Anonymous asked:

Will you be continuing the story with the college boy? I would love to read about all of his lessons and then his final. It was a hot read.

Many have requested for continuations. However, I generally don’t continue my stories.

Off the top of my head, people had requested continuations of the following in the recent months: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/79416100457/i-woke-up-to-the-sounds-of-someone-hurriedly

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/72617145487/i-texted-him-telling-him-i-am-coming-over-and-not

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/86955199511/why-is-it-every-time-you-drink-you-end-up-with

As you can tell, I really never did continue them. 

Too many things to write about and too little time. 

However, the real life version of the sucking lesson is essentially here: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/65909674112/http-bigggggggggggg-tumblr-com

Given the premise of lessons, I think there may be a possibility I can continue that idea at some point. However, that remains to be seen. Read on (or read back), you will probably come across something else you like.

jerk-me asked:

I personally enjoy it all. Your stories are just the hottest. I check your blog daily and am disappointed when you haven't churned out another delicious scene for me to enjoy.

Glad you liked it. 

Daily checks will for sure be too frequent. You will just have to check out the archives for some older writing. 

Anonymous asked:

Hi love the blog! Was browsing tumblr and thought I'd suggest thebiggerthebuttthebetter[.]tumblr[.]com for photo inspiration for your stories. Was also wondering what were the tumblrs you'd recommend as photo inspiration for your kind of stories/ similar story blogs about muscle guys being fucked you like?

Cool, I will check the site out. 

In terms of inspiration, I really don’t have any hard set location for pics. If you look at my reblog history, it is kind of all over the place. I just hit it as the pic comes up. I tend to check out people who reblog/liked one of my posts and if I see something from that blog that I like, I will use it. Chances are if you liked my posts, I will find something I like on your blog. Just a matter of when.

I never use the follow option on tumblr. I have my reasons which I won’t get into. I did promote a couple of sites about a week ago too. But I won’t concentrate on those.

Instead, I am going to give nods to a few that I have not yet had the chance to single out:

http://drakestories.tumblr.com/

http://topguydave.tumblr.com/

http://caesarwv.tumblr.com/

http://wellcoached.tumblr.com/

I must have missed quite a few of them in my haste to answer. But these four stood out in my mind for one reason or another so here they are.

If you have a blog like mine, drop me a line so I am reminded of you.  

