A Working Guy's Life: Suited Boy Gets Banged Out.
I've had this client now for probably a year to a year and a half. He lives a fairly 'straight' life. I mean that in the domestic sense. He has a boyfriend and lives a very discreet, mostly monogamous life. I actually think his boyfriend is more like his sugar daddy, paying for his clothes, his nights out, his fun. He works, although I'm sure he does that more for show then anything else. He doesn't need to do anything but keep his boyfriend happy. He tends to be very busy and is often chatting about all the important or famous people he is hanging with, working with, or catching up with. There is always a little name dropping with him. He tends to feel the need to be important or be seen as important.
I understand he is the top in his relationship with his boyfriend. His boyfriend never fucks him, and according to him, doesn't even try.
The thing about this boy though, is deep down, he is a complete cock slut. He's always craving it. Always wanting it. I would assume, he's often getting it too. Up his ass, down his throat. However, whenever. He will often send me photos of himself sucking some random dude or getting banged out by a guy or two. My phone will suddenly beep that I have a text, and when I open it, it's him holding a cell phone in his hand and a cock in his mouth and one in his ass. (I like receiving texts like this, by the way. Very hot.)
The other thing about this boy, is that he can be a brat. He hates that I give it to him better then he's ever had. He hates that he can't find as good as I give, anywhere else. He keeps trying to find it though. Sometimes he'll go 'radio silence' for a week or two before crawling back and begging me to fuck him. Apologizing for the way he's behaved. He doesn't want to be owned by my dick, but he can't help it. I think he's in love. Not the traditional sense, of course, but still, it seems like love. He's in love with my cock. With what it does for him and how it makes him feel. What can I say? He truly is my bitch. I own his holes.
Recently I had not heard from him in over a month, almost two. I didn't really notice at first but when it passed the month mark with no word from him, or text, I knew he was pouting again and I'd have to really punish him the next time we connected, for being a brat and staying away for so long.
Like he always does, he did eventually come back, of course. 'hey, you around?' the first text from him read. Then, 'I dunno. I kinda miss ya giving me the one over' followed. I replied, and warned him that he's made me wait awhile, and I haven't really pounded out an ass in a few days, if he came over today, he was going to really get punished. He understood and agreed. He had no idea though. This time I was going to give him something to really think about.
He arrived, and mumbled an apology again. He was wearing a very nice suit and tie. He was actually dressed nicer then I had ever seen him dressed. Tie, Vest, Suit. All very dapper. He always dresses very stylish and nice, but this was very formal, very posh. Maybe he was heading somewhere after seeing me, maybe he had just got done, either way, I didn't give a fuck, it was time to get to it. I immediately barked his first order, 'get on your knees.' He obliged and as soon as he was on his knees, I shoved his face in to my crotch, grinding my growing cock in to his slut face. I was also fully dressed, for now.
As I grinded my crotch into his face I talked to him, reminded him that he had been a brat and was going to be punished for making me wait and withholding sex. I told him that I was going to hurt him today, and completely use him. I asked him if he understood and he simply replied, 'yes sir.' 'Good' I said, 'open your mouth.' He did and I spit in his face. 'Now stand up' as soon as he did I undid his belt and pull both his dress pants and his underwear down to the floor roughly. He was fully erect. The little bitch loved this, 'bend over the bed' I told him. With his pants still around his ankles he complied. His ass was presented to me and I immediately shoved my crotch in to his hole. I was still wearing my jeans but he moaned as I shoved my hardness against him. I dry humped him this way, making him feel the roughness of my jeans and the hardness of my covered cock against is warm, soft, pink hole.
'Get on your knees slut.' As he kneeled, with no warning I pulled my rock hard cock out of my jeans and shoved it down his throat. He choked and gagged on it, but I kept it there, down his throat, holding his head tightly with my hands. Any time his teeth would touch my cock I would slap his face. It took a few minutes but he relaxed and allowed the full length of my cock to penetrate his throat. But that was to easy, so I began to throat fuck him. Hard. Tears welled up in his eyes and he immediately started to gag again. I angled my cock (full and erect, pointing straight up) by pushing him to his hands and knees, burying his face in my pubes and getting his ass in my hand. This was a much better angle for my cock. I spit on his hole as he continued to choke on my dick. I slapped his ass a few times for good measure and continued to face fuck him. For some time I would rotate between having him on his knees, face available for me to spit on or slap or hit my rock hard cock against it and having him on all fours buried in my cock, choking. While he was on his knees sucking on my dick, I unbuttoned his dress shirt so I could see his chest and toned stomach. I loved pulling on his nipples, especially the pierced one. His chest was wet with sweat and slobber. I punched at his chest and fed him more cock.
I got bored with his mouth though, I wanted his other hole now.
