The Viet Bull Next Door

The usual disclaimers: don’t read this if it’s illegal. This story is gay, if you don’t want to read something gay then don’t read this. This story contains depictions of Asian dom white sub raceplay. If you don’t like that, don’t read it.

Thanks so much to everyone who has sent kind words about this story! I love hearing your thoughts, and love hearing suggestions and constructive criticism.

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From Chapter 2

Getting fucked so rough, so long, so brutally by Loc was incredibly painful at times. It was demeaning. It made me feel nervously uncertain about my role in the world, the truth of my identity all the way to the very core of my personality. But it also felt amazing. I suddenly had a new appreciation for everybody who submitted to me, including William. While I enjoyed dominating submissive partners, I’d never understood the appeal for them to submit to my domination. Now, laying here next to Loc I had a startling revelation. It was blissful to submit. To give up control to him was to embrace some psychological bliss, a nirvana I couldn’t possibly begin to analyze. While I was submitting to Loc, while he was using me and dominating me and fucking ke and controlling me and essentially owning me, I had no need to worry about anything in all of existence except his pleasure. Losing all my own agency, willingly giving up my free will, was in the most ironic way totally freeing.

“I’m glad,” Loc said. “I almost brought you in here for the first fuck, but I promised Willy he’d be able to listen in tonight. I figure hearing you like that through the wall would be a good way to start getting him used to the idea of his husband belonging to another man.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, and if I’m totally honest I didn’t fully comprehend what he was saying. I was still lost in the bliss of being fucked by Loc, loving it despite how, and probably in part because, I didn’t cum. I had no post-nut clarity, so it took what felt like an eternity to realize he just told me he was planning to claim me as his. Had, in his mind at least, just done exactly that. The whole experience was amazing, but it in no way made me open to the idea of “belonging” to Loc. I may have submitted to him, and I may even now plan to do it again, but I belonged to William and William belonged to me. But just as quickly as the concern about his choice of words came to mind I decided there was no reason, and more importantly no point, in arguing it right now. I deserved to relax and enjoy this moment, these feelings of blissful submission.

So instead, I relaxed into him. His body was warm. His right, hard-earned muscular pec was just pliable enough to be comfortable. 

“I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Loc said, breaking my train of thought on the status of our relationship, “I’m still hard. You’re such a sexy white boy that I wanna fuck you again, even though I still haven’t had enough time to go soft from pounding your ass less than 10 minutes ago.”

I was mentally crossing my fingers, but I didn’t know if I was wishing for him to say that he decided not to or praying he’d tell me he was about to fuck me again. I still felt like something was missing now that he wasn’t inside me anymore, but I was also exhausted.

“This time, though, I’m gonna show you a different kinda fucking with me,” Loc said as he moved my head to the pillow and pivoted himself to kneel in front of me, between my legs as he gently spread them. “This time, it’ll be slower. A different kind of passion.”

Loc took my legs and slowly, tenderly raised them to rest my ankles on his shoulders.

“More intimate,” he said, leaning over me and in the process bending my knees back. His voice was little more than a soft, affectionate whisper. He was taking as if to a lover, but his words were those of a master talking to his sex slave. “I’ll take a lot longer this time, and you’re so painfully obviously a natural bottom I know you need me to take my time fucking you. Shit, look at your face. You’re practically giddy. You and I both know you’re gonna love it. Don’t worry, cutie. When you’re a good boy and you take good care of me, I’ll take good care of you, too.”

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Chapter 3

A New Outlook on Life, Sex and Submission

Loc slipped the plug back out of my ass and put his cock right at my hole but didn’t move to invade me again. Instead, his hands ran up and down my thighs, slow and soft pressure, his callouses lightly tickling my skin. When he reached all the way to my crotch, he tinderly pulled aside the pouch of my jockstrap to set free my excruciatingly hard dick. I was surprised for not having done it myself when he was fucking me and trying to jerk off, but then realized that my focus was so heavily on surviving the fuck that I didn’t have room in my mind for anything else. Once it was released from the confines of the jockstrap, Loc slowly petted my balls with the tips of his fingers. The romantic Loc was back.

