look at me faggot!” I snarled. His eyes snapped open and he looked up over my 8-pack abs and slab chest to my eyes, which were boring down into him.
“You look me in the eye when you suck my dick, understood?”
“Yefff…” he responded.
Of course, making any person look at you while they are on their knees sucking you is just good form. Looking up straightens out the throat so you can more easily get down into it. It also establishes a connection and motivates the cocksucker while completing the circle of power between top and bottom. It also soothes a frightened cock-sucker. Eye contact helps them understand that you are there in the moment with them…even if you are having two different experiences.
So I continued sliding my dick deeper and deeper into this suck-bag. This total wuss of a human. He was in heaven though and as I glared into his soul he did his absolute best to work me down. He was still a novice and, while his technique was good, this throat was not used to this amount of cock…yet. I knew I’d have to motivate him to get him to open up, but I also knew I’d have to push his boundaries, both physical and mental. I continued sliding my cock deeper into his mouth and then down gently into the top of his throat.
“Feel that cock head, rubbing along the inside of your mouth.”
He nodded gently, incapable of speaking any longer.
“Good”, I slid back out, then forward again. “Again faggot. Feel it pushing into you?” His pleading eyes, wide open, told me how thrilled he was. How eager he was to please me. How much his sexual excitement was attached to serving me. And so we started into a rhythm. Gently innnnn….and outtttt. Giving him time to breathe between each stroke. Already he was becoming a mess with tears running down his cheeks.
“Good faggot. I know it's a lot to work with but you’ll get the hang of it.” I said as I pushed just a little deeper. His throat was opening up well and the ridges and valleys of his throat slowly massaged my head. The shape of my cock was helping us out now, its very slight turn down snaking over his tongue, through his tonsils, and into his tight throat. The veins on the surface of my cock throbbed as did the big central one running way down the top. Now and then he’d experiment a little, turning his head left or right slightly to try and find the path of least resistance, as I continued the onslaught of his face.
Innnn……..and outttttt……innnn……and outtttt…. I kept on him, holding his hair tight enough to guide him, but not pulling it aggressively. He didn’t need distraction or pain, he just needed to focus on the job in front of him…and inside of him.
I wondered about his previous experience. He was not a novice to cock-sucking, but he was not a pro either. I was glad of that. I didn’t want my beautiful cock going into some whores mouth. I respected it too much. I also knew that I’d be able to train him exactly as I wanted, and a bespoke cocksucker has a certain ring to it.
After a few minutes more I started pushing harder and faster. It was by no means anything close to skull fucking, but it was more of a challenge for him. This faggot was giving it his all though. He looked up through teary eyes (and a runny nose) and did his best to both relax his throat and suck gently to accommodate my cock. He was tight, but not to the point of making this endeavor impossible. He was also very eager. I would say on a scale of 1-10, he was at 11 in his desire. We went at it like this, not too fast, not too slow, for 10-15 minutes. Slowly he got used to my cock and my rhythm, working as best he could to learn how to respond to my thrusts.
It was time to pick up the pace now. My free hand came down to the base of my cock and I pulled him off. He looked up, bewildered.
“You like sucking that cock?” I asked, holding it just inches from his face.
“Oh yes, Sir. Very much. It's a beautiful cock, sir. I can feel every vein on your cock as you fuck my mouth, Sir.”
“Yeah, I thought so. You’re not the best cocksucker, but you will be when I’m done with you.” I said and started slapping him in the face with my rock-hard cock. He took it like a champ, looking up from his teared eyes and slightly snotty face. I spit on him for good measure.
“Oh, SIR….yes, fuck, mark your territory!”, he squealed.
I chuckled.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you faggot?”
“Yes, please.”
After that I pushed him back down onto my cock hard and fucked his face more roughly, pushing deeper and with more force. My right hand came around the back of his head and pulled him forward with enough force to show him that he was really fully in my control now, but this was all still beginner stuff.
Letting go of his hair, my other hand went to the crook of his neck. I had leverage now and put it to use shoving my cock deeper. He was now past his comfort zone and was intermittently gagging and choking, spewing up that slick snot he had used to stoke me off the previous weekend. I figured this was how he first discovered this, at the hand of some other Dom Top taking control and raping his faggot throat.
“Yeah, faggot, getting in there deep now, aren’t I?” I stepped forward with one leg and began moving my cock more vertically down this cock-suckers throat….I was starting to get into a serious rut and began to worry less about his struggles. This cock sucker was doing a first-class job and I intended to enjoy taking full control of his face, mouth, and throat for my own pleasure.
“You cock sucking faggot, that’s it….chow down on my oversized junk. You wanted this man’s cock so get down on it. Show me that you mean it. You know you love having me control you. Fucking pussy ass faggot being used like a fucking rag doll. Taking my big dick deep. ‘Ats it faggot, suck.”
At this point, he was just a mess. Blissed-out like some fucking Gooner, but instead of his cock providing pleasure it was all in his throat…and mind. I just kept on him but I wanted more from this faggot.
