#I see your faggot ass walking in your tight pants…

[abijahfowler]

Never underestimate my ability to turn evil men into evil milfs

#sketchbook #abijah fowler #my girlfriend and i are making them evil lesbians #her name is aoibheann #code name ABIJAH FOWLER!!! #HISTORICAL HE/HIM LESBIAN LETS GOOOO #I see your faggot ass walking in your tight pants… #trying to get a man BITCH YOU IS A FUCKIN MAN #also fit may be a bit off I wanted to draw her in European drip but I was a lil too high to look for #specific decades or whateva #naughty naughty

[faghubby]

Happily married

I stood in the kitchen doorway and watched from across the room as he slid his hand over my wife's ass. I had met him only once before but knew he had been fucking my wife for several months now. The scene made me excited since almost everyone we knew was there. Family, friends, Co workers. We always threw a party for Halloween it wasn't necessarily a Halloween party as much as a preamble to the holiday season. As I watched this man secretly flirt and touch Kelly, I felt a hand on the small of my back.

"Wondering if she will ever fuck you again?" Tim whispered in my ear. I froze as his hand slid down cupping my ass.

"After dinner you're going to take me somewhere and suck my cock. While all your friends and family listen" he said. His hand massage my ass.

"Look at him wondering around with your wife, think she is introducing him as her lover"Tim continued. Just as my sister walked over to me.

"There you are hiding?" Linda said.

"No not all, have you met Tim?" I said introducing him. Tim stepped out and shook her hand. Tim took Linda arm and led her away talking about the new lights he had installed for us in the dining room. The party continued and me and Kelly exchanged looks a few times but where never together. Other then when we welcomed everyone to our home. I lost track of her for awhile but we did have almost 100 people wondering around. That is until Kelly came up to me and suddenly kissed me. I tasted her lovers cum as she fed it to me.

"Such a good sissy bitch" she whispered in my ear. If I had not been wearing the special panties with a built in gaffe. The whole room would of know I had an erection. Well not the whole room. Kelly did cuckold me because I was too small to please her. But she also liked me to always wear very tight pants. To show off my sexy bubble butt.

"Do you know how many in this room know you like to suck dick?" She asked me. I didn't not really I knew a few. But knew she had told more. Just then my phone vibrated. It was Tim. When he called a pic of his cock appeared on my phone. I always worried someone would see. Text read Master bedroom now. I kissed Kelly and made my way upstairs. As I entered Tim stood there naked. He pointed to the floor and I dropped to my knees. He approached his cock swinging between his legs.

"Make it hard" he ordered I instantly started to kiss and lick his cock. For the past 2 months I had sucked his cock at least a dozen times.

Kelly had hired him to seduce me. At least that's what she always told me. That fact he was an electrician was a bonus. He grew hard in my mouth.

"I know Kelly already gave you your oral dose of cum, so this one is going in your ass" Tim told me. I was so nervous someone would hear him he wasn't trying to be quiet. He pulled me to my feet. I quickly disrobed. And stood before him in a pink thong and a corset. With stockings. He laid me on the bed. I spread my legs. As he applied lube. He then pushed his hard cock in my ass. I let out a moan as he did. He put my legs on his shoulders as he fucked me.

"You love this don't you, you are such a little faggot." Tim told me. Tim was gay sure but he had never taken anything up his ass he swore. Well besides my tounge a few times. He had sucked some cock. But preferred to fuck little sissy bitches as he put it. He was a machine sawing my ass with his thick 8 inch cock. I was trying to be quiet but the more I tried the harder and faster Tim fucked me. He finally stiffened and filled my ass with his cum.

"Why don't you put on something alittle sexier" Tim went to my closet he pulled out a clean pink lace thong with matching bra. He then handed me a pair of woman's slacks with a zipper on the side. He allowed me to keep on my dark colored shirt to hide the bright colored bra. Tim led me back to the party. Kelly saw us.

"Don't you look hot" Kelly giggled her hand ran across my ass. Tim pulled me to a corner he unzipped my pants and slid his hand into my pants rubbing my hard dick.

"Tim I am going to " I said resting my head on his shoulder. Tim stopped leaving me wanting, he pushed his fingers in my mouth so I could taste my precum. I opened my eyes to see. My neighbor. Kathy walking in the room. She was a bit startled by what she saw prehaps more embarrassed. Tim smiled at me, he loved to expose me. I wanted to chase after her, try and explain. But my pants where still unzipped and Tim still held me.

"Let her run off and tell kelly" Tim told me. I so wanted to cum. "Kelly and I think you shouldn't cum anymore" Tim told me. We had discussed this before. Kelly had wanted to lock me in chastity. Tim had convinced her he could use humiliation to a much more satisfactory effect.

"Tim please"

"Why don't you call me sir" he said. My pants had settled down a bit more.

"Sir may I cum please" I begged.

"You want me to what bend you over right here in this room and fuck you right now?" Tim asked. I didn't he knew that. He grabbed, my thong and yanked it up so my whale tail would show. Then let me fix my pants but not my panties.

"Go ask your wife if it would be okay if you spent the night with me in the guest room. " Tim said. I nodded and went to find Kelly. I found Kathy quietly talking with Kelly. Kelly motioned me over.

"Paulie is a sissy cuckold" Kelly explained. She saw a flash of pink and to emphasize this pulled on my exposed panties. Kathy seemed stunned by all this. Kathy left in a hurry dragging her husband out the front door.

"Kelly would it be alright if Tim spent the night?" I asked.

"Still haven't had enough , I know he already fucked you earlier" Kelly said as if wanting me to plead my case.

"Yes, Kelly" I said.

"You have become a total faggot, you know that?" I couldn't look at her. "Yes you can have a sleep over" Kelly told me. "You better do everything he asks of you" the party was just about broken up. Only our closest friends remained. Kelly was actually sitting on her lovers lap. Leaving no doubt about who she was with. Tim wrapped his arms around me from behind. Although everyone knew I found it very embarrassing.

"Paul, does Tim have a big cock?" Nina Kelly's best friend laughed at my discomfort. I didn't answer. But Tim took it as a sign to push me. He unzipped my pants again this time letting them fall around my ankles.

"Paul, please. Sorry he has become such a faggot he can't control himself around men" Kelly said in a fake state of shock. To alot of laughter. Although I was so horny my slight erection vanished. My bulge easily held in the tiny thong.

"Look how smooth he keeps his legs" Diane said actually reaching out and running her hand up my leg

"Don't get me started he spends more time in the bathroom trying to look pretty then I do" Kelly responded.

"Please sir" I begged wanting out of the room.

"Strip, down to just your lingerie. Then you can go upstairs and wait for me" he told me. I hesitated so Tim started to take off my shirt. Exposing the my bra I stood in just lingerie in front of our friends. Tim smacked my ass and I ran upstairs.

"What no kiss goodnight?" Kelly called out. I ran back kissed her quick before running out again. All to a great round of laughter. I fell on the bed crying. Tim entered a moment later.

"Enough of that" Tim pulled me up to my feet he stripped me naked. Then had me watch as he undressed.

"Do you still want to cum" Tim asked.

"No, sir" I wimpered.

"Good. Now see if you can get me hard again" he said. I sucked his cock hard, Tim had me get on my hands and knees. His cock slid in easy having been on there only about 90 minutes earlier. I didn't even try and be quiet as Tim fucked me in-between smacks to my ass.

"OH thank you,sir" I moaned. Just as Kelly walked in. Tim never stopped.

"OH my" Kelly said as she watched me get plowed, she had seen me suck a cock but never get fucked before.

"You where making so much noise" Kelly explained before she turned to leave with a smile. The embarrassment kept me soft thru it all. After Tim had pumped his seed deep in my bowels. He had me put on fresh bright pink lingerie. Stockings, garter, a thong , and bra, he added a pink collar to my neck. Before cuddling with me to we fell asleep.

Kelly woke me,

"Do you still like pussy?" She asked as she lowered herself to my mouth. Cum flowed out of her as I licked her clean. I was amazed how much there was.

"Yeah, your tounge has always been magic" she moaned. This woke Tim. He rolled to us. Kelly moaned louder. I couldn't see what they where doing but Tim was sitting up. Kelly shifted having me lick her asshole. Before she got up. I saw Tim kiss her breast one last time. Kelly left Tim pushed up my bra and kissed and sucked my nipples. I moaned. My penis leaking in my panties. Tim felt me throbbing and stoped rolled over and went back to sleep. I was in agony. But knew better then to masterbate.

I woke up late. And made my way down stairs. I found Mike shirtless making breakfast. Kelly and Tim where sitting at the table. I came in and sat down. Mike put a plate in front of me. With grapefruit And a protein shake. This was part of my very strick diet. He patted my head.

"Eat up" he said condescending

"Paul, did your new robe not fit" Kelly asked. She was talking about the silk robe she had bought me that said sissy on the back.

"It is a little short" I commented.

"Stand up" Tim ordered I did as told. He pulled off my sweat pants and tee shirt I had put on. "Well then you can just wear your underwear then" Tim told me. Mike walked up behind Kelly and slid his hand down the front of her shirt. Exposing her breast as he did.

"Why do you tease him so" Kelly laughed. KissingMike. After breakfast both Mike and Tim had to go. Leaving me and Kelly alone. I cleaned up.

"Tim wants you to come out fully. You know" Kelly commented.

"Stop wearing men's things, stop pretending" Kelly added. We had discussed this before she knew I wasn't truly gay, I was submissive to almost everyone. Although I was terrified when Tim exposed me. I found it exhilarating. Kelly pulled on the ring attached to my collar.i had forgotten I still wore it.

"This is new" Kelly smiled. I blushed.

"Mike gave me jewelry" Kelly bent a little showing me she wore no panties and had a jeweled plug in her ass.

"Get dressed we can get our nails done" Kelly told me

"I should get to work today" I commented.

"Your the boss, assign someone" she said flashing me her ass. I ran after her. We showered together. Washing each other. I got an erection but Kelly ignored it. Kelly picked out a dress for me to wear. She sat me down and adjusted a wig on my head and did my make up. All while she was naked.

"No panties" she said lifting my dress. She did slip breast forms in my bra . "I know what you need" she produced a matching plug, bent over and let her insert it. She drove, I can't drive wear heels. She took my hand and led me into the salon. We had done this before. But I was still nervous. We sat and had a mani/pedi. And gossip with the girls.

"Paula here has the quietest guy, I hear he has a big one too" Kelly giggled. The girls looked at me to confirm. I just turned red and loomed away.

"OH that confirms it" one of the girls laughed. Kelly lifted my dress. The girls laughed historically. After that they decided I need fake nails as long as they could make them along with bright colors and pretty designs. They drew a penis on each big toe nail.

"You know, I am never going to let you go back to being a man. you belong to men now" Kelly told me. Her hand slid under my dress at a stop light. She rubbed my soft penis.

"You don't even get hard for me anymore" she told me. "Any man I choose for you" Kelly told me. She drove me home.

