Clay Takes Command
Authoritarian, Dominance, Alpha- sub
Part 4
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Previously:
We pulled up to a single-story structure that looked like a simple cottage, except there were no windows. I looked over a Clay.
"Is this a murder house?" I asked, only half joking.
"Only if you count murdering cunts with my big dick!" Clay replied laughing.
He looked over at me with a wry smile. Jesus, he was devilishly charming in a goofy kind of way.
"Will, I am not going to murder you, come on." Clay said as he pulled up into the garage before putting his truck in park and hopping out of the cab.
"Ok, sure, why not go into the murder house without any windows in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear you scream!?" I said to myself as I headed out of his truck as the garage door closed.
Clay unlocked the dark, wooden door, which I noticed as he opened it was gothic and solid wood with inlaid arches carved into it.
"A stylish murder house!" I marveled, to myself this time.
Clay strode into the non-murder house as his truck lights clicked off shrouding everything in darkness. I followed a few steps behind, expecting him to turn on some lights.
"Uh- Clay? About the whole murder thing- I would feel much better if I could actually see." This time I wasn't even half joking.
I heard a click and soft, warm lights flicked on from sconces around what turned out to be a large single room.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist." Clay said chuckling. "Welcome to my guest house and you- you lucky little faggot- are my guest of honor."
I looked around and my eyebrows keep getting higher in surprise. I was trying to process all that I was taking in. This was a full on, leathered up sex dungeon! But it was a sex dungeon seemingly designed by Ralph Lauren. Being an interior design obsessed gay, I was first stuck by the way the room was styled: Rich caramel-colored leather furniture, dark timber beams across the ceiling that arched upwards to echo the gothic inlays on the front door, which gave the impression of a chapel, not a sex dungeon or murder house. The walls and top of the ceiling were painted a buttery cream color. The floors were a smooth polished concrete that was grey, blue, green, and gold all at the same time.
And then the rest of the room registered. There was a sling bolted into one of the wooden celling beams in one corner near the door. There was a circular leather couch/bed like thing in the center of the room. There was a throne like wingback chair near the back wall, facing the front door. There was a pommel horse contraption in a far corner and a bondage board that started on the floor and wrapped up the wall near the other corner of the room. All the sex furniture was in the same deep caramel leather. There were ropes, chains, harnesses, and straps on pegs along an entire wall. There was even a fucking wooden rack!
My mouth was literally open in my wonderment.
"Clay, you fucking freak!" I said, laughing. "I guess you actually do murder some cunts in a place like this!"
As I walked over to the leather couch-bed, clearly where most of the fucking happens, as it was in the center of the room with full length framed mirrors standing near the two opposing walls. I picked up a dainty pair of pink satin panties wadded near the edge.
"Your last conquest? I'm sorry to disappoint but I left my pink panties at home."
"My secretary's. She's been asking for them." Clay said as he dropped his wallet and keys on a walnut credenza by the door.
"You fuck your secretary here?" I said, eyebrows raised again.
"Sure, a few times a week. I have to bring her here because her moans are too loud for the office or her apartment." Clay replied, looking hungrily at me.
"She can't get enough of me."
It wasn't a brag and it didn't have to be. He was clearly just stating a plain fact. It made me so hot for him.
"I think I know the feeling," I said as a whirled the panties around on my finger.
Clay pulled off his white Nike tee. I devoured the sight of his broad, bare chest. He looked so primal. His muscles were still pumped and plumped from our workout. His massive, almost square pecks tapered into a trim, but still thick and meaty waist. His pert, dark round nipples were covered by a dusting of chest hair. The site of him made my cock ache.
He walked over and plucked the panties from me, mid-whirl.
"She a firecracker, I'll tell you." Clay said to me clearly enjoying himself, "Her reverse-cowgirl would make your eyes cross. Well, would make a real man's eyes cross," Clay said with a laugh.
"She says I ruined her for any other man because of how hard I make her cum."
Clay looked at me and something registered with him. A question had clearly dawned on him.
He asked as he pushed closer to me, "A fag like you doesn't even know the first thing about pleasuring a woman. Do you?"
His body radiated heat and his torso radiated power. I gulped and suddenly my throat was very dry. He was crowding my space. I was forced to look up to him.
"No, Clay, I'm only meant to serve men. Like you." I replied with a raspy voice.
