MM - Dominated by a Fem Twink

Dominated by a Fem Twink - Part 1 - tranny dom mm
It happened several years ago and it changed my entire perception of myself as an alpha...a top.
I had a great career, good income, travel and a nice condo in Midtown. Life was good. I hadn't been too successful at relationships, but that didn't matter much to me. I had a couple of regular bottom boys that took care of my needs whenever I wanted. Including a married guy who arrived on-call from down the street practically any time day or night.
First of all, let me describe myself. I'm Irish and English, handsome, bald/buzzed, muscular, hairy chest, solid thighs, trimmed beard. My hair is brown with a touch of red here and there. I could be considered a ginger if the lighting is right. I have nice pecs, solid arms and a beefy, solid ass. I work out. My cock is average....6c but thick and nice. I am 5'11", 190. At the time of this story I was 44.
On the night in question, I was restless and horny. It was a 4-day dry spell...scheduling problems with each of my buds. I wanted a willing mouth and ass and I needed it right now - I was on a mission. I found him on CL - his name was Jordan. He was perfect - Asian, 25, 5'6", cute, smooth and eager to please. We connected at his place an hour later. He lived a few blocks away and I decided I didn't want the hassle of tossing him out after I finished using him - at least that was my mindset. When I got there he'd had a couple of drinks and he was horned-up. He was over-eager in that annoying, twinkish way. I would have bailed on any other day, but my cock was doing the thinking. We got naked and he started working my pecs and my nips like a good boy. But he made a lot of noise, bit me too hard and generally turned me off more than he turned me on. No doubt he was cute....if he'd only keep his mouth shut.
I normally take control in these kinds of situations. I would typically pull him off, sit him down and explain what daddy likes (and what he doesn't like). But something different was happening this time. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't seem to act. My cock had gone soft, which left me feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. Meanwhile, Jordan continued to maul
me. He slapped my pecs and bit them, all the while begging me to fuck him. I laid down on the bed and he attacked my cock with his mouth. No response....I simply couldn't get hard. He continued the diatribe about how much he needed my cock in his hole and how hot he thought I was, but I could also sense his frustration. I was still on my back when he rotated
90 degrees and abruptly shoved his cock into my face. I was shocked...surprised. I froze. And then he said "C'Mon Daddy, open up". And I did.
My entire persona as an alpha, as a top came crashing down with that single action. I had lost control and I felt like I was having an out of body experience. Jordan continued coaxing my cock, but he was also enjoying my mouth with the eagerness of a 25yo. His cock was 4.5" and thin. It fit perfectly into my mouth and he could slide it into my throat without gagging me. He took full advantage of his position to do so - and I mustered no resistance. This fem little twink was face-fucking me and I just laid there....at least at first. I don't know how much time passed, but I began to swirl my tongue around his cock and participate. As soon as he felt me start to tongue his cock he began to get more aggressive. He rabbit-fucked my throat 2 or 3 times, then pulled out completely to cool off for a few seconds. After he calmed, he did it again. And again. At first, he continued to work my limp cock. But after a couple minutes, he just stopped and focused on his own pleasure. This went on for a while when he abruptly stood up, hooked his hands under my armpits and dragged me so that my head was hanging off the bed. I outweigh this skinny twink by over 50 pounds, yet he was manhandling me. And I let him.
Once he got me to the edge of the bed he let go. But when he realized my head wasn't hanging far enough off the bed he told me to scoot toward him. I was still frozen, in a daze when he grabbed my right nip, squeezed it hard and said "Scoot!". I scooted immediately and hung my head off the bed. I knew what was coming - I'd done this hundreds of times to my bottom boys. But I was helpless to stop it. I wanted to stand up, spank this twink's ass and put him in his place. But my limp cock and battered ego just let it happen. Jordan rested his small hand on my chest, lined up his rock-hard Asian cock, shoved it down my throat and held it there for a few seconds. Then he took a nice long stroke and did it again. And again.
After the fourth time he pulled his cock completely out and watched me as I tried to go after it, shocking myself. I caught his eye and the look he gave me was intense. He studied me. Then to my horror, he looked up and saw it. My own cock...rock hard. I realized it was happening as soon as the head of his dick hit my throat the first time. I was fully hard after he'd done it twice. On his 3rd stroke I had nearly cum.

Jordan smiled at me - a genuine smile. "Well Daddy, it looks like we
finally found something that makes you hard, didn't we?" It wasn't really
a question, so I didn't speak. I was afraid. Then he said, "What happened
to Mr Alpha Top?" When I didn't respond, he brushed the tip of his cock
over my lips, leaving a string of his precum. I admit it...I moaned out
loud. Then he said "Well?"

In a quiet voice, I responded "I'm not sure". Jordan looked at me for a
solid minute, neither of us speaking. His cock was just above my face and
his precum had drooled on my cheek and nose. He wasn't mean or cruel, but
he had changed in some fundamental way. And I realized in that moment that
he was calling the shots - all of them. I would do exactly what he said
from this point forward. We'd shared something significant - he had
watched my persona shatter before his eyes. All I wanted was to keep it
between the two of us - I was horrified that someone would find out. But I
think Jordan wanted something else. He had discovered a power he didn't
realize he had. Up to this point, I am certain he'd always thought of
himself as a bottom boy...even submissive. But I knew instantly that what
happened tonight had changed him. Maybe not with everyone, but Jordan was
no longer a bottom with me. He knew. I knew it. And it was clear that
Jordan was about to prove it to me.

When I came out of my thoughts, it was because Jordan had slapped me across
the face. "Get on all fours", he said. I scrambled to do what he wanted.
I yelped the first time his hand struck my right ass cheek. And again when
he struck the left. He spanked me continually for a full minute, until his
hand was aching and my ass was red and sore. At first I tried to move away
from him but he clamped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I was
taller...I outweighed him....I was far stronger. I could have broken him
in two. But when he squeezed my shoulder I stopped resisting. And he
needed no further confirmation that I was his. He was the alpha.

"From now on you are going to be a good boy for me. Spread your cheeks...I
want a taste of that DadPussy." DadPussy? Was he k**ding? WTF?? But my
resistance barely registered before I saw him move. He snatched the belt
from his skinny jeans and slammed it across my ass. Hard. When I reacted
by rising up, he started beating me with it. The old me (from 20 minutes
ago) would have taken him down. The new me cringed, jumped to the floor,
curled in a ball, protected myself. I was being disciplined like a bitch
by some smooth, little Asian twink. He stopped after 8 or 10 lashes. I
looked up and saw him standing there in all his twink glory. Godlike.
Cute little cock standing out in front of him. Harsh look in his eyes. I
would resist no more...he had crushed me. He said "What did I tell you to
do?" I lunged for the bed on all fours and spread my cheeks....just like
he had ordered me to.

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Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 2

Previously.. Jordan said, "From now on you are going to be a good boy for me. Spread
your cheeks...I want a taste of that DadPussy." DadPussy? Was he k**ding?
WTF?? But my resistance barely registered before I saw him move. He
snatched the belt from his skinny jeans and slammed it across my ass.
Hard. When I reacted by rising up, he started beating me with it. The old
me (from 20 minutes ago) would have taken him down. The new me cringed,
jumped to the floor, curled in a ball, protected myself. I was being
disciplined like a bitch by some smooth, little Asian twink. He stopped
after 8 or 10 lashes. I looked up and saw him standing there in all his
twink glory. Godlike. Cute little cock standing out in front of him.
Harsh look in his eyes. I would resist no more...he had crushed me. He
said "What did I tell you to do?" I lunged for the bed on all fours and
spread my cheeks....just like he had ordered me to.

Part Two:

When Jordan's tongue connected with my hole it was like a jolt of lightning
- my world went white. My cock, which had wilted under Jordan's beating,
immediately hardened. The joy of his tongue in my DadPussy (as Jordan
called it now) was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. Oh sure,
I'd been rimmed many times. But it was always my choice. It was me who
guided someone there, or in many cases ordered them to do it. This time
was different. My ass was being taken. It wasn't my decision, nor was it
mine to offer where Jordan was concerned. He took it from me, just as he
had taken my ego and my pride. But Jordan is not to blame. I faltered and
failed to perform as a top. And instead of recovering and walking away, I
allowed the tables to be turned. Maybe, on some level, I had invited it.
But no matter how we got here, Jordan called the shots.

And the boy could rim like no one I'd ever experienced. Later, when I
asked him about it, Jordan said he just rimmed me like he wanted to be
rimmed. But it was amazing....euphoric. His stamina was epic and I was
writhing and begging after a few minutes of this onslaught. Each of his
small hands had one of my meaty asscheeks in it. He smacked them
regularly, which was painful after the beating he'd given me. But I would
be lying if I said I didn't love it....every single minute of it. This
Asian twink was owning my ass and I was on all fours begging him to give me
more. Then, without warning, Jordan's hand wrapped around my thick cock.
I gasped as he shoved his tongue into me as far as it would go. My cock
fired, and fired, and fired, and fired. I babbled and begged and shot my
load onto the bed while he held my cock in one hand and my ass cheek in
another, fucking me with his tongue. I'm not sure how long it lasted. But
eventually Jordan's tongue left my ass and I felt him stand on the bed. I
was still on my knees, ass up, face in the pillow, trying to process what
happened when Jordan mounted me like a bitch. This little Asian twink,
half my size, impaled me on his boycock - shoved it to the hilt in one
move. And he rode me like the bitch I had become over the past 30 minutes.
Short, fast strokes until he roared and I felt his cock swell inside me.
As he unloaded into me he called me everything imaginable....whore, slut,
cumdump, bitch. When he was finished, he ordered me to lie flat as his
boycock slipped from my wet DadPussy. Then Jordan the twink, all 135lbs of
him, stretched out on my muscular back as I lay face down. He scooted up
to my ear and whispered "Fuck, Daddy, that was really hot. But we are just
getting started."