[aliceyabusamesoneball]

MY FRIEND KEEPS SENDIFNG ME THIS DEATH NOTE VIDEO WITJ L THATS LIKE i see your faggot ass walking in those tight pants tryna get a man bitch you is a fucking man

#piper silly thoughts #IT SSO FUCKIGNF YNNY

[sissy-girlie-boi-queen-tiffanie]

I soo totally had this happen to me! Was at park at night asbi just lit up my slut-butt cigarette walking in darkness on dirt pathway as 45sec in the so start of park a guys kinda standing against thick tree as I had a hand on my arm as he pulls me 2 him as I'm so caught off guard as I feet his body against mine as he is pointing to the community trail are 2 bike cops. Electric too he says as ys can't outrun that sweetie. I don't want you to be caught by cops or have them give them excuse for bit all night patrols.

Inhaling deeply as I feel his hard erect cock press hard against my tight fitting pencil skirt. Inhaling deeply off my slut-butt girl cigarette he has hid arm wrapped around middle waist section as he wrapped other arm on torso titties area. Cops OMG! Holy shit wow I just made it into park minute or so. I would be stopped, asked about a topic probably theft in situation?? We whisper each other as I inhaled my I said I must thank you properly I'm not dressed in normal clothes.

I am NOT a hooker but I look like so trashy & attractive at same time! I turned my head as I looked up as I say.. "I say ya got here under 10min maybe 5min ago right? He says to me.. "Nobody has been able to do anythin that's sex related tonight!" "I got inside without detection 1 mins before they drove past then outta a black background ya came walking fast as you light up slutty cigarette & then I pulled you on embraced to show why & where bike cops are!"

"Inhaling my smoke slutty I wiggle my girlie ass as I am grinding up against his cock in his pants. ",,-,,,Ohhn ummm urrrgh ohh yeah I love the feelin' of alpha male as he has taken control of himself in stress situation & he's even helps a total stranger dressed up slutty so the needs of the few outweighs the needs of the many? Something like that girlie he says. You like my ass grinding on your cock? I told ya I will be generously happy to make you that much more happier truth!

I turned around facing him as were both wrapped arms around each of our bodies, he's tall as I'm a shortie little girlie. I know that cock is rock hard, shall I repay you that thanks I received from ya just minutes from a charge or something stupid. So I wonder what you're wanting to do little sexy smoking woman? "Zzzzip went down zipper as I pulled pants down az I got on my knees inhaled deep as I exhaled smoke slowly on his cock opening my mouth taking his dick down my throat.

Bobbing on his cock makes me moan quietly & he puts hands on my head 'oh yeah that's it sweetie you suck cock I'll stand keeping all angles open & no cop charges for anyone! I sucked on his dick like a lollipop for 5mins. He leans forward as I'm in crouch style position looking up at him as he begins mouth kissing me as we make out. Now almost 10mins has passed as he helps me up off knees spit hanging off my chin & dripping down my makeup painted face.

Ok I must say I'd never expected that I will make out with you but cock is left his scent in ya mouth Tiffanie! Precum leaks & it's too detectable as I love it. He likes scent I do have with cum scented aroma. Was free of smoke as I acted faggy to him I say I been seeing red flicker bike lights flicker off in distance now is a relief... for now! I pulled out the slut-butt cigarettes as I put it right between my lips as I lite up smoke.

Standing slutty holding smoke like a true faggot bitch mouth is a wide open warm stockholder that suvks cum out. Slutty sissy bitch you are. I say well tell me what I am going to do honey blow my load into your pretty little girlie sissy mouth! Drop to knees as blow his dick whorishly as he grunts then warm cumloads pump into my mouthpussy! Oh my so strong tasting cumload. Manly! Thanks for the amazing blowjob! He walks away dissapeared into a darkness before midnight.

I am on my knees cumload is seemingly to be all over my face & cum breath I totally love but have. I try to get up off my knees as I hear footsteps coming loudly as voice says "Don't you dare get up off your position I want you to open up cumdumpster mouth as I use it well a sissy bitch like you loves my hands holding it so I can smack it off yor ditzy face. He holds me with 1 hand/arm down bas he uses my mouth like a penis washer pro 3000.

I saw you with that old guy! That what number of guys in total today everyone up to now? What is the number of dicks you had today since 6am this morn ya bubble headed bleached blonde sissy girlie-boi cocksucker! I stop & I say & giggles saying well ahh uuh alurrrp uuggh so face is total is 2 in da park in last 35mins & a dick 2hs making that 3 in total today! This is now the 4th cock Tiffanie's sucked today/tonight.

Slutty sissy bitch ya suck it bitch! Keeping the rythem blowing him 3mins later he's jetting warn strands of alpha cumloads is all over my face & mouth! Clean my cock up with your mouth bitch! I do clean it as he pulls up pants as he taps my top of head says thanks as he slowly dissapears in darknes! Tiffanie is covered with cumloads. I try standing up but can't. I tried to grab the branches off teee beside me as I'm lucky enough to be able to stand up as I looked around.

Get a few steps from the spring fusha windbreaker as I pull out a slut-butt cigarette putting it between my lips I light smoke up inhaled very deep & as I get myself lookin' composed better, I try to wipe cumloads off my clothes & fixy hair as I applied slut red cocksucker lipstick on my lips coating them well. Looked into the compact mirror I look way darn better than than the massive sticky cumloads all over my body & face!

Ok I am good. Pulls out a slut-butt cigarette as sissy Tiffanie lights up her smoke French curled the smoke from mouth to up her nose! Did 360 to look around but nothing. I take windbreaker top & bottom sets to hide them under da leaves. Now fuscha is not seen as it hides underneath bunch of leaves. Tiffanie is happy now. I have lighter & smokes & I lit up joint smoking it looking around nothin is heard it's a quiet night but it's only 12:30am on Saturday midnight gone into a next day type thing.

I am halfway done joint. I am dressed up in a French maid's navy blue & white velvet 3/4 length dress/skirt combo with a head cap & bib is incd with white 1/4 upper titties covered piece with a navy blue thong. I decided to wear black stay-up stocking to go with outfit as I wore a spiral blonde long wig with maids cap atop. Neck chocker with leash & I've got to knee high 2in platform red/black zipper & string closure boots.

Total makeup application is heavily been applied as the whore hooker look is almost complete. Puts cocksucker red lipstick on as I've finished my look. I have finished with joint as I am so high as fuck. I'm so fucking horny I want more guys to come down to the downtown public park tonight still. Perhaps the car parking at the front of park is busy? If not I can walk in sidewalk showing off orally fixated hand gestures to the driver.

I've done it before. So I walk slutty throughout the back half of park to head to middle.then top plus see parking area. Ok I'm smoking slutty with right hand as I'm slowly jerking off with left ad nobody's so not in the area. In middle of park it also is empty as I walk to front of park as I see 1 car parked. I smoke slutty jerking off to a guy in driver seat smoking. I wrap around thier grass area w/trees to cover me as I slowly come to see passenger side as it's a blonde smoking.

Fuck baby blow yor boyfriend or I'll suck cock if she's incapable of it. I see them I can see kissin' softly on his mouth. Fuck come on nobody's around not even cops in cars strolling around. I pulled out a slut-butt cigarette as I light up smoke she's going to blow him as shed almost out of sight. Ya I see blonde hair bobbin up & down & repeat as long as neccessary to a sissy like me means total whore!

I got into better position that's when I was noticing the blonde girlfriend is not a woman it's lookin like a guy in a wig.. Driver's head is reclined back lookin upwards. Blonde hair is mt favorite slutty hair color. I got so close to the car as I smoked slutty like woman does giving blowjobs to randomly alpha males?? I was a horny crossdressser. I walked up to the steamy windows as I'm soo wanting to join them both.

Yeah I'm a hot & sexy slutty cocksucking as whore is new job status. The blonde gets up suddenly with a second to move bit it's too late. Passenger side sees me. As the driver gets out zipping up as hes in shock. The blonde gets out as she says 'So hey WTF? You a cop or a bylaw officer? No I am not but I am here to warn you both that cops on electric motorbikes quiet until it's a problem not solvable.

They are not here for us 3 but looking for people who kinda match our body types. I say that I have lots of drugs free to you both but we must get the car going so we 3 can go to a street 3 blocks away from here but I promise you that the police have not been a problem for anyone in past to now. So baby what is it? Ya think he's a liar? We can trust you? I go Into trenchcoat as I take out my wallet. I toss if on the top hood as he grabs it. Looks at photo ID.

I want you to hold onto that we can still not be seen. Just go do that street turn onto the street there & 1 more street as were home free. Ok but get in back hold my wallet up front with you both till we park 3 s streets over. I can't & won't run away nor hurt you both. You have most important information. Ok get in I hear siren. We get inside as he started it up. Ok slowly just incase pull away go along the street & turn left 2 streets down as we head up a 1 way street.

Park at the triplex building under a big top notch renovation specialist. So ya that was close. I'd turn car off if I'm you. I have 2 big hydroponic weed joints here is one for you 2 to enjoy ok. I have smokes if anyone needs any the joint that's free for listening to me. A cop car goes past on busy street with lights on. See told ya both I'm thinking a party or something that got out of hand yo ope had to come cuz a few people from the so lame party that we had heard them sirens coming we all bailed. I know that I wouldn't be charged but I'm a not exactly dressed properly as we all rushed to get our personal items as we split in all directions.

A fever pitch hit top boiling point I figure as I am not a guy who causes excess problems for me or for you. Look it's true we're here safe. Damn better spot in smoking joint too. So umm here's your wallet back I'm bit sorry for not believing you it's just.. Yeah I get it but now you reap the benefits! I pulled a slut-butt faggot cigarette as I put it between my lips I light up my smoke as o French curled the smoke from mouth up nose.

Wl tthat's fucking sexy as hell! Can you please show us how you did that? Yeah not one bit of a problem there I said. I take off the trenchcoat as I'm in a back seat of older car. I started showing them a French Curl smoking trick. They made numerous tries untill the passenger side person says to ne is this right.....Shows me his go at French Curl. Lets see and yes ya did it very good. Driver has a bit of difficulty with it but they also are a team smok joint together.

