satanslaveworld
Back alley, eight guys, gang like appearances. I don’t think there are many scenarios that are worst to be in for a normal well dressed businessman. The situation right now is exactly what I walked right into. All fits except for one exception. Normal. 
I walked right up to the leader and looked him up and down. The first words out of my mouth would probably shock and offend most people. “That shirt makes you look like a bitch in heat.” I said to him. 
The other guys slowly surrounded me. The leader leaned towards me, his chain separated from his chest and dangled before me. I reached a hand up and grabbed it. I pulled on it with a light tug, pulled him down until his eyes are levelled with mine.
Staring into his eyes with a smirked, I said. “On a closer look, you look like a cocksucker.” 
I kept my eyes on him, but his eyes, while still keeping contact with my eyes, started to go lower and lower. Finally he is on his knees, kneeling in front of me, his head pulled back due to the grip I have on his chain. 
I let go of his chain. He kept his head back to look into my eyes. I pushed the front of my pants down. My hard cock flopped out into the cool air. “Suck it.” I said.
He didn’t answer, instead he lowered his eyes, breaking eye contact and set his eyes on my cock. With very little hesitation, he opened his mouth and took the head of my cock into his mouth. 
I heard a gasp beside me. I ignored it. Instead, I put my hand on the back of my cocksucking gang leader’s head and pulled him in, burying my cock down deep in his throat. He choked slightly, but he didn’t pull off or defend himself. I started to fuck his face while he tried his best to pleasure me with his lips and tongue. 
When he couldn’t take me deep enough, I pulled out and whipped my cock full across his face a few times. “Go on. You can be a better fucking cocksucker than that.” I said. 
He went back down on my cock with renewed vigor. It was then that I heard this commotion beside me. One of the guys is acting out, waving his hands about and screaming and yelling some stuff about sick fucks and perverts and things to that effect. The noise fucking pisses me off. I pushed the cocksucker off me. 
I frowned. Before I had a chance to act further, the leader, who a moment ago was still completely involved in being my cocksucker, jumped to his feet. He grabbed the little idiot by his shirt and slammed his body into the wall. 
The leader’s face was red with rage, which is actually quite comical from my point of view given that his face is red with spit and my precum. But the look on his face is no laughing matter. Holding the punk pinned against the wall with one arm, he ripped the bandanna off the punk’s face. 
"You think you ran away from home and joined a gang you are tough shit? You are nothing but a spoiled useless brat." The leader held up the bandanna and shoved it into the punk’s mouth. "I fucking told you to get one with white stitching, not this sissy ass purple shit that you fucking got in your face, you fucking retard." He ended that statement with a slap to the punk’s face. 
He wasn’t done yet. He grabbed the front of the punk’s tank top and ripped it, holding it up to his face. “And what the fuck is this huh? Are you fucking stupid? Can you not see the fucking colors we wear around here? Or are you fucking colour-blind? What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is your fucking problem huh?” He yelled as he picked the punk up by his shoulders and slammed him a few times into the wall. The punk slide down the wall into a heap at his feet. 
I walked up behind him and shoved him slightly. He placed his hands against the wall. I reached down and pulled down his pants. USing nothing but just a little bit of spit, I rammed right into his ass. 
"God damn it." I said. "I love fucking you when you are all raged out like this." I pounded hard. This man needs no mercy. 
"Big tough gang boss likes that don’t you? All muscles and rage on the outside. Nothing but a dripping wet cunt pussy on the inside right? That’s what you want? Getting fucked like some cheap whore?" I slammed in hard, pulling out completely before slamming back in again.
"Yeah." He grunted. "I want it. I want you to fuck me." 
"You want me to do what?" I slapped the back of his head.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy." He leaned harder against the wall and bounced his ass back hard against my fucking.
I continued the rough fuck, brutalizing his cunt hole like he is some street corner rentboy. 
"You like this boy? You fucking like this?" I asked as I continued my fucking. 
"Yes. Yes. I love it. I love it. I LOVE IT." He screamed. Without having to look, I can feel his ass contracts on my cock. I just fucked the cum out of him and I know he is raining cum on the stupid punk between his legs. 
I pulled out, my cock still hard. I have yet to cum. He saw me looking at the punk and he spoke out of his turn. “Are you going to fuck him now?” He asked, a hint of envy in his voice. 
I glanced at him. “What’s the matter boy. Jealous you aren’t getting a load of my cum? Cum hungry little bitch aren’t you?”
He bit his lip, but he eventually gave in. “Yes. I want your cum.” He said as he looked down at the floor.
I laughed at his pathetic display. 
"I don’t know." I said. "I think I would like to pound my load into this virgin cherry ass down here." I motioned to the punk. 
The punk must have gathered some sense and strength back at this point because he immediately jumped up and tried to make a run for it. He didn’t get very far before the rest of the gang got a hold of him and dragged him back. 
My leader cocksucker is flaming mad. He started to beat on the punk again. I watched him land a few hits before stopping him.
"Enough. I don’t want to have to dispose of the body." I said.
"Screw him. I will fucking kill him and ditch his body somewhere." He protested.
"Shut up and suck." I said to him. He immediately fell back to his knees and rammed my cock down his throat. 
I rammed down his throat until he was choking but he knew better than to try and fight it. Tears are running down his face but he held himself hard against my crotch. I enjoyed his suffering for a bit longer before I let up.
"I have a plan for how to deal with him already." I said. "I think he will go to the male whorehouse I’ve got running. I am going to send out invites to all the members and invite them to join in for an exclusive gang bang party of this punk’s cherry ass. His holes will be available free for all once the members paid the initial door fees."
The punk boy tried to struggle and scream again. It didn’t really matter. Because the force of his protest and the despair in his eyes gave me all the consent I needed.
I cum down the throat of my cocksucking gang boss.
I waved them all away soon after as my mind is otherwise occupied. 
I have a party to plan.