wanting--the--d
I walked up to him with a cup in my hand. I handed it to him. He looked up from his place on the sofa, first making contact with my eyes then at the cup in my hand. I made a slight motion and he reached out for the drink.
"Go on, drink up." I said. "They call it liquid courage." 
He looked down into the cup and visibly relaxed a little at recognizing that it was alcohol. He took a sip.
"Drink more." I grinned. "You are going to need it." 
I sat down, looking at him silently as he drank down the dark liquid in the cup. He took his time at first, but the heat of my eyes on him made him uncomfortable and he ended up drinking the rest in a few gulps. 
He played with the cup in his hands, giving him some comfort that he had something to play with instead of having his hands free to the awkwardness and tension in the room.
"What happened to your knees?" I asked him, breaking the silence in the room. 
"Scrapped it playing basketball." He answered. 
"Does it hurt?" I followed up.
"No." He shook his head. "Just a light fall, happens all the time." 
"Good." I smirked. "You will be spending a lot of time on your knees tonight so you better be comfortable." 
He stiffened at my description. He knew this was coming but he apparently isn’t as prepared for it as he initially thought.
"Stand up and get rid of those clothes." I said. "Everything. You won’t be needing those at all this weekend." 
He stripped and stood in front of me naked, his muscular body on full display to my view. I circled him, touched and smacked him. I pulled on his nips, slapped his ass and rubbed his balls, getting reactions out of him each time. I examined him like a piece of livestock, spreading his mouth open and twisting his head this way and that to inspect his teeth. I pulled on his soft and scared cock as he shifted uncomfortably.
After I was finally satisfied with running my hands wherever I want on his body, his face was red and he is looking down onto the floor in a mixture of humiliation and perhaps rage. Rage at me for doing this to him, but also rage at himself for letting this happen.
I stood back in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “On your knees.” I said.
He slowly sunk down to his knees. I grinned to myself. He looked up in time to see the smirk on my face. He looked away in shame. I pulled his head back and tilted it up until he was once again looking at me.
"Time for your first lesson." I said, opening my pants and pulling the front down, exposing my fully hard cock.
"The first lesson is called lick it." I said. "Your job is to lick me until I cum." 
I grabbed his hair and guided him towards my cock. Right before my cock contacted with his face, he pulled back. I was having none of that. I gripped tight on his hair. I pulled his head up by my fistful of hair so hard that he got out of the kneeling position and had to raise himself to keep me from pulling his hair out. 
"Are we doing this or not?" I asked him. "I have no time to waste." I pushed down hard and his knees hit the floor again, probably bruising him up beyond the cuts he got.
"Fuck." He whispered but didn’t fight me this time as I pulled his face into my crotch. I rubbed my cock all over this face as he squeezed his eyes shut with a look of disgust on his face.
"Come on. It is not going to be over until you do what I tell you to do. Lick it." I said.
He pushed his tongue out and the tip of it came in contact with my cock. I purposely brushed my dripping cock head on his tongue, leaving a drop of my precum on the tip of his tongue. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth before he had a chance to think about what he had done. The taste of my juices must be all over his mouth. The very thought of it must have disgusted him beyond imagination and he immediately pulled back and started to gag.
"You poor muscle bastard." I said with a laugh. "Let’s start you with something easier huh?" 
I pulled his up and made him lick my chest. He was significantly better this time around. I pulled him to my armpits. This time he showed much more reluctance. He gagged and retched for a bit but was eventually able to lick both sides of my pits.
I pushed his head down and made him lick my thighs and lower abs. His head and faces brushes against my cock and he visible twitches every time. I eventually got him to lick my pubes. He gagged at the sweaty musky taste of my crotch. I just laughed and kept his head down. 
"That’s better." I said. "Now work on my balls." I pushed his resisting head down to between my legs. 
He reluctantly did. He was licking each of my balls as I guide him back and forth between the two of them. He eventually pulled away violently and started to spit, no doubt having one of my hairs stuck in his mouth. I love his look of absolute misery. 
"Do you want this to end?" I asked him with a smirk on my face. He nodded rigorously. 
I motioned to my hard and throbbing cock. “I think you know what will mark the end of the lesson, right?” 
He closed his eyes as more tears ran down his face. But knowing what he must do, he leaned in and licked my shaft. He pushed down his reflex to gag and continued to lick.
I did nothing to help him, just leaning back and enjoying the sight of him licking on my thick hard rod as he tries not to gag. He tried to suck it into his mouth at one point, but I shoved him back with my feet. 
"Remember boy, this lesson is called lick it. Don’t be such an eager cocksucker." I sneered. "You are a dicklicker, not a cocksucker. Yet."
He looked even more ashamed of himself than before as he leaned back in and started to lick again. I know his tongue and his entire face must be tired right now but I am not about to give him any mercy. This is education after all. He must learn how to please me with his tongue.
Eventually he found what works best. He found a nice long lick of the entire underside of my cock gets me the hardest. He also found that I react best to him licking the bottom of the head of my cock. He started to alternate between the two. 
"Good boy. You are learning how to be a good muscle jock dicklicker. I am proud of you." My taunting of him broke his concentration and he lost his rhythm. He had to work me back up again. I laughed.
He eventually worked me back up again, but I can tell his mouth and tongue is dead tired. I toyed with him, making noises that seem like I was close but in fact I was holding back. He eventually figured out that I can make him do this for ages. 
"Do you want me to cum?" I asked. He nodded. 
"Well, I am not really ready yet, but how about you beg me to cum and I will consider it?" I said.
He bit back a protest and hissed out. “Please cum.”
"That’s no way to beg." I said. "How about you do it sincerely? Like tell me how much you need my cum and how honored you would be as my dicklicker to lick a load out of me?" 
Despite his red puffy eyes and tears tracks on his face, he looked at me with a look of hatred. “Please cum. I need your cum.” He spat out.
"Louder." I said.
"Please I need your cum." He said louder.
"What else?" I said.
"Please honor me as your dicklicker with a load of your cum." He whispered. I know he wanted to bite his own tongue off as he said that. 
"I can’t hear you." I teased him. 
"PLEASE HONOR ME WITH A LOAD OF YOUR CUM." He shouted at me.
"Who wants a load of my cum?" I asked.
"ME. YOUR DICKLICKER. I NEED A LOAD OF YOUR CUM. PLEASE CUM." He shouted again, figuring it is better to yell it out loud than to have me keep teasing him. 
I laughed and motioned him to continue. He worked hard this time, trying to get me off so this can all end. Also to avoid any further humiliation I have in mind for him. 
I have no intention to continue further. I wanted to cum. But I timed it right when he was licking at the head and I have a clear shot to the back of his mouth. 
I started to cum. The first went deep into the back of his throat. He immediately started to choke on the unexpected shot that hit him right in the throat. I also coated his tongue with a second shot before he had a chance to react.
I laughed as he recoiled in horror. The taste of my cum thick on his tongue as he gagged on the part that shot deep into his throat. The rest of my load landed either on his face or on the floor.
After I came down from my orgasm, he was crying and sobbing again. I grinned at the sight of my cum on his face. He started to cough at the thick cum that is sticking to his throat. After he finally can breathe again, he spat again and again to get the taste out of his mouth.
I let him. Then I pulled his face so that he is looking at me with those tears filled eyes of his.
"I don’t consider this lesson over until you lick it all up." I said. He had a look of shock. Then shook his head violently, refusing to obey me. "Are you sure you want me to repeat this over and over until you learn the material properly? Do you?" 
"What’s the matter? You want to play ball don’t you? You want to keep your scholarship right? You can’t do that if you are not passing my courses." I said with a grin.
Despite his sobbing, he got down and started to lick. I made him lick everything. The part that missed his face and landed on the ground, the cum that he coughed out. Even his own spit that he spat out my load. I watched, drunk in the power of making this big tough jock cry as he lick the mixture of my cum and his tears from the dirty floor.
"That’s a good boy." I said, petting his head like he was some kind of animal. "That’s what a little muscle bitch should do. Licking up my cum and your tears from the floor so that the place can be kept clean. You are a good little muscle dicklicker."
More tears fell down his face at the humiliation of what I had made him do.
"Well, you got a passing grade for your first lesson, lick it. Next we go to the lesson called kiss it. We also got suck it, gag on it, deep throat it. After that we can move onto take it. Lastly we have a lesson called ride it. Once you finish all of that, we have a final exam where you will use everything you have learned." I told him the agenda with a sinister smile.
He shook his head back and forth, unable to hold back as sobs keep coming and tears keep falling.
"And as your coach I can’t honestly let you play if you can’t even keep basic academics up. Think about your scholarship, your education, your playing at the college level, your professional career." I said as I pushed my finger into his mouth and started to finger fuck his face.
"If you want to keep all that, you need to pass my special education. Since this is your first lesson, I will be a kind man and give you a passing grade of 50 despite the lousy job that you did. I am a kind man, right?" I asked as I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so that I can see into his crying eyes. He reluctantly nodded after seeing the menacing look on my face.
"Good. Remember that. And congratulations. You are a certified dicklicker. You can put that on your resume when you apply for a job. I will be your reference." I laughed as he looked down in shame.
"And you know the university’s rules right? To get your degree you have to get a 60 average and pass each of your courses. The same applies to my private degree that I am going to give you." His head snapped up at what I was saying. Guess he isn’t that stupid after all.
I ignored his reaction and continued. “You can either make it up during your later courses or you can do a retest of lick it. And, unlike the school, I will allow you an unlimited number of attempts at increasing your grade.” 
His shoulders fell and he started to sob again. I had to smirk at that.
"Sometimes I don’t understand why I am so good to my students." I brushed a tear off his face and fed it to him, finger fucking his sobbing face.
"I guess I must be such a noble educator. I have to do my best at shaping your future."

