Make it Mine - 2
I hadn't intended to write additional chapters for this story. But I got such an overwhelming positive response, I started thinking about it. So here is chapter 2; I hope you enjoy it.
This story contains descriptions of graphic sex between males. If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.
This story is pure fiction. If this resembles something that happened to you, it must have been an incredible experience. But it's simply a coincidence.
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-DJ
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Day 4
The runner continues his daily routine and sets out at 6:00am. He's wearing a long sleeve running shirt, jock strap & running shorts, white anklet socks & running sneakers.
He returns home earlier than normal, around 6:45am. He cuts his run a bit short. He still hasn't fully recovered from the exhaustion he experienced at the hands of Hoodie. He slips his running sneakers off, makes a cup of coffee and goes out onto his deck. He winces as he gingerly sits his tender butt down in the chair. He looks over at his neighbor's yard. Hoodie is nowhere to be seen.
The runner is relieved, but he's also slightly disappointed. Deep down, he was hoping to see Hoodie, even though, he didn't think his ass could handle another pounding for a while. He drank his coffee as he thought about the simmering burn that Hoodie left in his ass.
Day 5
The runner sets out on his daily run again at 6:00am. He's wearing the same running gear - long sleeve running shirt, jock strap & running shorts, white anklet socks & running sneakers.
He returns home around 7:00am, having run his full route. He slowly slips his sneakers off, makes his cup of coffee, grabs his tablet, and goes out onto his deck. He tentatively sits down and realizes there's little discomfort. He looks over at his neighbor's yard.
He sighs softly when he sees no sign of Hoodie. He is more disappointed than relieved. He takes a sip of his coffee as he opens his tablet. He hears a sound next door. His head pops up. He looks over. His excitement is squashed when he realizes it's just someone walking by on the sidewalk with their dog. His butt hole clenches involuntarily. The feeling of Hoodie's cock buried deep in his ass hits his memories as he sighs again and sips his coffee.
Day 6
It's 5:30am. The sun is just coming up. Just like every other weekday, the salesman ties his tie and puts on his suit jacket. He picks up his satchel and leaves his condo. He looks well-put-together as he walks to his car in the condominium parking lot.
In the dim light the salesman sees someone in the far corner of the lot, about fifty feet away. There's an exit to the street on that side of the lot and he's in the open space between the chain link fence posts. It's a young guy wearing jeans and brown work boots. The salesman can see his side profile. He is leaning his back against the post. One of his knees is bent with his foot propped on the post, like a stork. He is wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt. The salesman can see one hand buried in the pouch of his sweatshirt. The stranger's face is hidden because his hood is up, covering his head. The salesman pauses, looking at the young guy. Then he gets into his car.
He leans over the steering wheel and checks out the stranger's body. His thin frame and long body is exactly what the salesman is attracted to. The salesman sees what looks like a substantial bulge in his pants and a meaty bubble butt. The salesman licks his lips without realizing he's doing it.
A couple puffs of smoke come out from under the stranger's grey hood. The salesman sees him move his hand from his mouth to the pouch of the sweatshirt. He guesses the stranger is vaping. The stranger drops his foot, hunches his shoulders, lowers his head, turns toward the street and walks away.
Hoodie disappears into the dimness of the dawn light.
The salesman starts to get a boner as he thinks about the mysterious kid he just saw. He drives off to work as he thinks about how hot he thought Hoodie was.
After work, the salesman arrives at the condo complex and pulls into his designated parking spot. The top button of his shirt is undone. His tie is removed and draped over his shoulders. He puts the car into park. He looks over to where he saw Hoodie that morning. The space is empty. He grabs his satchel and suit jacket. When he reaches and unlocks the security door to his building, he looks back to the spot again. No one is there.
Day 7
The sun is just beginning to come up at 5:30am. The salesman finishes putting on his suit coat and tie. He looks at himself in the bedroom mirror and checks how well he looks. He leaves his condo. As he exits the building, his eyes immediately go to the spot where he saw Hoodie the day before.
The salesman sees Hoodie with his foot propped up like yesterday. Puffs of smoke float up from under his hood. The salesman slowly walks to his car, so he can stretch out the time he gets to watch Hoodie. As the salesman reaches his car, he sees Hoodie lift his vape pen to his mouth. Hoodie's head turns slightly toward the salesman. This exposes some of Hoodie's blond hair and some of his face. But it's too dim for him to make out any of his face with any detail. The salesman gets to his car. He pauses and leans his forearm on the roof of the car. He's trying to decide if he should approach Hoodie.
Before he can decide either way, Hoodie drops his foot, hunches his shoulders, turns and walks away. The salesman focuses on Hoodie's ass. It's the kind of bubble butt he likes to fuck. The salesman watches to see where he goes. Hoodie walks behind a tree along the sidewalk but doesn't emerge from the other side. The salesman waits. Hoodie doesn't reappear.
As he gets in the car, he realizes he's rock hard. He smiles to himself as he thinks about how he might convince Hoodie to hook up with him. All day at work, he thinks about Hoodie.
That night, as the salesman pulls into his designated parking spot, he looks over to the exit in the chain link fence where he has seen Hoodie twice now. He's there. He's standing with both feet on the ground, leaning against the post, facing the salesman. His hands are in his pouch pushing the sweatshirt down. His face is visible, and his head is tilted slightly forward. The salesman puts the car in park and looks at Hoodie's face. The salesman's cock starts to pulse as he feels it hardening. Hoodie looks so vulnerable to the salesman. And so young. It's what the salesman likes - young, vulnerable, thin blonds, who he can dominate.
The salesman turns off the car, opens the door, and gets out. Hoodie leans forward off the post, turns, and begins to walk away. The salesman starts to trot toward Hoodie. His untied necktie, which was draped over his shoulders, slips onto the ground as he starts to run. Hoodie disappears. The salesman reaches the exit in the chain link fence. He looks up and down the street. He is out of breath from the exertion. He leans over and puts his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, as he scans the other side of the street. There is no sign of Hoodie.
Dejected, the salesman walks back, breathing heavily. He keeps looking back, in case Hoodie comes back. He picks up his tie and gets his satchel and suit coat from the car. He pauses and looks back. Hoodie is not there. He goes into the building to his condo.
Later that night, the salesman sets himself up for a jerk off session before he falls asleep. He strips down, lays down in bed, and props his laptop on his round belly. He goes right to his favorite BDSM porn video. The submissive twink in the video is thin, young, and blonde. He has a build similar to Hoodie's. The master in the video is a husky bear who has a body like the salesman's. He starts the video.
The master in the video has bent the sexy twink over the hood of a car. He has splayed the twink's hands and tied them to the side mirrors. And he's tied the twink's spread legs to the bumper. His plump ass is exposed for the master to play with.
The salesman squirts lube into his hand and begins to stroke his hard 5-inch circumcised dick. He watches the master tease and torture the twink as he begs for mercy. The salesman's breathing increases as he keeps stroking himself.