Back alley, eight guys, gang like appearances. I don’t think there are many scenarios that are worst to be in for a normal well dressed businessman. The situation right now is exactly what I walked right into. All fits except for one exception. Normal. 

I walked right up to the leader and looked him up and down. The first words out of my mouth would probably shock and offend most people. “That shirt makes you look like a bitch in heat.” I said to him. 

The other guys slowly surrounded me. The leader leaned towards me, his chain separated from his chest and dangled before me. I reached a hand up and grabbed it. I pulled on it with a light tug, pulled him down until his eyes are levelled with mine.

Staring into his eyes with a smirked, I said. “On a closer look, you look like a cocksucker.” 

I kept my eyes on him, but his eyes, while still keeping contact with my eyes, started to go lower and lower. Finally he is on his knees, kneeling in front of me, his head pulled back due to the grip I have on his chain. 

I let go of his chain. He kept his head back to look into my eyes. I pushed the front of my pants down. My hard cock flopped out into the cool air. “Suck it.” I said.

He didn’t answer, instead he lowered his eyes, breaking eye contact and set his eyes on my cock. With very little hesitation, he opened his mouth and took the head of my cock into his mouth. 

I heard a gasp beside me. I ignored it. Instead, I put my hand on the back of my cocksucking gang leader’s head and pulled him in, burying my cock down deep in his throat. He choked slightly, but he didn’t pull off or defend himself. I started to fuck his face while he tried his best to pleasure me with his lips and tongue. 

When he couldn’t take me deep enough, I pulled out and whipped my cock full across his face a few times. “Go on. You can be a better fucking cocksucker than that.” I said. 

He went back down on my cock with renewed vigor. It was then that I heard this commotion beside me. One of the guys is acting out, waving his hands about and screaming and yelling some stuff about sick fucks and perverts and things to that effect. The noise fucking pisses me off. I pushed the cocksucker off me. 

I frowned. Before I had a chance to act further, the leader, who a moment ago was still completely involved in being my cocksucker, jumped to his feet. He grabbed the little idiot by his shirt and slammed his body into the wall. 

The leader’s face was red with rage, which is actually quite comical from my point of view given that his face is red with spit and my precum. But the look on his face is no laughing matter. Holding the punk pinned against the wall with one arm, he ripped the bandanna off the punk’s face. 

"You think you ran away from home and joined a gang you are tough shit? You are nothing but a spoiled useless brat." The leader held up the bandanna and shoved it into the punk’s mouth. "I fucking told you to get one with white stitching, not this sissy ass purple shit that you fucking got in your face, you fucking retard." He ended that statement with a slap to the punk’s face. 

He wasn’t done yet. He grabbed the front of the punk’s tank top and ripped it, holding it up to his face. “And what the fuck is this huh? Are you fucking stupid? Can you not see the fucking colors we wear around here? Or are you fucking colour-blind? What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is your fucking problem huh?” He yelled as he picked the punk up by his shoulders and slammed him a few times into the wall. The punk slide down the wall into a heap at his feet. 

I walked up behind him and shoved him slightly. He placed his hands against the wall. I reached down and pulled down his pants. USing nothing but just a little bit of spit, I rammed right into his ass. 

"God damn it." I said. "I love fucking you when you are all raged out like this." I pounded hard. This man needs no mercy. 

"Big tough gang boss likes that don’t you? All muscles and rage on the outside. Nothing but a dripping wet cunt pussy on the inside right? That’s what you want? Getting fucked like some cheap whore?" I slammed in hard, pulling out completely before slamming back in again.

"Yeah." He grunted. "I want it. I want you to fuck me."

"You want me to do what?" I slapped the back of his head.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy." He leaned harder against the wall and bounced his ass back hard against my fucking.

I continued the rough fuck, brutalizing his cunt hole like he is some street corner rentboy.

"You like this boy? You fucking like this?" I asked as I continued my fucking.

"Yes. Yes. I love it. I love it. I LOVE IT." He screamed. Without having to look, I can feel his ass contracts on my cock. I just fucked the cum out of him and I know he is raining cum on the stupid punk between his legs. 

I pulled out, my cock still hard. I have yet to cum. He saw me looking at the punk and he spoke out of his turn. “Are you going to fuck him now?” He asked, a hint of envy in his voice. 

I glanced at him. “What’s the matter boy. Jealous you aren’t getting a load of my cum? Cum hungry little bitch aren’t you?”

He bit his lip, but he eventually gave in. “Yes. I want your cum.” He said as he looked down at the floor.

I laughed at his pathetic display. 

"I don’t know." I said. "I think I would like to pound my load into this virgin cherry ass down here." I motioned to the punk. 

The punk must have gathered some sense and strength back at this point because he immediately jumped up and tried to make a run for it. He didn’t get very far before the rest of the gang got a hold of him and dragged him back. 

My leader cocksucker is flaming mad. He started to beat on the punk again. I watched him land a few hits before stopping him.

"Enough. I don’t want to have to dispose of the body." I said.

"Screw him. I will fucking kill him and ditch his body somewhere." He protested.

"Shut up and suck." I said to him. He immediately fell back to his knees and rammed my cock down his throat. 

I rammed down his throat until he was choking but he knew better than to try and fight it. Tears are running down his face but he held himself hard against my crotch. I enjoyed his suffering for a bit longer before I let up.