I walked up to him with a cup in my hand. I handed it to him. He looked up from his place on the sofa, first making contact with my eyes then at the cup in my hand. I made a slight motion and he reached out for the drink.

"Go on, drink up." I said. "They call it liquid courage." 

He looked down into the cup and visibly relaxed a little at recognizing that it was alcohol. He took a sip.

"Drink more." I grinned. "You are going to need it." 

I sat down, looking at him silently as he drank down the dark liquid in the cup. He took his time at first, but the heat of my eyes on him made him uncomfortable and he ended up drinking the rest in a few gulps. 

He played with the cup in his hands, giving him some comfort that he had something to play with instead of having his hands free to the awkwardness and tension in the room.

"What happened to your knees?" I asked him, breaking the silence in the room. 

"Scrapped it playing basketball." He answered. 

"Does it hurt?" I followed up.

"No." He shook his head. "Just a light fall, happens all the time." 

"Good." I smirked. "You will be spending a lot of time on your knees tonight so you better be comfortable." 

He stiffened at my description. He knew this was coming but he apparently isn’t as prepared for it as he initially thought.

"Stand up and get rid of those clothes." I said. "Everything. You won’t be needing those at all this weekend." 

He stripped and stood in front of me naked, his muscular body on full display to my view. I circled him, touched and smacked him. I pulled on his nips, slapped his ass and rubbed his balls, getting reactions out of him each time. I examined him like a piece of livestock, spreading his mouth open and twisting his head this way and that to inspect his teeth. I pulled on his soft and scared cock as he shifted uncomfortably.

After I was finally satisfied with running my hands wherever I want on his body, his face was red and he is looking down onto the floor in a mixture of humiliation and perhaps rage. Rage at me for doing this to him, but also rage at himself for letting this happen.

I stood back in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “On your knees.” I said.

He slowly sunk down to his knees. I grinned to myself. He looked up in time to see the smirk on my face. He looked away in shame. I pulled his head back and tilted it up until he was once again looking at me.

"Time for your first lesson." I said, opening my pants and pulling the front down, exposing my fully hard cock.

"The first lesson is called lick it." I said. "Your job is to lick me until I cum." 

I grabbed his hair and guided him towards my cock. Right before my cock contacted with his face, he pulled back. I was having none of that. I gripped tight on his hair. I pulled his head up by my fistful of hair so hard that he got out of the kneeling position and had to raise himself to keep me from pulling his hair out. 

"Are we doing this or not?" I asked him. "I have no time to waste." I pushed down hard and his knees hit the floor again, probably bruising him up beyond the cuts he got.

