The Viet Bull Next Door

Usual disclaimers: if you can’t legally read this, don’t. If you’re offended by gay sex, why are you on this website? Don’t read it. If you’re offended by non-white men topping white men, group sex, domination of white men by non-white men or themes of cuckolding, this story probably isn’t for you.

This chapter includes scenes in a sex club that involve themes of implied consent (non-verbal and non-explicit) and consent granted on Austin’s behalf, without his express permission. If these themes are disturbing to you, it might be a good idea to skip that part.

Hope you enjoy, and I always love getting feedback, be it suggestions or constructive criticism or encouragement or praise (call me a good boy for writing this and i might cum).

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Chapter 4

In the harsh light of morning, Loc’s demanding and domineering attitude wasn’t as much of a turn on. I flat out didn’t like how he told me I belong to him now. But for some reason I did as I was ordered. Despite the fact that I didn’t like the situation now, hesitating or disobeying him as I watched him drop the towel and saw his beautiful uncut cock hanging there didn’t even cross my mind. 

“Yes, Daddy.”

The hot water felt good and loosened up my sore muscles. When I was done showering I walked into the bedroom with a towel around my waist and the black plastic butt plug in my hand, just as I’d been ordered. 

“Good boy,” Loc said, taking the plug and undoing my towel so it fell to the ground. “Did you clean this pussy well for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. “Clean enough to eat.”

And that was just what he intended to do.

Loc, now fully dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt with black socks, led me to the bed and bent me over it. He couched down behind me and spread my ass open and dove right in. His tongue circled my hole then pressed in. He nibbled and licked and sucked and the hormones that the night before made me into a mindless bitch in heat took over again. I was moaning and grunting and whimpering as he slurped and licked and bit and pushed his tongue inside me.

When he pulled away I had no warning before the plug was shoved right back into my ass.

Loc had my clothes for the day laid out in the living room. The tight, dark blue t-shirt, black Adidas booty shorts, ankle cut white socks and dark blue sneakers, but no underwear. I started reaching for the clothes but Loc gently batted my hand away. Instead, he dressed me. He sat on the couch and started with the socks. When he picked up the shorts he sat them on his right thigh and reached out.

Loc took hold of my cock and looked up at me.

“Am I a slutty little sub if I suck my boy’s dick?” Loc asked me with a sly grin.

“You’re never a slutty little sub, Daddy,” I answered. It felt even more strange to call this Asian man the same age as me “Daddy” while he held my semi-hard cock in his hand.

Loc smirked then let go of my cock and grabbed the shorts. I lifted my right leg and put it in the pants, then my left. He pulled them up but slowed above the knees. He leaned in, opened his mouth and then stuck out his tongue and used it to lift my cock and slide it into his mouth. With just a little suction he pulled back and made a popping sound when my cock left his lips. Then he pulled the shorts up the rest of the way.

After he finished dressing me, Loc led me out to the car. He opened my door for me and buckled me in, then got in himself and started driving. He didn’t tell me where we were going, so when we pulled in at a movie theater I was a little surprised. We walked in and right to the theater, taking our seats at the back. He’d bought the tickets online the day before. A waiter came up and scanned the barcode on his phone and he ordered food and cocktails for us — a salad for me and a burger for him.

I thanked him after the waiter walked away, but his expression when he looked at me was strange. It took a minute for me to register what he wanted from me.

“Even here?” I asked?

“Even here.”

“Thank you,” I said again, pausing before adding what he wanted to hear. “Daddy.”

He smirked at me, that cocky grin that made me swoon.

“You became mine last night,” Loc said. “You decided to submit to me, and I loved it. You can still belong to Willy when you’re with him, but you’re mine when you’re with me. I get serious with my sluts when I love their submission.”

Our food and drinks were delivered and the lights dimmed. The movie was starting. There were six other people in the theater, all of them in front of us and spread out.

“Sit on your hands and don’t move them,” Loc said. “No questions. Just relax and trust me.”

I did as ordered and Loc reached over and caressed my bare thigh. Then he slipped his hand up the leg of the shorts. He grabbed my cock, already fully hard, and pulled back the almost obscenely short leg of the shorts and started stroking it. So leisurely, so casually it was almost absentminded of him.

I felt a thrill of panicked arousal, even though the table in front of us blocked my cock from view, and that was if someone walked by us. Of course, the waiter would be checking every once in a while but wouldn’t come our way unless we signaled we wanted to order something. But it was still there. I trusted Loc, though, and tried to relax. I told myself that he was so confident he must have done this before and knew what he was doing. That helped the thrill turn into something positive.

“Eat your salad, pay attention to the movie and don’t cum,” Loc ordered me in a whisper.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, complying.

