I was in a small Oklahoman town for business in July one night when I got on Craigslist. I was horny as hell and the nearest attractive guy on Grindr was at least 50 miles away. Most businessmen find themselves in large metropolitan areas but that wasn't always the case for me. Being a corporate safety inspector, my job often took me to rural areas that barely had a Walmart within driving distance.
I was there with my business partner, Joe. Joe was my age, but we didn't usually play around with each other. We had known each other for too long and were too good of friends. However, we did hunt for guys together and often had threesomes. It was quite a rush.
Our preference of guys was a bit... unusual, though. We did not go for the beefy construction men like one might think. Instead, we often sought out young, barely legal studs who were inexperienced. We loved showing them a thing or two and enjoying their just developing bodies.
Some people called us sick, but hey.. it was what we got off on. So we set the age filter on Craigslist from 18 to 20 and did a search. One ad in particular caught our eyes. It read: `Looking for daddy' and described a local teen wanting an older man to show him a thing or two. We could not believe our eyes. Just what we wanted, in a town of 500 people?
We sent him an email and asked for pics, but he said he was very discrete and could not show us pictures because he did not want to be outed to his town. We understood, so we asked if he could meet tonight. He told us he could, but admitted to us that he was only 16. He went on to explain that 16 was Oklahoma's age of consent and with some perverted talking, he convinced us to let him come to our room.
We gave him our room number and minutes later we heard the loud engine of a truck outside our room. We were in an old shabby looking motel with parking directly outside the doors. There was a knock at our door so we opened it up. A rugged looking guy was at our door, and although he looked young, he did not appear to be the typical twink we thought he'd be.
He was wearing a dirty ball cap, a tight fitting t-shirt, grass stained blue jeans and boots with spurs. We kind of stood with our mouths open gaping as he invited himself in the room. He was much taller than either of us. We both stood at 5'10 and he must have been 6'6.
"You-you're 16?" I found the courage to ask after getting over my initial shock.
"Yeah." he said as he pulled out a wallet and showed me his driver's license. I checked the date on the Under 18 Until' part and slowly handed it back to him. The name had read Bryson'.
"You don't.. look like a twink." Joe said quietly and a bit nervously as the teen locked the door's locks.
"Naw." Bryson said. "Actually I had something different in mind." he said as he put his hands behind his head, exposing intimidating biceps and full patches of armpit hair.
Joe and I looked at each other uneasily. Without requiring further invitation, he went on.
"I've always wanted to crush a man's spirit. You know, make him feel like garbage. That would turn me on." he said.
"Sorry Bryson. That's not really what we are into." I said.
"Oh, maybe I forgot to mention. The hottest part about this," he started as he looked me straight in the eyes, "is that the guy wouldn't have a choice." he smirked.
"Look, kid. There's two of us. We are grown men. You need to leave before you get hurt." Joe said.
"Hurt?" he asked incredulously. "Are YOU going to hurt me?" his boots were loud as he walked across the room till he was inches from Joe. It was such an intimidating sight: Bryson was very, very thickly built. He wasn't fat, but he was obviously a corn-fed guy. Joe was pretty skinny, and adding that Bryson was nearly a foot taller than Joe made it even worse.
"I'm not above hitting a man in the balls." Joe said as his voice shook.
"Do it. Knee me in my balls, I don't care. Do it." Bryson coaxed.
"Fucking do it, Joe!" I said, feeling kind of antsy.
Joe swung his knee at Bryson's crotch area but Bryson didn't flinch as Joe's knee made contact.
"Yeah, that didn't hurt." Bryson said dangerously. "Why don't I try?" Bryson said.
"No!" Joe yelled out. "Do something, Matt!" he cried out to me.
I stood, immobilized by fear, as I watched Bryson get closer to Joe.
"Matt!" Joe screamed out as Bryson grasped Joe's pubic area through his shorts with a calloused hand and lifted Joe easily into the air.
Joe began to scream as I watched Bryson's powerful forearms contract into a full flexion as he squeezed Joe's genitals.
