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Previously:
Al rose to leave, hesitated, put a hand on my cheek and kissed me slowly, sensually. I actually moaned into his mouth. "Don't get used to that", he grinned. Then he was gone...
Characters:
Me (John): WM, 44, 6', 200, 6c, ginger, hairy, muscular/built Boss: Asian twink, 26, 5'6", 130, 7c, smooth/lean, alpha/dom Don: WM, 38, 5'9", 210, 7.5c, nerd at bathhouse Quentin: WM Twink, 25, 5'9, 155, 7c, smooth, blond Doug: Quentin's BF, Latino, 25, 6', 180, 8uc, musc, smooth, sub/bottom Colin: My co-worker, white, 30, 5'7", 125, 9c (extremely thick), skinny, smooth, fem, total alpha Al: (Colin's friend), Jewish, 5'8, 150, smooth, 6c Jun: (Colin's roommate), Chinese, 28, 6'1", 160, 3.5uc
My Dom Asian Twink - Part 16
I stayed home again Saturday night....the week had been a whirlwind. Who am I kidding, the DAY had been a whirlwind. I cooked a light meal and settled back to read. I was getting ready for bed at 11p when I got a text from a friend. The pic was Doug. He was collared, dressed scantily and being led around the bar by Boss. Doug looked happy and I think Boss tapped into something Doug needed last night. But this would be hard for Quentin to accept, especially since Doug was allowing himself to be paraded publicly. Although I doubted Doug had a vote in the matter. After last night, Boss would be calling the shots for Doug in the foreseeable future.
I'd been asleep a couple of hours when the doorbell rang. WTF? I pulled-on some shorts and stumbled to the front door. When I opened it, Boss shoved Doug into my foyer and closed the door behind him. Doug fell to his knees immediately, collared and looking pretty wasted. I turned to Boss and explained that Quentin was like family to me, that he could not bring Doug here under any circumstances. I expected a bad reaction but Boss surprised me, appearing to mull it over. I knew Doug lived with his parents and I suspected that Boss couldn't host. "I'm going to fuck him here tonight and you are going to watch. But I won't bring him back here anymore", Boss decided. I started to tell Boss "no" when he interrupted me. "You will do this for me or else I'll beat you worse than the last time", he stated flatly, looking at me with contempt. To underscore his point, he undid his belt and pulled it from the loops.
I'm man enough to admit it, Boss frightens me. There is something unpredictable about him. To an outside observer, this situation would look ridiculous. Doug and I were both 6 feet tall and built, muscular. Boss was 5'6", 130lbs. But I knew Doug would never lift a finger to protect me. And I still had a couple bruises from the last encounter with Boss, when he beat me badly and whipped me with a belt. My mind screamed "Kick them out", but I was frozen with fear. Boss walked calmly to me and kneed me hard in the balls. I groaned in pain and doubled-over. When I did, he began to rain-down blows with the belt on my ass, my legs, my shoulders until I was on my knees with my hands over my head in a defensive position. Then he stopped abruptly, grabbed Doug by the collar and dragged him to my bedroom. I was rubbing my aching balls when I heard him start whipping Doug. Doug was screaming and begging and I could hear the blows raining down on him. I heard noise as something was knocked off my bedside table. I heard Doug plead for forgiveness. I managed to stand and I realized that I wasn't hurt badly...Boss had scared me more than he had injured me. Meanwhile, Boss was using his fists on Doug. I could hear the blows landing and Doug's cries of pain. Part of me wanted to go help Doug, who might have gotten-in over his head. But part of me just wanted to run.
