Jim threw the covers aside and lay propped up on his elbow while running his other hand over my pantied ass. He admired my nylon covered butt a moment, then looked up at me and I smiled back. “Damn that sweet ass does look fine in panties…” he declared, patting my butt and feeding my endless pantyboy need to be complimented.
I cocked my hips to present my ass to him, shamelessly teasing him but truly seeking his approval and admiration. Jim moved to all fours over me and grabbed the bottle of lube off the nightstand. I watched wordlessly over my shoulder as my new man gently pulled the waistband of my panties down over my vulnerable rear, exposing my ass cheeks to the cool air. Jim quickly lubed his hard cock and my not-so-tight hole.
Jim’s blunt cockhead pressed against me and I pushed back against him. He took me by surprise when at least half his shaft plunged inside me in one stroke! I gasped and my back arched from the unexpectedly deep intrusion. Jim’s arm wrapped around my neck in a chokehold as the rest of his cock pressed fully into me. My right hand clutched desperately at the bedsheets until Jim grabbed my wrist in his unyielding grip, locking it in place. Then I felt Jim’s full weight come down on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. I was pinned to the mattress like a wrestler who was way outside of his weight class.
Jim started to fuck me, slowly at first, but then he started to ram into me. My hips bounced off the mattress back into him, meeting his downward thrusts in a spanking rhythm. I moaned each time he bottomed out with a raspy sound due to his muscled arm wrapped around my throat. I was helplessly trapped beneath this bear of a man who was fucking the shit out of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
What pantyboy could ask for anything more?
Jim panted in my ear as he fucked me and as his passion increased his grip on my wrist and around my neck tightened, reducing my air supply. He was claiming me, inflicting his physical domination upon me and I was loving it. But I desperately needed more air and tapped his bicep around my throat like a wrestler tapping out. Jim got the message and eased his grip slightly, allowing me just enough air to breathe. I was loving being at his mercy as he reamed my ass, the feeling of his coarse chest hair on my smooth back, his considerable weight pressing me into the mattress, his steel grip on my wrist and his chokehold around my neck were all pressing my submissive buttons, turning me on like no one else ever had before.
My hard cock in my panties was slammed into the mattress with each of his thrusts and the delicious sensation of the nylon fabric sliding over my dick soon had me making a mess in my clean panties. Jim continued to pound my ass for about another five minutes until he finally rammed home and grunted in my ear as he seeded me yet again. His grip on my wrist and neck tightened as his balls spasmed and injected load after load into my core. I held on as long as I could until I tapped his bicep again, timidly begging for him to allow me some air.
Jim finally came down off the peak of his orgasm and loosened his grip. I drew in a breathe of desperately needed air and then managed to gasp, “Holy, Fucking, Shit…”
Jim chuckled in my ear, “So was it good for you…?”
I chuckled back, “Wow…!”
“Same here, Boo-boo…” he chuckled. OMG. Bear had just given me a pet name…and I liked it! I gently rubbed my smooth cheek against his beard and moaned in appreciation. He still had a grip on my right wrist and I felt his thumb gently stroking mine as we basked in the afterglow for a few moments. He was my Bear and I was now his Boo-boo and I wanted the moment to last forever.
Sadly, all good things have to come to an end. Jim rose up off of me and pulled my panties back up over my well fucked ass. “I really need to hit the shower. Care to join me?” he asked with a sly grin.
Seriously? I knew that we were still in the honeymoon phase of our physical relationship, but my ass was not really ready for round three so soon. “Umm…” was about all I got out.
“C’mon, Boo-boo. Don’t be shy…” he grabbed my wrist and practically yanked me out of bed. With his vice-like grip around my wrist I had little choice except to follow…
There was little doubt in my mind that Jim wanted to fuck me again, which he confirmed by grabbing the lube as he dragged me to the shower like a jailhouse bitch. That thought hit me like a sledgehammer. We’ve all become familiar with tales of the new young con being sexually abused in prison by the general population, so in order to survive he becomes a bitch – the protected sexual property of a tough older con. But being a bitch usually involved more than sucking cock and taking it up the ass. Often the younger man would have to assume a feminine persona, growing his hair long, wearing tight or revealing clothes and even makeup.
Was I Jim’s bitch, now? I now realized that I looked like one when I opened the door for him with my long, highlighted hair, trimmed eyebrows, tight short-shorts and shaved body. Then I invited him to stay in my COVID locked down apartment to protect me from the Johnsons and then surrendered my body to him in exchange for his protection. Then I made a show of slipping into my best panties before sliding into bed with him last night. Then this morning I had eagerly presented my pantied ass to Jim so he could mount me like I was his property and fuck my ass like he owned it.
Was I now in a gay romantic relationship with Jim or was this something darker? The scary thing was that while I truly wanted a romance, something inside me craved for it to be something darker. I wanted to be made love to, but I also wanted to be taken, used, broken…
“Strip out of your pretty panties, Chrissy,” Jim ordered as he turned on the water in the shower, breaking me out of my reverie. As I slid my panties down to my ankles, I realized that I loved every word in that sentence. Jim grabbed my biceps from behind me and steered me under the water, causing my mind to flash on every shower scene in every prison drama I had ever seen. I nervously expected Jim to pin me to the tiled wall and rape me, but instead he grabbed the soap and gently lathered up my chest as he held me close.
I was momentarily disappointed that I was not being roughly taken, but I was soon purring gently as Jim explored and caressed my body as he tenderly washed my front. I melted back into his embrace, relishing the feeling of Jim’s soapy paws on my chest and abs. I sucked in air when he gently played with my nipples, tweaking them to full erection. Jim turned me around and we made out as he soaped up my ass, massaging my buns. I took the soap and lathered up his hairy chest, pits and biceps, marveling at how hard and solid his muscles were. We kissed again as I proceeded to his back, working down his spine to his lightly haired, solid mounds. Jim grabbed the lube, spun me around and pressed me against the wall. He lubed his cock and my asshole before sliding his hard cock up into me again. then I got what I needed – a hard balls to the wall pounding while pinned to the wall like a prison bitch! Jim’s hand between my shoulder blades crushed me against the wall while I stuck my ass out willingly while Papa Bear fucked me mercilessly until he seeded my ass for the third time.