A black Daddy's, white Punk

Introduction:
The white virgin punk from next door had an itch only a butch black daddy-cock could alleviate. He got introduced into domination by this older leather biker.

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His birthday cream pie

I caught the dude from next door worshiping my motorbike. The half-naked brat had even picked up my leather jacket and was sniffing it. Lustfully rubbing his hand over his dick inside his sweat pants.
I watched Dylan Stockman from my garage, getting a hard-on. My bike stood parked outside on my driveway to get a good cleaning. The weather was a little warmer than I had anticipated, so I had hung my biker jacket on the handlebars after I got home. I had taken a long ride, cruising around town. Dressed in my full leather gear. Hoping to pick up some asshole to take for a ride.

The lad from next door was sniffing the coat. It looked like he was trying to get high on the smell of it. And judging by the look of the tent he was pitching in his sweats, he was actually getting close. The sight of this white punk worshiping my leather gear was even turning me on a bit. I had no idea he was into this kind of shit.

I rushed out of the garage and grabbed the punk from behind. The punk had no idea what had hit him. Covering Dylan's mouth with one hand pressing him hard to my brought chest. Stifling the scream of shock that Dylan was trying to make. I looked over the lad's shoulder and sneakily pulled the pants open a bit with the other. Just far enough so I could get a good look at what his hand was doing with his thing. He didn't wear any underwear under his sweats. The half-naked Dylan had already removed the t-shirt he was wearing. He had hung it over the back of his sweatpants.
"What the fuck do you have there, Stockman?" I nastily smirked. Dylan yelped in fright at my unexpected grip. The boy dropped my jacket to the ground. Trying to wriggle free, obviously without success. My daily workout routine had turned me into a muscular hunk.
"Oh, Fuck... Sorry I didn't know, mister Rawley... Shit... I am... I am so sorry!"

I pushed the lad gruffly to my bike and folded him over the saddle. Pressing my big bulge against his rear. Not with the intention to nail the cunt right then and there. Even though I could have, I was horny enough for that. But just to see how he would react.
And boy, react he did! He twisted his ass up and pressed back against my stiffening black rod. Riding it up and down over my leathered crotch.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Dylan... You know your stepfather doesn't like you hanging out with me."
"I was looking for my basketball, mister Rawley... I just had to flee the house for a moment... I am so hot!" he obviously lied.

A little surprised, I looked the young white punk from next door up and down a bit. I knew the Stockman boy liked me. He always greeted me as a friend as I drove by. Unlike his stepfather. He had warned me to stay away from his boys. He knew I was gay. But Dylan always actually looked with sort of a horny glint. The more leather gear I wore, the hornier he seemed to look at me. That look always pleased me. But I thought the dude was straight. So I never even bothered with him.

"Well then... let me help you find your balls, boy!" I joked. I stuffed my hand down the back of his sweats. Tenderly but firmly cupping the lads' nut sack. Slowly I moved my thumb over the pucker and rotated it over the boy-cunt. He let out the sweetest moan at this touch. "I think... THIS... is what you came looking for... Isn't it, Dylan?" as I pressed the thumb against the hole a little.
"Ahh... Ooh God... Oh... Nice..." grunted the college punk lustfully.

I slowly removed my hand and smacked the boy's ass really hard.
"Ouch... Don't hit me, man!... I have been a good boy... It's my birthday today..."
"Why the fuck are you touching my stuff and sniffing my leathers then, Stockman?... " Pulling the brat off my bike, I twisted him around to look really sternly at the punk.
"I am so sorry, mister Rawley... My family is here celebrating my birthday... But I could not stand them anymore... So I started to shoot some hoops in our driveway... My basketball must have bounced over here somewhere." he shyly smirked at me.

