Much had happened since I met my friend Blake for drinks Friday evening at a West L.A. Happy Hour bar that, like most, attracted more men than women. For a little inducement, some of the very attractive straight guys at this bar were known to make themselves available to men.
I had never paid to suck a guy’s cock, and I wouldn’t do so that night, either. Still, I was interested when Blake introduced me to rooms Chris and Mark. Chris, who I would take home that night, would learn my thoughts on payment. My more long-term interest was in Mark, the obvious Alpha of the two mid-twenties rooms, who I sensed would, with patience and proper training, make an exceptional sub.
Encountering the boys at the beginning of the long Independence Day weekend provided a unique opportunity to cultivate their submissive tendencies during what would become an intense three-day long session.
While training a new straight sub, the first session is the most cruel. Stripping away a masculine straight male’s self-image and pride is essential and by far the most challenging and time-intensive stage of his conditioning. This is even more so with alphas.
Slowly and gently, the boy must be encouraged to surrender his secrets. I usually begin with how frequently he masturbates, where he jerks off, how he does it, and his most secret sexual fans. It usually doesn’t take long before he eagerly tells me every intimate, often humiliating detail of his sexual activity with himself, and if I want, with a girlfriend if he has one, so he understands he has no secrets from me.
I thought about that while chatting with Chris and Mark at the bar before leaving for Blake’s condo. There, Chris sat opposite me on a small loveseat with his jeans and boxer briefs around his ankles, his junk displayed. He stroked his cock for my entertainment while I squeezed and tugged on his balls, and I watched Mark across the room, sprayed out naked on the sofa with Blake sucking his long thick dick.
Laying back with his eyes closed, enjoying his cock being serviced, Mark appeared the Alpha everyone took him to be. As I watched the tall, dark-haired muscle twenty-five-year-old luxury in Blake serving his big perfect cock, I know my initial assessment of Mark was correct. He had the potential to survive my boy Ron as the ultimate sub.
As Chris and I prepared to Leave for my place, I couldn’t keep myself from stopping beside kneeing Blake, squatting down and gripping Mark’s cock tightly around its densely-haired base with my thumb and forefinger like a much too-tight cock ring.
When Mark’s eyes opened to see whose fingers had such a tight grip on his dick, he found me squatting at the edge of the sofa, smiling at him.
“I bet you’re in Heaven right now, stud,” I said while tightening my grip on his shake a bit more as Blake’s lips polished his bulging knob.
“Awwhhffuuck yeah man, he’s fantastic,” the sex-dazed young Alpha gasped as Blake, looking over at me and reading the message in my eyes, lifted his drooling mouth off his cock exposing its full wet length.
Still smiling at Mark, I held his now throbbing cock straight up in the air, gripping its base punishingly tight, causing all the veins on the long, thick shake to stand out as its big sculpted head turned deep purple. Then, while still looking into Mark’s now wide-open eyes, I ticked the sensitive little nub on the underside of his shaft with the soft pad of my index fingertip for a few seconds until he began to grunt and moan.
When Mark was at the edge with no possibility of preventing himself from exploding, I slapped the underside of his throbbing cock hard with my palm like a Dad would his naughty boy’s ass.
Mark’s eyes and mouth both instantly flew wide open in shocked surprise as he fell off the edge and began to cum.
I immediately slapped his rigid penis again, harder, this time releasing my grip on its base as I did just enough for him to blast long white ropes of cum all over his chest and stomach and even up onto his chin and cheeses for me.
I held Mark’s cum spewing cock, struggling it gently for a time, then dropped it onto his tummy while it was still burping out its last few weak puddles of baby battery.
“You performed well, Mark,” I compiled the gasping hustler as I got to my feet, and I stood over Mark, looking down at him, satisfied. “We’ll get together again soon, I know some other things you will enjoy,”
Then Chris and I left. Before we did, I asked him if he was my bitch. He got offended and said he wasn’t. When we got to my topless ’74 Bronco, the first thing I did once Chris was seated was to order him to strip off his jeans and start jerking his dick for me. Then I took the long route to my home, so the humiliated straight guy had to beat his meat while I drove us around miles of West L.A., West Hollywood, and up through the Hollywood Hills. I do love to make straight guys beat off for me.
