"Here." I said, handing him a drink. I poured one for myself too, just to make him more comfortable. But in all honesty I had no intention of drinking it.
"Thanks." He said, emptying the first one in just one gulp. I watched him swallow. I have to admit what I am imagining him swallowing is definitely not liquor.
I poured him another and sat down beside him on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked him.
"Yeah. Yeah I am sure." He replied after finishing the second drink.
"Good." I said. "Let’s get started."
I pulled him in closer. He hesitated a second. “Be gentle with me.” He said.
I brushed my hand across his face. “Don’t worry. I will be gentle.” I said. “As long as that is what you want.” He shuddered. “How gentle do you want me to be?”
He shivered. “I don’t know.”
"You do know." I said. "Do you want me to be gentle?" I brushed my hand across his bare chest lightly. Then I gripped his pec hard. "Or do you want me to be rough?"
"I… I…" He was stuttering.
"Don’t worry. I got you." I said to him. "Just listen and answer." I leaned in close. "Ask me to be rough on you."
"Please be rough on me." He said quietly.
"Ask me to humiliate you." I told him.
"Please…please humiliate me." He answered.
"Don’t hesitate boy. Now ask me to abuse you." I said.
"Please abuse me." He answered this time.
"Good boy. Ask me to hurt you." I said.
"Please, please hurt me." He was really nervous.
"Don’t you worry. I am going to call you names. I will slap you around like a bitch. I will pull your hair and spank your ass. I will tie you down and leave bruises all over your body." I grabbed his chin and pulled his face up until he was looking into my face. "Then I will ram my big fat cock up into your ass as brutally as I possibly can while you scream in utter agony."
I licked his neck. He moaned.
"I will leave you here in the morning feeling like you have been tortured to hell and back." I promised him.
It’s a promise I delivered.
(Source: parkermassey, via fraternityrow)
9:30 pm • 8 March 2014 • 4,269 notes
i have this pic on the net, exposing myself for you. I need to be humiliated and degraded badly by a smaller man……. Please dominate my muscles and nips….
This photo is pretty widely circulated on the internet and someone submitted it to me with words above. I have my doubts about it really being him, especially since the email that came with it is fake and bounced.
But regardless, it is a pretty good pic. One interesting thing to note is that mask. Normally, for a bodybuilder who is taking a shirtless pic, there is really no need to hide the face. Most of these guys have their shirt off constantly anyway, trying to get the attention of a top like me to take them down.
The mask suggest there is something to hide. Maybe the original intent was something shameful. Probably scared that he will be exposed for the cheap bodybuilding bitch that he is and how he begs for cock up his muscle pussy.
All built up on the outside, need to be taken down, humiliated and destroyed on the inside.
Just how I like them.
9:46 pm • 7 March 2014 • 1 note
It keeps us separate. It’s a fence. That’s what it is supposed to do.
We don’t touch. We don’t talk. That is forbidden. Not allowed.
But we can watch. We can see. And that is all we can do. We will meet there, late at night. I would nod when I arrive. He will always be waiting. He would nod back. We would stare into each other’s eyes as I lower my jeans. I would jerk off, standing right up to the fence. My cock almost, but not quite, going into one of the many holes in the fence. I would jerk slowly as he watched on hungrily.
When I get close, he would always watch closer, not wanting to miss a second of the action. He would kneel, far enough away that even my the most forceful of my load would not shoot on him. He would open his mouth, showing me where he wishes he can take my load, where he wants me to shoot. And I would let out a low growl as I shoot my load. Always aiming for that open mouth but never quite reaching it. Almost all of my load will end up on the grass between us. I back up a step.
Then he would crawl. Crawl right up to the fence. And, inevitably, there will be a few drops of my cum that got caught by the link of the fence.
He would look longingly at my dripping cock, so close but so far. Then he would lick, lick the fence of every drop of my cum. He would savour my seed in his mouth and moan as my taste fill his oral cavity. He would lap, lap like a dog still even after all my cum is long gone and would jerk off while he does it. He would keep doing it until he blows his load all over the grass below him.
