Bred

I was sitting at the local gay bar just minding my business drinking a Corona when the door opened and HE walked in. Never seen HIM before. It was just after 5PM on a weeknight. The bar was somewhat empty, maybe seven or eight guys sitting around in conversation. I was the outlier.

i saw HIM looking around, scoping the place out. Nothing too fancy, just your typical neighborhood gay bar. HE was a good 6’4”, 200lbs, Hispanic, brown skin, a 5 day growth on HIS face, some slight greying in HIS chin, likely upper 40’s if I had to guess. Snug black t-shirt that hugged HIS bulging biceps and did nothing to hide HIS hard eraser head nipples. HE wore tight, snug jeans that looked painted on those tree-trunk thighs, and below the silver belt buckle a noticeable bulge that any faggot could see.

I felt my heart racing as HE walked in, HIS black boots moving in my direction and when HE sat in the chair next to mine I looked down at the ground. I couldn’t bring myself to look in HIS direction without permission. HIS presence made me sweaty. 

HE ordered a Jack & Ginger and in HISshort banter with the bartender I learned HE was in town overnight for work and lived a couple hours drive  from our location. Listening to HIM speak almost made me cream my briefs. I’m still locked in my cage and I’m constantly leaking jizz these days. HIS  deep baritone sounded so seductive, at least to me.

When the bartender took off to serve another patron HE turned toward me and spoke.

”Am I making you nervous? You haven’t moved since I sat down?”

”Yes, Sir.”

”Ahhh, I see. Well, you may look at me now and call me Sir Peter, that’s what my boys call me at home.”

I turned my head and spoke, “Hello, Sir Peter. Nice to meet you.” He had the most amazing green eyes, stern, yet kind.

”And you. Impressive you can spot an Alpha Male so easily. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. I have that effect on cocksuckers like you. I must give off a strong pheromone because they all flock to me like a moth to a flame.”

”Sir, you are a very attractive man, of course cocksuckers are flocking to you. I’m sorry, Sir. Maybe I should not have said that.”

”You can’t help it. Most can’t. To be honest, I love the attention and so does my dick.”

”You’re quite welcome, Sir. I’m always happy to be of service.”

”I bet you are. Come on, finish your beer. Show me how you can be of service.”

”Yes, Sir!” 

I took one long swig to finish that 2nd bottle of Corona. Yes, I was absolutely attempting to show off my oral and swallowing skills. Sir Peter gave me a wicked smile.

I threw some cash on the bar to cover my beers and tip and followed Sir Peter a few steps behind. When we arrived to the Embassy Suites, I stood behind HIM and when the elevator arrived we stepped inside. 

“Bend over and let me see that ass!”

We were alone so I gripped the wall in front of me and bent over. Sir Peter used his large hands to cop a feel and then HE whacked my butt when we arrived to HIS floor.

HE stepped out and I followed to room 812.  As soon as the door closed, HE barked, “STRIP!”

I pulled off my clothes very quickly. I had no intentions of disobeying any of HIS commands.  I left on my navy blue briefs and took a knee. 

Sir Peter kicked me in the nuts. 

“Off, take them off! What’s the matter with you? Not off to a good start are we?”

”Sorry, Sir! So sorry!”, I shouted as I pushed my briefs down exposing my remote-controlled chastity cage.

Sir Peter used the point of HIS right boot to toss my cock up and down in the cage. 

“I should have known you have an owner. You’re not wearing a collar?  Who has the key?”

”No Sir, I’m not owned. My fuck buddy, Jace, has the code.  I’ve been locked up for more than 3 weeks.”

”Stand up! Stand up, boy!”

Sir Peter squeezed my nuts so hard I thought they would burst while HIS face came close to my ear.

”You talk too much, boy. I didn’t ask you for a novel.”

Then HE pushed me back into a chair. Next, HE pulled off HIS belt and undid HIS fly.  HiS hard 8+ inch uncut snake torpedoed out at me. I may have licked my lips at the sight.

Sir Peter stepped up closer to me, wrapped HIS belt around my neck and pulled me onto his throbbing cock. HE eventually dropped the belt to place HIS hands behind the back of my head and forced me to choke on HIS dick. My eyes began to tear as he assaulted my face. I wanted HIM to fuck my face. I held onto the back of HIS hairy muscled ass as HE pushed his hot member down my throat. I was gagging, spitting, dripping in my own throat phlegm.