"I have a plan for how to deal with him already." I said. "I think he will go to the male whorehouse I’ve got running. I am going to send out invites to all the members and invite them to join in for an exclusive gang bang party of this punk’s cherry ass. His holes will be available free for all once the members paid the initial door fees."

The punk boy tried to struggle and scream again. It didn’t really matter. Because the force of his protest and the despair in his eyes gave me all the consent I needed.

I cum down the throat of my cocksucking gang boss.

I waved them all away soon after as my mind is otherwise occupied. 

I have a party to plan.

usmcswordswallower
Does this deserve a disclaimer? Probably. So yes, read at your own risk. 
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"They told me you can help me find my brother." He said. 
I nodded slowly. “I think I would be able to help.” 
"I don’t care how much it costs. I just want to see him again." He told me. 
I looked at him steadily. “I don’t think you can pay my price.” I said. And I am not joking. Someone like him cannot even come close to paying what I normally work for. 
"Whatever the price is, just name it. I will find a way to pay you." He vowed. 
I just shrugged. I poured a drink for the two of us and handed his to him. “In that case, consider this a deal.” I raised my glass to him and he clinked his against mine. 
"What is the price?" He asked as he took a drink. 
"I will let you know soon enough." I said. He just nodded and drink down his glass. 
"I should get going." He said as he stood up. Except he isn’t very steady on his feet and he collapsed back onto the sofa. 
"Wow. That drink must have hit me hard." He said as he shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around why only one drink is making him feel so weak.
I smiled. “Yes, a drugged up drink have a tendency to hit people harder than expected.” 
He looked confused for a moment before he finally processed what I was saying. “You drugged me?”
I didn’t answer him. That question was already answered anyway. I started to strip him. He tried to struggle, but his resistance is about as powerful as wet toilet paper. 
I pulled his limp body up and bend him over the back of the sofa. I gave my cock a bit of spit. He struggled and tried to scream, but nothing at all even useful against me. All that reluctance just made me hotter and, instead of giving it to him slowly like I would have otherwise done, I rammed my cock right up his virgin ass. His body jerked in pain. 
"So damn fine." I said. "This ass is damn good. Probably one of the best ass I have ever had the pleasure of ramming." 
I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “You know who the other really good ass I had belonged to?”
I pulled his face so he is looking right at him. “Let’s just say your family have some good genetic material. A good gene pool.”
"Can you guess who it is? Who I fucked?" I smiled at him and answered my own question. "Your brother." 
His eyes widen in shock and he tried to struggle again. Not that it mattered at his lack of strength. 
I continued to fuck him. “That’s right. Your brother. Right here on this sofa too. I drugged him, just like how I drugged you and then I fucked his ass. Turned him out, just like how I am turning you out. Making both brothers my boy pussies.” 
I laughed at the rage in his eyes. “And you know what I did to him?” I said. “I sold him. I sold him like a piece of meat to a new owner. Just like what I am going to do to you once I am finished with you.” 
"You bastard. You fucking bastard. You are going to go to hell for this." He said, his voice hoarse and hardly able to form words. 
"You should be thankful that I am selling you." I said. "Isn’t that what you wanted? You want to see your brother again right?"
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Well I am doing you one better. I am going to let you spend the rest of your life with him. The two of you are going to be slaves together. Isn’t that great?” 
"Don’t worry. As part of my condition for capturing and selling you to the new owner, I told him I wanted to see your brother again. He should be on his way to being delivered to me. The two of you will be able to see each other again. Isn’t that exciting?" I laughed. 
"I know I am really excited. I can’t wait until I have you two brothers together, side by side as I fucked one brother in front of the other." I said. "In fact, I will put you two side by side and I will fuck one brother and then the next, rotating between the two of you as I fucked the living daylights out of both of you." 
I leaned into his face. “I am so fucking looking forward to fucking you both.” 
"You sick fuck. You fucking asshole." He said. 
"Don’t say that." I said. "I am a really nice guy. You said you will pay any price to see your brother again. I am just helping to make your wish come true." 
"Fuck you." He said. 
"You are now hurting my feelings. I think when your brother arrive, I will have to take my frustrations out on him. You will get a front row seat to me whipping and abusing your brother." I grinned at him. He visibly whiten at what I am suggesting and learned to shut the fuck up. 
"And don’t you worry. You will be seeing a lot of your brother. In fact, the two of you will be inseparable." I said. "If your owner is worth his salt, he will know how much hotter it is to fuck both brothers at once. When guys fuck you two, they would for sure want to have the two of you at the same time. So you will be getting fucked side by side. Hell, maybe even eye to eye." 
He turned his head away at the humiliating and sickening picture I am painting into his head. I pulled his head and turned it back to face me. 
"Hell, if he is really any good, he will teach you two a new trick." I smirked. "If it was up to me, I think I will help you two know each other better." 
"You will get to know every fucking inch of your brother and your brother will learned every fucking inch of you. And I mean that, inside out." I grinned. "In fact, your brother will learn exactly how it is like to have every inch of you inside him. The same will go for you."
He closed his eyes in defeat. But I am not done with him yet. “You know I found out something the other day that fills my heart with joy?” I said. “I learned something new. You have one more brother that’s currently out of the country, don’t you?” 
His eyes snapped open in shock but he shook his head in denial. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.” 
Smart boy, this one. At least he tried to protect him. Not that it would do any good. “Don’t be selfish. I know he is coming to visit you. Oh, in two days actually. Think he would be ok if his brother email him and tell him that a friend of his will pick him up?” I said as I picked up his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.
He saw me type on his phone and despair entered his eyes. “You will go to hell for this. I swear to god you will burn in hell!” He screamed.
The sound of despair, anguish and utter heart brokenness is just so sensational. His anger fuelled my lusted and I rammed him really hard.
"Can you imagine? Three brothers? All under my power at the same time while I do some god forbidden things to your bodies. I am going to have a great time I think." I said as I grabbed his face.
He started to struggle again. I just hold his chest down against the sofa with one arm while I continue to brutally penetrate his ass. His useless resistance and desperate movements turned me on. Combined with a few more brutish shoves up his ass took me over the edge. I gave him his first load up his drugged up no longer virgin ass.
As I let go of him, he let his body slide off the sofa onto the floor. He sobbed. His spirit completely defeated and his body destroyed.
Looking at him, despair in his face and soul ripped out of him, I know and he knows that all he can do is to accept it all. He is destroyed and have no way of ever fighting back. I know he is doomed, just like I know his brothers is or will be the same.
I find that immensely satisfying. 