Then he would leave. He will return to his house where his wife and children would be. Performing his husbandly and fatherly duties as he is supposed to do.
And he would say with a clear conscience that he kept his promise. He would never cheat on his wife. And he didn’t. Because he had never touched another human being sexually since he was married. Never had and never will.
But he would never confess his guilty pleasure of licking the fence.
(Source: perroscalientes, via butchnraunchy)
9:30 pm • 3 March 2014 • 126 notes
I was really surprised with my new pizza delivery boy. Straightly speaking most people would not be calling him a boy due to his physical attributes, but that is a side point to me.
One night, I offered him a substantially bigger tip if he was willing to pose a shirt and a pair of shorts for me. Being a little too naive, he accepted. I had fun looking at how his muscle body is literally busting out of the clothes, but damn if he didn’t look like a real cheap whore like that. I laughed about it a little while I took pictures. He was about to storm out of there a few times, but the money made him stay and I had myself some interesting photos.
I don’t order pizza often at all, but it was interesting to see, when he does deliver my pizza, how embarrassed he gets. He would grab my money or process my credit card as quickly as he can and run back to his car.
Tonight he surprised me. He asked if there was anything he can do for a bigger tip. I asked him what was wrong. It turns out he is behind in his child support payments and he won’t be able to pay this month. He knows he cannot delay any more because the last time he was late they told him that they would send him to jail.
I told him what I wanted him to do. He called me a sick fuck then turned around and left.
A couple of weeks later, I ordered pizza again. He delivered it to me. I smiled at him and said that I was surprised he is not in jail yet and can still deliver pizza. He glared at me and told me that the payment is due in a few days. I asked him how much he was short by and he hesitantly gave me a number. I took the pizza and handed him the cash and told him good luck. He stopped me from closing the door.
"I agree." He said. "The same amount that we agreed on."
"No dude." I said. "Supply and demand. Just business you know. Now you are worth less because you are desperate." I gave him a quote, the fifty bucks more than the number he is short by.
"You asshole." He growled. I shrugged and closed the door.
I heard knocking. I opened the door and asked him what he wanted. He told me he will do it. I shook my head and said that price just changed, he is only going to get exactly how much he is short.
He glared at me and was about to protest when I tried to close the door again. He struggled mentally for a split second but he knew that I would actually close the door. He agreed.
To be fair, I didn’t ask him for much. All he had to do was kneel and stay still while I rub my cock all over his face. I also smack his face with my cock a little, but at least he didn’t have to do any work. My only other condition was that I will cum in his mouth and he have to swallow.
So we did just that. There is something very humiliating about how I have him. He didn’t have to do anything, but the very fact that he is holding himself still while I rub my cock on his face is killing him deep inside. He shut his eye, trying to shut out what I am doing to him.
Having him under me is quite a sight and I know I won’t last very long. I told him to open his mouth in preparation for my load. He did, but that was when I saw it. Tears started to come out of his closed eyes and run down his face. Seeing him so used, so humiliated, so broken tipped me over the edge. I shot a load all over his tongue.
He gagged and choked. He didn’t keep his promise and he spit out my load.
When he finally calm down, I looked down at him. I told him that he broke his end of the bargain. I told him that, since he only did one of the two things I asked of him, he is only getting half the cash.
He got really pissed off and stood up to grab me. I knocked his arms off me and shoved him against the door.
"It was business. Pure and simple. There is still a way for you to earn the rest." I pointed to the ground. "I said you had to swallow it. I don’t particularly care how."
He looked back and forth from the ground to me for a while. Finally he spoke. “I can beat you up and take the money from you.”
"Great." I said. "All that trouble only to land your ass in jail for battery, and robbery. I hope you enjoy your time in jail."
He clenched and unclenched his fists. But he finally gave in and went down to his knees and started to wipe my cum up with his finger and eat it. He didn’t do that good of a job, but I didn’t press the issue.
I took out the money I promised him and started to rain them down on him one by one, counting them out in the process. He grabbed them as they rain down and hit his body and his face.