”Turn around! Let me get in that pussy!”

I hugged the back of the chair and Sir Peter spread my cheeks and spit into my crack. HE used HIS hardon to push HIS spittle into my quivering love knot. I took a deep breath and felt HIM, all glorious 8+ inches of HIM. buried in my snatch. Those dark plum sized bull-balls slapping against me as HE used me like a rent boy. We weren’t even in his room 15 minutes and HE grunted a loud load right up in my guts. Seven or eight strong pulses of hot Alpha seed splashed up in me. I spun around and used my tongue to drain every drop. I couldn’t get enough.

”Fuck yeah, boy. Go on, get my cock hard again. There’s more for you.”

I took to my knees to suck that magnificent piece once again. I gave HIM my best, no hands, all lips, mouth and tongue to work HIS tool to full mast. I was tasting HIS precum and knew he was not gonna last too long up in my hole.

HE pushed me hurriedly to the king bed and pushed me on my back. HE’d finally pulled HIS shirt off and I was blown away by HIS massive, fur covered chest and brown suckable nipples. Sir Peter leaned over me and impaled me once again. I raised HIM up off me just enough so I could get my tongue and mouth latched on to HIS. I swiped my tongue across it several times and felt HIS cock grow even harder inside me. When HE pushed HIMself up with one hand planted on either side of me, I sounded like a bitch begging HIM to breed my faggot ass.

”That’s it, Sir! Fill me up with that Alpha seed! Fuck yeah, show me how a real man breeds a whore’s ass!”

All the while my hands groping handfuls of chest hair, running my hands through HIS masculinity. I looked up at HIM in awe as HE raised his head toward the ceiling, HIS eyes tightly closed, HIS body tensing, looking so primal as HE marked HIS territory with his dick juice, a second coating of HIS essence adding to the mix brewing inside me.

Sir Peter collapsed on top of me as I caressed his strong back. His chest was wet and sticky against my smooth skin. I always love it when an Alpha is on top of me after emptying HIS balls inside me. That one act clearly signifying the superior and the inferior, as if I needed a reminder.

When Sir Peter roiled off me, HE was still half-hard.

”There may be another one in there, but you’re gonna have to work for it.”

I laid on my stomach with my face in Sir’s crotch. Sir Peter clasped HS hands behind HiS head and watched as I slowly worshiped His cock with my mouth. When HE raised his arms up, HE exposed the sense dark patches of pit hair. I wanted so badly to taste them, to taste the sweat of real, genuine, stud. I couldn’t help myself and I pulled off HIS dick and licked my way past HIS nipple and up to HIS right armpit. I pushed my face inside and inhaled, deeply. The aroma made my caged clit jump. I became light and heady after the second deep whiff. And then I took my tongue to the damp hairs. I moaned like a sick pig when HIS tang hit my tongue. I cleaned every nook and cranny. And then I did the same with his left armpit. My hole became ravenous for more dick, I needed to feel his maleness inside my body. 

HIS cock was hard as a flagpole once again so I mounted it. I gripped the headboard for leverage as I rode the full length of HIS shaft hard. All HIS cum was served as great lube, and soon I squeezed so hard and the angle working my P-spot, I gripped his pecs again as brought myself to orgasm, little drops of cloudy cream flowed out the metal sheath keeping my dick from erecting.  Sir grabbed my hips and fucked up inside me until HE blew a 3rd load in me. 

After I cleaned HIM off, I offered HIM my mouth as a urinal.  HE was worried about the sheets getting full of piss so HE passed.  I didn’t want to overstay my welcome so I thanked HIM and let HIM rest as I walked into the front room to dress and leave.

As I’m in the down elevator, I feel some of HIS seed leaking from my fucked out hole down my leg. I don’t care. I noticed a dark wet spot on the seat of my jeans in the elevator mirror.

i looked a bit fucked up as I walked by the front desk. I could feel the smirks and hear the judgment from the two guys working there. The humiliation and degradation made me blush, and turned me on. I almost thought of taking a second pass, but didn’t risk it. I just went home. I slept in those cummy briefs dreaming about Sir Peter, who very likely I’d never see again.