"Fuck." He whispered but didn’t fight me this time as I pulled his face into my crotch. I rubbed my cock all over this face as he squeezed his eyes shut with a look of disgust on his face.

"Come on. It is not going to be over until you do what I tell you to do. Lick it." I said.

He pushed his tongue out and the tip of it came in contact with my cock. I purposely brushed my dripping cock head on his tongue, leaving a drop of my precum on the tip of his tongue. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth before he had a chance to think about what he had done. The taste of my juices must be all over his mouth. The very thought of it must have disgusted him beyond imagination and he immediately pulled back and started to gag.

"You poor muscle bastard." I said with a laugh. "Let’s start you with something easier huh?" 

I pulled his up and made him lick my chest. He was significantly better this time around. I pulled him to my armpits. This time he showed much more reluctance. He gagged and retched for a bit but was eventually able to lick both sides of my pits.

I pushed his head down and made him lick my thighs and lower abs. His head and faces brushes against my cock and he visible twitches every time. I eventually got him to lick my pubes. He gagged at the sweaty musky taste of my crotch. I just laughed and kept his head down. 

"That’s better." I said. "Now work on my balls." I pushed his resisting head down to between my legs. 

He reluctantly did. He was licking each of my balls as I guide him back and forth between the two of them. He eventually pulled away violently and started to spit, no doubt having one of my hairs stuck in his mouth. I love his look of absolute misery. 

"Do you want this to end?" I asked him with a smirk on my face. He nodded rigorously. 

I motioned to my hard and throbbing cock. “I think you know what will mark the end of the lesson, right?” 

He closed his eyes as more tears ran down his face. But knowing what he must do, he leaned in and licked my shaft. He pushed down his reflex to gag and continued to lick.

I did nothing to help him, just leaning back and enjoying the sight of him licking on my thick hard rod as he tries not to gag. He tried to suck it into his mouth at one point, but I shoved him back with my feet. 

"Remember boy, this lesson is called lick it. Don’t be such an eager cocksucker." I sneered. "You are a dicklicker, not a cocksucker. Yet."

He looked even more ashamed of himself than before as he leaned back in and started to lick again. I know his tongue and his entire face must be tired right now but I am not about to give him any mercy. This is education after all. He must learn how to please me with his tongue.

Eventually he found what works best. He found a nice long lick of the entire underside of my cock gets me the hardest. He also found that I react best to him licking the bottom of the head of my cock. He started to alternate between the two. 

"Good boy. You are learning how to be a good muscle jock dicklicker. I am proud of you." My taunting of him broke his concentration and he lost his rhythm. He had to work me back up again. I laughed.

He eventually worked me back up again, but I can tell his mouth and tongue is dead tired. I toyed with him, making noises that seem like I was close but in fact I was holding back. He eventually figured out that I can make him do this for ages. 

"Do you want me to cum?" I asked. He nodded. 

"Well, I am not really ready yet, but how about you beg me to cum and I will consider it?" I said.

He bit back a protest and hissed out. “Please cum.”

"That’s no way to beg." I said. "How about you do it sincerely? Like tell me how much you need my cum and how honored you would be as my dicklicker to lick a load out of me?" 

Despite his red puffy eyes and tears tracks on his face, he looked at me with a look of hatred. “Please cum. I need your cum.” He spat out.

"Louder." I said.

"Please I need your cum." He said louder.

"What else?" I said.

"Please honor me as your dicklicker with a load of your cum." He whispered. I know he wanted to bite his own tongue off as he said that. 

"I can’t hear you." I teased him. 

"PLEASE HONOR ME WITH A LOAD OF YOUR CUM." He shouted at me.

"Who wants a load of my cum?" I asked.

"ME. YOUR DICKLICKER. I NEED A LOAD OF YOUR CUM. PLEASE CUM." He shouted again, figuring it is better to yell it out loud than to have me keep teasing him. 

I laughed and motioned him to continue. He worked hard this time, trying to get me off so this can all end. Also to avoid any further humiliation I have in mind for him. 

I have no intention to continue further. I wanted to cum. But I timed it right when he was licking at the head and I have a clear shot to the back of his mouth. 

I started to cum. The first went deep into the back of his throat. He immediately started to choke on the unexpected shot that hit him right in the throat. I also coated his tongue with a second shot before he had a chance to react.

I laughed as he recoiled in horror. The taste of my cum thick on his tongue as he gagged on the part that shot deep into his throat. The rest of my load landed either on his face or on the floor.

After I came down from my orgasm, he was crying and sobbing again. I grinned at the sight of my cum on his face. He started to cough at the thick cum that is sticking to his throat. After he finally can breathe again, he spat again and again to get the taste out of his mouth.

I let him. Then I pulled his face so that he is looking at me with those tears filled eyes of his.

"I don’t consider this lesson over until you lick it all up." I said. He had a look of shock. Then shook his head violently, refusing to obey me. "Are you sure you want me to repeat this over and over until you learn the material properly? Do you?" 