After a few minutes, Jordan rolled off and pulled me up next to him. I put
my arm around his shoulder and his head landed perfectly on my chest. He
tweaked my nipple, I flinched and he grinned. We were both happy and
spent...at least for the moment. We dozed for a bit.

I awakened first and tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Where
had I gone wrong? How had allowed this twink to dominate me so completely?
I was shell-shocked and I briefly thought about how to recover. If I could
turn the tables and fuck him....this would become a distant memory. Except
I knew deep in my soul that I would never fuck Jordan. Ever. As much as I
love to bone a smooth twink, I would never think of Jordan that way again.
He would always inspire fear in me, uncertainty, trepidation...and lust.
But the lust I felt, the fantasies running through my head, had the same
theme. Jordan was in control. Jordan was on top. As I laid there, I was
consumed by it.

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Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 3

Previously: I awakened first and tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Where
had I gone wrong? How had allowed this twink to dominate me so completely?
I was shell-shocked and I briefly thought about how to recover. If I could
turn the tables and fuck him....this would become a distant memory. Except
I knew deep in my soul that I would never fuck Jordan. Ever. As much as I
love to bone a smooth twink, I would never think of Jordan that way again.
He would always inspire fear in me, uncertainty, trepidation...and lust.
But the lust I felt, the fantasies running through my head, had the same
theme. Jordan was in control. Jordan was on top. As I laid there, I was
consumed by it.

Part Three

When he awoke, we talked. If anyone was more surprised than me about what
happened between us, it was Jordan. He's a bottom. A twink. That's how
he sees himself, even after what just happened. He fantasizes about hairy
dads fucking him. But he also acknowledges that something profound
happened tonight. Jordan had never thought of himself as a top...ever. He
had never fucked a guy - he was always on bottom. He'd never been
aggressive toward any guy. He had never spanked anyone or used force as he
did with me. As a slim, polite twink, Jordan had always played his role
perfectly. Until tonight.

Jordan says it started innocently enough. He likes older guys, so it
wasn't the first time his sexual partner failed to get an erection. He
understood it, even though he was disappointed. But Jordan describes
himself as "super horned", which is why he decided to flip around and see
if I would suck his cock (as a polite Asian bottom boy, Jordan thought this
was a bold move). He was shocked when I accepted his cock, but Jordan
still didn't think I would suck him very long. Then he felt my tongue
swirling around his dick and he realized I was getting into it. He says he
felt "emboldened" and "brave". He gained confidence As Jordan became more
aggressive, he says he felt me become more passive. I remember
surrendering to my fate and deciding to suck him, but I didn't think of it
as being passive at the time. Anyway, Jordan says he felt a change in me.
Emboldened, he suddenly understood that I would not resist him. He was
excited by it, by the thought of HIM using ME for his pleasure. Jordan
says that when he ordered me to hang my head off the bed and I complied, he
knew there was no turning back. He'd been there as a bottom. Once he
established control, Jordan knew he couldn't let-up. And he didn't.

In Jordan's mind, it became a crucial battle at that point. He kept
pushing my limits and I kept giving-in. He slapped me and I winced, but
did nothing about it. He degraded me and I didn't fight back. He used my
mouth like a bitch and my hard cock proved how much it turned me on. He
beat me with a belt and I cowered. And in his final act, he mounted and
bred me. Jordan made me his bottom, his personal DadPussy. And as I
listened in shock to this assessment, he calmly, politely explained that I
was his bitch now.

I laid there listening in amazement (what led this twink to think he owned
me?) . But as I was trying to comprehend his words, Jordan rolled over,
leaned back and I felt his hand on my neck. His cute little cock was
standing at attention and I have to admit that he looked incredibly hot, so
lean and petite. But I was still reeling and this was new to me. I
couldn't give-in, could I? Even after what had happened?? The pressure on
my neck increased, yet I continued to hold firm. I was going to put a stop
to this right now. I....SMACK. My head spun to the right and my head hit
the headboard. When I recovered, I turned to find Jordan kneeling with his
cock in my face. This time when he applied pressure I leaned forward and
took him into my mouth. He wasn't gentle....I had ruined his mood with my
resistance. Jordan ordered me to put both hands behind my back and I moved
quickly to obey. Obey...I hate that word, but there is nothing else to
describe how it felt to me. Once my hands were behind me, he brutally
fucked my mouth. No mercy. His cock was in my throat for more than 15
minutes and I struggled to breathe at times. Jordan didn't care. Some
sadistic instinct in him had been unleashed. And I found myself completely
submissive to him, even fearful of him. Me - Mr Alpha, reduced to a
cocksucking coward. When he felt his orgasm getting close he stopped
suddenly. Still on his knees, he backed up a couple feet and looked me up
and down. My thick cock was throbbing, even after the abuse my throat had
just taken. If Jordan needed proof of my submission, my lust for him, he
surely had it. He looked pleased with himself. "Get your legs in the
air", he said. I scooted down in the bed and raised my legs slightly.
"Higher". I raised them higher as Jordan looked at me, enjoying my
discomfort. What a contrast we were. Smooth, slim Asian twink with his
hard cock sticking straight up against his flat stomach. And
me....muscular and hairy with my legs half in the air, looking embarrassed
and uncomfortable. Jordan slapped my ass and I yelped. "Higher. Hook
your arms behind your knees and pull those legs back as far as you can. I
want to see your DadPussy before I breed it again." I closed my eyes and
did as I was told. "Open your eyes. I want you to look at me this time
when I fuck you.". I opened them as Jordan put one of his slim hands on my
ass and spun me around on the bed until he was in position. There I was on
my back, arms hooked behind my knees, pulling back hard on my legs so he
wouldn't be angry. I needed Jordan to see my effort because I couldn't
handle being punished again right now. But there are many forms of
punishment. Jordan changed tactics.

As I watched him closely and prepared for a rough entry, Jordan slowly
eased closer until his boycock grazed my hole (my DadPussy). He looked
down and spat, slowly drizzling it on my hole. I couldn't help it...I
groaned. "You like that?" I didn't respond. He spat again, but this time
I was ready. I locked my legs in place and stayed quiet. But Jordan
wasn't finished with my embarrassment. He leaned forward ever so slightly
and started rubbing the tip of his cock around my hole. I sucked in a
breath of air. My cock throbbed and a drop of precum appeared. He did it
again, only this time he pushed a little and the tip of his cock
disappeared into my hole. I gasped and my eyes closed for a second before
I remembered the rules. I locked eyes with him again. Jordan continued my
torture - circling my hole with his cock, occasionally poking the tip
inside. He enjoyed my discomfort. He thrived on my lust. He was
conquering me bit by bit. Meanwhile, I kept my legs in the air, locked
with my elbows. They cramped but I knew I had to stay in place. This
version of Jordan frightened me on some level and I wanted to please him.
He spit again and slowly started to work more of his cock into me. I found
myself pushing toward him, thrusting back. He smiled...."just tell me you
like it", he said. "I do", I replied.

"Respectfully", Jordan insisted. "I do, Sir", I replied. He poked again -
half his cock in me this time. I groaned and lost the last of my pride.
"Oh God, Sir. I really do. I need it. Please fuck me."

My arms were still locked behind my knees when Jordan leaned forward,
clamped his left hand on my throat and thrust his hips forward. I tried to
gasp but he had my throat in a firm grip. Jordan buried his cock to the
hilt. When his abs grazed my dick in the process, I started firing volleys
of cum on his abs and thrashing about. His eyes never left mine and I
didn't dare look away. I was ashamed. But I was also more horny than I'd
ever been in my life. As my orgasm continued, his began. I felt Jordan's
slim cock swell to its max and his eyes rolled back in his head. My
DadPussy, already sloppy with his first load, began to feel full and wet as
he locked his hips in place against my asscheeks. He relaxed his hand a
bit and I inhaled a breath as he continued to unload. It seemed to last
forever, but eventually he stopped and let go of my throat. I lowered my
legs and wrapped my big arms around him as I felt his cock slip from my
hole. I hadn't cum twice in an hour for many years. And I had never cum
as intensely as today. I was dazed and confused - still trying to accept
my new reality. But I had changed. In the course of an hour, my life had
been upended by a twink 20 years my junior and half my size.


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Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 4
Previously: Jordan relaxed his hand a bit and I inhaled a breath as he continued to unload. It seemed to last forever, but eventually he stopped and let go of my throat. I lowered my legs and wrapped my big arms around him as I felt his cock slip from my hole. I hadn't cum twice in an hour for many years. And I had never cum as intensely as today. I was dazed and confused - still trying to accept my new reality. But I had changed. In the course
of an hour, my life had been upended by a twink 20 years my junior and half my size.