"That still does not explain why you were stroking my biker jacket, boy!" I had to smile as I actually saw the boys' dick twitch in his sweats.
"I was just looking at your bike and that cool leather jacket... I was... I want one... I ... I... Oh, Shit!... I'll pick it back up... Sorry." Dylan handed me my leather jacket, and I looked the lad up and down for a bit.
"Did you like the smell of it, boy?... Are you into that shit?... I saw you sniffing my leathers!"
"Oh, yes, Sir... I sure do love those cool clothes of yours, sir." Dylan got all flustered. "You may not know it... But I always dreamed of this!... I love it when you ride your bike, dressed in your leather gear!... mmm, you look so tough in them... It always makes me really horny."
Dylan shyly looked down at his feet. He was in total shock by his own words. However, his gaze got stuck on my bulge. The throbbing cock had made itself clearly visible in my leather jeans. It wanted that punk-ass badly. And I sort of agreed with that suggestion. Certainly, once I saw Dylan's amazed gaze fixated on it for far too long.

I stroked my shaft seductively and told the boy, "In that case, Dylan, why don't I give you a load of my cream as your birthday gift?" Expecting the boy to do a runner. But he did no such thing. He even smirked dirty and stepped closer. Looking at me with begging eyes as he moaned hornily.
I told him, "Go for it, dirty punk..." Dylan cupped a feel of the hot rod in my leather pants. Groaning a little and breathing a lot faster.

"Do you like that, Stockman?... Stroking a big black man-cock?... Tell me, boy... Where do you like me to plant my seed?... Right up your ass... or deep down your throat?" I asked the boy nastily.
Without giving him time to think about it, I pulled the lads' face close to mine and shoved my tongue straight in his mouth.
"Happy birthday, son... Don't be shy... I won't hurt you... Ummm... Not too much, anyway," I naughtily grinned. Kissing the dirty punk.

With my other hand, I pressed his lower back to me. Holding the half-naked boy close. There we stood, kissing in my driveway for what seemed like minutes. Luckily it was out of sight of all the other neighbors. But still, me a grown black man, tonguing a barely legal white punk... It was a bit sketchy, to say the least. And his parents certainly would not approve of this. Yet, both Dylan and I enjoyed this first meeting very much.

"You still haven't answered my question, boy?" The flustered Dylan looked puzzled at me.
"Do you want master Tylor's cum up your ass or down your throat, birthday boy?... And how old are you now, dude?"
"I've just turned 18, sir," said Dylan somewhat reluctantly.
"Cool... Congratulations... Now, turn around!" I ordered. Pulling the punk roughly round. "Put this on, boy!... I only fuck leather guys!... And boy!... I am going to fuck you hard today!..."
Handing him my leather biker jacket. Helping him to put it over his naked torso. It surprised the boy a lot. But at the same time, he reveled in the feel, the weight, and smell of it. Dylan raised the arm to take in the scent. "Damn... that's a good look on you, boy!"

Standing behind him, I stuffed a hand down the front of his sweatpants to jerk the boy off hard and fast. Rubbing my hard bulge against his buttocks again. Breathing heavily in the dirty punk's ear. By now, I was getting really into this dude. Wanting to make him my bitch-boy. Pulling his sweatpants down a little, I grabbed onto the twinks 8-inch pecker. Beating it expertly off for him. Making Dylan shoot his nut right over my bike's saddle.

After letting his orgasm subside, I ordered: "Now lick the cum off there, dirty punk!... Clean my bike... Eat your cum off it!"
"I can't... NO!... I won't!... "stuttered Dylan in a right state of fright. Looking with wide eyes at my booming order.
"You can, and you must!... Because master Tylor has ordered you to do so, slut!... Remember, you came to me... I did not ask you to touch my stuff... Now... CLEAN IT ALL UP, BOY... EAT IT!"

Dylan got forcefully bent over the saddle by me again. His mouth opened up, and he sort of willingly sucked his thick creamy cum right up. He did a good job of it too. In no time, all the nasty stains were gone.
I yanked the punk up by his hair and kissed the brat again. "How was the taste, boy?... Did you like the birthday cream, Stockman?" Dylan grinned dirty and smiled as he stroked my bulge again.
"Oh yes, thank you, mister Rawley... It was very nice."