I stopped…my cock stuffed in his mouth, but with room at the back for him to breathe. He was really huffing at this point, after being deprived of some serious oxygen he was still catching up when I asked, “Faggot, you want me to cum in that throat?”
“He nodded and replied, “Yeff” around my cock.
I stopped moving and slowly dragged him off my cock. He looked up, still a slimy mess and gasping for air now that he had the full use of his mouth, but now also slightly sad that my cock was no longer inside of him.
“Well faggot, you need to be aware of what that would mean. If I cum in your mouth, your throat, your gullet, I own you.”
I bent forward and down, so my face was closer to his.
“Do you understand that, Faggot? Your interview process will be over. I will own your faggot ass. You will belong to me. You will be my property.”,
I rotated my arm forward and flexed my bulging bicep…right close to his face. “You’d get to spend more time near this…”, I flexed my arm, alternately bending and straightening it a few times, “but still, you need to think on it faggot. I also understand that right now, you might not be making very good decisions. If you wanna stop and take the rest of the day to think about this, I would be more than happy to provide you with that option. But if you've already decided that this is what you want”, I turned my head again and looked at my massive, bunched-up bicep, and then looked back at him, “then there's no need to prolong the decision any longer. I will go back to fucking your throat and I will dump a huge fucking load of my seed into you. Once that happens though, it's irrevocable, except by me. You would serve at my pleasure until I decide otherwise. You would only have the rights that I give you. Be assured, I would never do anything to hurt or damage you, but your life will change. Are you clear on what I am saying?”
“Yes, I…I…am sir.” He paused thoughtfully as he continued to catch his breath. Then he looked back at my arm and then up into my eyes. “This is what I want, Sir. To serve to the best of my ability. To be a part of something great, to serve you. To have my biggest goal and fantasy achieved in one perfect man.” His eyes darted to my chest, then shoulders, then back to my face. “Please, allow me to be your faggot.”
“Heh, yeah, I thought so. But don’t ever tell me I didn’t give you a chance, a way out. Get back on this cock, faggot.”
I stood looking in his eyes the whole time. Once fully standing, I paused, then nodded my head. He lunged back onto my cock with new ferocity. I was even more sensitive after my brief respite and now I wanted it all.
“Ats it faggot…take me deep.” I spoke calmly but commandingly and with enough snarl and attitude to drive him into overdrive now. “Cummon faggot…you’re paying for this, get all the way down…all…the….wayyyyyy…ddddoooowwwnnnnn…..”
His throat suddenly loosened up, like something fully clicked inside. His new admission and approval of his role in the world suddenly released something inside of him. His throat suddenly stretched and with a shudder, he took my cock all the way to the root. It was amazing. This fucking piece of shit, downing my entire nine-and-a-half inches. His eyes looking up.
“Good faggot.” I reached down and stroked his face. He was suddenly calm despite his whole throat now being completely full. “Just relax a minute and get a feel for that.” And then, “This is your place.” After another second or two of staring in his eyes, I slowly pulled my cock back up so he could breathe again. He was remarkably composed and I wondered at this moment if was a swimmer or something. His breathing was deep and hard but controlled and unpanicked. “Again.”, I said sliding my dick all the way back down his throat. Then back out and let him breathe, my cock just resting in his mouth at the completion of each cycle. “Again.”, I said again and repeated the action, the whole time holding his gaze. “Ok, here we go, you ready?”, his eyes pleading yes as I started to fuck in and out of his throat, speeding up quickly, now with total abandon…my balls were churning, prepping a massive load for my faggot’s christening. In and out, in and out, faster and faster and faster….I was a blur on this faggots face, stuffing my huge dong so deep in him I thought his eyes might pop out. “Fuck faggot, yeah, that’s it, keep on it…fuck, so close…I’m…..oh fuck faggot….”, I bellowed as I pounded out a few more deep strokes and then, “FUCK YEAH, Choke on my seed….UNGHHHHHHH!!!!” I slammed my cock deep into his throat and began dumping a massive load of cum into his throat pussy. He took it like a champ, swallowing as quick and hard as he could, filling himself with my Alpha jizz as fast as possible. After the first 5 or 6 seconds, I retracted my cock enough so he could breathe again, but my dick was still spurting cum onto his tongue and into his mouth. He savored every drop, taking my hot cum and lubing the outside of my cock with his tongue. He continued massaging and cleaning for a few minutes more as I looked down on him. His pants wet in the crotch from where he had shot his own load. I chuckled and pulled my cock from his mouth.
“Good faggot. Consider yourself owned. Understood?”
“Oh, yes….Sir”, He said between breaths.
“You know the drill, clean the house, top to bottom, sheets too, and get that mattress dry, understood?
“Yes, Sir.” He replied in a dazed voice. Still breathing heavily and licking his lips.
I walked to my room to shower.
I emerged from my room about 30 minutes later to find him back to it. I entered the kitchen. “How you feeling faggot?”
“Sir…I’m…great.”
“Yeah, I thought so. Ok, you know what you’re doing, so get it done. When you finish you can go. I’ll see you next Saturday, same time.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you sir! I serve at your pleasure.”
I stopped and looked at him. I smiled a sly smile, turned, and then walked out the door.
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