When he got the last bill he stood up and stormed out the door. I called out after him. “Good job pizza boy. If you want to earn a big tip, let me know.”
Such a whore of a pizza delivery boy.
(Source: mmasonxxx, via cornfedmusclepup)
9:30 pm • 2 March 2014 • 914 notes
I am not hurting for sluts. I mean I have one that text me every week telling me he is available and looking to service me. I have a guy that whatsapp me naked pictures of himself, showing off his worked out body and hungry asshole. I have a guy constantly leaving me emails about how much he wants to be abused and used by me.
I keep my eyes to myself. Not because there is anything wrong with fucking around, but another needy slut is really going to cause problems. I have a career that demands my time. Meanwhile, pussy boys are constantly begging me for more. The last thing I need is to add another one. My coworkers are all starting to ask if it is my phone that is buzzing non stop. I had to tell those bitches to cool it. But still my inbox overflows with their needy pathetic begging.
There is this other guy at the gym that really wants my cock. I can tell. He timed his workout to start when mine does and all that shit. I will constantly see him in the shower when I shower. Fucking obvious. But before I leave every day I would still give him a smile and a smack. Have to throw the dog a treat every so often you know? But I have to say that while I have no time to fuck him physically, fucking with him mentally is pretty fun too.
Then one day he played that dirty old trick. Yeah, that one. We are alone in the shower and he dropped the fucking soap. It’s old. Old as fuck. But I have to admit there is a reason why it is so old. His exposed ass looks absolutely inviting.
I let out a low growl before I shoved his wet and naked body out of the shower and into a storage room. Needless to say I pound his muscle pussy hard. Just like how he dreamed it would be when he subtly and not so subtly begged for it for the last 6 months. I ripped into his cunt. He was tight, but certainly won’t be that tight after I was done with him. But the entire time I was trying to punish him. God damn it my horny cock is going to create more trouble for me now and he is the fucking cause of it.
After I dropped a load in his fucked out cunt, I got the hell out of there. Maybe if I just use him like a piece of trash he would be too scared to come back. I didn’t even bother to wait for him in the lockers to give him his usual goodbye smack. He definitely got more than he deserved from me. He was given the privilege of getting fucked by me.
I was in my car and was about to drive out when my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen, hoping that it is just one of my usual boys telling me that he needed my cock.
No luck. New number. Message: Thank you for fucking me. I will be here again tomorrow at the usual time.
What the fuck is wrong with these fucking whores? I tossed my phone down onto the passenger seat and tore out of the parking lot.
Another fucking problem.
9:30 pm • 28 February 2014 • 233 notes
Good. Your eyes are on me now. See. It isn’t that hard to look me in the eyes while you rub my cock with you lips, while you lick my cock, while you be my cocksucker.
It is all part of who you are. You just need to accept it and you will realize this is what you are meant to do. That’s all.
I didn’t hit you that hard. That little bruising on your face will heal up in no time. But remember, the next time you start to look anywhere but directly at me when you worship my cock, I am going to have to hit you that much harder.
I am doing this for your own good. I am training you to be my personal cocksucker. And that’s a honour for you isn’t it. It is such a worthwhile goal to learn how to be my cocksucker.
I might have to do some additional training with you. I will most likely mess up your pretty face in the process. But the fact that you get to be my cocksucker is plenty of incentive huh?
9:31 pm • 27 February 2014 • 21 notes
I highly recommend true tops out there to try pissing into a pussy boy’s mouth.
For me, there is nothing quite like hearing some worthless piece of shit on his knees in front of me begging me for a load of my piss.
And when I piss in their mouths, it feels extra good. The knowledge that what I consider to be utter waste is so fucking valuable to that fucking retard and he is drinking it down like fucking nectar is a rush.
I also make sure that the human urinal thanks me for the honour of tasting and drinking down my piss.
Because even if it is waste, as long as it is waste from me, they fucking don’t deserve it.