I slapped the lad hard in his face. The hit reverberated around the cul-de-sac. "My name... boy... is master Tylor... Remember that, as I nail that ass of yours!... And every sentence you speak from now on starts and ends with Sir!... Am I clear... bitch?... Your asshole is going to be mine!... You're so gonna get nailed today!... I'll split your punk-ass in two."
"But... But... I can't... I never have... Oh, God! NO!... I thought you were joking... Are you really going to fuck me?" he asked, a little scared of my stern attitude.
"Enough with the but!... Your BUTT is mine!... You want that birthday cream or not?... Fuck it... You are going to get it anyway!... I have seen you looking at my bedroom window with that telescope of yours... Now you will get a real close-up look!... I am going to rip your cunt open!... Dirty fucker... Come along, and do as you're told, bitch!"

Dylan did not struggle too much as I pulled him along inside my home. Not that I would have let him escape. My muscular arms and shoulders were at least twice his size. Once I had him inside, I pushed him up against the hallway wall and pressed my full weight against the brat. Rudely slobbering his face with my tongue. I had Dylan's arms pinned above him against the wall. I pounded our dicks together. Dylan was still rock hard. And although his words said - NO - his eyes just begged for more.

Dylan actually had started to love getting licked a little too much to my liking. After a while, I sharply pulled a knee up. Roughly kicking his nut sack. Making Dylan drop to the ground in agony. Letting him know who was in charge here.
"Argh... Oh... Awe... Why did you?... Fuck man! that REALLY HURTS!" whimpered Dylan laying squirming at my feet.
I pressed the tip of my cowboy boot against his chest. And spat a thick wad of spit in his face. "Bitch... The first and last thing you say to your master is SIR!... You'd do well to remember that!" The boy looked at me in shock but very quickly redeemed himself. "Sir, sorry... You can do to me whatever you like, Sir..."
"That's right bitch... And what I like is to pop that cherry full of my cream... Are you up for that?"
"Sir, Yes... But... Oh no! God, what if?..." whined Dylan.
"No one needs to know, boy!... I promise... This is just a bit of fun... And I haven't had white bubble butt in a while... Now, get that ass off the floor and follow me!... I'll turn you into a leather-loving black man's slut yet, bitch... I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk upright for a week... Making that cunt of yours drip wet cream with every fart you let fly."

I had half-expected Dylan to make a run for it now. Thinking I had threatened him enough. But he got up. Stood boldly in front of me and looked me straight in the eye.
"Master Tylor, Sir... I am ready!... Please, make a real man out of me... I think I am gay!... And I need a proper man to teach me... I want it, Sir... I need it, please fuck me, Sir!"
Dylan raised his eyes to the ground and cupped another feel of my leather jeans. Stroking my leg and thigh. Ending up over my bulge. Making the now fully hard cockhead outline visible in my leather pants. He lustfully moaned as he did that.

Wrapping a tender arm around his neck, I pulled the leather-clad birthday-boy upstairs. Dylan lay a cheeky hand on my ass as we walked arm in arm over to my dungeon playroom. His eyes lit up as he saw the room full with my leather bondage gear. Dylan's hands fondled all the leather clothing that hung from the open racks. Like a boy in a candy shop, he looked around. Amazed by all the toys, straps, boots, chaps, whips, and paddles. Sitting down on my masters' throne, I lit up a joint. Letting Dylan take it all in. The boy was clearly in his element. He ended his tour of the playroom in front of me. I spread my legs and ordered him to strip.

Not wearing much, he had dropped his sweatpants and sneakers within a blink of an eye. Dylan was only wearing my biker jacket. "That really is a damned cool look on you, boy!..." I said admiringly. "But... those are MINE. Take it OFF!... Little thieve!".
I inhaled deeply from the joint. Letting the room fill up with the sharp smell of weed. Dylan hung my biker jacket neatly on an empty coat hook. Stroking the leather goodbye with a disappointing sigh.

Snapping my fingers, I ordered the bewildered boy to his knees in front of me. Grabbed the back of his head and said: "So... Now, lick my boots, boy... We are going to have some fun this afternoon!... And if you do your best... I may even let you borrow some of my leather gear..."
Surprised and delighted, Dylan bent down quickly. Letting his tongue swish over the tips of my boots. Giving them a spit shine. First the one, then the other. Wiggling his ass proudly in the air. His legs were always just wide enough apart, so I could get a good look at that sweet boy-cunt of his.