I smoke my hydro weed joint as passenger is looking back at me more times than enough. I know that what I'm doing is what they were already so doing what I wanted to do.. Yeah is the cop something bad here? No it is no different than anywhere else it's just what we're you doing thats worse than say others are doing. I'm Todd go by Tiffanie too online with detailed information. You two feel much better with that joint? Um yeah we both do. And you as he looks at me but now might be a bit better to see my outfit. But you said Todd right? Yes I did. But your named Tiffanie? Well yeah I van explain real easy to you both. Ok I wanna know passenger says. You need a smoke? Take one of those as I pass to him & he lites up as I'm just going to say....but driver says I thought it easy for ya to explain it . It is here it goes. When I walked so fast I had to loca double take cuz it reminded me of well me. The guy in passenger side you were quick & fast but not that fast. As you did greet job of acting or following a good story well. But I ask you where's the blonde wavy wig? As you seemed to like blondes alot as I noticed that you were looking at me then him. I know you both are bisexual maybe gay. I'm bisexual as I am wearing this as I pulled onoto my head a long Auburn wavy hair mid back length wig on. I figured that I would be seeing you put your wig back on. Driver sit in middle of back seat. Passenger gut got out you sit here as I'll sit behind driver spot. We sissies Crossdresser's do like sucking cock. Oh my fucking holy hell driver says. But he got out as did I as driver slid in middle I was on left side as passenger now got out as he sat on right side. We all smoking slutty as we touched each other's body's. I lowered my head as I unzipped his pants as I'm putting them down. Ohh my I am a slutty sissy girlie-boi who loves to suck cock! I bobbed up n down as he looks on. The passenger pulls his pants down as he jerked off to my blowjob. I smoke very slutty as I say I'm so sorry for the deception I gave you both but I know what I was seeing. I wanted you both to go wild be real & satisfy your lovers needs. I slip in middle as I'm saying to them both, I don't care if your younger guys than me, I don't care whose cock is bigger it doesn't. But perhaps this can work in favor of you both. I am on car flier on knees as I'm jerking off two different type of sized & thickness between the 2 guys as then I am not arrgh in most comfortable position but can see them both break down my sissy so built up defences. I sucked both of thier cocks. 1 guy was 6.5inch as I see a 7inxh cock..I'm 7inch but now I'm 6.5. You two big boys want to be tagteam up in my sissy ass? Yes fuck the new bitch? Take turns on me?? So what do you think Susan? Yeah Jason letd try it atleast. I'm Tiffanie a smoking slutty sissy fag girlie-boi crossdresser who sucks a ton of cocks as she loves it too. I have more drugs lif ya need some. Tiffanie is your name sweetie he is saying unlike or liked that were you as me unguided, no rules for you on me. I lit up a smoke gives it to Susan as kissed her mouth as I lit a smoke up for as I pass it to Jason kissing him mouth. I lit up a long slut-butt skinny cigarette for me . Susan is groping me, as Jason is groping me tpo

Susan fuck my boi-pussy please. Jason stand infront of me as get spit roasted on both ends. Heavenly bliss for Tiffanie .

[joonggphilia]

I see your faggot ass walking in your tight pants Tryna get a man, bitch, you is a fucking man!

Say a word and I'll have your ass robbed, bitch You a sly bitch Fuck the law, bitch!

#aces-asks #Cultured

[subformuscularalpha]

Your wife's new MAN

"What? You've been dating another man and now he is on his way here? In my house?", — you yell at your wife as he told you about her having an affair with some guy called Jaxx.

At the same moment the doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. On the other side stood the man he was talking about.

You was ready to beat the shit out of that guy who dared to date your wife knowing she war married. But you didn't expect to see a 6'9" tall shirtless hunk standing on your porch.

Jaxx barged in throwing his sweaty tank top at your face. He walked straight to your wife and tongue kissed her. You started yelling and tried to attack him. But with one hand and without really looking at you Jaxx grabbed you at your throat and pushed against the wall.

Jaxx raises his voice: "You can't satisfy your wife. That's why shy came to me. I'm more a MAN that you'll ever be! Actually, you're not even a man, you're pathetic faggot!". Then he continues kissing your wife and massaging her ass with his enormous hands.

You watch that scene unable to do anything. At the same time you are too afraid and have enormous respect against that MAN. Actually, you realise he is right — you are a small wimp, not a real man.

Then Jaxx lifts your wife over his shoulder, looks at you and tells to follow him. You follow him to your bedroom.

"Sit in the corner and don't move! And don't even think about touching your small dicklet!", — he orders you in his deep voice.

Jaxx throws your wife on the bed and pulls down his sport pants with trunks. He reveales his thick 10” long manhood.

“This is the real man’s cock. Big and nice. And unlike you, I get it rock hard. Now, observe how I'm gonna use it to make your wife happy”, — he smiles and lean over your wife to fuck her. He pushes it inside her tight pussy and starts fucking her slowly making show of it. You see how she's enjoying the cock of real man, she starts moaning in satisfaction.

After fucking your wife for 20 minutes Jaxx gets close to cumming.

“You watch fag, how our son is being conceived!”, — Jaxx brulls at you and fills the womb of your wife with his seed. Then he pulls his cock out and turns to you: “Open your mouth! Now!”. You do as you’ve been told and he thrusts his dick into your mouth making you choke on it.

“Breath through your nose! And take it all! Yeah, like that”, — after sucking his cock you lick his sweaty armpits clean. “Good faggot! Now, I’m gonna take your wife to dinner. And you cuck, get my bags from the car and replace your clothes with mine!”.

With your shorts being completely wet from your cum, you get up and go to do the order of your master.

#muscle #tall #bodybuilder #alpha #master #muscular #sexy #slave

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#230

“What cha up to?… Just walking around stretching? Well,` keep on walking. I don’t have much time left to my break, but I’m looking for two holes to fuck…. That got you to stop walking. Well I think you might have other reasons for walking about. Well come over here. I need to see if I want to fuck you….

“You are on the small side. But that’s fine. Those titties look like they like to be played with. Do they? Fuck they roll in my fingers so well. You look like you are in pain. Maybe its because your T-shirt is in the way. Lift up your arms, I’ll get that shirt off of you. Naturally hairless. I like that. I do prefer a little more meat on your bones, but that’s passible.

“Open up your mouth. Don’t suck on my fingers. Let them go wherever I want them too. I’m going to be shoving my cock in there. I expect a soft tongue and no jagged teeth. Put your hands on the grill of my truck. Typical fag, you have on sweatpants and sandals. Easy on and off. Now stick your ass out as far as you can, it’s time for me to inspect that other hole.

“No, no, no. I’ll pull down your pants. I strip the faggots. I take everything off in my own way. I don’t give a shit that we are out in the broad daylight. You are the only one that pulled in here for hours. We can hear if someone approaches. So chill the fuck out and shut up. I’m doing my own thing here. Huh, no underwear. Typical. Lift up your left leg. And then the right. Now that you are buck naked in front of me, let me ask again, ‘What cha up to?’…

“Looking to get fucked is the right answer. Is that looking to get fucked, or looking to get fucked and fucked and fucked all night by more men than me?… Figured you would be you fucking whore. You want your holes dripping with trucker jiz, don’t you?

“Damn, Fag, that’s an impressive ass. Spread your feet apart wide. I need to inspect your cunt. Smooth. Not a hair here. I like that. Your crack is silky. And the cunt,… well, you come prepared. You are prelubed. Faggot. Stop fucking squirming. I only have one finger in. We might as well go in for three. I need to know if you are clean and if you can accommodate three fingers.

“My dick is significantly larger than that, but I need to know that when I do that you aren’t screaming to take it out every five seconds. Not that I would. I just don’t want to hear it. The screaming is fine, hell it turns me on, as loud as you can get it. No the non-stop pleading is annoying as hell.

“Now I think I felt something in there. When did you douche out your cunt? A couple hours ago? Hmm. Don’t move. Keep your hands on the grill and your ass out high. I’ll be right back. I just got to get something in my cab. Stay in place.

“And here it is. Stick that pussy out there. I got my piss bottles, both of them. You are about to get a trucker enema. I have two bottles. You are going to get a flush per bottle regardless of what comes out. Relax your cunt. The mouth of the bottle is at your cunt. Hold still, the bottle full is coming in. I squeeze fast, so you are going to fill up quickly. Ok. You almost have it all. Clamp down. Hold tight.

“Here stand up a little, enough to suck on my tit. Rub your hands on my chest. This is how a man’s chest feels, hairy, and a result of hard working and hard playing. Other tit. Mmmmm. Now I’m going to count down. When I tell you, shit out the liquid as fast and hard as you can. You got that faggot? Three. Two. One. Squirt. Harder. Next bottle. Back in the exact same position. OK. The same thing for round two. Oh man, the second round is easier to empty my two day old piss into you. Clamp down. Good. Now wait until I tell you. Wait. Wait. Now empty yourself! Harder! Faster! Good. Good. Now, let me see.

“No, I don’t see any turds anywhere. Aw fuck! I guess I should have moved your clothes out of the way first. They’re soaked. Sorry about that…. Oh quit complaining. You should have aimed better.

“OK. Let’s get you fucked. Go in the middle of the parking lot. Don’t give me that look. You ain’t coming up in my cab with piss still dribbling out of your cunt. I ain’t having that shit up there. In the middle of the lot, go. Get on all fours…. Um, is your car locked?… It is, so, should anyone drive in, race to my truck and hide on the other side. There’s no one in those trees; they go back miles.

“Go, that’s where I want to fuck you. Now! I love watching you walk. That ass is perfect. My cock will destroy it. On all fours. I don’t have much time, so I’m going to fuck deep and hard. Scream your head off. Fags usually do. And it will really get me off. I go right to the root. Scream you mother fucker. Scream! Fuck yeah.

“Don’t you dare pull off me faggot. I’m in control. My cock needs this cunt of yours. Oh man, faggot, you are going to get a huge load. You want it? I’m going to flood your cunt with my seed. Here we go. Here we go! Take it faggot. Take it. Urg! Urg! Fuck yeah! Fuck! Hold still. Hold very still. My cock ain’t done. Hold still. Oh man, it’s been a long time since I pissed directly into a fag cunt.

“Now as I pull off, don’t fucking move. You not only got a trucker douche, you are getting a trucker shower. That face was made to be pissed on. Well you wanted off my cock, then you get covered in my piss then. Just lay there a moment on the concrete, naked in the middle of the parking lot, covered in piss. You fucking whore.

“So here’s the deal. You said you are here for the rest of the night. I have taken your car keys and your phone, which I powered down. I did that when I took off your sweat pants. While you were walking to the center of the lot, I put your sweats and shirt and shoes in a plastic bag and locked that up. I’m pulling out now leaving you naked soaked in my piss, inside and out. A few miles down the highway there’s a biker bar, where friends of mine hang out. I will give them your shit. They will be back here to for you with your stuff. You will be gang banged repeatedly all throughout the night. I wish I was able to be here. Well, it was fun. Thanks for draining my balls and my bladder. My suggestion is to hang out near the dumpster. Very appropriate.”

[buttsmasher]

Smell of an Alpha

[The fantastic @one-inch-chick submitted the photo that gave me this idea. BTW if you haven’t checked out his art yet, you should do so, he’s extremely talented. Feel free to check out the photo here.]

Warnings/Tags: Face Farting, Gay Farting, Willing Victim, Teasing, Pass out from Farting, Cumming from Farting

You try not to stare as Demarcus runs around the track. But the way his ass moves up and down in those tight pants is just purely erotic. You can’t not stare, and you know you can’t be the only one. No man should have an ass that fat and so hypnotic. You just try to take a peek and next thing you know, you dick is straining in your trainers as you’ve watched him run two laps.

You firmly shut your eyes and put your head in your hands so there’s absolutely no way you can keep staring. You keep willing your boner to go away so you can go back to stretching and start your morning jog, but your mind keeps wandering to Demarcus’s massive ass. You can’t help but imagine having him sit straight down onto your face after running all day in this terrible heat.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You say absentmindedly as you ball your hands into fists. “Come on man, get yourself together.” You gave your cheeks two slaps before jumping up and bouncing from foot to foot. Your eyes are still closed and by some miracle your boner has decided to leave. But when you open your eyes, you freeze.

