This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. It involves consensual sex between adult men, with a fair amount of role play, interracial domination themes and some rather intense kink and degrading language. If any of this offends you, or is illegal where you're reading this for any reason, then please stop reading and leave now. Thanks!
The Gunslanger
I have a fetish for "dangerous" looking guys. I think it's part of the taboo. I don't just want to suck off another man, but I want to suck off an assertive, masculine alpha male. I like thuggish black guys - the ones who look like the stereotypical street hoods - the drug dealers with dreads and sagging pants, tattoos, boots and a cocky attitude. Like the songs says, though, if you say you want a thug don't complain when you actually get one.
This guy I met a couple of times is a straight up criminal. I'm almost sure he sells drugs. He certainly smokes enough weed, and if he's not a drug dealer, he definitely studied the model of what the world thinks a drug dealer looks like. Ty is dark skinned with facial hair and a shaved head. He's got tats on his neck and arms and calves. He can barely string together a complete sentence, and most of the words he seems to know are either profanity or slang for things he commands me to do with his dick. His most frequently used phrase is "muthafuckin dick." He's not typically physically aggressive. He is a big shit talker and puts me in my place by calling me names and giving me orders. But he's not typically one to try and choke me with his dick, or pull my hair, slap me around or otherwise bully me into submission. Not that getting me to submit is much of a struggle. With his cocky swagger and dark skin and 7 inch fat black dick I was on my knees within the first 10 seconds of meeting him.
I usually meet Ty with another friend. I've only hooked up with him a couple of times alone. The last time we meet was wild, and broke the tradition of Ty refraining from physical aggression. He had a room for a couple of days at this motel on the edge of town. I got a message to come see him around 10 p.m. and got over there within the hour. The room was dark and literally choking with weed smoke and an odd musty or sour smell so frequent in cheap motel rooms. I knew from prior experience that the smell didn't come from Ty or any of his gear. When you've eaten a dude's ass late at night and he always smells and tastes clean you know hygiene is a priority. I don't mind some raunchy, sweaty dick on a guy fresh from the gym or basketball court on occasion, but 99% of the time I love a fresh, clean crotch.
I've never liked the smell of weed smoke, so I was in a hurry to bury my nose in his crotch. I was on my knees by the side of his bed in less than a minute, and he took the opportunity to ask me with a sarcastic chuckle if I was always such a horny bitch for some dick. I didn't take time to answer, and for some reason he really wanted me to. He took a handful of my hair and pulled me up off his dick with a quickness. It happened so fast that I hadn't even gotten him fully hard yet. He was laying back on the bed, propped up by all the tiny pillows they give you in cheap hotels, and looking down at me kneeling beside the bed. He still had a handful of my hair in one hand, and he didn't seem inclined to either release my head or pull me back down on his dick. In a second or so I realized he was waiting for my answer. Being called a bitch has always turned me on, so there was no reason to lie. And when a guy has shot dozens of loads of nut in your mouth over a period of months there's no reason to be coy about admitting you want the dick.
So I said "yeah, I want it." He didn't flinch or move and asked "what do you want?" "I want to suck your dick," I said. "I know that," he said in a deadpan. "I asked if you were always such a horny bitch for dick, BITCH..." He gave my hair a little tug as he leveled the question again. There was a little sneer in his voice, but he didn't raise his voice. My dick was already hard as hell at his aggressive treatment and nasty mouth. I mean, damn, if anyone should know I'm always a horny bitch to suck some dick he should know it. Until that day he had only met me with another dude I suck off. If you show up and suck off a minimum of two dicks each time you hook up that should make it clear I'm no prude. But he was being such a dominant asshole about it I was about to cum in my pants just from his words and his hands on my head. Old boy was feeling himself tonight. I was in love.
In a moment like this, these guys think of themselves as a king. They may not have a castle, and they may not get to call the shots 99% of the time, but when they have a cocksucker on their knees practically drooling to service them, willing to be embarrassed by them, those thoughts of privilege and power go right to their heads. Over time I've learned that to keep these guys happy just do or say whatever you need to do to make them stay a king. A king will fuck my face the way I want it, and lord over me the way I want to be ruled. I knew exactly what to say.