"That true. Nature made me to rule over fags like you. I'm impressed you're so accepting of your place. Most gays resist. A man usually has more backbone. More pride. But a couple of swings on my dick and you're completely broken." Clay said as he turned the panties inside out. He then raised the crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"Jai says I make her pussy wet just by walking in the room." Clay said, looking at me across the satin panties.
Reader, I refrained from making a- oh, her name is Jai, because of course it is- did you pick her up at the strip club?- joke. I like to drop a witty retort like other snarky gay, but now clearly wasn't the time for banter.
"I bet." Was my only response.
"Open" Clay commanded. He was still looming over me. I could smell his musk. I opened my mouth, knowing what was next. Clay fed me the pink satin panties with his thick fingers.
"That's right, that's a good little faggot. Slurp out some pussy juice from one of my other whores." God, he knew exactly how to get verbal with me.
"Strip." Clay commanded, I stripped, all the while sucking on those pink panties.
I felt every exposed, in the best possible way. Clay gathered my clothes and shoes. He took my phone out of my pocket where I'd left it and handed it to me.
"Text your work that you'll be out tomorrow. We're going to be good and busy for a long while here. No since having to worry about work tomorrow." Clay ordered.
I panicked a little since my team was in the end stages of several big deliverables for clients. However, Clay was commanding me to call out tomorrow and I didn't have anything specifically scheduled, so, like a good little fag, I obeyed and texted my boss to let her know I was under the weather and needed to be out tomorrow. I noticed Clay watching me obey him and I smiled at him as I handed him my phone.
"Downe and downe, Dawddy." I said with a mouthful of panties.
"Good boy." Clay said as he gathered up my clothes and proceeded to placed them neatly in one of the empty shelves of the credenza. A tidy top!
While he was putting my clothes away, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and typed out a reply text. Clay then took a few pictures of me, making me feel even more exposed. His phone buzzed again, and Clay smiled.
"The wife checking in. I told her that I have a new conquest to make." He looked up at me. She loves when her Daddy beds another worthless fag or cunt. I sent her a pic of you and let her know that I'd see her in the morning."
"Now, we got all night."
A flush of humiliated horniness raced through me. Clay's open, poly, omnisexual marriage was completely and totally fascinating to me. It was embarrassing to have a nude pic of me sent to his wife, sure, but it was also totally hot.
"She said you look kind of hot for a faggot." He said laughing as he typed a last reply and retuned his phone to the credenza top. Clay kicked off his size 14 New Balance gym shoes and then pulled down his navy sweats from his tree trunk legs. He left his gym socks and jock strap on, and he looked all the hotter for it.
Clay turned and walked down to the wall decked with straps, harnesses, and various chain things hanging on wooden pegs. He browsed through several options before picking up a caramel colored leather chest strap. "Let's get you kitted up for proper use tonight."
I did very much appreciate how he'd coordinated everything in his sex dungeon. Taste!
I noticed as he was walking back that although my bare feet were on the concrete floor, the floor was not cold at all. Damn if he didn't think to included heated floors in his sex dungeon. A considerate top!
Clay turned me around and roughly situated the chest strap on me. The leather felt good and cold on my chest.
"There" he said as he grabbed me with his big hand and shook me back and forth, like a ragdoll. "Perfect."
He turned me back around and had to tip my head towards his face since my eyes insticitly went to his obscenely bulging package.
"Eyes up here, fag."
"You got those panties nice and soaked? You get all the pussy juice out? Let's see" Clay said as he grabbed my head at the base of my neck forcefully with first one hand and then the other. His rough, strong hands felt so good. His powerful thumbs pressed my jaw until I opened up for him.
"A mouth full of women's panties- bet this the closest you've ever been to a pussy?" Clay said, knowingly.
I nodded.
"A fag through and through." He said as his thumbs hooked into my mouth and pulled, painfully but playfully stretching my lips wide.
"Nope, not quite wet enough," Clay said as he looked into my gaping mouth. "I think you need some help." And with that, Clay began a barrage of spitting into my mouth. Well, mostly into my mouth, but my face, neck, and hair also took some hits.
"Better. Now, kneel. You don't deserve to stand tonight." He said as he released me from his vice like grip. I knelt, thankful again for heated floors.
Clay towered over me. His jock strap strained under the pressure of his ever-growing dick.
