Incessant Dominance of the Anus
The incredible sight of his manhood left me in awe. Massive, it was as wide as a big soda can and probably at least 10 inches long, with a beautifully sculpted head that drove my desires wild. He knew exactly what he had and how to use it, evidenced by his eagerness to greet me as soon as I arrived. He welcomed me with just a "hi" and then proceeded to unzip his jeans with a sense of ceremony while maintaining our intense eye contact. I was completely entranced.
Being a fan of well-endowed partners, his size alone made me dreadfully weak at the knees. It wasn't even fully erect yet, but immense enough to cause some serious damage. He keenly perceived my reactions and couldn't help but boast about his enormous member. "Kneel before me," he confidently instructed, gesturing for me to get on my knees.
At that instant, I began to doubt my decision. I knew there was no way I could deepthroat such a giant penis, and I couldn't escape the sense of fear. This man precisely exuded confidence, and I couldn't help but question if it was due to his experience with such a formidable member. But on the other hand, I didn't have the fortitude to resist the temptation. I cautiously inched closer, my shyness winning.
I just yearned to feel it in my hand, to grasp its size and experience it. As I moved his foreskin back, he twitched a couple of times, revealing a glistening head that filled the room with a potent mix of cum, piss, and sex scents. His underwear had traces of the proof of his masculinity, and he wanted me to witness it. His cock was slippery, pungent, and immensely large.
Overflowing with arousal, I could no longer sit still. I had to touch it, stroke it, and inhale its seductive scent. No words were spoken, but I found myself kneeling before him in complete submission. That huge, slippery penis seemed so enticing that I couldn't resist. I sniffed it recklessly, losing all control. Instructionlessly, I started using it to slap myself, rubbing his juices all over my face. How did I end up on my knees like this? I couldn't help but wonder. But I didn't care. I was consumed by my desperate longing for his alpha-sized cock.
With each stroke, force, and thrust, his member grew in size. Even with my above-average hands, I couldn't contain it fully. It took both my hands, leaving my index finger and thumb unable to meet. I alternated between teasing his head, eliciting precum from his balls and mixing it with my spit, and stroking his whole length rhythmically, my fists banging against his bumping pelvic region, urging him to climax.
Reflecting upon the experience, I'm convinced that was the moment he recognized my submissiveness. He became more and more dominant as he morphed into a brute, forcing me to surprise him with his food. Using his massive hand to control my head, directing me to cram his massive penis into my mouth. Soon, I was bent over with my face on his thigh, moaning and caressing his head frantically, spitting saliva on his shaft. The taste of cum linger in the back of my throat.
I was deepthroating another man's penis, massive and captivating. The realization that it had been dripping with the fluids from someone else's loves making just made it all the more depraved. I couldn't comprehend the feeling, but I was euphoric. My throat relaxed and pleaded for rough handling, an incessant demand of "punish me, daddy" and "please sir" in my submissiveness.
His chillingly smirked, followed by "remain calm". Without hesitation, his hands held my head firmly and pushed his entire length down my throat. Without hesitation, he infiltrated the tight space, making my body fight for acceptance. The impact of his colossal stomach against my nose coupled with the pungent smell of his sweat and fluids threw me off guard. Desperately gasping for oxygen, I pleaded for more, straining to breathe through my mouthful of his cock.
Just when I thought my body could handle no more, he withdrew. Urged for air, I begged for even more intense gratification. But I was handed a humiliating punishment. He grabbed my hair and smacked my face over and over, leaving me spinning in disarray.
He displayed unexpected mercy, but he showed no benevolence. Still commanding his mastery, he continued his relentless thrusts, thudding my nose each time. My attempts to shoo him off failed, and each time he withdrew, he slapped me around, forcing me to suck his cum out of his cock before forcing me back in. The stench of his sweat and semen flooded my senses, overwhelming me. Suddenly, it was all I could focus on.