Does this deserve a disclaimer? Probably. So yes, read at your own risk. 

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"They told me you can help me find my brother." He said. 

I nodded slowly. “I think I would be able to help.” 

"I don’t care how much it costs. I just want to see him again." He told me. 

I looked at him steadily. “I don’t think you can pay my price.” I said. And I am not joking. Someone like him cannot even come close to paying what I normally work for. 

"Whatever the price is, just name it. I will find a way to pay you." He vowed. 

I just shrugged. I poured a drink for the two of us and handed his to him. “In that case, consider this a deal.” I raised my glass to him and he clinked his against mine. 

"What is the price?" He asked as he took a drink. 

"I will let you know soon enough." I said. He just nodded and drink down his glass. 

"I should get going." He said as he stood up. Except he isn’t very steady on his feet and he collapsed back onto the sofa. 

"Wow. That drink must have hit me hard." He said as he shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around why only one drink is making him feel so weak.

I smiled. “Yes, a drugged up drink have a tendency to hit people harder than expected.” 

He looked confused for a moment before he finally processed what I was saying. “You drugged me?”

I didn’t answer him. That question was already answered anyway. I started to strip him. He tried to struggle, but his resistance is about as powerful as wet toilet paper. 

I pulled his limp body up and bend him over the back of the sofa. I gave my cock a bit of spit. He struggled and tried to scream, but nothing at all even useful against me. All that reluctance just made me hotter and, instead of giving it to him slowly like I would have otherwise done, I rammed my cock right up his virgin ass. His body jerked in pain. 

"So damn fine." I said. "This ass is damn good. Probably one of the best ass I have ever had the pleasure of ramming." 

I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “You know who the other really good ass I had belonged to?”

I pulled his face so he is looking right at him. “Let’s just say your family have some good genetic material. A good gene pool.”

"Can you guess who it is? Who I fucked?" I smiled at him and answered my own question. "Your brother." 

His eyes widen in shock and he tried to struggle again. Not that it mattered at his lack of strength. 

I continued to fuck him. “That’s right. Your brother. Right here on this sofa too. I drugged him, just like how I drugged you and then I fucked his ass. Turned him out, just like how I am turning you out. Making both brothers my boy pussies.” 

I laughed at the rage in his eyes. “And you know what I did to him?” I said. “I sold him. I sold him like a piece of meat to a new owner. Just like what I am going to do to you once I am finished with you.” 

"You bastard. You fucking bastard. You are going to go to hell for this." He said, his voice hoarse and hardly able to form words. 

"You should be thankful that I am selling you." I said. "Isn’t that what you wanted? You want to see your brother again right?"

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Well I am doing you one better. I am going to let you spend the rest of your life with him. The two of you are going to be slaves together. Isn’t that great?” 

"Don’t worry. As part of my condition for capturing and selling you to the new owner, I told him I wanted to see your brother again. He should be on his way to being delivered to me. The two of you will be able to see each other again. Isn’t that exciting?" I laughed. 

"I know I am really excited. I can’t wait until I have you two brothers together, side by side as I fucked one brother in front of the other." I said. "In fact, I will put you two side by side and I will fuck one brother and then the next, rotating between the two of you as I fucked the living daylights out of both of you." 

I leaned into his face. “I am so fucking looking forward to fucking you both.” 

"You sick fuck. You fucking asshole." He said. 

"Don’t say that." I said. "I am a really nice guy. You said you will pay any price to see your brother again. I am just helping to make your wish come true." 

"Fuck you." He said. 

"You are now hurting my feelings. I think when your brother arrive, I will have to take my frustrations out on him. You will get a front row seat to me whipping and abusing your brother." I grinned at him. He visibly whiten at what I am suggesting and learned to shut the fuck up. 

"And don’t you worry. You will be seeing a lot of your brother. In fact, the two of you will be inseparable." I said. "If your owner is worth his salt, he will know how much hotter it is to fuck both brothers at once. When guys fuck you two, they would for sure want to have the two of you at the same time. So you will be getting fucked side by side. Hell, maybe even eye to eye." 

He turned his head away at the humiliating and sickening picture I am painting into his head. I pulled his head and turned it back to face me. 

"Hell, if he is really any good, he will teach you two a new trick." I smirked. "If it was up to me, I think I will help you two know each other better." 

"You will get to know every fucking inch of your brother and your brother will learned every fucking inch of you. And I mean that, inside out." I grinned. "In fact, your brother will learn exactly how it is like to have every inch of you inside him. The same will go for you."