"I'm always a horny bitch to suck THIS big dick, as quietly as I could and still be heard. I kept my eyes on his dick. You don't look a king in his face.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," he sneered as he roughly pulled me down and slid my mouth over his dick. He started pumping my mouth. His dick was hard now, and getting hard. I was having trouble breathing as he breached the back of my throat with the head of his dick, As with most of these masculine dom guys, he was as excited about gagging me as he was about getting his dick wet. So he kept up a deliberate but reasonable pace, fucking my face as I struggled to breath and cover my teeth with my lips.
I put a hand on his belly to brace myself, and he slapped it away and told me to keep my fucking hands off him. I guess it was no touching. I would have to do the best I could to brace myself over him while bobbing up and down. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable, but I was right where I wanted to be. We both knew it.
Again this just wasn't like him. He had never shown this sort of aggression in the past. I wondered if this was what he was really like when he was running the show - without TW or someone else in the room to watch him. Or was it the weed? I didn't know why, but I would have thanked whatever it was!
He reached down and held on to my head with both hands like a basketball and started pulling me in to his dick. He would even pick himself up off the bed to meet my mouth with an upward thrust. If he had been hung I would have been choking. He was a very manageable 7 thick inches. A perfect mouthful. He was a smooth dude all over, except for a bush of dark hair in his crotch that trailed back to his crack. He had body hair more like a white guy. With my head bobbing up and down on him below me, the spit was already wetting up his whole crotch area. I could feel the wet wiry pubes go up my nose each time I was pressed flat against his body. His dick smelled a ton better than the smoky hotel room. I would have gladly slept between his legs. As if that was gonna happen...
I wondered if I was gonna get to eat his ass. I knew he got in to it, and since he was "big billy badass" tonight I thought there was a good chance he'd have me cleaning him out. But tonight was gonna be different.
He pulled me off his dick again, and said "MOVE, Bitch," as he stood up from the bed and practically shoved me over towards the end of the bed. He stood up and fucked my face with me on my knees in the traditional cocksucker position. He leaned back and braced himself on the low dresser while he pushed his crotch forward. His dick was sticking out like a pole and I was spearing my face on it, trying to keep pace and keep it wet.
He stood up again and started asking me questions. "You like that big black dick, don't you, bitch?" "You like being my bitch??" "You want my nutt, bitch?" There was no way I could answer, and I don't think he wanted one. He was interlacing his questions with even more comments and encouragement. "Yeah, suck that dick." "Deep throat my shit" "Choke on that black dick." "Fuckin bitch" and "Fuckin faggot."
Almost every time I would gag a little I would get the affirming" Yeah, BITCH," and a reward by him pulling me back down a little deeper. I liked the verbal Ty. If it was the weed that gave him all this swagger, then I hoped he stayed high 24/7.
While I was busy I could feel him reaching back to the dresser and rustling with his duffle bag. I figured he was gonna pull out a blunt or a phone. In a millisecond I worried he was gonna pull out a videocamera. I hate being videoed for a lot of reasons, but one of the team being able to show something like this to TW had me worried. Plus, you never know where videos are gonna show up.
I felt his hands go back to my shoulders and I could tell he was holding something in his right hand. I could tell it was hard through my shirt, but I couldn't tell what it was. I didn't think this was a good time to pull off his dick and either look or, god forbid, ask a question. I had been hooking up with guys like Ty for years. I knew a king among men doesn't EVER want to be asked questions by someone who was there to get him off. That's a good way to get slapped or called a string of names in real anger, not just lust.