Suddenly, and without a word, Bryson released his grip and let Joe fall harshly to the floor. He pivoted and began to advance towards me. I backed away like a scared child against a corner of the room and began to murmur furiously.
"Please, no." I said softly. But the teen had a look of pure aggression on his face. I had no idea what he was going to do to me. He stopped walking before he got too close to me, and began undressing himself casually. He took off his shirt to expose two meaty pecs, and proceeded to undo his belt. His legs were exposed as he dropped his jeans, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched them flex with unmatchable power.
His thighs were thicker than my chest around. I gaped without even caring if he noticed. I had never seen such muscular legs on a man, let alone a teenager.
He finished by removing his boots and long, black socks. Then he turned around once more so I was facing his backside, and he began backing up towards me. Eventually, his hairy ass was inches from my face. He began grinding his ass in my face, and he burrowed my face so deep inside his ass that I couldn't see anything.
"Take a nice, big whiff." he commanded in his thick, Southern accent. I did as I was told and the odor I was exposed to made me wish I was back home in Seattle. It was unforgivable putrid. I was so shocked and overwhelmed by the smell. I was unaware a teen could stink so bad.
I flinched as he let out a long, loud fart and I was forced to smell its entire duration. I suddenly felt him pull away from me, and when I could see again, I saw Joe's head trapped between Bryson's thick, hairy thighs. Bryson was still facing away from me, and Joe was facing me. He was on his knees, futilely trying to pry apart Bryson's deadly grip.
"Hel-!" Joe tried to scream for help but suddenly lost his breath. I watched in horror as I saw Bryson's vascular hamstrings flex and contract as he constricted Joe between his legs. He was not shaking or anything. He stood with perfect form, knees slightly bent, as he squeezed Joe until Joe began to turn extremely red. His temporal veins were showing themselves as the blood in his face yearned for oxygen.
Bryson suddenly pulled his legs apart and I watched Joe drop to the ground with a thud. His breathing was shallow and he looked quite delirious. He tried to crawl towards the door but Bryson lazily nudged him towards the wall where I was with his powerful feet.
"Isn't this fun?" Bryson laughed. I simply watched in horror as I tried to predict his next move. "Y'all look so surprised." he said.
"I have never met a teenager who was so strong.." I said slowly.
"Aw come on, y'all ain't that much weaker than me!" he snickered.
"Please, just let us go." I said weakly.
"What fun would that be? We haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet." he smirked. He put a meaty hand around his thick penis and said, "Now, who is going to drink from my penis?"
I watched him, confused and silent.
Joe spoke up weakly. "What.. do.. you.. mean?" he said as he was slowly regaining his rhythm of breathing.
Bryson didn't say anything. Instead, he closed his eyes and kept his penis held steadily. Before we could react, a stream of hot, yellow piss erupted from Bryson's piss slit. It burned like no other, and God did it reek! It hit us in the face with full force as he directed it from me to Joe, back and forth.
After what seemed like forever, it was over with. I watched in pure amazement as Bryson looked at us with a smile. "Y'all look so cute, drenched in my piss and trembling at my feet."
Joe looked at me weakly and I nodded my head. We rose to our feet quickly and charged at Bryson, who suddenly looked serious. Only Joe got a hit in as his fist collided with Bryson's stomach. It sounded like Joe had hit a brick wall. Bryson did not play lightly: he slammed Joe into the bed and threw me against the wall.
"Y'all wanna play rough? We can get rough." Bryson said, still seriously. He walked over to Joe and slapped him so hard across the face that I thought Joe was going to cry.
He turned and approached me, and I flinched before I even knew what he was going to do. He simply sat on me, so my face was buried in his ass again. But the weight of his tall body was crushing my face, and it soon became very painful.
"Let him go!" I could hear Joe yelling.
"If you don't shut your mouth, I will rearrange your fuckin' teeth." I heard Bryson say in a dangerous voice. Needless to say, I didn't hear Joe say anything else. After Bryson painfully grinded his ass in my face, he stood up and approached the bed. He easily pushed Joe off into the floor and laid down on the bed. His big feet hung off the edge, and he commanded us to kiss them.
