The Spindle: Introduction and Dominating the Neighbor By: Damien James Email: hitln16@aim.com
This story is complete fiction, and is not meant to offend anyone. All writing is entirely mine.
Overview: This will be a longer story, about the dysfunctional relationship of two high school football players. It's not a love story, at least not exactly, but one of domination and submission. The story will get much deeper, as we go along. For any feedback please email.
The Spindle:
Suspension.
Interweaving.
Jousting.
Bodies collide. The motors run into the grease of tight metal rings against metal.
The axis. The interworking DNA.
Together at last. Together forever. Together never.
The nut meets the bolt, with an expert jingling twist, until they become silent, and still. Yet, they are not permanent, fitted together so haphazardly.
The lives and the souls—the spirits; penetrating and receiving, mixing of fluids.
Sex and death, and life, it is all the spindle of pain and pleasure
Introduction:
I walked into the basement like Rob told me with a devious wink, and in the darkness I could almost make out the distinct shapes of moving shadows and the faint moans of heaving male bodies. I crossed the threshhold between the steps and a large wooden support to unmask the strong smell of male sweat and body fluids filling my nostrils.
A young man, supple and muscular, was lying on the table his legs spread wide. My father was plying apart the legs with his sturdy torso. My father's friend was at the man's mouth, holding him firmly by the head and slamming it down to the roots. Another young man, tan and beefy, was watching as he stroked. The football coach Keller was there also stroking, taking the head from my father's friend to do his own damage.
I see that beautiful figure martyred across a shoddy table with his legs spread wide. They all stand with dicks jutting out, waiting to use the spread skin before them.
I can smell the primal scent of sweat and animal anticipation, as these men focus on their prey, the supple skin calling for destruction. He is a hole, a slut, a place to use to grope, the trash dump of a natural order where men compete for ownership and a prize.
The information reaches my brain in an instant, and I'm only vaguely recognizing it, as the shock doesn't let me know if this is a dream or an illusion. I walked slowly closer, trying to adjust my eyes in the dark concrete space, cold and bare accept for two chairs against the wall, a couch, and the wooden table the men are surrounding. I move behind a pillar, to better look at the man who reminds me of my father, as he's sweatily slamming his way into the ass with deep grunts. The young man's ass is muscular, and clamping with each thrust, as the big cock fights its way deep inside the slut on the table, who is moaning and spreading his pretty legs with shaking and slapping flesh.
I'm standing at the end of the table now facing the man fucking, and it is my father evilly grinning without a word as he slams into the boy, who is still not facing me. My friend Matt and Coach Keller look somewhat uneasy when seeing me, but are still hard and stroking as they watch the scene. My dad's buddy is next to him, waiting for a turn, his large burly body ready to pound. The other older man is looking down at the table with a mixture of lust and disgust, and I realize that it's my boyfriend's father Nick.
Joey isn't my boyfriend exactly but something else. From the moment I fuck a guy I own his ass. It's not even a decision or a choice. Only men that like to be owned get my dick, and when they do they know who they belong to. It was different with Joey more than anyone else I fucked. Fucking him wasn't the problem. As I inched along the table and finally saw his square jaw, dirty blonde hair, pink full lips, and the way his muscular body was folded up, and the tight pink hole grasping, I knew it was him. But like I said, I realized fucking him wasn't the problem. As I looked around at the men around me I realized what the problem was, and how I had fucked up. There was only one thing to do.
- Dominating the Neighbor
When I woke up late for class, I didn't think I would end up with my face in a sweet ass. He reluctantly bends over, as I force him further by pressing on the small of his back. He has nowhere to go now, between me and the couch his face gets close enough to kiss. He's too slow to drop his own pants, so I pulled at the fabric, pants and underwear revealing the muscular tan ass of a real and eager man. I squeezed the hard flesh between my fingers, and roughly put down a smack.
He mumbles, trying to turn around, as I took hold of his neck.
"Shut up," I ordered. I'm not wasting time persuading, as he was already going to do exactly what I wanted or said.