"I love to look down on you while you kneel at my feet. This is exactly as it should be."
He let that linger, because he was absolutely right.
I just looked up at him with a mouth full of some random woman's underwear. Clay smiled and moved his big foot up to my knees, kicking at them to open. He wanted his foot to have access to my crotch and so I opened up knees to give him what he wanted. And boy did I want the same thing. I flashed back to the first time I'd cum with Clay and got all the hotter. He knew that me coming at his feet clicked directed into something deep within my psyche. My place on the hierarchy: literally at an alpha's feet.
He pushed his right leg in so that my cock mashed first against him and then against my stomach. I let out a primal moan-sigh-groan.
Clay, as ever, could read me like a book.
"Yeah, you like Daddy's big feet and legs don't you? Go ahead, press into my leg, yeah, there." He said as he moved his leg up and his massive foot pressed into my balls, taint, and ass. He rocked his foot and flexed his toes up so that his big toe teased my ass.
"Ohf, fuwck yesth, Daddthy." I groaned with a mouth full of panties. Clay gyrated his foot and the multiple points of friction nearly made me cum.
"Oop- what's Daddy's rule about cumming?" Clay asked as he forcefully pulled back. I greedily lurched forward as he laughed.
"Silly, selfish faggot. You aren't going to be cumming for a good long while yet." Clay said as he raised his foot up to the center of my chest and then pushed until I folded down with my legs still under me. Thankfully, I'd stretched at the gym today!
"You have to take care of me first. Remember- my needs come first. Always." His hot, sock covered foot rested on my chest. He was standing over me like a champion with me, his vanquished foe.
His large, wide foot radiated heat onto my chest. "This boy runs hot," I thought to myself. I was incredibly horny and wanted to cum more than almost anything, but I sublimated my needs to focus solely on getting this man off in whatever way he demanded.
Clay saw that I'd clicked over from my needs to his.
"That's a good faggot," my alpha said as he lifted his foot from pinning me to the concrete floor. He straddled my body, towering over me. I'd never felt so small or so turned on. I tried to swallow despite those panties still in my mouth. Clay smirked.
"Sit up," Clay ordered, I obeyed.
He placed his large, warm, rough, callused right hand on my face. I instantly leaned into his palm. I felt like his one hand could full envelop my entire head.
"Fuck, you are the find of a lifetime. I've never met such a pathetic faggot in my entire life," Clay said almost whispering.
I nodded. He spoke the truth.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight that you will never be the same. Are you ready for that? Do you want that from me?" Clay asked husky purr.
I looked up into his ruggedly handsome face and deeply into his deep brown eyes and leaned even more deeply into his hand.
"Yespth," I yelled through my full mouth of Clay's whore secretary underpants.
"Yeah, I can tell you want it. You need this dick. You need my seed inside of you." Clay was primed. His massive cock was stretching his jock strap to its absolute limit.
He moved his hand towards my mouth and yanked his secretary's panties out of my mouth with a violent jerk.
He let the soaked pink panties hang from his long log of an index finger. He looked from the panties to me and back again. When a wicked smirk broke out across his handsome mug, I knew what he was going to say before he said it.
"Put them on." Clay ordered, I obeyed.
I pushed myself off of the floor and took the spit-soaked panties from Clay. He folder his power arms across his chest and cracked a bemused smile.
I winced as I slid the cold, sopping wet panties up my legs and only my crotch. The cold of the panties clashed with my white-hot dick.
"Now you look like the slut you truly are," Clay said as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
"Kneel." He said, I did.
"Pull off my jock."
Finally, I thought and proceeded as told.
His thick hog flopped free, and his heavy balls hung low. I licked my lips and looked longingly at this alpha's picture-perfect package. His potent musk overwhelmed me.
He was about half hard and his cock already jutted from his crotch like a baby's arm.
"I need to piss. You know what to do." Clay said with authority. Unfortunately, I did know what to do. I leaned forward and suckled his cock's fat, flared bell crown.
"The only place a fag belongs and the only job fit for a fag," Clay said with a long sigh as he let flow a powerful piss stream. I willed myself to focus on being a toilet for Clay. He needed me to be the receptacle for his piss. I needed to please him. So, I forced myself to swallow, swallow, swallow his acrid pee. Otherwise, I would wretch all over his sex dungeon.