Part Four:
I dozed again but not for long. Jordan rolled off me and pulled-on some shorts. His lithe, lean body still glistened with sweat as he began to move toward the bathroom. "Be gone when I get out of the shower", he said
over his shoulder, and he closed the bathroom door.
It's hard to describe how I felt. Used, abused, defiled, embarrassed. I had been stripped of my dignity and fucked like a cheap trick. And now Jordan was tossing me out, just as I had done to many guys over the years.
As I stood and began to dress, I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. Would I hear from him again? Would he regret this? What if I ran into him somewhere...would it be awkward? Wait...Oh God...would he TELL HIS FRIENDS
what happened? Or MY FRIENDS?? I started to panic. I couldn't let people find out that I'd been dominated by a twink. My social reputation would be ruined. But then the panic turned to fear when I heard the shower shut-off. Jordan told me to be gone when he returned from the shower. Shit....I needed to get moving. Fast!

Several days passed and I heard nothing from Jordan. I went about my days
as usual - the office, gym, drinks with friends. But I'd be lying if I
said I wasn't waiting for a text from him, some sort of sign. I'm not good
with unknowns. My rational brain was telling me to let it go, pretend it
didn't happen, ignore Jordan if he texted and avoid him for the foreseeable
future. But I knew I couldn't, even if I tried. I was avoiding my fuck
buds since my tryst with Jordan - I wasn't in the mood. I'd been horny,
but my fantasies had suddenly changed. They no longer revolved around me
being the alpha. I wanted to be dominated again. I was fighting it. And
I was losing. What was I going to do?

The answer came two days later on my drive home from the office. A text
from Jordan...."My place. Now." I changed my route immediately to head to
Jordan's building. "Yes sir", I replied. "10 minutes". I realized I was
perspiring and cranked-up the a/c. My cock, which I hadn't touched in
days, was brick-hard in my slacks. I licked my lips.

Once I found a parking space and got out of the car, I checked my
reflection. I looked good. I was well-built for a guy my age, muscular in
all the right places. My suit was tailored and my beard neatly trimmed. I
admired my physique for a few more seconds before I headed to Jordan's
apartment. I knocked on the door and....a guy who was NOT JORDAN answered.
Roommate? It hadn't crossed my mind but it made sense. Two bedrooms, two
baths - Jordan had a roommate. Oh fuck! "Uh...hi, is Jordan here?", I
said. This guy was a textbook nerd. Skinny, glasses, pale, disinterested.
But sexy, definitely sexy. Unlike Jordan, he didn't have any swish. He
was a boy-man. Not fem, not a twink. Young, but manly. "He's in his
room", said the nerd. I dropped my eyes and made a beeline for Jordan's
room. I couldn't have anyone else know about us, about what Jordan had
done to me. The presence of another person in his apartment, a roommate,
was unnerving.

I opened the door to Jordan's room and started to speak when he held up his
hand. I closed the door behind me and waited. Jordan said, "I said come
now. Right now. Not after you preened in the windshield of your car or
shot the shit with my roommate." I started to protest when he held up his
hand again. I went silent and waited. "Are we clear?", he said. "Yes
sir", I replied. "Good. You have 3 minutes to get me off before my Uber
arrives."

I panicked for a second, but then lust consumed me. Jordan was standing by
the bed, buttoning his shirt. I dropped to my knees and fished his hot
little cock out of his boxers. He started to bone-up as soon as I touched
it. I engulfed him to the root immediately. He grew hard in my throat. 3
minutes wasn't long, so I sucked for all I was worth. My tongue made love
to his beautiful Asian boner as my fingers tickled his balls. Jordan
moaned and I felt his hand on my head. I doubled-down and increased the
pace as he stroked my head. "Oh yeah, Daddy", Jordan sighed, as I held
onto one of his beautiful ass cheeks for leverage. We continued like this
for another minute or so. I worked so hard...I wanted to please this boy.
I wanted to make him cum in 3 minutes! Then it happened. Jordan's hand
clamped onto the back of my head and his entire body went rigid. He buried
his cock in my throat and started to unload. Once, twice...oh no - WTF?
He pulled out too soon. At least that's what I thought until he grabbed
his beautiful dick and started painting my face with his load. It was on
my nose, in my beard, on my cheek, and probably staining my $1500 suit by
now. But I didn't care. I'd made him cum in 3 minutes. I was immensely
pleased with myself.

Jordan finished stroking and stepped forward. He didn't have to say
anything - I cleaned his cock like a good bitch, swallowing every drop of
his cum. As he stepped back to put on his jeans, I licked my lips and
reached to wipe the cum from my face. "Uh-uh. Leave it there", he said as
he continued to dress.

"Leave it?", I replied, shocked. "Yes", Jordan said. "I'll give you
permission to wipe it off, but not until later. You can take care of your
suit as soon as you get home, though". With that he took one last look in
the mirror and headed for the door to leave. I started to stand, but
Jordan turned around. "Not yet. Neal needs a blowjob before you go. Stay
put." And then he walked out.

I froze. Neal needs a blowjob? Neal, the roommate?? The roommate who
could never know that I was Jordan's bitch??? But I barely processed those
thoughts when I heard the apartment door slam and Neal's footsteps coming
down the hall. There I was, covered in Jordan's cum, kneeling beside
Jordan's bed when Neal unceremoniously entered the bedroom. He crossed and
stood in front of me in a pair of athletic shorts that hung loosely from
his skinny frame. As I said before, Neal is not a twink. He is a nerd. A
pale, white, smooth , red-haired nerd. 5'9, 135, soaking wet. He was
barefoot with an oversize t-shirt over his athletic shorts. I was suddenly
very aware of him....his closeness. Neal scrutinized me while I waited.
Finally he said, "When Jordan said his bud would blow me, I laughed at him.
But you are covered in the dude's cum. Is this for real?"

I stammered. I wanted to explain it away, to protest. But instead I
leaned forward and breathed-in his scent, rubbed my face over his crotch.
He moaned and said, "Holy fuck". What happened next shocked me. Neal's
cock began to make an appearance beneath the athletic shorts. His long,
hard, thick bull of a cock. It tented his shorts and I reached out to
touch it. Neal groaned his approval. I tried to wrap my hand around it
but couldn't - the guy was hung. Really hung. I tugged on the waistband
of his shorts and they slid down his non-existent ass. Neal was a stick -
skinny arms, skinny legs, no pecs, lean stomach. But in the cock
department he had been endowed. once it cleared his shorts, his big cock
snapped up against his stomach, taking his long t-shirt with it. "Wow", I
said before I could stop myself. I looked up and Neal smiled. "Get busy,
dude. I gotta study."

And I did. In my previous life as a top, I'd seen big cocks on some of the
bottoms I fucked. I'd played with them as I fucked a guy. But I'd never
tried to get one in my mouth. Neal was a challenge. I wrapped my hand
around it and started on the tip. His cock felt incredibly hard and thick.
My own cock was below average compared to Neal. If he'd been a jock, Neal
might have realized that his equipment dwarfed most guys. But he wasn't a
jock and he didn't act like a typical guy with a big dick. He was shy and
awkward. Neal was definitely into getting blown, but he was a passive
participant. Neal wasn't fucking my face or trying to control how it
happened - he just let me suck. I found myself totally turned-on by his
size and his attitude. I adjusted to his thickness and started to apply my
skills. Neal groaned in appreciation. "Fuck dude, that's amazing", he
said. I hummed my appreciation and tried to fit more of him into my mouth.
This wasn't like sucking Jordan at all. Jordan fit perfectly into my
throat and sucking him was actually enjoyable - fun. With Neal, just
getting him into my mouth was a challenge. When I'd taken as much of his
length as I could handle, I could still wrap my hand around the base. He
finally sat on Jordan's bed and laid back. Since my mouth was impaled on
his cock, I followed, rising on my knees and leaning over him. I nursed
him. I stopped to suck his balls while I stroked his hefty tool. He loved
it and told me so. Pleasing Neal was easy, probably because he didn't have
much experience. I wanted to make it good for him.

He had surprising stamina for a young guy. I worked hard for a full 10
minutes before I felt him turn to stone. He was squirming on the bed and
twice he said "Dude"....."DUUDE" as a warning. I heard him, but there was
only one place I wanted Neal's load. He started to speak one more time but
it turned into a deep, guttural growl. I was holding onto the base of his
cock with my right hand and I had risen to my tip-toes, leaning over him
and trying to keep his beautiful dick in my mouth. It was sudden and
violent when he exploded. I felt a powerful surge and I was immediately
overwhelmed by the volume of cum he was shooting. The floodgates had
opened. With each pulse he sat upright in bed, then fell back on the
mattress. Again and again he growled and exploded. There was so much cum
that I finally had to let go with my mouth, but I kept stroking his cock
and balls. He seemed to cum forever.

When Neal finally stopped - when his massive orgasm ended, he was once
again shy and self-conscious. "Thanks dude, that was really good.", he
said. Then he stood up, grabbed his shorts and bolted from the room.

