smallcockrocks
When I opened the box, the box that he had always hide away from me. What I saw inside took me a trip down into some long forgotten history.

"I want you to be waiting for me when I arrive." I said into the phone. 
"Fine." He answered. I don’t like that tone.
"Outside." I said. 
"Fine." He said. This boy needs some discipline. I must be too easy on him lately.
"Naked." I decided to up the stakes. 
"What?" He asked, astonished. 
"You heard what I said. Let’s just say that I look forward to you disobeying." I replied. I cut the line.
I drove into his driveway. He stood there, ready for me. The combination of cold and nervousness made him shrink up to an even smaller state than he is normally. I had to smile. 
"Looking good." I said, I pointedly looked up and down his body, pausing for a moment on his crotch. "Little boy." 
Despite the darkness, I can see and feel him blushing all over. He is not used to having his masculinity or his manhood questioned. But with me, those were never something he can protect.
My smile on my face fell off. Before he had a chance to react, I slapped his across the face. “Why the fuck aren’t you naked, you fucking piece of shit?” I growled.
It took him a moment to register what I was referring to. He realized that in his haste he had forgotten to take off his socks. 
He tried to say something, but I had no patience for his explanations. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards me. “I gave you explicit instructions. I want you waiting for me naked. And you clearly think it is fun to test my tolerance.” I spat in his face.
He tried to explain himself. Something about forgetting and not challenging me and crap. I didn’t bother to listen. 
"You are a fuck up." I said. "A completely useless fuck up who can’t even follow simple instructions." 
He shut up at this point. 
"Bend over." I said. 
"What?" He dared to question me again. 
"I said bend the fuck over." I grabbed his shoulders and spin him around, shoving him in the back. "A fuck up like you needs to get fucked." 
"But we are outside and people will see." He protested. This guy just don’t know when to quit. I half shoved half guided him down to all fours.
"Then they will all get a front row seat to how much of a fuck up you are." I said, not waiting for any further protest. I pulled my cock out and lined it up with his hole. Deciding to take a little bit of pity, I rolled a condom on for the slight bit of lube.
I am going in just like that. I know he isn’t ready for it. I went in rough. To his credit he steeled himself and didn’t scream. But the shakes in his body showed no doubt that he was in pain. He bit into his own knuckles to silence the screams.
It took a few minutes, but soon he was biting his hand for another reason. I can feel the change in him. 
I leaned in and whispered into his ear. “You love this don’t you? You love getting fucked.” 
He didn’t answered, afraid that if he does he won’t be able to stop him. I pulled his hand away from his face. “Answer me.” I said. 
He started to moan and bit it back in time. “Yes.” He hissed. 
"Tell me." I slapped his ass playfully. 
"I love getting fucked." He answered. 
"Attaboy." I said, patting his head and shoving his head down until he was chest down and ass up on the dirty pavement. 
I fucked his ass like that until I feel myself getting close. Then I placed my boot onto his neck, keeping his face and chest down hard against the concrete as I pounded him harder. I let out a growl and shot my load.
When I was finished with him, I pulled out. Taking off the condom, I kicked his side until he rolled over onto his back.
His face and chest were slightly red from where I had him rubbing against the concrete as I fucked him. I didn’t care. I kicked his sides until he opened his mouth wide. I took the condom and squeezed my cum out all over his face and partly into his mouth. 
Then, I dropped the used condom right into his mouth. “Chew.” I said. “Chew that thing like it’s bubble gum.” 
He looked miserable chewing on that dirty rubber. But I enjoyed seeing him so used. 
I let him chew on it for a good while. I would have slapped his face again, but I might get my hands dirty. Instead I settled for spitting on his face. 
"Go get out of my sight." I said as I stood up and headed back for my car.
He stood up and started to spit the condom out. I turned back at him and glared. 
"Did I tell you that you can take my condom out of your trash can mouth?" I asked.
He had a deer caught in the headlights look on his face. I decided to play with him more. “You are going to keep that in your mouth. In fact, go home and turn on the TV. Every half hour, with the news channel as the background, I want you to send me a photo of you with that condom still in your mouth. And you are going to keep doing that until it is 2am.” 
I know he would probably get away with taking the condom out of his mouth and only putting it in for the picture. But I didn’t care about that. The point is to remind him of the humiliating experience he had tonight.
"Oh, and since I am such a kind person, you can jerk off and cum at 2am. I want the picture with your cum on your abs and condom in your mouth."
I didn’t bother to wait for the messages. I went to sleep. When I checked my phone in the morning, his photos are sent to me as I expected. The 2am photo had him with the condom half sticking out of his mouth and far away look in his eyes. His face, chest and abs were soaked in his cum. 

It had been 2 years. He hates it. Or at least he claims he hates it. And he told me he hates it over and over for the last 2 years. I smiled to myself. In the box, there is only one thing there.
A chewed up condom.

When I opened the box, the box that he had always hide away from me. What I saw inside took me a trip down into some long forgotten history.

"I want you to be waiting for me when I arrive." I said into the phone. 

"Fine." He answered. I don’t like that tone.

"Outside." I said. 

"Fine." He said. This boy needs some discipline. I must be too easy on him lately.

"Naked." I decided to up the stakes. 

"What?" He asked, astonished. 

"You heard what I said. Let’s just say that I look forward to you disobeying." I replied. I cut the line.

I drove into his driveway. He stood there, ready for me. The combination of cold and nervousness made him shrink up to an even smaller state than he is normally. I had to smile. 

"Looking good." I said, I pointedly looked up and down his body, pausing for a moment on his crotch. "Little boy." 

Despite the darkness, I can see and feel him blushing all over. He is not used to having his masculinity or his manhood questioned. But with me, those were never something he can protect.

My smile on my face fell off. Before he had a chance to react, I slapped his across the face. “Why the fuck aren’t you naked, you fucking piece of shit?” I growled.

It took him a moment to register what I was referring to. He realized that in his haste he had forgotten to take off his socks. 

He tried to say something, but I had no patience for his explanations. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards me. “I gave you explicit instructions. I want you waiting for me naked. And you clearly think it is fun to test my tolerance.” I spat in his face.

He tried to explain himself. Something about forgetting and not challenging me and crap. I didn’t bother to listen. 

"You are a fuck up." I said. "A completely useless fuck up who can’t even follow simple instructions." 

He shut up at this point. 