As the master begins to long-dick the twink relentlessly in the video, the salesman closes his eyes. He can hear the twink in the video begging for mercy as he moans and groans. He imagines Hoodie bent over the hood of his car as he rams his cock into his plump ass, while Hoodie begs for mercy. The salesman can hear the master in the video grunting as he breeds the young blond. Finally, the salesman's orgasm hits. His cum dribbles out of his cock and drips into his pubes as he groans softly. He closes the laptop, grabs a recently worn pair of underwear, wipes himself up, and rolls over to fall asleep.
Day 8
The salesman follows his routine of stepping out of his condominium building at 5:30am, dressed for work, very professional-looking. As he comes out the door, he is laser-focused on the spot where Hoodie has been. Hoodie is not there. He stops as the door closes behind him. He looks all around the parking lot, setting his eyes back onto the spot where the exit is in the fence across the parking lot. He's just not there. He walks slowly to his car, scanning everywhere. But there is no sign of Hoodie.
The salesman goes to work and is consumed with thoughts of Hoodie all day. He keeps replaying a scene in his mind where he pins Hoodie down. After he rips his pants down to expose his meaty, white ass, the salesman rams his cock between Hoodie's cheeks making him cry out in pain.
At the end of the day, the salesman pulls into his parking spot. He sees Hoodie leaning against the fence post looking at the salesman. Hoodie has one hand holding his crotch. The other hand is holding his vape pen to his mouth as he puffs. The salesman turns off his car.
The salesman is already hard, thinking about Hoodie on his drive home. Halfway home, the salesman repositioned his boner so it was straight up in his pants. When he sees Hoodie, his cock flinches. He hasn't decided if he's going to run after Hoodie again. But he is going to try to talk to him. He grabs his suit jacket and satchel and gets out of the car. As he slowly walks toward Hoodie, he watches him. Hoodie doesn't move. The salesman starts to get excited. When he gets within five or six feet of Hoodie, the salesman stops. He stands there holding his satchel in one hand, the suit coat is draped over it. His necktie is wrapped around the back of his neck, hanging down in front of his dress shirt.
"Hey, what's your name?" says the salesman.
Hoodie puts both hands into his pouch and hunches his shoulders. He puts on an air like he's really shy. He lowers his head a bit and turns his eyes up to look at the salesman. He doesn't say anything. The salesman is stunned at how vulnerable Hoodie looks. It really turns him on. His dick flares.
"It's ok..." the salesman says, trying to make Hoodie feel more comfortable.
Hoodie shyly smiles at the salesman. The salesman feels his cock flinch in his pants. He smiles back.
"Do you want to hang out? We can go into my condo and have some fun," says the salesman, trying to lure Hoodie inside.
"I want yer ass," Hoodie finally speaks, with fake nervousness in his voice.
His deep voice surprises the salesman. He was guessing Hoodie was maybe 16 years old. But now he wasn't sure.
"How old are you?" the salesman asks.
Hoodie doesn't reply. He shyly lowers his head, as if he's embarrassed. He removes both hands from his sweatshirt pouch. He slips his thumb into one of his pants pockets. He uses the other hand to take a puff of his vape pen. When he exhales, the smoke wafts out from his mouth and lingers around the edges of his hood. The salesman is trying to figure out how to play this, when Hoodie speaks again.
"I want yer ass. I want to make it mine," Hoodie says as he pretends he doesn't have confidence in what he's saying.
"Make it mine?" asks the salesman as he tilts his head in confusion.
"Yeah," says Hoodie as he draws his hand out of his pocket and begins to rub the cock outline in his pants, "you give up yer ass. I plant my seed in it and claim it as mine."
"Really?" the salesman says with an astonished smile as he starts to chuckle.
Hoodie's face stays serious as he watches the salesman's reaction. He slips his vape pen into his pocket. He starts to speak haltingly, pretending that he's unsure of what he's saying.
"Once yer ass is mine, only I can fuck it... When I show up, no matter what yer doin', you will get...you will do whatever I tell you. I'm gonna fuck my seed...I'm gonna plant my seed deep in yer ass. Because yer ass belongs...because yer ass is mine," Hoodie concludes nervously.
The salesman can't believe the audacity of this kid. He is making the kind of play that the salesman has made many, many times. The salesman is convinced that Hoodie's demanding tone is a facade. He's really a shy kid, trying to look tough. The salesman's hard cock flinches as he imagines how much pleasure he will have in dominating Hoodie. His cock flexes again as he imagines Hoodie struggling and begging for mercy while the salesman fucks him. The salesman looks Hoodie up and down. He doesn't think Hoodie is all that strong. He takes a moment as he decides how he is going to play the situation. He takes too long.
"Never mind," Hoodie simply says with a disappointed voice.
Hoodie puts his hands into his pouch and starts to turn.
"Wait," says the salesman.
Hoodie stops and turns his upper body toward the salesman. His hood partly covers Hoodie's face when he turns. Hoodie's long eye lashes and blue eyes mesmerize the salesman. All the salesman sees is an innocent youth, easy to prey on. He decides to let Hoodie think he will submit.
"Fine...fine...I'll let you make it yours, or whatever you call it...fine..." says the salesman, waving his free hand.
Without a word, Hoodie starts to walk toward the front of the condominium building. The salesman hesitates for a moment. Then he starts walking quickly to catch up. The salesman passes Hoodie just as they reach the building. He puts the key in and unlocks the security door. Hoodie pushes the door open, walks in, turns left, and heads down the hall toward the salesman's condo. The salesman focuses on taking the lead, being in charge. He moves faster and passes Hoodie, as Hoodie grins to himself under his hood. The salesman is so obsessed with being the dominant one, that he fails to realize that Hoodie already knows which condo is his.
The salesman reaches his condo and unlocks the door. Hoodie brushes past him, entering the condo, pushing the door hard, causing it to hit the wall. The salesman goes into the condo and passes Hoodie. Hoodie shuts the door and locks it. The salesman drops his satchel, keys, and suit jacket onto a bench in the entry way. He slips his tie off his shoulders and holds it.
"Let's have a drink, first," says the salesman as he gestures toward the kitchen.
"I give the orders," Hoodie says confidently, for the first time using his deep voice with a booming, commanding tone.
The salesman is a bit taken aback by Hoodie's new tone, but he only focuses on asserting his dominance.
"Hey, this is my place," says the salesman trying to sound authoritative.
Without warning, Hoodie hauls off, with tremendous force, and backhands the salesman right in the face.
"I give the orders," says Hoodie with an edge to his voice as the surprised salesman falls from the impact.
The salesman lands face down onto the floor, his necktie flying out of his hand and onto the carpet.
The salesman ends up halfway in the entry way and halfway into the living area. He rolls onto his side, grabbing his sore jaw. He's stunned and doesn't speak. He tries to get up.
"Stay down," Hoodie commands as he forcefully shoves his heavy work boot into the salesman's chest. The salesman falls onto his back. Most of his body is in the living area now.
"Move!" Hoodie booms as he points toward a coffee table in the living area.
The salesman slowly turns himself over and begins to crawl into the living area.
"Get on the table!" Hoodie orders.