Loc stroked my dick slowly and casually for the whole movie. It was a torturous experience as much as it was a pleasant one. Loc knew exactly how to keep me on edge. I didn’t expect at the end that there would be a quiz when we got in the car. Loc asked me ten questions about it, and I only answered two correctly.

“I told you to pay attention to the movie,” he said matter-of-factly, his voice stern but without edge. “You’re gonna have to be punished later for not obeying me. For now, though, we’re gonna go and keep having fun.”

I didn’t ask any questions as Loc as he turned on the car and started driving. His left hand was on my thigh while he used his right to steer the whole time. When he stopped in front of a sex shop, I wasn’t even surprised.

“There’s a toy here I wanna get you as a gift,” Loc said as he turned the car off. “And I also want you to pick out three things you could use to really dominate Willy when you get back to him.”

We walked inside and Loc led me through the aisles to pick out the toys I could use in dominating William. He said I needed to get three of them. William, I knew, would he down for anything at least once, and after being so thoroughly emasculated by Loc I could feel a bit of a brutal dominant streak coming on when I thought of asserting myself with my husband, taking it out (consensually, safely and, hopefully, enjoyably for us both) on him. Still, I wanted it to be things he could possibly enjoy.  

First I picked an open mouth gag. I could already picture my husband on his knees, the back of his head pinned to the wall, looking up at me with pleading eyes as I fucked his throat, one of my fists tightly gripping his blond hair, and he was hopeless to close his mouth. I picked out a mid-range one to be cost-conscious but Loc told me to get the nicest one they had. 

Realizing William would be able to try pushing me away with his hands, I got some handcuffs, too. I picked out some cheap cuffs with a safety release William could use if he needed to, but Loc made me put them back and get an expensive, sturdy pair that could only be released with a key. Lastly, I picked out a pack of candles for wax play, something William and I had talked about several times but hadn’t gotten around to trying yet. Loc looked at my selections approvingly then put his hand gently on the back of my neck to guide me to the counter, grabbing a pink, 8-inch dildo along the way. He picked up a lighter for the candles and a black sharpie before turning to the woman behind the counter.

“I called about a special item earlier,” he told the cashier. “I’m trying to keep it a secret from my boyfriend here, so if we could avoid saying what it is I’d appreciate it. It’s under Loc. L-O-C.”

His boyfriend? Hearing Loc calling me his boyfriend was exciting, but I made a mental note to talk with him later about how my commitment to William came first.

The woman behind the counter smiled warmly and glanced at me, standing still as a statue with Loc’s hand still on the back of my neck as an unabashed demonstration of the nature of our relationship, with a knowing look in her eyes. I felt my face turn red with embarrassment, which makes it even more impossible to explain why I liked the scenario so much.

The cashier found the special item under the counter and took the hand scanner, crouching down to scan the barcode and put the toy in a brown bag before bringing it up to sit on the counter. Loc paid in cash (and I think winked at the cashier), a price much higher than I expected, and then handed the larger bag with everything we’d bought to me with an order not to look inside before leading me with his hand on the back of my neck out the door and to the car.

“I’m sure you’re gonna love using those toys you picked out,” Loc told me once we were in the car. “In a minute, I’m gonna get the chance to love using the toy I picked out for you.”

Loc drove us around to the back of the building and grabbed the bag out of my lap.

“Strip for daddy,” he ordered. I couldn’t believe it. Yes, it was the back of the building, but it was still broad daylight. 

I hesitated and he reached out and grabbed ahold of one of my nipples through my shirt, twisting it hard. I let out a surprised, pained cry and, my dick as hard as it’d ever been, started doing as I was told. I yanked my shirt over my head and Loc took it from me, tossing it carelessly into the back seat. He did the same with my shoes, socks and then shorts.

“Daddy’s boy is excited, huh?” Loc asked as he grabbed ahold of my steel-hard cock. “Ok. Time for your punishment for disobeying me at the movie.”

Loc got out of the car and I felt indescribable panic as he opened the passenger door.

“In about five seconds, you’re going to get out and stand there,” he commanded sharply, pointing at a spot in front of the car. “Hands flat on the hood. Legs spread. Head held up. Do not even think of covering yourself. Now.”

He stepped back and I once again felt that thrilling panicking arousal as I followed his orders without a word. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Each step left me feeling more and more lightheaded. I was dizzy with horror. There was nobody around but that didn’t mean nobody would happen upon us. I wasn’t even thinking about what came next as I got into the position Loc had commanded. I was, for the first time, seriously questioning my safety in his hands.