"What’s the matter? You want to play ball don’t you? You want to keep your scholarship right? You can’t do that if you are not passing my courses." I said with a grin.

Despite his sobbing, he got down and started to lick. I made him lick everything. The part that missed his face and landed on the ground, the cum that he coughed out. Even his own spit that he spat out my load. I watched, drunk in the power of making this big tough jock cry as he lick the mixture of my cum and his tears from the dirty floor.

"That’s a good boy." I said, petting his head like he was some kind of animal. "That’s what a little muscle bitch should do. Licking up my cum and your tears from the floor so that the place can be kept clean. You are a good little muscle dicklicker."

More tears fell down his face at the humiliation of what I had made him do.

"Well, you got a passing grade for your first lesson, lick it. Next we go to the lesson called kiss it. We also got suck it, gag on it, deep throat it. After that we can move onto take it. Lastly we have a lesson called ride it. Once you finish all of that, we have a final exam where you will use everything you have learned." I told him the agenda with a sinister smile.

He shook his head back and forth, unable to hold back as sobs keep coming and tears keep falling.

"And as your coach I can’t honestly let you play if you can’t even keep basic academics up. Think about your scholarship, your education, your playing at the college level, your professional career." I said as I pushed my finger into his mouth and started to finger fuck his face.

"If you want to keep all that, you need to pass my special education. Since this is your first lesson, I will be a kind man and give you a passing grade of 50 despite the lousy job that you did. I am a kind man, right?" I asked as I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so that I can see into his crying eyes. He reluctantly nodded after seeing the menacing look on my face.

"Good. Remember that. And congratulations. You are a certified dicklicker. You can put that on your resume when you apply for a job. I will be your reference." I laughed as he looked down in shame.

"And you know the university’s rules right? To get your degree you have to get a 60 average and pass each of your courses. The same applies to my private degree that I am going to give you." His head snapped up at what I was saying. Guess he isn’t that stupid after all.

I ignored his reaction and continued. “You can either make it up during your later courses or you can do a retest of lick it. And, unlike the school, I will allow you an unlimited number of attempts at increasing your grade.” 

His shoulders fell and he started to sob again. I had to smirk at that.

"Sometimes I don’t understand why I am so good to my students." I brushed a tear off his face and fed it to him, finger fucking his sobbing face.

"I guess I must be such a noble educator. I have to do my best at shaping your future."

menifindhot asked:

I will admit your blog is hot as all get out. Some of the stories dwell into areas that are bit too extreme for me at times but that's personal preference. It does always amaze me when posts such as the July 4th one crop up. They contain the control and submission theme but there is an undercurrent of genuine affection that is left out of most stories of this type. Stories like that are rare since they shatter stereotypes about dom sub dynamics that are often put out into society. Keep it up.

Glad you find some enjoyment.

Personal preferences are unavoidable. I don’t expect everyone to like everything I write even if they can tolerate my writing in general. Most people probably turn away screaming in terror if they happen upon one of my more extreme ones.

There are many faces to human nature. Just because sub dom is happening does not mean that there cannot be other feelings or emotions involved. Humans are too complex to limit to only one or two dimensions.

It is rare because people write and read these things to get off and that’s it. I write because I can. And I have never found someone who write exactly what I want to read.

As it was said, if you want it done right, do it yourself.

Anonymous asked:

ever do stories from a different characters perspective? these now are always you seems like. like if you were the coach using a player on an away game? you as the punk bro turning out his big bro so he doesnt have to jack off anymore? you as the new recruit turnin the drill sergeant into a cunt then getting him discharged or locked in the brig? fuck that would be hot

I am certain I have taken on many different characters’ perspective at one point or another. Just a quick look and I can see at least a couple of goes along the lines of what you are thinking.

Military: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/81242433240/i-opened-the-door-the-blinding-light-must-have

Coach: 

http://smalltopbig.tumblr.com/post/76384959962/disclaimer-time-if-you-have-been-around-you-know

Plenty of others that I have taken on and too numerous to name. 

Try out the archive. You are likely to find something there.