The salesman looks back at hoodie with confusion. He starts to get up. Suddenly, the salesman lunges toward Hoodie and tries to knock him over. Hoodie anticipates the salesman's move and jumps back. The salesman, a bit woozy from Hoodie's powerful backhand, loses his balance. Hoodie shoves him back into the wall. Hoodie punches him with full force in the gut. As the salesman doubles over in pain, Hoodie backhands the salesman across the face again, harder this time. The salesman's head flies to the side from the impact and some blood splatters against the wall. Hoodie grabs the salesman's wrist, turns him around and wrenches his arm against his back as he pins his face to the wall. The salesman is dazed and his jaw is in pain. Hoodie has his full weight crushing the salesman against the wall as he wrenches his arm up against his back.
"Ow...ow...ow...please...ow...it hurts...please..." the salesman begs in a high-pitched, whiney voice.
Hoodie looks around. He sees a table lamp within reach. While keeping the salesman's arm pinned, Hoodie grabs the lamp and jerks on it. The cord pops out of the wall and the lamp suddenly goes out. He wraps the cord around the salesman's wrist. He hikes his hand a bit more up his back.
"Oh...ow...ow..." whines the salesman.
Hoodie grabs the other wrist and pulls it behind the salesman's back. Hoodie ties the hands together behind his back with the cord of the lamp. When he is sure his hands are bound, Hoodie pulls the salesman away from the wall, turns him, and shoves him. The lamp dangles off of the salesman's back as he falls.
"Ummpphh," the salesman moans as his body hits the floor.
The salesman smacks his already sore jaw onto the floor. He sees stars for a moment and everything seems to move in slow motion.
"Yer gonna learn yer place...Now, I'm not gonna say it again, get on the fuckin table," Hoodie says as he straightens out his sweatshirt and fixes his hood so it's pulled forward all the way covering his head.
"Uuuhhhmmm," the salesman groans.
The lamp drags on the floor as he slowly rolls over. Still dazed and without the use of his arms, he flounders as he tries to lift himself.
"I can't..." whines the salesman.
Hoodie bends down and grabs a chunk of the salesman's hair. He wrenches his head back. Hoodie then lifts the salesman by his hair.
"Ow...oh...oh...ow..." the salesman whines as he feels Hoodie pulling his hair.
The salesman's torso rises and Hoodie flops his chest onto the table. The salesman flails his legs on the floor to get traction and gets himself onto the coffee table. His body is lengthwise, with his head hanging over one side of the table and his legs hanging off the other side onto the floor. Hoodie straddles the salesman, facing his feet, and sits on his hands bound at the small of his back.
"Ow...ow...please..." whines the salesman softly.
Hoodie reaches under the salesman's waist and starts to unbuckle his belt. He manages to remove it. He stands up and comes around to the salesman's head. Before the salesman knows what's happening, Hoodie loops the belt around the salesman's neck and cinches it. The leather strap is belted around the salesman's neck, but not tight enough to choke him. He takes the remaining belt strap and ties it off to the leg of the coffee table.
Hoodie stands up and looks at the desk against the wall behind the salesman. He scans it, nods, then leaves the room. The salesman sees this and hurriedly tries to untie his hands but is unable to. Suddenly, Hoodie reappears. The salesman stops moving. Hoodie holds some things in his hand which the salesman can't quite see. Hoodie goes to the desk and the salesman can hear him shoving things around and smashing things onto the floor.
"Please...let me go..." begs the salesman.
"You consented. Your ass is mine," Hoodie says firmly in his deep voice as he gets on his knees. He grabs one of the salesman's legs and rams his thigh up against the coffee table leg. The salesman's knee is on the floor, jammed up against the table leg.
"Hmmm!" the salesman reacts to the pain and whines with his mouth closed.
The salesman is still a bit dazed from the two hard smacks to the jaw he received from Hoodie's powerful hands. He tastes something metallic in his mouth. He looks down at the carpet and sees a couple drops of blood. With his tongue, he can feel his lip is cut where Hoodie smacked him.
Hoodie reaches over and picks up the necktie the salesman was wearing and wraps it around the salesman's thigh. He ties it to the coffee table leg. Hoodie then slams the other thigh against the coffee table leg.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm...hmm" the salesman begins to cry, keeping his mouth closed as he sobs.
Hoodie takes a bathrobe belt he retrieved from the bedroom to bind his other leg to the table. Hoodie stands up and goes around to the salesman's head. He leans down and unties the belt strap from the table leg. He tugs on it, like a dog on a leash. The salesman's head jerks.
"Uggcchh..." the salesman gags.
"You try anythin' and I will choke you out," says Hoodie.
He tugs on the belt again for good measure, jerking the salesman's head.
"Uggcchh..." the salesman gags again.
While holding the end of the belt, Hoodie comes to the side of the table and straddles the salesman, facing his head. He sits down hard on his waist.
"Hmmmm!" the salesman whines from the pain.
Hoodie unties the salesman's left hand from the lamp cord. He holds the salesman's right hand, still wrapped with the lamp cord, against the salesman's back. He pulls slightly on the belt to remind the salesman he can choke him out.
"Grab the table leg," Hoodie commands.
The salesman gingerly moves his left arm forward. He grips the table leg.
"Please...let me go...I'll give you anything you want...just untie me..." the salesman pleads as he tries to bargain with Hoodie.
Hoodie smiles to himself as his cock hardens. This is what he wants to hear, the salesman begging. Hoodie doesn't say anything. He lifts himself up. Holding the lamp cord that still binds the salesman's right hand, he pulls the salesman's arm forward. Hoodie puts the salesman's right hand on the floor in front of his face. Hoodie then kneels down on the cord so the salesman can't move his hand. He reaches over and grabs the iPad charging cord he ripped off the desk. Hoodie uses the cord to lash the salesman's left hand to the table leg.
Hoodie leans back, freeing the lamp cord from underneath his knee. He unties the lamp cord. He tosses the lamp and its cord into the corner. It smashes as they both hear the glass from the bulb shatter. Hoodie reaches over and grabs the laptop charging cord he ripped from the desk.
"Please...I'll do what you want...just untie me..." the salesman pleads.
As he speaks, the salesman can feel his swollen lip. The pain in his jaw begins to throb. His head hurts from where Hoodie pulled on his hair. He still feels a bit dazed.
Hoodie ties the salesman's right hand to the coffee table leg with the laptop cord. He stands up. Hoodie adjusts his sweatshirt. He puts his fists into his pouch and pushes down as he looks down on the salesman. The salesman is securely tied to the coffee table, as if he was kneeling on all fours. Hoodie walks slowly to the end of the table where the salesman's legs are bound. He reaches down with his big hand.
"Mmmmm," Hoodie moans with his deep, sonorous voice as he caresses the salesman's ass through his suit pants.
The salesman winces in surprise when he feels Hoodie unexpectedly touch him. He involuntarily grinds his hips. It is then that the salesman realizes he still has a hard-on. In fact, the salesman is harder than he's ever been. He assumes it's because of the adrenaline rush from struggling with Hoodie.
Hoodie caresses the salesman's ass, sweeping over his cloth-covered cheeks a couple times. Then he reaches into the salesman's back pocket and removes his wallet. Hoodie moves to where the salesman can see him. The salesman can see only a bit of Hoodie's blonde hair sticking out of his hood as he bends his head down to look at the wallet. Hoodie unfolds the wallet.
"Oh, c'mon...please...don't..." pleads the salesman.