"So, you're into leather men?... Good... Then bring that tongue up here and lick my pants as well... I got a BIG SURPRISE waiting for you here, slut... So you better do a heck of a good job worshipping my leathers!"
Dylan looked up in fright for a second and then hesitantly moved in closer. He was clearly getting nervous. Licking the leather pants. Inching closer to the main price. I pressed the boy firmly against the bulge. Rubbing his mouth over the entire 10-inch throbbing shaft.
I had broken Dylan down. I was going to make him serve me as my willing fuck-toy. Most of his inhibitions were gone already. Dylan knew what was going to happen to him today. And that turned him on.

He had sneakily started to play with his own 8-inch cock as I was controlling his face over my crotch. Ordering him to sniff and lick it, the boy actually seemed to get high on the feel and smell. Kicking the boy off me, he lay bewildered on the floor in front of me.
"Did I tell you you could play with yourself?... Dirty little punk!... You're here to service me!... bitch..."
"Sorry, Sir!... This is... Oh God, this is all so new... Master Tylor... Please don't stop, Sir... I want it... I want it bad!... Sir... Please let me suck that beautiful black cock of yours to make it up to you... Sir..."
With a filthy grin, I blew a load of smoke in his direction. Grabbed a studded leather collar and fastened it around his neck.

"Okay then... are you really sure about this?... I won't ask you're permission again... I am going to breed that white bubble butt of yours today if you say yes... But there is no stopping me after that!"
"Or,... you can get up and leave now... And you will never know what it could have been like..."
His answer was with a soft trembling voice: "Please, teach me how." He sat trembling at my feet, looking up to me for what seemed like an eternity.

"Unzip me, boy!"

"Yes, master..." said Dylan, sort of relieved the wait was over. He suddenly realized that his virgin ass was really going to get laid today. Yet once he pulled the zipper down, the fright reappeared in his eyes. The front-to-back zipper released my 10-pounder and the low-hanging ripe fruit. My cockhead actually slapped against Dylan's chin as it escaped its tight leather prison.
"Fuck, that thing is way too big for me!" This was the first time Dylan actually contemplated calling the whole thing off.

Stepping away from the punk, I left him sitting in the middle of the room for a while. Giving him a chance to think things over.
I picked up a body harness, a pair of chaps, and a bottle of poppers. Dylan looked over at me. I showed him what I had picked out for him. "Told you, punk... I only fuck boys in leather!" I grabbed my throbbing cock at the base and asked again: "Do you want me to take care of your itch... bitch?" Walking back over behind Dylan, I lay my hot cock on his shoulder. Sending a shiver down his spine. Laying the chaps and the harness on a bench beside me for now. I placed the bottle of poppers under one of his nostrils, closing the other, and told Dylan to breathe in sharply. He reluctantly did. After holding it for a while, I repeated it for the other nostril.

Dylan sank to the ground and looked at me, a little bewildered from the odd sensation that now gripped his body. Smiling down at him, I slapped my dick hard against his face. "Take it, boy... Suck me down that pretty throat of yours... Show me how much you want this!"
The white punk wrapped a hand around my black shaft. Moving his mouth closer. Dylan looked up at me with questioning eyes. I realized that this was not only going to be the first time he was about to get fucked. But that this was even his first time touching another man. Then and there, I decided to drop the master act and educate the boy gently. Well, as gentle as a strict bull like me could manage.
"You may hold on a bit firmer than that, Dylan... You can't hurt it... mmm... Yeah, like that... Stroke that big cock... You're doing great, man... Go on... Give it a little kiss... There you go... Fuck, you're a natural... Open up, and stick your tongue out, boy... Lick that dickhead... Oooh, God... Yeah... make it nice and wet... mmm... Hell yeah, lick that big black cock, dude..." Dylan did not need more encouragement than that. He grabbed the shaft and went down on it like a pro. I guess the thousands of porn movies the dirty boy must have watched by now had taught him well. He gulped down my cock as if it was his daily job.

