Then I lowered my body, brought my head down and began licking and chewing around his chest and neck. I sucked and nibbled his tits like they were a woman’s, making him gasp and swoon. Biting on his nipples carefully and listening to the music he made. My tongue lapped all over, leaving a sheen of saliva on his alabaster skin. I sunk my teeth into the flesh of his broad shoulder blade and sucked while biting, knowing that I was giving him a hickey, marking him.
I studied the face of the man I was sodomizing. His eyes were closed and he was shiny with sweat. He looked confused, anguished, feverish. Knowing the effect my cock was having on him, the power of my conquering rod, electrified me with that jolt of power I had been riding all afternoon. Making love to a woman had never felt like this. I had always had to be respectful, considerate.
Bruce I could treat like my painted prison bitch. Bruce I could hump freely. Piston fuck him. I knew that I was taking something from him with each stroke. Plundering.
I twisted his hard nipples and told him to look at me. I sped up, making his bed creak in protest and slam against the wall.
I looked down and saw his half-hard noodle, rocking around uselessly. I didn’t care if he came or not. His penis was nothing to me, a woman’s clit. Instead I focused on my rigid pole, my spear, sawing into him mercilessly.
I kept myself on edge, staring at the blank wall in front of me and thinking of nothing at all when I got too close to cumming. I wasn’t going to be a quick trigger, I was intent on giving the big bitch beneath me a proper fuck. Bruce would know he’d been fucked by a real man. I would have my way with him for as long as I wanted him.
As I plowed him I told him that I was going to knock him up. Get him pregnant. I told him that he would carry my sons. That his belly would swell with my progeny, his tits would inflate with the milk to feed them. I pawed and groped at his chest and stomach as I said this, as I promised to ruin him with my seed. I pulled at the necklaces and made him beg me to make him a mommy.
I lifted the gold chain and forced them into his mouth, lightly slapping his cheek. My cock was punching into his guts with each thrust, each time I bottomed out in him he made a wimpy little yelp..Again I imagined myself as Coach Mancuso, who wouldn’t have been inhibited by his bitch’s whines and winces. He’d be emboldened by them, try to draw them out. He’d want to know that he was giving his bitch QB a fuck to remember.
My balls slapped into his ass frantically, we were both panting. I kept one hand clamped over his neck, lightly choking him, while another played with his chest. Below me Bruce writhed, overwhelmed by the assault. His stiff little penis was leaking precum all over his shaven groin.
My grunts and groans became more bestial as I sped up, and my voice rose to a roar. I was certain I was going to break his bed. The thought of it made me laugh out loud, imagining us collapsing on the floor together. I was humping him like a bitch, plowing into him, chasing the heat and lighting of his pussy on my cock.
Flecks of spit fell from my mouth onto his face below as I pumped. I could feel my nuts tighten up around the base of my cock. When I came, feeling myself burst inside of him, I cried out so loudly that I knew his neighbors could hear me. I roared until I was hoarse. I wanted them to know the QB was being butt-fucked.
As one hand kept squeezing his wind pipe, I reached down and flicked at his little boner. With just one finger tip I rubbed the underside of his glans, and that was all it took for him to shoot, mewling out as he ejaculated all over his chest and belly.
I kept bellowing as I jizzed inside him and humped away, slamming his body around. I fell atop him, bucking my hips for a few more moments. Finally I pulled out and stood up from the bed.
“You can… whenever, whenever you want.” He sputtered, dazed and panting.
“I know.” I said. I took three firm pillows from his bed and wedged them under his ass. His hips and groin were elevated. I had seen this in a nasty porno once, a guy doing it to a girl after he had cream-pied her. A bald, tattoo-covered brute gloating that he was going to make sure she got knocked up that way. That’s what I wanted, for him to know that I had bred him. That I was inside of him now, always.
“Stay like that. Don’t get up until it gets dark out. Keep me inside you.” I held my hand on his heaving stomach, gently rubbing it but pushing down as if sealing him to his bed. I cleaned his spooge from my hand by wiping it into his hair.
“Stay there. Don’t get up, not until night.” I repeated. He looked at me wide-eyed. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time, remembering who I was. The neighborhood kid who had for so long worshiped him, had now used him like the cheapest of whores. I had dicked him down and knocked him up. He nodded, slowly, fearfully.
I moved up to the foot of the bed and brought my slimy, softening prick to his face.
“Kiss it.” He obliged, sitting up just enough to bring his painted lips to my dickhead.
“Lick it clean.” He took me in his mouth without hesitation. I picked up his shirt from the floor and wiped the spit off my cockhead, then I got dressed. Having emptied my balls, a sense of disgust rose in me, making me irritable. I wanted to get away from this ruined man and the ugly thing I had done to him.
“Stay like that.” I ordered once more before leaving. He nodded, answered in the affirmative, called me Sir. I knew he would obey me. He’d lay on his back, hips raised, feeling me slowly seep deeper and deeper into him as he watched the shadows grow long and the daylight turn to gold.