A gay story: Relentless Anal Domination The sight of his manhood was truly awe-inspiring. It was colossal, perhaps as wide as a soda can and at least 10 inches long, with a perfectly sculpted head that made my desires run wild. He was clearly aware of his endowment and knew just how to use it, as evidenced by his eager anticipation of my arrival. Upon entering his place, he greeted me with a simple “hi” before unzipping his jeans with a sense of ceremony, never once breaking our intense eye contact. I was completely smitten.
As someone who appreciates a well-endowed partner, his size was enough to make me weak in the knees. It wasn’t even fully erect yet, but it already looked like it could cause some serious damage. He noticed my reaction and couldn’t help but boast about his impressive member. “In front of me, on your knees,” he commanded matter-of-factly, gesturing for me to kneel before him.
At that moment, I began to second-guess my decision. I knew there was no way I could deepthroat such a massive cock, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear. This man exuded confidence, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was due to his experience with such a formidable member. But on the other hand, I couldn’t resist the temptation. I hesitantly stepped closer, my shyness getting the best of me.
I just wanted to feel it in my hand, to see what it would be like. As I pulled back his foreskin, he twitched a few times, revealing a glistening head that filled the room with an intoxicating aroma of cum, piss, and sex. His underwear was stained with evidence of his virility, and he wanted me to see and know. His cock was slimy, pungent, and incredibly large.
I was so turned on that I couldn’t sit still, my body trembling with desire. Without a word, I began to stroke his cock with my left hand, bringing my face close to take in its scent. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, completely under his spell. That slimy cock looked so tempting that I couldn’t resist. With just a few sniffs, I lost control and began to slap myself with it, rubbing his juices all over my face. How did I end up on my knees like this? I couldn’t help but wonder. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. I was completely lost in my lust for his alpha-sized cock.
With each strike, jolt, and thrust, his member expanded in size. Despite my average-sized hands, I couldn’t fully encompass it. My index finger and thumb couldn’t even meet. I was alternating between tenderly attending to his glans, coaxing out precum from his testicles and mixing it with my saliva, and vigorously stroking his length up and down, slamming my clenched fist against his pelvic region with force, almost as if urging him to climax.
Looking back, I believe this was the moment when he realized my capacity for submission, and he began to dominate me more and more roughly. It began with him forcefully feeding me his impressive member. Using his massive hand to control my head, he made me gag and choke as I tried to breathe, instructing me to be a good little boy and inhale through my mouthful of his cock. And so I did. I was completely intoxicated by his manhood, and he knew it. For five long minutes, I was moaning and sucking on his engorged head, spitting a mouthful of saliva onto his shaft. The distinctive taste of cum lingered in the back of my throat.
It was all too much for me. I was sucking another man’s cock, a massive one at that, and the depraved realization that it was coated with juices from someone else’s lovemaking, all while my face was smeared with precum and saliva. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt exhilarated, my throat relaxed and begging for him to be rough with me, pleading “punish me, daddy” and “pretty please!” with the utmost submissiveness.
His cruel sneer greeted me, followed by the command to stay calm. Before I could react, his hands gripped my head and forced his entire length down my throat. With surprising ease, he navigated the tight confines of my throat and I could feel my body struggling to accommodate him.
The impact of his stomach against my nose, mixed with the pungent scent of his sweat and fluids, left me in shock. Desperate for air, I begged for more, my voice muffled by his member. Each gasp for breath was met with another thrust, my chest burning and my words falling on deaf ears.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he withdrew and I gasped for air, only to be met with a humiliating punishment. He grabbed my hair and slapped my face repeatedly, the force of his blows leaving me reeling.
It was just enough to break me down, but he continued, showing no mercy. He resumed his relentless thrusts, hitting my nose with each movement, my feeble attempts to push him off proving futile. Each time he pulled out, he would beat me again, forcing saliva and precum into my mouth before plunging back in.
I was overcome with fear. His member was incredibly long, constantly pressing against the back of my throat. The physical abuse intensified, lasting for what felt like an eternity. “Please, stop, daddy,” I pleaded with a submissive voice. “Shut your mouth, you worthless slut,” he spat, striking me with force and yanking my head back by my hair. I collapsed to the ground, barely conscious from the lack of air and the repeated blows to my face. I must have endured at least 30 brutal slaps, each one pushing me closer to my breaking point.
He knelt beside me, gripping my hair once more and grinding his teeth in anger. “You will behave like a good little boy, or I will make you beg for mercy. Do you understand?” he growled. Trembling with fear, I nodded in agreement. I rose to my knees once again and the throat fucking continued, though with slightly less aggression. He pumped me relentlessly, causing me to make guttural sounds of “Glagh, glagh, glogh, glogh, glogh.” My arms fell to my sides, no longer able to resist him, while my neck remained loose and my stance submissive. I could feel his powerful member throbbing inside me, and he let out moans of pleasure that betrayed his nearing climax. “The cum…ugh,” he gasped, “in my balls…ugh,” he struggled for words as I coughed and gagged around his cock. “It’s been at least 7 days, baby boy. Are you ready for it?”