Removing the hand from my shaft, I pulled it up to my mouth and sucked on two of Dylan's fingers. Letting my tongue swirl around them as if they were a dick. Dylan got the message. Repeating the tongue-moves on my cock. It got even hotter when I gently grabbed the back of the boy's head and slowly bobbed his face over my glowing prick. "Fuck yeah... You're doing it, Dylan... Hmmm... This is so fucking nice... Do you like that, bitch?"
"Hell yeah... Tylor, your cock tastes amazing... Am I doing it right?" he whispered as he quickly gobbled it back up again.

"Boy,... Keep this up, and I will shoot a sticky load in that pretty white mouth of yours... Fuck... yeah... Suck that thing down, boy... Mind your teeth... Open that throat and see how much you can take... Slowly boy... Don't hurt yourself... Fucking hell... Yeah... There you go... Gag on that black rod... Swallow that slong down, Dylan... You're doing great... Suck that cock... mmm... O... God... Yes... Suck it, bitch!"

By now, I was openly face-fucking the young lad. And he loved every second of it. Taking it as deep as he could. His gag-reflex subsided quite quickly. He was able to swallow it down his throat a little. After a while of deep throating the boy, I pulled out the popper bottle again. Pressing my dick in deep, I stuffed the bottle under his nose. Because he could only breathe through his nose, he got a big hit of poppers. Feeling horny and totally relaxed, the boy stuffed the entire 10-inch dick down his throat. After I had released my grip on him, he actually went down on it several more times before having to get up for air. Dylan turned out to be a propper little cock-sucker. He was enjoying himself very much. Feeling stinking proud of himself that he actually was having sex with a real man.

With a plop, I pulled my dick out of the full vacuum. Dylan looked up at me. He was a little disappointed as I dangled my black rod in front of his face. Milking a thick glob of pre-cum out of it. The fixated gaze of Dylan's eyes on it made me laugh. "You want to taste it, don't you?... You dirty little punk... You're turning into quite the little cock-whore... Go on... take that pre-cum, boy... Taste it... There is more where that came from."

Dylan bent forward. I had to stop him rushing in by pressing a hand against his forehead. Just letting his tongue savor the taste of the pre-cum. Letting the boy slobber it all over my cockhead before licking it clean off.
I rammed my dick back into his mouth after slapping it hard against his cheeks and tongue a few times. Fucking the pretty little mouth of my new bitch-boy. Abruptly stopping the onslaught, I pulled Dylan up from his knees and kissed the lad passionately. The boy hung on for dear life. Not wanting this feeling to end.
Grabbing the boys' legs, I placed them on my hips as Dylan wrapped his arms around my neck. He could feel my dick sliding down his ass-crack. Sending waves of ecstasy through his body. Even more so, when my hot cockhead touched the pink cherry, it was about to pop.

I walked us over to a broad bench. It had a softly cushioned leather top layer. Bending over, I lay the boy gently on it. The coldness of it and the excitement made Dylan shiver a little. He pouted his lips to signal he wanted more kissing, but I was ready for the real work.
"I want to see what you look like in some proper gear... Let's get you leathered-up, boy..." I whispered to him with our faces still very close together. Dylan finally released his arms from my neck. He had an anticipating glint of joy in his eyes I had not seen before. Dylan was really into leather gear. Lifting the boys' legs over my shoulder, I put the chaps around his back and fastened the snaps on the front. Taking both sides of one pant-leg in a firm grip, I tightly zipped it up. Dylan let out a big sigh of enjoyment once the other leg was also leathered up. I pulled the lad up off the bench and jerked him gruffly around. Hanging the half-body harness over his shoulders and tightening the buckles tight around his pecs. After adjusting the chaps around his hips, I pulled the lace very tight. Slapping his chapped ass. I handed Dylan an old boy-racer leather jacket of mine. This was more the style I had envisioned for a dude of his age, rather than the butch classic leather biker jacket I liked to wear myself.
I put my metal-chain harness, a cap, and a leather vest on. Asking Dylan: "So, now your all leathered-up... and you got nowhere to go... How does this feel, birthday boy?... Ready for the ass whooping of your life?"