I finally hobbled back to the bedroom. Doug's wrists were tied to my headboard with one of my expensive ties and he was on his knees and elbows. His ass was raw from the belt and Boss had beaten him pretty badly all over. But his big cock was hard and I knew immediately that he got-off on the abuse. I couldn't fault him since I'd been in his position. Boss was standing on my bed, stroking his long, thin cock, preparing to mount Doug. As Boss moved into position, he reached under and grabbed Doug's cock, pulling it back between Doug's legs. Boss had never touched my cock during our encounters and I found myself jealous. He must have been enamored with hung bottoms. Anyway, he spit on Doug's ass and drove his cock into Doug in one stroke, still holding Doug's dick in his right hand. Doug made a noise that was somewhere between agony and ecstasy. "U like that, boy?", he barked. "Yes sir", Doug said in a teary voice. "U going to disobey me again?", Boss asked. "No sir", Doug yelped. "Never again. I'll be a good boy for my Boss, I promise", Doug pleaded. Boss hadn't moved since he impaled Doug. He appeared to be deciding whether Doug deserved to be fucked. I stood in the doorway hypnotized by the action and inaction. Doug began to beg again, asking Boss to breed him. Boss saw me in the doorway and made a decision. He pulled his cock from Doug's ass with a plop, let go of Doug's cock and summoned me with his finger-motion. I moved slowly toward the bed and Boss instructed me to lie on my back at the foot of the bed. From Doug's position on his knees and elbows, he could look through his spread legs and see me perfectly. Boss lifted my legs in the air and ordered me to lock my elbows behind my knees. In slow motion, locked an elbow around each knee, exposing my boxer-clad ass to Boss. I realized I was hard, but this no longer shocked me as it had in past encounters. Boss hopped off the bed and returned with a paring knife from the kitchen. I was literally trembling and Doug began to cry, "No, no, no....". Boss got back onto the bed and in a flash he had sliced my boxers right up the crack of my ass. He tossed the knife aside and his thumb found my hole, eliciting a moan from me. Doug realized what was about to happen and begged pitifully. "Please, sir. Please. I'll be good. I promise. Just fuck me, please. Dont give him your load. Give ME your load. I'll be good....", he babbled as Boss lubed my hole and his cock. "When you disobey me from now on, this bitch will get my cock", Boss said simply. Then he wrapped one of his hands around my throat and squeezed hard as he began to plow my ass. I held on tightly to my knees and tried to breathe. Boss was pummeling me fast and hard, I didn't think he would last long. Doug was crying and begging Boss "please fuck ME", meanwhile his dick was bouncing up and down rhythmically. Boss was staring into my eyes and doing push-ups with one hand on my chest and the other on my throat. If he'd weighed 200 instead of 130, I might not have been able to breathe. He was grunting a primal grunt and I knew I was just a hole for him, just a place to dump his load and punish Doug. But damn if I didn't love being under him, under his control, impaled on his long cock. I remember seeing Doug leaking precum onto my bed when I began to black-out. Boss removed his hand from my throat and slapped me to get my attention as he approached his climax. "Beg me for it", he ordered. "Please cum inside me, Boss. Please fuck my hole and breed me", I whispered. And he did. He thrusted into me all the way through it until he'd deposited the last of his seed inside me. Then he yanked his cock out and leaned over to untie Doug. Once freed, Doug was slapped around like a rag doll on my bed before Boss made him suck the remnants of his cum and my ass from his half-hard dick. Doug, still crying, worked fervently to please his master. When Boss was satisfied, he got up and began to get dressed. Doug, ever the bottom horn-dog, was eyeing my cock, poking through the fly of my boxers, when Boss said, "Get up, bitch". Doug and I both jumped at the same time and Boss actually smiled a bit. "THIS bitch", he indicated, pointing to Doug. Doug stood at attention, waiting for his instructions. His beautiful body was a patchwork of bumps, bruises and a few cuts. He probably wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Or sit, for that matter. Once Boss was dressed, he attached a short leash to Doug's collar and began to pull him toward the front door. "Wait...my clothes?", Doug asked as Boss kept moving. "Punishment", Boss said. "Good boys get to wear clothes". I followed them to the front door as Boss led Doug to the car on his leash, buck naked, barefoot with his beet-red ass on display.
Boss kept his word and never brought Doug back to my house, although he stopped by occasionally on his own for a session. And I never told Quentin about that last night. I was embarrassed and ashamed that I betrayed him...I never wanted Quent to know about what happened this evening.