Sir came back into the bedroom and got in bed with me, pulling me close to him, kissing me urgently and passionately. He broke the embrace and laid my head on his shoulder.
“You look exhausted. I think we have some things to discuss. You are, of course, free to go, though I’d prefer that you stay. If you stay, I’m going to fuck you. It doesn’t have to be now, but it will happen, and it may happen more than once. I brought my recent STD test results over so that you aren’t nervous about letting this happen the way it should. However, I want you to be engaged and if you’re falling asleep now, it might be best for you to get some rest first. I’ll let you sleep and wake you up to fuck you, if that’s what you want. Or if you’re up for it, I’ll take you now. What is your choice?”
“Sir, I really want to please you, but you’re right – I don’t think I have it in me right now. I’d like to rest and recharge if you’re really ok with that?”
“I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t. Roll over on your stomach now.”
I did as ordered, and felt him move behind me, but he wasn’t just spooning me – he was fingering me again, liberally applying lube to the outside and inside of my hole.
“You’re going to fall asleep, and when you wake up, I’ll be getting that fuck – this will make sure you’re ready for it.”
After some more fingering, he cleaned his hand off, and then spooned me. He felt great, and his bed was so soft and inviting. I drifted off to sleep quickly.
I thought I was having some kind of weird dream, because something was happening, but I wasn’t sure what. You’ve likely experienced something happening in that weird twilight between waking and sleeping, where you’re not sure what exactly is going on and whether it is real? That’s where I was, and as I slowly started to come back, I realized I was being rolled over and pulled into a face down, ass up position. Then, I felt it – something behind me. As my brain booted back up, I realized it was Sir’s cock just as it was starting to open me up.
I looked over and saw the clock: 3:12am. That’s the time that my hole gave way to his thick cock, and my half-awake body surrendered to his. I moaned and he knew I was now awake.
“Time for that fuck we discussed, boy.”
With that, he pushed into me, slowly but purposefully, and sunk himself inside me. It was to that point the biggest cock I’d ever taken, and it didn’t feel great at first. Ok, look, it fucking hurt. Thankfully, I was clearly not the first boy he’d fucked, and he knew just when to pause, when to push, when to withdraw to the head and slowly push back in, and slowly and methodically he opened me up and I started to like it.
As soon as he could tell I was pushing back and enjoying it, he started fucking me in earnest.
“This fuck is for me. The next one will be for us both.’
Pounding me now, holding my back down and driving himself into me, he worked his way to an orgasm and loudly unloaded into me, my first time being bred. It felt so wrong, but also like the most right anything had ever felt in my life.
“You did great. Sleep some more, boy, you need your rest.”
5:17am. I’m hard, on my back, and someone is playing with my cock.
“Welcome back boy. I wanted you awake this time fully when I take you. You’re going to cum with me inside you this time.”
I watched him in the twilight apply lube to himself, and this time he pulled my legs up and watched his cock sink back into me. It didn’t hurt as much this time, but I felt every bit of him still. I wondered if his load had come out of me at all, or if it was all still in me. I wondered if he enjoyed watching his cock going in and out of me as much as I’d loved watching mine do the same to my ex-GF. I wondered what she’d think of this. I wondered. I drifted. I felt so vulnerable but so safe at the same time.
Eventually he pulled my legs straight up on his shoulders and started to jerk me off as he fucked me, and took only a few strokes before I lost control. I had one of those orgasms where I started cumming before the orgasm feelings even hit me, and I came over and over, all over myself.
“That’s it boy, milk it out of me, it feels so fucking good inside you!” he growled and came in me again.
7:10am. I have to pee as bad as I’ve ever had to pee in my life. Something else feels weird. I stumble over to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. For the first time, but not for the last time, I experience the feeling of my body emptying itself after being bred. I’ve never felt this used all over. My ass cheeks are mostly normal now, save for some pre-bruise coloring and it is still tender.
I wash my hands, and splash some warm soapy water on my face. I didn’t bring a toothbrush, so I put some toothpaste on my finger and try to freshen up some.
I return to bed, and wake him up. He goes to the bathroom and pees. I wonder if we’ll have breakfast. I wonder if I should get dressed. I wonder if I’ll see him again.
“Stand up here and bend over the bed. When I’m done, we’ll have breakfast, and then you’ll need to shower and go so I can get to work.”
None of this felt like a request, but in the moment, it all felt reasonable. I did it. He fucked me quickly and came a third time, and then made me a nice breakfast of an omelette, fruit, toast, and juice while I showered. He watched me eat, and when I was done, he cleaned the table.
I thanked him for breakfast and he beckoned me over, and gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss.
“I can tell how much you liked this, but I also know you’re young, and I don’t think you’re going to want to do this forever. I don’t usually like to sleep around. For as long as you promise not to see anyone else, I’d like to do this, and when you feel like you’re ready to move on, tell me and they’ll be no hard feelings. Does that sound agreeable to you?”
I said yes. We kissed again.
I took him up on the offer for a while. In hindsight, not nearly long enough.
My spanking and free use kinks remain strongly in place today. Sometimes they’ve gotten me into trouble, because not everyone is as great as he was.