He closed his eyes in defeat. But I am not done with him yet. “You know I found out something the other day that fills my heart with joy?” I said. “I learned something new. You have one more brother that’s currently out of the country, don’t you?” 

His eyes snapped open in shock but he shook his head in denial. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.” 

Smart boy, this one. At least he tried to protect him. Not that it would do any good. “Don’t be selfish. I know he is coming to visit you. Oh, in two days actually. Think he would be ok if his brother email him and tell him that a friend of his will pick him up?” I said as I picked up his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

He saw me type on his phone and despair entered his eyes. “You will go to hell for this. I swear to god you will burn in hell!” He screamed.

The sound of despair, anguish and utter heart brokenness is just so sensational. His anger fuelled my lusted and I rammed him really hard.

"Can you imagine? Three brothers? All under my power at the same time while I do some god forbidden things to your bodies. I am going to have a great time I think." I said as I grabbed his face.

He started to struggle again. I just hold his chest down against the sofa with one arm while I continue to brutally penetrate his ass. His useless resistance and desperate movements turned me on. Combined with a few more brutish shoves up his ass took me over the edge. I gave him his first load up his drugged up no longer virgin ass.

As I let go of him, he let his body slide off the sofa onto the floor. He sobbed. His spirit completely defeated and his body destroyed.

Looking at him, despair in his face and soul ripped out of him, I know and he knows that all he can do is to accept it all. He is destroyed and have no way of ever fighting back. I know he is doomed, just like I know his brothers is or will be the same.

I find that immensely satisfying. 

Anonymous asked:

Your recent stuff has been good, but I've been craving a new dark twisted story from you! Any chance of seeing your dark side some time soon? Anything we can do to help bring it out?

I will probably have one soon.

Good hot pictures that spikes my creativity are useful. Real life scenarios of your own experience is even better. Someone offering to service me would also be acceptable.

daddysbottom
He stepped out of his side of the door. I stepped out of mine. He was fixing up his belt when I walked around the car to his side. He quickly made himself presentable again. 
I pointed out a drop of cum on his belt. He quickly cleaned it off with his finger. And, looking around to make sure no one is watching, he popped the finger into his mouth while grinning a sexy smile at me.
"Same time next week?" I asked. 
"I can’t. I have a training." He answered. 
"Ok." I said, a slight bit of disappointment in my voice. 
"But." He bit his lip. "I do have the weekend free." 
"I don’t usually drive down this way on weekends when I am not working." I told him. I live far out of the city and just going to the office is a long drive. I really only comes this way because I have a client that I meet here every Wednesday. 
"You don’t have to drive." He kind of mauled the words in his mouth before he finally said to me.
I raised an eyebrow before I said. “I don’t just let any guy come to my place. Especially not if all the guy had to offer was a quick blowjob.”
He bit his lip again. “What if we do more than that?” 
I looked at him for a second. “Guys that I bring home are special. I ram their throats and I fuck their asses. And that’s the most vanilla things that I do to them.” I said.
He have an idea of what I am talking about. He had been sucking me off for a good while and knows where some of my sexual interests.
He swallowed, hard. “I want to try.” He said. 
I grabbed his face. “Ask me to hurt you.” I said. 
"Hurt me." He said. 
I gripped his face harder. “Let’s try that again.” 
"Please hurt me." He said. 
"Again." I said.
"Please hurt me, Sir." He said. Finally filling in all the gaps.
I pulled him into a hug, but right before he got into my arms, I kneed him in the crotch. He collapsed onto me. I held him as he shakes and gasps in pain in my arms. 
"Are you sure boy?" I asked again. 
He voicelessly nodded against my shoulder. I slipped the card I was holding in my hand into the back pocket of his uniform pants, grabbing his ass in the process. 
"I expect to see you on Saturday morning, 9am sharp. You will be free to leave by or before 11:59pm. I suggest you don’t arrange any activities on Sunday as you will need the day to recover." He buried his face deeper into me.
"If you are in no shape to drive, I have a cage in the basement that I will let you use temporarily." I said to him. "Do you understand?" 
In a shaky voice thick with fear and anticipation, he said. “Yes Sir.” 

He stepped out of his side of the door. I stepped out of mine. He was fixing up his belt when I walked around the car to his side. He quickly made himself presentable again. 

I pointed out a drop of cum on his belt. He quickly cleaned it off with his finger. And, looking around to make sure no one is watching, he popped the finger into his mouth while grinning a sexy smile at me.

"Same time next week?" I asked. 

"I can’t. I have a training." He answered. 

"Ok." I said, a slight bit of disappointment in my voice. 

"But." He bit his lip. "I do have the weekend free." 

"I don’t usually drive down this way on weekends when I am not working." I told him. I live far out of the city and just going to the office is a long drive. I really only comes this way because I have a client that I meet here every Wednesday. 

"You don’t have to drive." He kind of mauled the words in his mouth before he finally said to me.

I raised an eyebrow before I said. “I don’t just let any guy come to my place. Especially not if all the guy had to offer was a quick blowjob.”

He bit his lip again. “What if we do more than that?” 

I looked at him for a second. “Guys that I bring home are special. I ram their throats and I fuck their asses. And that’s the most vanilla things that I do to them.” I said.

He have an idea of what I am talking about. He had been sucking me off for a good while and knows where some of my sexual interests.

He swallowed, hard. “I want to try.” He said. 

I grabbed his face. “Ask me to hurt you.” I said. 

"Hurt me." He said. 

I gripped his face harder. “Let’s try that again.” 

"Please hurt me." He said. 

"Again." I said.

"Please hurt me, Sir." He said. Finally filling in all the gaps.