“You’re going to obey Daddy from now on,” Loc said harshly, his words slow and his hand caressing my bare ass. They felt even slower in my panic. How could he not be in a hurry to get this public punishment over with, too?. “I don’t particularly enjoy punishing my subs, but sometimes it needs to be done. I’ve found it’s especially needed in most white boys who submit to me, who have spent their lives believing what society told them about Asian men, believing that we’re docile and feminine.”

He reached down and stoked my balls.

“The punishment will come in two parts,” he said, continuing to tease my balls. “The first part, I’m going to spank you 10 times and you are going to shout out the number. You’re not going to say the number. You’re not going to whisper the number. You’re going to shout the number. Are you ready?”

I was on the bring of terrified tears as I nodded my head yes. But still, my cock was hard. In fact, at this point it was leaking. Was I unimaginably uncomfortable? Of course. But I was also inexplicably turned on, and Loc took note of it. Before he delivered the first spank, the Asian Man took my cock in his hand and slowly pulled it back until I tensed from the pain, then let it go with a chuckle. He delivered the first slap on my ass, hard and fast and sending an echoing cracking sound through the abandoned area.

“One!” I shouted, wincing in pain and my voice breaking and shaky.

“It doesn’t matter what’s going on, when I tell you to do something you do it,” Loc said, his voice soft and casual, the pace of his speech slow and unbothered. I wanted this to end, but he obviously wanted to take his time.

Smack. Wince. “Two!”

“Even if I’m playing with your dick in a movie theater, even if I’m doing it with someone else sitting right next to you, if I tell you to focus on the movie, you’re going to focus on the movie.

Smack. Wince. “Three!”

“I’m never going to put you in real danger. I may put you in dangerous situations, but you will never be in any real danger.”

In my current situation, I wasn’t entirely sure about the truthfulness of that one. Smack. Wince. “Four!”

“When I put you in a position where you feel unsafe, you need to put your faith and trust in me. You’re going to grow to enjoy the risk and panic of being exposed in public under my command, you might even start craving it. But you need to trust me, and never let the fear or the excitement of the situation, or the stimulation of what I’m doing to you, prevent you from obeying me.”

Smack. Wince. “Five!”

“Five more. Call them out quickly.”

One after the other, Loc slapped my ass, stinging and hurting me, as I shouted out the numbers until he was done.

“Good boy. Now, don’t move while I get ready for this next part.”

Loc walked back to the car and I stood there, my ass burning and panic coursing through me. He was absolutely right about one thing: even though I absolutely hated being exposed in such an unbelievably risky situation, I loved the feeling. I don’t think I’d ever felt so alive. I knew I’d never been so terrified, but I was also thrilled. And on top of the thrill, or perhaps at the foundation of my enjoyment of this experience, I was submitting, following orders that were so beyond risky without arguing. I felt proud of myself for that.

Loc came back with the dildo he’d just bought in one hand and a small bottle of lube in the other. He yanked the butt plug out of my ass and tossed it away, then bent down behind me and dove into my ass, eating my hole. When he came back up, Loc smeared lube on my hole and the dildo, then slowly pushed the toy inside me. When it bottomed out, Lov grabbed me by the shoulder and gently turned me around, holding the dildo in place with a free hand.

“Part two of your punishment. You are going to keep that dildo in your ass and couch down. Let the base rest on the going and ride it, up and down at a steady pace, and answer my questions, addressing me alternatingly as Daddy and Sir for each question, starting with the one I ask after this. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered shakily.

He let go of me and of the dildo and I slowly lowered myself to the ground, holding it in place until I was low enough I could rest it on the pavement of the alley, and started riding. It took everything in me not to collapse as I did it. The spanking and ongoing terror left me hurting and weak.

“What is your name?”

“Austin, Daddy.”

“Do you like being my good boy, Austin? Take a minute to answer if you need. Be honest.”

I don’t know why, but I didn’t need to take a minute. I knew the answer, even if it made me uncomfortable to say it aloud.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Look up at me and speak up. What do you like about being a good boy for Daddy?” I looked up into his eyes.

“I like being submissive to you, Daddy,” I answered whimpering, trying to put as much casual and natural volume into my voice as I could. When he just looked at me expectantly, I continued. “I like how you take control, Daddy. It makes me feel powerless and hopeless and safe and happy all at the same time. It’s exciting and different and scary and fun and thrilling, Daddy.”

“Do you understand why I have to punish you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me why you needed to be punished.”

My knees were shaking and my hole hurting from the size of the dildo, but at the same time the risk and humiliation were so hot and it all felt so good.

“Because I didn’t listen to you, Daddy. I let my fear and the way you were playing with my dick distract me from the movie. You told me I needed to pay attention to the movie and I disobeyed you, Daddy.”

“Will you disobey me again?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good. Get up, put the dildo back in the bag and get dressed.”