(Source: timmtim, via pissndudes)
9:30 pm • 26 February 2014 • 847 notes
He constantly calls himself GI. I heard the term before of course. Most people would know GI Joe. But I finally asked him what it means one day.
He paused slightly as if forming his words. “GI stands for General Issue. Boots are GI, helmets are GI, I am fucking GI. Expendable, replaceable, disposable. That’s all I fucking am. A fucking GI.”
"If you don’t like it, why did you join?" I asked him.
"Fuck that." He said. Then he continued. "I fucking love being a GI. I like knowing that I am nothing but a number. A fucking statistic. I want them to use me. Squeeze every fucking ounce of usefulness out of me. Then fucking dispose of me. I am a fucking piece of trash that is meant to be thrown out. My only regret is that they haven’t done it yet."
I had to raise my eyebrows at that description. Some warning bells are definitely going off in my head. “Are you getting discharged soon?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Yes. Getting killed around here is too damn slow. I ask for every fucking dangerous mission and you know what the fuck happens? The fucking piece of shit that I am survives for so fucking long. Fucking hell I can’t even fucking die right.”
I paused before finally speaking. “Ok. Then what do you propose to do when you are discharged? Kill yourself?”
He laughed. “Maybe. What I really need to do is ruin my life. I just need to find a way to do it.”
I don’t have to be a psychologist to know that this guy have some major mental issues and have a case of self destruction complex like nobody’s business.
I looked at him. “You hate getting fucked by me don’t you. Some guys I use gets off on it, either they like it immediately or they get high on it and think about it afterwards. You are different. You hate it now and you hate it after, but you keep coming back because you hate it.”
"Hate it?" He asked. "No, I don’t fucking hate it. I am fucking disgusted with it. It feels so fucking painful when you fuck me dry. I feel so violated, so used when you fuck me. It is pure torture every time I have to bend over and have to beg you to fuck me. So fucking sick."
"Great." I said. "How about when you leave the military you come to me. I want a slave."
"A slave?" He asked.
"I will keep all your belongs. I will lock you up in a cage down in the cold basement and never let you see the light of day. I will fuck you when and how I please. I will torture you, whip you, spank you and beat you." I told him.
"Fuck yeah. Are you going to starve me?" He asked eagerly.
"Hell no." I said. He looked disappointed. "I need you to eat. I will have equipment down there so all you do all day is work those muscles until they hurt. You will build them up so that I can have more fun and more incentive to torture you more and more."
I looked at him. “Is that ruined enough for you? That sounds fucked up enough for you? How about I throw this into the equation. I will get bored of you, and I will replace you. I will find another new fresh GI that is equally as fucked up as you and keep him. I will still keep you in the basement. Only now you are not even worthy to be a human cumdump.”
For the first time, I think I actually see him excited about something.
"Fucking hell. That’s it." He was breathing really hard. "That’s how i need to be ruined. It’s a fucking deal."
There are so many of these fucked in the head military boys and this is one messed up bastard. I suppose this is not the most self destructive one that I have seen.
I am doing society a favour by keeping someone so dangerous like him out of the streets and in my custody. After all, I already have two in the basement. Keeping another one isn’t that much more work.
9:30 pm • 25 February 2014 • 95 notes
I like it. I like how we are so in tuned to each other that his arms automatically goes to where I want it to go before I even have to tell him.
His rock hard erection pressing against me, just like how mine is pressing against his thigh.
I parted my lips from his.
"Damn. Waterfall skinny dip? Where the fuck did you get this idea?" I asked him as I used my hands to explore his body.
He grinned at me as he kept his hands above his head, allowing me full access to his body. “Just thought it would be a fun thing to try out.”
I licked his neck and growled into his ear. “Don’t get me wrong. This is fun. But don’t you think if you planned this you should have brought some lube instead of having us both hike out here away from the car only to suggest skinny dipping in the water?”
He lowered his arms and wrapped them around me, he leaned in and licked me from my chest down to my abs before sliding his tongue up the middle ridge of my chest, ending with a kiss on my mouth. “I never said you can fuck me.”