"Bend over." I said. 

"What?" He dared to question me again. 

"I said bend the fuck over." I grabbed his shoulders and spin him around, shoving him in the back. "A fuck up like you needs to get fucked." 

"But we are outside and people will see." He protested. This guy just don’t know when to quit. I half shoved half guided him down to all fours.

"Then they will all get a front row seat to how much of a fuck up you are." I said, not waiting for any further protest. I pulled my cock out and lined it up with his hole. Deciding to take a little bit of pity, I rolled a condom on for the slight bit of lube.

I am going in just like that. I know he isn’t ready for it. I went in rough. To his credit he steeled himself and didn’t scream. But the shakes in his body showed no doubt that he was in pain. He bit into his own knuckles to silence the screams.

It took a few minutes, but soon he was biting his hand for another reason. I can feel the change in him. 

I leaned in and whispered into his ear. “You love this don’t you? You love getting fucked.” 

He didn’t answered, afraid that if he does he won’t be able to stop him. I pulled his hand away from his face. “Answer me.” I said. 

He started to moan and bit it back in time. “Yes.” He hissed. 

"Tell me." I slapped his ass playfully. 

"I love getting fucked." He answered. 

"Attaboy." I said, patting his head and shoving his head down until he was chest down and ass up on the dirty pavement. 

I fucked his ass like that until I feel myself getting close. Then I placed my boot onto his neck, keeping his face and chest down hard against the concrete as I pounded him harder. I let out a growl and shot my load.

When I was finished with him, I pulled out. Taking off the condom, I kicked his side until he rolled over onto his back.

His face and chest were slightly red from where I had him rubbing against the concrete as I fucked him. I didn’t care. I kicked his sides until he opened his mouth wide. I took the condom and squeezed my cum out all over his face and partly into his mouth. 

Then, I dropped the used condom right into his mouth. “Chew.” I said. “Chew that thing like it’s bubble gum.” 

He looked miserable chewing on that dirty rubber. But I enjoyed seeing him so used. 

I let him chew on it for a good while. I would have slapped his face again, but I might get my hands dirty. Instead I settled for spitting on his face. 

"Go get out of my sight." I said as I stood up and headed back for my car.

He stood up and started to spit the condom out. I turned back at him and glared. 

"Did I tell you that you can take my condom out of your trash can mouth?" I asked.

He had a deer caught in the headlights look on his face. I decided to play with him more. “You are going to keep that in your mouth. In fact, go home and turn on the TV. Every half hour, with the news channel as the background, I want you to send me a photo of you with that condom still in your mouth. And you are going to keep doing that until it is 2am.” 

I know he would probably get away with taking the condom out of his mouth and only putting it in for the picture. But I didn’t care about that. The point is to remind him of the humiliating experience he had tonight.

"Oh, and since I am such a kind person, you can jerk off and cum at 2am. I want the picture with your cum on your abs and condom in your mouth."

I didn’t bother to wait for the messages. I went to sleep. When I checked my phone in the morning, his photos are sent to me as I expected. The 2am photo had him with the condom half sticking out of his mouth and far away look in his eyes. His face, chest and abs were soaked in his cum. 

It had been 2 years. He hates it. Or at least he claims he hates it. And he told me he hates it over and over for the last 2 years. I smiled to myself. In the box, there is only one thing there.

A chewed up condom.

brazen68
They are quite alike in many ways. The way the two of them both bend down to retrieve at the same time. The way they both reached back and landed a hand right below their ass. I am sure they are probably struggling over the same thing. They wanted to touch their assholes, their puffy swollen well fucked jock holes. They wanted to survey the damage, the damage my thick cock caused them by fucking them all night and again earlier this morning. 
They are also scared. Scared that my loads, which I never given them the case to get rid of, might come dripping out and their fucked up and stretched out cum dumpster of a jock pussy cannot hold it in. 
It was fun, so much fun, to have both of them on their backs, legs wide open and up in the air. The shy looks they gave each other as I used my fingers to push their man cunts open is just so entertaining. 
And I made them hold each other’s legs up as I fucked each one. Making each of them instrumental in the taking of the other’s cherry virgin ass. 
I made them taste their first cock at the same time. Pushing their heads together until both of them stick their tongue out and make out with the head of my cock separating their lips. 
I fed both of them, at the same time, a load of my cum. Each of them learned the taste of my cum at the same time, the first taste of another cum that ever coated their tongues. 
While I would like to, I unfortunately wasn’t able to breed both their asses as the same time. I figured they deserved more than me pulling out half way to give half of my load to the other. Instead, I made it a point to fuck each of them as close together as possible so that both are used as a jock pussy within the same hour.
I am a big advocate that they shared everything. And that it is of utmost importance that they share it together.
I glanced at my phone. My phone which I knew was recording the entire time. It captured every moment of the action. They don’t know about it, but I am sure they will look back with fondness that I had documented this life changing and life defining moment for them. 
They will watch it, probably together, once I provide it to them. Kind of like a family movie featuring the two brothers.
But that have to wait. They will watch it, eventually anyway. But first. 
I am going to need it to blackmail their father.

They are quite alike in many ways. The way the two of them both bend down to retrieve at the same time. The way they both reached back and landed a hand right below their ass. I am sure they are probably struggling over the same thing. They wanted to touch their assholes, their puffy swollen well fucked jock holes. They wanted to survey the damage, the damage my thick cock caused them by fucking them all night and again earlier this morning. 

They are also scared. Scared that my loads, which I never given them the case to get rid of, might come dripping out and their fucked up and stretched out cum dumpster of a jock pussy cannot hold it in. 

It was fun, so much fun, to have both of them on their backs, legs wide open and up in the air. The shy looks they gave each other as I used my fingers to push their man cunts open is just so entertaining. 

And I made them hold each other’s legs up as I fucked each one. Making each of them instrumental in the taking of the other’s cherry virgin ass. 

I made them taste their first cock at the same time. Pushing their heads together until both of them stick their tongue out and make out with the head of my cock separating their lips. 

I fed both of them, at the same time, a load of my cum. Each of them learned the taste of my cum at the same time, the first taste of another cum that ever coated their tongues. 

While I would like to, I unfortunately wasn’t able to breed both their asses as the same time. I figured they deserved more than me pulling out half way to give half of my load to the other. Instead, I made it a point to fuck each of them as close together as possible so that both are used as a jock pussy within the same hour.