Hoodie smiles as he sees a few hundred-dollar bills. He pulls them out of the wallet and makes sure the salesman can see him slip the hundreds into his back pocket. He takes a card out of the wallet, looks at it, deems it useless and flicks it into the corner where he threw the now broken lamp. He does that a couple more times. Then he pulls out a card with some writing on it. It's the salesman's bank PIN. Hoodie smiles and palms that card.
The salesman recognizes that card. He swallows hard and wants to say something, but he doesn't. He just lowers his head in defeat.
Hoodie slips a couple credit cards out of the wallet and palms those. He flicks the rest of the things in the wallet into the corner as he removes them, one by one. He then turns the wallet over, checking that it's empty. He flicks that into the corner. They both hear more glass break as the empty wallet lands on the broken pieces of the lamp.
Hoodie slips the bank PIN and the credit cards into his back pocket. He leans down and picks up the belt strapped to the salesman's neck.
"Look at me, boy," Hoodie commands as he tugs on the belt.
"Uggcchh..." the salesman gags.
With his head lowered, he wasn't expecting the tug on the belt. The salesman looks up at Hoodie. The salesman can really feel his fat lip now.
"Are you ok?" Hoodie says gently and lovingly to the salesman.
The salesman looks at him in disbelief. Frustration and anger have welled up inside the salesman. He forgets the situation and unloads on Hoodie.
"Of course, I'm not ok! You knocked me down and smacked me around and tied me up. Now you've taken my credit cards?!?! I'm not ok! This is not ok! Untie me!" the salesman replies, forgetting that Hoodie has every advantage.
Hoodie jerks the belt up...Hard. The salesman's head jerks up. Hoodie holds the belt there.
"Uggcchh!!! Uggcchh!!!...Uggcchh..." the salesman manages to spit out.
Then, he's silent. His mouth is open, but he isn't making any noise. His eyes widen. His face gets red. Hoodie simply lets go of the belt and the strap hits him on the head as it falls on the floor. The salesman's head flops forward. He draws in a huge breath and coughs. He breathes in a raspy breath and coughs again. Hoodie pauses in silence as he watches the salesman's head hang down as he tries to recover.
"Now, boy, I'm going to ask you again," Hoodie says angrily and then switches to his caring, gentle voice, "Are you ok?"
The salesman lifts his head and looks at Hoodie's face. He can see Hoodie's whole face encased in his grey hood. He's struck by how beautiful Hoodie looks.
"Yes," he says softly as he keeps eye contact with Hoodie.
"Yes, what?" Hoodie says softly, maintaining his gentle voice.
"Yes, sir," the salesman replies meekly.
"Good boy," Hoodie says with a smile. Hoodie lightly smacks the unharmed side of the salesman's mouth with his big hand a couple times and says, "you're learnin'."
While the smacks on his mouth seemed light, the salesman feels them. The pain in his jaw flares and his head begins to ring. He still feels a bit dazed.
Hoodie stands and goes toward the salesman's feet, out of his view. When he comes back into the salesman's view, Hoodie is holding a large pair of scissors. The salesman recognizes them. They are sewing shears he keeps in his spare room, in the closet. He wonders how Hoodie found them so quickly. But he pushes that thought away as he starts to wonder what Hoodie's going to do with the scissors.
"You know, boy..." Hoodie starts to speak.
Hoodie lowers his head as he looks at the scissors. He slowly opens and closes them while turning them in his hand.
"I was only going to take yer ass..." Hoodie says with his deep voice. "But now..." Hoodie continues with a mockingly regretful sigh, "I'm gonna take much more."
"Please...please...don't hurt me...I'll give you what you want...please...just don't hurt me..." the salesman pleads.
"Hurt you?!?!?" Hoodie says with fake shock, "Hurt you?!?!?"
Hoodie lifts his head slightly and leans into the salesman so he can see Hoodie's full face.
"I like you, boy. Why would I hurt you?" Hoodie says with mock confusion on his face, waiting for the salesman to respond.
The salesman hears Hoodie's words in his deep, sonorous voice. He's somewhat hypnotized by his gorgeous face. Hoodie said he liked him, the salesman muses. In his daze, the salesman gets confused. He's not sure what to say.
"I don't know..." says the salesman softly as he looks into Hoodie's eyes.
Hoodie tilts his head in expectation, widens his eyes, and raises his eyebrows at the salesman.
"Sir...I don't know, sir..." the salesman says.
"Good boy," says Hoodie as he swats his hand a couple times on the salesman's cheek again, "you are learnin'"
The salesman can't help but feel a small wave of satisfaction in hearing Hoodie call him a good boy. A small smile begins to form on his face until he feels it on his fat lip. He immediately lowers his head and stops smiling.
Hoodie stands up and goes out of the salesman's view. He feels Hoodie grabbing the waist of his suit pants, at his left hip. He feels the hard metal of the scissors scrape along the tender flesh of his hip. He closes his eyes in a vain attempt to pretend it's not happening. He feels the fabric loosen as he hears the shears cut through his suit pants and underwear. The salesman feels hoodie grab his suit pants on the other hip. He feels Hoodie slide the scissors against his skin again. Then he feels the fabric give as Hoodie snips through his pants and underwear again. The salesman braces himself. He's not sure what will happen next. There's a long pause where the salesman feels nothing and hears nothing. He keeps his eyes closed. It's only a few seconds of a pause. But to the salesman, it seems like nothing happens for several minutes. The salesman's fear is playing tricks on his dazed mind.
"Rrrriiiiiiiippp!!!" the sound of his pants and underwear being ripped apart hits the salesman's ears.
The salesman's whole body lifts up along with the table as the force of Hoodie jerking violently on the back of his suit pants hits him. It lifts him and the table an inch or so, but because of the suddenness of it, and the violent way in which Hoodie rips his pants, it seems much worse. Hoodie has ripped the salesman's pants so his whole ass is exposed, down to mid-thigh. The salesman can feel the cool air hitting his back side.
Without meaning to, the salesman begins to cry. His head begins to pound as he absentmindedly licks at his fat lip. Hoodie drops the now loose fabric and it falls down between the salesman's legs, dangling from between his thighs where it's still connected.
Hoodie comes around to the salesman's face. He leans down. They make eye contact. Hoodie cups his big hand on the salesman's good cheek. The salesman leans into Hoodie's hand on instinct. The warm skin of Hoodie's hand feels so comforting on his cheek.
"Yer a good boy," Hoodie says and then smiles as he lightly smacks the salesman's cheek a couple times.
The salesman feels the ringing in his head again as his jaw is rocked by Hoodie's smacks. In his confusion he feels elation as Hoodie praises him.
"You deserve a reward for being such a good boy," Hoodie says in his deep commanding voice.
The salesman smiles without thinking. Hoodie stands in front of the salesman. The salesman can hear Hoodie begin to unzip his pants. The smile wipes away and he starts to look up. He knows what's coming.
"Oh, sir...please...no..." the salesman pleads softly.
Hoodie smiles. The salesman is protesting, but he's learned to call him sir. Hoodie feels his cock flex in his pants. He stops and holds the zipper.
"No?...You don't deserve a reward, boy?" Hoodie says with fake confusion.