I was exhausted and sweaty. I still had Jordan's cum on my face and in my
beard. I could taste Neal in my mouth and a copious amount of his seed was
dripping from my hand. I stared at it for a second before I started to
lick it off. Jordan tasted sweet. Neal tasted manly. I finished cleaning
my hand and then stood up. I was a mess. My knees were soiled from the
floor. My own cock had exploded when Neal shot his load, leaving a big wet
spot on my slacks. My gym bag was in the car but I still needed to get
there. And Jordan's load...he hadn't given me permission to wipe it off
yet. Fuck! I moved toward the living room glancing about for Neal - I
couldn't look him in the eye right now. But he had gone to his bedroom and
shut the door. I slipped out and made it across the street to my SUV
without encountering anyone. I wriggled out of my suit and into a pair of
shorts and a wife-beater. Better, definitely better. I decided to stop at
the dry cleaner on the way home and drop the suit.

I parked in the loading zone and jogged happily to the door of my dry
cleaners. I had a spring in my step - I felt like a k**. The young,
Korean guy behind the counter eyed me warily, even though we had seen one
another dozens of times. He logged my suit and gave me a ticket. I
thanked him and turned to leave when he said, "You might want to wipe your
face, Mr Bradley"....

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Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 5
Previously: I parked in the loading zone and jogged happily to the door of my dry cleaners. I had a spring in my step - I felt like a k**. The young, Korean guy behind the counter eyed me warily, even though we had seen one
another dozens of times. He logged my suit and gave me a ticket. I thanked him and turned to leave when he said, "You might want to wipe your face, Mr Bradley"....

Part Five:

I froze for 3 seconds, then bolted out the door without acknowledging his
comment. I could feel his satisfied grin from behind me, adding to my
shame. I'd completely forgotten that Jordan's cum was still splattered on
my face (and in my beard) for all to see.

I headed home, poured a drink and tried to relax. Shortly after I settled
on the sofa, my phone buzzed with a text from Jordan. "Text me a selfie."
His intention was clear, of course. He wanted to see if his cum was still
on my face where he left it. So I took a selfie and hit send. A few
minutes later he responded..."U can wash it off, unless you like it?" I
replied "thank u". But it didn't stop there.

"U were good to Neal and I will reward u for it", Jordan typed. My anal
response to him, "My goal is to please u but discretion is really important
to me - must discuss". Silence followed....several minutes. Then he
responded...."Discretion is earned. On my way home and there is one more
load with your name on it. Be ready in 15. Ass up, face down". "Text
address & leave door unlocked".

Once again, I was scrambling to please Jordan. I called the front desk to
make certain they knew he was coming. I could almost hear the doorman
chuckling...they always know when it is a hookup. Jordan wanted me ass up
so I stripped down to a jock, grabbed some towels and lube and got the bed
ready. My bedroom was a dark, manly room with a couple of well-placed
mirrors that could be used to observe as I was having sex. I knelt in
profile to one of these mirrors and turned to admire myself. I looked hot
in my jock with my muscle ass sticking out. I was amazed at how quickly I
had accepted my fate. I didn't even hesitate today - either time. When
Jordan texted earlier, I made a beeline for his place and never questioned
his intent. Not only did I let him use me for a quickie (with no regard
for my needs), I obeyed when he told me to service his roommate, Neal. How
quickly I've become Jordan's sub, his own, personal toy. And I wanted
more.

I heard the front door close and lock, followed by the sound of voices.
Voices? WTF? Jordan brought someone to my home without asking me?? I
grabbed a pair of shorts and moved to investigate. This was Jordan's first
time at my condo so I found him in the living room, admiring the decor.
Standing next to him was a man in his late 30's, Latino, well dressed, very
handsome. He stood 6'2 and weighed maybe 200. He was muscular with wavy
black hair and a beautiful smile. Instinct took over I began to walk
toward this man with my hand extended to shake. I got halfway across the
living room when Jordan coughed and made eye contact. I froze. "How did I
tell you to greet me?", he asked. Huh? He brought a friend so he
certainly couldn't expect me to greet them on my bed with my ass in the
air. Could he? I recovered...

"Mmm..I didn't realize you were bringing a friend, so I thought I should
come say hello - offer you guys a drink". There. I had kept my voice
steady and a smile painted on my face. It was important that this newcomer
understands he is in MY home and I am his host. Jordan stared at me with a
neutral expression while his friend looked slightly amused. Then Jordan
said cooly.."John, this is Guillermo. Guillermo, this is John." Once
again I started to move toward Guillermo with my hand extended. But before
I could take a step, Jordan spoke again looking directly at me. "Now that
we finished with the pleasantries, tell Guillermo how you were supposed to
greet us." Oh God, I had never anticipated anything like this. My mind
raced and I tried to think of something funny to say. I had to deflect. I
couldn't let this newcomer find out that I wasn't the top in this
relationship. As I stalled, Jordan began to unbuckle the belt on his
skinny jeans. My eyes got wide. He said, "There is only one correct
answer. Look at Guillermo and explain my instructions. NOW!" I flinched
when he raised his voice and panicked when he suddenly pulled the belt from
his jeans. Jordan had that look in his eye again, the one that frightened
me despite the difference in our sizes. I lowered my head and said, in a
whisper, "Face down, ass up". This time Guillermo's deep voice, which I
was hearing for the first time, spoke. "What did he say? And what's with
the belt?"


Jordan responded to me in his fem, even voice. "Look up and speak clearly
to Guillermo". I raised my head and stared at Guillermo, who was clearly
confused. "Face down, ass up. Jordan told me to be waiting face down, ass
up". As it registered, Guillermo's shock was evident. He grinned and
turned to Jordan. "You said you had a 3rd, but this wasn't quite what I
expected". Jordan smiled his brilliant twink smile at this handsome man
and stated the obvious. "I'm YOUR bottom, he's mine. Of course I'll be
happy to share his skills if it turns you on." I could see Guillermo
processing this information. Jordan must be a hookup for Guillermo - they
clearly didn't know one another well. Guillermo was probably a business
traveler since I'd never seen him around town before. He was mulling it
over - we tops normally dictate the terms of our encounters, right? But I
could tell he was intrigued. "Sure...." was the only thing he said.


Jordan spoke next. "As for the belt, John was a top until last week when I
took him down. He is still getting used to the rules. There are
consequences for disobeying me, especially when I made myself very clear.
Guillermo was listening, but he was still processing and didn't speak. He
looked from Jordan to me, expecting me to protest. I stood quietly until
Jordan's voice broke the silence.


"We don't have all night, so let's get your punishment out of the way and
have some fun. Drop the shorts." I didn't hesitate. I was already
humiliated in front of this stud, my rival, and I was in no mood to drag it
out longer. I dropped the loose gym shorts to reveal the black jock I was
wearing underneath. In the mirror, I noticed Guillermo's obvious approval
as my muscular ass made its appearance. Hmm...apparently twinks weren't
Guillermo's only food group! :)


"Bend over the arm of the sofa", Jordan ordered. I dreaded it since I'd
been on the receiving end of his belt during our first encounter. He might
be a twink, but he could swing a belt with fury. I bent over and the first
blow came immediately "Whack!". It landed on my left asscheek and I
yelped. The next blow hit my right asscheek and I yelped again, but stayed
in place. Then Jordan paused to glance at Guillermo, who had just
unbuckled his slacks and freed an impressive, 7.5-in uncut cock. As Jordan
raised the belt for a 3rd time, Guillermo moved in front of me, knelt on
the sofa and presented his dick to me. I accepted it just as Jordan's 3rd
blow landed square in the middle of my ass. I couldn't see either of their
faces, but I felt Guillermo lean forward and I could tell that they were
making out. I used the opportunity to swirl my tongue around Guillermo's
ample cock and slid it down to the root. He moaned in appreciation,
although I'm not sure if it was my efforts or Jordan's that caused it.
Jordan dropped the belt and moved his small hand onto my asscheeks,
massaging them and smacking me occasionally. His hand still stung, but not
nearly as much as the belt. I continued to savor Guillermo as he made-out
passionately with Jordan. Jordan's hand left my ass for a brief moment.
When it returned, he slid a spit-soaked finger into me . I couldn't help
it - my entire body vibrated and I backed up onto it. He swirled his
finger around inside me as I continued to work Guillermo's fat dick. I
hadn't sucked many uncut cocks and I was enjoying the sensation. Guillermo
was making constant noise and I noticed that one of his big hands had
snaked its way down the back of Jordan's jeans. If anyone had walked-in,
they would have witnessed quite a sight.


First there was me, the oldest, hairiest and most muscular of our 3-some.
I was bent over the sofa arm with my beefy ass in the air. It was red from
the spanking I'd just endured and my forearms were supporting me on the arm
of the sofa. Guillermo was kneeling in all his glory, shirtless and
beautiful in a model-esque sort of way. It was clear that Guillermo lived
well and took great care of himself. He smelled amazing. He was smooth
and muscular, although leaner than me. His tailored slacks were unzipped
and his big, smooth cock was buried in my mouth. Guillermo had one hand on
the back of the sofa for support, the other was firmly clamped to Jordan's
ass. He and Jordan were locked in a passionate kiss. And then there was
Jordan. Beltless and shirtless by now - slim and lithe. His skinny jeans
were unbuckled and Guillermo's big hand was gripping Jordan's ass, one of
his fingers digging at Jordan's boypussy. I was on sensory overload and my
cock was throbbing beneath me. As hot as this moment was, Guillermo
decided it was time to move things along.