I was terrified. His massive organ loomed within my mouth, pressing hard against the back of my throat. The physical torment lingered on, enduring like an everlasting eon. "Please, stop, daddy," I begged softly. "Shut up, you pathetic slut," he snarled in vexation, delivering a crushing hit to my face and tugging my hair savagely. I crumpled to the floor, nearly unconscious from the insufficient oxygen and repetitive blows to my skull. The punishing blows continued relentlessly, driving me closer to breaking down.
He squatted down, entwining his fingers in my hair and grinding his teeth in wrath. "You will act like a submissive follower, or I will make you beg for mercy. Do you comprehend?" he snarled. Fearsomely shaking, I nodded obediently. I resumed my kneeling posture and the throat violation continued, albeit less aggressively. He forcefully maintained his invasion, making me emit imperceptible groans of "Glagh, glagh, glogh, glogh, glogh." My arms hung at my sides, surrendering any resistance as I kept a submissive stance. My neck remained flaccid and my stature humbled. I could feel his immense organ inflating inside me, and he grumbled phrases indicating nearing climax. "The jizz...ugh," he groaned, "in my balls...ugh," he stuttered in wordless agony as I coughed and gagged around his cock. "At least 7 days have passed, infant boy. Are you ready for it?"
Bizarrely, I couldn't help the slightest impulse to observe his colossal member dispense its potent load. Despite everything he had done to me, I was gripped by a craving for his cock. In worshipping his stupendous endowment, I vigorously slammed my face against his stomach, deviously sliding his potent member beyond my throat and into my lips. I must have appeased him, as it only needed a few further thrusts for my throat to induce a climax in his cock.
The first ejection of hot and dense cum propelled forcefully into my abdomen. As he detached, another stream sprinkled my mouth, cementing his jizz on my tongue, followed by multiple eruptions that spattered over my crimson cheeks. The aroma and taste of his spunk ignited my ardor, sparking my eagerness to ingest every drop. I couldn't fractionally comprehend: I had unwittingly become a fervent cumslut, unquestionably adhering to his mandates and savoring his sperm.
While I meticulously cleaned his penis, he languidly sank back in his chair, legs disproportionally spread and cock solidly erect. My seduction was enthralled, inebriated by his phallus and my growing lust. Yet, even as I endeavored to regain my enfeebled mindset, his malevolent visage turned upon me. "What the blazes are you doing?" "I...was only intending to visit the toilet to clean myself," I breathed shakily, feeling insignificant and frail. "What?" he roared, his gaze darting to his still-stiff phallus. Then, his gaze regained focus on me. "You have not accomplished absolutely everything I've specified," he gasped, obviously dissatisfied. Scared and unsure of my performance, I pondered whether I had done enough. But then I spied it, on the coffee table. An opened blister pack of Viagra, with half its tablets already consumed. He noticed me staring and smirked. "You thought I'd run out, didn't you?" His fingers snapped, seeming to command me to resume pleasuring his massive organ. As he assumed his relaxed position in the armchair, he beckoned for me to kneel and continue my servitude to his gigantic cock once more.
Instead of feeling apprehensive or exhausted from the crude episode, I burst into exuberant rapture. My body still possessed its firmness, while my thoughts were engulfed by the delight his phallus had engendered in me. Could I sustain my excitement? Could I savor his jizz and his organ?
With a wide grin, now plastered with cum stains, I zealously dropped to my knees and eagerly devoured his 10-inch penis. Although it was no longer as stiff as previously, it was still erect. Initially, I couldn't forcibly swallow his rock-solid cock without causing him pain. My throat was also tormented from the prior deepthroating. I lecherously licked and sucked his bulbous cock, pulling it from my mouth to strike it against my lips and tongue. I additionally daubed the cum across my face. The flavor of his jizz was savory and heady, like a fervid nectar. My face and mouth were now saturated in saliva and cum, and I drifted into pleasureous delirium, oblivious of my ability to completely take his raging cock.
