It happened several years ago and it changed my entire perception of myself as an alpha...a top.
I had a great career, good income, travel and a nice condo in Midtown. Life was good. I hadn't been too successful at relationships, but that didn't matter much to me. I had a couple of regular bottom boys that took care of my needs whenever I wanted. Even a married guy who arrived on-call from down the street practically any time day or night.
First of all, let me describe myself. I'm Irish and English, handsome, bald/buzzed, muscular, hairy chest, solid thighs, trimmed beard. My hair is brown with a touch of red here and there. I could be considered a ginger if the lighting is right. I have nice pecs, solid arms and a beefy, solid ass. I work out. My cock is average....6c but thick and nice. I am 5'11", 190. At the time of this story I was 44.
On the night in question, I was restless and horny. It was a 4-day dry spell...scheduling problems with each of my buds. I wanted a willing mouth and ass and I needed it right now - I was on a mission. I found him on CL - his name was Jordan. He was perfect - Asian, 25, 5'6", 135, cute, smooth and eager to please.
We connected at his place an hour later. He lived a few blocks away and I decided I didn't want the hassle of tossing him out after I finished using him - at least that was my mindset. When I got there he'd had a couple of drinks and he was horned-up. He was over-eager in that annoying, twinkish way. I would have bailed on any other day, but my cock was doing the thinking. We got naked and he started working my pecs and my nips like a good boy. But he made a lot of noise, bit me too hard and generally turned me off more than he turned me on. No doubt he was cute....if he'd only keep his mouth shut.
I normally take control in these kinds of situations. I would typically pull him off, sit him down and explain what daddy likes (and what he doesn't like). But something different was happening this time. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't seem to act. My cock had gone soft, which left me feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. Meanwhile, Jordan continued to maul me. He slapped my pecs and bit them, all the while begging me to fuck him. I laid down on the bed and he attacked my cock with his mouth. No response....I simply couldn't get hard. He continued the diatribe about how much he needed my cock in his hole and how hot he thought I was, but I could also sense his frustration. I was still on my back when he rotated 90 degrees and abruptly shoved his cock into my face. I was shocked...surprised. I froze. And then he said "C'Mon Daddy, open up". And I did.
My entire persona as an alpha, as a top came crashing down with that single action. I had lost control and I felt like I was having an out of body experience. Jordan continued coaxing my cock, but he was also enjoying my mouth with the eagerness of a 25yo. His cock was 4.5" and thin. It fit perfectly into my mouth and he could slide it into my throat without gagging me. He took full advantage of his position to do so - and I mustered no resistance. This fem little twink was face-fucking me and I just laid there....at least at first. I don't know how much time passed, but I began to swirl my tongue around his cock and participate. As soon as he felt me start to tongue his cock he began to get more aggressive. He rabbit-fucked my throat 2 or 3 times, then pulled out completely to cool off for a few seconds. After he calmed, he did it again. And again. At first, he continued to work my limp cock. But after a couple minutes, he just stopped and focused on his own pleasure. This went on for a while when he abruptly stood up, hooked his hands under my armpits and dragged me so that my head was hanging off the bed. I outweigh this skinny twink by over 50 pounds, yet he was manhandling me. And I let him.
Once he got me to the edge of the bed he let go. But when he realized my head wasn't hanging far enough off the bed he told me to scoot toward him. I was still frozen, in a daze when he grabbed my right nip, squeezed it hard and said "Scoot!". I scooted immediately and hung my head off the bed. I knew what was coming - I'd done this hundreds of times to my bottom boys. But I was helpless to stop it. I wanted to stand up, spank this twink's ass and put him in his place. But my limp cock and battered ego just let it happen. Jordan rested his small hand on my chest, lined up his rock-hard Asian cock, shoved it down my throat and held it there for a few seconds. Then he took a nice long stroke and did it again. And again. After the fourth time he pulled his cock completely out and watched me as I tried to go after it, shocking myself. I caught his eye and the look he gave me was intense. He studied me. Then to my horror, he looked up and saw it. My own cock...rock hard. I realized it was happening as soon as the head of his dick hit my throat the first time. I was fully hard after he'd done it twice. On his 3rd stroke I had nearly cum.
Jordan smiled at me - a genuine smile. "Well Daddy, it looks like we finally found something that makes you hard, didn't we?" It wasn't really a question, so I didn't speak. I was afraid. Then he said, "What happened to Mr Alpha Top?" When I didn't respond, he brushed the tip of his cock over my lips, leaving a string of his precum. I admit it...I moaned out loud. Then he said "Well?"
In a quiet voice, I responded "I'm not sure". Jordan looked at me for a solid minute, neither of us speaking. His cock was just above my face and his precum had drooled on my cheek and nose. He wasn't mean or cruel, but he had changed in some fundamental way. And I realized in that moment that he was calling the shots - all of them. I would do exactly what he said from this point forward. We'd shared something significant - he had watched my persona shatter before his eyes. All I wanted was to keep it between the two of us - I was horrified that someone would find out. But I think Jordan wanted something else. He had discovered a power he didn't realize he had. Up to this point, I am certain he'd always thought of himself as a bottom boy...even submissive. But I knew instantly that what happened tonight had changed him. Maybe not with everyone, but Jordan was no longer a bottom with me. He knew. I knew it. And it was clear that Jordan was about to prove it to me.
When I came out of my thoughts, it was because Jordan had slapped me across the face. "Get on all fours", he said. I scrambled to do what he wanted. I yelped the first time his hand struck my right ass cheek. And again when he struck the left. He spanked me continually for a full minute, until his hand was aching and my ass was red and sore. At first I tried to move away from him but he clamped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I was taller...I outweighed him....I was far stronger. I could have broken him in two. But when he squeezed my shoulder I stopped resisting. And he needed no further confirmation that I was his. He was the alpha.
"From now on you are going to be a good boy for me. Spread your cheeks...I want a taste of that DadPussy." DadPussy? Was he kidding? WTF?? But my resistance barely registered before I saw him move. He snatched the belt from his skinny jeans and slammed it across my ass. Hard. When I reacted by rising up, he started beating me with it. The old me (from 20 minutes ago) would have taken him down. The new me cringed, jumped to the floor, curled in a ball, protected myself. I was being disciplined like a bitch by some smooth, little Asian twink. He stopped after 8 or 10 lashes. I looked up and saw him standing there in all his twink glory. Godlike. Cute little cock standing out in front of him. Harsh look in his eyes. I would resist no more...he had crushed me. He said "What did I tell you to do?" I lunged for the bed on all fours and spread my cheeks....just like he had ordered me to.
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