Demarcus is currently in front of you bent over touching his toes, his ass in perfect view. Your mouth falls open and you can feel drool starting to drip out of your mouth. His ass is just...perfect. There’s no other word for it, and you just want to know what it feels like. Your body takes a step closer to where he’s currently stretching. You have no control over yourself as you move on auto-pilot. 

You watch as your hand reaches out and smacks his sizable ass. Then your hand grasps his right cheek and you shake it. His ass fills your hand completely and you can smell his musky body from where you’re standing. Your eyes go up his back and you come eye to eye with him. He’s giving you a confused look as he looks down at your hand and then back up to you and he gives you the most shit-eating grin.

“You havin’ fun?” He asks knowingly.

“Uh-uh I-I-” You fumble for words as you snatch your hand away. “Wh-why did I do that?” 

“It’s alright bud.” He claps your shoulder. “You’re not the first fag to get overwhelmed by me.” 

“I’m-uhh-” You clear your throat “not a fag?” You don’t know why it comes out as a question but it makes Demarcus laugh. 

“Look man,” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. “I know I have a great ass. I ain’t blind. And what kind of human would I be if I didn’t let a fag get off to my ass every now and then.” He moves a hand of yours so it’s touching his glutes. 

“Uh thanks?” 

“You’re welcome.” His smile is very confusing, a bit cocky but also a bit genuine. You’re not too sure what to make of it. You both stand there quietly as he continues to let you grope his ass. He then slowly moves your hand over his crack.

PFFFFFFF

You stare at him in horror as you realize he just farted on your hand. 

“Well I have to get going.” He looks at an imaginary watch. “See ya around?” You stare at your hand and then back at him then back at your hand.

“Yeah-well maybe?” Your confusion makes him laugh and you watch as he walks away.

“See ya tomorrow fag!” He gives a wave and you wave back even though he’s not even looking at you. 

“Tomorrow? Yeah.” You mumble the words not really registering with you. All you can focus on is your hand. You slowly bring it up to your nose and you take a small whiff. Your eyes go cross as his lingering ass funk fills your nose. You need to get home now!

You rush back to your car to head home, totally forgetting to even do your workout. The only thing you can focus on is how his ass felt as you squeezed and how amazing that fart smelt on your hand. You can’t even wait to get home and end up having to stop on the side of the highway to rub one out. You end up cumming in your boxers and by the time you get home it’s all gross and dried.

You plant your face against your steering wheel to catch your breath. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” You sigh.

*****The Next Day*****

You’re embarrassed to say that you came back the next day just to see Demarcus in action again. Not even pretending to do a workout today, you try to hide in an inconspicuous spot where you don’t think he’ll be able to notice you. You even bring binoculars with you. 

Shit, maybe he’s right. Maybe you are a fag.

You’re looking through them, trying to find any sign of him when finally you see him exit the locker rooms and head out to the track. This time he’s wearing a tighter pair of shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. 

You take a big gulp, trying your best not to let your mind get overwhelmed with even more inappropriate thoughts. You can’t lie though, you came about 5-7 times last night from different scenarios you would beg Demarcus to try. But right now, this is probably the best you’ll get.

You spy as Demarcus stretches on the side of the track. Again his ass is in perfect view and your dick is quickly tightening your pants. He lifts his leg up to his butt and holds it for a moment and then does the other before he finally starts jogging around the track. You notice he seems to be going slower than yesterday and in his second lap you can see himself fanning his face like he smelled something bad. 

Your mind immediately goes back to one of your mastubatory dreams from last night where he loads you up with his manly gas. The thoughts make your dick thoroughly strain against your boxers and you try your best to think of anything else. 

Demarcus stops in front of you, maybe 20 feet away from your hiding spot. He puts his hands on his knees and takes a couple of deep breaths.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

From your vantage point, you can hear him releasing terrible torrents of gas. “Fuck.” He says pretty loudly as he rubs his stomach. “What did they put in that protein shake?” Demarcus stretches to the left and then to his right and makes eye contact with you. You see his pained face turn into a mischievous smile. 

“Well hey there fag face!” He says standing upright. You give a short wave back as he walks towards you. “Were you here hiding from me?” 

“Nooo.” You say unconvincingly. “I just like-uh-being one with nature.” 

“Sure you do.” You see his right eye twitch.

PFFFFFFFFFFFF

“I’m telling ya man, I’ve got the worst gas today.” He pats his stomach a couple times.

“Yeah I can, uhh, hear that.” 

“If only there was a fag ‘round here, that would graciously sniff these butt blasts so I don’t have to smell them.” You gulp, he couldn’t possibly mean you could he. “Do you know one?” You shake your head no. “You sure?” You nod. “Well if you find one, tell him I’ll be in the locker rooms.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.” You whisper-yell as Demarcus jogs back towards the direction of the locker rooms. You argue with yourself whether or not you’re going to go. “I have to go.” You stand upright. “I have to.” You quickly jog after Demarcus.

When you get to the locker room, you see Demarcus bending over the bench and letting out soft groans.

PFFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFF PFFFFFFFFFF

He’s still letting out farts and you can’t stop yourself from walking up behind him and getting on your knees. Demarcus notices you and makes a show of shaking his ass. “Couldn’t stay away couldya?” You sheepishly shake your head no and you take a loud inhale of his musky ass. “It’s alright, all you fags need to learn at some point.” He moves his hand behind your head and holds you firmly against him. “You can’t resist an alpha.”

PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

You’re subjected to the pure manly stank of him. It’s raw and terrible and it makes your eyes water. He strongly smells of rotten eggs and you have to ask yourself how you got yourself in this situation. You don’t fight him though, you just stay there taking deep whiffs of his ass funk. 

“There you go, breathe me in.” Your mouth slightly falls open. “Let my ass control your thoughts.” His voice is so calm and addicting, you fall into a trance. “Deep breath.” You take a large inhale.

PFBRBRBBFFFFTTTT PFFF

He times the farts perfectly making sure you get a lungful of his toxic fumes. “Yeah, like that. Breathe me in fag.” You take another large breath not wasting any of the rotten garbage he’s releasing from his ass. 

He lets go of the back of your head. “Lay down for me fag.” 

“Yes sir.” You obey laying down on the rough concrete floor.

“Good fag.” He squats down over your face, his ass not quite touching you.

PFFFFFFFBRBRB PFFFFFFF PFFFF PBFBFBF PFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFF

“Aww fuck.” He sighs in relief and you push your head against his clothed ass again. “You like how that smells?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Yes Alpha.” He corrects.

“Yes alpha.” 

“What’s it smell like?”

PRFFFBFFFTTT PFFFFFFTTTT

“Old eggs. Rott-rotten sewage?” You struggle to put a coherent thought together, your fag brain blissed out. 

“Do you want more?”

“Please alpha, give me more.” You beg and you hear him chuckle. 

“Anything for you faggot.” You watch as he pulls his shorts down so you’re staring at his bare ass. He finally puts his full weight on you by sitting down straight onto your face.

PFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFTTT

“That’s just for you fag. So make sure you get it all in your fag lungs.” 

“It smells so good, alpha.” Your brain is empty with the only thought to serve him. 

“You fags are so easy. One whiff of a man, and here you are. Begging me for my nasty farts. You’re as bad as a pig. You know that right? You’re a pig, fag.”

PFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFFFTTT

You know he’s right. You should be disgusted, but seriously you’re so fucking hard you’re scared that you’re about to unload in another pair of your boxers. Your eyes are rolled back in pleasure as you inhale everything he gives you.

“I bet I could make you cum from this.” He waggles his hips, making sure you’re bounced between both of his cheeks. “Think you could cum from me farts piggy?” You fevisherly nod your head yes, and he laughs. “Fucking pathetic.” He gets out between laughs. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

And there it is. You’re seeing stars as you start shooting your load in your boxers.

PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFTT

His ass doesn’t let up as your back arches from the amount of cum you’re shooting. It’s probably one of the best orgasms that has rocked your body.

PFFFFFBRBRBFFF PBBBFFFFFFFFFFFF

Fart after fart gets let loose to the point that you go from seeing stars to everything going black from lack of fresh air.

“Alpha.” You struggle.

“Nighty night piggy.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT

Everything goes black as your head falls lax onto the concrete floor. The worst smelling fart knocks out any remaining fresh air that you had left. Demarcus gets up leaving you on the floor to marinate in his stink. When you do finally wake up, you find his scent still lingering all over you and your shorts are sticky from dried cum.

You can’t help it that your hand snakes its way down to your dick and you start jacking off to the lingering scent of the alpha. It’s natural for a piggy to love the stink, especially a piggy fag like you.

[faghubby]

punished

Vicky, my wife of ten years and mother of my two children. opened the door to see me bent over the dining room table as a large black man drove his long thick cock in my ass.

"What is going on here!" She yelled. I tried to get up. But Marcus just pushed me back down into the table and pounded away on my little faggot ass.

"Be done with the cunt in a minute" he told Vicky. Vicky was stunned just stood there watching.

"Vic" I said only to be smacked hand across the ass

"Shut the fuck up bitch" Marcus told me. I didn't dare say another word. Marcus stiffened and grunted as he shoved the full length of his cock in my ass. Pumping his load deep. He pulled out and pulled up his pants.

"All yours" he told Vicky as he let himself out. I stood up my legs tied to the table legs. I was wearing a red bra and stockings. Along with three inch heels. I tried to bend to untie my legs but fell on the floor.

"What the fuck?!" Vicky screamed. "You fucking gay bitch" she looked around evennmore confused by the scene. There was a paddle and two leather belts, along with a bottle of lube and bandage gear. That with me naked on the floor, trying to untie my legs as I babbled about it being a one time thing.

"Shut up" she said disgusted half laughing. She kicked my hand lightly. "Stop that and get up" she ordered me. I tried to stand finally pulling myself up.

"You let men fuck you? spank you?" She held a belt. "Not even sure" she started holding a big 2 inch diameter butt plug. It was still covered in lube. She pushed me down back over the table. She pushed the toy against my ass that was now leaking Marcus cum. My ass sucked it right in.

"Wow" she commented. As I ler out a little wimper. She then walked around the table.

"Don't you dare move" she warned me.

"Vicky I can" I started

"Shut up" she screamed she grabbed a set of leather cuffs and hooked my wrist to one of the legs. Then used another set to hook the other. I could lift myself some but not much. She found the matching panties to the bra I was wearing.

"Open up" she told me and shoved them in my mouth. I don't even think she realized how much she was turning me on. She turned off the light and left. I heard the door close and the car leave. Was she leaving me here for good. Hoping someone else found me. I struggled to get free. But it was a very sturdy table. I was stuck. I cried myself to sleep. What had I done.

It was hours before I head the garage door opening. It woke me up in the silence. Vicky came in obviously had been drinking. I had spit the panties out of my mouth hours ago.

"Still waiting for me cunt" she laughed. I so needed to pee.