In a moment of inexplicable madness, I couldn’t resist the urge to see his colossal member release its majestic load. Despite all he had done to me, I was consumed by a crazed thirst for his cock. In reverence to his massive manhood, I began slamming my face against his stomach, forcefully taking his throbbing shaft past my throat and deep into my mouth. I must have pleased him, as it only took a few more thrusts for his cock to swell and erupt into my waiting mouth, not just once but several times.
The first gush of thick, hot cum shot straight into my stomach. As he pulled out, another stream filled my mouth and coated my tongue, followed by several more ropes that splattered over my flushed face. The musky taste and smell of his cum only fueled my arousal, and I eagerly swallowed and licked every drop. I couldn’t believe it. I had become a willing cumslut, eagerly obeying his command and savoring his sperm.
As I dutifully cleaned his cock, he slumped back in his armchair, legs spread and cock still rock-hard. I was enthralled, intoxicated by his manhood and my own lust. But as I tried to regain my senses, he sneered at me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I…I was just going to the bathroom to clean up,” I stammered, feeling small and insignificant. “What?” he barked, looking down at his still-erect member. Then, his gaze shifted back to me. “You’re not done until I say you’re done,” he panted, clearly not satisfied yet. Feeling inadequate and unsure of myself, I wondered if I had done a good enough job. But then I noticed it, on the coffee table. A blister pack of Viagra, the box recently opened and half the pills already gone. He caught me looking and smirked. “Just as I suspected. Now be a good boy and get back to work. You have a long night ahead of you.” He adjusted himself in the chair, signaling for me to kneel before him once again and continue my duties to his insatiable cock.
Rather than feeling fearful or tired from the intense experience, I was overcome with joy. My body was still hard and my mind was hazy from the effects of being intoxicated by his cock. Could I continue? Could I indulge in playing with his cum and his member?
With a wide, cum-covered grin, I eagerly dropped to my knees and took his 10-inch cock back into my mouth. It was still hard, but not as rigid as before. The initial rush of cum had passed and now Scott was more sensitive. I couldn’t force his cock past my throat without causing him pain. My throat was also sore from the previous deepthroating. I licked and sucked his thick cock, pulling it out of my mouth to slap my lips and tongue with it. I smeared the cum on my face all over it before taking it back into my mouth. The taste of his cum was sweet and musky, like a nectar that I craved more of. My face and mouth were now coated in saliva and cum, and I lost myself in the pleasure of sucking and licking his shaft, only able to deepthroat halfway.
“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph,” I continued to suck and stroke, twisting my wrist in unison. Scott wasn’t one to moan much, but he couldn’t help but let out a low groan when he was receiving top-quality attention. “Mmmm,” he groaned, encouraging me with a “good boy.” Scott lifted his feet onto the coffee table, subtly raising his hips to expose his balls. How foolish of me! I had been neglecting his balls all night. Without hesitation, I cupped them firmly with one hand and vigorously stroked his cock with the other. It didn’t take long for my mouth to follow suit.
I sucked on his balls one by one while keeping up the pumping action, earning another “dirty little slut” from Scott. I could feel my arms and jaw growing tired, my child-like enthusiasm fading. It seemed that what turned Scott on the most was pushing me past my limits and then watching me struggle in the aftermath. His cock was now throbbing and he couldn’t sit still in his armchair.
He stopped me, placing his cock on his stomach and getting up. I looked up at him submissively, my mouth still covered in cum, and let out an “ahhhhhhh” as I stuck my tongue out. I grabbed his pulsating cock at the base and playfully slapped my tongue with it. I pursed my lips and blew cum bubbles, smearing his cock head with my lips. As a reward for my hard work and relentless enthusiasm, Scott grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me to the corner of the bed. He instructed me to take two Viagra and handed me a fat blunt. “Inhale…pull, inhale…pull! Now hold it,” he directed as I coughed my lungs out. This continued until I had smoked the entire blunt.
My face tingled and numbed simultaneously as my blood pressure dropped, causing me to restfully and playfully plop my head onto the bed with my perfect ass up. I arched my back and exposed my anus, eagerly anticipating Scott’s merciless thrusts. Pushing my cheeks apart, I presented my hole like a willing slut, desperate for his approval.
Despite my consistent and diligent efforts to train my gape, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious and worried that I had overdone it. I feared my resting gape-hole was now more of an “I-Ring” than an “O-Ring”. As I pushed harder, my boy-pussy queefed, sucking in air and pushing it back out, causing me to cringe.
Suddenly, I felt my wrists being shackled and pinned against my waist. I was at Scott’s mercy as he used some form of restraints – cuffs or a zip tie, it didn’t matter. Next, I felt his hands brutally spreading my ass cheeks apart, exposing me completely. Without warning, his fist-sized cock-head forcefully rammed into my tight asshole. I futilely tried to escape, yelling “No, no, no!”, but it was no use. His monster-cock pushed its way inside me, filling me up completely and bottoming out, balls deep. Scott completely plowed through my prostate in one go.