"I don't know man. I don't know if we should do this," he said stupidly. I almost chuckle, looking down at the man slut, faking his hesitancy, as I pushed a bit of spit between my two lips, and let it fall between the crack of perfectly circular mounds, into the warmth between. I take a finger and brush between, as the globes tense attempting to stop me, gripping tightly around. I push further and harder, until the tip is placed at the warm little entrance of this man's hole.
He squirms, now realizing what will happen, trying to grab ahold of his pants to bring them up, but I know he wants me to continue, so I only press further.
"I know you want my cock," I said. "Spread your legs."
He doesn't listen at first, until I take ahold of his face, his big jaw in my hand.
"Do you want this or not? I'll kick you the fuck out right now."
"No."
"No what?"
"No don't stop." I force his face away from me, and continue to push my finger inside.
"Beg me," I said
"Please, fuck me," he said.
"You fucking slut. That's what you've been wanting for all this time. Coming here to check on me. Asking me about football. Just a filthy faggot wanting to feel my cock inside your pussy. You're going to get it now slut."
I take out my cock, half hard, taking hold of the back of his neck I force him to lie across the couch to suck on my dick. He goes for it hungrily, instantly trying to take it all in like a sponge, but in inexperience he fumbles, and I had to squeeze his mouth further open, as I force in more length. He's having trouble breathing, and I couldn't care less. He can suffocate if he needs to, I'm not going any easier.
"Take it all bitch," I further him on. It's funny seeing such a big masculine guy sloppily trying to take the entire length of my big cock. It's impossible for him, but he greedily tries to swallow like a little bitch. But it's wet enough, and I didn't get him to be my bitch for the morning to suck my dick. No—men don't fuck mouths.
I'm beyond asking, so I just pull out of his mouth, forcing him to let go even though I can tell he'd be satisfied to continue sucking. I don't wait for him to bend over the couch like before. I climbed on top of him aiming my cock at the ass. I move it until I feel the wet hole, perfectly closed, begging for a man to break it in. I could smell his hole on my fingers, so sweet.
It was only loosening the outside ring, when I hear him moan in his deep voice, half pain and half begging for more.
"Open it up slut," I said feeling him grip tighter. It's not going to stop me, but it will make it harder for him if I have to destroy it. I pull one of those perfect ass cheeks to the side, push harder, and feel the tight man pussy gripping me up like a hand. It's just wet enough to accept my force, but not enough that I can't feel every little bit of skin as I slowly inch inside. I feel the outside pucker with my fingers, as my dick enters, only a few inches as I start moving back and forth. He's in pain, but loving that he is all mine today.
"This what you wanted slut?" I ask needing to degrade him further.
"Ugh, it hurts man. I want it but it hurts," he said.
"Better get used to it. I own you now. You're going to be my own personal slut hole," I said holding his head to the couch cushion, as I hit into him with my cock further. I'm only halfway in, as his hole keeps trying to squeeze me out, but it won't. I'm going in all the way. I add more spit, leaning up and looking at the perfectly small pink hole winking up at me, still the tiniest pucker after having half my cock. I try to get more spit, and add my cock. I work faster, and before he knows what's happened, I'm fucking his ass like he's a five dollar whore. I use it just to please my cock.
I'm balls deep, my big balls smacking against his ass and hole, hitting his taint, my cock just wet enough to force him open. I'm reading to fill him up, and let stream after stream of hot cum shoot from my cock. I feel it tense up in my balls, seven big shots, letting go deep inside him.
"Take it all slut. Fucking filling you," I said.
"Ah, please," he says, finally moving his ass to meet me. He's finally getting what he came for, and opening up to make his hole a pussy for my use.
When done I pull out, his hole slightly open and entirely flooded with my cum, and he can't even help letting some out of the pink hole I've just seeded.
I pull up my pants and kick him out.
"Can we do this again?" he asks hurriedly pulling up his pants as I drag him by his shoulder to the front door.
"If I feel like it slut, now get the fuck out," I said.
"Yes, sir," he said. I couldn't help smiling about turning another guy. John's our next door neighbor, but just like every other guy young or old, he's serving my cock like a bitch. His son goes to my school, and hangs out with my same group of guys. He's not bad looking either, and smaller than his old man. My cock's growing again thinking about making them both kneel before me, or bending over in front of me, pink holes open and filled with my huge loads.