cornfedmusclepup
I opened the door and walked in, a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.
He looked up in surprise. He jumped a little, the swallow tub and water and bubbles not enough to stop him from exposing himself to my sight. 
"Dude. Occupied." He said after getting over his initial surprise.
I didn’t answer. I poured half the bottle into one glass and handed it to him. The thing was so full that a few drops spilled out the sides and into his bath water. He took it from my hands after a brief hesitation.
I poured myself a glass and set the bottle aside. I raised the glass in a silent toast and he raised his glass in kind. We drank, deeply, given how full the glass was, it was the only thing we can do. 
"That tub is way too small for you." I said, leaning myself back onto the counter and taking another sip. 
"I like the feeling of soaking in the tub, even if I am only half way in there." He said, taking another drink. "This is some good stuff. Where did you get it?" 
"Somewhere while I was walking back from work." I answered. 
"Cool." He said, not pressing further. "How was work?" 
"Busy." I answered. "Projects have a way of getting out of hand." 
He nodded. We drank the rest of the wine with some casual conversation. After we are both finish, there is a bit of awkward silence in the room. 
"Say." He said. "Why don’t you leave me be and I will dry up so you can use the bathroom? Guess you want a shower after a day of work huh?" 
I took his empty glass and placed both glasses down onto the counter. I walked up to the tub. I looked down at him. He shifted slight in discomfort at the way I am looking right into his eyes but didn’t break eye contact. 
"Let’s get to the point." I said. "When are you going to let me fuck you?"
"What? I am not like that man. I…" He started to protest. 
I cut him off. “I didn’t ask if you will let me. I asked when.”
He looked away from me. “Fuck you.” He whispered. 
I didn’t answer him. I left the bathroom. 
Outside, I walked up to a muscle guy nervously standing in the middle of the room. I picked up more than just wine on the way home. I am glad to find that he is obedient. Just like how I expected. Not many can tolerate being brought home and left standing like that. 
I walked right up to him and started to strip him. He responded likewise, unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pants. Soon, I had him bent over the coffee table, fucking his ass. He was moaning in pain, but that was expected. He loves the pain of being stretched like that. I can smell his kind from a mile off.  
The bathroom door open. He walked out in just a towel. He looked at us as I used the bottom bitch for my pleasure. I can see his eyes widen when he saw the build of the guy. The build that is so similar to his. I admit it, it was the build that attracted me to this muscle cunt when I walked past him while I was picking up wine in the first place.
He clenched the towel more tightly onto his waist. He looked at the tattooed arm of the muscle boy, another echo of his own tattoo. I looked up, and staring at him from across the room, I slowed down my fucking to draw out long pleasurable moans from my bottom muscle bitch. I made a big display of fucking that ass nice and slow then long and fast, playing that body like an instrument, getting a variety of moans of pleasure and whimpers of pain. 
I fucked a load, or maybe two, out of the muscle boy beneath me. All the time I was maintaining eye contact with him while he stands there like a deer in the headlights. His towel doing nothing to hide the fact that he is harder than a rock. I left the muscle boy all fucked out. I let him slide limp to the top of the coffee table. I pulled my cock out, wet and dripping with a combination of his muscle pussy juice and my precum. 
I walked over the room to him, backing him up until the back of his knees hit the sofa and he collapsed onto it. With a sinister smirk on my face, I waved my wet cock in front of him. I let him looked at my formidable length for a while, appreciating the fact that I had just stuff this entire thing up the ass of another human being. 
I lifted his head by his chin and smirked at his somewhat fascinated but terrified look. I gave myself a couple of jerks and I shot a load all over his muscular chest. I wet him down from the neck down, purposely avoiding his face but soaking his freshly cleaned body up otherwise. If it was even possible, I think the tent under his towel got even bigger. 
I lifted his head up so he is looking at me and I lightly brushed my fingers across his cheek, leaving a wet trail of my cum on his face. ”I am not going to force you. No, never. But you will come to me willingly.” He shivered.
"I am not like that." He answered, his voice uncertain. 
"Don’t think too hard about it." I said. "As I said before, it isn’t a matter of rather or not it will happen."
I paused and pat his cheek lightly. His cock flexed beneath his towel and I can see a large wet spot forming. With a light parting touch to his face, I stood back as he tried to recover from his unexpected but foreseeable betrayal of his own body. I smirked.
"It is just a matter of when."

I opened the door and walked in, a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.

He looked up in surprise. He jumped a little, the swallow tub and water and bubbles not enough to stop him from exposing himself to my sight. 

"Dude. Occupied." He said after getting over his initial surprise.

I didn’t answer. I poured half the bottle into one glass and handed it to him. The thing was so full that a few drops spilled out the sides and into his bath water. He took it from my hands after a brief hesitation.

I poured myself a glass and set the bottle aside. I raised the glass in a silent toast and he raised his glass in kind. We drank, deeply, given how full the glass was, it was the only thing we can do. 

"That tub is way too small for you." I said, leaning myself back onto the counter and taking another sip. 

"I like the feeling of soaking in the tub, even if I am only half way in there." He said, taking another drink. "This is some good stuff. Where did you get it?" 

"Somewhere while I was walking back from work." I answered. 

"Cool." He said, not pressing further. "How was work?" 

"Busy." I answered. "Projects have a way of getting out of hand." 

He nodded. We drank the rest of the wine with some casual conversation. After we are both finish, there is a bit of awkward silence in the room. 

"Say." He said. "Why don’t you leave me be and I will dry up so you can use the bathroom? Guess you want a shower after a day of work huh?" 

I took his empty glass and placed both glasses down onto the counter. I walked up to the tub. I looked down at him. He shifted slight in discomfort at the way I am looking right into his eyes but didn’t break eye contact. 

"Let’s get to the point." I said. "When are you going to let me fuck you?"

"What? I am not like that man. I…" He started to protest. 

