An Authoritarian Ass Reflects

All discipline has purpose.

All purpose leads to experience.

Experience clears away ignorance to open its endurer for intimacy.

From intimacy comes inspiration.

Amorous instincts, controlled, can demolish barriers to understanding.

My instincts. My philosophy.

 Ex. The delicious melting effect as I slide in and out of my roommate’s body.

Took him a while. My arm-twisting succeeded. He gave up as he should. Shoulders really hurt.

His rectum spasms with gratitude now – or else, he knows.

“I’ll have you be subservient,” I told him from the start. “Let me decide as I want. That I want miserable you, you should regard as awesome.”

Whatever the period of time I have with a roommate, mine is the right to decide my treatment of his throat, of his ass. Of his nipples, if I care. If they merit.

I’d given him a fair appraisal, “Yours is a small penis and negligible balls, so you’re inadequate for most sex. Your physique and psyche are out of synch. I’m here to see that you focus on your scrawny ass’s potential to achieve high levels of satisfaction for you and others, especially for strong men with big dicks like mine.”

He’s a squealer, silly fool.

 “Yours is the unique opportunity this term to measure my diameter and length with what had better be your appreciatively evaluative interior.”

I talked like a superior being.

He whined.

I pointed out the health benefits of my penis’s exercises in him and of how frequently I’d empty my balls there.

“I know you’re religious, so be thankful that your ass and my great dick are god-given for the purpose of receptive congress.”

Fancy language makes no impression on this dolt.

“Here, take my offering. It will demonstrate the adequacy of your ass for my use.”

Want to give him some hope no matter how hopeless he really is.

By midterm, he’d wised up and tried to flatter my vanity.

Kindly, I was probing him with only three of my fingers when he asked, “Is that your cock?”

“No,” I jammed him.

“You mean it’s not?”

Gave him ten hard swats. Sounded like firecrackers.

“Oh lordy, what’ll happen to my ass? You must be hung like a beast!”

Right about that, he gave a histrionic sigh of pretend resignation. “For you, I’ll make the sacrifice. You can fuck me with your cudgel.”

His try to sound like a college student.

“Forget the idea of sacrifice. Your butt’s booty which I’ll pirate when I damn well please, as you know. Or have you forgotten your place in this room?”

There was no answer.

Well, I had him by the throat. He couldn’t breathe. Settled down or I wouldn’t have let go when I did.

Damn twit.

I’m thinking out loud. Why shouldn’t he always be in the mood for my adulation?

The way I screw him – he’ll never have better.

No sooner did I release him and mount his ass six times in a row to send him through a series of climaxes than he flayed my back with his nails screaming, “God!” over and over.

Told you he was religious.

 During a rest stop, he tried flattery again, “You’re a gluttonous divinity.”

Right he was, so I transfixed him to the bed.

Religion’s something!

I think I heard him praying for more manna. Or was he speaking in tongues?

Deeply touched, I moved my tongue through his quivering lips gently, inquisitively, lovingly, passionately, seeking response in kind. Got it – madly.

His ass, especially spanked in advance, peregrinated in every direction then and since. He couldn’t get enough of my domination, control, and possession.

Proof? Of course.

Near term’s end, rooted on my powerful dick, and toted face forward by my strong arms nakedly thus to the dorm’s renewal desk, he signed the forms for next term and the Roommates’ Oath of Allegiance while several other students looked on – jealous of the glow in his eyes.

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