I am a big advocate that they shared everything. And that it is of utmost importance that they share it together.

I glanced at my phone. My phone which I knew was recording the entire time. It captured every moment of the action. They don’t know about it, but I am sure they will look back with fondness that I had documented this life changing and life defining moment for them. 

They will watch it, probably together, once I provide it to them. Kind of like a family movie featuring the two brothers.

But that have to wait. They will watch it, eventually anyway. But first.

I am going to need it to blackmail their father.

Anonymous asked:

you outdid yourself with the wrestling story man-sooo hot-great pic too seeing the top and the bitch-especially the look on his face-be hot if at the end you find out it is his dad doing this to him lol

A bit of creative thinking here. 

Glad you liked this one.

Anonymous asked:

always see pics of the bottoms in the stories-love to see how you picture these smaller tops. just how smaller? muscular? age? how do they compare cockwise? smaller there too? be interesting to know how you see them as well

Mostly I don’t imagine what the top looks like. Mostly because I don’t really care under most circumstances. 

If I have to put a word to it, I think average would be the answer for almost all of the questions. 

muscletits
"But I won." He said. "You promised that if I win…"
"Shhh." I cut him off. I pulled his hand in against my crotch. "I lied."
"It’s not fair." He said, turning his face away. "You said I can take the scholarship. You said I can go to college." I slowly started to roll his singlet off.
I humped my cock against his hand. “Can you feel that? That’s from watching you on that mat. That’s from watching you win. I want to treat the winner to a good time.” I said.
"Not here. Please. You promised. People will see." He protested weakly. 
"Yes. They will all see." I said. "They will see you for who you really are. They will see that despite being a champion wrestler that you real talent is when are on your knees."
I rolled most of his singlet down. His muscular chest fully exposed. I motioned with my eyes to the guy behind him. He placed his hands on those broad shoulders to steady him. Also to ensure he doesn’t run away.
I pushed the singlet lower still. Enough to let his hard cock pop out into the damp musky air of the gym. Just low enough to provide visual prove that he wants this. He craves it.
"Kneel down." I said.
He shook his head back and forth. Tears are forming in his eyes. “Please don’t. Please don’t.” He begged.
I took over. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. he first dropped to one knee, but additional pressure from my hands signalled to him that he should be on both.
"Please don’t. Not here." He begged again. 
I rubbed his head comfortingly. “Don’t think about that. Don’t look at them. It’s just me and you. Just like any other time.” I said. 
I took my cock out and placed it against his lips. He kept his mouth closed, but my insistent push of my cock against his lips eventually caused his to open his mouth slightly. 
I pushed my way into his mouth. That familiar mouth that is now trembling in a mixture of fear and nervousness. He closed his eyes. Trying to shut out the reality around him.
I wasn’t done with him yet. “Open your eyes.” I said to him. He shook his head.
"I want to see your beautiful eyes. You know I like to see them when you are sucking on my cock." I said. "Come on. Show me."
He reluctantly opened them, he stared into my eyes. He refused to look elsewhere. As childish as it is, he must be thinking that if he doesn’t look, they couldn’t see him too. 
I am not about to let him think that. I took his face in my hand and turned his head to one side. I kept my cock in his mouth and continued to fuck his face.
"See those people?" I asked, my cock still slowly fucking in and out of his mouth. "Those are your team mates. They respected your abilities to wrestle. But now, now they can never look at your face again without thinking about this. Thinking about how you are on your knees sucking on my cock." 
I turned his head the other way. “And there. Look at him. You just dominated him on the mat. But now, look at him. You know and he knows who is the real man around here.”
I pulled my cock out of his mouth. “Now thank me.” 
He didn’t. He instead let out a low wail of despair. “Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me? You said you will let me go to college if I get a scholarship. You said I can live my life.” 
"Because I don’t want to see your talents wasted." I said. "They think they know what is best for you when they offered you the scholarship. They are wrong. Your talent isn’t in wrestling. You talent is this. Your talent is in servicing a man like me."
I bend him over. He struggled a little, but my full weight above him didn’t allow him room to do much. I stabbed my cock deep into his ass. He groaned. I started to fuck him, just a nice deep fuck. The kind of fuck that I know he enjoys the most. 
The kind that makes him moan. Makes him moan like a whore.
"Bring it." I said to the loser of the wrestling match. He gleefully jumped up to prepare for the finale. 
The loser placed something on the floor before us. My jock boy was too fucked up to care. His eyes are closed and he is lost in the sensations of my cock up his ass. I heard the door open again, and I know it is time to draw this to an end.
I rubbed his head. “Look who is here.” I said to him, pulling him up while I kept fucking his ass. I coaxed him with comforting whispers and finally got him to open his eyes.
It took him a moment before he recognized who the newcomer is. “No.” He whispered when he realized that he is looking into the face of the university recruiter that offered him the scholarship.
I took that moment to fuck him hard. Just right where he is the most sensitive deep inside his ass. 
He tried. I can tell he is holding it back with everything he had. But the slut that he is shined out despite his best efforts. He started to cum. I just fucked a load out of him in front of the entire audience. His load shot hard and far, coating everything in front of him. A couple of spurts splashed onto the recruiter’s shoes.
The jock boy finally recovered and looked up. The recruiter was still there, but his face was red with fury. The recruiter took his eyes off the fucked out muscle boy for a second and looked down. The recruiter’s face turned redder if that was possible.
I smirked. The jock followed the recruiter’s gaze and saw the papers on the ground. His offer letter, his scholarship. All that is now coated and splatter with a load of his cum.
"Consider the offer voided." The recruiter said curtly before spinning around and leaving.
"No! No!" The boy screamed and tried to go after him. I wasn’t having any of that. I pinned him down and started to fuck hard and brutally. The first part of the fuck was to get him worked up for the show. Now it is my turn to get my pleasure.
I nailed him. The audience around us cheered when I got especially rough. Some of the guys are openly jerking off at the sight of me fucking their team mate up the ass.
I put on a show. Bending my jock boy into increasingly humiliating positions as I pounded his ass. I made a big display of how my hard thick rod is stretching his tight pussy open, making it gape when I pulled out and leaving it empty and twitching for more.
I rammed him hard, readying myself for the grand explosion deep inside his gut. I roared my pleasure as the entire gym cheered my conquest of this muscular jock boy. 
I pulled out of him. My huge load poured out of his opened and stretched out jock hole. The opened and puffy ass with my cum running out of it holds testament to my ownership of his body as my property.
I pulled him up and looked into his eyes. Tears falls down in rivers. His face a mess. I took his hand and raised it up, In the classic wrestling signal for victory. He did win the match after all. 
But no, this isn’t his victory. Despite the raising of his arms, the tears on his face, the bruises on his body, the load that is running out of his loose pussy and down his muscular legs are all reminders that this isn’t his victory. This is his destruction. His future, his hopes, his dreams, his reputation, his dignity are all lost on his mat. He has nothing left and I had crushed every bit of him. He will never be able to free himself of me.
At the end, this is how it should be. He is my belonging and no one will take him from me.
Victory is mine. 