I pulled him into a hug, but right before he got into my arms, I kneed him in the crotch. He collapsed onto me. I held him as he shakes and gasps in pain in my arms. 

"Are you sure boy?" I asked again. 

He voicelessly nodded against my shoulder. I slipped the card I was holding in my hand into the back pocket of his uniform pants, grabbing his ass in the process. 

"I expect to see you on Saturday morning, 9am sharp. You will be free to leave by or before 11:59pm. I suggest you don’t arrange any activities on Sunday as you will need the day to recover." He buried his face deeper into me.

"If you are in no shape to drive, I have a cage in the basement that I will let you use temporarily." I said to him. "Do you understand?" 

In a shaky voice thick with fear and anticipation, he said. “Yes Sir.” 

muscletits
He looked dazed. “Did I just? What the fuck? What the hell happened in there?”
"You got your cock sucked off by a guy. Nothing to it. Everything is fine." I said casually. 
He shook his head. “No. It isn’t fine. And where’s my shirt?” He asked, a little out of it.
"You must have taken it off when he was blowing you. Probably around the time you let him stuff his finger up your ass." I said. 
"What? No I didn’t let some guy… Wait, it was just an accident. Yeah. He caught me by surprise is all. That’s it. I didn’t let him do it. He just took me without asking. It wasn’t my fault." He rationalized to himself.
"Save it man. You shot off like a fucking geyser when he fingered you. Can’t deny that." I told him. 
He just kept shaking his head. 
"Look. I know how we will settle this. Does your ass hurt?" I asked. "Or does it feel empty?"" 
"Hurts. It hurts. Of course it hurts." He immediately answered. 
"Ok. That’s fine dude. But let’s get it checked out to make sure he didn’t injure you." I said.
"It’s fine. I don’t need it." He said, backing out. 
"But you just said it hurts. You aren’t lying to me and your ass in fact feels empty right?" I asked. 
"No. No. It hurts man." He said, a little too quickly.
"Then just grab onto these handle bars and bend over. I want to make sure you are not hurt there or something." I said. 
He reluctantly turned and grabbed the bar. I lowered his pants. He was clenching his asscheeks together. I gave him a hard slap on his bared ass. 
"Relax man. I can’t see jack when you are all tensed up like that." I told him. 
He relaxed a bit. I got my first good look at his almost totally virgin ass. As far as I know, he only had a finger up there.
I placed a hand on the small of his back as I worked my fly open. Without giving him time to realize what is happening, I slammed my way into his ass, burying half of my length with my first brutal thrust. 
He screamed. I grabbed onto his shoulders and pound the rest of my cock into his ass, burying my cock fully inside of him, stretching his previously virgin asshole. He screamed again. 
He started to struggle. I bodily slammed him against the wall and started to fuck. 
At first he was crying and screaming and bitching about how much it hurts and how much of a bastard I am for doing this to him. Before long, my cock reduced him to a babbling idiot that can’t even form a coherent sentence.
I reached down to the front of him, sliding my hand down from his pecs as he sandwich my hand between his hard muscles and the wall. I run my hand lower until I encounter his cock. His cock which is hard and throbbing despite his screaming at my abuse of his ass. 
I gripped one of his arms and pulled his hand towards his own crotch. “Jerk. Jerk yourself as I fuck you up your muscular pussy. Jerk yourself like the whore you are while you enjoy getting fucked against the wall. Come on. That’s it. Jerk it. Jerk it in time to the rhythm of me fucking your no longer virgin ass.” 
I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so I can see his face. I stared down at him, this previously masculine representative of a man now getting fucked up the ass like the bitch he is. 
"You liking this boy? Is this what you dream about at night huh? Getting my big fat cock stuffed up your pitiful excuse of a man pussy?" I slapped his ass and I let go of his hair. Instead I pushed his face into the wall as I started to pound him even harder. 
I slammed his like this for a few more minutes before I blew a load deep inside his guts. Once I came down from my orgasm, I reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling them behind his back so he cannot jerk off any more, leaving his cock throbbing in the air with unsatisfied lust.
I let him slide to the floor as my cock popped out of his ass. He looked up at me. My cock wet with my juice and his, both of us knowing where my cock had been just moments ago.
"Clean me up boy." I sneered down at him.
He leaned in and started to suck my cock clean of his own virgin hole and my cum. 
I just smirked. What a whore.

He looked dazed. “Did I just? What the fuck? What the hell happened in there?”

"You got your cock sucked off by a guy. Nothing to it. Everything is fine." I said casually. 

He shook his head. “No. It isn’t fine. And where’s my shirt?” He asked, a little out of it.

"You must have taken it off when he was blowing you. Probably around the time you let him stuff his finger up your ass." I said. 

"What? No I didn’t let some guy… Wait, it was just an accident. Yeah. He caught me by surprise is all. That’s it. I didn’t let him do it. He just took me without asking. It wasn’t my fault." He rationalized to himself.

"Save it man. You shot off like a fucking geyser when he fingered you. Can’t deny that." I told him. 

He just kept shaking his head. 

"Look. I know how we will settle this. Does your ass hurt?" I asked. "Or does it feel empty?"" 

"Hurts. It hurts. Of course it hurts." He immediately answered. 

"Ok. That’s fine dude. But let’s get it checked out to make sure he didn’t injure you." I said.

"It’s fine. I don’t need it." He said, backing out. 

"But you just said it hurts. You aren’t lying to me and your ass in fact feels empty right?" I asked. 

"No. No. It hurts man." He said, a little too quickly.

"Then just grab onto these handle bars and bend over. I want to make sure you are not hurt there or something." I said. 

