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Marcus and his mistake ? Part 1
Marcus is a 34-year-old manager who?s travelling a lot across the country. This means he stays a lot alone at hotels in different cities. He?s often told he looks like the perfect son-in-law: handsome, straight acting and in good shape as he works out regularly. He?s not into role-play and the artificial boring stuff you see in gay porn. But he likes to watch straight porn with rough tops that hatefuck sluts mercilessly until you see how uncomfortable they are. Humiliating them by making them lick their feet, shoving dick and finger in ass and mouth, fucking their assholes until its wide open and making them their cum whore. He fantasizes a lot about what it would feel like to be one of these girls.
One of the last hot summer evenings he was watching porn and wanking for quite some time watching these muscular tops degrading sluts mercilessly. That?s when a guy on planetromeo chatted him up. The profile didn?t say much, but it was a guy who he?d normally wouldn?t go for. A little smaller than he, not as good in shape and a littles less than average in looks.
?Hey there, I?m Mike and I?m looking for a real slut, do you want to come over?? Marcus answered, ?Depends, what are you looking for?? Mike answered, ?Just a cock-hungry whore who knows his place and how to please a real top.?
As turned on as Marcus was at that point it totally hit the right spot. So he asked: ?What r u into? Mike answered:? I won?t write you a script. Tell me what?s off limit and I?ll stick to that. Other than that it?s my decision. It?s about my satisfaction, not yours.?
This got Marcus intrigued. He answered ?Sure, but I only play safe, clean and discreet. And I don?t like brutal, dirty or unsafe. But I like so suck cock and be dominated.?
?Are you sure you?re up for a real top? I don?t do vanilla. And I don?t do quickies.? That got him even more intrigued and he replied ?Yes, I like it rough. Like the sluts in straight porn. It?s all about the tops satisfaction.?. Mike answered, ?I don?t fuck at the first date. Lets check your oral-skills and then take it from there. Where?s your hotel??
Marcus didn?t want anyone at his hotel as he was travelling on business. So he asked to meet at Mike?s place. Mike said he?ll meet Marcus outdoors, but he was to afraid to do this, so he wrote that he?d prefer it ti meet at Mike?s place. Mike just gave him a street corner as address and instructions to wear shorts, tanktop, sneakers without socks and no underwear. Marcus put the clothes on, grabbed his wallet, keys and phone, called a cab and was on his way. In the cab his pulse started racing.
When he arrived Mike was leaning at a lamppost, plastic bag in one hand and smoking with the other. He checked him out from head to toe and asked Marcus to follow him. It was a very warm summer evening, nearly as hot as during the day. They walked along the street without talking. As they came to a bridge that crossed a highway, Mike turned sideways into a kind of Forrest. Marcus asked: ?Is this the way to your place?? Mike answered ?I?m not taking sluts I don?t know to my place.? and kept on walking. Marcus was not sure where this was going, but he was so horny by then that he followed.
Cars were driving by below them to our left, and a kind of stonewall was to their right. You couldn?t see much, just from the light of drive by cars and the moon. Marcus turned several times around to see if someone else was there but they were alone. After 7 min walk Mike stopped and said: ?Strip.?
?Here?? Marucs was nervous and felt unsure. The lights of the cars below us driving by were flickering through the trees. ?Yes, here. I don?t have all night. Strip. Now.? Marcus didn?t know why, but he complied and turned off his clothes. His heart was racing but he was also rock hard. Mike grinned and put the plastic bag in front of him. ?Here put your clothes in the plastic bag, so they don?t get dirty. Get on your knees and look down.? Marcus did as he was told. Mike turned around put the bag somewhere on the ground, came back and leaned against the wall and just looked at the naked sub in front of him.
Marcus felt vulnerable. He was nervously looking around every time the wind made a sound. What if someone does walk his dog and comes by? The light of the passing cars, the summer breeze, the sound of moving trees?and the fear of someone catching us?scared the shit out of him. But also excited him at the same time. he leaked precum without even touching himself.
?Look up? Marcus could only see him for fractions every time a car came by. He grabbed his head with both hands and pushed it against his crotch. Hard. Marcus tried to push him away but he was stronger. His belt buckle hit his head, but he kept going. ?Show me how much you want my dick. Show me how slutty you are.?? He wouldn?t let go of Marcus? head, his hands pressed against his thighs, but he slowly got used to it and started rubbing his mouth over his pulsating dick. He licked and bit it through the jeans.
All of a sudden, the fear of getting caught, the nakedness in nature, all of it made him horny as hell. ?That?s a good whore. See, all sluts are the same. First they say they don?t want to do something. But as a Top I know what sluts like you need. Right? I asked you something?? With that he slapped Marcus. He immediately replied ?yes sir, you know what I need.? Mike grunted.
?Good boy. Now take it out of my jeans and put it in your mouth.? Marcus couldn?t wait and did as Mike said, ?Put out your tongue and open wide.? He did as he said and with one push he shoved his dick back in his throat and held his head firmly in his grip. ?That?s it boy, stay like this.? Marcus started gagging, he tried to push him away by pushing against his muscular thighs, but Mike was too strong. Marcus was running out of air and felt like he was seeing stars. As he thought he could go no more, Mike let go and Marcus gasped for air. Just as he inhaled enough Mike shoved his dick back in and held him again against his groin until he almost ran out of air again. After 5 more times he pushed him away and Marcus coughed and breathed heavily for air. His dick was rock hard.
Mike just watched him and slowly stroked his cock. ?What are you, boy?? Marcus was breathing heavily and didn?t answer. Slap. ?I said, what are you, boy?? ?I?m a slut.? I can?t hear you, what r u? ?I?m a slut, sir!? That?s right, boy. And what is your job?? ?To please you, sir? ?That?s right. And how do you do that?? ?By doing what you say, sir?.