My balls drew in tight from the stimulation and my cock twitched so violently it slung a bead of precum all the way to my face. I was breathing heavily and whining softly like a bitch in heat from the stimulation. Then he took hold of my shaft and squeezed gently before he started slowly stroking, intentionally never touching the head with his hand.

“This time I’m gonna fuck you slow,” Loc told me. It wasn’t a question about whether I wanted it (I would never expect someone who had demonstrated himself to be as magnificently dominant Loc to ask at this point, anyway, just assuming my consent unless I said otherwise) but rather he was informing me about what was going to happen. “We’ll stop when either of us get close and switch back to foreplay. Plenty of kissing. It’ll be everything you expect from making love, except we can replace the emotion of love with erotic, passionate, consuming lust.”

With that, Loc moved his head down and his mouth found my left nipple. He sucked on it, bit it, licked it, kissed it. The whole time, I moaned and hummed and purred softly with my back arched slightly. When he moved to my right nipple, my noises got a little higher pitched and slightly louder. Still nowhere near loud enough for any neighbors to hear, but loud enough to demonstrate my ever-growing appreciation. Then he moved up to my neck, where he did the same thing. Absent were worries about hickies, though I knew from the first moment Loc latched his mouth onto my neck that he would be leaving me with several. My back arched as he bit and kissed my neck and collar bone, then my toes curled and I gripped fistfulls of his bedsheets when Loc started in on my right ear. His tongue danced around inside my ear. He kissed and suckled on my earlobe. 

Loc took his time working over my body. It was almost like he was savoring me, and savoring my submission to his power while he was at it. He went back to my nipples a few times, then slid down my body and licked at my taint. He went back to slowly, methodically stroking me as he did it. He never touched the head of my cock, but that didn’t stop me from standing right at the precipice. When my balls started drawing in and I felt the orgasm coming, Loc let go of me and backed away, stopped licking my taint before I even had the chance to warn him that I was close. He was good.

My Vietnamese neighbor gave me a full three minutes to calm down before he went right back to licking my taint. This time, instead of stroking my vick he caressed and rolled my balls around in his hand. Then he took one into his mouth, teased and played it with his tongue, then the other, then both. I was swimming — no, I was drowning — in ecstasy. What he did next, after suckling on my balls for a minute, was completely unexpected. Loc moved up and licked all the way up my shaft. Then he took my cock in his mouth.

For a man who I can’t imagine has ever bottomed even once, Loc obviously had years of experience in sucking cock. Within seconds I was moaning out that I was close. He stopped but kept me in his mouth, staying deadly still. I recovered and he started again. This time I managed to last a full two minutes. When I warned him this time, Loc pulled up off my cock and gently but confidently rolled over onto his back and brought me with him. Now laying on top of him, I felt Loc nudge my head down a little to his nipples. I licked and sucked on each one, reveling in their hardness. 

I could do this forever, worship his body and give my whole self to him and invite him to fuck me whenever he wants and live for him for the rest of my life, I thought. I felt a sudden ping of terror as I finished the thought, thinking back to my earlier fears. But that emotion didn’t stand a chance of surviving against the fulfillment and bliss and nirvana with which I was filled. So what if I lost my identity, my personality, my sense of self? If it meant I could feel this way, it was a fair trade. 

The odd part of my thoughts as I was thinking them was that I wanted to experience this with Loc specifically not just because he was beautiful or dominant or worthy, but because he was Vietnamese. Somehow, his race, his being an Asian man, made him, in my mind, better than me or William or any other white person. Any other person period, really. I thought of all the gorgeous Asian men I’d seen in my life. The beauty of Asian men was superior to that of whites. I thought if my classmates in college and my coworkers today. All hard working, never lazy and always more intelligent than myself or any other non-Asian person. Their intellect and wit was superior to that of any white or other non-Asian. I thought of their bodies, strong and resistant to aging. Genetically they were superior.

