Throat Fucking the Boy Next Door By Alex Wellens awellens92@gmail.com
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This story is inspired by "Inside My Little Brother's Throat" by Swallows It All. It has nothing to do with that story, but I wanted to acknowledge where I got my inspiration.
THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND SCENES THAT MAY NOT BE TO THE LIKING OF SOME. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DOMINATION, ABUSIVE LANGUAGE OR BEHAVIOR, PLEASE STOP READING NOW. THIS SERIES IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL, AND I DO NOT CONDONE THE BEHAVIOR ABOUT WHICH I WRITE. THIS STORY IS PURELY FOR IMAGINATIVE USE WHILE JERKING OFF. DO NOT DO ANYTHING WRITTEN ABOUT IN THIS STORY. AGAIN, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THE CONTENT, DO NOT READ IT.
Chapter 6
We were a few weeks into summer break, and I was loving it. Using Victor was the best thing to ever happen to me. I was in love with the kid's holes. It also seemed like Victor was getting more and more comfortable being used, and there were a few times I knew for a fact he was as satisfied as me. The other day I had him bent over my bed, as in the air, taking my cock like a pro. After ten minutes he gasped and moaned, and I felt his asshole tighten around my thick cock. It was an incredible feeling that almost sent me over the edge. He continuned moaning for a good 30 seconds before I realized he was coming - on my sheets. I was happy to have the vice grip on my cock, but I was pissed that he got jizz all over my bedding. I couldn't let my mom wash these, which meant I would have to. I was livid. Immediately, I started slapping the shit out of the little moaning twink. He was caught by surprise and quickly put his heads on his head to protect himself. I stopped thrusting and kept my cock buried to the hilt in him. Leaning forward I grabbed his hair and forcefully pulled him back, causing my cock to somehow force its way in another few millimeters.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I slowly asked him, incredulously. "Now I've gotta do my own fucking laundry, faggot"
Victor quickly responded, wincing through the pain in his ass and on his head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I couldn't help it. You kept hitting my prostate and it felt amazing. I didn't mean to do it." He pleaded.
I threw his head forward and released my grip on his hair. It was time to teach another lesson. I pulled my raging hard-on out of Victor's plump bubble butt, hearing him sigh. "On your back. Head over the bed." I heard him gulp. He knew what was coming.
Victor got into the position I commanded and waited with a worried look on his face. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and a vial of smelling salts from my nightstand, then returned to my spot in front of the bitch's face. My hard-on kept pulsing, smacking Victor's cheek. "Get ready. You're gonna hate this." That was all I offered before slamming my cock into his throat. I didn't feel any teeth. We were long passed that involuntary reaction. Victor knew his punishment would only be worse if he scraped my cock. I leaned down and buried the rest of my big cock down the boy's throat, my balls resting on his forehead. I didn't pull out right away. In fact, I didn't even start thrusting right away. I wanted to enjoy myself, and I damned well was going to. After 30 seconds Victor tried blowing air out of his nose, but my cock was blocking his airway. Suddenly, he began to struggle. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down by his side. His face was turning purple and the sounds of gagging were picking up. I offered no words of comfort.
After a whole minute his attempts to get me off were getting weaker. I briefly felt Victor contract his mouth, but as soon as his teeth touched my cock he immediately pulled them back. He was terrified of biting me. Good.
I looked down at the obscene bulge in his throat, proud of my enormous cock. I was choking this little twink with my man-cock, both of us in the positions we deserved. I quickly pulled my cock out of his throat. Victor gasped for air and spit all over his face. Pathetic slut. His eyes were only half open and his face had a dreamy look on it. two seconds later my cock was back in his throat. I began thrusting back and forth - hard. I no longer had to restrain him; his body was limp. I could tell Victor was still conscience, but he wasn't in a state of awareness. It was like his mind shut off to protect itself from the suffering I was putting him through.
I continued pounding away at the bitch's throat, sniffing the poppers, and losing myself in ecstasy. I pinched my nipples and threw my head back as I enjoyed the tight, warm, wet throat of my sex slave. The sounds of my big cock thrusting in and out of his throat were load and obscene - luckily, no one else was home.
