This story involves sex between men that sometimes has some nonconsensual and fetish elements. If it isn't legal where you are to read this, please stop reading. The story is pure fiction. Any similarities between actual people are purely coincidental.
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Authoritarian m4m.How did I get here?
Yesterday, I was a normal 17-year old debating whether to go to a party later tonight.
As of right now, I am bent over a sofa. My bother's rank jockstrap is pushing against my nose and mouth and is filled with his sweat, and the sweat and cum of his best friend, Derek. My ass is beaten raw and Derek is about to shove his 8" by 6" cock in my virgin hole with spit for lube.
And I am hard as a rock.
"Arch your back, faggot, and push. It'll make it easier, but one way or another it's going in." I was dizzy with all of the smells, the taste of cum and the rawness of my ass where Derek had spanked me. I could feel the head of Derek's huge cock against my hole. Derek smacked my ass hard and with a small shove he drove his cock past my ring, stretching me wide. I screamed into the jock strap. "TAKE IT OUT, TAKE IT OUT. OWWWW" The words were muffled, but clear. Derek didn't move. I was squirming, panting and trying desperately to get off his cock but he just held me there, rubbing my back and kissing my neck. Fuck. How was I still so hard?
Derek slowly pushed his cock all the way to the hilt while he whispered encouragement into my ear. "I'm so proud of you little dude. You're talking all of my cock in your pussy. You're making me feel so amazing with your tight little hole. My dick was made to breed you. You're so fucking sexy." I should have been pissed off, I should have tried harder to get away, but all I could think of was that I was making this stud happy. This perfect specimen of a man, my jack off fantasy for years thought I was sexy.
It probably helped that with his full 8" in my hole Derek was pushing hard against my prostate. I'd had some fingers up my ass before but I'd never felt so full, so complete. Derek slowly pulled out and slammed back into me hard. I screamed again, but it hurt less and my screams were sounding more like moans. Derek started pumping hard building up momentum.
"Oh yeah, faggot, take my cock, bitch. Going to wreck that fucking cunt." He slapped my raw ass, pulled hard on my tits and just kept slamming his huge dick into my hole. I was lost in the rhythm and the sensations. My tears and screams had turned to moans that only got louder the more Derek fucked me harder. Not going to lie, it still hurt like hell but the combination of the pleasure and the pain was intense. The more Derek pounded me the more I wanted. My hips were bucking up to meet his cock and drive it deeper. I was in a trance where all I wanted and needed was Derek's cock inside me.
I was this close to shooting when Derek stopped and pulled his cock all the way out.
What the fuck? I'd never felt so empty, both physically and emotionally. Derek turned me around, took the jock off of my head and threw it in the corner.
Derek looked at me straight in the eyes. "I need you to say it." There was no malice in his voice but I knew what he wanted.
I was begging. "Please Derek. I need your cock, Derek. You were right. I am a faggot." I couldn't believe I just said that. "I need to have my holes used by real men to truly be happy. I need you to fuck me, Derek. Please put your dick back inside me. Please fuck me. FUCK ME." It wasn't a scream exactly, it wasn't a cry, it wasn't a moan. It was a combination of all three at once.
Derek smirked. He took my head in both of his hands and leaned in. My lips parted but Derek just spit in my open mouth and laughed cruelly. "Fuck, faggot, you don't think real men like me kiss pathetic bitches like you? Take off your jock and get up on that couch on your back, legs in the air."
I scrambled to get out of my jock and on the couch. I used my hands to hold my legs back. Derek leaned in and just shoved his cock all the way in to the hilt. I gasped and moaned at the same time and just said "fuck me Derek." He spit in my face again and demanded "louder, bitch" I started screaming for him to fuck me over and over again. He gave it to me harder, faster and rougher. How could something feel so good and hurt so much at the same time. How could I be getting off on being this guy's total fuck toy, a degraded cockslut?
Derek was fucking me hard and I was begging him to go deeper. I could feel the cum rising in my balls and I was panting and moaning. "I'm going to....." I didn't even get the word out before my dick starting spurting. The first two shots went right over my head and I just kept coming and coming. I had never cum so hard in my life. My whole body convulsed as Derek continued to fuck me.
The clenching of my ass put Derek over the edge. "Fuck, faggot, going to breed you. Going to seed that cunt." I could feel his dick start to pulse inside me and warm jets of his cum coated my insides. Derek kept thrusting and cumming inside me for what seemed like forever. Finally he pulled out and just pointed to his cock. I dropped to my knees and cleaned his spit, cum and my ass juices from his cock while Derek stroked my head. "Good faggot. Now that you know your place, we can really start to have some fun." I wondered what he meant, but part of me didn't really want to know.
Derek got dressed and took off, leaving me to clean up and air out the place before Charlie got home from work. I checked my phone and had a bunch of texts from Ryan about the party tonight. I decided to take a long hot shower and crash.
I would find out later Ryan had stopped by to see what was up when I didn't answer his texts. He had watched the whole thing and shot a load watching his best friend get bred. But that is the subject of the next chapter.
When I woke up from my nap, there was a text from Ryan: "Dude, u r coming 2 the party. No isn't an option. Pick u up at 9."
That's the end of part 3. Keep the suggestions coming. Tell me how far you want to see Jimmy degraded and humiliated. And donate to Nifty! Thanks, men.