For some reason, and I’ll never be able to fully explain why, pondering on his natural and undeniable racial superiority as I went from sucking and licking and nibbling on Loc’s nipples to tracing and exploring his abs with my tongue was driving me wild. I knew my thoughts were beyond taboo. Speaking then aloud would be social and career suicide. Any suggestion of one race being superior to others was tantamount to extremism, but I couldn’t help feeling that one reason I gave in so easily to Loc was because I believed truly, even if not consciously, that his being Asian made him automatically supreme. It made me so deliriously horny to belittle and degrade myself by accepting that Loc had a natural, undeniable, unbeatable of superiority because he is Asian.

Loc let me take my time licking his body and when I got to his cock, which was of course bigger than mine just like almost everything else about him, he just laid back and let me suck and lick and worship it. Now that it wasn’t thrusting in and out of my throat at the speed of light, I had the chance to truly enjoy the feel of his cock. It was hard as steel, silky, filling. Satisfying. I explored it with my tongue. The head was full and perfectly proportioned but at the same time soft. It felt phenomenal on my lips and tongue and I kissed it, practically made out with it. At one point, I dove down all the way then used pressure from my lips on the way back up to pull the foreskin over the head. Then I spent what felt simultaneously like an eternity and a split second running my tongue around the head under the foreskin. 

Laying here in my stomach, my legs spread and Loc’s cock in my mouth, I suddenly understood why so many of the men I’d dominated had thanked me, not just after I’d finished dominating and using them but immediately after I’d made them suck my cock or even clean it with their mouths afterward. With about half of them, I never even needed to order them to thank me the first time. They just did. Now, here, the most vulnerable I’d ever been, my ass freshly and painfully fucked and still home to Loc’s cum, Loc’s cock in my mouth, I, too, felt a need to thank the man to whom I was submitting. Thank him for the experience he was giving me. Thank him for his dominance. For his cock. For the opportunity to suck it and feel it inside me.

I kept swirling my tongue around the head under the foreskin, rewarded by Loc’s soft humming moans of appreciative pleasure. His fingers were interlaced in my hair, but this time he wasn’t pulling. He was gently petting me. Despite the fact he’d just dumped a full load in my ass, Loc’s cock was leaking a near constant stream of divine, delicious precum as I worshiped at the altar of his dick. I savored its flavor, a pure but subtle sweetness. It was refreshing and, I’m sure just on some completely psychological level, energizing. I realized I’d never felt this with my husband or any other man before, and the thought made me question whether or not I’d ever really had great sex before. Of course, I had. But never anything like this. And I didn’t know if I wanted to go back to being on top or being dominant. 

After about two minutes of focusing entirely on the head of Loc’s cock, I slid my mouth down, pulling the foreskin with me, and started bobbing again, adding some suction here and there and keeping my tongue moving constantly, before going down and licking and sucking on his balls. 

Loc didn’t say anything as I was doing this, just hummed in pleasure and pet my head. When I went back to sucking on his cock, Loc gently pulled my head up by my hair. When I looked at him, he was holding my phone in his hand. I hadn’t even realized he grabbed it on the way into the bedroom.

“What’s your passcode?” he asked me.

Without hesitation I told him, knowing it was weird but so hungry to have his cock back in my mouth that I didn’t feel like asking any questions.

“Good boy,” Loc said. “You want my cock some more while I add my face to the ID to unlock it?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Again, I didn’t hesitate. After all, if he had my passcode what harm would it do to add his face ID? 

“When I’m done with that, I’ll record a video of you sucking my cock. Do you want that, baby boy?”

I would say yes to anything at that point if it meant getting him back in my mouth. Besides, if it was on my phone what did it matter?

“Yes, daddy.”

Still holding me up gently by my hair, he added his face ID before turning his attention back to me. 

“Ask me to make a video of you sucking my cock, babe.”

He pressed record.

“Will you make a video of me sucking your cock, daddy?” I asked him.

“Anything for you cutie,” he answered. Then he loosened his grip and let me dive back down on his cock. I devoured it, desperate to make up for the precious few minutes I’d lost while he held my head up. I eventually slowed back down, but Loc didn’t say anything or give me any indication that I should or shouldn’t keep the same pace. He really was allowing me the freedom to give him head however I wanted. 