Jordan had 3 fingers working my hole by the time Guillermo yanked his cock
free from my mouth. I missed it immediately - his was the finest cock I'd
ever sucked. And he might have been the finest looking man I'd ever seen.
But Jordan was a beautiful twink, so it made sense that they hooked up. I
digress....


"Lube!", Guillermo barked. This Latin was on fire!


Jordan's fingers vacated my DadPussy and he smacked my right asscheek hard.
"You heard him", Jordan said. I jumped and headed for the bedroom, where I
kept supplies in my bedside drawer. My legs were cramped and I was glad
for the respite. But I was as eager as them to take it to the next level.
I'd never been so goddamned excited. I was fumbling for the lube when I
heard them enter the bedroom. Guillermo was completely naked, which caused
me to do a double-take. My God he was stunning! I tossed the supplies on
the bed with a towel and awaited instructions. It didn't take long.


Jordan was in the lead with Guillermo mauling his ass. Jordan's cute
little cock was bricked-up and I could tell he was in heaven. They came to
the side of the bed where I was standing and Guillermo's left hand reached
for me. He grabbed me by the jock and literally pulled me into position,
facing the side of the bed. Then, Guillermo shoved me over the edge of the
bed face down. He simultaneously kicked my legs apart and pushed my ass
lower. I was dazed, excited and confused. But it became clear an instant
later when he moved Jordan into position behind me. Jordan was only 5'6"
and Guillermo needed my ass to line up with Jordan's cock. The realization
was very erotic.


Guillermo handed the lube to Jordan and said "Get him ready". The mirrors
in my bedroom allowed me to see what was happening behind me and damn it
was quite a sight. As Jordan squeezed lube onto his fingers, Guillermo
dropped to his knees and grabbed two handfuls of prime Asian ass. Jordan's
voice was soft and feminine by nature. But when Guillermo's tongue
connected with his hole, Jordan moaned like an Asian girl. I watched as
Guillermo assaulted Jordan's hole like a starving man. It was porn
material and G clearly enjoyed eating ass. Once Jordan caught his breath,
I felt his hand move to my quivering hole. Yep, you heard me. Mr Former
Top was waiting for it. My hole felt empty the past couple minutes and I
was jealous of the attention Jordan was getting. While Guillermo
tongue-fucked my boy to new heights (as proven by his crescendo of moans),
Jordan started working my ass like a pro. When a bottom guy tops, he knows
exactly how to get a man's ass ready. Jordan was no exception and I was
making plenty of noise myself. My low moans mixed with his high pitched
squeals (and Guillermo's slurping) were sex tape in the making.


I felt them change positions before I saw it, my eyes had been closed,
enjoying the sensations. Guillermo literally lifted Jordan into place, his
cock in the crack of my ass. G moved the boy up and down and let him rut
me for a few strokes while he lubed Jordan and began to finger fuck him.
Jordan slid his cock up and down my ass crack, blissfully grazing my hole
each time, while he fucked himself on Guillermo's fingers. This might have
gone on for several minutes except that Jordan announced "Oh God, I'm so
close". G wasn't about to let Jordan cum, at least not yet. So he yanked
his fingers out and moved into position behind Jordan.


My ass had risen a bit during the past couple minutes and G shoved it back
down firmly. Then he took Jordan's cock in his hand and lined it up with
my hole. "Easy, very easy", he said to Jordan, who entered me with care to
avoid prematurely ejaculating. My ass was tight, but Jordan's slim cock
was easy to take. If someone was going to turn me into a bottom, I'd
definitely picked the right guy! After I was fully impaled on Jordan's
cock, Guillermo took a minute to admire his work. "I have so many
questions about how you two hooked-up, especially how Jordan ended-up on
top. But this is one of the hottest scenes I've ever witnessed.", G said.
Jordan and I both smiled, each of us recalling the night in question. Then
Jordan flexed his cock a couple times inside me, reminding me who my master
was. He giggled. A moment later, Jordan's chest landed flat against my
muscular back and his hand grabbed my shoulder for support. Given Jordan's
height, his head was between my shoulder blades and I could see Guillermo's
reflection in the mirror, slapping his beautiful cock on my boy's ass. I
felt Jordan wriggling impatiently, buried to the root inside me. Then he
went rigid. Guillermo was slowly, steadily easing his cock into Jordan.
And from the sound of it, my boy was in heaven.


Guillermo took a couple of easy strokes while Jordan adjusted and moaned
his obvuios pleasure. Then, with the suddenness of a lightning bolt, G's
big cock hit Jordan's boynut. Jordan started writhing like an epileptic
having a seizure! If Guillermo hadn't held him in place, Jordan would have
disengaged involuntarily. But G was a man who knew what he was doing. And
I recognized immediately what was happening since I'd felt this before.
Jordan was cumming like a freight train, flooding my insides. Guillermo
rode him through the entire thing, hitting his boynut over and over until
Jordan was spent, exhausted. He went limp on my back and 10 seconds later,
his cock slipped out of me. Jordan might have been the youngest of us, but
he was done for now. That didn't deter Guillermo in the slightest.


He gingerly wrapped his hands around Jordan, lifted him from my back and
picked him up with great care. My horniness was momentarily overcome by my
admiration for Guillermo, and I found myself in dad-mode, happy that my boy
was being treated so well. G kissed Jordan passionately and then laid him
back on the pillows, making sure he was comfortable. Jordan was in a
blissful, trance-like state. It was clear that this was one of his best
sexual experiences ever. And I found myself proud to be part of it. But
then Guillermo turned back to me....


I was still bent-over the side of the bed in my jock, ass exposed, Jordan's
cum dripping from my hole. But I had risen to my elbows as I watched
Guillermo gently place Jordan on the pillows. When G turned back to me, I
noticed two things. His cock was throbbing up and down steadily with his
heartbeat - the man was consumed with lust. And when he looked at me it
was not with longing. I was prey, pure and simple. It scared the shit out
of me. Getting dominated and used by Jordan, all 135 pounds and 4.5 inches
of him, was one thing. But Guillermo was quite another. At 6'2", 200
pounds and a 7 Ω" substantial cock, he was all man. And he looked
determined to finish what he'd started. As this realization sunk-in, I
quickly looked past Guillermo to Jordan. He nodded slightly, so my fate
was sealed. Two things occurred to me in that moment. First, I was about
to get long-dicked by a man who was on a mission. Second, I had actually
looked to Jordan for permission. WTF?


But I didn't have long to consider these things. Guillermo grabbed me
around the waist and lifted the rest of me onto the bed. "All fours", he
growled, and I jumped into position. We were perpendicular to Jordan (who
was relaxing like royalty) and I felt G move behind me and start slapping
my ass with his big cock. I was scared, but I was also in heat. So was
he. Guillermo was mauling my ass with his hands and teasing my hole with
his tool. I was lubed with Jordan's huge load, which seemed to excite G
even more. He kept teasing me with the head while his hands explored my
muscular body. He squeezed and poked, slapped and poked, spanked and
poked. I groaned with lust and flexed every muscle in my body. I wanted
to show-off for this man. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to know
he was about to fuck a MAN, not a boy. I glanced sideways at Jordan and
saw this his cock was hard again. Instinctinvely, I moved to take it in my
mouth. As I engulfed Jordan's cock, Guillermo slid his dick into me. I
screamed.


It wasn't as much the pain as the surprise of it. Jordan had already
fucked me, so my ass was lubed, open and ready. And Guillermo had been
teasing my hole for several minutes with the head of his cock, giving me a
chance to adjust to his size. But now that he was inside me, I realized
just how big he really was. I was full, and he reached nerve endings I
didn't know I had. I was struggling to cope with sensations when it
happened. He suddenly stopped exploring my ass and started to fuck me for
all he was worth. At first he grabbed both hips and pounded me hard for 15
or 20 strokes. Then he shifted to one knee and grabbed my shoulder,
pulling me back onto his cock over and over. I had to give up Jordan's
cock in this position, but it was okay. Jordan leaned forward, wrapped his
hand around my neck and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Each time G pulled
me back onto his cock for another stroke, Jordan went with me.


After another 20 strokes, G pulled out. Jordan was still kissing me
passionately but I felt empty. Guillermo rolled onto his back and ordered
me to ride it. It looked massive, glistening with a combination of lube,
Jordan's cum and my ass juices. I straddled him and started to sit on it
when he stopped me. I was facing him, but he wanted me in reverse. He
laid his head back against Jordan's stomach while I turned around. I'd
never sat on anyone's cock. Ever. But I sunk slowly onto his and moaned
my appreciation. "Ride", he said. And I did. His hands continued to maul
my ass cheeks and spread them so he could see his big cock go in and out.
Jordan gently tweaked G's nips and rubbed his pecs while I rode the man
like a cheap whore. Fuck, it was nice. Really nice. I started to rub my
cock through the fabric of the jock when Guillermo spoke. "Time to finish
up", he said.