I pulled him in close once more. Wrapping my arms around his back. Stroking over the back of his head with one hand and fingering the butthole with the other. Dylan had tears in his eyes as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Ready for your birthday treats, dude?..."
Dylan raised his head and kissed me again. "Ready as I'll ever be, Tylor... but go easy on me... you're my first... And your really way too big for me!"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that... Before you know it, you will want nothing less than 10-inch Big Black Clocks," I smirked dirty.

I took a step forward, making the lad topple over the bench behind him. Laying myself over him, I kissed and licked his face. Going down. I licked the leather jacket collar. Rubbing my hands underneath, pinching the boys' nipples. Making Dylan squirm and yelp. But quickly soothing the pain by sucking on both of them. Dylan got adventurous as I moved down over him. Stroking my powerful shoulders. Even pushing a hand down the back of my leather vest.

After tonguing Dylan's bellybutton, I moved down. But to the disappointment of the punk, I neglected the boys' dick totally. Feeling the boy was a little angry about that, I quickly circled around from his upper thighs to his hairless nuts. Licking them and then sucking both into my mouth. The excitement got the better of poor Stockman. His dick started to twitch. Leaking copious amounts of pre-cum as I stroked the shaft with my thumb. Rubbing it over the back of his cockhead. Fuck, I had to squeeze the thing hard after a while, preventing the lad from shooting his second load of the day.

I asked the boy if he had liked that birthday treat with a big grin on my face.
"Hell yeah... But please let me cum, Tylor... I want to cum... Oh fuck, this is all so damned hot..."
"There is more than enough time for that... I am not done with you yet, bitch." I swirled my tongue around the dude's wet cockhead. Cleaning all the pre-cum off and feeding it right back to him as we kissed once more.
I usually need a little time to get going. But all this excitement had made my juices flowing just as fast as this twink. A twink into leather isn't something you get to see every day. Let alone a virgin that wants to be deflowered by you.

I repeated the trip down the boys' sweaty body. Sucking nipples and licking bellies. But this time, I pulled up his legs. "You're in for a real treat, boy... Lay back and relax... Just let it happen..."
My tongue rimmed the pink-hole. Making the boy cringe. Dylan clasped his fists around the edge of the leather bench in pleasure. Screaming as if he had died and gone to heaven. I put the bottle of poppers back into his hand. Telling him to take another hit. I wanted to make his ass relax, so I could tongue fuck the boy. Apparently, Stockman could read minds by now. He took a big hit. Pressed open his gut and let me in there deep. I lubed up his hole good. By the time I was done, the pink cherry was glowing red and was loose enough to fuck.

I sucked the boy off for minutes. Taking him deep down. Making him grunt in delight. Fingering his butthole with a wet finger. Moving my tongue from cock to ass and back.
I pulled a small dildo and a large bottle of water-based lube from a cupboard. Demonstrating to Dylan how to lube up a dick, using the dildo as an example. I even smeared some on his. And jerked him off a little. I spread some on mine and rubbed it up and down the boys' crack. And finally, I lubed up the dildo and shoved it straight in the pink cherry. It wasn't all that big. So it went in surprisingly easy. Using some extra lube every now and then. I fucked Dylan with it while I jerked him off at the same time. Slow at first. But progressively faster as time went by. From the moans and grunts Stockman uttered, I could tell that he wanted more, faster, and a lot harder.

I gave him what he wanted. I picked out a bigger toy. Slamming it quite meanly into his ass without any additional lube. And although Dylan screamed at first, he did not want me to stop. Not even after I pushed a 12-inch dong up there. Grabbing Dylan by the harness, bending over him to look him deep into his eyes. I meanly rammed the dong in deep. Slamming it in, in one go right until the punk's ass could not take any more. All the while staring him down. Pinning him to the bench.
"See, bitch... That dong is all the way in there now... And it's even longer than mine... You take it with such ease, boy... So you got nothing to worry about... I think it's time for the real thing,... Don't you, buddy?..."