It was a strange way to think about it, I thought as I swirled my tongue around his silky soft but hard as iron cock. As I savored the clean taste and the ecstasy of the texture, I noted that while I was practically commanded to worship his cock I saw the choice of how I would do it as freedom. I knew my hunger for his dick and my desperation to please him were wildly exaggerated by the thick lust fog permeating my brain, but I knew the  truth to be that my pathetic, subservient, racially self degrading mindset weren’t caused by my hormone addled state but rather unlocked, liberated by it. This was a part of my true nature I’d never before discovered, much less explored. The steel hardness of his shaft, the sponginess of his cockhead, the flavor of his precum, the texture of his skin. All of it was intoxicating, yes. It altered my brain. But it did so in a way that I was learning more about myself, identifying new and unique ways to experience pleasure. And if the mental alteration were irrevocable, I somehow knew I would be OK with that.

I sucked on Loc’s cock until I felt an urge to further demonstrate my inferiority and devotion to him. I’ve never had a foot fetish, and the thought of kissing or licking on his feet or sucking on his toes was borderline repulsive to me. But it seemed the ideal way to demonstrate my exuberant submission to him, by doing something so demeaning and out of character. So I slid down, his hand slipping out of my hair, and licked his legs as I went until I reached his feet. Not intending to turn back but still sickly nervous, I gave a tentative sniff. They were clean, odorless. The soles of his feet were as if he’d just washed them and they hadn’t touched the ground since. I hesitantly stuck out my tongue and licked the big toe on his right foot. Loc sighed in approval.

When I took the toe into my mouth I realized my appreciation for feet was still nonexistent. But it also gave me a thrill. The act felt intense and taboo. It was at that point, at least in my mind, the most extreme demonstration of submission I’d committed in my life. I sucked on his toe, silently thankful that his feet, like the rest of his body, save a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair, smooth. I went slowly from one toe to the next, then did the same with his other foot, sucking on them the same as I did his cock, swirling my tongue.

Then I went back up and moved the top of my head to his hand so he could resume his light grip on my hair. But this time he didn’t let me go back to his cock. Instead, Loc pulled me gently, more a motion of suggestion than an act of force. I went up and latched onto his left nipple when he stopped pulling. He graciously allowed me to suckle and nibble and lick and suck on it for a while, then moved his arm holding my phone away and, I saw out of the corner of my eye, changed it to the front facing camera before releasing my hair and wrapping his arm under mine and pulling me up to kiss him. It was a deep, long, slow, sensual, passionate kiss. I forgot about the video and melted into him. His hand was suddenly at my face, his thumb on my jaw and his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. As I felt his tongue explore my mouth, his thumb slipped down and around my throat, applying the lightest of pressure. He wasn’t choking me, but as I tightened my right arm around his back from under his left arm to his right shoulder and gripped his right pec in my left hand I was instinctually telling him he could squeeze as hard as he wanted and I wouldn’t resist. My eyes closed, when his face turned ever so slightly to my left I imagined his eyes were open and he was looking at the camera. I can’t explain why that turned me on even more, a feat I would have assumed was impossible.

When he broke the kiss I kept my eyes closed for a moment before opening them. I was right. He was looking at the phone, watching me on the screen. He quirked a cute, cocky grin before turning to look me in the eyes.

“Put me inside that tight hole of yours,” Loc ordered me. 

I reached back with my left hand to find him still throbbing hard. I arched my ass up, lined the head of his cock up with my hole then slowly lowered my ass back down. He slipped inside me, much more easily than when he’d first used his cock to stake his claim on my body. 

I didn’t need any instruction. Or so I thought. When immediately I started riding his amazing cock, reveling in how I felt full again, not just physically but spiritually as I moved in quick and erratic bounces, Loc put his hands on my hips and pushed me down to his balls, holding me there.

“Slow,” he commanded me, looking me in the eyes in such a way I might believe he was reading my entire existence, my past lives, my current needs and desires that even I couldn’t read in myself and my future that I was quickly, hornily growing to accept would have him in it as a domineering figure.