The salesman is confused. He starts to wonder if Hoodie is right and maybe he does deserve a reward. He shakes it off.
"No, sir, I don't. I don't deserve a reward," the salesman says, proud of himself for finding a way to avoid sucking Hoodie's dick.
"No?...Well then, you must deserve a punishment then. Shouldn't you?" Hoodie says, still pretending to be confused.
Hoodie begins to unzip again. The salesman is desperate to stop him.
"Sir, I think..." the salesman starts to say.
Before he can finish his sentence, Hoodie hauls off with tremendous force and smacks the good side of the salesman's jaw. Because the salesman is tied down, his face absorbs the full brunt of Hoodie's blow. The salesman is dazed. His head rings again. His jaw aches all over. The salesman's head slowly tilts to one side. His eyes roll back and then return. The salesman tries to regain some awareness of what's happening. Hoodie tugs up on the belt with a jerk.
"Uggcchh!!" the salesman gags.
Hoodie drops the strap. The salesman can't see straight as he gasps. Hoodie reaches under the salesman's sore jaw and squeezes. He pulls his head up roughly.
"Look at me, boy" Hoodie barks at him.
He watches the salesman's head slowly list to one side, like he's drunk. His eyes are glazed over and unfocused as he looks up at Hoodie.
"You don't get to think. You hear me?" Hoodie says firmly.
The salesman looks blankly at Hoodie. His mind is still in a fog from all of the smacking he's taken. He feels like he might pass out.
"Answer me, boy," Hoodie bellows.
The salesman is confused. He's not sure what the question was. He gives up trying to figure it out and simply agrees.
"Yes, sir...I'm sorry, sir....I'll be a good boy, sir...I will...I promise, sir..." the dazed salesman doesn't really know what he's saying, but he tries to sound compliant so Hoodie won't hurt him anymore.
Hoodie jerks his hand down and lets go of the salesman's face. Hoodie sighs. He tilts his head as he looks at the salesman. He reaches out and gently slides his big hand onto the cheek he just walloped. The salesman closes his eyes and leans into it.
"I want to believe you, boy. But words are cheap," Hoodie says with some kindness.
Hoodie begins to caress the salesman's cheek. The salesman sighs softly with his eyes still closed as he takes comfort in Hoodie's big hand soothing his sore cheek.
"Show me yer a good boy," Hoodie says firmly, like it's a command.
The salesman opens his eyes as Hoodie removes his hand. Hoodie finishes unzipping and then unbuttons his jeans. The salesman looks up as Hoodie begins to drop his pants. He's not wearing any underwear. Hoodie's smooth groin is revealed first. Then the thick root of Hoodie's member is exposed. As the pants slowly come down, the salesman's eyes widen as he sees how thick Hoodie's cock is. When about four inches of Hoodie's dick are revealed, the salesman can see the beginnings of Hoodie's smooth ball sac. The rest of Hoodie's cock is still tucked into his pants as the salesman watches the pants come down and show more of the veiny shaft. Finally, the last of the fabric of Hoodie's jeans can no longer hold down Hoodie's nine-inch cock. It pops out and bounces in front of the salesman.
Hoodie's cock curves to the side. It hovers in midair as the hard shaft is freed from the jeans. The salesman can see Hoodie's cock head peeking out from inside his foreskin. Hoodie's smooth balls dangle underneath his boner. Hoodie lowers himself and draws his pants down further. He comes back up and stands in front of the salesman. The salesman's mouth opens in shock. He watches Hoodie's heartbeat in his cock as it bobs menacingly in front of his face. Hoodie sees the salesman's mouth open and he gets a satisfied smile on his face.
Hoodie moves his cock head toward the salesman's mouth. The salesman realizes his mouth is open and instinctively shuts it and turns his head. Hoodie slams his hand on the side of the salesman's face aggressively and holds it there. The salesman's head rings as his jaw is clocked again.
"Be a good boy..." Hoodie growls in his deep voice.
Hoodie is delivering pain and comfort in tandem to blur the line between them in the salesman's mind. Hoodie knows from prior experience that if he does this right, the salesman will equate submission and pleasure. They will be imprinted in the salesman's mind as the same thing.
Hoodie softens his hand on the side of the salesman's face and caresses his cheek. At the same time, he encircles the belt strap around his other hand. He roughly grabs the other side of his face, pressing the belt strap into his other cheek. The belt tugs just enough on the salesman's neck to remind him of the punishment Hoodie can inflict.
The salesman is dazed. He's not thinking straight. He feels Hoodie's gentle caress on one side of his face. He feels the threatening belt strap on the other side of his face. He can be a good boy and receive pleasure. Or he can resist and receive punishment. His head is in a fog and he concludes that Hoodie is trying to be nice to him...that it's his fault that Hoodie has to reprimand him...that he just needs to be a good boy and Hoodie will be good to him.
The salesman closes his eyes and he nestles his cheek into Hoodies big, soft hand. He slowly opens his mouth. He opens his eyes and looks up at Hoodie.
"Good boy," Hoodie says to the salesman in his resonant voice as he rubs the salesman's cheek affectionately.
The salesman feels real satisfaction when Hoodie praises him. His mouth opens a little more and, without thinking, the salesman juts his mouth forward. While still holding both sides of the salesman's face, Hoodie swings his cock gently so it passes in front of the salesman's mouth. Hoodie's musky scent hits the salesman's nostrils. The salesman grinds his boner into the coffee table out of instinct. A wave of pleasure sweeps over the salesman as he feels the hardness of the table press against his cock. The scent of Hoodie's musky odor is beginning to be subconsciously equated with pleasure in the salesman's confused mind.
Hoodie moves his cock head forward. The salesman darts his eyes down and looks at Hoodie's bare crotch and thick shaft as Hoodie's cock head lands on the tip of the salesman's lip. The salesman slips his tongue forward and pokes gently at Hoodie's cock head. He can feel the heat on his tongue. Hoodie tightens his grip on the belt strap against the salesman's cheek. The salesman gets the message and slides his tongue forward, letting Hoodie's cock head rest on the flat of his tongue. Hoodie rewards the salesman by gently caressing his cheek.
The salesman opens his mouth wider and looks up at Hoodie expectantly. Hoodie smiles at the salesman as he cups his ear and strokes the sensitive area behind it. The salesman sees Hoodie's gorgeous face smiling down on him. He instinctively grinds his hard cock into the table again. Hoodie pushes forward. An inch more of his cock enters the salesman's mouth. The thickness of his cock fills the salesman's lips as they encircle Hoodie's cock head. He can really smell Hoodie's manly scent now. His hips grind his dick into the table.
The salesman can feel the warmth of Hoodie's soft foreskin against his cut lip. It eases the pain in his lip. In the salesman's mind, the soothing pleasure blurs the pain Hoodie inflicted on him. His mind is jumbling pain and pleasure as his transformation to submission is in progress.
"Good boy," Hoodie's deep voice reaches the salesman's ears.
A wave of satisfaction sweeps over the salesman. He thrusts his hips into the table and he leans more into Hoodie's caressing hand. The salesman opens his mouth wider and lurches his face forward in an attempt to take more of Hoodie's cock into his mouth. Hoodie pauses. He caresses and holds the salesman's head. Hoodie pushes his cock slowly into his mouth. The salesman pulls back in reaction.