When I pulled it out, the boy had a little difficulty closing the sphincter up again. I bent over him to kiss him once more. Dylan was ready for anything now. I could have gangbanged the shit out of him with all my mates, and the dirty little punk would not have minded one bit. He was my bitch now.

I put my arms underneath the boys' legs and arms. Scooping him clear up from the bench. I carried him over to my sling and lay him on it. Fastening his legs in the leather straps that hang from the chains. Constraining them tight around his ankles. Our dicks touched as I stood between Dylan's legs looking down on my new fuck-buddy. Bending forward, I also lashed his arms in leather wrist bands. Fastened to the chains beside his head.

All of a sudden, the punk realized that he could no longer escape the situation. Not even if he had wanted to. He panicked and started to wriggle uncontrollably. Grabbing the boy around the base of his shaft and balls, I flicked a finger meanly against the cockhead. This sharp pain startled the little bitch into submission.
"As I said, birthday boy... I have a few treats in store for you... I only fuck boys in leather... And guess what, bitch?... Today is your lucky day!... You got nowhere to go... and nothing else to do, but to lay back, relax and take it like a man!... Boy, you're getting fucked!... If you want it or not... Scream all you like... No one will hear you... Your mine... I'll make you my bitch!"

Sharply I pressed my cockhead inside the sphincter. Smothering Dylans' screams with one hand. After a short while, Dylan stopped resisting me. He realized that he wasn't going anywhere soon. I put the popper bottle under his nose again. Giving the lad a few big hits in both nostrils. The punk relaxed his ass and let me pass his puckered boy-cunt.
"There you go, boy... You're MY leather bitch now... Fuck, you got a tight hole, Stockman... I think we're going to work on that a bit... I am going to gape you open, slut... Breed that punk-ass of yours full of my cum."
Dylan let out a loud scream as I rammed my dick gruffly forward. The boy had tears in his eyes after slamming my 10-pounder daddy dick into my new fuck-toy all the way. I bent forward and lay on top of Dylan. I had stopped all movements. Grunting sweet nothings into Dylan's ear as I let him get used to the girth of the big black cock filling his gut. We lay there for a long time, with me nibbling on Dylan's ear and kissing the lad. Him grunting and moaning at me that he liked the filled feeling very much.

Slowly I started to pump the lad's cunt a little. Fucking him harder and rougher as time went by. Dylan was really getting cock-hungry and wanted more, harder, and faster again. So I let all ideas of going slow on the boy's first-time fly. Nailing the pretty white bubble-butt to oblivion and back. For over 40 minutes, I pounded the brat like a mad man. Stockman got his cock and nipple serviced hard and rough. I made the lad scream in pleasure. As I spanked the boy. Begging for more. It couldn't be rude enough for the Leather-loving brat. The harder I cursed and swore at him, the better the bitch-boy seemed to like it. Sweat was beading down his face as I split the dirty little punk in two. Ramming my cock in deep and pulling out slow. Before pounding it back in fast. His asshole was gaping wide open by now. And his dirty mouth egged me on for no end. Pulling out my phone to film the next few minutes. This shocked Dylan with no end. But he was too far gone to do anything about it.
"Ready for your birthday cream, boy?..." I nearly screamed it out.
"Oooh, fuck, here it comes... I am so close, boy... Shit... Argh... Take it, bitch... Oh fuck... Fuck... FUCK... Ah... Oh... Fucking hell, Yeah... Feel it, boy?... I am creaming your hole!... Oh Damn... Fuck... Take it, slut!"

I slammed my dick in hard. Smacking Dylan's hips with my thighs. Pounding a massive load of spunk deep into the tormented boy. It had been too long since the last time I came this hard. This sent Stockman over the edge as well. Together we let loose. I creamed the lad deep and hard. And Dylan shot the well-deserved second load of the day right across my chest.
"Oh, god... Tylor... Fucking hell, I can feel it stream inside me... Man... You fill me right up... My sloppy ass is so wet... Your cock is so fucking big!... Oh damn... this is so HOT!... I love these fucking leathers... I want more of your cum!"