He reluctantly turned and grabbed the bar. I lowered his pants. He was clenching his asscheeks together. I gave him a hard slap on his bared ass. 

"Relax man. I can’t see jack when you are all tensed up like that." I told him. 

He relaxed a bit. I got my first good look at his almost totally virgin ass. As far as I know, he only had a finger up there.

I placed a hand on the small of his back as I worked my fly open. Without giving him time to realize what is happening, I slammed my way into his ass, burying half of my length with my first brutal thrust. 

He screamed. I grabbed onto his shoulders and pound the rest of my cock into his ass, burying my cock fully inside of him, stretching his previously virgin asshole. He screamed again. 

He started to struggle. I bodily slammed him against the wall and started to fuck. 

At first he was crying and screaming and bitching about how much it hurts and how much of a bastard I am for doing this to him. Before long, my cock reduced him to a babbling idiot that can’t even form a coherent sentence.

I reached down to the front of him, sliding my hand down from his pecs as he sandwich my hand between his hard muscles and the wall. I run my hand lower until I encounter his cock. His cock which is hard and throbbing despite his screaming at my abuse of his ass. 

I gripped one of his arms and pulled his hand towards his own crotch. “Jerk. Jerk yourself as I fuck you up your muscular pussy. Jerk yourself like the whore you are while you enjoy getting fucked against the wall. Come on. That’s it. Jerk it. Jerk it in time to the rhythm of me fucking your no longer virgin ass.” 

I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so I can see his face. I stared down at him, this previously masculine representative of a man now getting fucked up the ass like the bitch he is. 

"You liking this boy? Is this what you dream about at night huh? Getting my big fat cock stuffed up your pitiful excuse of a man pussy?" I slapped his ass and I let go of his hair. Instead I pushed his face into the wall as I started to pound him even harder. 

I slammed his like this for a few more minutes before I blew a load deep inside his guts. Once I came down from my orgasm, I reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling them behind his back so he cannot jerk off any more, leaving his cock throbbing in the air with unsatisfied lust.

I let him slide to the floor as my cock popped out of his ass. He looked up at me. My cock wet with my juice and his, both of us knowing where my cock had been just moments ago.

"Clean me up boy." I sneered down at him.

He leaned in and started to suck my cock clean of his own virgin hole and my cum.

I just smirked. What a whore.

goodboymusclejock
"Dude, no. Stop. I am cooking." He protested. 
I reached out and turned off the stove. “Not any more you are not.” I said. 
"You are going to ruin dinner." He squirmed as I reached my hand down over his ass. 
I slapped his ass hard. “Don’t fucking tease me.” I growled.
"Not teasing you. Fuck. Leave me alone." He hissed at me.
I stepped back for a moment, his statement was a little unexpected. 
He is way bigger than me, but I got him by surprise. I grabbed his arms and turned him away from what he was doing, slamming him bodily onto the counter top. He was lucky there wasn’t any glass there because I certainly wasn’t checking. 
"Holy shit." He said as he slammed into the hard surface. "What the fuck?" 
"Shut up." I said as I grabbed his ass and mauled the fleshy globes in my hand. 
"Dude, fucking hell." He said as he tried to get up. I shoved him back down. 
"This is messed up. Fuck you man." He said as he tried to get up again. "I had about enough of you. You can…"
He never got the chance to finish. That is because I took a kitchen knife and stabbed it into the cutting board. The cutting board was two inches away from his face. He fell silent and is completely docile after that.
"Shut the fuck up. I fuck your ass when I want, how I want. I own that fucking ass. Do you understand that?" I asked him with a heavy slap to his ass. He nodded immediately. 
I slammed my fist down beside his head. “I can’t fucking hear you.” 
"Yes. Yes. My ass belongs to you." He immediately replied.
"Good." I said as I ripped his shorts off. "Don’t you fucking ever forget that." 
Lubed with only one wad of my spit, I slammed into his ass. He screamed at the rough entry. I fucked him hard, making him whimper and moan at the pleasurable pain. 
"Be quiet and take that fucking like the muscle slut you are." I slapped his head. 
He learned to keep silent. But soon my fucking of his ass turned him into the full blown whore that he is and he started to moan and let out little whimpers of pain again. Fucking pathetic. 
I leaned onto his back. I yanked his hair and turned his head to the side so he can see the cutting board and the knife. I whispered into his ear. “Which part of shut up do you not understand?” 

He immediately went quiet. I continued to pound his muscle pussy. But now he is completely silent, afraid of the consequences if he so much as make a single bit of sound.

"Little muscle boy is a giant slut huh? Learning how to be a good muscle botch boy and let me fuck his bodybuilder pussy in silent huh?" 

I can fell myself getting close. I rammed him hard and solid. I can feel him holding back his screams at my consistent drilling of his ass. I smirked to myself as I loaded him up with a huge load deep inside him.

“You are such a pathetic little muscle bitch.” I said, pulling out and slapping his ass. “Close your pussy and keep my load inside you.” 

I made him finish cooking dinner. He just stand there completely naked in front of me as I ate. “Dinner sucks tonight.” I said as I finished the meal. “Go clean this mess up.”

he spent the next 30 minutes cleaning up. I sat there enjoying the sight of his body. When he finally had everything cleaned up, he stood back in front of me.

"I am going to bed. And heaven forbid if you so much as move out of this position or let a single drop of my cum escape your gapping excuse of an asshole, I will make damn sure you regret it. You understand me?” 
He nodded. I grinned. “Someone is learning.” I slapped his ass. His cock, which got soft after the dinner and cleaning, once again rose up high into the air. He was so hard that his cock started to throb. I laughed. 