"Be a good boy," Hoodie says firmly as he rubs the belt strap against the salesman's cheek.
The belt strap pulls a bit on the salesman's neck. He begins to panic as he realizes that Hoodie's cock is too big for his mouth.
"Open up, boy," Hoodie says demandingly.
Hoodie slides his caressing hand under the salesman's neck and pushes up slightly as the salesman feels the belt strap tighten on his neck. The salesman can feel his eyes water as he looks pleadingly up at Hoodie. Hoodie squeezes under the salesman's neck gently with his hand and suddenly the salesman's mouth opens wider. The pressure in the salesman's mouth is momentarily relieved and Hoodie pushes more of his cock forward.
"Good boy...mmm..." Hoodie whispers as he moves his hand to caress the salesman's cheek again.
Hoodie loosens the pull on the belt strap as the salesman swells with pride. The salesman has about half of Hoodie's cock stuffed into his mouth. The salesman can feel the head of Hoodie's cock pressing on his gullet. He grinds his hips into the coffee table again. He emits a muffled mewing sound.
Hoodie pauses his pushing. He gently caresses the salesman's cheek as he looks down adoringly at the salesman. The salesman sees Hoodie smiling down on him. Hoodie can see in his eyes that the salesman wants to please him.
Hoodie presses both palms against the salesman's cheeks. The salesman can feel the belt strap digging into his sore jaw as the belt around his neck tightens slightly. Hoodie begins to caress the salesman with his fingers behind both of his ears. The salesman closes his eyes in response to the pleasurable feeling.
"Take a deep breath, boy" Hoodie calmly orders.
The salesman keeps his eyes closed and inhales a deep breath through his nose. He takes in Hoodie's manly odor. The salesman's hips push into the coffee table to grind his prick against the hardness of the table. Hoodie bends his knees slightly, grips the salesman's cheeks tighter, hunches his hips, and pushes his cock forward.
The salesman's eyes immediately open as he feels Hoodie's head push through his gullet. The remaining inches of Hoodie's cock disappear into the salesman's mouth as Hoodie thrusts into him. The salesman sees Hoodie's abs come toward him as he swallows his thick shaft. His nose hits Hoodie's smooth crotch as he takes all of the cock in.
"Good boy...ahhhh...good boy...mmmm...hold it...such a good boy...yeah...you got it...good boy..." Hoodie praises the salesman as he caresses him behind the ears.
The salesman can't breathe. He feels pride that he's pleasing Hoodie, but he starts to panic.
"mmmfffpppp" the salesman coughs with Hoodie's dick buried in his gullet.
"Take it, boy..." Hoodie says as he holds the salesman's head in place with his palms.
"mmmfffpppp" the salesman coughs again.
"Be a good boy," Hoodie gently reminds him.
Tears start coming from the salesman's eyes. His face begins to redden. He tries to pull his head back, but Hoodie holds him tightly in place. Hoodie keeps caressing him behind the ears. Hoodie starts to withdraw his prick from the salesman's mouth. Just as his cock exits the salesman's gullet, the salesman starts to hurl. Hoodie pulls his cock out of his mouth just in time as the salesman's head lurches forward.
"Rrrruuuhhhh....rrrruuhhhh...rrrruuhhhh..." the salesman vomits small amounts of fluid onto the floor below him.
Hoodie stands there with his slimy cock pulsing in the air, holding the belt strap loosely in one hand. He looks down and sees the mostly clear vomit on the carpet under the salesman. The salesman gasps for breath. He finally looks up at Hoodie. His eyes are all watery and red. There is spittle all over the salesman's lips and chin.
"I'm sorry, sir...I'm sorry, sir..." the salesman keeps repeating softly as he looks at Hoodie for some kind of response.
Hoodie reaches down with his hand and caresses the salesman's cheek.
"Relax, boy," Hoodie says with tenderness.
Hoodie looks down on the salesman with a gentle demeanor. The salesman looks up at Hoodie's beautiful face. He feels Hoodie unwrapping the belt strap from his other hand. He feels Hoodie place it on his back. His hand comes to his cheek. Hoodie is now holding both side of the salesman's face, caressing both cheeks. The salesman can feel the tender strokes of Hoodie's big hands. He grinds his hips into the table, generating another wave of pleasure.
"Are you ok, boy?" Hoodie asks as gently as he can.
The salesman feels comforted by Hoodie's concern. He feels pride that Hoodie no longer has to hold the belt strap to keep him in line. He leans into Hoodie's hands.
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," the salesman says as he looks into Hoodie's blue eyes.
"Good...open up," Hoodie says as he lines his cock up with the salesman's mouth.
The salesman is surprised. He thought after the vomiting and Hoodie's gentle response and the way he let go of the belt, that he was going to back off. But that wasn't the case. The salesman quickly opens his mouth as Hoodie's dick comes forward. Hoodie's dick connects with the rim of the salesman's lips as he thrusts harder. Hoodie's cock head hits the back of the salesman's throat with some force.
"Uuummmggg," the salesman utters in surprise as he realizes what is happening.
Hoodie's shaft pushes through the gullet and after some initial resistance sinks into the salesman's throat. The salesman looks up to see if he is pleasing Hoodie. Hoodie looks down with satisfaction as he watches his cock disappear.
"Good boy..." Hoodie says in a somewhat loud voice. "I'm so proud of you, boy," Hoodie praises him.
Hearing the satisfied reaction from Hoodie, the salesman can't help it. He grinds his cock into the table on a slow rhythm as Hoodie holds his cock deep inside the salesman's throat.
"Good boy..." Hoodie says as he continues to hold the salesman's head in place.
Hoodie can see the salesman's eyes water and his face starts to turn red. But the salesman doesn't panic. He keeps grinding his hips into the table as Hoodie's cock is buried down his throat.
Hoodie slowly withdraws his cock. As it passes out of the salesman's gullet, he inhales quickly through his nose. Without prompting, the salesman begins to suckle Hoodie's cock as it slowly withdraws. He leans his head forward as his tongue and lips try to keep Hoodie's cock inside his mouth. Hoodie smiles as he holds the salesman's head in place and pops his cock out of the salesman's mouth. The salesman's tongue juts out a couple times and his lips purse as he tries in vain to keep a hold on it.
As Hoodie's spit-soaked cock hangs out of reach of the salesman, he notices that the salesman's grinding into the table has stopped.
"Are you a good boy?" asks Hoodie with a playfulness to his voice.
"Yes, sir," says the salesman as he parts his lips and looks up at Hoodie hopefully.
"Show me" Hoodie commands.
Hoodie grips the salesman's head tightly and shoves his cock into his mouth, through his gullet, and all the way in, deep inside, until the flesh of his groin is pressed against the salesman's nose and lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm" the salesman's muffled grunt comes out of his nose as he begins to grind his hips into the table again.
Hoodie withdraws his cock from the salesman's gullet. The salesman uses that opportunity to breathe in and suckle Hoodie's cock. Then Hoodie thrusts into the salesman, driving into his gullet. The salesman squeezes his gullet around Hoodie's buried cock.
"Oh, fuck! Good boy!" Hoodie gasps in surprise at the feeling.
