Cocky Top

By D L

Published on Sep 19, 2011

Gay

Hey all you men and bottoms out there. It's hard to believe that I'm still getting emails from hungry bottoms that read my stories and are desperate for more. I definitely enjoyed writing them, sharing tips for you Tops how to properly use a bottom and enjoyed hearing from the bottoms out there -- especially the ones who sent me pics of their hot hungry muscled asses.

After I wrote my last stories I started a new job and it was a lot of work. And if I have limited time and need to choose between fucking hot pussyboys and writing about it -- well there's not much of a choice. Is there?

So a few years ago I opened up an account on Recon to see if it would be a good source of hot bottoms. It's mostly a leather s/m fetish site and to be honest it's not a perfect fit for me. I think leather is pretty silly. The guys who look hot in it would look hot in everything and the ones that don't - let's just say I do not need to see any more pasty fat asses hanging out of chaps. I'm not that big on bondage either. I don't really need to tie up a bottom or handcuff him to get him to do what I want. It's hotter knowing that the big muscle stud I'm fucking has the strength and freedom to push me off, but his hungry pussy needs me way too much for him to even consider the idea.

When it comes to s/m I'm not turned on by seeing bottoms in pain. Sure, I usually smirk when they wince or gasp when I fuck them faster and deeper than they're expecting, or when I don't use quite enough lube, but smacking them around or spanking them until their ass is red -- well I just don't get it. However, I do like my bottoms that have already recognized they were born to take care of Cock, and I have a Cock that is worthy of worship, so it's not a complete waste of time. The main problem is that most of the ones worth fucking are not in Chicago.

One guy I was chatting with lives in New York state. He is tall, fit, muscular and smooth. I love fucking guys that are taller than me. I like the mindfuck when I am out in a bar with a tall muscle guy and people assume I'm the bottom. They don't know while they're drinking and gossiping my cum is slowly leaking from the tall bitch's muscle pussy.

Anyway, I could tell when chatting with this particular bottom that he was much more of a total pussy than he wanted to admit. I had seen this dance from bottoms before. Initially he tries to pretend he is an equal -- he calls me "bro" and "stud." His profile describes his role as 50/50 or btm/vers and he posts dick pics in his profile. The act didn't last very long. It never does. The first sign is when he can't stop asking about my Cock. How big is it? Is it thick? How much does it shoot? I know his pussy is dripping wet at the mental picture of It and he's desperate to try to earn it, taste it, and make it squirt.

I decided to test just how "50/50" this pussyboy was. When I asked how long it had been since he topped someone he couldn't remember. Pretty soon after he slpped up and calls me "Sir." For you tops out there, the moment your chat name changes from "bro" or "bud" to "Sir" your bottom has decided he wants your cock in his holes. He has begun his descent into the pussyboy headspace that is so deliciously fun to take advantage of. When his cunt gets wet "Sir" will become your first name and if you want to keep him wet and hungry, make sure he always addresses you that way most of the time. Don't be a dick about it, just assert your position playfully but firmly and he will acquiesce. What else is he gonna do? He's a pussy. ;-)

In one of our early conversations, I asked Mitch about the last time he fucked a man. He admitted to me that about a year ago he had picked up this hot muscle bottom with a perfect fuckable ass, but when the time came to top him, his dicklet didn't cooperate. He just couldn't stay hard enough to fuck him. He was horribly ashamed. I probably should have tried to hide my laughter but it was so damn funny -- well funny and sad. I can't imagine leaving a muscle pussy hungry. It's sadder than that commercial with the neglected pets with the Sarah McLachlan song or those old Sally Struthers ads.

I could tell he was going through some serious internal stress realizing he was just a pussy and his cocklet was about as worthless as a promise from a politician. It can be a rough time for a new cunt. I believe there is a coming out process for pussyboys similar to when they came out the first time as queer. They worry about denying their masculinity, about appearing weak to their friends, about disregarding all the programming they had as boys about how a man should behave and feel ashamed that their hungry cunts control demand real men to use them sexually. It's one reason why so many pussyboys have great muscled bodies. They want to appear masculine on the outside because they know they are not like real men on the inside. Well, that and they realize quickly that the Top to pussy ratio is not in their favor and they have to compete. I took pity on him, despite the fact that he was probably too far away to ever fuck in person, I thought that if anyone could help him realize his true nature, it would be a Top like me.

So Mitch became my community service project. I decided help him develop into the complete pussy that he was destined to be. One early step was to help him come to terms with the fact that his cock is basically useless. A cock on a pussyboy isn't completely useless - it's a nice handle when you want to turn him over to fuck him on his stomach, and it often lets you know when your pussy is lying when he's too ashamed to tell you how much he loves the way you use him -- but other than that I have very little interest in a pussyboy's cock. I mean, if you had a Harley Davidson, would you take a second glance at a Segway? Yea, I didn't think so. It's the same thing.

We chatted online pretty often as I talked him through the process. I was still working too much to fuck a lot, so it was a good diversion and a noble cause. I made his update his profile to 100% bottom take down all the dick pics so he didn't mislead any other pussies on the site looking for real men. He was fun to chat with. He couldn't hear enough about my Cock and how I liked to fuck and how he could be a better pussy.

But it was definitely work. He would fight me from time to time. Accepting himself was not always easy. He resisted when I started calling his dicklet a clit. At first he didn't like it when I called his pecs his tits. But the proper terminology was a necessary part of self-acceptance. I knew how to get him back in line. Whenever he got too rebellious I would tell him to go find that hot muscle bottom and try to fuck him again. That usually shut him up quick and I would get a good laugh. If he whined too much I would just stop returning his messages for a day or two. It didn't take long before my inbox was full with my pussyboy telling me how much his clit was leaking waiting for our next chat, and how he had worked his tits extra hard at the gym for me.

Mitch was slowly accepting the fact that he was a pussy who craved Cock more than air. He was beginning to show it more and more. I didn't tell him to shave his chest and pubes. He did that on his own as he started to accept his status. He would brag about his workouts and diet and hope that he was earning my Cock. He said he felt like his clit was shrinking as he realized how useless it was. That made me smile and it made me hard. I felt like my Cock grew an inch that day. I started calling him "puss" since "boy" no seemed too masculine for him. He would buy jocks in hot pink or lime green to show off his pussy for me and make sure his clit was always demurely covered. He started wearing them all the time, including to his gym. I had to admit the pics got me hard. He had a nice fuckable pussy; I was starting to get frustrated that it was too far away to fuck myself.

Eventually Mitch had to come to Chicago for some reason or other and I decided to let him come to my place to take care of my Cock in person. Yea I know all your cunts are dripping right now but I'm gonna stop here for now. This story is already getting kinda long. I am going to take a break and finish it later. In the meantime, drop me a note. I always like feedback from my readers.

Next: Chapter 4


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