"But I won." He said. "You promised that if I win…"

"Shhh." I cut him off. I pulled his hand in against my crotch. "I lied."

"It’s not fair." He said, turning his face away. "You said I can take the scholarship. You said I can go to college." I slowly started to roll his singlet off.

I humped my cock against his hand. “Can you feel that? That’s from watching you on that mat. That’s from watching you win. I want to treat the winner to a good time.” I said.

"Not here. Please. You promised. People will see." He protested weakly. 

"Yes. They will all see." I said. "They will see you for who you really are. They will see that despite being a champion wrestler that you real talent is when are on your knees."

I rolled most of his singlet down. His muscular chest fully exposed. I motioned with my eyes to the guy behind him. He placed his hands on those broad shoulders to steady him. Also to ensure he doesn’t run away.

I pushed the singlet lower still. Enough to let his hard cock pop out into the damp musky air of the gym. Just low enough to provide visual prove that he wants this. He craves it.

"Kneel down." I said.

He shook his head back and forth. Tears are forming in his eyes. “Please don’t. Please don’t.” He begged.

I took over. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. he first dropped to one knee, but additional pressure from my hands signalled to him that he should be on both.

"Please don’t. Not here." He begged again. 

I rubbed his head comfortingly. “Don’t think about that. Don’t look at them. It’s just me and you. Just like any other time.” I said. 

I took my cock out and placed it against his lips. He kept his mouth closed, but my insistent push of my cock against his lips eventually caused his to open his mouth slightly. 

I pushed my way into his mouth. That familiar mouth that is now trembling in a mixture of fear and nervousness. He closed his eyes. Trying to shut out the reality around him.

I wasn’t done with him yet. “Open your eyes.” I said to him. He shook his head.

"I want to see your beautiful eyes. You know I like to see them when you are sucking on my cock." I said. "Come on. Show me."

He reluctantly opened them, he stared into my eyes. He refused to look elsewhere. As childish as it is, he must be thinking that if he doesn’t look, they couldn’t see him too. 

I am not about to let him think that. I took his face in my hand and turned his head to one side. I kept my cock in his mouth and continued to fuck his face.

"See those people?" I asked, my cock still slowly fucking in and out of his mouth. "Those are your team mates. They respected your abilities to wrestle. But now, now they can never look at your face again without thinking about this. Thinking about how you are on your knees sucking on my cock." 

I turned his head the other way. “And there. Look at him. You just dominated him on the mat. But now, look at him. You know and he knows who is the real man around here.”

I pulled my cock out of his mouth. “Now thank me.” 

He didn’t. He instead let out a low wail of despair. “Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me? You said you will let me go to college if I get a scholarship. You said I can live my life.” 

"Because I don’t want to see your talents wasted." I said. "They think they know what is best for you when they offered you the scholarship. They are wrong. Your talent isn’t in wrestling. You talent is this. Your talent is in servicing a man like me."

I bend him over. He struggled a little, but my full weight above him didn’t allow him room to do much. I stabbed my cock deep into his ass. He groaned. I started to fuck him, just a nice deep fuck. The kind of fuck that I know he enjoys the most. 

The kind that makes him moan. Makes him moan like a whore.

"Bring it." I said to the loser of the wrestling match. He gleefully jumped up to prepare for the finale. 

The loser placed something on the floor before us. My jock boy was too fucked up to care. His eyes are closed and he is lost in the sensations of my cock up his ass. I heard the door open again, and I know it is time to draw this to an end.

I rubbed his head. “Look who is here.” I said to him, pulling him up while I kept fucking his ass. I coaxed him with comforting whispers and finally got him to open his eyes.

It took him a moment before he recognized who the newcomer is. “No.” He whispered when he realized that he is looking into the face of the university recruiter that offered him the scholarship.

I took that moment to fuck him hard. Just right where he is the most sensitive deep inside his ass. 

He tried. I can tell he is holding it back with everything he had. But the slut that he is shined out despite his best efforts. He started to cum. I just fucked a load out of him in front of the entire audience. His load shot hard and far, coating everything in front of him. A couple of spurts splashed onto the recruiter’s shoes.

The jock boy finally recovered and looked up. The recruiter was still there, but his face was red with fury. The recruiter took his eyes off the fucked out muscle boy for a second and looked down. The recruiter’s face turned redder if that was possible.

I smirked. The jock followed the recruiter’s gaze and saw the papers on the ground. His offer letter, his scholarship. All that is now coated and splatter with a load of his cum.

"Consider the offer voided." The recruiter said curtly before spinning around and leaving.

"No! No!" The boy screamed and tried to go after him. I wasn’t having any of that. I pinned him down and started to fuck hard and brutally. The first part of the fuck was to get him worked up for the show. Now it is my turn to get my pleasure.

I nailed him. The audience around us cheered when I got especially rough. Some of the guys are openly jerking off at the sight of me fucking their team mate up the ass.

I put on a show. Bending my jock boy into increasingly humiliating positions as I pounded his ass. I made a big display of how my hard thick rod is stretching his tight pussy open, making it gape when I pulled out and leaving it empty and twitching for more.

I rammed him hard, readying myself for the grand explosion deep inside his gut. I roared my pleasure as the entire gym cheered my conquest of this muscular jock boy. 

I pulled out of him. My huge load poured out of his opened and stretched out jock hole. The opened and puffy ass with my cum running out of it holds testament to my ownership of his body as my property.

I pulled him up and looked into his eyes. Tears falls down in rivers. His face a mess. I took his hand and raised it up, In the classic wrestling signal for victory. He did win the match after all. 