?Good boy. Now come here. I got something special for you.? With that Mike pulled a poppers bottle out of his pocket and held it under his nose. ?Here, inhale deep. And relax.? Marcus didn?t knew what he was up to, probably more throat fucking. Mike put it under his nostrils, each several times until he was completely high. ?That?s it boy. One more. Good boy. Now repeat what you?ve just learned. Tongue out and open wide.?
As Mike placed his cock on Marcus? tongue he slided into his throat, but this time just held it there. As Marcus? gag reflex was more trained by then he didn?t gag. ?Breath through your nose.? Marcus did as told. Suddenly he felt liquid running down his throat. And a moment later the taste kicked in. Mike was pissing in his moutg ?Yes boy, that?s it, swallow?
Marcus panicked and tried to pull away, but his head was firmly in Mike?s grip ?no no no, you stay right here and swallow? Marcus started coughing and gagging and was near to throwing up. Piss was running out of his mouth and down his body, tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was starting to get nauseous from the taste. He never had piss in his mouth before and it was disgusting, degrading and awful. His horniness was all of a sudden gone. Out of reflex Marcus bit Mikes cock. Just a little bit, but enough for mike to pull it out and slap him hard.
He had seen it in porn and found the scenes interesting. But experiencing it was something different. He felt disgusted, ashamed, humiliated. This was much more then he had anticipated. ?You?re a slut. Sluts swallow piss. Now open up and drink it down.? Marcus panicked. ?I said I don?t like dirty, why are you doing this?? ?I?m not shitting on you, am I? And you said you want to be treated like a slut. Sluts swallow piss. I don?t have time for this, I need to piss now; I either piss in the bag with your clothes or in your mouth. Your decision.?
Mike took the plastic bag with Marcus? clothes and pointed his dick in it. Marcus couldn?t believe it. He was stunned and also still coughing. The thought of having to wear pissed clothes to go back to his business hotel was even scarier. He had no time to think. ?Stop! Please! Don?t do it.?
?Then swallow. It?s easy. You already swallowed it. Don?t overthink it. Take poppers and open up.? Before Marcus knew what happened Mike threw the plastic bag to the side, put the bottle underneath his nostrils and barked ?Inhale. Now. Harder. Again. And again. That?s it. Good boy. Now put your mouth back on my cock and close it around it. Don?t move and don?t spill any.?
Marcus? head and heart were racing, this was all happening so fast. Before he realized it, Mike?s cock was back in his mouth and he started pissing again. ?That?s it. Good boy. See, you can do it.? High on poppers Marcus managed to swallow three big gulps but then the poppers high was gone and all of a sudden the realization and the taste kicked in again. He started to gag again, but this time Mike was prepared and pulled out before Marcus could harm him. Slap Slap ?If that?s what you want, fine by me.?
Mike grabbed the bag. ?No please, don?t. I beg you, please don?t. I need to go back to the hotel. Pleeease, sir, don?t piss on my clothes.? Marcus was nearly crying at that point.
?That?s why I hate beginners.? Mike tossed the bag, grabbed Marcus by his head by my hair and started pissing on my face, my chest and all over me. His piss was strong and yellow. He pissed over Marcus? hair, face, and body until he was totally covered. First it was warm, after he finished it immediately became chilly. He shook the last drips on his face, as you do over a urinal. ?Now say thank you.? Marcus tried to spit out the taste and also had trouble seeing as his eyes were stinging from the piss. Mike pressed his cock at Marcus mouth ?Now lick it clean.?
He did, but he was dizzy, disgusted and in shock, so he did it really half hearted. That?s when he slapped Marcus again. ?What is this? What a fucking loser you are. I said you should thank me!?
Now Mike was really annoyed. ?Useless piece of shit. Should have stayed at home. Fucking amateurs.? He pulled Marcus? head near his dick, firm grip on his hair, so hard it hurt. And he jerked off on his face. He smeared his dick across Marcus face. ?What a disappointment? and with that he pulled up his pants, turned around and left without another word.
Marcus was kneeling naked in the dirt, piss drenched, cum on his face and still in shock. It took a moment for me to sink in what just happened. By the time Marcus grabbed the plastic bag with his clothes Mike was already out of sight. By then he was nearly dry again, so he put his clothes back on. But he reeked of Mikes strong piss and cum from head to toe.
He called a cab and hoped that the driver wouldn?t smell it on him. As he sat in the cab, he pulled down the window in hope that the fresh air would drench out the smell. But the wind kept pushing the smell back in his nostrils. His mind was racing, the whole situation was replaying in his head. And all of a sudden his dick got hard again. He couldn?t believe it. ?How can it be? Why does this turn me on?? Back in his hotel room, instead of showering he stripped again and immediately started to jerk himsel off while replaying the whole thing in his mind. And he came. Hard. Three times.
Then he showered and got to bed. As he was setting the alarm clock on his phone he saw that there was one new message on his LinkedIn Profile. It was Mike. His heart started racing again. ?How does he know my name??
?Hey slut, that was disappointing. You owe me. Good thing is, as I put your clothes in the bag I got one of your credit cards. As a make sure. I had a feeling I would be needing it. How right I was. And don?t get any wrong ideas, now I know your name, where you work and who your colleagues are. So if you want your card back and make sure nobody gonna find out what a slut you are, you have to earn it back. And for that you have to put a lot more effort into it. I?ll meet you again tomorrow, same time, same place. This time rinsed and willing. Otherwise??
By then Marcus was wide awake and his heart was pounding.
To be continued.
Thanks for reading. If you have any comments please let me know. I'd like to continue on the story. marcusbyron@gmx.net