I looked back into his eyes and felt his power. I knew that Loc truly could see my soul and understand me better than I could myself. The passion that filled me defied logic or ration. I slowly lifted myself up, Loc’s calloused hands still on my hips, then lowered myself just as slow. I could feel his cock inside me twitch. I could feel the head driving deep inside me, stretching my insides in preparation for the rest of his shaft. 

“That’s it, baby boy,” he whispered. 

I moaned the next time I moved up and felt his cock leaving my hole, then whimpered like some femboy bottom slut as I lowered myself back down on him. My own cock was rock hard as I rode his, twitching constantly as Loc’s awe-inspiring manhood stimulated non-stop my g-spot. His right hand slid up my side from my waist to my back, on my shoulder blade. He slowly pulled me down toward him.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered me as he drew me closer.

Then he kissed me. A religious revelation, his cock up my ass and his tongue in my mouth. In that moment, I would do anything Loc said. Follow any order, say any words, go any place, give him anything. I felt his tongue shoving around in my mouth and without realizing it I picked up the pace just a little bit. 

Suddenly I was on my back. Loc rolled us over without pulling his cock out of my hole or breaking our kiss and took control of the fuck. His thrusts were powerful but steady and measured, not too fast but with plenty of force. This Asian adonis had me whimpering non-stop into his mouth as he continued to explore mine with his tongue. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist. I could feel each slow, confident thrust into my hole radiate through my hole body, making me tremble. It was like Loc was sharing his power with me.

When he started to pick up the pace it started to hurt a little. My hole was already stretched but I was doing my best to keep it tight around his cock without pushing it out. Each time he pulled out my body wanted to resist, worrying he would leave me. Each thrust in I felt my muscles relax as he hit all the right spots. My balls were now pulled up tight and I felt the cum building.

“Close,” I managed to mumble around his tongue. Loc stopped, his cock fully buried inside me. He kept kissing me, my pants suddenly loud in my ears. His too. The hand behind my back slid around, brushed my nipple and then rested on the side of my face, his thumb back where it was when he lightly choked me before.

Loc gave me a minute to calm down and I felt my balls relax, coming back from the edge of my orgasm. Then he started thrusting again, slower this time. He applied pressure with his thumb again, this time enough to actually make my gasps into wheezes. I melted into it. My brain was so fucked up, so corrupted by the lust clouding all my judgment and robbing me of my inhibitions more effectively and completely than any other intoxicant. I felt it throughout my whole body, a radiant warmth that somehow made me shiver. I couldn’t control my body. My arms flexed and relaxed, my legs tried to pull him back into me each time he pulled out, but my knees were so weak at this point I couldn’t actually leverage any control.

Loc picked up the pace and pulled back from the kiss. He used the hand on my face and neck to pull me to his chest. I latched onto his nipple and began frantically tonguing it. Loc picked up the pace more.

“Close,” I spattered against his hard, muscled chest before I went back to stimulating his nipple.

Loc pulled out completely, so fast I didn’t have time to protest and leaving me whimpering and feeling like I’d lost something. Then he grabbed my balls with the hand that was around my hip and squeezed, not hard but enough to stop my impending orgasm in its tracks.

“I was close too,” he said with a sly grin, still squeezing my balls but loosening his grip.

 Then he went down, taking my sore balls in is mouth and swirling them around with his tongue. I took fistfuls of the sheets and moaned as the hand on my face and throat increased pressure and the hand he’d used to squeeze my balls slid up my body to tweak my nipples. My back arched and my eyes slammed shut. When he spat my balls out, Loc licked between them and my legs, then my taint before he slid back up and shoved his tongue back in my mouth. The hand on my nipples went to his cock, which he shoved brutally back in. I grunted into his mouth but didn’t resist. My arms went around his back, then Loc surprised me by slipping his free hand behind my back and picking me up. 

Loc sat back on his heels and held me tight to his chest. As he started fucking me again, his hand on my face and neck went fully around my neck and he squeezed harder. He pushed me back by my neck and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. Both of us had our mouths wide open, his to breath heavily as he exerted himself to pound my hole and mine to suck in what little breath I could as Loc choked me.