But no, this isn’t his victory. Despite the raising of his arms, the tears on his face, the bruises on his body, the load that is running out of his loose pussy and down his muscular legs are all reminders that this isn’t his victory. This is his destruction. His future, his hopes, his dreams, his reputation, his dignity are all lost on his mat. He has nothing left and I had crushed every bit of him. He will never be able to free himself of me.

At the end, this is how it should be. He is my belonging and no one will take him from me.

Victory is mine. 

roughtradingpost
"Why is your vest off?" I asked when I walked into find his chest bare. 
"Cum is too hard to clean off it." He said. I also noticed he was wearing knee pads. I smirked to myself. The last time I made him kneel for a full hour on concrete must have done a number to his knees. 
I snickered. Walking up to him, I pulled on his chain and raised his head to look at me. “So? Wear it proudly. It’s my cum.”
He glared at me. “I have some fucking dignity.” He hissed.
I snorted. “Dignity.” I said. I slapped him hard across the face. “Looks like you need some additional lessons.” 
I spat on his face and slapped him hard again. 
"Here’s what’s going to happen. I want you to salute. Then I want you to say that you are reporting for cocksucking duties. After that, I want to you drop to your knees and grovel. You kiss my shoe, stand up, and repeat that all over again." I said.
He looked at me. “Fuck you.” He said. Just how I expected him to answer.
"Either this or I fuck that cop pussy of yours." I said. 
Fire burned in his eyes as he looked at me. His fist kept closing and relaxing. No doubt he is holding himself back from punching me.
I kept eye contact, staring him down. He finally dropped his head. “That’s not how a salute should be used. It’s disrespectful.” He said, a last grab at something, anything.
"And I am looking to disrespect whatever you hold onto as sacred. I trample on your dignity, your values, your morals, your manhood. What are you going to do about it huh?" I slapped his face again.
He closed his eyes, unwilling to let me see the turmoil that is boiling deep inside. He calmed himself and looked at me. “How many?” He asked, finally surrendering to my power.
"Not how many. How long." I said. "And I will tell you when I feel like you had enough." 
He rose up to his feet and saluted. He paused slightly, no doubt willing his mouth to form the humiliating words he was about to say. “Sir. Reporting for cocksucking duty, Sir.”
His voice broke slightly towards the end, but he kept himself together. He knelt down and place both of his hands on the floor, lowering his head and grovelling at my feet. He leaned his head in to kiss my shoe, but I stepped back. He looked up at me, confused.
"What are you waiting for. Kiss my shoe." I said, picking up a book.
He tried to shift forward, but I snapped at him. “Crawl.”
His body shook slightly, but there is no fight in him. he crawled forward and kissed my shoe.
"One hour." I said softly.
"What?" He asked, not quite registering what I am saying.
"For the defiance you showed me earlier today and your hesitation in crawling for my shoe, you are to repeat this for one full hour." I said. 
He was about to speak, but I cut him off. “If so much a single protest comes out of your mouth, I will increase the time.” 
He saluted. He reported. He knelt, he grovelled, he kissed. He did it for one full hour.
I looked at him, at the end of the one hour. His body is tired. His spirit is broken. He is a shell of a man as I pushed him to his knees and let him work on my cock. 
I didn’t fuck his face, yet he still gagged. Tears ran out the corners of his eyes. He’s a masculine muscle cop. Macho and tough. He doesn’t cry. So he gags. He gags to hide.
But I know better. He is close. Close to having his spirit completely destroyed. And I am close. I am close to blowing my load down his throat at the sight of him so crushed.
I made him swallowed and I let him go. As I watched him walk towards the door, trying to piece himself back together into the man that he thinks he is, I smiled. 
I took him close, balanced him on the edge of being completely destroyed but not quite. I only left him broken. And I will give him time. Just enough time to recover and re-establish himself. He will make peace in his mind and come out stronger.
He will come back, once again defiant and disobedient. And I will enjoy it. Enjoy the fact that I can break him harder, degrade him further.
There is no fun with just the hollow body with a completely destroyed spirit inside. No. This. This is fun. A new experience, a new way to bring him close to the breaking point, time after time.
And he knows. He knows I toy with his body, his emotions, his spirit, his entire being every single time. He knows he is entertainment and he is nothing but a toy. He knows he can free himself of me if he gives up and ultimately surrender. He knows that if he offers up his cop pussy this would all be over. He can also run. He can hide. But he won’t.
He will not admit it. He probably doesn’t even think about it or let himself think about it. 
Because deep inside, he will keep coming back.

"Why is your vest off?" I asked when I walked into find his chest bare. 

"Cum is too hard to clean off it." He said. I also noticed he was wearing knee pads. I smirked to myself. The last time I made him kneel for a full hour on concrete must have done a number to his knees. 

I snickered. Walking up to him, I pulled on his chain and raised his head to look at me. “So? Wear it proudly. It’s my cum.”

He glared at me. “I have some fucking dignity.” He hissed.

I snorted. “Dignity.” I said. I slapped him hard across the face. “Looks like you need some additional lessons.” 

I spat on his face and slapped him hard again. 

"Here’s what’s going to happen. I want you to salute. Then I want you to say that you are reporting for cocksucking duties. After that, I want to you drop to your knees and grovel. You kiss my shoe, stand up, and repeat that all over again." I said.

He looked at me. “Fuck you.” He said. Just how I expected him to answer.

"Either this or I fuck that cop pussy of yours." I said. 

Fire burned in his eyes as he looked at me. His fist kept closing and relaxing. No doubt he is holding himself back from punching me.

I kept eye contact, staring him down. He finally dropped his head. “That’s not how a salute should be used. It’s disrespectful.” He said, a last grab at something, anything.

"And I am looking to disrespect whatever you hold onto as sacred. I trample on your dignity, your values, your morals, your manhood. What are you going to do about it huh?" I slapped his face again.

He closed his eyes, unwilling to let me see the turmoil that is boiling deep inside. He calmed himself and looked at me. “How many?” He asked, finally surrendering to my power.

"Not how many. How long." I said. "And I will tell you when I feel like you had enough." 

He rose up to his feet and saluted. He paused slightly, no doubt willing his mouth to form the humiliating words he was about to say. “Sir. Reporting for cocksucking duty, Sir.”