"Please Vicky I need to pee" I pleaded. She laughed and looked down at my cock.

"What is this?" She asked grabbing the metal cage and yanking. I screamed.

"Marcus doesn't like to see me get an erection" I wimpered. "So this stops you from getting hard!" She laughed. She let it smack into the table making me groan again. I was about to burst.

"Where the key?" She asked.

"On my dresser" she unhooked one hand then left. I quickly undid my other hand but Marcus nots on the robe on my legs was tight. I struggled getting only one unlocked before I actually peed on the floor.

"You are disgusting" Vicky told me as she returned. "I want this all cleaned up now" she screamed then returned to the bedroom. It was late but I did as she had said and cleaned everything. Scrubbing the floor with disinfectant. I took a shower and removed the plug my ass gapped open after wearing the plug for hours. Only then did I try and go into the bedroom it was locked. I didn't even knock just went and crashed in the guest room. I slept naked not having any clothes but the bra and panties.

I was up before Vicky, actually she didn't emerge from our bedroom till noon. She loomed horribly hung over. I had done some laundry so at least was able to get dressed.

"Can I get you something" I asked. She glared at me then said. There is a mess in the bedroom" I got up and found she had thrown up in the trash can. Looks like most missed. She had also got it on the bed. I cleaned up the floor, took the trash can outside. Then stripped the bed. I had scrubbed the floor and remade the bed by the time. Vicky came back in, only a towel wrapped around her. She had a bruise on her shoulder.

"Are you okay did you fall?" I asked. She glanced at her shoulder. Then smiled.

"No he just liked to bite" she told me getting into bed naked. I noticed another mark on her thigh.

"Bite?" I asked

"Yes, big guy was kinda forceful. A biter, I guess everyone has a kink don't they?" She said glaring at me. I just let her go back to sleep. When I went to check on her a few hours later the door was locked again. I desperately wanted to ask her for the key to my chastity cage but didn't think it was the time.

I let her be, she had cheated on me I guess I deserved that. But what did this mean for us. She emerged from the room again about dinner time. I had made pasta. She devoured a bowl. And then went back to bed with two bottles of water. I heard her lock the door. She didn't emerge until the next morning and then rushed out the door for work with barely a word. No option I wore the chastity cage to work.

When I got home Vicky was home, she normally was home before me so this was normal. I found a garage bag by the door and without thought I threw it away. I found Vicky in the bathroom folding laundry.

"Vicky can I have the key to the chastity cage" I asked just wanting it off I had never worn it this long.

"Why? You don't need it anymore" Vicky said confused.

"What?" I stuttered

"Well your lover obviously doesn't use it for anything, and I certainly an not going to be using it again. So why?" Vicky asked again looking at me. "I may have use of that tounge from time to time but that's it" Vicky added.

"Vick!" I wimpered.

"What you can't expect me to see you as a man after the other night can you?" She asked. "Come here" she patted the bed.

I sat next to her.

"I got rid of all your boy undies too, I mean you like wearing girlie things right?" She said her hand cupping my face.

"I slept with Greg" she confessed. Greg was my best friend he would never.

"Greg wouldn't" I started.

"When I showed him the pics of you getting fucked by your boyfriend he understood why I needed a man. I didn't know he liked to bite though" Vicky explained. "Here put these away" she handed me a pile of bras and panties. I headed towards her dresser.

"Silly those are yours" Vicky told me. I looked down and realized she was serious and placed them in my empty underwear drawer.

"I would like to meet your lover, what is his name?" Vicky continued

"Marcus" I said softly

"He has a big cock, is he gay. I mean does he fuck woman as well?' Vicky asked.

"I don't think so" I told her. In kind of a trance. Was this all happening?

she took my phone and called Marcus.

"Hello whore" he answered the phone with.

"This is the whore's wife Vicky "she told him.

"You want me to stop fucking the slut?" He asked with a chuckle.

"No, not at all. He seemed to enjoy it "she told him. "I think he like it if you fucked him even more" I listened as the two of them started to make decisions and a schedule of my life. I tried twice to interrupt but was silenced before I could speak.

Vicky gave up any marital rights, giving them over to Marcus. She promised to make me more femine for him as well. I found myself meeting Marcus two to three times a week. Vicky had hired a contractor to build a bedroom and bathroom in the basement. It even had its own entrance. As soon as it was done I moved into it. She had designed the room with hidden anchor points, the room was also done in pink and light blue colors. And the closet full of woman's clothes in my size. Marcus could come and go privately. Vicky didn't hide that I was a sissy fag. And openly slept with other men.

Marcus even started taking me put as his little sissy bitch in public. Even making me service some of his friends. We have been married for 15 more years. Where I don't think I have seen Vicky naked in all that time. We have both gone thru several lovers.

[mourntheantagonist]

Have it Your Way

HWOL Day 2 Prompt: Overstimulation

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.2k

warnings for referenced underage sex with adults and homophobic language

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Billy was always seeking out just a fast and easy release. A quick fuck in an alley outside or blowjobs in the bathroom stalls with whatever guy was eyeing him at the other side of the bar. Usually just two closet cases out for the night to earn the sweet release they were desperate for before they performed the same walk of shame back to their shitty lives in their heteronormative world, hitting on girls and becoming overcompensating womanizers.

At least that was the case for Billy Hargrove. Forgoing feelings and foreplay for the feeling of a cock in his ass as he’s fucked senselessly into a brick wall next to trash filled dumpsters, but only smelling the rich scent of cheap cologne and sweat. A much preferred alternative to the delicate fragrances and cleanliness he was supposed to enjoy. The perfume that always made the dissociation and imagination wear off when he was fucking girls at parties in the host’s parents bedroom, making sure partygoers heard the moans and groans to keep up appearances. Have a reputation like Billy’s and nobody would ever question his early departures. Nobody ever knew what he did for the after party.

California was easy. Getting his hands on a guy who just wanted to fuck was as simple as walking three miles to whatever run down gaybar that would let the pretty underaged boy in through the doors with just the flash of his devilish smile. He never walked home empty handed, just the signature limp of someone who took it a little too rough that night. Men twice his age were always buying him drinks and flirting with him at the bar, he could have anyone he damn well pleased. It was easy, simple, and honestly super fucking convenient. Free booze followed by a no strings attached hook-up with his pick of the litter. No names were exchanged, rarely even words at all. Just telling movements of the eyes and sounds of heavy breathing and moaning that echoed alongside others who found their way into the men’s room. Two, or even three pairs of feet seen underneath the gap of each stall. Panting and releasing expletives as the doors rattled from bodys that were slammed against locked doors.

California was easy.

Indiana was not.

Especially not Hawkins of all places. One bar in the entire town that was most certainly not his kind of bar. No clubs no anything. Release wasn’t three miles away anymore, it was a hundred miles away. But that was Neil’s plan all along wasn’t it? Drag his no good queer son across the country to the most conservative town he could find on the map, where if there even were gay people around they were so far deep into the closet they couldn’t even see daylight.

But there had to be somebody right? There had to be someone. Else Billy might completely explode. Already beginning his reputation building by fucking the first girl who showed interest in the backseat of the Camaro in the school parking lot. With no quickie in a back alley to follow it up, he was left keyed up and desperate and his hand and a mag could only do so much before he completely lost his mind.

Especially when people like Steve fucking Harrington existed. Back in California he never let himself look at another classmate like that. They were off limits. He had the means he needed there and didn’t need to steal looks in the showers or get a little too handsy during gym. But that’s all he’s got. All he had was the glorious feeling of his dick rubbing up against Steve’s ass in tight green shorts as he boxed him out, and the stolen glances of his soft dick as water cascaded down his body and dripped from the tip. Manifesting his entire will to keep his dick down and tamed while he burned the whole sight into his long term memory. Saving it for his sock later.

Billy was correct to assume Hawkins, Indiana wasn’t like California. It was quiet and quaint, but he was wrong to assume he’d entered the land of purity. Small town folks were just as freaky as the people living it up in the city, they were just more quiet about it. Playing the long game to pick up on certain traits and actions before making a move because house parties weren’t gay bars where everyone was already on the same page. It was a game of needle in a haystack. And Billy guesses he finally put out enough clues to be found.

By Steve fucking Harrington of all people.

What Billy didn’t yet realize when he was cornered into an empty bedroom at some random junior house party was that Steve may have found his needle in a haystack, but Billy, he had struck gold.

The door was slammed closed by the force of Billy’s weight as Steve gripped the collar of his shirt and pushed him back against it. Lips slamming into his with bruise inducing force that had Billy almost sinking to the floor. Breath caught in his throat and his only reaction was to pull Steve’s body in closer by the tug of his belt loops so he could feel the dick he so perfectly memorized pressed up against his own through multiple layers of clothing. His jeans were already growing tighter and it hadn’t even been a minute.

How was he already this damn hard?

And now Steve had felt it and it was his own damn fault that he did.

“Already huh?”

Instead of trying to hide it, he just pulls his hips even closer and jerks his pelvis forward against Steve’s. Snaking a hand around to grab at Steve’s ass through his jeans, imagining he was wearing those same little green shorts he wore during P.E.

“Are we gonna do this or not?” Billy asked, in a deep and husky voice, noses nearly touching, eyes half lidded.

“Oh we’re doing this, but we’re doing this my way.”

His way? Well count Billy as intrigued.

“I’m versatile if that’s what you want to know.”

Steve huffed out a laugh and twisted a finger into Billy’s curls.

“Oh I already know you can take, I wasn’t worried about that.” Billy eyed him, wondering exactly what vibe he gave off to make that something he was so sure of. Instead of questioning it for long, he let his hand snake back around to the front of Steve’s jeans and tug down at his belt buckle, leading Steve to grip him by the wrist and pull his hand away.

“Not so fast. My way.”

“Well fuck pretty boy, get on with it then.”

He expects Steve to pull him back away from the door, secure the lock, and toss him onto the strangers bed. All mean and rough just like what he was used to. Completely have his way with him, take his ability to walk and leave him there naked on the bed as he recovered. And he would be completely happy with that. Elated even. Just another hook-up like all the others.

What he doesn’t expect is for Steve to start kissing him again. A hand cradling his jaw as he slowly moves his lips against his, a striking change from his little introduction. This one was soft and gentle and completely unlike any kiss he’s ever had before. The closest comparisons that came to mind were the ones with girls and those were different in the fact that this one in particular was actually enjoyable. And he allowed himself to enjoy it. Allowed himself to take part in something he never had the chance to receive. A solid lead up, the full exposition and rising action instead of skipping straight to the climax. It was weird and foreign but not totally unpleasant.

He could honestly do this for hours if he wasn’t so painfully hard and so desperately impatient. Each effort made to pull away or snake a hand down Steve’s pants or even just touch himself was met with a quick slap on the wrist, until Steve finally got tired of that and pinned Billy’s hands above his head, thumbs digging into his wrists. Immobilizing him. Continuing working away at him with only the use of his lips. Tongue moving like it was on some kind of exploration. Mapping the geography that was Billy’s mouth.