We did what he said without disobeying. He had shown us just how ruthless he could be! As we kissed his big, smelly feet, I watched him rubbing his thick cock which was ever growing. He must have really liked having his feet kissed.
He commanded Joe to stand up, so he did. Bryson got up off the bed and stood beside Joe, who began to tremble. Bryson grabbed Joe's penis and his own and held them side by side.
"I think it is pretty pathetic how small your dick is compared to mine. I'm a fuckin' teenager and you are a grown man." Bryson said sternly.
"I know, sir." Joe said weakly. The difference between their cocks was embarrassing. Bryson's had to be at least twice as long.
"Well, come on. Get on it." Bryson said as he sat on the bed.
"Wh-what?!" Joe asked.
"You are gonna ride my cock." Bryson said.
"I don't have any lube." he said.
"You aren't getting any." Bryson said seriously.
"I can't ride that without lube! It's massive!" Joe said shrilly.
Bryson got out of bed again and looked down at Joe.
"Did I fuckin' ask?" Bryson said as he touched his chest against Joe's face.
"Huh? Did I fuckin' ask?" Bryson continued as he began pushing Joe against a wall.
"DID I FUCKIN' ASK YOU, BITCH BOY? HUH? DID I FUCKING ASK? NO! No, I did not fuckin' ask! Turn your ass around. TURN AROUND!" he demanded. I saw Joe actually jump in fright as he scaredly turned around against the wall.
I was spellbound as I watched Bryson begin to barehandedly whoop Joe's ass. His spanks were so powerful that it made MY ass raw.
"Oh my good God..." I muttered to myself as I watched Joe's ass quickly turn red. Bryson did not show any sign of getting tired as he continued to spank Joe, who was in full tears now.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry." Joe cried.
Bryson, without showing any remorse, threw Joe face down onto the bed and mounted him. I watched him as he brutally shoved his dry cock into Joe's asshole. I knew Joe hadn't taken a cock in years; his hole had to be tight.
I flinched even more as Bryson began pumping through Joe's blood curdling screams into the pillow. I watched Bryson's back and arms flex each time he thrusted, and I felt myself getting hard.
I watched Joe being made Bryson's bitch right before my eyes; a scene I would never be able to expel from my memory. Bryson continued to pump until his rhythm became faster and more forceful. I began stroking myself harder and harder.
Bryson turned to me with a fire in his eyes and said, "You are going to cum in his face. I'm gonna fill his asshole with so much cum it's gonna overflow."
I didn't dare protest. As unusual as Bryson was for a teenager, he still had the familiar expression on his face as approached climax. I watched as he began bucking harder and looked up with his eyes closed. I allowed myself to get closer and closer until Bryson began to yell in a deep voice, "I'm coming!" I let myself reach orgasm and felt spurts of cum flow from my cock into Joe's weary looking face. It drizzled down his cheek and onto the bed.
Bryson kept bucking faster and faster until I saw cum literally flowing out of Joe's asshole.
"There's so much cum.. so much cum." I could hear Joe saying tersely.
Bryson hopped up off of the bed, his dick still oozing cum and swinging vulgarly from thigh to thigh. He got dressed before looking to me and asking, "So bud, what kind of money do you make?"
I was kind of taken aback but I decided now would not be a good time to ignore him. "I make $60,000 a year." I said sheepishly.
"Oh, okay. I was kind of thinking you could be good for something but I guess not. I make more than that with just doing random welding jobs." he laughed.
"You can't be a welder.. you're only 16." I said.
"This is backwoods Oklahoma. You think they give a fuck? Anyway, let me know next time you're in town." he smirked at me.
"Oh and, some advice for you in the future: don't piss off a redneck like me. We don't show mercy to anyone." he said as glanced at Joe, whose ass was still twitching as cum oozed out on the bed. With that, he put on his ball cap and exited the room. Leaving the door open, I saw our dominator climb into a black Dodge and drive away. I felt myself feeling a sick sense of pleasure and I hoped and prayed my work would lead me back to this backwater Oklahoman town.