Loc was loosing restraint, I could tell. Not just because he was choking me harder, but also because he only fucked me like that for a few minutes before he fell back and pulled me on top of him. My Asian dom pulled my ass up a little and positioned himself to fuck up into me. Then he rolled me over again to my back. Now we were at the foot of the bed, my head hanging off the side. I was whimpering and moaning and whining what little I could with my breathing restricted by his strong hand. I was starting to feel lightheaded, but I did nothing to stop him from choking me. I loved it.

Loc’s hand behind my back slipped out from under me and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling my head up to kiss me again before letting it go and releasing my throat. I coughed and sputtered as I drew in rushed, ragged breath. One hand went to my hip while the other grabbed my balls, this time gently, and rolled them around.

I felt it building again and warned Loc. He let go of my balls and slapped me. I felt it sting but instead of crying out in pain I whined in ecstasy. I warned him again that I was close and Loc grabbed and squeezed my balls, harder this time, without stopping his fucking into my hole. I cried out in pain and he released them.

“Thank you, Daddy” I whined, truly grateful he’d brought me back from the edge without even slowing his use of my hole. “Not close now.”

He flashed a sardonic grin and grabbed my ankles, throwing them up over his shoulders. Then, with his hands on my hips again, he pulled me back off the edge before grabbing my left ankle and kissing the sole of my left foot. When he did it, though, it wasn’t like my kissing and licking his feet. I did it to show submission. He did it because he wanted to, and it showed his domination. He could kiss my feet if he wanted to. He could slap my face if he wanted to. He could suck my cock if he wanted to. He could crush my balls if he wanted to. He was in charge, he could do what he wanted and no matter if it felt dominant or submissive for others to do it, because of his power and control, his actions would always be dominant.

Loc slid is hand from my left ankle down below my knee, then moved his other hand behind my right knee. He bent be practically in half and raised himself up, giving him the leverage to power fuck me even harder but instead slowing his thrusts. Already, I was on the edge again. 

“Close, Daddy,” I warned once again.

My hands not even touching my cock, I felt the cum building. I fought to keep the cum from shooting up my shaft and out my cock, feeling it burn at the base below my balls.

“You’re gonna take it till I cum, baby boy,” he growled at me. “Even if you cum first, you’re gonna take it till I’m done.”

That was all I could take. Jet after jet of hot, thick cum exploded from my cock. It was so forceful the first volley flew over my head. The second hit me in the face. The third hit Loc on his neck, the forth his chest, the fifth and final blast my chest, then dribbled out onto my abs.

True to his word, Loc didn’t stop or slow. But I didn’t want him to. The post-nut clarity I had subconsciously feared didn’t come. I was still flooded with hormones. I’d heard, even from the subs I’d continued to ravage after they’d finished, that getting fucked went from feeling great to hurting after shooting your load. But I didn’t experience that. My cock stayed hard and jumped as Loc kept pounding my prostate as he drove his cock into me to the hilt. I wasn’t going to cum again from it, I knew, but I still didn’t want it to end yet.

Loc picked up the pace, then his trusts became less coordinated and more erratic before suddenly Loc buried himself all the way and shook, holding it there. He let out a breathy moan and looked at me with wide eyes. I felt each hot explosion of cum deep inside me and each felt like a gift from this powerful and dominant Viet man.

When he was done, Loc slowly lowered himself onto me and locked his lips to mine. No tongue this time, he slowly kissed me as we both slowly, almost imperceptibly came down from the high of sex and orgasm. Loc eventually pulled out from me, still hard and leaving me feeling empty and sad. He grabbed a hand cloth he’d had folded up on his nightstand and kissed me as he wiped both of us clean. Last he wiped the cum leaking out of my hole, then put the plug back in. It wasn’t as tight this time, but I was quietly thankful to have it back there. It wasn’t much, but at least it left me feeling a little less empty.

Still kissing me, Loc pulled me up to the head of the bed and under the blankets, then he laid my head on his chest and ran his fingers through my hair as I felt the exhaustion of enduring — no, not enduring because that implies negativity. The exhaustion of experiencing — getting fucked by such a powerful, confident, worthy, dominant man fell on me and suddenly I was consumed by the darkness of deep, dreamless sleep.