He re-grips the salesman's head and holds him in place. Hoodie waits for the salesman to squeeze his gullet again. He does. The salesman pulses once, twice, three times with his gullet, squeezing Hoodie's cock. Hoodie withdraws his cock, popping the head out of the salesman's gullet, but leaving it inside the salesman's mouth.
The salesman is invigorated by Hoodie's satisfaction and praise. He attacks Hoodie's cock with his lips and tongue. He suckles on it, licks the sensitive head, slurps on the shaft, and turns his head back and forth trying to show Hoodie that he is a good boy.
"Gummmpppfff" the salesman utters as Hoodie suddenly thrusts his cock into his gullet.
As Hoodie holds himself buried deep down the salesman's throat, Hoodie feels the salesman pulse his gullet over and over in quick pulses, squeezing his shaft.
"Oh...good boy...good boy..." Hoodie bellows in a loud voice, reveling in the feeling.
Hoodie watches the salesman's bare, hairy ass. It gyrates up and down as it thrusts the salesman's cock against the table. Hoodie withdraws his cock slowly. As his head exits the salesman's gullet, Hoodie hears him take in a deep breath. He leaves about three inches of his cock inside the salesman's mouth. Hoodie starts to hear little mewing sounds from the salesman as he suckles his shaft and flicks his tongue around the head. Hoodie pulls his cock completely out of the salesman's mouth. The salesman gasps and looks up expectantly as he tries to catch his breath. His grinding stops. Hoodie lets go of the salesman's head and puts both of his hands on his own naked ass cheeks, his elbows bend out at his sides.
"Are you a good boy?" Hoodie asks in his commanding voice.
"Yes, sir," replies the salesman as he looks up at Hoodie and opens his mouth.
"Show me," demands Hoodie.
Hoodie thrusts his cock forward and drives it until he's deep throating the salesman. He sees the salesman thrust into the table. Hoodie pulls all the way out. Spit drips off his cock and clings to the salesman's chin. The salesman gasps for breath.
"Are you a good boy?" Hoodie asks again in his commanding voice.
"Yes, sir," the salesman says louder than before and then opens his mouth expectantly.
"Show me!" bellows Hoodie.
"Ooaaahhmmm" the salesman utters as Hoodie thrusts his cock all the way down his throat again.
Hoodie watches as the salesman thrusts his hips once into the table. Hoodie withdraws all the way, dangling his spit-soaked cock in front of the salesman's gasping face.
"Are you a good boy?" Hoodie breathily asks.
"Yes, sir," the salesman says with pride and eagerly opens his mouth for Hoodie.
"Show me," commands Hoodie.
He thrusts all the way down the salesman's throat. The salesman squeezes his gullet around Hoodie's cock in quick pulses as he twists his head slightly one way, then the other.
"Fuck!" Hoodie whispers.
Hoodie notices that the salesman has stopped grinding his hips. The salesman is focusing on Hoodie's pleasure at the exclusion of his own.
Hoodie withdraws his dick all the way and lets it hang in the air. More spit dribbles onto the floor, mixing in with the salesman's vomit. The salesman gasps for air as a slight smile creeps across his lips. He looks up at Hoodie.
"Good boy," says Hoodie.
He takes the salesman's face into his hands and caresses both cheeks. The salesman closes his eyes and presses his cheeks into Hoodie's hands.
"Thank you, sir," says the salesman softly as pleasure and submission are now jumbled together in the salesman's mind.
Hoodie lets go of the salesman's face and steps back. He pulls his pants up but doesn't zip or button them. He picks up the belt strap and moves to the other side of the table, behind the salesman. He drops his pants. They fall to above Hoodie's knees, exposing his mostly hard cock.
"Are you proud to be my boy?" Hoodie asks the salesman.
"Yes, sir," the salesman says with confidence.
"Thwack!!!" Hoodie uses his open hand and slaps one of the salesman's bare ass cheeks with full force.
The table jolts forward an inch or so as the salesman absorbs the brunt of the slap. The salesman winces and holds his mouth closed to prevent himself from yelling out in pain. He breaths in and out noisily through his nose.
"Show yer pride," commands Hoodie, "push yer hole out."
The salesman grips the legs of the table and pushes his asshole out. Hoodie can see the salesman's hairy rosebud unfold. The brown circular folds spread out and the raw pink flesh inside is exposed.
"Thwack!!!" Hoodie smacks the same ass cheek again with the full force of his open hand.
The table jolts forward again. Hoodie's cock hardens and flexes as he enjoys wielding his power. The salesman's hole clenches shut from the impact.
"Be a good boy! Show yer fuckin' pride!" Hoodie bellows as he pulls back on the belt, tightening the salesman's noose, not choking him, but making it harder for him to breathe.
"Hhhgggmmm...hhhgggmmm..." the salesman emits raspy mews through his nose as he tries to breathe and suppress his cries at the same time.
The salesman pushes his hole out again. Hoodie keeps his grip on the belt but eases up on it so the salesman can breathe easier.
"Good boy...show yer pride..." Hoodie says.
Hoodie revels in his power as his now fully hard cock flexes and pre-cum appears on his cock slit.
"Thwack!!!" Hoodie smacks the salesman's now-reddening ass cheek again.
The salesman's asshole clenches shut again from the impact. The table jolts forward again. Hoodie pulls back hard on the belt, causing the salesman's head to jerk back.
"Uggcchh!!!" the salesman gags as his eyes open wide.
"Keep yer fuckin' hole open and show yer fuckin' proud to be my boy!" Hoodie booms as he pulls even harder on the belt.
"Uggcchh!!!" the salesman gags again and then no sound comes out of his mouth.
Hoodie's cock flexes. A sticky, thin string of pre-cum begins to dangle from Hoodie's cock head as it drips toward the floor. He lets up on the belt. The salesman gasps and tries to breathe again. Hoodie takes his big hand and gently caresses the salesman's red ass cheek. The salesman feels the soothing hand bringing relief to his sore cheek.
"Are you a good boy?" Hoodie gently asks the salesman.
"Yes, sir," the salesman rasps in response, "I'm a good boy."
"Show yer pride, boy" Hoodie says softly as he continues to caress the salesman's red ass cheek.
The salesman takes a deep breath. He exhales and pushes his asshole open. Hoodie watches as the salesman's rosebud opens up. He stops caressing the salesman's cheek. He pulls his hand away. He watches the salesman's asshole. He slightly moves the belt strap as a reminder to the salesman. Hoodie pauses. Just when the pause becomes unbearable to the salesman...
"Thwack!!!" Hoodie delivers another open-handed slap to the salesman's ass cheek.
The table jolts another inch or so. The salesman utters a short grunt as he absorbs the brunt of the smack. His asshole remains pushed out. Hoodie begins to caress the salesman's sore cheek as his cock flexes again.
"Good boy..." Hoodie whispers, "good boy..."
The salesman is breathing heavily through his nose. He closes his eyes as he feels Hoodie soothing his sore cheek. Pleasure swells inside him as he submits to Hoodie.
"Thank you, sir," the salesman says with pride.
Hoodie lets go of the belt and leaves the strap on the salesman's back. He pulls his caressing hand away. He reaches down and picks up some lubricant he brought into the room earlier.