With a dirty grin of satisfaction, I kept pumping the bitch's ass. Pulling it out, then slamming it roughly back in. Making the lad produce some nasty wet farts. After a while, I had to stop myself, or I would have pumped another load in the punk's ass.
I stopped filming and quickly moved to the side of the sling. And presented Dylan's final birthday treat. The dirty little punk gobbled my filthy dick up, thinking I wanted it cleaned. Instead, he got it rudely deep-throated. And I shot my second load straight down there. Making the boy's mouth overflow with my seed.
"Swallow, boy... It's your 18th birthday cream pie!"

I untied his hands and caressed his head as Dylan slurped every last bit of cum out of my tender black rod.
"Happy birthday, Stockman... Congratulations... You're a man now... A real man... My man!... MY BITCH-BOY!"

The little punk had visibly grown. Dylan was proud he had dared to go ahead with something he clearly had planned for quite some time. And he was not about to stop. Grabbing my ass, swallowing my half stiff dick straight down his throat again. Licking my balls at the same time. Looking up at me with a dirty grin as he began round two.

I unfastened the man's ankles from the straps and lifted him up off the sling. With Dylan in my arms, I carried him over to my bedroom. Dumped him from a height on my waterbed. I took off my boots and leather jeans. I straddled his legs and lowered my ass over the still rock-hard 8-inch prick of Stockman. Riding the stud like a wild bronco. Dylan could not believe his own luck. He fucked his next-door hero. The punk did an outstanding job of it too. After quite some time, I sat on my hands and knees face down on the mattress as Dylan started to nail my hole hard and fast from behind. Breeding a hot load in my ass. Enjoying every twitch, turn, moan, and grunt I made. Telling him that he was doing me excellently.
"Go on, boy... Don't hold back on me... Fuck your master harder!... Breed my hole, bitch... Pump me full... I want your cum... Slam it in... Pound that ass... Ride me, cowboy."
The stud was tearing my hole up. Grunting dirty and breathing heavy. Holding on to my harness for leverage.
"Fuck... Argh... O, God... O, Master... Ahhh... Argh... I am cumming... This feels so nice... O fuck... Hell... O, God Tylor... yes... Yes... YES!" he screamed in ecstasy.

Dylan toppled over onto my back as he slow fucked me a while longer. Breathing so heavy that he was nearly hyperventilating. I rolled him off me onto his side. Diving over the boy to suck his dick clean. Letting him stroke my hair. After rimming that pretty little bubble butt clean for a while, I moved to his side. Kissing him and thanking him for a good ride. Squeezing him tight against me.
He ended up falling asleep lying on me. Hooked in my arms, drenched in sweat and cum. High on adrenaline and weed. Covered in leather.

After a short time, I woke him up. We undressed and showered together. Then we drank more than a few beers and smoked a few joints in my living room. He could not stop telling me what a great fucking time he had. This was the best birthday he had ever had.

"Well, there is one more thing I have for you... Stay there, and I'll get it... One sec."

I came down with a cool leather jacket in his size. Inside the coat pockets, I had hidden some leather gloves and wristbands. As well as some lube and condoms and a Lovense remote control vibrating butt toy. Once Dylan had put on the leather jacket, I pulled out the toy. Stuffed it right up his ass and used my phone to light up his butthole remotely. Dylan dropped to the floor, clasping his ass in pleasure.
"If your folks ask where you were, tell them you bought this jacket today with your birthday money. And every night from ten until midnight, your ass is mine! Understood, bitch?... Happy birthday Dylan... Drop by as often as you like... Fuck, I may even introduce you to my other bitch-boy... I think you will like him... He is in your school too... And he has a huge cock you're gonna love."

Just before dinner, Dylan Stockman snuck back over to his own house. As proud as a peacock. And as high as a kite on my birthday cream.
After that first encounter, we spend a lot more time together. Dylan wasn't the punk he once was. He was a tough son of a bitch. My Bitch! Wearing his gear with pride. Looking great in his cool leather jacket.

- Continued in Part 2 

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