I was in such a rush I banged my knee against the car and almost fell on my face as I did as he told me. I heard Loc stifle a laugh. When I was finished, Loc was standing in front of the front passenger door with that trademark smirk, holding the smaller bag with the present he’d bought me.

“One last thing,” he said, holding that cocky and almost arrogant expression I was quickly finding to be the hottest thing in the world. “Lean forward almost 90 degrees here with your hands against the door and your legs just slightly spread.”

I did as he told me and Loc pulled down the back of my shorts. Then he took the toy out of the bag and held it up for me to see. It was an app-controlled vibrating butt plug.

“Just so you know, I was in total control of the scene here, too,” Loc said as he put a finger in my hole and found and teased my prostate. “I want to teach you how addictive and fun it is to be risky like this and be exposed in public, but I also called ahead and paid the cashier extra to move her car to block access to the alley until I was done.”

“When did you do that?” I asked him, wondering with an internal cringe afterward if I was allowed to ask. I wasn’t sure I would have taken kindly to that question if it had come from one of my subs.

“I called while you were in the shower,” Loc answered as he put the end of the plug against my hole and started slowly pushing it in. I loved the feeling of having something filling my ass again. I’d gotten so used to the old plug that I felt a little strange without it, and this one was longer and just slightly thicker so it really satisfied my new and increasing need to be filled. “My original plan was to fuck your brains out back here and then give you this gift, but then I had to punish you. I’m very adaptable.”

The plug all the way in, Loc pulled the shorts back up and gave me a light swat on the ass before opening the door. Sure enough, when we pulled around to leave the alley, the cashier was there in her car, smoking a cigarette. She put it in reverse, cleared the way for us and we drove out.

“How much did you pay her?” I asked

“Hundred.”

Loc took me to a mall next. I knew before we even parked that we weren’t here to buy anything in particular. This trip was all about playing with the new toy and, maybe just a little bit, making me feel erotically humiliated. Sure enough, when I went to open the door for him he hit a button on his phone and the vibrator in my ass lit up, one short pulse that had me awkwardly jerk. We walked around the mall for more than two hours, Loc using the plug to varying intensities and durations at random times. At one point he took me into a dressing room with him to look at a shirt he was trying on and turned it on to the highest intensity.

I opened my mouth wide in a silent gasp and near-silent moan and fell slowly to my knees. Loc chuckled at that and, the button down shirt he was trying on still unbuttoned, quickly fished his hard cock put and fed it to me, balls deep and down my throat to cut off my airway, for about 20 seconds before putting it away, stopping the vibrator and buttoning the shirt.

“How does it look?” he asked, amused and ignoring the fact that I was still on my knees recovering.

“Fucking fantastic,” I answered breathlessly and in awe. “Everything looks fucking fantastic on you.”

”Fucking right it does,” he replied, thick and intoxicating confidence in his voice.

When we left the mall, Loc had bought himself a new pair of shoes, some Pump briefs and the shirt he’d tried on after briefly fucking my throat in the dressing room for himself. He’d also bought me a new jockstrap, a pair of black see-through briefs and two outfits for Sunday and Monday so I wouldn’t have to go home and could leave for work Monday directly from his apartment. It was already dark by the time we got to the car, and Loc announced we were going for a drink.

We ended up at a gay club where we each had two drinks and danced until about midnight. When we left, he drove us somewhere else.

“This is a sex club,” he told me once we’d parked. “Have you ever been to one?”

I swallowed and told him no.

“I’m gonna take you in there and fuck you in front of an audience,” Loc said with a smile. “This is the kinda public play that comes with no risk. You can just relax and enjoy sucking my cock and getting fucked by me while people watch and admire us.”

We walked into the building and Loc paid. We were handed wristbands with RFID chips to unlock our private room (or pod) that we could have for up to twelve hours and buy drinks inside along with a small towel, barely big enough to fit around my waist. He asked if we’d been there before and both of us said no. While Loc had been to similar clubs, it was his first time at this one.

“You have to wear shoes and can wear underwear, but no other clothing is allowed inside, including in the pod,” the clerk told us. “You are allowed to have phones in your pod but nowhere else. There’s a shower room behind that door, and you are required to shower first, and then a locker room where you can undress. You’ll find bags to carry your clothes to the pod in there. Some level of consent is implied by entering here, but respect is required. You can look all you want, you can touch or suck until you’re told to stop, and that’s not always verbally communicated. If you want a guy to leave you alone, you can say it or you can gently push him away or shake your head no or whatever. If a guy in any way tells you no, you have to stop and walk away from him immediately. We have zero tolerance for violating that rule. If you do, you will be kicked out and banned. If another guy doesn’t respect you saying no, tell staff and we’ll take care of it. Understood?”

We both said yes.