My boy Ron and I ended Friday night by adjusting Chris’s attitude a bit. He resisted just a little at first. I think early on at Blake’s, when Chris saw me twisting Mark’s nipple while I slapped his hard cock he knew what was in store for him. Later, when Chris crawled naked to me and knelt at my feet, the straight twenty-four-year-old didn’t hesitate at all when I asked him again if he was my bitch. He knew what he was and what was expected of him.
I held Chris in place by his hair with his face tilted up so he could look at me. I took my time giving his virgin throat its first fucking, talking to him the whole time.
“Open your mouth wide, Chris…”
Ron adjusted the room’s cameras so two focused on Chris, one on his upturned face and wide-open mouth, and one on his hard, up-standing cock.
“Slide your tongue out, Bonerboy…lay that licker out over your lower lip,” I instructed.
Our eyes locked as his pussylicker obediently slide out and laid itself where I wanted it.
Looking into Chris’s eyes, I pressed the big head of my leaking cock down onto the extended flat of his tongue.
“Look up to the right into the screen and look at my cock Christopher, ” I ordered and waited until I saw his eyes shift up to the screen displaying my big leaking cockhead resting on his extended tongue. Then, as Chris watched, I tilted The head of my dick and smelled a big bubble of pre all over the surface of his tongue.
“Keep your eyes where they are and watch yourself wiggle your tongue up against my cock and tease out more of that tasty pre, bitch.” I commanded.
We both remained still, well, still except for the motion of Chris’s moist satiny-rough tongue that moved slowly and delightfully up against the g-spot on the underside of my hard cock. His tongue doing that caused my cock to pump out a thick steady stream of pre that we both watched flow back over the curve of his tongue down into his throat.
After having Chris tease precum out of my cock with his tongue for a few minutes, I got tired of the game. With his eyes still on the screen, I slip my cock slowly down along the length of his tongue until the head hit the entrance to his throat. Then, as he swallowed, I pushed a little harder until I felt the head of my cock pop into his gullet. I held him still, savoring the sensing as his gag reflex kicked in and His throat muscles massaged the head and first two inches of my thick dick.
The gagging and straining to massage my cock with his throat muscles caused tears to run down from his eyes and mingle with the precum and saliva now dripping off Chris’s firm chin.
I withdraw my cock from Chris’s throat and allowed him to catch his breath while he nursed on its head. After only a moment or two, while giving my new sub permission to masturbate, I fed him nearly all eight inches once again. This time, his throat opened up to receive my dick as if it was welcomean old friend. I let the head of my dick marinate deep down inside Chris’s gulping, gagging, massaging gullet for a long time while he knelt at my feet, beating his meat and jerking me off with his throat.
I began to plumge my cock up and down, in and out of Chris’s now wide-open and welcome throat. “From now on, my hot, thick load splashing against the insides of your throat will be one of the triggers that makes you cum, Chris.”
My warning caused my new boy’s fist to move faster on his profusely leaking cock.
“Get ready to show me, bitch,” I warned, grinning down at my now near to frantic cocksucker.
“Going to cum paint the inside of your throat, straight boy,” I promised as I held his head tightly and long-dicked his throat, forcing drool to splatter out around my cock.
Then I pulled Chris’s face up, ground his lips and nose into my pubes, and expanded.
I could feel the cum tube along the underside of my cock expand as, again and again, huge wades of cum blasted out and gushed into the sucking, gulping throat. My eyes closed for a second or two, and when they opened, I was greeted by the sight of Chris shooting his own load all over the game room floor. Even as he kept sucking on my still cumming cock, more and more cum shot from his dick.
Still holding Chris’s head in my hands with my cock down his throat as the final few weak spurts of his load spilled out, I laughed while saying, “Not my bitch, straight man? Then why are you gushing all over my floor like a woman whose man has just made her cum for him?
I dropped Chris off Saturday morning with explicit instructions regarding what he could and should tell Mark about his time with me. I also explained how he should prepare Mark for his video meeting with me that evening. When Mark and I did meet in a video session that evening, what could have been a disaster went off without a hit.