"You fucking tease." I said, slightly breathless when our mouths separated. "Don’t fucking tempt me or I will hold you down and fuck you dry. To hell with the consequences."
He smiled and kissed me again. I pushed him away and moved back to shore, climbing up to a big stone and laid down there, my boner pointing at the sky. Soon I felt movement beside me and he joined me in the same position.
We let the sun dry us from the water. Our cocks still rock hard and pointing up.
"You think we will sunburn our cocks?" I asked him. We laughed and rolled over. This time we turned our heads so we are looking at each other.
I moved my hand towards him. He had the same idea and our hands touched half way. We both grinned and laughed. We entwined our fingers and held it in the middle.
He squeezed my hand lightly. “Thank you.”
"For what?" I said.
"Thank you for taking your time with me. I know this must be frustrating for you." He answered.
"Don’t worry about it." I smiled.
"This would have been perfect." He said. "Sorry I blew it."
I reached up and put my hand on his neck. “Hey man. Don’t say that.” Then I punched him lightly in the arm. “But you set the bar quite high. I don’t think I can top this surrounding.”
We laughed. Then we laid there in silence as the sun beat down on us. The warmth covered us both and we stayed there, enjoying the comfort of the surrounding and each other’s company.
We both sat back up. We looked at each other in the eyes for a moment before almost at the same time reach out for each other. We closed our hands around each other’s cocks and our mouths met together for a kiss. We jerked each other slowly and steadily while we moaned into each other’s mouths
This wasn’t something earth shattering, just a slow and calm climb to the top. The sun feels warm against our skin but our touch burning with a different sensation deep inside.
There was no penetration, only skin. Just two man enjoying each other in an intimate way. We helped each other towards the peak of ecstasy and tipped over together. We covered each other’s bodies with our loads. Some dripping out to coat our hands that were still on the other, milking out every drop.
There was no fucking, no sucking, no penetration and arguably minimal to no sex. Yet, we felt closer that moment that moment and better than anything else we could have done together.
And that is more than enough.
9:30 pm • 24 February 2014 • 71 notes
We were taking a break and there were a number of us gathered around. He was sitting rather low. I didn’t really pay attention to him. I was chatting with another guy. But I started to notice that a disproportionate amount of time his eyes were either at my crotch or the crotch of some other guy.
I walked up to him and he looked up at me. I asked him what he was looking at. He said nothing after a short uncomfortable silence. I told him to go to the basement storage at the station at 9 tonight.
When I arrived at 9 and closed the door behind me. He was already sitting on a box. He looked relieved to see me, but at the same time he is shifting around nervously.
I walked up to him and asked the same question from this morning. He didn’t answer this time. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so he is looking at me. I asked him again. He just shook his head.
I grabbed his hair hard and yanked him into my crotch and started to rub his face all over the front of my pants. I shamed him about what a perverted cock watcher he is, could not even keep his eyes off my crotch during work hours.
I pulled my hard cock out and asked him if he wanted to suck my cock. He eagerly nodded yes. I slapped his face and told him that he doesn’t fucking deserve it.
I grabbed hold of his hair with one hand and jerk myself with the other. I would jerk it right in front of his face and cockslap the bitch. I slapped him with my cock all over his face until traces of my precum is all over his eyebrows and nose and cheek. I fucking cockwhipped his face so hard that his cheeks are turning red.
I jerked off in front of him, not letting him suck me. When I was ready to blow, I cum all over the upper part of his face and his hair. I rubbed my cum into his skin and his hair but didn’t let a single drop near his mouth. The entire time my only contact with him was my hand on his head and my cock whipping his face. Then I jerked off all over him but he didn’t even get a taste.
I took my wet hand and slapped it on his uniform, leaving a wet handprint on his left chest. Then, using the right side of his shirt, I wiped down my hand and my cock.
I put my cock back into my pants. I slapped his head one more time for good measure and left him there.
(Source: uniformed-men, via gearstable)
9:30 pm • 23 February 2014 • 222 notes