G lifted me off his cock and ordered me onto my stomach. Jordan moved to
stand beside the bed. He shoved his cute little cock into my mouth and
started going for broke - Jordan was wound-up again. At the same
time. Guillermo spread my cheeks with his hands and slid his dick back into
me. He grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and got down to business - the
business of his orgasm. He pumped me about 10 times when I felt it. My
cock, still trapped in the jock, was wedged against the bed and I was
starting to cum. I groaned loudly around Jordan's cock as it began and my
hole clamped down tight on Guillermo. "Fuck!", I heard him growl, "Mother
fuck!". It felt like his cock doubled in size and he went into overdrive.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck", he chanted with each thrust of his cock. This man was
breeding me, planting his seed. I was underneath him squirming on the bed
and dumping my own load into my jockstrap. It was indescribable. I was 44
years old. I'd only been fucked a handful of times before this. And I had
never cum with a cock up my ass. But here I was, spewing buckets without
even touching myself.


Jordan was the last of us to cum (his 2nd time, of course). He said "Oh
shit" as I tasted the first spurt of his load. Damn, he tasted so good.
But in true Jordan fashion, he pulled out quickly and painted my face with
the rest of it just as Guillermo's big cock slipped from my hole....

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Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 6
Previously: Jordan was the last of us to cum (his 2nd time, of course). He said "Oh
shit" as I tasted the first spurt of his load. Damn, he tasted so good.
But in true Jordan fashion, he pulled out quickly and painted my face with
the rest of it just as Guillermo's big cock slipped from my hole....

Chapter Six

After our tryst with Guillermo, things settled into something of a routine
for Jordan and me. When he wanted me, I made myself available. But I
didn't pester him. For several weeks he texted me once or twice a week.
Sometimes it was just a quick blowjob. Other times Jordan wanted to fuck
me. One night he showed up at my place after midnight, drunk and angry. I
answered the door irritated. As soon as I closed the door, Jordan ordered
me to my knees and slapped me several times, calling me a bitch and a cunt.
Then he backed me against the wall on my ass, fished out his cock and
face-fucked me until he unloaded. Jordan's anger dissipated immediately
after his orgasm - the shy, Asian trink returned. He zipped-up and left
without another word. But other than this one night, our relationship
became something of a routine fuck-buddy thing. I was the bottom buddy. I
knew he continued to see other guys....as many as he wanted with his good
looks. But I didn't find myself jealous. Jordan was always on bottom with
the other guys. When he wanted to top, I was his go-to.


Whenever we got together at Jordan's place, I was expected to blow Neal
(Jordan's roommate) after Jordan finished with me. Neal the Nerd was
always complimentary and grateful. And I grew to enjoy sucking that
monster cock of his. Win/win.


I resumed playing with my fuck buddies as a top and overall it was going
well. I still enjoyed sinking my cock into one of my regular buds, but I
didn't relish it as much now that Jordan was in my life. And I found
myself fantasizing that one of them would turn the tables on me. Since my
role with these guys was well-established (me on top), it wouldn't happen
unless I made the first move. But my ego still stood in the way. Even
though I'd given-in completely to Justin, I thought of myself as an alpha.


Meanwhile, I met Brad at the gym a couple weeks ago and we struck-up a
friendship. He was mid 30's and a picture of the all-American male.
White, 6', 170. His dark hair was wavy and fashionably long. He had a
dusting of hair on his pecs and a high, tight ass. Brad was in great shape
and played basketball regularly at the gym. He had a wife and two k**s,
and they lived in my neighborhood - a few blocks over. Brad was one of
those guys you'd never expect was into dick...unless you watched him
closely. I picked up on it after a few times at the gym together. We had
a good vibe and he often gave me a squeeze on the shoulder or a pat on the
back. But I started to notice that he checked-out guys' packages
regularly...too regularly. Mine included. And he did so with more than
the usual jock curiosity. The conquest has always been as exciting to me
as the sex itself, so I decided to make a move. Time to get my mojo back!


It was Sunday and we were working out at the same time. The Falcons were
playing and I planned to kick back and watch the game after my workout - a
lazy Sunday afternoon. I chatted with Brad as we were lifting and invited
him to come watch the game with me and hang-out. He hesitated about a
half-second before he accepted. His wife and k**s were at a birthday party
and he had the afternoon free. His eagerness made me certain I was going
to fuck Mr. All American today.


We showered at the gym and Brad followed me to my building and used my
spare parking space in the garage. When we got upstairs, he looked around
while I tossed him a beer and ordered some wings and snacks online. Brad
was dressed in a wife-beater and a pair of basketball shorts. I had on a
t-shirt and some jersey shorts. I'd skipped the underwear and my cock was
nestled nicely against the front of my shorts. Brad noticed. I caught him
several times checking out my package while I was stowing my gym bag and
clearing the bar for our food.


My sofa is comfy and big, and it faces the flat-screen. So I clicked on
the game and invited Brad to sit with me on the sofa. At this point, he
was like a puppy. All smiles and laughs. I could have told him to sit on
the floor and I think he would have grinned and plopped down. Brad had a
man-crush and I was the object. I was struggling to keep my boner in check
for a while longer.


We had a few beers, watched the game and devoured the food I had ordered.
Brad might be lean, but the man could eat. I was impressed by how much
food he put away. I decided to test my theory further by asking him to do
things for me. Grab me a beer, get me napkin, look up some football stats
online. Brad complied eagerly each time and seemed to enjoy the
opportunity to please me. Time for my next move.


The game was in the 3rd quarter and Brad excused himself to the bathroom to
piss, which presented my opportunity. As Ihe returned, I started rubbing
my left shoulder and complained out loud how sore I felt from today's
workout. On queue, Brad stopped behind me and said "Let me help you with
that". He'd had 4 or 5 beers and his voice was slow when he said it. Then
I felt his strong hands start working my shoulder. As an athlete, he'd had
this done to him many times and Brad understood massage. My shoulder
loosened and that's when I felt him lean forward and wrap his arms around
my chest. I was shocked, but he was on a mission. Needy. His inhibitions
were gone. He started kissing my neck and massaging my pecs. And while I
was enjoying his attention, Brad was flat-out whimpering. I reached behind
my head, grabbed the back of his neck with my hand and gently pulled him
over the back of the sofa onto my lap. Brad curled into me in a fetal
position, touching, rubbing, feeling me. Guys like Brad (married with
k**s) rarely get a chance to act on their feelings. He needed daddy-time,
man time. I was happy to oblige.


I cupped Brad's beautiful ass in my right hand and pulled him into me. He
groaned audibly. I like to manhandle an ass - knead it, paw it, poke it.
I like to possess my bottom buds, for lack of a better word. The attention
drove Brad wild. His ass was one big erogenous zone and no matter where I
touched him, he moaned. He was babbling like a little boy and telling me
how much he wanted this, how often he'd fantasized about it. His reactions
fed my need to dominate and bolstered my daddy instincts. I was going to
fuck Brad silly. But I was determined to make him feel amazing in the
process.


My hand moved to the center of Brad's ass and I dug a finger lightly into
his hole. He had been stroking my cock through my shorts and he tensed-up
when I touched him there. His ass was so beautiful, so perfect that I
wanted to explore it more. I lifted his head and stood up. He looked lost
for a second until I pulled him up with me. My mouth crushed his as I
pulled down his shorts in one, quick move. He stepped out of them while
simultaneously responding to my kiss and stroking my cock. He was just
about to kneel when I spun him around and shoved him onto his knees on the
sofa. Brad was still processing this move when my tongue connected with
his hole the first time (I learned later it was the first time he'd been
rimmed). The whole damned neighborhood could hear Brad when I started
eating his ass. "Ooh, oh no. Ooooh....oh please. Oh my GOD. What.....oh
FUCK." And so on, and so forth. I love to give guys new experiences and
Brad was getting the full treatment. His ass was chiseled perfection, and
he tasted as good as he looked. In that moment, I knew I'd be enjoying
Brad's ass a lot in the coming months. He was exactly what I needed....and
I'm pretty sure he felt the same.


I slipped off my shorts and rolled Brad onto his back. His eyes were glued
to my hard cock and his own dick was throbbing wildly. He reached for it,
but I caught his hands and put them above his head. Then I grabbed both
legs and pulled them back to expose his quivering hole. At the same time,
I shoved my cock into his mouth. Brad might not have had much experience
with ass play, but he was a born cocksucker and he was on sensory overload.
Even after all that food, handsome Brad was starving - it might have been
the best head I've ever had. Meanwhile, I enjoyed his ass and worked to
get him opened up. He made a lot of happy noises and never protested as I
did my thing. Brad was in heaven - the sort of behavior that completely
restored my confidence as a top. After a bit I pulled him up and kissed
him passionately again. Then I led him to my bedroom. No questions, no
negotiation.