He asked me if I only sucked black dick? I kept sucking and he pulled back and made his dick pull out of my mouth with a pop. He slapped me lightly on the top of my head with his left hand and said "I asked you a question, bitch..." "Yeah, I only suck black dick," I replied. "I bet you'd suck any hard black dick. Right, bitch?" "Yeah," I replied. I made a move towards his dick again but he pulled back again and slapped me a little harder on the back of my head. "You suck when I tell you to suck, got it, BITCH?" he sneered, with a little more accent on the BITCH at the end this time. I had been in this position before too, and I knew just what to say. "Yes, sir." That sir part always gets them going. "Yeah, you a bitch for any black dick." It was hard to argue with him.
"I got another black dick for you to suck," he said. "This one harder than my shit. I know your faggot mouth is gonna like this black dick."
I assumed there was some other friend of his in the bathroom. I wondered if he was fat or old or both. I wondered if he was gonna answer the door any minute and let a dozen of his boys in the room to take turns on me. He had seen me do a group or two in the past, so he wouldn't have assumed I would say no. I was worried, I admit it. I was more worried this other "black dick" would be smelly or old, or that the group of guys he wanted me to service would be so large I wouldn't be able to keep up with them. My dick was soft and my head was clouded with a mixture of lust and worry. It doesn't come naturally to think with a dick in your mouth, especially with a foul-mouthed man on the other end of that dick making sure I didn't slack off too much.
"You ready for the next big hard black dick, BITCH?" He pulled out of my mouth again and slapped me on the back of my head. "Are you fuckin ready for it, BITCH?" "Yes, sir," I said. Like I had a whole lot of options at this point...
"Close you eyes," he said. Oh, damn! That just confirmed I wasn't gonna like it. "Open your mouth," he commanded. "And keep ya damn eyes closed, bitch. I ain't gonna let this black dick shoot down your throat if you do what I say. Keep em closed and your mouth open until I say suck." Not let it shoot down my throat? What the hell? Was this dude some kind of AIDS patient or have some other STD? Dammit, this was not cool. I started to close my mouth, but kept my eyes closed. I felt another slap on the top of my head, but this time I felt something hard in his hand. What the hell was that?
"Keep your mouth open, BITCH, and stick out your tongue." I obeyed. I didn't hear any other people in the room, so I wondered what could possibly happen next. Why did I need to keep my eyes closed. Where was this other dick, and where was the other dude it's attached to?
"Open it wide, Bitch, and keep that tongue out." I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I could feel Ty still there close to me. It didn't seem like he had moved at all. "This is one black dick you definitely don't want to shoot in your mouth," he said as I felt something cold and metallic slowly entering my mouth.
"Keep you fuckin eyes closed, bitch. If you open ya eyes I'm gonna knock the shit outta you."
It was all I could do to obey. I wanted to open my eyes so badly. I started to pull back instinctively. I knew this was no dick sliding across my tongue.
"Suck the dick, bitch," he ordered. He put one hand on the top of my head and with unusual softness in his voice said "do what you do, suck on this for me. I want you to suck it."
I closed my lips around the object in my mouth, and could only tell it was cold and metallic. It was angular and had a metallic taste and smell. I had no idea what it was, only that it was no natural shape. It wasn't a dildo or anything I could recognize.
I felt so stupid, but at this point I was sort of in for the game. "Suck on it," he said again. I closed my lips more tightly around the object and move my head up and down on it's length. I could feel some indentations and a ridged texture.
"That's it," he said with a chuckle. "I knew you would suck any black dick that's put in your mouth." I was sucking on this thing, but it wasn't normal.
"You're fuckin kink ass do what you're told, huh?" he said, again with a chuckle in his voice. "Bitch knows his place."
I was dying to know what I was sucking. It obviously thrilled Ty. He seemed more cheerful than I had ever seen. He told me to lift up my arm. He grabbed it with his hand and pulled my hand up to his hard dick. He was definitely turned on.
"A bitch who do what I fuckin tell him make my dick hard as hell. Feel that shit." He was brick hard. "Which black dick you want, bitch?"
I wanted his dick back in my mouth. I wanted to tell him. I tried to talk but that wasn't really working.
"You wanna know what kinda dick you suckin, huh? You want me to let you open ya eyes?"
I hummed "yes" as best I could and nodded my head.