I cut him off. “I didn’t ask if you will let me. I asked when.”

He looked away from me. “Fuck you.” He whispered. 

I didn’t answer him. I left the bathroom. 

Outside, I walked up to a muscle guy nervously standing in the middle of the room. I picked up more than just wine on the way home. I am glad to find that he is obedient. Just like how I expected. Not many can tolerate being brought home and left standing like that. 

I walked right up to him and started to strip him. He responded likewise, unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pants. Soon, I had him bent over the coffee table, fucking his ass. He was moaning in pain, but that was expected. He loves the pain of being stretched like that. I can smell his kind from a mile off.  

The bathroom door open. He walked out in just a towel. He looked at us as I used the bottom bitch for my pleasure. I can see his eyes widen when he saw the build of the guy. The build that is so similar to his. I admit it, it was the build that attracted me to this muscle cunt when I walked past him while I was picking up wine in the first place.

He clenched the towel more tightly onto his waist. He looked at the tattooed arm of the muscle boy, another echo of his own tattoo. I looked up, and staring at him from across the room, I slowed down my fucking to draw out long pleasurable moans from my bottom muscle bitch. I made a big display of fucking that ass nice and slow then long and fast, playing that body like an instrument, getting a variety of moans of pleasure and whimpers of pain. 

I fucked a load, or maybe two, out of the muscle boy beneath me. All the time I was maintaining eye contact with him while he stands there like a deer in the headlights. His towel doing nothing to hide the fact that he is harder than a rock. I left the muscle boy all fucked out. I let him slide limp to the top of the coffee table. I pulled my cock out, wet and dripping with a combination of his muscle pussy juice and my precum. 

I walked over the room to him, backing him up until the back of his knees hit the sofa and he collapsed onto it. With a sinister smirk on my face, I waved my wet cock in front of him. I let him looked at my formidable length for a while, appreciating the fact that I had just stuff this entire thing up the ass of another human being. 

I lifted his head by his chin and smirked at his somewhat fascinated but terrified look. I gave myself a couple of jerks and I shot a load all over his muscular chest. I wet him down from the neck down, purposely avoiding his face but soaking his freshly cleaned body up otherwise. If it was even possible, I think the tent under his towel got even bigger. 

I lifted his head up so he is looking at me and I lightly brushed my fingers across his cheek, leaving a wet trail of my cum on his face. ”I am not going to force you. No, never. But you will come to me willingly.” He shivered.

"I am not like that." He answered, his voice uncertain. 

"Don’t think too hard about it." I said. "As I said before, it isn’t a matter of rather or not it will happen."

I paused and pat his cheek lightly. His cock flexed beneath his towel and I can see a large wet spot forming. With a light parting touch to his face, I stood back as he tried to recover from his unexpected but foreseeable betrayal of his own body. I smirked.

"It is just a matter of when."

wanting--the--d
"Damn." I said. "I love looking at your muscular back."
"Please. Don’t." He said.
I ignored him and leaned my head down, licking the smooth skin stretched tight over his bulging muscles. 
"Please. Stop." He tried again. I once again ignored him as I slipped my hand lower down his body.
"No." He whispered. "No." His voice was choked up. Not a sound that you would expect such a big huge bodybuilder to make.
"Shhhh." I pushed on his back until he is bent over onto a bench. "Be quiet."
"Please no. Please don’t fuck me." He sobbed.
I rubbed my hands across those big muscular glutes of his. So fucking solid.
"You can’t stop me now man." I said. "No, that is not allowed. You bent over, showing me that bodybuilder pussy of yours, getting me all hot and bothered. You can’t just say no now. That’s fucking teasing people. And that’s fucked up."
"No. No." He moaned as my fingers brushes against his hole.
"You can’t honestly dress like that to the gym and show off that cock hungry cunt of yours without expecting to be fucked like the whore you are. You teased me all night and I think it is time you open your muscle pussy up and let me have some fun." I told him. 
His protests mean nothing to me. I pulled down his spandex workout pants and aimed for his hole.
He closed his eyes, tears started to run out of his closed eyelids. I licked up a salty tear and spat it right back on his face. With a short laugh, I started to fuck him. He started to whimper at my rough entry, but quickly caught himself and bit back the rest of it, trying to preserve whatever non-existent dignity he had left.
I can see his little steroid shrunken dicklet getting hard between his legs. He tried to shield it with his hands, but I pulled his hand away. “Don’t be ashamed.” I said. “I know it is small and tiny. And you should be happy it is all hard. Because it proves that you are more than a whore. A whore gets fucked for money. You are not a whore. You are a slut. You get fucked because you need it. You are a cock hungry cum needy muscle bitch.”
With that, I started to use my skills on him. I had manipulated his body so many times before that I know the in and outs of it better than he even knows himself. I fucked his right at his prostate and I can feel him throbbing from the inside. 
"Your pussy is so damn wet man. It needs cock. There’s no doubt about it. And it turns you on right? Getting fucked up your muscle pussy like a bitch in heat. Yeah. You know you want it. Cum for me boy. I am going to fuck a load out of you and prove to you once and for all how much your body needs my cock. There you go. That’s a good boy. Your cock is throbbing hard now. It’s happening, isn’t it? You are going to get a load fucked out of you. Yeah. Come on. Yeah. That’s my boy. Watch you shoot that load. All over your own fucking chest. Getting it all fucked out of you. Yeah, what a fucking little cockslut you are." I fucked harder seeing his display of cum gushing out of his little cock high into the air.
I can feel myself getting close. “Fuck yeah! Now take it. Take my fucking load. Giving you exactly what you wish for every waking moment. Giving you my thick white load up your guts so you can carry it with you all fucking day. Hell yeah!”
After filling his hungry pussy with my load, I stepped back, admiring the view of this muscular bodybuilder completely reduced to a convenient cum dump.
I pulled out my wallet. “Don’t worry. As much as it was me doing you a favor and satisfying your deep cum lust, I know that I have to pay when I fuck a whore.” I pulled out five dollars. “Here’s way more than you are fucking worth. But I am a kind man so I don’t expect you to make change.” 
I let the bill drift out of my hand and down onto his tears soaked face. 
I left the room with the background sounds of his broken, humiliated and dehumanized sobs. 
God damn music to my ears.