Finally, after what seems like a goddamn eternity, Steve’s lips separate from his. Now they can get to the good stuff. The real reason they were here.

Except he goes back in, this time passing up his lips to instead begin sucking on his neck. Billy’s starting to get sick of these surprises.

Hickies. Something else he’s never received. Never had someone’s lips find their way to the most sensitive part of the area and suck harshly enough to leave a bruise. He couldn’t let that happen anyway. Couldn’t leave any physical evidence behind that Neil could grasp onto. But this situation was different. Neil might even see the hickey and be proud because Hawkins Indiana didn’t have any faggots like him. Must have been a girl right? But it wasn’t like anyone had really even tried to do that back in California. The guys he hooked up with didn’t do any of this. It was different but not necessarily a bad kind of different. Nobody had ever so much as kissed his neck, most certainly never taken skin between teeth and bit down. Not like Steve just fucking did.

Billy physically convulses and stifles a moan with the bite of his own lower lip. Feels as the sensation travels from where Steve’s teeth came in contact all the way down his spine making him almost whimper before Steve finally competes dragging his teeth and has let go.

“You like that huh?” Steve whispers into the crook of his neck. Breath hot against the dampness that coated his neck from the combination of Steve’s saliva and his own sweat. He’s almost positive that he’s leaking precome into his jeans right now because no interaction he’s ever had has lasted this long. He’s never kept his pants up for such a length of time and it’s starting to become too much. Not sure how much of that is Steve’s credit, and how much is the credit of months of jerking off in the shower and forcing his way through another just-for-show encounter with the latest girl who hit on him. It was all building up inside of him, waiting for this moment and Steve really had the audacity to withhold that from him.

“God would you just fucking screw me already?”

Steve just moves back into Billy lips. Chins touching but not kissing him. Speaking the words into his open mouth.

“If you’re not enjoying yourself I can leave.”

No. Anything but that.

“Fine. We’ll do things your fucking way.”

“I’m glad we’re finally on the same page.”

Billy still didn’t fully understand what “his way” entailed, but he figured out soon enough that it had something to do with going slow. Agonizingly slow to the point his dick was absolutely throbbing and he found himself fighting against Steve’s continued hold on his wrists because he just needed to touch. Failing against Steve’s strength and moving on to plan B which entailed extending his hips forward against his thighs, rubbing up and down against the muscle under the denim.

“You’re really fucking impatient, you know that?” Steve says in response and it just occurs to Billy that none of this is affecting Steve the way it is him. He can feel he’s hard in his jeans as well yet he’s not on the brink of collapse like Billy.

But finally Steve does something that at the very least scratches an itch. Releases his hold on one of his wrists and with his own hand palms Billy’s crotch through his jeans. He doesn’t rub or gently squeeze, just lets the palm rest there and ever so slightly push against it and Billy is left to do the remainder of the work. Moving his crotch against Steve’s hand with a heavy release of a sigh. It only does what he needs for just a few short seconds before it starts to get uncomfortable again. He needs Steve to move his hand, do something other than just let it sit there completely still. And now there’s no holding back the whimpering and he’s about ready to resort to desperate pleas.

Steve’s hand leaves where it was cupping his excruciating hard dick and Billy’s learned by this point not to get his hopes up for anything. The hand moves upward and presses against where he stopped buttoning his shirt leaving his chest halfway exposed, finally some fucking skin to skin contact. Billy takes the opportunity with his free hand to finally grab at himself, and he’s more than thankful when Steve doesn’t pin it back up against the door. Instead Steve uses his own free hand to travel up the length of his chest until it finds the spot he was searching for. The spot that would send Billy absolutely reeling. Gently, the tip of one of his fingers brushes over an erect nipple and just the brush of contact makes Billy shiver. Responding to the reaction Billy produces by taking the nub in between his two fingers and pinching them together. Suddenly receptors are firing off like fireworks and his dick is twitching and he’s this close to coming in his pants from the combination of Steve’s excruciating idea of foreplay and the friction against his own hand.

“Shit Harrington I’m fucking close.” He breathes out. Chest heaving as Steve only tightens his grip. Smiles at him, no, smirks at him with raised eyebrows and he ever so slowly lowers himself with the bend of his knees. Then doing the fucking unthinkable. With his right hand he continues rubbing and pinching Billy’s left nipple, while Steve takes the right into his fucking mouth. Dragging and flicking his tongue against the tip before catching it in between his teeth, suddenly an area far more sensitive than his neck. He’s nearly done for. It was a lot.

He thought his problem was that he hadn’t been getting enough.

The problem was he was getting too much.

“Fuck, Steve!”

Billy was never a talker during sex, but right now it was getting harder and harder to keep his mouth shut.

“I’m gonna— fuck, shit Harrington!”

A tight squeeze to his left nipple paired with a wet suction to his right and the frantic humping of his own hand has him finally reaching his limit. Spilling his load into his own underwear coupled with the humiliating noise that escapes his body like a ghost.

That was typically where the night ended. He was rarely ever the first to come and even when he did, the other guy followed shortly after. But Steve wasn’t even close. Erection still very prevalent in the outline of his jeans. Billy had no idea what tricks Steve had beneath his sleeve.

Despite Billy literally creaming his pants, Steve doesn’t stop playing with his nipples, only finally releasing his hold on Billy’s other wrist that had been pinned above his head for practically the entire duration. Steve is so into what he’s currently doing like he derives pleasure from making others feel good. Which is extraordinarily hot, and Billy quickly starts to feel the same cock that was fucking throbbing just moments ago begin to chub up again.

So this was his fucking plan.

He seems very pleased with himself when he’s had enough with the nipple play and rises back up to his regular height to kiss Billy again. Deeply this time, inhaling his smell and taste and relishing in it.

“Now let’s have some real fun.” He says once their lips come to part from each other. By now Billy just accepts that Steve is the one in charge and follows his lead without pushback. Letting Steve guide his hands to his belt, finally giving him the permission to do what he’s been fucking aching to do since he stepped, or more accurately was dragged, through the bedroom door. Chaotically undoing his belt and yanking down Steve’s jeans and boxers simultaneously while Steve pulled his own tee over his head. His dick bobbing free, catching a glimpse of it hard for the first time. So much bigger than he’d remembered. And it’s hard for him.

He starts working at his own belt while Steve undoes the two fastened buttons of his shirt, despite being able to just as easily pull it over his head. Billy drops his pants to the floor, his dick is coated in his own come from his previous orgasm and he’s already more than half hard, earning a grin out of Steve when he looks down to see it.

“Bed.” Steve says, gesturing toward the California King. How fucking fitting.

Billy takes his naked body and lies out onto the bed, letting himself get comfortable. Head resting on a surprisingly soft pillow. Steve checks the lock on the door and reaches down into his jeans to pull out a small bottle.

“You just carry lube around with you to parties?” Steve laughs as he makes his way over to the bed. Crawling on top to where he’s situated in between Billy’s spread out legs.

“Never know when you might need it.”

“Yeah. Well I usually take my dicking rough.”

Steve wrapped a hand around each of Billy’s shins and moved his feet up the bed so that his knees were bent and his hole was exposed.

“Well rough isn’t really my style.”

“Yeah, I fucking noticed.”

Billy propped himself up on his shoulders as he watched Steve. Waiting for the click sound of the lube bottle opening, not expecting to see Steve’s face midway through a movement angling down. Hands bracing themselves against his bare hips, fingernails gripping and digging into the skin leaving crescent shaped indentations as Steve’s lips begin to suck on his inner thigh. His hair falling forward and brushing over his dick that was already getting harder by the second without Steve’s head between his legs.

How the fuck did Billy not know about all these sensitive areas of his? Secondly, how the fuck did Steve know about them?

His legs are fucking wobbling and he can’t contain the movement at all. He’s already gripping the sheets and Steve hasn’t even put a finger inside of him.

Something about the whole thing felt odd, and he was struggling to put his finger on it until he let his head fall back against the soft pillow.

This was the first time he’s ever taken a man to bed. He’s fucked and been fucked by countless nameless and sometimes faceless men, yet he’s never done it in the comfort of a private area, let alone a comfortable bed. The ideal place for such an activity.

However, Billy doesn’t get to think too long and hard about that before cold hands quickly spread his cheeks and the tongue that was just leaving bruises on his thighs is suddenly licking over his hole.

He tenses due to surprise and has to actually bite the pillow to stop himself from loudly moaning when the underside of Steve’s tongue trails back down. His tongue soon darting inwards and swirling around inside of him making him gasp.

Billy thought experience was something he had, easily.

Turns out there were a lot of things that he hadn’t felt before.

And Steve Harrington decided to just check off the whole goddamn list in one go.

He was completely hard by now and beginning to leak pre once again. The head of cock red, and throbbing in his ears.

Steve’s tongue feels good. Really fucking good but he is absolutely desperate to have his back fucking broken by the dick that’s been permanently ingrained in his head for weeks now. He’s fit to scream at any moment.

The glorious sound of a cap clicking open is what pulls him off of the edge of absolute insanity. Two fingers adorning a cool gel find his hole and slowly one of the fingers slips in with a comfortable ease.

As previously mentioned, this wasn’t Billy’s first time around the block. And apparently not Steve’s either, which Billy expected to have some follow up questions once everything was all said and done.

Steve’s single finger was quickly followed by the institution of a second. His index and middle surging knuckles deep inside of him and beginning to scissor open and closed, spreading the walls apart and opening him up for more. Opening him up for Steve.

Soon the second finger turns into a third. And while everything is progressing along much quicker than it was while he was pressed up against that door, it’s still way too slow for Billy. He’s refraining from wrapping his hand around his own dick just out of sheer curiosity to see what Steve wants to do. Fights the extremely tempting urge, instead propping himself back up on his shoulders so that his hands were occupied elsewhere.

Billy’s not sure whether he regrets the decision to look at Steve or not. Because as Steve spreads his fingers within him, he looks fucking ethereal. Hair strands falling perfectly into his face, mouth hanging open with his tongue slightly hanging out past his lips. A look of sheer focus. Beads of sweat constellating his forehead alongside the constellation of moles that decorate his entire body. He’s going to lose it again if Steve doesn’t fucking get on with it already.

It’s actually beginning to hurt with how much desire he has coursing through his veins and pooling into the head of his cock.

Too much. It’s too much.

Steve can see the look on his face, the aggressive scrunching of his face as he waits for Steve to finally destroy him with what he’s aching for. What has been haunting his every dream and moment alone in the shower.

The rising action was nearing its end, it was time for the climax of this story to begin.

Steve removed his fingers from Billy and ripped open a new condom with his teeth. Rolling it onto his own dick that is finally looking to be at the same point Billy’s is. Absolutely rock hard.

He presses the tip of his dick firmly against Billy’s hole and it’s as if time stops just before Steve makes his slow and steady entrance, and Billy’s breath hitches.

Steve’s own eyes fall shut as he begins pumping in and out slowly trying to find his rhythm, while one hand situates itself onto Billy’s thigh, while the other that’s already coated in lube wraps around Billy’s shaft and begins pumping his hand at an identical rhythm. Pacing perfectly matched with Billy’s own breathing. Chest heaving up and down with every pump of Steve’s hand around his dick and every slam into his prostate.