"OK, bitch. When I say `go' open ya eyes but keep suckin. Don't stop suckin or the dick gonna shoot in your mouth." So I was gonna find out what it was. It was so strange to have this metal thing in my mouth and not have a clue what it was. It didn't feel dangerous or bad, it just felt odd and dumb to not know.
"OK, go," Ty said.
I opened my eyes and saw the dark metal object in Ty's hand. His hand was almost as dark as the object he was holding, and in the dim room I still couldn't immediately tell what it was.
"You want this dick to shoot in your mouth," he asked with a chuckle.
I narrowed my eyes and tried to focus on the object in Ty's hand. I kept sucking up and down the length, never forgetting the instruction to keep sucking. I didn't want to piss off Ty while he had a metal object stuck in my mouth. There's no telling what kind of a damage it might do to my teeth if either of us moved too quickly.
"You like this dick, bitch?" he asked. "You want it to shoot in your mouth?"
What the hell was it?
"You still don't fuckin know what it is, do you?" he asked. "If this shoot off in your mouth it will be the last load your bitch ass ever swallows," he said, obviously enjoying himself. "It's a fuckin powerful load. This load packs a punch."
He pulled it out of my mouth slowly and held it up so I could see the profile. I can't imagine the sound that came out of my mouth when I realized it was a pistol.
"Fuck man," I called out. I got up and tried to head towards the bathroom as quickly as I could. I wasn't exactly scared of Ty, but I was way more than a little freaked out at what had happened. Who would stick a gun in someone's mouth and make them suck the barrel? It made no sense. My mind was totally confused and moving a million miles per hour.
He laughed so hard he doubled over. He fell on the bed and balled up he was laughing so hard.
I didn't feel like laughing. I just felt like I had woken up from a strange dream. One thing I knew for sure was my dick had never been softer.
Ty got up and come towards me, still laughing and still very proud of himself. He walked over casually and slowly. He still had the gun in his hand.
There was nothing menacing about him, even with that gun. I've never thought that a gun provided any real sex appeal or power to a man holding one, but I had to admit that him walking over to me wearing only sweatpants pulled down around his feet and ankles gave him a real air of authority.
"I ain't tryin to fuck with you, man," he said. "I just wanted to see if you would do it."
"I'm cool," I said, not knowing if I was cool with this or not.
"Can I stick this in your ass?" he asked. Oh, God.
"I'm fuckin with you man. I ain't gonna stick my gun in somebody's butthole."
I was standing in front of the sink and counter with my back to the mirror as Ty come right up to me. He got so close to me I thought he might reach out and try to kiss me. Fat chance of that, huh?
"I want you to suck this dick again, bitch."
I didn't know which one he was talking about. I didn't want that gun in my mouth anymore. I still wanted to blow him, though.
He put a hand on my shoulder and pressed me down. Instinctively I lowered to my knees. He were so close his dick was rubbing against my shirt as I settled to my knees. He was hard as hell again. I wanted that dick. I leaned forward and felt his palm on my forehead, holding me back.
"Nah, bitch, I want you suckin this new dick some more."
I started to speak. He could tell I was going to try and get out of it.
"Do you wanna bust your nut, bitch?" he asked.
I looked up at his not understanding his offer.
"If you deepthroat this barrel I'll let your little bitch dick cum. Do what I want and I'll do something for you."
How was he gonna let me cum? The idea of sucking the barrel of a gun again was not a turn on. But I was on my knees. And what is he gonna do to let me cum? The idea of him sucking me off flashed through my mind, but I disposed of that idea as fast as the fantasy of winning the lottery. I was more likely to win the PowerBall than I was to get this man to suck my dick.
He put a hand on my forehead and pushed my head back until it rested against the edge of the sink counter. I was looking up at him and he was staring down at me.
"Suck on my gun, bitch," he practically whispered.
I was kind of trapped. This really didn't do much for me, but in this situation saying no just didn't seem like a good option.