“There are condoms at stations throughout the club. They’re not required but they are recommended. And please clean up after yourselves. And have fun.”

I thought I’d be nervous as Loc took my hand in his stronger, calloused, slightly larger one and led me through the door to the shower room. We stripped and picked up pairs of flip flops sealed in plastic bags from a table. There were larger towels on the table, but also a sign saying those towels couldn’t leave this room. Our clothes went to little cubbies on the opposite side of the room from the showers (my vibrating plug with them), then we quickly washed our bodies before Loc led me to a stall that was stocked with pre-filled, individually packaged douches and told me to get myself ready. After that I washed my ass a little more, then Loc put on his underwear and I reinserted the plug and we took our clothes into the locker room, stuffing them into bags. 

The door from the locker room led to a long, dimly lit hallway. On either side there were pods numbered 1 through 20. We stepped into pod 5 to drop off our clothes and Loc reached into the back pocket of his pants, pulling out a pink jockstrap I didn’t know he had and tossing it to me.

“Keep your dick in your jockstrap pouch until I tell you you’re allowed to play with it,” Loc ordered me as he took his sexy bikini briefs off and added them to the bag. 

I stared for a moment, admiring him standing there in Adidas shoes and nothing else, his semi-hard cock arching slightly up and already impressively large, before speaking.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said in a soft tone, just loud enough to be heard. That got a smile from him. He pulled his phone out of the bag and turned on the vibrating plug in my ass for a few seconds before turning it off and quickly, silently pulling it from my ass and tossing it into my clothes bag.

“You’re on PrEP, right?” he asked before opening the door. I nodded and he again flashed me a smile, picked up the two small towels we’d been given and opened the door. 

When we walked out we were greeted by a rather ugly white guy with a large keg for a stomach and body hair that made it look like he was wearing a carpet, stroking a small dick surrounded by untamed pubes and almost totally hidden under his gut. When he reached out to grab ahold of Loc’s dick, the dominant Vietnamese man casually intercepted his hand and pushed it away. When he did the same to me, my block was less practiced. I practically swatted his hand, which made Loc chuckle.

We walked down the hall and around a corner to the left, into a large, open room where at least 40 men of varying ages, ethnicities, body types and attractiveness were either touching, sucking, fucking, watching or milling around looking for a willing partner. By my count, 15 of them were at the very least attractive enough for me to willingly do something with them and five were drop-dead gorgeous. 

The dim red lights created a sense of near-anonymity. The only sounds were bass-heavy circuit party-esque EDM playing kinda softly in the background, mixed with grunts, moans, yelps, pleasured shouts and the smacking of skin against skin.

Loc hooked a thumb in my jockstrap and used that to guide me into the room. There were slings, tables, pommel horses, Saint Peter crosses, straps connected to the ceiling and floor and a few small beds in little cubbies against the walls. It was both a sensory overload and a taste of paradise for me. We walked through the room, pushing away the hands of the men who were too old for our tastes or not attractive enough and allowing the hot guys to feel us up.

Hands caressed my abs, nipples, chest, legs, ass and the straining bulge in my jockstrap. Being so objectified and admired was thrilling. One guy, a Latino man who looked 19 and couldn’t be older than 22, slipped his middle finger into my crack and gently over my excitedly puckering hole. 

Loc led me to a bench with padded knee and elbow rests and an adjustable steel neck collar, with straps all over the place. He had me get in doggy position and adjusted the chin rest before strapping my calves and forearms to the rests. Then the collar was locked into place. He set the two towels on my back then walked around to stand in front of me.

“Open,” Loc whispered to me. I opened my mouth and he quickly stuffed his now-rock hard cock in. In seconds we were surrounded by guys. I looked around as much as I could without moving my head to see that six men, two attractive enough and one beautiful, standing there playing with their dicks or the dick of another guy. The ugly, fat, small dicked guy who’d tried to touch us in the hallway got down on all fours and tried to put the beautiful 20-something-year-old guy’s cock, a thick about seven inches, in his mouth, but the guy pushed his head away. Loc’s big dick slowly and shallowly thrusting in and out of my mouth, I found the man who’d pushed the ugly guy away even more attractive for his casual confidence. He ignored the ugly guy as he struggled to his feet and then walked away, dejected.

One of the attractive enough guys walked toward us and Loc gestured for him to come close. Not stopping fucking me, he subtly smelled the guy’s breath then kissed him before pointing to my ass. When the guy got back there, Loc reached out and pushed him down before shoving his face into my ass, opened wide because of my position.

I moaned around Loc’s dick as the attractive enough guy, a blonde twink who was a little too skinny but had a decent face and smooth body, feasted on my hole. Gradually, Loc worked his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust until he was slowly shoving his way down my throat with each push in. I did my best to keep my tongue active and not to choke and gag as the combination of a throat massage and fantastically skilled rim kob gave me goosebumps and made my abs spasm and butterflies swarm my stomach with the overload of attention. 