Clay shivered, so I knew he'd finished his piss. I swallowed one last time and then moved to take more of him into my greedy mouth. He moaned, then brough both hands onto my head and slowly began to guide my head up and down his shaft, which continued to swell to its full, massive length and girth.
"That's a good faggot. Worship my cock. You are so fucking lucky. You know you don't deserve to drink my piss, much less suck my dick. Pathetic worthless whore." Clay was ready to fuck my mouth and my mind.
But he was right. I didn't deserve his perfect alpha cock. A feeling of gratefulness welled up in my chest. I looked up at Clay and reached my hands up past his waist and began to caress his thighs, abs, and chest.
"Feel what a real man's body is, you absolute worthless waste of space. You need this- all of this- to see what a true man is." Clay said this as he let me explore his body. I could feel the raw, animal power coiled in his muscles. Fuck, I began to get dazed from my own horniness as his cock continued to swell with each beat of his heart.
As his dick probed farther into my mouth and throat and his words probed farther into my soul. I was his and he knew it. Clay gripped my head and with a swift pull impaled me fully onto his now totally erect cock. I felt an incredible fullness down my throat, completely blocking my airway. I lurched and gagged.
"None of that." Clay ordered. I obeyed and tried to swallowed my gags somehow.
After lodging his dick down my throat for several beats, Clay pulled me away, leaving me heaving for air. Thick ropes of spit bridged from my mouth to Clay's cock. After barely letting me gulp for air, he again impaled me all the way to the root of his cock, beginning the roughest skull fuck of my life. I braced myself by holding onto his thick, solid rock thighs and fully gave in to his control. My sight began to dim with a mix of tears and oxygen deprivation. I have no idea how long he fucked my face, but just as I felt myself about to slip into unconsciousness, Clay stopped his rough pistoning, leaving about four inches of his cock on my tongue.
Clay was breathing heavily. "Goddam, I thought my dick was going to bust through the back of your faggot skull!" he said breathlessly laughing.
"Whew, I'm going to love filling your belly up with my cum."
I rippled my tongue and slurped on his thick cock as an assent and a thank you. "Fuck," he moaned.
I began to deep throat Clay and moved into a solid rhythm. He'd fully stretched my throat, so no worries about gagging at this point. I pulled off and moved under to lick and lap his balls and taint. His musk was intoxicating. The sweat Clay had worked up was sharp and spicy.
I moaned as my tongue worked his taint. I loved tasting this part of him. I looked up and was awed by how gigantic his cock was. My ass actually quivered.
"Lick my ass, fag." Clay ordered, I moved to lap his asshole. I spread his cheeks and was impressed how even his ass muscles were powerful and strong. Clay didn't exactly have a dump truck, but his ass did fit his overall vibe- thick and stout.
I sniffed his raw, ripe ass and dove in lustily, licking, lapping, and slurping this alpha. Clay moaned and I smiled. Giving him pleasure had become a way to pleasure myself.
"Get on my dick. I'm going to seed your belly, faggot."
Clay was ready and so was I. I leapt back on his dick and sucked with abandon. I felt him getting close to the edge. His entire body tightened as he violently fucked my face. I moved to position his cock for optimum gunnery range. I wanted- I needed- for Clay to cum in my mouth. And cum he did.
"Get ready to taste a real man's seed, bitch," Clay yelled as his first volley of cum coated my mouth. Gush after gush followed as Clay roared in orgasm. I relished the warm, salty slime Clay was gifting me. I knew better than to swallow, so I used my mouth as the catchment for this alpha's seed. As he continued to cum, he pushed his long, thick cock deep down my throat, shooting his last few massive volleys of cum directly into my belly.
"Fuck, that mouth is amazing!" Clay moaned as his orgasm ebbed. He looked down at me and I looked up at my god. He slowly withdrew his battering ram from my throat and mouth.
"Let me see" Clay ordered, I obeyed and opened wide.
"That's right, you like the taste of me, don't you?" I nodded as his cum jostled around in my battered mouth.
Clay moved first one, then two fingers in my open, pliant mouth and probed around my tongue, cheeks, and then into my throat.
"That mouth! Fuck, I can't believe how good your mouth can make me feel." I beamed. I made him feel good. It was all I wanted.
"Ok, time to make my cum part of you. Swallow." Clay ordered; I did.
