Don't forget, help Nifty help you get off. Usual dislaimers apply, if you're too young, get out. As said before, this is a true story to the best of my recollection. The quotes are as close as I can remember, but the general situations all happened.
I left Jeff's house Saturday morning after he went to practice. We didn't see each other all week which was unusual, but I guess Jeff was busy with two-a-days and I had baseball and swimming. Little did I know.
Jeff called me up on Thursday and invited me to spend Saturday night. Not unusual, we generally did sleepovers at his house because of his basement setup & privacy, something I didn't have much of at my house. He told me his parents were going to his grandmother's and that his older sister was going to be there but she had plans to sneak out for a party. Sounded good and I told him I'd be over at 6.
After all Jeff and I had done then not seeing him, I was horny as fuck. Whacking it wasn't the same anymore plus baseball and swim practice and all of guys in speedos and jock wasn't helping. I took a good, thorough shower knowing butt stuff would be happening that night.
My mother dropped me off and Jeff's sister let me in, she said he was downstairs. She told us not to screw things up and get her in trouble, I just laughed and said we'd only be playing video games all night. I bounded down the stairs, grabbing the top of the stair rail and jumped the last four steps. Jeff was sitting at the computer and just looked up as I asked, "What's up?"
Jeff just looked me up and down, didn't say anything, and didn't smile at me...it was awkward and my heart immediately raced. Had I done something wrong?
"I know we haven't seen each other much this week," Jeff said, "but I wanted to take some time to think about things. Last weekend was awesome but there were some things that happened that I had troubles with. I've done a lot of research on AOL, read a lot of things, and I came to some conclusions." Jeff pointed at the computer screen, "I have some stuff for you to read...read it, and let me know what you think. I'm going to take a shower." And with that, Jeff took off his shirt on his way into his room, I sat down at the computer and started to read:
"Bro - I found a lot of information searching around and it's pretty hot. I know how things have to go moving forward, read these quotes I found:
***If all you want is to have masculine men fuck your mouth and fuck your ass, that's OK. There's nothing wrong with that feeling. It's your thing, it's what you crave. And there are plenty of real men out there (straight and gay) who will be thrilled to have a fag to roughly fuck, no strings attached.
***It isn't meant to be pleasant at first. That entry burn as his cock punches through is nature asserting itself. Your painful discomfort is pure pleasure for your Alpha. Some men are built to serve. Others are built fuck. Fulfill your role. Feel your top fill your cunt, watch as he gets into the rut of the fuck. His nut are full, leading him to this moment.
***Feel him in you. Umph. God yes. He's about to cum. He's huge. Perfect. You feel the strength and his girth swells even more. Rough. Pain. Pleasure. Watch him sweat. Feel it on you. Hear him grunt, breath and fuck. Flood. Serve Him.
***Dominance. You have no control over it. You sense the power of the Alpha. You feel his heat. See the hunger in his eyes. He is everything you had hoped. Hung. Aggressive. Long lasting. You felt humiliated. Used. But you felt fucking great as he selfishly used you. His girth eventually numbing the sting of your ass. You came without touching yourself and knew he wouldn't stop. He didn't.
***Total and utter submission. He has no will of his own, just total obedience and acceptance. His purpose is to serve as the cumdump, a piece of fuck meat, a cock-hungry faggot for his Alphas. He has embraced his proper place, the nasty slut does his duty and earns his sweet reward at the end.
See, I've learned that there are guys whose job it is to take care of other men. They have two holes that are their best asset and best used to pleasure others. There is no way that anyone is going to fuck my ass and I'm not sucking your cock ever again, but you enjoy doing those things. You can serve me. No one has to know and nothing will change around our friends. Otherwise I'm going to use your ass and mouth for what I need, when I need it.
So here is your choice...walk out and go home. We'll go on like we did before but you won't get my dick in you ever again. Or, you can get up and strip, walk into my bedroom, and bend over my desk and wait for me to come out. But you'll do what I say, what I want, and you'll never be in control in my bedroom ever again."
I sat in the chair stunned and thought I should walk out. Yes, we had done some stuff. Yes, it had been more about Jeff than me. But in this case he was flat out saying I was going to be his bitch. But I thought about what it was like with him on top of me and the look of pleasure he had. He had that because I gave it to him. I had something to offer him and besides, it felt good to me too. Plus, he was right, I was hard. I made my decision.
I walked into Jeff's bedroom. I shut the door, took off my clothes, and bent over the desk. I lubed myself and put my elbows on the desk. Jeff had a full week to plan this and there was a note that said, "Don't turn around." It took about five minutes but I finally heard the door open. I kept my head down but could feel Jeff getting closer. I felt the front of his left thigh touching the rear of my thigh. I felt his leg against my ass. I felt a hard cock rub against my hole teasing it but only for a second.
Jeff drove into my ass in one motion and drove into it hard. My head flipped back in pain and Jeff put his hand over my mouth and grabbed my hair. He was already pounding away with abandon, making it apparent to me that what he said was true...it was all about him and him only. When the pain subsided and I had stopped trying to scream Jeff let go of my mouth and hair, but grabbed my hips. He gripped me hard with his nails digging into my skin. He had only pummeled me for a couple of minutes when his thrusts became more frantic and he pulled at me harder. Fuck it felt so good. He was right, this is where I needed to be, being his pleasure.
My head was down. My hair was in my face and shaking around in time with Jeff's thrusts. I couldn't do more than grunt and moan his name. I was so fucking hard that I had to grab myself and start jerking. Jeff slowed down a bit so I started to turn around. He grabbed my head and pointed it back forward. I could hear him reach into the drawer next to me on the desk but couldn't tell what he was grabbing. In a very quick motion he grabbed both of my arms, pulled them together, and handcuffed me.
The pummeling began back in force as if nothing happened. The only thing I heard was, "I told you not to touch yourself." I could tell by his breathing that he was there and with a heavy grunt he blasted load after load into me. Jeff let go of me but stayed in me, putting his hands on the desk beside me. We both took a second to get our breath back, it felt like drool was hitting my back. When he finally softened enough to slip out he stood up and backed up half a step. He grabbed the top of my head and pushed me down while turning me around. His spent, slimy cock was in my face. He pulled my face to his cock and said, "clean me up." I opened my mouth and took him into me. I finally looked up at him to find him looking down at me.
"I'm a sicker fuck than you ever realized. I'm going to have a lot of fun."
My new journey had begun.