I told him to stand up and to bend over the bed again. I ripped off his pants and underwear completely now, leaving his dress socks on and his tie and unbuttoned dress shirt. I quickly grabbed a condom and lube and prepared my cock for the major fucking it was going to give. He was sweating more by now, his white dress shirt was becoming transparent and sticking to his back. He was also shaking a little, I'm not sure if it was adrenaline or his legs getting tired from being spread or fear or maybe excitement but when I pushed the head of my cock against his cunt all bets were off. I went slow at first, teasing him, and really just fucking with him. I wanted him to think I was taking care of him, at first, but he would soon find out he was being used and just a fuck toy. His punishment was here.
After I had slowly eased in about half my cock I suddenly picked up the pace and shoved the rest in quickly, and hard. He yelled, I laughed, and reminded him that 'he deserved this, and had asked for it.' He again replied with a 'yes sir' and I was off.
Pounding and fucking his dirty little cunt till he was yelling out. He tried to adjust a couple of times but I kept kicking his legs out, spreading him open, like a cop does to a perp, but using my cock to probe him not my night stick. Making him take this whore position, of being bent over at the waist, legs spread, hole easily available put him in the right mindset to be used.
At one point I lifted his left leg and put it on the bed frame so I could get as his cunt in a different position. I made sure that I stabbed at him from every angle I could, I wanted his hole sloppy and loose when I was done. I wanted him to feel this for days. I continued my assault on his sphincter. Pounding away, sometimes so hard his body bounced off me, my cock throbbing deep inside him. I would also pull my cock out completely and then throw it all the way in him with one swift move. Doing this over and over again, making him scream. At one point when I pulled out he let some of the dirty lube drip out of his ass and onto my bed sheets. I slapped his ass and told him to get on the hard wood floor. He wouldn't be allowed on my bed any longer. He had gotten my sheets dirty, now I would fuck him on the floor only. I had decided he didn't deserve the bed anyways, dirty little slut, he would take my pounded on the hard floor.
I mounted him doggie style, but I stood above as he had his hands and knees on the floor. He was really feeling this position. His fuck hole was barely holding on to my dick anymore, I told him to 'tighten up and take care of my cock'. He tried to oblige. It was time to give his hole a break so I ripped off the condom and put him back on his knees in front of me, 'clean my cock you whore.'
He started greedily slobbering and sucking on my cock, probably relieved to give his ass a break. I would spit on my rock hard cock and make him suck it after. I also would slap him and spit on his face some more. It was hard to tell after awhile what was sweat and what was spit. He was just covered in liquid.... precum, spit, lube, sweat....and soon cum.
I told him I wanted to fuck him some more and to get on his back. He did, spreading his legs wide as he laid on the floor. I entered him again and started thrusting. He watched me as I did, just giving himself to me, letting himself be used. Letting himself be a fuck toy, something to use to get off on, and nothing more. My gaze didn't leave his. My cock didn't leave his warm hole.
I soon realized I didn't like this position as much, I couldn't get at his hole as much as I wanted to, and it wasn't as comfortable for me, so we switched. I told him to stand up, and bend over. He did and started to head to the bed, but I told him no. 'Right here, just like that, spread your legs, keep your ass up, and put your hands on the ground. This shouldn't be comfortable for you. This is about taking care of my cock, nothing else.' I said. He did as he was instructed. He bent over, uncomfortably spreading his legs so I could see his sloppy cunt, used and dripping. I entered him while standing and really started pounding him. Harder then I had so far. Probably harder then I had ever. Maybe even the hardest he's gotten it from anyone, ever. He struggled to keep his legs spread, to keep his balance, to keep his hole tightened around a thrusting intruder. He moaned and yelled. I kept pounding. Awkwardly he tried to balance. His dress shirt was completely soaked now, I grabbed it with my lubed hand and wiped it off on him, adding to the mess. Sweat was literally dripping off his face and on to the floor, his tie dragging along as I continued my siege. I too was covered in sweat and could feel my balls tightening. His punishment was about to come to an end.
'Get on your knees again in front of me, and open your mouth.' he did and I could see he was rock hard. I told him, 'You can jerk yourself off when I am finished, then you'll get dressed and get the fuck out of my house. No cleaning up. Do you understand?' He nodded. With that I gave my cock a few more strokes, but I was ready, I exploded all over his face. To be honest, it was one of the biggest loads I've shot. I'm not sure why, but it was huge. My cum hit his cheek his nose his forehead his lips. Everywhere. I actually think ultimately most of it missed his actual mouth, my target, but it was hard to tell, he was a used mess. After I finished cumming I shoved my cock in his mouth for him to clean off, he did and began to jerk himself off. Within seconds a huge spurt of cum came flying out of his cock and on to the towel below. He sighed and released my cock from his mouth. Then, as he was instructed, without a word he put his suit back on, lube sticking to his ass, cum drying to his face, sweat soaking his shirt.
Once dressed he dropped the money, grabbed his stuff and walked out.
'Don't ever make me wait that long again to use your holes, boy. Or the punishment will be much worse.'
He looked back and said 'Yes sir. I won't sir. I promise sir' and then he left.
And you know what, I think I believe him.