"Damn." I said. "I love looking at your muscular back."

"Please. Don’t." He said.

I ignored him and leaned my head down, licking the smooth skin stretched tight over his bulging muscles. 

"Please. Stop." He tried again. I once again ignored him as I slipped my hand lower down his body.

"No." He whispered. "No." His voice was choked up. Not a sound that you would expect such a big huge bodybuilder to make.

"Shhhh." I pushed on his back until he is bent over onto a bench. "Be quiet."

"Please no. Please don’t fuck me." He sobbed.

I rubbed my hands across those big muscular glutes of his. So fucking solid.

"You can’t stop me now man." I said. "No, that is not allowed. You bent over, showing me that bodybuilder pussy of yours, getting me all hot and bothered. You can’t just say no now. That’s fucking teasing people. And that’s fucked up."

"No. No." He moaned as my fingers brushes against his hole.

"You can’t honestly dress like that to the gym and show off that cock hungry cunt of yours without expecting to be fucked like the whore you are. You teased me all night and I think it is time you open your muscle pussy up and let me have some fun." I told him. 

His protests mean nothing to me. I pulled down his spandex workout pants and aimed for his hole.

He closed his eyes, tears started to run out of his closed eyelids. I licked up a salty tear and spat it right back on his face. With a short laugh, I started to fuck him. He started to whimper at my rough entry, but quickly caught himself and bit back the rest of it, trying to preserve whatever non-existent dignity he had left.

I can see his little steroid shrunken dicklet getting hard between his legs. He tried to shield it with his hands, but I pulled his hand away. “Don’t be ashamed.” I said. “I know it is small and tiny. And you should be happy it is all hard. Because it proves that you are more than a whore. A whore gets fucked for money. You are not a whore. You are a slut. You get fucked because you need it. You are a cock hungry cum needy muscle bitch.”

With that, I started to use my skills on him. I had manipulated his body so many times before that I know the in and outs of it better than he even knows himself. I fucked his right at his prostate and I can feel him throbbing from the inside. 

"Your pussy is so damn wet man. It needs cock. There’s no doubt about it. And it turns you on right? Getting fucked up your muscle pussy like a bitch in heat. Yeah. You know you want it. Cum for me boy. I am going to fuck a load out of you and prove to you once and for all how much your body needs my cock. There you go. That’s a good boy. Your cock is throbbing hard now. It’s happening, isn’t it? You are going to get a load fucked out of you. Yeah. Come on. Yeah. That’s my boy. Watch you shoot that load. All over your own fucking chest. Getting it all fucked out of you. Yeah, what a fucking little cockslut you are." I fucked harder seeing his display of cum gushing out of his little cock high into the air.

I can feel myself getting close. “Fuck yeah! Now take it. Take my fucking load. Giving you exactly what you wish for every waking moment. Giving you my thick white load up your guts so you can carry it with you all fucking day. Hell yeah!”

After filling his hungry pussy with my load, I stepped back, admiring the view of this muscular bodybuilder completely reduced to a convenient cum dump.

I pulled out my wallet. “Don’t worry. As much as it was me doing you a favor and satisfying your deep cum lust, I know that I have to pay when I fuck a whore.” I pulled out five dollars. “Here’s way more than you are fucking worth. But I am a kind man so I don’t expect you to make change.” 

I let the bill drift out of my hand and down onto his tears soaked face. 

I left the room with the background sounds of his broken, humiliated and dehumanized sobs. 

God damn music to my ears.

Anonymous asked:

awesome 4th of july story man-your very masculine softer side always seems to both catch me off guard and leave me impressed with you and your writing.

Glad you liked it.

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