His voice broke slightly towards the end, but he kept himself together. He knelt down and place both of his hands on the floor, lowering his head and grovelling at my feet. He leaned his head in to kiss my shoe, but I stepped back. He looked up at me, confused.

"What are you waiting for. Kiss my shoe." I said, picking up a book.

He tried to shift forward, but I snapped at him. “Crawl.”

His body shook slightly, but there is no fight in him. he crawled forward and kissed my shoe.

"One hour." I said softly.

"What?" He asked, not quite registering what I am saying.

"For the defiance you showed me earlier today and your hesitation in crawling for my shoe, you are to repeat this for one full hour." I said. 

He was about to speak, but I cut him off. “If so much a single protest comes out of your mouth, I will increase the time.” 

He saluted. He reported. He knelt, he grovelled, he kissed. He did it for one full hour.

I looked at him, at the end of the one hour. His body is tired. His spirit is broken. He is a shell of a man as I pushed him to his knees and let him work on my cock. 

I didn’t fuck his face, yet he still gagged. Tears ran out the corners of his eyes. He’s a masculine muscle cop. Macho and tough. He doesn’t cry. So he gags. He gags to hide.

But I know better. He is close. Close to having his spirit completely destroyed. And I am close. I am close to blowing my load down his throat at the sight of him so crushed.

I made him swallowed and I let him go. As I watched him walk towards the door, trying to piece himself back together into the man that he thinks he is, I smiled. 

I took him close, balanced him on the edge of being completely destroyed but not quite. I only left him broken. And I will give him time. Just enough time to recover and re-establish himself. He will make peace in his mind and come out stronger.

He will come back, once again defiant and disobedient. And I will enjoy it. Enjoy the fact that I can break him harder, degrade him further.

There is no fun with just the hollow body with a completely destroyed spirit inside. No. This. This is fun. A new experience, a new way to bring him close to the breaking point, time after time.

And he knows. He knows I toy with his body, his emotions, his spirit, his entire being every single time. He knows he is entertainment and he is nothing but a toy. He knows he can free himself of me if he gives up and ultimately surrender. He knows that if he offers up his cop pussy this would all be over. He can also run. He can hide. But he won’t.

He will not admit it. He probably doesn’t even think about it or let himself think about it. 

Because deep inside, he will keep coming back.

gaykinkysoldier
"You are five minutes late." He said as he walked into the bathroom. "You know I don’t have much time." 
I just raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I give a damn?” I asked. “So are we doing this or not?” 
He squat down and reached for my pants. I blocked him. 
"On your knees." I said.
"The floor’s dirty." He said back with a snap.
I knocked the hat off his head. “Not the only fucking part of your uniform that would be dirty right?”
He glared at me but dropped from a squatting position down to his knees. I let him open my pants. 
There’s nothing nice about this. Fucking hook up app, time and place. In and out. Quick, dirty, sleazy. He had a hole available and I just want to get off. Fucked his mouth hole like some kind of convenient sex toy and dumped a load deep inside. 
Shake my dick a bit to get the last bit of cum out. Not caring that some of my cum landed on his hair or his shirt. I put my cock back and zipped back up. 
As I was walking to get out he called out to me. “Can I see you again?” 
He must have swallowed my cum. As he was standing up, I noticed that the knee of his pants are definitely dirty. The traces of my cum on him visible if you know what to look for. I like that view, the view of a filthy bastard that I just used.
I looked at him. “What is this? A fucking date?”
 
"I give good head. You know that." He said. "Just look me up next time."
"If I even remember who or what you are by then. Because, at the end of the day." I smirked and opened the door. 
"You are just a hole."

"You are five minutes late." He said as he walked into the bathroom. "You know I don’t have much time." 

I just raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I give a damn?” I asked. “So are we doing this or not?” 

He squat down and reached for my pants. I blocked him. 

"On your knees." I said.

"The floor’s dirty." He said back with a snap.

I knocked the hat off his head. “Not the only fucking part of your uniform that would be dirty right?”

He glared at me but dropped from a squatting position down to his knees. I let him open my pants. 

There’s nothing nice about this. Fucking hook up app, time and place. In and out. Quick, dirty, sleazy. He had a hole available and I just want to get off. Fucked his mouth hole like some kind of convenient sex toy and dumped a load deep inside. 

Shake my dick a bit to get the last bit of cum out. Not caring that some of my cum landed on his hair or his shirt. I put my cock back and zipped back up. 

As I was walking to get out he called out to me. “Can I see you again?” 

He must have swallowed my cum. As he was standing up, I noticed that the knee of his pants are definitely dirty. The traces of my cum on him visible if you know what to look for. I like that view, the view of a filthy bastard that I just used.

I looked at him. “What is this? A fucking date?”

"I give good head. You know that." He said. "Just look me up next time."

"If I even remember who or what you are by then. Because, at the end of the day." I smirked and opened the door. 

"You are just a hole."