When I woke, I was sore and stiff all over. The plug in my ass was no longer pleasant but instead a stabbing pain. I was initially panicked, then remembered where I was and felt a sense of dread. What had I done the night before? What had I allowed to be done to me? I heard the shower running in the bathroom and smelled the odor of sex that filled the room. Keeping my eyes closed, I replayed the events last night. I was embarrassed at how easily I had submitted myself to him. I’d been so consumed and intoxicated by the sexy body of an Asian carnation of a Greek god, so overcome by his authority. I almost recoiled when I remembered calling him “Daddy.”

I knew I’d agreed to spend more than just one night with him, packing an overnight bag, but I decided at that moment I’d tell him I had to leave. Should I say I was feeling sick? No, why did I have to make an excuse? I could just tell him the truth, couldn’t I? That I didn’t want to continue? But somehow I felt I couldn’t. I didn’t want to face whatever reaction I would get from him. Anger? Disappointment? Apathy would be the worst, I realized. 

But why would apathy be the worst? It didn’t take much thought to figure out that, beneath my deep mortification, everything that happened the night before meant something to me. I needed it to mean something to him to. 

I slowly opened my eyes when I heard the bathroom door open. All my desire to leave, and most of my embarrassment, disappeared. Standing there in front of me was a god among men, a revelation of holy proportions. His hair was wet, as was his body. I watched the water glide down his side and get caught in his cum gutters, heading down to the towel wrapped low around his waist, just above his cock and hanging on his muscled bubble ass. 

“Good morning, baby boy,” Loc said with a cheeky grin. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” I answered, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked seriously, his eyebrows raised expectantly. I corrected myself quickly.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I watched Loc walk over and pick up my phone off the nightstand. I remembered I’d given him my passcode the night before, and now I regretted it but didn’t feel like I should protest. He took a selfie, then pointed the phone at me and took a picture.

When he tossed my phone to me I looked at it. He’d sent a series of texts to my husband with the pictures of him and me.

“hey willy had so much breaking in ur husbands hole last night”

“really turned him into my bitch as i’m sure you heard” 

He sent the selfie here. Glorious and sexy, with the late-morning light casting a golden glow across his perfect face and body.

“would you believe the second time i fucked this slut i made him cum hands free?”

“anyway, think i’m gonna keep him longer than expected. you can have him back monday morning”

Then there was the picture of me. I was an absolute mess, but still somehow incredibly cute (I don’t care if it’s narcissistic to say that about myself). Loc missed some of the cum that’d landed on my face when he was wiping it up and it’d dried in my eyebrows. I was looking up at the camera with a smile that might have suggested I was moderately high, which I guess I was after seeing Loc like that. 

Suddenly the message changed from delivered to read. Then the three dots showed up.

“glad you enjoyed him. i think it sounded like he was having a good time. either that or hated it, but the pic makes it look like it was a good time. keep the slut as long as you want this weekend, but i’ll absolutely need my husband back by monday night. he might be turning into your slut but i’m still his bitch and my hole already misses him, and so does my throat”

“also my name is william, not willy”

“and if austin is the one reading this, i love you babe. have fun”

Loc noticed William had responded and snatched the phone from my hand and sat on the bed so I could see what he was typing.

“i’ll make sure to put on a little audio show for you again tonight. it he’s good and you are too, i’ll even consider fucking him in your bed while you watch sometime soon”

I asked him to tell William I love him too and he nodded as the fact that he’d just told William he’d basically turn him into a cuck sunk in.

“and my slut says he loves you too willy”

Then he locked my phone and threw it in the nightstand drawer. The way he closed the drawer spoke to some kind of finality.

“Go get your pussy cleaned and take a shower,” Loc ordered me as he pulled some jeans and a t-shirt out of his closet. “I put all your stuff in there. I’ll tidy up while you get ready. Oh, and clean that plug and bring it to me when you’re done with your shower. And no playing with your dick, it belongs to me just as much as the rest of you does now.”