As I was working 3 of my fingers inside him, with my tongue trying to help out on the outside. I took hold of his massive tool, fuck that was big, my big hand could barely hold it. I barely had time to move my hand on it before I felt it pulse.
“Lykas… FUCK!” he moaned out, as he was splashing the rugs underneath us with his powerful orgasm.
I smiled. Good. If I could get this kind of reaction with just my fingers, then he is going to love when my babymaker is in him. He was ready for it now. So I removed my fingers from his wanting hole. I got a bit back up, standing on my knees and pushing my hardness against his ass. I moved to his hear from behind him.
“This is your last chance to leave,” I whispered in his hear.
His head was half-turned so he could look at me.
“Just do it already,” he groaned.
I slapped his ass, hard, and he cried out in pain. Who was he to give me orders? I am the one in charge here. I was going to fuck him, but I was going to take my time. I didn’t want to hurt him, I wanted him to enjoy the full experience. I would go slow at first, making sure he is comfortable before I pound the living out of him.
“You better behave, boy,” I said sternly.
He whimpered as I rubbed my wet cockhead against his ass. But the power of my stare was too much for him.
“Oh, God… Lykas… Please… Fuck me… PLEASE… FUCK ME!!”
I grabbed him by the hair.
“Good boy. Now spread those legs for me.”
Kael obeyed without hesitation. I saw his mouth gap open slightly as he struggled to keep from moaning. I placed my large palm on his ass. One side, facing me, and the other facing forward, on the floor. I was going to bend him over, and then penetrate him. I used my hand to separate his legs, positioning myself behind him.
I positioned my cockhead between his taut ass cheeks. My massive length looked gigantic as it slowly penetrated Kael’s backdoor. As it entered his rim, I realized I should not have put my entire length in him. That will hurt. So I slid in a couple inches of my swollen head. Then I eased it back out. And then back in. Over and over. Slowly, I sunk my manhood deep into Kael. One inch. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
With each inch I slipped deeper inside him, I watched his face turn to pure lust. At the sight of me sliding deep inside his tight hole, at the firmness of his muscles contracting around me. Each pull of my tool became stronger. More demanding. When he felt me slide in a little further than I normally do, he screamed out his passion.
“God… OHHH MYYYY GOD!!! Lykas!! Oh god, I can feel it moving! FUCK YEAH!!! Lykas… MORE!!!!!!!!!”
With each thrust of my penis, he begged for more. This amazing specimen of manhood was begging for more cock. To be filled. Taken apart. This big thing he had in his ass was demanding. Wanting more.
And so I did.
Every few thrusts, I grabbed his ass tighter with my hands, crushing it as I pumped my manhood deeper inside him. I would push my hardness into his sensitive prostate. I would use my thumbs to rub and massage his clenching hole. The pleasure was intense. After three more minutes of gentle penetration, I took my dick out. Instead, I slammed it into his waiting asshole, bottoming out in him. Instantly, I could tell that Kael liked this new technique. Because he moaned out his approval. It wasn’t too painful for him. In fact, it was exactly what he was after. What he needed. A larger portion of my huge pole stuffed deep into his ass. Making his most intimate places stretch and stretch, until he was desperate to explode.
We repeated this maneuver a few more times, him requesting more, me complying, me bringing him closer and closer to his peak. But instead of fucking him senseless like I planned, I pulled out of him. Holding my erection firmly in my hand, I took my huge sword away from him. It shocked him as it left him. And now he was defenseless. Completely vulnerable.
Now it was my time. Time to dominate. Time to teach him a lesson.
“Lie down.”
He did. He was now completely flat on his stomach on the make-shift bed. I laid down on top of him. Crushing him with my full weight. He had no escape. I positionned my hard member at his entrance, and slammed all of it in. He screamed at the sudden intrusion. But it didn’t stop me. I was now pounding him hard. Taking almost all of my length out of him before slamming it back in again. I was bouncing on top of him, fucking him faster and faster, my hunk of meat driving in and out of his desperate ass. Pounding him with relentless force. Making him beg for mercy.
But mercy was something he would not get. Not from me.
“Do you like it? Do you?” I barked.
No answer came. No response. All I could hear was the sound of my strong cock plunging into his tight virgin hole, and his loud continuous moan. Everyone in the camp probably heard him. They knew I had made him mine. Nobody will ever touch him like I do.
That thought spurred me on. Making me even harder than I already was. Knowing how good I could make him feel. Taking control of him like I never had before. Being so dominant over him, giving him such pleasure. Taking his virginity. He was loving it. So much in fact, he started cumming again.
“I’m cumming… I’m cumming,” he panted.
It didn’t make me stop or slow down. On the contrary, it made me go faster, harder. His cock was letting it all out, stuck between the bed and his stomach. Out of reach, but it didn’t stop him from having one of the most pleasurable orgasm of his life. He might have cum, but I wasn’t done with him. Without taking myself out of him, I pulled him up with me to his feet. I bent him over, and he grabbed one of the poles of the tent, for support. I was now fucking him standing, in the middle of the room. With my enormous erection slamming into his virgin butt.
There is nothing quite like seeing a guy bend over for you, feeling the fat head of your penis rubbing against his ass, stretching it out wide, reaching his prostate and poking right at his deepest spot. So very taboo. Such a naughty pleasure. Knowing you are pleasing someone else by doing this. Feeling his anus gape open wider as he desperately pushes back onto your dick. You know you’re not hurting him. You’re filling him up. Your aim is precise, knowing exactly where to poke your tip, to reach his sweet spot. Every single stroke drives straight through his chute, finding his sensitive prostate. Exploring every inch of his nerve-packed tunnel. And every single thrust brings out more lusty cries from his throat. Making you think about conquering the world with this hot-blooded man. Thinking about how great you two will look fucking together. How lucky you are to be with such a pretty stud.
I fucked him like this for what seemed like an eternity. My hands on his hips, helping me get more traction to push more of myself into him. His legs were shaking from my violent assault. His dick was fully hard again, I could see it swing between in his legs. Following my own movements. It was a big beautiful dick. It seemed longer than mine, it must be at least 10-inches long. But it seemed a bit thinner than mine, and I definitely had him on girth. Good. I am the Alpha male in this tent, we don’t need another one.