"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," I carried on sucking and stroking, twisting my wrist simultaneously. Scott wasn't the type to moan a lot, but he couldn't help but let out a low groan when he was given remarkable attention. "Mmmm," he groaned, approvingly saying "good boy." Scott lifted his feet onto the coffee table, subtly raising his hips to display his balls. How silly of me! I'd been disregarding his balls all night. Without hesitation, I cradled them firmly with one hand and stroked his dick voraciously with the other. My mouth soon followed suit.
I slurped on his balls one by one while maintaining the pumping action, resulting in another "naughty little slut" from Scott. I could feel my arms and jaw tiring, my youthful exuberance fading. It seemed that what Scott was most aroused by was pushing me beyond my limits and then observing me suffer in the aftermath. His cock was now throbbing and he couldn't keep still in his armchair.
He ceased me, setting his dick on his stomach and getting up. I looked up at him submissively, my mouth still covered in cum, and let out an "ahhhhhhh" as I stuck my tongue out. I grabbed his pulsating cock at the base and playfully smacked my tongue with it. I pursed my lips and blew cum bubbles, smearing his cock head with my lips. Due to my relentless eagerness, Scott granted me a token of his appreciation. He instructed me to take two Viagra and handed me a plump joint. "Inhale...draw in...inhale...draw in! Now hold it," he directed as I hastily puffed out my lungs. This continued until I had consumed the entire joint.
My face prickled and became numb all at once as my blood pressure reduced, prompting my weary head to gently plop onto the bed with my flawless backside in the air. I arched my back and exhibited my anus, anxiously awaiting Scott's brutal thrusts. Pushing my cheeks aside, I displayed my anus like a submissive slut, yearning for his approval.
Despite my determined attempts to train my gape, I couldn't help but experience concern that I had overextended it. I dreaded the possibility that my permanent gape-hole had become more of an "I-Ring" than an "O-Ring". As I pushed harder, my boy-pussy queefed, drawing in air and exhaling it, causing me to cringe.
Suddenly, I felt my wrists being secured and attached to my waist. I was at Scott's mercy as he employed some sort of restraints - cuffs or a zip tie, it made no difference. Next, I felt his hands mercilessly separating my ass cheeks, exposing me completely. Without warning, his substantial cock head brutally thrust into my tight asshole. I helplessly attempted to elude him, shouting "No, no, no!", yet it was useless. His enormous cock plowed through me, filling me up entirely and penetrating me deeply, balls deep. Scott completely ravaged me, shamelessly violating my prostate in a single thrust.
As he dragged me by my restrained arms, he cruelly impaled me onto his shaft, which felt like a baseball bat but with a slightly broader base. The painstaking combination of pleasure and agony caused me to shriek in rapture. My entire body convulsed as my rectal muscles contracted around Scott's enormous member, yet it couldn't compete with the earth-shattering sensation of being stretched past my boundaries. The pressure on my prostate was overwhelming, and I feared my entry would tear. However, I eventually realized I needed to power through the agony and push back. With each thrust, his cock sank deeper and deeper, deepening the pressure on my insides and propelling me to new heights of pleasure.
With a heavy groan, I struggled to thank my Daddy as he pulled away a bit, allowing my body to function once again. I was enthralled, completely impaled on his palpitating member. With a single thrust, Scott had absolute control over me, my body malleable in his practiced hands. And he fully recognized it. Brutally, Scott withdrew his glistening 10 inches from inside me, causing me to discharge a series of unseemly farts and queefs. The initial 10-minute ordeal was agonizing, but surprisingly, the next one felt surprisingly agreeable. My stretched-out hole was aiding me as my body was relaxed enough to fully embrace a potentially the most intense anal experience of my life. Scott enlarged me for what felt like an eternity, his dexterous hands spreading me apart and skilfully aiming his massive cock to penetrate me. He retained a consistent rhythm, always going balls deep with force and weight, never wavering in his tempo.