The attractive enough guy stood behind me and I felt himself positioning between my legs to fuck me, raw. I was about to try to protest when Loc reached back and gave him a gentle push on the chest.

“Not yet,” Loc whispered. The attractive enough twink was replaced by an attractive enough hunk (after Loc again discreetly tested his breath to — as I would later learn — make sure he wouldn’t make it gross for Loc to eat me out later and then kissed him as if giving him his blessing to turn my hole into a meal) who wasn’t as skilled but still talented enough at rimming. The whole time, Loc slowly and casually fucked my face. My jaw was aching but I ignored the discomfort. Seeing out of the corner of my eye all the men watching and jerking while feeling Loc in my throat and the hunk eating my ass was indescribable. 

Loc waited for the attractive enough hunk to finish eating me out then pulled his cock from my mouth. As he walked around behind me, I looked around to see there were 11 guys in total looking on. It gave me a little bit of stage fright but did nothing to subdue the erection pushing at the pink jockstrap I wore, dampening it with precum. 

Loc was the most talented of the three men to rim me. Sure, I might be biased because of my infatuation toward him, but he made my toes curl and back arch and eyes roll. I was moaning When he stood, Loc spat on my hole then on his cock, rubbing the spit around, then lined himself up with my hole. Slowly he pushed in, painfully stretching my hole. Had I not been wearing a plug inside me all day it would have been too much. Instead, I grunted and but down on a cry of pain, sighing as he got about halfway in and the pain quickly faded.

As Loc slowly started thrusting in and out of my pussy I looked back over my shoulder. He was smirking that stunning, cocky smirk as he looked between his cock going in and out of me and the audience we’d attracted. He looked at one guy, the gorgeous man who was watching us, and raised his eyebrows before looking down at my face and back up at the man.

The guy, a white man with golden tanned skin, big muscles, smooth skin, dark hair and a somewhat thin, eight inch cock walked wordlessly toward me. He gently grabbed me by the jaw and tilted my head up, shoving his cock into my open and waiting mouth. 

I’ve had threesomes before, but never as a bottom. My first response was panic. I couldn’t move as Loc picked up the pace and pounded my ass while the gorgeous white hunk drilled my throat. I was already breathing hard from the fuck and the cock rapidly and repeatedly cutting off my airflow made me jerk. I heard a few soft, almost adoring laughs from the audience and that, for some reason, calmed me down. I focused less on what I was feeling and more on what I was doing.

I’ve always been skilled at multitasking. First I focused on my man. I set my hole to gripping and releasing his cock as he fucked me at a quick, streaky pace. Then, keeping that going, I honed in on my breathing. I inhaled ragged breaths through my nose as the gorgeous hunk’s cock pulled out and holding that breath as he pushed in, then did the same with exhaling. Loc’s cock and my lungs tended to, I started putting effort into working my tongue on the cock of the hot stranger using my mouth and keeping my teeth off him. 

I felt super proud listening to the two men softly moan as they used my body. I’d never realized being so totally and extremely objectified, dehumanized and turned into a sex toy could be so phenomenally hot. The two men wordlessly took pleasure from my body, at one point both leaning over me and making out. 

That pushed my head back and the cock in my mouth a little further, making me gag and sputter for a second.

“Oh, fuck,” one guy watching us moaned as I gagged. I looked out the corner of my eye to see a man, not ugly but a little older than I would go for, tweaking his nipples and stroking his nice-looking dick as volley after volley of cum fired off, a couple of jets hitting a guy in front of him and to the right on the leg and the rest landing on the floor.

My head went foggy with a particularly potent mixture pride and fervorous arousal, knowing without thinking that my looks and my performance as a willing and submissive bottom had been a part of what brought a total stranger to orgasm. It was like I was high. 

Suddenly the hunk using my mouth pulled out and jerked his cock, the head on my cheek and my unoccupied mouth letting me moan loudly like a total bitch, the stranger still making out with Loc. His cum shot out with such force it made me flinch. He pulled back after the first blast, breaking the kiss with Loc, and gave me a massive facial of thick, hot cum. Two more observers let loose their loads watching that.

Loc reached forward and hooked his fingers in my mouth, doubling down on the fuck. I felt the cum dripping down my face. A glob found its way into my mouth and while it didn’t taste bad I instinctively spat it out, since I didn’t know where the cock from which it had come had been. 