“I’m close Steve. Fuck! I’m close.” Billy grunts out. Steve just picks up the pace. The first time he’s done that all damn night. Rhythm becoming erratic with Steve’s own breathing following suit. Panting heavy exhales that hit Billy’s stomach with their heat making him shiver and shake.

The muffled music and chatter that’s occurring on the other side of the wall behind him completely goes silent in his head and all he can hear is Steve. His breathing and groaning as he gets closer and closer to his own climax and Billy begins to view it as a competition on who can last the longest.

But it’s already clear who would win that battle, isn’t it?

Surely enough, Billy lasts about another measly forty-five seconds before he’s coming into Steve’s hands and dripping out over his stomach.

But like most of his hookups before, it isn't long before Steve is bottoming out and filling up the condom within Billy. Letting out his own hefty moan upon release. Letting his head toss backwards and his hair flip back out of his face and he could honestly get hard again if he wasn’t literally trying with all of his might to do anything else.

Steve eventually toppled over and fell onto the bed, lying on his back right beside Billy as they both looked up at the same ceiling fan and came down together.

“That was fucking something.” Billy said, finally catching onto his breath and reentering reality.

“Yeah, that was fun. I’m looking forward to next time.”

“Next time?” Billy turned his head so that he was looking at Steve.

“Yeah. You owe me an orgasm.”

Billy looked at him incredulously.

“You didn’t cum?”

“No, I did. But I didn’t cum twice.”

Billy playfully pushed his shoulder with three fingers. “That’s your own damn fault, you know that.”

“Are you turning the offer down?”

Billy smiles, takes advantage of the fact that he can kiss Steve and he does, rolling over on top of him and planting a short and wet one right onto his lips.

“No.”

Billy watches Steve walk out of that room approximately ten minutes later, leaving him naked and alone on the bed just like he expected, except this time, there’s hope for more.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #fanfic #harringroveweekoflove #harringrove week of love #weekofloveifao

[aliceyabusamesoneball]

sirius to ashe i see your faggot ass walking in those tight pants tryna get a man bitch you is a fucking man

#piper silly thoughts

[cosmic-lavender]

Stability Chapter 4

Otis driftwood x Reader

(I do not own these gifs)

Authors note:~ Quick reminder please be aware of any triggers that may make you uncomfortable when proceeding with the story, which is not limited to hateful terminology (I tried to be as accurate as possible with the dialogue in the movie), mentions of non-con, sexual situations, and violence.~

Saying Baby and Otis enjoyed having hostages would be an understatement, the stress of everything that happened in the last 24 hours took a toll on them, and these poor folks were just the people to help take out some of that stress. “Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these” Baby sang and danced around the motel room to the forced audience, while her brother sat in the chair across from the group pointing a gun at them. Roy tried to avert his eyes from Baby’s dancing and cower with his wife, but it was slightly difficult with her pushing her tits right in his face.

Otis took this opportunity to further provoke the man. “Hoss, are you staring at my sister thinking bad thoughts?” he asked him, pointing the gun at the four of them. “No,” he replied with a shake in his voice. " Well, why not? are you a faggot?” Otis asked him looking at him slightly sideways "No” said Roy, "Well, what are ya then? I mean you got this hot, piece of ass shaking her shit right in front of you and you're not getting any ideas. What do you call that?" "I'm a married man,” he replied. "Wow!” Baby yelled, waving her hands in the air, “a married man!" "Well, shit” Otis exclaimed “I'm married too! look at us, that's just great! Let's give him a big round of applause, folks for the married man! come on! Oh, man ain't married life just great? You should see my wife Hoss she's got the best part of tits on her whew shit".

Otis looked down at the gun in his hand after that last comment, the hand that had the matching scar that you had on your left hand. He slowly used his thumb to caress the lifted scar tissue. Fuck he missed you, no he ached for you. He trusted you and knew that you could take care of yourself, but the idea that he didn't know where you were and when he was going to find you.. that didn't sit well with him. God, he missed the smell of your hair when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. His large hands gripping your locks as he pressed y/h/c into his nose. The little laughs you would do when he startled you and grabbed you from behind. He took those moments for granted, he knows that now and he regrets it. He thought back to the last night you spent together before you all had to flee. You had helped picked that nights victim earlier that day, you had been at work when a group of young men had entered the gas station, they looked like a group of tourists just passing through,

“Hey waitress why don’t you make yourself useful and go see what’s taking my fucking chicken?” one of them snapped at you while picking up random items and putting them down. “ I’m not your waitress but I can go see what’s taking so long for you,” you replied through gritted teeth, “ thanks sweet cheeks,” he said as he slapped your ass when you walked by. Well needless to say Otis was not happy when he heard that occurred, you had taken down the license plate before they took off and gave it to him as soon as you got in the truck. After heading home and grabbing Rufus, the boys searched the nearest motel for the make and plates of the car. When they found them they kidnapped them and dragged them back to the house. It was a bloodbath, you and the rest of the family took no mercy on the boys, tearing them apart all night.

Eventually, it ended up just being you two in the basement, Baby had long gone upstairs to play dress-up with one of the boys. Otis held the victim that had slapped you on the ass while you stabbed him over and over again, right in the side of the neck then the chest, and later under the armpit, while this occurred Otis screamed words of encouragement to you hyping you up during this assault. By the end you both were a bloody heaving mess, your heart was fluttering like a hummingbird, blood was splattered all over the both of you. You turned to him with your chest heaving heavily, “Otis” you painted still holding the knife, you let it fall to the ground with a clang “ yeah sugar” he walks over to you and grabs your face with his blood-soaked hands lifting your face to look at him, running his finger over your lips, mixing the red lipstick on your lips with the red on his hands, “what do you want from your almighty devil”?.

Seeing the look in his eyes you knew that the devil that lived in him was front and center, this didn’t scare you though, oh no quite the opposite. You closed your eyes for a second, before opening them and looking him straight in his ” you’re the almighty devil, and I want you to make me your fucking whore” with that last sentence you took his blood-soaked thumb into your mouth and sucked on it before letting it out with a pop. He sucked in air sharply before grabbing the back of your neck and shoving you down toward the floor “ on your knees like my good whore”. You happily obliged, kneeling in front of him you took his large member in your blood-soaked hand and inserted it into your mouth. Never breaking eye contact you bobbed your head up and down until you milked every single drop from him. Grabbing your hair he turned your head upward at him, you smiled with your face a mixture of blood and semen, “ such a beautiful good whore”.

“You said you’re married?” This question came from Adam still cowering behind the ladies and Roy on the bed. This question snapped him out of his fond memory and forced him to look toward them. “ Yeah I did, why is that shocking? are you saying that an ugly fuck like me couldn't score a hot piece of ass like my wife?” “no no no that’s not it” “ Then what is it hm? You got something to say to me?, Boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin' Mark Twain shit, 'cause it's gettin' chiseled on your tombstone.” “ I just .. does your wife know you do things like this?” asked Roy, raising his voice a little, Gloria gasped and lightly gripped his arm, shushing him.

"Woooo man! getting a little bold there Roy! Such a big brave man all of a sudden, showing off in front of the misses there hm?" Otis said, pointing the gun at Gloria, he got quiet for a second after that, lowering the gun and thinking to himself "All right. okay, mama, front and center, on your feet.". Gloria and Roy looked back at each other confused. "okay, come on, Mama. Take that shit off, let's see what's been holding Hoss's balls at attention all these years" "what … " Gloria asked looking back at Roy then at Otis," What? Take off your clothes, or one of these assholes is going to die. Come on, come on". Gloria stands and shakily takes off her top and pants leaving her in her underwear, "shit, way to go, Roy! she ain't too bad. She got a tight little ass on her!" Baby exclaimed.

Otis grabbed Gloria bringing her to him, why did Roy get to enjoy his wife while he couldn't? Naw fuck that, fuck Roy, fuck the world for taking you away. "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me" Gloria begged as Otis pulled her real close in running the gun all up and down her leg and stomach "you like this, don't ya? Say "Yes, I do. " You like that, don't ya? Say "Yes, I do. " Yes, I do. Yes, I do". Gloria tried to look at the ground but Otis pointed the gun at her temple warning her to start compiling "Yes, I... I do".

"You like they don't ya? Hmm huh, mamas" *grunts* "yes yes I do" you moaned as Otis grabbed both your breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could. The messy blow job was just the beginning, after you smiled at him with your sinfully filled mouth he had scooped you up and pressed you up against the nearest wall. You moaned again as he pounded into you and bit your teeth into his shoulder earning a deep pornographic growl from him and causing Otis to thrust into you even harder and faster. "Give me some sugar mama, oh yeah make it sweet" he whispered onto your lips before roughly kissing you, you opened your mouth wider to deepen the kiss and he took this opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth. You pulled back to gasp for air after the intrusion on your mouth and before you had a chance to catch your breath, you kissed him again but this time it was soft and gentle, he pushed into you slower now and less violently. He lazily nipped your bottom lip, pulling it back some, he rested his forehead on yours and stared into your eyes as he finished with a few final thrusts.

"Okay. Okay, now. Give me some sugar. Make it sweet. Don't want me to tense up my trigger finger. My finger's getting tense... I want you to say, "You're the almighty devil, and I want you to make me your fucking whore. " Come on, say it. I know it. I know you're feeling it. Say it.". Otis at this point had forced Gloria into a kneeling position after violating her with the pistol. The whole scene was a vile obscene site, he suddenly grabbed her again roughly pulling her up towards him, " fucking … say it" "You're... the... almighty... devil and I want you... to make me your... fucking whore" she splattered barely getting the words out. Otis laughed and shoved her back toward the bed " you fucking make me sick". This site causes Baby to bust out laughing "Woo-hoo! I feel like we're all getting to know each other now". " All right, ladies" her brother exclaims, "I and the boys have an errand to run. We'll be back in a little while. Come on, Hoss, move it. Come on, shit stain! Gotta go! Come on! God damn it!".

#otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #three from hell #otis driftwood x reader #otis firefly #thedevilsrejects #the devils rejects

[whatiwouldgive]

Sadistic Sabbatical - Part 2

-This is a purely fictional story dedicated to Alphadom_Master-

As I started to open my eyes, I could hear a door unlocking. And I smelled feet. Where was I? The first thing I saw was a dirty sneaker in front of my face. That would explain the smell… but what? Oh shit. The Sun was rising on my new reality… and I was confronted with an immediate overwhelming sense of dread. Those sneakers should be clean by now. It was my fag chore, and I failed. Apparently, I fell asleep after only cleaning 3 pairs of his shoes with my tongue. Fuck! I knew I was in for a world of pain. I gathered up the shoes I had finished cleaning and raced to meet him at the door.