When we got to the bed, I bent Brad over it...gently. I wanted to tease
and play with his ass some more. And I wanted to talk to him. I massaged
his asscheek with one hand while I grabbed the lube with the other. After
massaging a bit of lube into him and a healthy amount on my cock, I
positioned myself behind him and began to run the length of my cock up and
down his crack, grazing his hole each time. He moaned softly and I reached
around to check his cock, which had turned to steel. It was the first time
I'd touched him and Brad almost shot his load. I thought about letting
him, but decided I needed him completely wound-up since I was going to fuck
him. As I continued massaging his crack with my dick, I leaned forward and
asked him how he was doing. He replied sincerely, "I've never felt this
good". I continued my motions while I put my hand on the right side of his
cheek and twisted Brad toward me for another kiss, which he accepted
hungrily. Afterwards, I said "Be honest with me - have you ever been
fucked before?" "College", Brad said. "But not since then." He quickly
explained that his college roommate (and teammate) had fucked him a few
times, and he had reciprocated. Brad said that after college (and
marriage), he had only sucked dick. He never trusted anyone enough to let
them fuck him, but he admitted that he had sucked several guys, including a
couple of jocks at our gym. "I'm going to fuck you in a couple minutes,
and I intend to make you feel amazing", I said gently. "Oh God, John.
Yes, please", he whispered.


I moved lower and started to gently prod Brad's hole with my cock. He
gasped each time and tried to thrust back on me, But I held him firm with
both hands on his shoulders and took my time. It was important to me that
it wasn't painful for Brad. And the best way to make sure of that was more
foreplay. We continued for a couple more minutes until I was sure Brad was
ready. Then I squeezed some more lube on him (and me) and said "On your
back, legs in the air, boy. It's time." Brad moved like a jack-in-the
box. He popped up, turned around and landed on his back as he pulled both
of those perfect legs back toward his shoulders. Brad's cock was
straight-up against his lean torso and he looked needy and hungry. I
leaned forward, locked both his legs in the air with my muscular arms and
kissed him long and deep. He wriggled toward my cock the entire time,
humping up and down. I pulled back and grinned, but he was getting antsy.
So I leaned forward again, but this time I pulled my hips back and lined-up
my cock. The tip entered Brad just as my tongue entered his mouth. I
started to rock gently and his arms wrapped around me. He looked so
vulnerable, yet so needy. I made circular motions as my cock began to sink
into him. In 30 seconds my pelvis touched his. Brad had taken all of me.
And no one could have wiped the smile off his face.


I pulled back a bit and watched him as I started to lengthen my strokes.
Brad was blissful, yet he was on edge. I could tell this wasn't going to
last long because he had been fighting the orgasm for the past hour. I
rocked from side to side and he groaned. I took a couple quick strokes and
he was on fire. Brad needed to cum, and I needed to let him. I pulled out
almost completely and drove my cock home - once, twice, three times before
I felt him seize-up. His arms were still wrapped tightly around me and

they began to squeeze even harder. Brad arched his back and his cock
touched my furry stomach. He exploded, all the while pulling me close to
him and humping my stomach with his cock. My dick was still buried and it
took all my strength to keep it there until he was finished. Brad had cum
buckets - we were both covered in it. And then he started sobbing. My
cock slipped from him. I laid down on the bed and wrapped him up in my
arms. His head was on my chest and the tears flowed. Brad didn't say
anything and neither did I. I simply stroked his head and held him until
he calmed down. Then we napped. I awoke an hour later to Brad's talented
mouth on my cock. The man had some mad oral skills and 2 minutes later he
was swallowing my load, the first of many he would swallow in the coming
weeks....

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Dominated By A Fem Twink - Part 7
Previously: Brad didn't say anything and neither did I. I simply stroked his head and
held him until he calmed down. Then we napped. I awoke an hour later to
Brad's talented mouth on my cock. The man had some mad oral skills and 2
minutes later he was swallowing my load, the first of many he would swallow
in the coming weeks....

Chapter 7:


Brad left shortly after naptime and I cleaned-up from our football
afternoon. I was spent - tired and satisfied. I had really enjoyed Brad
and felt a bond with him.


Around 9p, the doorman called to say that Jordan and a friend were here to
see me. No text, no call, he just showed-up? With a friend?? Fuck. I
had showered after Brad left and was wearing a pair of jersey shorts and a
long-sleeve T-shirt. I opened the door to find Jordan (clearly buzzed)
with one of his fem, twink friends. This k** was probably 21, white, 5'7,
125 and giggly. He was one of those girly-twinks that enjoyed looking and
sounding feminine. He had a lip-ring/stud and long eyelashes. His hair
was blond and he had one side of it closely-shaved while the other side was
long. While Jordan was stunning with his smooth, Asian looks, this k** was
simply pretty. And giggly. Jordan introduced his friend as Tristan.
Tristan was carrying a small shopping bag, which he put on a bench by the
front door.


After the pleasantries, I asked the boys if they wanted something to drink.
Both asked for cosmos (of course they did). Jordan chattered about how
they smoked some 420 and decided to come hang with me for a bit. They made
themselves at home while I mixed drinks for them.. After a suitable toast,
I looked at Jordan and said politely, "I'm glad you and Tristan stopped by,
but I have to work pretty early in the morning. Maybe you can take him to
one of the neighborhood bars in a bit? My treat?? Jordan's demeanor
changed immediately. He glared at me and said firmly...."Nah...I don't
think so". Tristan giggled a bit while I looked at Jordan in confusion.
Jordan stood, walked the 3 feet to where I was standing, grabbed my balls
firmly in his left hand and began to squeeze. Hard. When I groaned and
reached for his hand, he squeezed harder. "Got your attention now?", he
said quietly as Tristan looked on in shock. "Yes", I groaned. He twisted
harder and I felt sick to my stomach as I doubled over. "Yes SIR", I
croaked. "That's better", Jordan responded. He relaxed the pressure a bit
and I gasped as the pain started to ease. "You have 15 seconds to strip
and get my cock in your mouth".


He didn't need to tell me twice. I might have gotten my alpha mojo back
earlier today, with Brad, but Jordan took it from me again in a span of 30
seconds. He was the alpha in this room and I knew it. I dropped my shorts
and pulled off my T-shirt to hoots of delight from Tristan. I immediately
hit my knees and undid Jordan's fly. His cute, little cock popped out of
his underwear as soon as I lowered them and I devoured it to the root. I
was embarrassed to be dominated by Jordan in front of this femboy, yet I
was incredibly turned-on. I needed it. And I also knew the situation
could get much worse if I didn't placate Jordan quickly. So I focused on
his beautiful dick and soon heard him murmur his appreciation. Meanwhile,
Tristan moved closer and stood beside Jordan, watching me intently.


As I serviced Jordan's cock, I realized how much I have come to need him.
He balances me and I lose myself when we are together. I didn't realize it
at the time, but my cock boned-up immediately when I got him in my mouth.
Now that the pain had passed, it was pulsing in front of me. Tristan
noticed and pointed....Jordan simply smiled. "I told you he's my slut.
And when you said you have never fucked a guy, I brought you here. John
will be your first.", he said to Tristan. "There is nothing like fucking a
hot daddy." I simply groaned as Jordan began to face-fuck me and reached
down to pinch my right nip. Tristan giggled, watching my cock leak a
steady stream of precum and enjoying the show.


Jordan stepped-back abruptly and ordered Tristan to take out his cock. I
watched intently as Tristan unzipped his skinny jeans. I should have been
disgusted, revolted. Instead, I was actually wondering what he packed. I
found-out quickly. Tristan was the stereotypical skinny k**. He whipped
out an impressive 7-incher (longer than mine) that was slim and smooth like
him, an impressive cock for such a girly-boy. I moved toward it without
thinking, but was met with a hard slap from Jordan. I stared up in shock
as he said, "Ask him. Politely." I looked at Tristan, who was giggling
again, and said "May I suck it, please?" Tristan giggled harder, stepped
forward and started cock-slapping me over and over. I was lost in the
moment. This nelly, girly boy was slapping me with his big cock in the
middle of my living room and I was moaning and enjoying the abuse. WTF?
Eventually he stopped and stepped back. "What do you say?", he said to me.
"Please?", I replied. He smiled and stepped forward. He placed his palm
on top of my head, tilted it back slightly and slid his cock between my
lips and all the way into my throat. His thin cock fit perfectly in my
throat without a struggle. As I was adjusting to the sensation (and
leaking more precum), I realized that this wasn't Tristan's first
experience getting blown. The boy clearly knew how easily his cock fit
into a throat. He'd tilted my head perfectly to put it there in one
thrust.


"Fits really well in your throat, doesn't it?" I grunted my response since
I was impaled on Tristan's cock. His hand moved to the back of my head to
hold me in place as he sunk it to the pubes and began to thrust over and
over. It was erotic. I was trying to breathe through my nose as I enjoyed
the sensation. I noticed Jordan watching me intently, a smirk on his face.
I was worried he might be angry at my enjoyment, but he smiled and said,
"It's hot, isn't it? I've sucked it once or twice - fits really well in my
throat." Tristan's trigger was quick and he pulled out completely 3 times
to recover. But finally it was too much. He thrust hard and slammed his
pelvis against my face. 2-3" of his cock was in my throat, maybe more,
when he began to unload. He pulsed and I tried to relax and not gag. He
had a death-grip on my head and I knew he wasn't letting go until he was
finished. I tasted nothing because it was going straight down my gullet.
After 6 or 7 pulses, he appeared to be finished and slumped forward. HIs
cock slipped from my mouth and his hands went to my shoulders for support.
Before I realized it, I was cleaning his cock, trying to get a taste of his
juices. He was sensitive and pulled away from me. Jordan took my arm and
said, "Bedroom". I rose and led the way.