I closed my lips around his thick fingers and swallowed until every single sperm was in my belly. He twisted his fingers around in my mouth and my tongue played with them. I loved licking and sucking on his fingers and he knew it. He flipped his fingers over and let me lick his fingers as he withdrew them. I lapped at his broad, wide nails as he pulled out. My ass quivered again.
Clay puffed out a laugh. "You are the faggiest of all the fags I've ever fucked, that's for damn sure."
"Thanks?" I said with a laugh. My voice was hoarse from his horse cock's battering.
"I need a drink. Go pour me a double whiskey, neat. Get yourself a gatorade."
I padded over to the kitchen and bar in the far corner of the sex dungeon, near the pommel horse. Nothing but top shelf stuff in this bar built around a counter with porcelain sink. I poured out some Macallan 20-Year-Old in a crystal cut glass. I grabbed myself an ice blue gatoraid from the built-in fridge I hadn't even noticed until I looked for my drink. A fine whiskey for the man and a sports drink for the fag. The differences in status were clear.
Clay had seated himself in the throne-like leather wingback chair. He looked every bit the conquering emperor. I was eager to worship at his alter. I padded across the sex dungeon and handed him his drink.
I instinctively knelt- it didn't feel right for me to stand while he was seated- and looked up as he enjoyed his whiskey. The pink satin panties he'd forced me to wear pulled and pressed in all the wrong ways.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the plush leather.
"Worship my feet, bitch."
I didn't need to be told twice. I lowered myself and began to kiss his still sock covered feet. Something about a pair of big feet really gets my motor running. And this man had some massive feet. Size 14. Long, thick toes with broad, round nails. Perfection. I desperately wanted the real deal- his bare feet. I'd had enough fabric in my mouth for this evening, so in between alternating kissing his socked feet, I worked up the nerve to asked, "Sir, may I remove your socks, please."
Clay laughed. "You had enough of sucking through clothes for today, huh?" He knew what I was thinking, of course.
"Fine, I'll allow it. Just remember how kind I can be... when your worthy of it." Clay sipped some more whisky.
I removed one, then the other of his workout socks. The musk from his feet made my head swim. Jesus, this guys pheromones are potent, just like everything else about him. I went to town worshiping his manly feet. I licked, kissed, smelled, and nuzzled every square inch of each foot. I worked each toe, but especially his big toe- it is the captain of the toes of course- and I treated it as such. My cock strained against the panties. God, I loved everything about where I was and what I was doing. I flipped onto my back and Clay alternated allowing me access to his feet my moving them heel to toe until he placed both massive feet over my face and felt them there for me to lap, kiss, smell, and worship. I'd never felt so satisfied in all things.
Far too soon, Clay used his left foot to slap me. "Ok, foot fag, enough." I leaned up for one more foot kiss.
"Get your ass onto the fuck couch." Clay directed; I went.
I laid down on my back and let my legs lazily spread widely as I pulled my heels in towards my ass. I watched Clay watch me from his throne.
"Wet your fingers and work your ass open for my big dick" Clay ordered. My fingers shot to my mouth and then to my twitching ass. I moved the satin panties aside to allow access to my hole.
I strained my shoulder to pull my hand closer towards my ass and then slipped one, then two of my fingers inside my body. I moaned a moan of hours of pent-up sexual arousal.
"Work yourself open. I want you good and loose up when I decide to fuck you." Clay was still sitting in his chair, god-like. He took his large right hand and stroked his massive cock several times. He was leaking precum. The sight made me incredibly hot.
"Yes, Daddy. I'll be loose, open, and wet for you. Please, please, please. Fuck me. I need it. Please." I panted, in full heat. Clay smirked as I debased myself for him.
"Use both fingers from both of your hands. Your dainty little fingers don't add up to half my girth, much less my length. I'm going to fuck you long and hard tonight and we don't want to ruin that sweet ass of yours." Clay said thickly, with real grit behind his words. He was continuing to loosening up my mind as I was loosening up my asshole.
I moved my left hand down and added two more fingers. I pulled, twisted, stretched, and gyrated to show Clay deep into my bowls.
"Daddy, please come fuck me. Please. Please! I need your cock in me. Fill me up, stretch me out. Kill my cunt. Please. Dear god, I need you in me!" I was hotter than I'd ever been. I would say, or do, or act any way Clay commanded. I needed his cock in me that much. My mind buzzed and my vision spun.