"Close yer hole," Hoodie commands.
The salesman clenches his asshole shut. Hoodie takes the lube container and holds it up over the salesman's ass. He lets the lube drip down into the salesman's crevice. It starts to cover the salesman's hole.
"Show yer pride..." Hoodie commands.
"Yes, sir," the salesman says softly.
The salesman pushes his asshole open. The lube drips onto the exposed flesh in the inner ring of the salesman's asshole. Hoodie stops dripping the lube and tosses the container into the corner.
"Thwack!!!" Hoodie hits the salesman's raw ass cheek with full force again.
The table jolts. The lube in the salesman's ass crack shivers. The salesman keeps his asshole pushed open and he makes a soft gasp when he feels the impact.
"Thank you, sir," says the salesman.
"Good boy," Hoodie's deep voice echoes in the salesman's ears.
Hoodie bends down and unties his boots. He slips his sock-covered feet from the boots and slips his pants off. He pulls off his socks. Hoodie plants his feet beside the coffee table, in position to mount the salesman. He grips his toes into the carpet and bends his knees so they stick out to the sides. In this position, Hoodie's ass cheeks spread, exposing his asshole to the open air. Hoodie's hard cock rests on the small of the salesman's back. Hoodie adjusts his hood, pulling it forward, so his head is buried inside. He picks up the belt strap and wraps it around his hand. He makes the strap taut, so the salesman can feel it tighten slightly.
"Are you a good boy?" Hoodie asks the salesman.
He takes his cock into his free hand and smacks it at the top of the salesman's ass crack. Pre-cum splatters onto the salesman's shirt.
"Yes, sir," replies the salesman, "I'm your good boy, sir."
Hoodie leans down, his cock head slips down the salesman's lubed up ass crack, pressing against the space above the salesman's asshole.
"Show yer pride, boy" Hoodie commands as he tugs gently on the belt strap.
The salesman pushes his hole open. Hoodie slides his hard cock down until the head is resting on the salesman's slicked-up asshole. Hoodie presses his cock head gently against the salesman's rosebud.
"Are you a good boy?" Hoodie asks.
Before the salesman can answer, Hoodie thrusts his hard shaft all the way inside the salesman.
"Uuugghhh!!!" the salesman utters as his head drops.
The salesman begins to cry softly, stifling his urge to cry out. He feels the pain, but it registers as pleasure in his confused mind.
"Fuck!" Hoodie whispers.
Hoodie can feel the salesman's tight hole open up and swallow his cock, down to its base. The lubed-up hairs on the salesman's ass crack brush against Hoodie's shaved crotch. Hoodie maintains his downward pressure, holding his cock as deep inside the salesman as he can. He tugs hard on the belt strap. Hoodie's cock flares inside the salesman as he revels in his dominance of him.
"Uggcchh!!!" the salesman chokes.
The salesman's ass clenches shut involuntarily. Hoodie revels in the tightness of the salesman's hole before he pulls all the way out. His wet cock bobs over the salesman's asshole.
"Are you a good boy?" Hoodie asks.
Hoodie watches the salesman's asshole spread and push out.
"Yes, sir, I'm proud to be your boy," the salesman pants with what little raspy voice he has left.
Hoodie grabs the salesman's shirt with his free hand and tugs on the belt strap with the other. Then he slams his cock all the way into the salesman.
"Ohhhhh...sir..." the salesman can't help uttering in his raspy voice, "thank you, sir..."
All thoughts of thrusting his hard cock into the table are gone as the salesman focuses on the pain Hoodie is inflicting on him. In his confused state, he interprets it as pleasure. His pride at being a good boy for Hoodie has overtaken his own desires.
"More, sir..." the salesman begs, "harder, sir...please..."
Hoodie tugs on the strap just enough to cause the salesman's airway to tighten.
"Ccchhhuuuuhhhh..." the salesman rasps as he tries to breathe.
Hoodie begins fucking the salesman like he's a bronco rider. He maintains the tautness of the strap as he pounds his cock into the salesman over and over and over. The force of his thrusts cause the coffee table to jolt each time he drives into the salesman. Hoodie holds the salesman and the table in place with a fistful of his shirt.
Hoodie works his new submissive over as he continues to pound his cock deep into him on each thrust. Hoodie's dominance fuels his excitement as he feels the build up to his orgasm. He barks at the salesman in his final thrusts.
"Yer...... mine...... now!" Hoodie bellows his deep voice as he pounds deep into the salesman on each word.
"Yes... sir..." the salesman barely manages to rasp and then desperately tries to take in air, "cchhhuuhhh."
Hoodie's cock gets even harder in his dominance. He slams into the salesman and presses his cock as deep as he can. He pulls back on the belt strap. The salesman's ass tightens involuntarily as he chokes and his head is pulled back. He gasps one last breath.
"Uugghh!" Hoodie bellows as his cock pulses the first cum shot into the salesman.
Hoodie throws his head back further into his hood as he moans. His exposed asshole clenches shut as his prostate spasms.
"Uugghh!" Hoodie groans loudly in his deep voice with his second cum shot.
His pucker tightens again with his orgasmic spasm. The salesman's eyes open wide. He can't breathe. His face begins to redden.
"Uugghh!" Hoodie grunts again as his asshole spasms with his third cum shot.
Hoodie continues to groan with each cum shot as his exposed asshole spasms in rhythm. After the seventh cum shot, the salesman's eyes roll back and close, his head drops, his body goes limp. Hoodie drops the strap to allow air to flow through the unconscious salesman's airway. Hoodie continues to spasm his cum deep inside him.
When Hoodie finishes cumming, his body falls forward onto the salesman in exhaustion. He lies on top of him breathing heavily as he revels in his triumph over the salesman. Hoodie reaches forward and removes the belt from the salesman's neck. He feels his neck and confirms he has a pulse. He puts his fingers under the salesman's nose and can feel him breathing.
Hoodie lays there until he recovers. Finally, he lifts himself up. He winces as he slips his dick out of the salesman's ass and stands on the floor. He grabs the ripped pants material and swipes his cock and balls, cleaning most of the cum and ass juices off. Hoodie puts his pants back on, stuff's his cock into them, and zips up.
Hoodie sits on the desk chair. He slips on his socks as he watches the unconscious salesman's back rise and fall with his breathing. He stands up and slips his feet into his work boots. He props one foot up onto the edge of the coffee table near the salesman's hip. He bends down and ties his boot. He switches feet and ties the other boot.
Hoodie plants both feet onto the floor. He feels his pockets to make sure he still has his vape pen and the salesman's credit cards and money. He comes around to the front of the salesman. He unties the laptop cord binding his right hand. He picks up the belt and the laptop cord and tosses them so they land on the salesman's back.
He stands tall over the salesman. He digs his fists into his sweatshirt pouch. He rubs his cheek against the side of his hood.
"Fuck, yeah," he whispers to himself.
He hunches his shoulders and turns. As he walks through the hallway, toward the door, he pauses. He picks up the salesman's keys. He unlocks the door, exits the condo, and pulls the door shut. A few minutes later, Hoodie drives the salesman's car out of the condominium parking lot.
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