It took time and a lot of direction, but things worthwhile are worth working and waiting for. Eventually, Mark, who when we met at the bar the night before was trying to chat up any hot woman he could, was leaning back on a chair facing Chris’s laptop performing like the slut I knew he was. His long, muscled legs were spread wide, his face leaned forward as he looked down his body past his fingers pinching and twisting his hard little nipples, over the long arcing mound of his boss hidden by his boxer briefs into my eyes through the laptop screen.
I waited until the still-straight boy’s eyes were fully glazed before I told him to roll back onto his shoulderblades, lift his knees to his nipples, and slowly slide his boxer briefs down over his muscle, hairless buttcheeks and tights to behind his knees. Even though the cam, Mark’s butt, spread so wantonly with his little almond-shaped honeypot deep in his crack, was as tempting as I had imagined. It would require all my self-control not to take this would-be Alpha’s cherry until he was on all foursbeside his roommate, and I could fuck them both.
After Mark masturbated for me and Chris fed him his load, then locked Mark’s big cock up in his new cage last night, before ending the video chat, I told the boys that they should be at my home by 1 p.m. today. I almost hoped they’d be late. It had been quite a while since I had bent two straight guys over and paddled their butts.
Sunday Afternoon was about to begin. We were midway through the long weekend. I still had thirty-two hours of use and abuse planned for Chris and Mark. Despite their lewd, wanton behavior Friday night and Saturday, I was sure both young roofers still thought of themselves as straight men who controlled their destiny. By the time they left Monday night, they would both understand that although they might be straight — I enjoyed them thinking they were straight — they now existed to serve and please me in the most humiliating and degrading ways imagined.
Just as I finished the Sunday Times,the gate chime rang, causing me to look at my watch. Six minutes early, I thought, smiling. A few minutes later, the Game Room’s glass doors slide open, and Ron walked out onto the pool deck with Chris and Mark in tow. Since nothing would be served by letting the boys get the idea that they were something they weren’t, like friends who dropped in to hang out by the pool, Ron had already stripped them naked.
The first thing on the agenda was to get Mark shaved. Although I didn’t intend to fuck the boys right away, I was going to introduce them to anal play early on. I decided to meld Mark’s shake with enemy for them both.
Once in the dressing room adjacent to my gym, Ron and I divided tasks, with him handling Chris’s enemy while I held Mark.
I removed Mark’s cage when we entered the shower. He had only forgotten it for about sixteen hours. His cock snapped to attention almost immediately. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he had not had an erection in days, maybe weeks. I took his cock into my hand and stroked it a few times while complimenting Mark again on the enormous load he produced for me last night. I told him that I expected him to always give me a big load like that.
Before I held Mark, I showed him. I used the shower as an opportunity to control and manhandle him under the ceiling-mounted showerheads. When I wasn’t physically moving him, I was giving him commands; lift your arms, spread your legs, bend over, squat while I scrubbed and later his most intimate areas. I made sure to linger and apply lots of soap to his still hairy balls and asshole, the later while he was squatting with a finger managing to slip in a little while I was holding his balls.
I took my time shaving off the hair from around Mark’s cock and balls, along his taint, in his butt crack, and around his tight, pouting asshole. I held him twice, first with an electric trimmer and then, after showing him again, with a razor explicitly designed for manscaping.
I was in no rush to complete Mark’s shake. Mark, masturbating and licking his load up out of his palm for me last night while Chris held his cum-filled hand to his lips, had impressed me with his natural subservice.
When I gave Mark’s primo ass its final shake, I did so while sitting on the built-in shower bench with Mark face up on the floor before me. His legs were thrown back with his knees on either side of his hard, dark, raspberry-colored nipples with his arms wrapped around them. His perfect ass was lifted with the sides of his muscle cheeses pressed against the insides of my thighs and his tailbone resting against the bench. His balls and his hard, nearly honest nine-inch long cock with its big perfect head pointed down at his handsome face.
As Mark swung his legs over his head and grabbed his knees, I ordered him to open his mouth real wide. He obeyed immediately. Truth be told, I spent almost as much, maybe more time milking his big cock down into his open mouth than I did using the razor on it. I warned him that his muscle ass was perfectly positioned for paddling if he closed his mouth without my permission.