I grabbed my phone and began recording the brutal throat fucking I was giving Victor. It was going on two minutes without him breathing, but he somehow was still awake. I couldn't believe it - this was the longest he's ever lasted. Then I noticed Victor was hard as a rock. I tilted my phone to get a good shot of it. I was proud. This little slut had JUST cum a few minutes ago, I was vigorously assaulting his throat, and he hadn't breathed in minutes - yet he somehow was still able to get hard. I went harder.
I was moaning loudly and talking dirty. "Fuck yeah, ya little slut. You love daddy's thick cock buried deep in your throat?" Victor managed a quiet moan of agreement. "Your throat is mine, you stupid bitch. And your ass. Every part of you belongs to me. Don't ever think you're your own. I own you. Your life revolves around me and my cock."
Suddenly, Victor's cock pulsed and a few streams of jizz plopped out. I felt his throat tighten, and heard his nostrils try to suck in a few molecules of air. I made the bitch cum hands-free with my cock choking the life out of him.
Finally, his body was completely limp, and I could tell he passed out. Time to flood his stomach with my baby-makers. I sped up to the point I thought his mouth might catch fire. His throat muscles barely resisted my throbbing cock as I forced myself in and out. I took one last hit of poppers and reached the point of no return. I grabbed Victor's neck and thrusted my cock deep down his gullet. I fired off big, hot streams of alpha cum into his stomach. The bulge in his throat was visibly throbbing with ever wad that shot out of my dick.
The whole orgasm lasted almost a minute before I was satisfied. I pulled out and grabbed the vial of salts. I broke open the bottle and held in under Victor's nose. A second later his mouth opened, and his lungs breathed in a huge amount of air. His eyes slowly opened as he hyperventilated. I gave him a minute to recuperate as I sat on the edge on my bed, rubbing his chest.
"Ahhhh," he moaned in pain.
"I know. It was great, wasn't it?" I laughed. Victor looked up at me with tears and goop all over his face, trying to remember what just happened. I was nice enough to remind him. "After you messed up my sheets, I started fucking your throat. You really liked it, too. You came without touching yourself while my cock was buried in your throat. If I'd known you enjoyed it so much, I'd've been doing this more often." I smiled.
Victor moaned again and started crying.
"Shh. It's okay," I consoled him. Grabbing him and brining him in for a hug. I was in a great mood and was feeling generous. "I love your ass, but that throat! I mean, can you blame me?!" I laughed again as I rubbed Victor's back. His sobbing began to dry up. "You're the best fuck I've ever had, and probably will ever have. We're in this for the long haul, dude. I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself as much as I am. Makes it that much easier to push the limits."
Victor got quiet again. He siffled, pulled back and wiped his face with his forearm. He stared right into my eyes, saying, "I'm glad I could please You, Sir. I can't say I enjoy it while it's happening, but when I think back on it, it turns me on so much. I just wish you weren't so rough with me..." He gave me puppy dog eyes.
"Shhh," I said again. "That's what's so hot about it. No chick would ever let me do the things I do to you. But you're a faggot - this is what you live for. I'm going to make both of us happy. Just remember, my happiness will ALWAYS come before yours." I gave him a stern look and he lowered his gaze in deference. "Now open up. I've gotta piss.
Victor leaned over my crotch and took the head of my deflated cock into his obedient mouth. A few seconds later I released the stream of piss that built up while I had fucked his holes. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief, while I rubbed Victor's back. He gulped down my warm piss every time it filled his mouth. Before, I always sensed his hesitation while drinking my piss. Now, there was no hesitation. Victor enjoyed my piss because he enjoyed being degraded by me. I was happy to oblige him, especially when he had his doubts. This summer was turning out to be the best summer of my life.
When my bladder was empty, Victor pulled away from my cock. He once again wiped his mouth with his forearm as he looked at me. Then a smile crept over his face, as his mind caught up with everything that had happened in the last twenty minutes. "Thank you, Sir. I look forward to what's next."
I beamed in delight at his words. "We're going out tomorrow night. Don't make plans. Dinner and a movie. It's not a date, though..."
Thanks for reading! Sorry for the long paused between postings. I was busy with work, and I'm still having libido issues. I kind of have to force myself to write haha
As always, enjoy this story, but don't EVER try it in real life. Permanent harm or damage can be caused to a partner from stuff like this. Keep it all in your mind. Hope your cum was as good as Carter's!
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