From Dominant Top to Faggot Whore

By moc.koolyag@lenoil

Published on May 21, 2017

Gay

This story is dedicated to Daddy Joe, who inspired it. It is a work of fiction (with real life experience mixed in). Your feedback to the above address is always welcome (or to Lionel-Bln or bondbotbln on gay websites).

Meeting Joe

I often went to the "Eagle", a local gay bar, where I could easily find prey for my sexual desires: I liked to dominate younger guys, and if I didn't meet new guys, I always could hook up with one of the regulars. On that particular night, I was about to give up on new acquaintances and get re-involved with Tommy, a small guy I had dominated several times. Actually, his name was Tom and he didn't like to be called Tommy, but I called him so all the same. We would have been the ideal match, but he had learned a lot from me and showed some dominant tendencies as well, which I didn't like that much. He had begun an affair with a very submissive guy, called Lenny, the bar's slut, and so easy to conquer that I didn't consider him worthwhile prey. Fortunately, Tom always gave in when I was nearby and accepted me as his natural superior. It actually dawned on me that I could fuck them both that night ...

It was at that moment that I realized that somebody was checking me out: an Asian guy, probably younger than me and about my height, dressed in leather pants, his chest only covered with a leather harness. I liked what I saw and felt immediately attracted to him. We exchanged looks although we weren't standing far from each other. I just didn't have the courage to speak (which is unusual for me). Fortunately, he broke the ice by telling me matter-of-factly: "Looks like you wanna buy me a drink." We both laughed and I did as I was told. We introduced ourselves and I learned that his name was Joe. We had talked for a little while, when he started to unbutton my leather shirt. I wanted to protest, but meeting his hypnotic stare, I let him proceed. He complimented me on my tits while he pinched them. I didn't dare to draw away. I really wanted to fuck this guy, so I didn't hesitate when he told me to take off my shirt, and when he took me by the hand and guided me to the backroom of the bar, I followed him, dreaming about his butt and fantasizing what I would do to it. A good spanking seemed to be in order, just to show who was in charge, as actually, he had started out quite arrogantly.

The backroom wasn't too crowded. There were some guys kissing and one giving a blow job. I usually have guys kneel before me, licking my crotch before they blow me, and I intended to start off that way, but this time was different: it was me who was kneeling before a guy. I felt a bit awkward, because I didn't want to lose my reputation as a dominant top and fucker. On the other hand, I wanted to make this gorgeous man feel happy. I licked his crotch through his leather pants. Then he pushed me back, made me open my mouth and stick out my tongue, just to spit on it. I sincerely hoped that nobody saw this, because I felt degraded. At the same time, this just felt right. My cock was throbbing inside my leather trousers, but not for long, since I was ordered to push them down. He patted me on the head and said "good boy", before he took out his prick and held it in front of my head. I kissed the hard tip. He took my head and shoved it on his dick very unceremoniously. I tried to relax while he deep-throated me, but it didn't come easy to me. I began to sweat.

It took me some time to get really into it, but when I looked up towards his chest, my kneeling and cock-sucking really felt right. I had forgotten the world around me, when Joe suddenly pushed me back, spat me in the face again and then draw me up to him. He kissed me and turned me around. I realized only now that there were quite some spectators around us, among them Tom who was given a blow job by Lenny. Tom smiled a wicked smile at me. Joe embraced me from behind and then pushed the upper part of my body down. He spread my cheeks and was obviously about to lick my ass. That would put me in control again. I smiled back at Tom--equally wickedly, because he knew only too well how much I liked my ass to be licked. My smile didn't last long, because instead of his tongue, I felt his dick at my hole. And he shoved it inside like he meant it. I gasped audibly. I was sort of a virgin, where my ass was concerned. And Joe had taken me by surprise. Watching me being fucked, drove Tom over the edge and he came into Lenny's mouth. They both laughed and Tom whispered something into Lenny's ear. He came over and kissed me with his mouth full of cum. For the first time, I tasted Tom's seed, whom I had fucked so often. But now it was me who was fucked, literally and figuratively.

The fucking was rather rough, but surprisingly I loved every moment of it, and my dick showed that very clearly. I even started to moan words like "fuck me", "breed me". I just couldn't help encouraging my beautiful fucker, who embraced me from behind and played with my tits. It seemed so very right, when his dick was buried deeply within me. Lenny, the slut, began to blow my dick, but I didn't even realize it at first, because I was so concentrated on the dick inside me. It grew bigger and bigger and then it burst inside me. I came exactly at the same time--just from being fucked and manhandled.

Lenny got up and kissed me. Tasting my own sperm was another new experience from me, but nothing compared to the taste of my Daddy's semen, which he made me lick off his dick. So at the end of the night, I was once again on my knees with Daddy Joe's dick in my mouth, his hand patting me on the head: "Good boi!"

I had been fucked.

Next: Chapter 2


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