Loc let go of my mouth and grabbed one of the towels he’d thrown on my back and pulled my head by my hair as far back as the steel collar would allow, wiping the cum away. When he was done he let go of my hair and shoved my head down, returning the towel to my arched back. He fucked me for a few more minutes, my mind now freed up to focus on the pleasure of his awesome cock pounding into me, then pulled out and started unstrapping me.

When Loc released my neck from the collar my knees were so weak he had to help me to my feet. He walked me toward a queen size bed in an alcove surrounded by mirrors, our entourage of admirers following. He gently pushed me — enough with the weakness in my knees to be the equivalent of a shove — onto the bed. Manhandling me, Loc rolled me into my back, pushed me further onto the bed and grabbed my legs under my knees, practically folding me in half.

Looking up, I watched in the mirror on the ceiling as Loc spit on my hole and his cock again before quickly forcing himself back into my hole. Starting back up a quick and steady pace, he reached out and grabbed a pillow in a rubber pillowcase and lifted my ass up to shove it under me. Then he put my legs over his shoulders, gave me a wink and looked up and directly at himself in the mirror.

I watched Loc as he watched and admired himself, his muscles rippling and chest steadily rising as he fucked me leisurely. What wasn’t to be admired, even by himself? He was the most stunning man in this whole club. I looked to the side to watch him fuck me in profile for a minute, relishing the numbly painful and transcendentally ecstatic feeling of his cock stretching and filling my insides. When I tilted my head back and looked in the mirror, I was so enraptured by the primal pleasure written on his face that I almost didn’t notice that he was focusing not only on himself but on the audience. It had grown, likely mostly as a result of more men showing up to the club. I realized that Loc not only loved dominating and fucking me and not only loved watching and admiring himself as he did it, he also loved being watched and admired by a group of men who were practically worshipping his body and power with their eyes.

I looked up to see that a little more than half of the men seemed to be focused on my man and the rest were locked in on me, a white man with lean muscle so totally brain dead in pleasure as I eagerly submitted myself and offered my body up to the Vietnamese stud casually ravaging my boypussy with his awe-inspiring cock. How many of them wanted to be fucked by him? How many of them wished desperately they were him? How many were dreaming they were me? Were any wishing they were the one fucking me? I silently hoped most of them were desperately and hopelessly wishing they were Loc and telling themselves that they would settle for being used by him like I was. I wanted them to feel the same reverence for Loc as I did.

Loc’s hand around my throat sprung me from my thoughts.

“Focus on me,” Loc practically growled, his eyes narrow and tone sharp.

I managed out a quiet “yes, Daddy,” before he tightened his grip, nearly totally choking me. Something about his strong hand held tightly around my throat was a wild turn on. Feeling his power, Inknew that even though he was only exerting power and dominance because I consented and willingly submitted to him, he was more than capable of forcing my submission. As I looked up at Loc and drank in the sight of this absolute Alpha of a man basically ignore me while watching himself and the insides of my boypussy spasmed involuntarily to massage his cock, I felt another level of pleasure wash over me.

It wasn’t enough that he admired himself or that a growing collection if men were gathering to admire him, he needed my attention. And I was more than happy to give it to him. Even more excited about it because it was so obvious that Loc was so focused on his own beauty in the mirror behind me, almost as consumed by the sight of his perfection from his hair to his face to his neck to his body as I was, he might even forget I was there. 

I feel like it should have turned me off, maybe even disgusted me that he was so openly and narcissistically more interested in his own looks than in the man he was fucking, but it wasn’t. It made me feel even less powerless and more subjected to his control, wish should have worried me. But it didn’t. Instead it only made me want him and his authority over my body and life. Because why shouldn’t he feel this way? He was perfect. Everybody else here was allowed to admire his perfection, he shouldn’t be robbed of that joy simply because it meant being self-focused.

My mind wandered through a series of thoughts of him that were practically silent worship as the fog of lust and ecstasy grew and made me even more obsessed with him, born of a combination of those very thoughts and the sensations of his powerful cock drilling my insides, hitting my g-spot and every other previously undiscovered button along the way, and his hand limiting my breathing. I was wheezing for air and it didn’t matter to me at all. Some deep, destitute part of me even wished he would grip my throat even tighter and make it impossible to breathe.

Loc had been playing with my body for almost an hour already when I felt the still-new sensation of a hands-free orgasm building. I wanted to warn Loc, not wanting something as silly as my own orgasm to in any way inhibit his continued enjoyment or my own, but couldn’t get any words out past his grip on my airway.

It didn’t matter, in the end. My involuntary thrashing was warning enough. Loc suddenly pulled all the way out and delivered a soft but effective slap to my balls to kill my oncoming orgasm. Then he picked me up and carried me in his strong arms to a sling in the middle of the room. He laid me down there and brutally shoved his cock back into me. I yelped in pain but didn’t resist or protest. I watched him point to the sexy younger Latino man I’d seen when we were walking in, the stud apparently joining the now 20 onlookers at some point, and then to my face, a sly grin on his lips. The Latino man’s expression matched Loc’s as he nodded his head and stepped forward. My head was thrown back over the edge of the sling and my mouth wide open before the man was even done stepping out of the crowd.