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"Bite." I said as I hold it up to his mouth. I rolled my eyes slightly. Seriously? Flag? But I didn’t bother to comment. 
"Stay there." I said, walking back to the sofa and sitting down, turning on the TV.
I heard the door open. I looked over to the other guy that had just arrived. The younger brother, I call him. He is the actual younger brother of the guy I had standing in the corner with his hands behind his back and that stupid thing in his mouth.
"Hey dudes, are we ready to…" He never finished his greeting. He was staring at the sight before him. 
It caught him by surprise for a moment before he grinned. He walked up to my boy and slapped his shoulder. “Haha, very funny.” He said. When his older brother didn’t answer him, he shoved him slightly. “Knock it off bro. We are going to be late for the movie.” 
I grabbed his arm, hard. “Don’t go around shoving my property.” I growled at him. 
He looked a little bewildered at me. Then he looked at his brother. “Guys, seriously. This isn’t funny. Stop joking around…”
I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to me. “You think this is funny?” I reached out and slapped his older brother across the face, knocking the stupid thing out of his mouth. “Does this look like some sort of fucking joke to you?” I asked him, pulling his face so that he is inches away from where I hit his brother. 
"Hey, don’t hit him he’s…" The younger one tried to protest. The protective younger brother would be somewhat entertaining in other circumstances but this is not one of them.
I slapped the older brother again. Then I dig my grip tight onto the back of the neck of the younger brother and bend him down so he is looking at his brother’s crotch. The bitch’s cock is raising from my slaps. 
"You see that? That isn’t a fucking joke. That is your brother reacting to my abuse. That is what his body is fucking trained to do. He craves me abusing him. He needs to be humiliated. He gets turned on no matter what kind of sick shit I do to him." I sneered as I pulled little bro up again. 
"What the fuck is your problem? You guys are sick. Let me go." Little brother tried to protest as I yanked him around like some rag doll.
"You know what the fuck is my problem?" I said. "You are my fucking problem. I owned this bitch." I hissed as I turned his head so that he is looking at his older brother. "He lives here because he is my slave. He fucking serves me when I want, how I want." 
I let go of little bro’s neck and shoved him down into the sofa. “But you. You stupid little fuck decided it would be cool to run the fuck away from home and live with your brother. Just invite yourself to crash at my fucking property like you have some right to the place.”
He was trying to get up. I raised my leg and pinned him down with my foot against his chest. ”He begged me to let you stay for just a week because he feels he can talk some sense into you. Let’s just say it had been over a week and I am sick and tired of your spoiled ass.” 
I looked over at my slave boy. Still standing with his hands behind his back and staring straight ahead. “Come here boy.” I said. He came over to me. “Kneel.” I said. He knelt down. I pulled down my shorts and exposed my cock.
"Suck my cock." I said, staring down at him. He looked up at me in shock. I just smirked. He reluctantly opened his mouth and leaned his mouth towards my cock.
His little brother stared in horrified astonishment. He jumped up off the sofa, and ran for the door. “Fuck this. You two sick fucks.” He slammed the front door behind him. 
The older brother immediately jumped up. “Holy shit. Dude, what the fuck were you thinking?”
I shrugged. “That did get rid of him as we intended didn’t we?” I didn’t bother to pull my shorts up. Instead I turned the TV to a porno and started to jerk.
He looked at me for a second. “How can you be so calm about this. What if he…”
"Are you going to jerk off too or do you want to leave your cock hard for the rest of the day?" I asked him, motioning to his still hard cock.
He blushed slightly before sitting down beside me on the sofa. He was jerking it for a second before he finally cannot hold silent any longer. “I mean, what the fuck would we have done if he didn’t run away? I was so damn close to your cock man.”
I put my hand on the back of his head and turned him until his face was inches away from my face. I looked right into his eyes. “Dude. Shut the fuck up.”
Without missing a beat, I pressed down harder on his head. His face was pushed down to inches away from my cock. “You were hard the entire time I was messing with your brother.” I said. “You were hard when I was messing with you and had you in this exact same position.” At some point during my narrative, I had stood up and he was once again on his knees, the same position he was in a moment ago.
I turned his face back up to look at me. “You know what would have happened if he had stayed?” I answered my own question with an action. I brushed my hard cock against his lips, a thin string of my precum hangs in the air between his upper lip and my cock head.
"You know what would have happened if he still didn’t make a run for it?" I asked, I pressed hard against the back of his head and I pushed the head of my cock past his lips.
"If he still didn’t take the hint, this would have happened." I started to fuck my cock in and out of his face hole. He did nothing to stop me. 
I continued the fucking, a nice leisurely blow job where I alternated between pushing his head up and down my shaft or me jabbing his face with my cock. He held motionless, not sucking me but doing nothing to stop me. 
I felt myself getting close. “And for visual effects, if he is still here at this point, I would have done this.” With that, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and shot my load all over his face. My cum covered one of his eyes which he was just able to close in time, up against his eyebrows, dripping off his nose. Most of it landed on his lip, his bearded cheeks and his strong chin. A few drops found their way into his hair.
"If he is still here at that point, then we will have to move to another idea." I whispered.
"But this part is not on me. It’s on you." I said. He looked up at me with his one eye that isn’t cum covered. His cock throbbed in the air a few times. I noticed that during the process, his hands somehow found their way behind his back and he was gripping them there again.
Staring up at me and wearing a load of my cum all over his face, he opened his previously tightly closed lip and moaned. And, without any further actions from either of us, he starting shooting his load all over the floor. 
Unconsciously his tongue snaked out of his partially opened mouth and licked his lip. I watched as he took a good large drop of my cum into his mouth. The taste of it must have excited him because his cock throbbed so hard that his shot of cum splashed half way across the room.
He knelt there, his body relaxed in post orgasm bliss. I looked down at him as he slowly recovered. When he finally looked up at me again, he found me smirking. 
"I think that was enough to scare your brother away. Don’t you think?" I asked. 
"And for a first timer, that you were a pretty good…" I continued to say. He stiffened at what humiliating names that would come out of my mouth. "Actor." I finished.
He looked at me, confusion in his eyes. I started to walk away. “Don’t forget to clean up the floor.” I said over my shoulder. 
Right before I left the room, I turned back. “If you want to brush up on your acting skills, or even take this to the next act, you know where to find me.” 
Sure enough, later that night I found him naked, standing at the foot of my bed.
I walked a slow circle around him, looking over his body. A body I am about to use. I leaned into his ears from behind. “I think we should start on act two, don’t you think? Something new and exciting?” I said as I brushed my hand lightly across his asscheeks. 
He didn’t answer me directly. “We are just acting.” He stated.
"Of course. Just acting." I agreed.
He just put his hand behind his back and grabbed them together. He raised his eyes and stared straight ahead.
Just how I like him.

"Bite." I said as I hold it up to his mouth. I rolled my eyes slightly. Seriously? Flag? But I didn’t bother to comment. 

"Stay there." I said, walking back to the sofa and sitting down, turning on the TV.

I heard the door open. I looked over to the other guy that had just arrived. The younger brother, I call him. He is the actual younger brother of the guy I had standing in the corner with his hands behind his back and that stupid thing in his mouth.

"Hey dudes, are we ready to…" He never finished his greeting. He was staring at the sight before him. 

It caught him by surprise for a moment before he grinned. He walked up to my boy and slapped his shoulder. “Haha, very funny.” He said. When his older brother didn’t answer him, he shoved him slightly. “Knock it off bro. We are going to be late for the movie.” 

I grabbed his arm, hard. “Don’t go around shoving my property.” I growled at him. 

He looked a little bewildered at me. Then he looked at his brother. “Guys, seriously. This isn’t funny. Stop joking around…”

I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to me. “You think this is funny?” I reached out and slapped his older brother across the face, knocking the stupid thing out of his mouth. “Does this look like some sort of fucking joke to you?” I asked him, pulling his face so that he is inches away from where I hit his brother. 