I opened my mouth and saw the crack of smile on Ty's face. He wasted no time sticking the point of the barrel in my mouth. I started licking and moving my head to take more of the barrel in to my mouth. It didn't do much for me, but it wasn't painful or even all that awkward. I had certainly had larger "objects" in my mouth before!
As I started sucking the barrel in earnest, Ty slid one of his legs forward until it was pressed against my belly and crotch. His foot was right under my ass and his lower leg was pressed against my crotch. It was an odd sensation, and something unexpected. He held the gun in one hand and then started jacking his dick with the other. The minute he touched his own dick he threw his head back in a jolt of pleasure. Funny how no one can make our dicks feel as good as we can ourselves. I guess it's all the practice!
After a few seconds he started rubbing his leg up and down on my crotch until his foot hit my ass. The friction and odd sexual situation made me hard pretty quickly.
"Are you a good bitch?" he asked, already breathing hard. I was sucking on the gun and watching him jack his dick. "How about being a good dog?" I had no idea what he was saying.
"If you want to bust that nut then hump my leg like a dog, bitch."
Wow, that wasn't what I was expecting. I wasn't even sure if it would work, and I wasn't sure I would even enjoy it.
He moved his leg a little faster moving up and down and then from side to side, rubbing the front of his leg against by hardening dick again and again. Apparently it was working.
Like any good cocksucker I did what comes naturally. I started sucking that gun barrel even harder, getting more of it in my mouth. I got to the trigger guard and could go no further, but I went up and down just like it was a dick.
"Hump my leg, bitch. I want you to bust a nut in your pants like a little boy."
Always one to follow directions I reached out with my hands and held on to Ty's thigh. I started humping up and down on his leg. It was the oddest thing imaginable. Here I was with this hot dude, on my knees in his hotel room with a gun in my mouth, him jacking his dick and me humping his lower leg like a damn dog. My dick was hard as a rock, and the situation was turning me on more and more.
"That's it, bitch. You like that, humpin like a little dog. That's a good bitch. Jack that dick, white boy."
I was humping up and down on his leg so hard I was hitting the gun barrel on my teeth. I tried to keep my head in constant relation to the gun in my mouth, but between me humping up and down on his leg and Ty moving from the jacking of his dick, we were in a wild, hard to predict pattern of movement.
We both started moving faster, and before I knew it I could tell I was close to coming. By the sounds and jerks from his body I could tell he was close too.
As I shot my load in my pant I opened my mouth wider and groaned. The pace of my humping slowed considerably, and it was clear from my moans and movements that I had busted. Ty pulled the gun from my mouth and laid it on the counter beside my head. He jacked his dick harder and asked me in a panting, urgent voice if I wanted his cum. Hell yeah I wanted his nutt, as he leaned closer and closer to me as he jacked harder and harder.
"Open ya mouth," he panted. I did as he ordered.
The minute I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue I felt the first blast of nutt hit my upper lip. Ty roared like a damn lion and jacked faster as he shot out at least 7 bit shots of nutt. I caught almost all of it in my mouth and on my tongue. Everytime he blasted out a load he said "swallow it" in the deepest voice I've ever heard. And swallow it I did.
I wiped the bits of cum that had hit me on the face and licked my finger clean. Ty was so worn he was actually bending over me and leaning on the sink counter. Our little hook up had really drained him.
After he regained his composure he pulled up his boxers and sweat pants and laid back on the bed. He stared at the TV and said "I couldn't let either of those dicks shoot in ya mouth."
I sat on the edge of the bed and caught my breath.
"OK, bitch, you can go."
I got up and headed towards the door. "Bring me a pack of Newports and then you can go home. Shorts."
I left the room and headed to the convenience store. I got him two packs, just to make him know I appreciated him and was knocking on his door about ten minutes after leaving. I wondered if he would pull me in for another blow job. I was more than willing. I would even suck that gun again. Whatever he wanted to put in my mouth I was willing to suck.
He took the cigs, extended his hand to shake and said "Preciate it" and then closed the door.
I wonder what he will have in store the next time.