As he pulled me by my bound arms, he ruthlessly impaled me onto his shaft, which felt like a baseball bat, but with a slightly wider base. The intense mixture of pleasure and pain caused me to scream in ecstasy. My entire body convulsed as my rectal muscles contracted around Scott’s massive member, but it was no match for the overwhelming sensation of being stretched beyond my limits. The pressure on my prostate was indescribable, and I feared my entrance would tear. But after a moment, I realized I needed to fight through the pain and push back. With each thrust, his cock sunk deeper and deeper, increasing the pressure on my insides and pushing me to new heights of pleasure.
With a heavy groan, I struggled to thank my Daddy as he pulled away slightly, allowing my body to function once again. I was paralyzed, completely impaled on his throbbing member. With just one thrust, Scott had complete control over me, my body putty in his skilled hands. And he was well aware of it. Roughly, Scott withdrew his glistening 10 inches from inside me, causing me to release a series of embarrassing farts and queefs. The first round of this 10-minute ritual was excruciating, but surprisingly, the next one felt surprisingly pleasurable. My stretched out hole was a blessing as my body was relaxed enough to fully embrace what could possibly be the most intense anal experience of my life. Scott stretched me out for what felt like an eternity, his skilled hands spreading me wide as he expertly aimed his massive cock and thrust it deep inside. He maintained a steady rhythm, always going balls deep with force and weight, never breaking his cadence.
With a loud “thud,” Scott forcefully thrust his 10-inch cock inside me, driving it through my insides like a battering ram. He paused, relishing in my struggle as he continued to fuck me. I let out a scream, unable to handle the intensity. “I-I can’t take it, please, daddy!” Scott remained silent, but suddenly pulled out his thick member with a jerk, causing a satisfying “pop” as saliva, cum, and coconut oil mixed together. The sudden release of pressure brought immense relief, and I couldn’t help but let out a low groan of satisfaction. My asshole contracted and pushed back as wet suction noises filled the room, and then…another one. *Thud!* Scott plunged into my ass again, growling, “You’re such an obedient cock-slut. You love the pain, don’t you?”
I felt like I was losing my mind. “Y-yes, daddy! Harder, please, daddy!” I couldn’t control my words, even though I knew it would only lead to more pain. But Scott seemed to be getting tired, the force, tempo, and rhythm of his thrusts remaining the same. *Thud!* *Plop!* *Thud!* *Slop!* *Thud!* *Plop!* *Thud!* *Slop!* No matter what I said or did, Scott continued with the same relentless pace. “Oh, please, daddy, harder!” I begged, I queefed, but he didn’t change a thing. “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, just please, fuck me harder, daddy!” I was now rosebudding hard for Scott, inviting him in. But it was no use. Scott continued to pound me like that until my body felt like butter and he had complete control over me. He finally snapped out of his trance-like state, only after he was sure my asshole could handle the intense beating that followed.
Suddenly, *Bam!*, *Bam!*, *Bam!* he began to pound with tremendous force. Although it was now effortless for him to balls-deep me, each stroke hurt like hell. He made sure of it, he loved making twinks squeel. Scott had planned for a lot of anal flexibility, as it already felt like a baseball bat was repeatedly hitting my insides. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness!” I cried out in worship. The sensation of being used, the tight grip of my anus on his shaft despite my body being completely limp, my knees barely able to support me for the anal penetration. It was exhilarating. And then he did it.
He climbed onto the bed with both feet, positioning his 10-inch weapon directly at my prostate. I don’t know how he knew how to do it or how he found it, but he struck my P-spot perfectly in the center and thrust through it as if trying to loosen a knot in my neck. And then he resumed his pounding. Oh my god, it was simply unbelievable. The rhythm combined with the feeling of fullness, the stretching and pounding all directed at my prostate.
“Uuuugh, no! I’m going to pee!” I shouted, Scott’s cock bulged through my belly with each thrust. But he paid no attention and continued his intense prostate massage with his monstrous dick. He couldn’t slam as hard as he did before, but he relentlessly hit my P-spot over and over. It began to build up, my erection rock-hard and pulsating from the Viagra, and I felt a tingling of pleasure both on the tip of my penis and deep inside my anus.
The sound of heavy thuds echoed through the room, causing me to plead desperately, “Please, you’re going to make me pee!” I pushed with all my might, and suddenly, it happened. I released a stream of cum, unlike any regular orgasm. The sensation of the cum flowing through me before I climaxed was overwhelming, and it seemed to never stop. My body was being relentlessly penetrated, and my P-spot was hit so hard that I couldn’t move. My stomach was being roughly distended, each stroke ramming through my guts and insides with intention.
Finally, his cock returned to its doggy-style angle, and I was able to breathe again. But I couldn’t stop repeating, “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” as Scott continued to thrust into me with determination. I could feel his vulnerability, having achieved his goal of making me release my cum and dominating me. But it was clear that he was ready to cum again, as I felt his engorged cock head push against something deep inside me. Despite the pain, I pushed through and kept going. As the final minutes of his relentless deep fucking turned brutal, I could feel myself being used as a mere object for his pleasure. My swollen and gaping hole was covered in cum and lube as Scott pounded me into a state of unconsciousness. And then, I felt a warm release and a sense of relief. Half-conscious, I collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. A cum-covered mess.