I knew from the earlier conversation that Jordan planned to let Tristan
fuck me today, but I had no idea how it would unfold. We entered the
bedroom and Jordan said to me, "I think we need to start with a spanking.
Your attitude sucked earlier and there are consequences." I was
momentarily taken aback. I didn't want to be punished in front of Tristan.
But I also knew that Jordan had the potential to get very angry (and
abusive) if I resisted. Jordan noticed my hesitation and ordered me to
bend over the bed. As I jumped over the edge, I realized how hard my cock
was. As I was processing this, my closet door slid open and Jordan began
to rummage for something. Tristan had disappeared to the living room and
returned with the shopping bag he was carrying earlier. I started to get
anxious when each of them arrived next to me. I was looking toward Tristan
curiously when the first blow landed on my bare ass. Jordan had a
belt...one of mine. Fuck....this wasn't going to be a simple spanking. I
hated...."CRACK", the belt crashed in exactly the same spot again and I saw
stars. Tears streamed down my face as he hit me the 3rd time and I knew
there would be blisters. Tristan, meanwhile, had backed up and he was
looking-on in horror. "Please Jordan", I whimpered. "I promise to be
good. I'm sorry for earlier", I said, as tears continued to stream from
the pain. "Two more", he stated as the next blow landed. I jumped this
time and stood straight-up involuntarily. When I realized what I'd done I
slammed my chest immediately back onto the bed. Jordan said nothing, but
the last blow was the hardest. I looked behind me and saw the reflection
of my ass in the mirror....red and raw. Damn. I was trying to stop the
tears when Tristan pulled my left arm behind me and clamped-on a padded
cuff. My right arm followed and I found myself balancing myself on the bed
with my head and chest. "The restraints are Tristan's idea", Jordan said,
"But I like them." I stayed silent as I felt Tristan start to slap his
lengthy cock on my ass.


As a bottom (until now), Tristan seemed eager to try some of the things
that had been done to him, or else some of the things he enjoyed HAVING
done to him. My cock was limp as I smarted from the pain. But I was also
enjoying Tristan's experimentation. He seemed fascinated with my muscular
ass and spent a lot of time pulling, prying, inspecting and teasing it. He
clearly wasn't an ass-eater, but there were several times he spit and
watched while it drizzled into my crack. His long cock always followed,
sliding up and down the crack. Eventually, he began to tease my hole and
that's when I noticed my boner for the first time. Tristan noticed it
too...."Someone likes it when I play with his pussy", he giggled. I was
mortified, and also very turned-on. Jordan, meanwhile, had decided to
relax and chill on the bed in front of me while Tristan explored. He was
naked and so fucking beautiful. I looked at him with pure lust and
adoration, and he stroked my head occasionally. With my hands restrained I
couldn't touch him, but it was enough to simply look and enjoy. And I
shivered every time he put his hand on my head.


But things behind me were beginning to get serious. While I was enjoying
my reverie with Jordan, Tristan suddenly did a little more than poke. I
felt him spit again and then I felt half his cock enter me. I was
surprised, but my cock throbbed and I moaned. Loudly. "Like that, huh?",
he asked. "Yes....", I said as I attempted to back-up on him. He giggled
again and let me impale myself fully on his long, thin cock. Spit was
enough since he was so thin, and I loved how far he slid into me. It was
different than being fucked by Jordan. Tristan was able to really
stimulate my prostate. I realized that I wouldn't last long and tried to
distract myself.


I couldn't really see Jordan's face since my head and chest were on the
bed, supporting my weight since my hands were restrained behind my back.
But Jordan must have sensed the change and he decided to take a more active
role. I felt him lift me up and scoot under me so that my head was in his
lap. His cute cock was rock-solid and I slid it into my mouth immediately
as my head rested against his abs. Jordan moaned and rubbed my head. "You
seem to be getting the hang of it", he said to Tristan while I sucked.
"Yeah...this was a great idea", Tristan replied. "I've always been so
intimidated and I have never tried to top a guy. But watching John obey
you earlier gave me confidence. I couldn't believe he let you beat him
like that, but I also realized how he craves your control. And the
restraints are kinda hot - it's nice knowing I can treat him however I
want."


"He's my bitch, for sure. And now he's yours to use when you want to
top.", Jordan stated. "Really?", Tristan giggled. "Because I like this a
lot more than I thought I would", he said as he thrusted hard, eliciting a
yelp from me.


Jordan laughed. "I always thought you would be a great top. You have the
cock for it. So this works well for both of us!", Jordan said. I was both
shocked and intrigued. Apparently, there was a deal for Tristan to fuck me
whenever he pleased. And from the sound of Jordan's comment, he was hot
for Tristan, too. Interesting....I thought Jordan's type was
ME...older/hairy/manly. Hmm.


While I was processing their discussion, I realized that Jordan had begun
making-out with Tristan while Tristan continued to fuck me. I felt
Tristan's cock get rigid inside me and his excitement grow. Jordan's cock
was also throbbing and I was struggling to hang onto it with my mouth as he
moved to kiss Tristan. Then I felt a hand on my own cock....a smooth,
long-fingered hand stroking me so slowly. Tristan. He broke the kiss with
Jordan, leaned forward and said, "You really like this, don't you". "Oh
yeah....", I agreed. Tristan pulled out completely - just the head resting
against my hole. I was confused and I wanted him back inside me - back
where he belonged! I thrust backwards and Tristan pulled his cock back at
the same time, denying me his dick. I whimpered and tried again, but he
thwarted me. This time he slapped my ass....hard! I yelped from the pain,
especially since Jordan had whipped me so hard earlier. Finally, Tristan
said "You really like this, don't you?" "Yes SIR!", I replied
enthusiastically. As soon as he heard it Tristan impaled me on his cock in
a single stroke. I moaned and felt my orgasm begin to build. He started
long-dicking me and hitting my nut every time with the head of his cock.
It was amazing...phenomenal. I began to gasp and said, "I'm cum-ming".
Tristan doubled-down ...pulling out completely each time and slamming his
cock back into me. One, two....on the third thrust I lost it. My mouth
was clamped on Jordan's cock as I began to unload on the edge of the bed.
Tristan whooped and thrusted, whooped and thrusted. Each time he drove his
cock back into me I fired, until I went limp underneath him. Jordan's hand
was rubbing my head and I realized he hadn't cum yet. Had Tristan cum? I
wasn't sure. For once I was first.


Tristan slid his long, thin cock out of me and slapped it against my ass a
couple times. I felt him undo the restraints and move onto the bed. I
raised-up to see him roll Jordan over onto his stomach. I was shocked (and
turned-on) to see Tristan spread Jordan's beautiful, smooth cheeks and drop
a big wad of spit onto his hole. Jordan gasped and raised his ass.
Tristan spit again and began to finger Jordan quickly. Jordan responded by
raising his ass again. Tristan might be new at topping, but he moved
quickly and sunk his cock into Jordan. Jordan groaned in pain/pleasure but
Tristan didn't make any attempt to take it easy. He impaled Jordan on his
cock and laid flat on top of him. It was incredibly hot to see the two
smooth twinks together like that. Jordan's olive skin and model good
looks. Tristan, the pale, pretty twink with the amazing cock on top.
Tristan wiggled around a bit, getting Jordan's ass adjusted to his length.
Then he rose up, grabbed Jordan by the hair and started riding him like a
bronco on a bull. He fucked Jordan hard and it was clear that Tristan was
only concerned about one thing....his own orgasm. He was treating Jordan
like a piece of meat, fucking him hard, selfishly. And Jordan seemed to
love it. My boy was getting used and he was in heaven.


It happened so suddenly that I jumped and moved away. Tristan roared a
high-pitched roar and pulled Jordan's hair so hard that his head was
straining backwards. Tristan jammed his cock hard into Jordan and buried
it all the way to the pubes. He was cumming buckets in Jordan's hole while
he held onto Jordan's hair and rode him. Jordan was thrashing about on the
bed and I realized he was cumming into the sheets. It was the hottest
thing I'd ever seen. I was both jealous and incredibly turned-on. When
Tristan finished unloading he collapsed for a full minute and caught his
breath. Then he pulled his still-hard cock from Jordan's well-used ass,
turned to me and raised up on his knees. The look he gave me was hard...it
was the look of a boy who expected to be served. Something had changed in
Tristan over the past 30 minutes and it looked good on him. He didn't need
to tell me what he wanted. I dove for his cock and cleaned him thoroughly
with my mouth and tongue. He stayed hard the entire time and seemed to
relax and enjoy the attention. Then he moved and crawled to Jordan's head,
lifted him by the hair and presented his cock. Jordan eagerly continued my
efforts. Jordan was seriously into Tristan and it showed. He was
laser-focused on his task as I watched in amazement.


But, finally, Tristan was ready for the next phase. "On your back, legs in
the air Daddy", he barked at me. I was already hard and moved quickly to
comply, locking my elbows behind my knees. "I'm going to be using your
pussy a lot", Tristan said, as he slid into me and leaned down for a
kiss....
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