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I like to go to the fitness club and flirt in the shower. Mostly straight guys are there, but I like the thrill of something unexpected happening. When I first saw Del I immediately wanted him to dominate me. There was just something about him.
As he stood next to me in the shower, I didn't know if he was straight or what, but he had a quality that made me very curious. Back at my locker I saw him again, standing there defiantly combing his hair, arms up, presenting his full nudity. My eyes went to his cock, which hung slightly to one side, and I felt a tickle in my asshole.
I was suddenly very much aware of being naked in front of him. In my triggered sexual imagination I saw myself doing whatever he wanted and instantly I felt an aroused swelling in my perineum which radiated up to my cock in one direction and back to my anus in the other. I still wasn't sure if he was straight, but I didn't care. When I saw him looking at my half erect cock I gave it little twitch.
Then I bent over to dry my feet and made sure my ass and balls were right up there where he could see them. After I dragged out this pose as long as I could, I turned around and saw him still combing his hair, except his cock was standing almost straight out and to one side. 2
He had a place he could take me. On the way there I told him, "I want to be dominated." He didn't say a word.
His friend's apartment was sparse with only a few furnishings and a vase with a bouquet of green bamboo branches.
"Strip."
It was like he already knew what I wanted. We both stripped quickly and then he ran his hands all over me, scooping up my nipples and snapping them with his finger to make them hard. Then he felt my ass. He wedged a finger in to feel my anus and I saw his cock twitch up from half an erection to a hard stiff one that stuck up at a high angle and a little to the right. From my viewpoint I was looking straight down on his piss hole which had now stretched wide open like the mouth of a little fish. The head was streamlined and sloped back, which should make it easy to penetrate my semi-virgin hole.
So to entice him even more I turned and flaunted my rear end, spreading it nice and wide. I felt his hands back there spreading it even wider, checking out the opening. He guided me over to a chair next to the bamboo branches so he could sit down for a better look.
"Show me your asshole again, like you did before."
Good. He was giving me orders and I loved it. I obeyed by bending over and giving him a real eyeful, winking my anal opening, pushing it out and then pulling it in real tight in a kind of message that said, "Butcher it. Make it good and messy."
I felt my teenage erection all the way down the shaft of my penis and spread into the fattening mound of my perineum and circle back around my anus. My cock, my crotch, my asshole were all one big engorged erection. When I felt his fingers probing around my hole, checking out every little crease and fold, it was like he was jacking me off.
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He told me to get on my back on the couch and pull my knees up. He lubed up his finger and slid it deep up my rectum, checking it out, up, down and all around. Here and there he would stop and dwell on something he felt, some crease or fold of skin, anything that interested him, then slowly he pulled his finger out at an angle in such a way as to force my anus slightly inside out, trying to see the pink inner skin. Even though it hurt a little, I was glad I was giving him such a thrill.
Then he did something no one else had ever done. He slid his finger up my ass and pushed up hard on my prostate. I felt a big drop of pre-come dislodge from that place in my rectum and force its way up the underside of my stiff penis and ooze out the hole.
"Oh, yea," he said, very satisfied with what he'd done. He continued rubbing my prostate, milking me into a mess of clear, stringy liquid that pooled on my stomach.
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Suddenly someone came in the room and I jumped up, covering my erection. It was a skinny Asian man, quite old, and with a mean look. He called Del over for a discussion, but Del didn't bother to hide his erection. Then Del came back to me and said, "he wants you to do something for him or we both have to leave." I didn't want to leave.
The Asian man left the room and returned naked. His ribs showed and his nipples were almost black. His had a small, uncircumcised penis in a nest of wiry black pubic hair. From a closet he removed a video camera on a tripod.
"Not my face," I said, thinking he was going to film Del and I having sex.
"Don't worry," Del said. "It's not your face he wants. Lie on the floor. On your back."
I gladly obeyed his order, having no idea what was going to happen. As Del straddled my face I looked up and saw his balls hanging down, and his hairless scrotum with a dark line down the middle that ran back and vanished between his ass. There was a thick vein on the right underside of his penis which was now hanging half erect. I assumed we were going to do a 69 and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking his those big balls and that fascinating cock. But without any warning he hooked his arms under my legs and pulled them back, pinning me down with my ass up and spread so wide I couldn't keep my anus closed. I felt it stretch open just enough so that the air breathed freely in and out of my rectum. Was he going to rim me?
The skinny Asian man went over to the vase and removed one of the green bamboo canes, slightly bigger around than a pencil. He swished it through the air in a few practice strokes. I felt my anus contract out of fear and I wanted to keep it closed, but the stretched posture Del had put me in pulled it back open, like a sticky mouth, just enough to feel the air pass in.
As the old man positioned himself, Del pinned me down even harder so I couldn't move and for the first time I felt the helpless abandonment of my body to total domination. I knew the old Asian man was going to whip me, but I said nothing. The first stroke of the cane hit me hard across the buttocks and I cried out. It was much more painful than I expected. Another stroke quickly followed and as I cried out again I saw Del's cock instantly pump up to full erection. The old Asian man whipped me over and over with the bamboo cane and the more my body involuntarily tried to twist away from the lashes, the tighter Del held me so the whipping could continue. The old man beat me with more force than I would have expected, considering his size, and not only that, each lash hit firm and hard exactly where he wanted it to land. There were no missed strokes.