"Should have done a better job of dinner huh?" I asked him. "If you are a good boy, I will fuck you again in the morning before work huh?" 

He bit his lip to keep from answering. But his cock that just spurted a little precum told me everything I needed to know. I smiled and slapped his face a couple of times.

"Have a good night boy.”

"Dude, no. Stop. I am cooking." He protested. 

I reached out and turned off the stove. “Not any more you are not.” I said. 

"You are going to ruin dinner." He squirmed as I reached my hand down over his ass. 

I slapped his ass hard. “Don’t fucking tease me.” I growled.

"Not teasing you. Fuck. Leave me alone." He hissed at me.

I stepped back for a moment, his statement was a little unexpected. 

He is way bigger than me, but I got him by surprise. I grabbed his arms and turned him away from what he was doing, slamming him bodily onto the counter top. He was lucky there wasn’t any glass there because I certainly wasn’t checking. 

"Holy shit." He said as he slammed into the hard surface. "What the fuck?" 

"Shut up." I said as I grabbed his ass and mauled the fleshy globes in my hand. 

"Dude, fucking hell." He said as he tried to get up. I shoved him back down. 

"This is messed up. Fuck you man." He said as he tried to get up again. "I had about enough of you. You can…"

He never got the chance to finish. That is because I took a kitchen knife and stabbed it into the cutting board. The cutting board was two inches away from his face. He fell silent and is completely docile after that.

"Shut the fuck up. I fuck your ass when I want, how I want. I own that fucking ass. Do you understand that?" I asked him with a heavy slap to his ass. He nodded immediately. 

I slammed my fist down beside his head. “I can’t fucking hear you.” 

"Yes. Yes. My ass belongs to you." He immediately replied.

"Good." I said as I ripped his shorts off. "Don’t you fucking ever forget that." 

Lubed with only one wad of my spit, I slammed into his ass. He screamed at the rough entry. I fucked him hard, making him whimper and moan at the pleasurable pain. 

"Be quiet and take that fucking like the muscle slut you are." I slapped his head.

He learned to keep silent. But soon my fucking of his ass turned him into the full blown whore that he is and he started to moan and let out little whimpers of pain again. Fucking pathetic.

I leaned onto his back. I yanked his hair and turned his head to the side so he can see the cutting board and the knife. I whispered into his ear. “Which part of shut up do you not understand?” 

He immediately went quiet. I continued to pound his muscle pussy. But now he is completely silent, afraid of the consequences if he so much as make a single bit of sound.

"Little muscle boy is a giant slut huh? Learning how to be a good muscle botch boy and let me fuck his bodybuilder pussy in silent huh?" 

I can fell myself getting close. I rammed him hard and solid. I can feel him holding back his screams at my consistent drilling of his ass. I smirked to myself as I loaded him up with a huge load deep inside him.

“You are such a pathetic little muscle bitch.” I said, pulling out and slapping his ass. “Close your pussy and keep my load inside you.” 

I made him finish cooking dinner. He just stand there completely naked in front of me as I ate. “Dinner sucks tonight.” I said as I finished the meal. “Go clean this mess up.”

he spent the next 30 minutes cleaning up. I sat there enjoying the sight of his body. When he finally had everything cleaned up, he stood back in front of me.

"I am going to bed. And heaven forbid if you so much as move out of this position or let a single drop of my cum escape your gapping excuse of an asshole, I will make damn sure you regret it. You understand me?”

He nodded. I grinned. “Someone is learning.” I slapped his ass. His cock, which got soft after the dinner and cleaning, once again rose up high into the air. He was so hard that his cock started to throb. I laughed.

"Should have done a better job of dinner huh?" I asked him. "If you are a good boy, I will fuck you again in the morning before work huh?"

He bit his lip to keep from answering. But his cock that just spurted a little precum told me everything I needed to know. I smiled and slapped his face a couple of times.

"Have a good night boy.”

Hey dude.  I enjoy reading your stories that go along with the pictures; they really hit home with me. My buddies have noticed that I like to use what they call “unlikely bottoms”, meaning big muscled guys that faggots just assume will be tops. More often than not, they top because that’s what the other guy needs them to do, not because it’s what they themselves need. The desire to serve, even as a top, is what really motivates them.
Neither you nor I look at it that way, eh? 
The attached pic got my imagination going, so I thought I would share it with you in appreciation of your writing.
Lou

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The above came from a reader. Good stuff. The “eh” makes me think a Canadian wrote it. Good guys. 

And yes, that’s a nice pic. This is one unlikely bottom waiting and begging to get bitched out properly.

Hey dude.  I enjoy reading your stories that go along with the pictures; they really hit home with me. My buddies have noticed that I like to use what they call “unlikely bottoms”, meaning big muscled guys that faggots just assume will be tops. More often than not, they top because that’s what the other guy needs them to do, not because it’s what they themselves need. The desire to serve, even as a top, is what really motivates them.

Neither you nor I look at it that way, eh? 

The attached pic got my imagination going, so I thought I would share it with you in appreciation of your writing.

Lou

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The above came from a reader. Good stuff. The “eh” makes me think a Canadian wrote it. Good guys.

And yes, that’s a nice pic. This is one unlikely bottom waiting and begging to get bitched out properly.

Anonymous asked:

Others may disagree with you. But cool that you found something you like. lol-that is one odd way to answer that man-why force it like that? cant just say thanks? lol

Can’t tell if this is the same person as before.

Everything I write on here is what comes to my mind. Said that many times before. And that includes any answers I make on here.