He wasted no time in putting the uncircumcised head of his beautiful, slightly veiny cock at my lips and putting the tip in my mouth. My lips closed around him as he pulled the foreskin back inside my mouth and then roughly shoved all the way to the balls. The full balls, shaven clean, slapped my nose. Loc started pounding me again. I did the same thing I’d done with the hot, tanned white hunk who’d fucked my throat, focusing first on my hole and using it to massage Loc’s shaft as he used my boypussy. Then I got control of my breathing. Finally, I focused on using my tongue and keeping my teeth off the Latino cock using my mouth and throat. 

This time, I was able to also pay attention to the sensations. The huge Viet cock in my ass was so filling and satisfying. I realized that even if I didn’t cum I would leave this place perfectly fulfilled simply by the experience of bottoming for Loc. I could also feel and taste the Latino cock in my mouth and throat. I could study the veins as my tongue darted around what little space was left in my mouth when it was filled with long, thick Latino meat. It was clean with just a hint of flavor from pheromones and manliness, a subtle taste that was far from overpowering or gross. Something clicked in my brain and I realized I’d never been so happy or satisfied in my life. An extraordinary, perfect Viet gay sex god dominating me with his cock plowing my ass and a Latino man whose actions at the permission of Loc, practically at this point my master, only further cemented Loc’s control over me by selfishly using amd enjoying my mouth and throat.

“I’m gonna feed him my cum,” the Latin man said softly and breathily to Loc after about 15 minutes of constant oral fucking. “Can I?”

I barely heard the words because I was so consumed by the sex. It did register to me how fucking incredible it was that this man understood so coearly and confidently the dynamics of my relationship with Loc that he asked my Vietnamese Dom for permission to cum down my throat instead of me.

“No,” Loc said. I felt a half-second ping of disappointment. “Wait and you can use his pussy.”

Oh, shit. I kinda wished Loc had cleared that with me, but generally I didn’t care. In fact, I realized I didn’t actually want Loc to ask me for my permission. I wanted him to practically claim me as his property and assume the right to give or deny consent for use of my body to other men. I knew that in post-nut clarity I wouldn’t feel the same — something that because of the otherworldly pleasure I was experiencing I dreaded so much I found myself almost wishing I would just never cum again — but resolved to deal with and just ignore or get over any negative feelings I might have about my total loss of control and make myself keep submitting to him until I was in the right mindset again.

It didn’t escape my attention that I was now thinking of this state of awareness was right: debilitatingly horny with a sometimes rude, sometimes sweet and always dominant Asian man abusing my pussy, a gorgeous Latino man who was (aside from our newfound sexual acquaintance) a total stranger fucking my throat and asking another man for permission to do something sexual to my body and what had grown to dozens of men watching the scene and, admiring, objectifying and jerking off to these two men using my body for their sexual pleasure.

Loc motioned to two more men, one white and one black, and took my hands that were gripping the chains holding the sling to the ceiling and putting them on their cocks. I couldn’t see them well enough to determine if they were actually the kinda men I would wanna jerk off but didn’t panic. I now trusted Loc implicitly. If he picked them, they must be good.

I wrapped my hands around their cocks and started jerking them off at the same time. I imagined what this would look like if I could see it: a white slut on his back in a sling giving it all up to four men: one in his ass, one in his throat and one in each hand. It unlocked yet another level of deviant ecstasy. I didn’t know how much more my mind and body could handle.

When a few minutes later Loc buried his cock to the hilt in my pussy, I knew he was about to cum. I didn’t stop anything, my hole still gripped and released his cock and my tongue still danced as much as possible around the thick Latino meat in my mouth and my hands still steadily jerked the white and black dicks in my hands, but my mind was laser focused on Loc as I felt his magnificent cock begin to jerk and twitch. I could feel his cum flooding my insides. He let himself finish inside me before he started pumping again, fucking me brutally hard and making the sling jerk erratically, making it difficult for me to keep my teeth from ruining the pleasure of my Latino oral top, for about 30 seconds, then pulled out. I felt suddenly hallow. He slapped my ass then looked at the Latino man. His words to the Latin stranger were casual, punctuated only by efforts to catch his breath.

“You’re up.” 

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Author’s note: To Jase and “Asian Bro,” thank you both so much for your emails. I hope you both enjoyed the story (especially Jase with the mirror scene) and it made you cum several times. I promise I’m going to try to write more often.