After a few more beats, Clay rose and padded over to the couch. His balls hung heavy, even though he'd already shot a huge load of cum down my throat and into my mouth. His massive dick bounced with real weight as he walked. His cock looked obscene. Like a weapon of war- a thick spear, a javelin missile, a cunt killer.
I kept loosening myself for him as he approached. I knew I'd wait for his next command. I was totally and completely under his sway.
He loomed over me. I could feel the heat from his body again. I'd never wanted anything more than for this mountain of a man to fuck me into next week. I splayed my legs wide and pulled my assring open for him: an invitation.
Clay watched me and waited. I opened myself to the absolute limits. He looked deep into my eyes and I looked back. My breathing turned ragged and he could sense my hunger.
"Fuck, you need this, don't you? You ready for what I'm about to do to you, you fucking lowdown piece of faggot garbage?" Clay spat the last part at me.
"Yes, Daddy, please, yes, I'm ready. I'm not worthy of you, but goddam I need you. I want to use my body to worship you. Please let me. My hole is ready, please, please, please."
I knew how pathetic I must sound, but I was beyond caring. His cock buried root-deep in my ass was my singular focus in life.
A broad, wicked smile spread across Clay's ruggedly handsome face.
"What a sorry excuse for a man you are, begging a dude to fuck you. Opening your ass like a common whore with your own fingers. I'm embarrassed for you. What a fag-cunt you are. A bottom bitch. A cock whore."
He looked at me, hungrily, "Fuck, I'm going to destroy your ass. You won't be able to sit, walk, or wipe your ass for a month after I'm done with you. I'm going to show you how a real man fucks and you'll never be the same."
I melted as he hurled insults my way. The deeper he cut, the more my juices flowed. Clay had unlocked some deep, dark facets of my personality and I was grateful and so, so turned on.
Clay leaned over and plunged his right index finger into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it and I wretched in surprise and he pushed it down my throat. His thick nails scraped against the back of my throat as he forced his way down. I coughed up thick mucus, which covered his thick finger as he withdrew. He allowed my coughing to subside and then he plunged back in with both his index and middle finger, reaching deep into my throat.
I wretched and coughed all over again, adding more throat slime to his fingers. He pulled his fingers away, leaving long ropes of spit between my mouth and his hand. Clay kept his deep brown eyes locked on my eyes as he positioned his fingers near my ass.
Clay then inserted his index finger into my ass past my still-inserted fingers. I felt his large rough finger bash against my fingers and the soft tissue of my asshole. The heat from his body stunned me as he gyrated and flexed his finger. I moaned loudly. Having even just part of him inside me felt amazing.
"What a bitch. You're so in heat... this is going to be fun." Clay said smirking. He'd never broken eye contact.
With that, he pulled his index finger out and then pushed back with both his index and middle fingers deep into my ass. My fingers felt so small next to his broad, thick, manly fingers. I was amazed at how slippery they felt with my throat slime on them. Clay worked my ass with his fingers like a master conductor.
"Take out your fingers and suck them." He ordered, I sucked. My ass was clean, but I still tasted the spice. He pushed deep into me and worked to open me up.
"There, now you've got a real man to finger-fuck you open." He was right. He'd opened me up more in a few moments than I'd done in the last 15 minutes.
"Thank you, Daddy" I said has my ass-tainted fingers slid from my mouth.
"Damn right you should thank me, bitch." Clay said as he withdrew his fingers and, with a wink and a smile plunged them into my mouth and down into my throat. Again, causing me to violently wretch around each large finger. Mucus flowed, fully coating each.
"Perfect." Clay said, laughing at my pained expression before ramming both fingers back into my ass.
My pained expression turned to pleasure as he finger banged me. His long middle finger found my prostrate and he goosed me, causing a paroxysm of pleasure to explode throughout my entire body.
"Ok, I think you're nice and ready." Clay said as he withdrew his fingers. I felt abandoned and my face must have shown that because my alpha laughed, and reached down to palm my face with his massive hand and caressed the side of my face and lips with his thumb.
"Will, I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked. You need to prepare yourself for this. You won't be the same after we're done here. This ass will be mine forever. Are you good with that? Can you handle that?" Clay could tell I was dumb with lust, so he lifted his right hand from its caress of my face and slapped me hard.
Part 5 to come!