When my Master entered the apartment, I knew I would be punished, but I still felt blessed with his Godly presence. I was determined to take my inevitable punishment in stride, and then worship him properly to prove my worth. He entered the room, and the rest of the world disappeared. The mere sight of him demanded my full attention. He was superior to me in every way, and I felt lucky to receive any attention he would give me (no matter how painful). Apparently one night’s sleep had cemented everything he told me yesterday. I was a hole, I was a urinal, I was a bootlicker, I was a cumdump, I was just an object now, all because of him. He totally exploited my submissive nature - took me to places I had only fantasized about before and showed me my place at his feet. I no longer wanted to escape from this place.

“Thank you Sir for letting me lick your shoes clean.” I dropped to my knees and carefully laid out his shoes on the floor before him for inspection. “Here are the first of them. Notice I even carefully loosed and arranged the laces to prepare them for your feet Sir.” He didn’t even bother to look at them. He just glanced at my mattress still covered with dirty shoes, and let out a sigh of disappointment. “Sir, I am so sorry. I fell asleep. I had traveled all day and then… well you know. It was just a regrettable accident. I promise I will have the rest clean for you as soon as possible. I promise it won’t happen again Sir.”

After a moment of silence, “Do you deserved to be punished for this disappointment, hole?”

I dropped my head. “If I disappoint you Master, I deserve to be punished Sir.” I started to open my mouth to beg him for leniency, but I gave up. I knew better than to expect any leniency from my Master.

He calmly walked over to a cabinet and opened it. I could tell he was carefully considering my punishment. He picked out a couple items and turned to me. “Bend over the arm of the couch you worthless fag.” I immediately obeyed. I presented my naked, sore battered ass in the air with my chest on the seat of the couch as soon as I could. Apparently the first tool he had chosen was and ankle spreader. A metal bar with metal manacles locked my legs open as far as they would go. The second tool he choose was a leather whip. He made sure I got a good look at it. He grabbed a dirty sock that was stuffed in one of the dirty sneakers laying on my mattress and shoved it in my mouth. “This will help to muffle your screams.”

He placed his foot between my shoulder blades, and applied his weight. Tears were already falling from my eyes as I gripped the couch cushions. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but I knew it would be painful. “I’m very disappointed in you, hole. This is going to hurt you way more than it hurts me.” And then he flung his whip and made contact with my ass hole… I mean pussy. He had called my ass a pussy yesterday, but It was clear he knew where the “sweet spot” was. I screamed into his dirty sock and started to shake, but his foot held me in place. The second strike managed to hit my balls and my pussy at the same time. I was screaming and thrashing as hard as I could, but he simply applied more weight to my back preventing any hope for escape. He whipped my pussy again, and again. I had never experience pain like that before. When he finished, he carefully put his tools back in their places, but I didn’t dare break position. I just pushed my face into the couch and tried to hide how hard I was crying. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. “Don’t ever hide your tears from me hole. Those tears are mine to enjoy.” He removed the sock, and I started sobbing. “I’m so sorry Master.” I got on my knees and hugged him around his waist. I continued to cry loudly pushing myself further into his waist as I continued to sob, “I’m so, so sorry Master. Please forgive me.”

He put his hand on my head, rubbed his fingers through my hair, and patiently waited for me to finish crying. “I forgive you hole. You just haven’t truly learned you place yet. As your alpha Master, I recognize you are trying, but you need more training. You are lucky I am so patient.” I looked pathetically up into his cold eyes and said, “Thank you Sir.”

“I came to feed you.” He pulled away and grabbed a couple bananas he brought with him off the counter. He dropped them onto the floor, hocked a loogie on them and smashed them under his shoes. He made mushy mess of them, and wasn’t shy about getting the mess on the trainers he was wearing. He slid off his dirty trainers, backed away from the mess and said, “breakfast is served, hole.” I was starving, so I raced over and hungerly started lapping up the mess from the floor and his shoes. “Thank you Sir.”

He looked down at me and told me to eat up and get back to work on my fag chores. There was a game on later, and he would be back to use me. “Let me give you something to wash that down with fag.” He picked up a large glass and filled it with warm alpha piss. “Enjoy.” He set the glass on the floor beside me. “Thank you Sir.” I chugged his piss. “Good boy. I will make a worthy hole of you yet.”

I had just finished licking the rest of his shoes clean when he returned. I greeted him at the door on my knees. “How may I serve you Master?” He kicked me in the gut several times and said, “Face down, pussy up faggot.” I groaned in pain and assumed the position. He shoved a finger in me sending pain shooting through my entire body. “How’s that pussy doing?” A second figure entered me. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming this time. “You’re pussy’s on fire fag. Still hot from that beating I gave you I see.” He pulled out.

“How would you like to service my cock, you pathetic slutty hole?” I scrambled to assume the position on my knees in front of him. “Yes Sir. God I want it bad Sir. Please Master. I’m so horny since you took my penis away. Please. I’m begging you Master. Please allow me to service your alpha cock. I need it Sir. I need it so bad. I’m desperate to suck your cock. Please Master, Please!” My little metal clit was leaking like crazy. He pulled his shorts down just enough to reveal the bulge in his underwear. “Take a whiff of a superior man’s cock.” Like a pervert, I put my nose in his crotch and inhaled deeply. The smell was pure masculine heaven. I couldn’t get enough.

“I haven’t showered, hole. You like sweaty, unwashed cock?”

“Yes Sir. It smells so good. I want to lick your cock and balls clean Sir. I want to taste it so bad. Please let me taste it Master.”

“Think about that fag while I take you for a little walk.” He threw some clothes on the ground. “But Sir, your cock?” I got a back-handed slap for that outburst. “Get dressed now!” I obeyed. The shorts he gave me were tight and clearly showed off my cage. A wet spot started to form from my leaking clit. Did he really expect me to go in public like this? “Don’t worry fag. We’re not going far.” He handed me my wallet. Once I was dressed and standing, he put his hand on the back of my neck and lead me out the door.

I kept my head down and walked close to him just behind his left shoulder. He was right. We didn’t go far. I followed him to an ATM just down the block from his building. “Are you still thinking about my cock faggot?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Pull up your bank balance.” I obeyed. He looked at the screen. “Are you kidding me fag? You only have 500 dollars in your account?” I didn’t need to say anything. It was all there in front of him. “I want it all fag. Withdraw it all for me.” I obeyed. I handed him the entire contents of my bank account in cash. A slight smirk appeared on his face. He put his hand on the back of my neck like he was some sort of father figure. “The lesson you just learned is that whatever is yours is actually mine fag. When you drink another man’s piss and beg to suck his dick, that man owns you. Do you understand that you are my property now? Do you understand that I am going to take everything from you so that all you have left is me? You’re whole life is going to become so much more simple from now on. All you have to worry about is bringing me pleasure. You were begging to please me right? Well now, it’s your life’s purpose. It’s what you were begging for, and you got it fag. You should be so proud of yourself.”

I was so focused on what he was saying, I didn’t even remember the walk back to the apartment. Before I knew it I was naked again and on my knees in front of him again. Nothing seemed real. It was like I was in a trance. He had mind-fucked me so hard I was delirious.

“Hey! Faggot! Go get me a beer. Now!” I suddenly snapped back to this twisted reality. He was sitting on the couch watching a football match on the television. “Yes Sir.” I fetched him a beer a knelt down in front of him again waiting for my next command. He started to rub his crotch “Damn I’m feeling horny. OK faggot, it’s your lucky day. Sometimes I get this way after draining a cashfag.” He pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles and spread his knees apart to reveal the thing I wanted more than anything in the world – his amazing alpha cock! “Get between my legs now fag.” He put both his feet on the coffee table but kept his knees far enough apart for me to crawl under and get between them. When he dropped his feet back to the floor with his pants and underwear still around his ankles, I was trapped in place facing his cock.

“OK, fag time for your next lesson.” He gripped his hard cock with his hand. “You are the only fag here. So, you will keep your hands behind your back. You will quietly sit there and watch. I know all your slutty little cumdump instincts will be telling you to lean in and start sucking my dick, but unfortunately for you, I’m straight. I don’t need a fag to suck my dick. I’m just teaching you a lesson right now.” He was slowly stroking his perfect cock. I didn’t dare say a word. When his hand was at the base, he is would squeeze it. And then he pull on it as he stroked upward… again gripping a little tighter just below the head of that amazing dick until it was fully engorged and hard as a rock. And, it was just inches in front of my face. With my pathetic little sub penis locked away, all I could do was watch and try to imagine the pleasure of having a real cock like my Master’s.

“Oh yeah, this feels so good fag.” He wasn’t even looking at me. He spit into his hand and used it a lube. “Soak it all in homo. This is what a real man’s cock looks like. I know you can smell it from there, so take a whiff and watch a real man enjoy himself.” I was almost in tears as precum dripped from my worthless little clit. He began to stroke faster, and continued to relentlessly taunt me. Why wouldn’t he let me suck it? This was just pure, sadistic cruelty. He wouldn’t be the first straight man to use a fag for a blow job. I was right there and more than willing. As he got closer and closer to climax, I strained my neck to get closer hoping that he might chose to cum on my face or in my mouth. “So sad you can’t feel how amazing this feels faggot. Damn, it feels so good. I just love jerking off after draining subs like you. Too bad you don’t have a penis anymore.” And then he finally came, but not on me though. Instead, he cupped his hand around the head of his cock as he climaxed, collecting as much jizz in his hand as he could. “Oh fuck yeah. That feels so… uh… yeah… uh.. oh yes! Oh fag, I bet you wish you could feel what I’m feeling right now.”

I watched pathetically as he started to relax from his high. I was leaking so much there was a puddle on the floor. He just laid back and took a few deep breaths before addressing me. “Ok you slutty little fag. I’ve got a handful of jizz now. Do you want it?”

“Please let me have it Master. I’m your hole, you turned me into a cumdump. Please let me swallow your jizz Sir. I’ll do anything to eat your load Master.”

He looked down at me with an evil look in his eyes. “Who said anything about eating it? I would much rather see you snort it up your fag nose where it will burn and linger so that you can enjoy it longer.” I looked down at the sea of cum in his hand. “What the fuck are you waiting for faggot?” Fuck me! Every time I thought I couldn’t sink any lower, this man proved me wrong. I thought all my dignity had been stripped already but, again, I was wrong. So, I pressed one nostril and began to snort his jizz like I was a crack addict. I alternated nostrils until I had snorted as much as I possibly could. And when I was done, he wiped his hand clean on my face and in my hair. All I could smell was his jizz, and I quickly started to taste it as it dripped down the back of my throat. I kept sniffling to keep it from dripping out of my nose. My eyes were watering as I choked, and the jizz I had just ingested filled my mouth so I got another good taste of it before swallowing back down again. As painful and humiliating as it was, I couldn’t deny that I actually enjoyed the smell and taste of his cum.

And, thankfully, I had finally pleased him. He was chuckling as he pulled his pants up and told me to get him another beer. I would spend the rest of the night on hands and knees as his footrest, only getting up if ordered to get him anther beer. He didn’t even piss in my mouth hole, because he didn’t want to wash away the smell or taste of his jizz from my palate.

-To be continued. Very excited to reveal that part 3 will be a special chapter focused on the question: “What would AlphaDom_Master do with two naked subs begging for his attention at the same time?”-