In his ass-up position, the underside of Mark’s ballsack, his taint, and the soft folds of his anus were all spread out before me. With the pad of my thumb resting on and gently massaging Mark’s shaving-jell-coated asshole, I began to take away the last outward signs of his manhood.
Starting behind Mark’s already baby-smooth ball sack, I used long, smooth strokes of the razor to strip away stubble left by the shader. That changed when all that remained was the little halo of hair around his anus. I had him release the backs of his muscle thighs, reach up to his now smooth cheeses, and pry them even wider apart. When Mark’s virgin rosebud-like asshole bloomed, I teased it with a fingertip as I carefully shacked all around its soft, sensitive folds.
Looking down at Mark between my tights on his back with the smooth undersides of his muscle thighs framing his pecs and their luscious-looking nipples and his thick, almost nine-inch cut cock pointing down at his handsome face with its wide mouth and such kissable lips, I nearly felt a pang of goal. Instead, I smiled as I began to gently pet and ticke Mark’s asshole with an index finger while I milked his dick down over his handsome face until it began to drip. That’s when I ordered him to open his mouth very wide and to keep it open.
I carefully shacked away every tiny hair surrounding Mark’s tight, clutching anus taking great care not to damage it. Now and then, I would reach down with my index finger to scoop some precum up off Mark’s tongue and use it to ease my probing of his asshole’s soft, sensitive folds. On those occasions, our eyes would meet. I always smiled and assured Mark that he was a very Good Boy.
During this process, we were entertained by the sounds of Mark’s roommate Chris being repeatedly enemaed. Even Mark, who was swallowing his own precum at the time and knew he would soon head into the adjacent room to have his own guts filled with water, chuckled a few times, hearing his roommate’s groans and moans float in from around the corner.
Stripping a man naked will humiliate him. Shaving his hair and caging his junk will humble him. Stripping a man naked, shaving him and caging his junk, sliding a greasy plastic nozzle up his ass, filling him with water, and making him squat in front of you as if he’s a little boy and evacuate all that water over and over again sandblasts away whatever remains of his self-esteem and, in most cases, make him a very agreeable boy.
By the time the two handsome young roofers were finally standing naked, hairless with pristine fuck holes before me with water still trickling down their inner thighs, if I ordered them to tongue fuck each other’s assholes, they would probably have tripped over each other trying to obey.
As it was, instead, I left their hard cocks uncaged and took them out to the pool where, in the shade, I put them side-by-side on all fours while Ron and I leisurely spread sunblock lotion all over their muscle bodies. That was necessary because they would be in the sun most of the afternoon.
Having Chris and Mark naked, uncaged, and on all fours while we spread the lotion over their bodies did provide Ron and me with the opportunity to occasionally encourage Chris to hold his face higher or Mark to arch his back more tightly. We massed their muscle backs, arms, shoulders, and legs as we worked the lotion into their flesh.
We did not hesitate to urge both boys to spread their knees wider and wider apart and lift their asses higher until their large egg-like balls hung low in their sacks and swung free between their muscle thighs. Nor did We hold back with our praye for their cocks, how nicely they twitched and bounced and snapped up and down in the air below their firm tummies.And we certainly did not deny those sharp penises their share of lotion.
It was when Ron and I each held one of the boys by a hip and slide our index fingers up their lot-coated assholes that they really went wild. We released their hips and reached down behind their butts between their spread thighs, gripped their hard cocks, and pulled them to hold the boys in place as they rocked back and forth, pumping their clutching, flexing assholes up and down our fingers. We eventually gave in and slipped both boys a second finger to fill their needy holes.
With the first two fingers of my right hand buried to the knuckles up Mark’s ass and my left palm moved slowly and teasingly in short strokes back and forth over the clip spot on the underside of his throbbing, leaking shake, I leaned over my straight stud’s length-coated back and whispered into the former Alpha’s ear. “Remember how you shot your wad for me when I slapped your big dick, Marky? Don’t speak. Just clench your asshole around my fingers to let me know you remember.”
After just a few seconds of hesitation, just two or three, I feel the hot sensing of Mark’s asshole sphincter clenching my fingers tightly.
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