"Turn him to the other side," said the old man.
Del pulled me over at an angle and I felt stroke after stroke land with perfect aim all around my crotch and then right on the anus itself. I screamed like an animal being eaten alive. Tears poured down my face as I looked up at Del's balls and his rock hard cock. My desperate screams only seemed to inspire the old man to whip me harder, hitting every bare place possible, my buttocks, my perineum, my anus, anywhere he could aim a lash.
I heard Del say, "OK, he's had enough," but the old man said curtly, "No!" and let out such a furry of lashes that I lost control of my bladder, urinating all over myself. Seeing this, the Asian man whipped me with a hateful furry and there was some kind of strange unification, a kind of deep intimacy between of my screams and the lash of his cane.
The old man stopped only when he ran out of energy. Del loosened his grip on my legs and a wave of tears gushed down my face in a feeling that I never had before. A feeling of total domination. My ass was like a burning fire and made even more intense by the pool of urine in which I was sitting. The old man's small cock fully erect, with the head peeking half way through his foreskin. He put the cane back in the vase with the others, then approached me. He made a motion for Del to push my legs up again so he could have a closer look at what he'd done.
Then he ordered me to get on my knees in front of him. He grabbed my jaw and looked at me with contempt, like he hated me. Then he took a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth over his small penis and roughly pumped my face as if it were my ass. I felt his wiry pubic hair and pubic bone repeatedly hit my nose like a fist. His cock was moist and salty. In a short while I heard just one grunt from low in his throat and then tasted his semen. When he was through he pulled my face away from his cock and looked at me again with hateful contempt, then rudely pushed my head back and said, "OK. He's all yours." 5
I looked at Del's cock and saw a huge gob of pre-come running out from his open piss hole and down the underside of his cock. I wanted more than anything to taste it, but I dutifully awaited his next order. My cock was limp, but in a way I still don't fully understand I was immensely aroused.
"Get on your back and pull your legs up. It's my turn to see what he did to you."
I obeyed.
"Oh my. He really got you good." I felt his finger trace along a welt than ran from my perineum down to my anus. "Wait til you see it in the mirror."
He pushed my legs up a little higher and I felt the head of his cock finding its target, that oozing, wide open piss hole of his getting me right in the very center of my anus, not to one side or the other, but right in the very middle.
"I'm sort of virgin there," said, hoping he would understand. But he ignored me and proceeded with his own pleasure. When he pushed the slim head of his penis through the painful welt across my anus it hurt, but hurt good. I wanted his cock in my ass. I wanted to submit to his superior age and experience. But when it got to the inner sphincter, it hurt like the whipping. I was too tight. My cry of pain didn't stop him from holding me down and shoving it all the way up my ass.
I felt the welts on my asshole as his cock pushed in and out, showing me no more mercy than old man did when he was whipping me. But this was what I wanted, wasn't it? I wanted him to hurt me, split me open, wound me. Through the pain of my anal penetration I felt a satisfaction that my ass was no longer virgin or even semi-virgin. All that junior high poke-hole stuff with the neighborhood kids was nothing compared to this--fucked by a real man with a man's cock. He fucked me, and I mean REALLY fucked me, good and rough, right through the painful tightness of my virgin hole, angling his cock in every direction, trying to hit my prostate or anywhere else that would hurt. And I craved it. I didn't want it to stop. I had so much pre-come on my stomach that it was running over my sides like the piss that had been whipped out of me by the old Asian man.
Del stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass and I thought he had ejaculated, but no, he wanted a look at the damage he'd done to the tightness of my anal opening. He examined the hole very carefully and then put all four fingers into the stretched opening all the way to the knuckles, and when he pulled them out, he hooked his finger tips on the inside of my anal ring to pull out as many lobes of pink stretched skin as possible. I was totally his, and to show it I reached down with my own hands and pulled my thoroughly whipped ass a little wider apart for him and said, "See what you did, huh? See what you did to me?"
"Yea," he said, staring down at my anus, which couldn't be open any wider for him.
He thrust his cock back in again and I wished he could hurt me this way for hours, angling his penis to stab my young rectum from every direction, forcing even more pre-come out my limp cock.
When I saw his eyes roll back and his face contract, I knew he was beginning to ejaculate. Then he erupted into a volley of deep grunts I would get to know well as the semen spurted out into the deepest part of my rectum.
I held him on top of me, and squeezed my anus over and over again around his shrinking cock to show him how much I loved it. Then I gently expelled his cock from my anal opening.
He checked inside my rectal cavity again with his fingers, shoving almost his whole hand up my stretched and burning sore anus. Then he slowly pulled his fingers out again, bringing with them as much of the inner anus as he could.
"Oh, yea," he said, holding his hand up, gaping at all the filthy semen dripping from his fingers.