In a thunderous thud, Scott brutally shoved his 10-inch cock into me, powering through my innards like a battering ram. He paused, savoring my distress as he continued to ravage me. I let out a bloodcurdling scream, unable to bear the intensity. "I can't take it!" I pleaded, "Daddy, please!" But Scott was unperturbed, abruptly pulling out his massive erection with an audible "pop," mingling saliva, cum, and coconut oil. The sudden pressure release brought immense relief, and I could only manage a sigh of satisfaction. As my anus contracted and suction noises filled the room, a second surge hammered me.
Thud! Scott plunged into my ass once more, growling, "You're such a faithful blowjob master. You crave pain, right?"
I was completely weakening. "Yes, daddy! Harder, please, daddy!" I couldn't command my tongue, even though I knew it would only bring more torment. But Scott, unswerving, kept up his stride, his steady tempo and rhythm relentless. Thud! Plop! Thud! Slop! Thud! Plop! Thud! Slop! Regardless of what I said or did, Scott stuck to his constant, savage pace. "Please, daddy, harder!" I pleaded, I squeezed, but he ignored me. "I'll be good, I'll do anything, just please, fuck me harder, daddy!" My asshole dilated in invitation, but it was futile. Scott carried on at his unwavering clip until my body felt as malleable as butter and he had absolute domination over me. He only snapped out of his trance when he was certain my sphincter could endure his merciless assault.
Then, Bam!, Bam!, Bam! he launched. Although it was now trivial for him to skewer me to the hilt, each strike was agonizing. He indulged in stretching me out and pounded me like that until my body could bear no more.
Suddenly, Scott switched positions, his imposing member aimed at my prostate. I have no idea how he achieved it or discovered it, yet he hit my prostate perfectly center and rammed it, attempting to unwind the coil in my neck. He then continued to assault me. Oh my goodness, it was impossible to believe! The combination of the rhythm which tickled my prostate, the sensations of being filled, stretched, and pounded on my pleasure button left me mindblown.
"No! I'm about to pee!" I screamed as Scott's weapon bulged through my abdomen with each thrust. But he disregarded my pleas and persisted in perforating my P-spot steadily. My eyes widened. The sensation of being used, the tight grip of my anus on his shaft along with my body being defenseless, my molten legs only supporting me there for his anal sex. It was exhilarating. And so, Scott did it.
He settled his feet on the bed, the pulsating weapon aiming directly at my prostate. I'm still unclear how he could manipulate me to do it, but he managed to target my prostate with surgical precision and ravaged me. With each hit, my body turned limp as he mercilessly pummeled me. Eventually, his cock reverted to his initial doggy-style angle, and I was able to breathe. But I couldn't stop yelling, "Oh, dear god! Oh, dear god! Oh, dear god!" as Scott ravaged me. I sensed his vulnerability, certain he had made me climax, and made it clear that he prepared for a cum explosion. But he persevered, hitting my prostate relentlessly.
The pulse from my pulsating erection caused by the Viagra led to a tingling of pleasure both at the tip of my penis and deep within my anus. I could feel my fluid release approaching. "Please, you're going to make me pee!" I protested as my stomach swelled for Scott's stroke. But he paid no notice and continued relentlessly mashing my P-spot. Suddenly, a torrent of cum flooded through me, unlike any typical orgasm. I experienced the sensation of the cum flowing inside me as it hit my climax, and it would not cease. My prostated anus was under constant penetration, and my P-spot received immense pounding.
Eventually, his cock twisted back to the doggy-style angle, and I could breathe again. But I resumed yelling, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" every time Scott ravaged me. It was evident that he was almost cum, as I felt his engorged tip press against something within my anal tunnel. Despite the agony, I carried on, disregarding the agony. As the final few moments of Scott's ceaseless deep fucking turned brutal, it felt like I was being used as a lifeless object for his enjoyment. My stretched and gaping hole splattered with cum. And then, I felt a warm release. Severely weakened, I crumpled on the bed and drifted into a deep slumber. At that point, I was a cum-soaked mess.
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