"Hey, don’t hit him he’s…" The younger one tried to protest. The protective younger brother would be somewhat entertaining in other circumstances but this is not one of them.

I slapped the older brother again. Then I dig my grip tight onto the back of the neck of the younger brother and bend him down so he is looking at his brother’s crotch. The bitch’s cock is raising from my slaps. 

"You see that? That isn’t a fucking joke. That is your brother reacting to my abuse. That is what his body is fucking trained to do. He craves me abusing him. He needs to be humiliated. He gets turned on no matter what kind of sick shit I do to him." I sneered as I pulled little bro up again. 

"What the fuck is your problem? You guys are sick. Let me go." Little brother tried to protest as I yanked him around like some rag doll.

"You know what the fuck is my problem?" I said. "You are my fucking problem. I owned this bitch." I hissed as I turned his head so that he is looking at his older brother. "He lives here because he is my slave. He fucking serves me when I want, how I want." 

I let go of little bro’s neck and shoved him down into the sofa. “But you. You stupid little fuck decided it would be cool to run the fuck away from home and live with your brother. Just invite yourself to crash at my fucking property like you have some right to the place.”

He was trying to get up. I raised my leg and pinned him down with my foot against his chest. ”He begged me to let you stay for just a week because he feels he can talk some sense into you. Let’s just say it had been over a week and I am sick and tired of your spoiled ass.” 

I looked over at my slave boy. Still standing with his hands behind his back and staring straight ahead. “Come here boy.” I said. He came over to me. “Kneel.” I said. He knelt down. I pulled down my shorts and exposed my cock.

"Suck my cock." I said, staring down at him. He looked up at me in shock. I just smirked. He reluctantly opened his mouth and leaned his mouth towards my cock.

His little brother stared in horrified astonishment. He jumped up off the sofa, and ran for the door. “Fuck this. You two sick fucks.” He slammed the front door behind him. 

The older brother immediately jumped up. “Holy shit. Dude, what the fuck were you thinking?”

I shrugged. “That did get rid of him as we intended didn’t we?” I didn’t bother to pull my shorts up. Instead I turned the TV to a porno and started to jerk.

He looked at me for a second. “How can you be so calm about this. What if he…”

"Are you going to jerk off too or do you want to leave your cock hard for the rest of the day?" I asked him, motioning to his still hard cock.

He blushed slightly before sitting down beside me on the sofa. He was jerking it for a second before he finally cannot hold silent any longer. “I mean, what the fuck would we have done if he didn’t run away? I was so damn close to your cock man.”

I put my hand on the back of his head and turned him until his face was inches away from my face. I looked right into his eyes. “Dude. Shut the fuck up.”

Without missing a beat, I pressed down harder on his head. His face was pushed down to inches away from my cock. “You were hard the entire time I was messing with your brother.” I said. “You were hard when I was messing with you and had you in this exact same position.” At some point during my narrative, I had stood up and he was once again on his knees, the same position he was in a moment ago.

I turned his face back up to look at me. “You know what would have happened if he had stayed?” I answered my own question with an action. I brushed my hard cock against his lips, a thin string of my precum hangs in the air between his upper lip and my cock head.

"You know what would have happened if he still didn’t make a run for it?" I asked, I pressed hard against the back of his head and I pushed the head of my cock past his lips.

"If he still didn’t take the hint, this would have happened." I started to fuck my cock in and out of his face hole. He did nothing to stop me. 

I continued the fucking, a nice leisurely blow job where I alternated between pushing his head up and down my shaft or me jabbing his face with my cock. He held motionless, not sucking me but doing nothing to stop me. 

I felt myself getting close. “And for visual effects, if he is still here at this point, I would have done this.” With that, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and shot my load all over his face. My cum covered one of his eyes which he was just able to close in time, up against his eyebrows, dripping off his nose. Most of it landed on his lip, his bearded cheeks and his strong chin. A few drops found their way into his hair.

"If he is still here at that point, then we will have to move to another idea." I whispered.

"But this part is not on me. It’s on you." I said. He looked up at me with his one eye that isn’t cum covered. His cock throbbed in the air a few times. I noticed that during the process, his hands somehow found their way behind his back and he was gripping them there again.

Staring up at me and wearing a load of my cum all over his face, he opened his previously tightly closed lip and moaned. And, without any further actions from either of us, he starting shooting his load all over the floor. 

Unconsciously his tongue snaked out of his partially opened mouth and licked his lip. I watched as he took a good large drop of my cum into his mouth. The taste of it must have excited him because his cock throbbed so hard that his shot of cum splashed half way across the room.

He knelt there, his body relaxed in post orgasm bliss. I looked down at him as he slowly recovered. When he finally looked up at me again, he found me smirking. 

"I think that was enough to scare your brother away. Don’t you think?" I asked.

"And for a first timer, that you were a pretty good…" I continued to say. He stiffened at what humiliating names that would come out of my mouth. "Actor." I finished.

He looked at me, confusion in his eyes. I started to walk away. “Don’t forget to clean up the floor.” I said over my shoulder. 

Right before I left the room, I turned back. “If you want to brush up on your acting skills, or even take this to the next act, you know where to find me.” 

Sure enough, later that night I found him naked, standing at the foot of my bed.

I walked a slow circle around him, looking over his body. A body I am about to use. I leaned into his ears from behind. “I think we should start on act two, don’t you think? Something new and exciting?” I said as I brushed my hand lightly across his asscheeks. 

He didn’t answer me directly. “We are just acting.” He stated.

"Of course. Just acting." I agreed.

He just put his hand behind his back and grabbed them together. He raised his eyes and stared straight ahead.

Just how I like him.

Anonymous asked:

Would you happen to have any recommendations for other sites similar to yours that feature dom stories, especially ones where doms are usually the smaller one?

Unfortunately not much. One of the reason I started mine was because I cannot find the materials I like.

Anonymous asked:

It's true. I'm a pretty "alpha" type of guy on the surface--tall, well-built and well hung, but what I really want more than anything is a man to make me his bitch. I want the humiliation. I want to be used like the sissy pussyboy I really am.

Seriously, these are the kind of messages that I like more than others. A big muscle man confessing to me his deep need to get bitched out like the pussyboy he is. 

Anonymous or not, he knows he confessed to me what his true desires are.