Recap: (Mikey’s POV)
I should’ve let him leave. I should’ve just let Cole walk away, stroke himself off alone, and pretend this night never happened.
But I begged.
I begged him to stay. Called him sir. Promised I’d do better.
So now I’m here; mouth sore, throat raw, and still desperate for more. He called me
a mutt, and I fucking agreed. I wanted his cock so bad, I forgot who I was. Forgot I had a girlfriend. A life. A spine.
And now?
Now I’m about to prove I’m worth his cum.
Cole’s the alpha and I’m his dirty little secret.
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I laid on the couch exactly like my master Cole had told me to; on my back, arms at my sides, mouth already open. My head was slightly tilted off the edge so my throat lined up, open and waiting for his big cock.. Desperately.. Like the good little cumdump I was.
Cole stood above me. Silent and naked. His cock still glistened with my spit, thick and hard, heavy against his thigh.
He looked down at me like I wasn’t even human. Just a thing. Just a hole.
“You’ve wanted this all week,” he muttered. “Let’s see if that mouth was all talk.”
Then his knees pressed into the cushion, one on each side of my chest. His huge cock hovered above my face; veins bulging, head flushed, already pulsing to life. I barely had time to brace myself before he gripped the base and slapped it against my tongue.
Hard.
Twice.
Thwap. Thwap.
I moaned.
“You keep that mouth open,” he said, guiding himself down, “and don’t even think about gagging. I’ll pull out when I’m done using you.”
And then he pushed in.
Not a tease or a warm-up. He fed it to me this time. Thick head sliding past my lips, stretching my jaw. I tried to breathe through my nose. Relax my throat. But he was already halfway in, and my body panicked. My throat spasmed, trying to resist, but he didn’t stop.
“Relax,” he muttered, like I wasn’t choking on a massive cock. “Take it. You asked for this.”
His hips pushed forward. I gagged. Then he grabbed both sides of my head and pushed his cock deeper. Suddenly his cock was completely in my throat. Down to the base.
I felt the pressure, the weight of him stuffing my throat like it belonged to him.
He held me there, buried to the hilt.
I blinked fast, eyes watering, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth and down my cheek.
My chest bucked, but I didn’t push him off. I wanted it so bad. Alpha’s cock buried down my throat. He was serious now. This was what he meant by a real blowjob. There was no teasing anymore, no slow testing of limits. Just my throat, stuffed full, his cock wedged deep like it belonged there. I could barely breathe. My lips were stretched wide, raw, wet and aching. My chin was soaked. My eyes already stung. And still, he kept going. Held me there. Buried.
My nose mashed up against his trimmed pubes, the short, coarse hairs scratching across my face. I let out a shaky breath into the heat of him, and he growled low in his chest like a sound that came straight from his gut.
“Fuck, man. I don’t think I’ve had my girl take my cock this deep.”
His voice was thick with disbelief. But not pride or affection. Just raw, selfish pleasure. Like my mouth was some kind of shocking discovery. Like he was only now realizing he could do this to me. And that I’d let him.
His hands cradled the back of my head. Controlling. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping the armrest on the couch like he needed the leverage. I choked once, gurgled around his cock, and he didn’t pull out. Just held. Made me sit in it. Made me take it. His cock throbbed on my tongue like it owned me.
He pulled back halfway, then shoved in again. Slower. Deeper. I could hear the spit bubbling all around my mouth, the wet drag of his cock down my throat, the messy sounds of my humiliation echoing in my ears. My legs shook. My briefs were soaked. I couldn’t even remember when I stopped caring about how I looked. I was a mess. Sloppy. Used. Mouth wide open and waiting for more.
“Be a good slut and Open your fuckin’ throat” Cole grunted, voice sharp.
I tried. I really tried. Relaxed my jaw. Breathed through my nose. Focused on the smell of him, the taste. It was overwhelming; this mix of musk and sweat and salt and power. I gagged again. He didn’t flinch.
My hands gripped the couch cushions like they might anchor me, but every part of me felt like it was slipping. Like he was dragging me further into something I couldn’t undo. Not just physically. Mentally. Emotionally. I wanted this. I liked this.
I moaned without meaning to.
Cole’s laugh was dark. “You moan around my cock again, I swear to God, I’ll nut just to shut you up.”
I tried to apologize, but Cole’s cock was stuffed in my mouth at all times. I barely had a second to catch a breath, let alone speak. Any brief moment of mercy; where he pulled back or adjusted would vanish before I could even think. His cock was always right there again, heavy on my tongue, punching into my throat like it owned the space.
Then he moved.
Shifted his weight off the couch. Took a step back, and for one dizzy second, I thought it was over. But he didn’t walk away.
He stepped around.
Cole positioned himself in front of the couch now, his thick thighs close to where my face was tilted back off the edge, my neck arched. He looked down at me, at my spit-slicked mouth, open and waiting. I could barely think of anything other than his cock. The couple of seconds his cock wasn’t in my mouth felt like I’d lost my purpose. Like I was just a hole waiting to be filled again.
And then he leaned in.
He placed both hands on either side of my legs, palms pressing down into the couch, caging me in completely. His body hovered over mine, heat rolling off him in waves.
His cock lined up with my open mouth with effortless precision like it belonged there.
Like this was what my mouth was shaped for.
Then he started to fuck my throat.
Just a brutal, relentless rhythm that made my vision swim. My lips stretched wide once again, cheeks hollowing as he pumped in and out, faster now, deeper. My throat clenched. My eyes watered. Spit gurgled at the corners of my mouth. He groaned low and satisfied; his abs flexing every time he thrust forward.
“Yeah Mikey,” he muttered. “Fuck yeah. This is how you make a man cum, boy.”
His cock rammed in and out of my throat, thick and swollen, each thrust faster, more desperate. Spit was pouring from my mouth now, bubbling down my chin, soaking into my shirt, the couch, everywhere. I could feel how hard he’d gotten; like steel wrapped in heat and how wet he was, his tip leaking deep inside me. I tasted it. That first salt. That slight bitterness of pre. My throat tried to swallow around it, and he moaned. Raw, filthy, guttural.
“Fuck yeah, boy. Don’t you dare move.”
His hips jerked harder. Deeper. Every time he pulled back, the suction made a sloppy slurp and every time he plunged in, my throat clenched reflexively around him. My vision blurred from the tears streaming down my cheeks. I opened my eyes anyway, just to see him. Cole, looming above me, his abs flexing with every thrust, every sharp inhale. His body rocked with power, with hunger, with something close to rage. He leaned closer; the heat of his body fully pressed into mine, like he was trying to crawl inside me through my mouth.
Then I felt it.
A twitch in his thighs. The tremor in his core. He stopped suddenly, buried balls- deep down my throat. No more thrusting. Just stillness. His hips locked tight to my face. His cock stretching me wide, pulsing, alive. I could feel him holding back...barely.
This was it. My chance to impress him. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even swallow properly. But with my throat stuffed and my chin soaked, I tilted my tongue downward, trying... straining to reach his balls. Just enough to touch. To serve.
I felt the tip of my tongue graze the base of his sack.
And something in him broke.
His hips twitched. His cock jerked in my throat.
Then...gulp. I tasted it.
Warm, sticky and thick.
Cum. Pouring straight into my throat, no warning, no mercy. Just rope after rope flooding my mouth, hitting the back of my tongue before I could even think about swallowing. My throat worked automatically, gulping around him, desperate to keep up. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just moaned softly, helplessly, as Cole finally gave me what I’d been begging for.
What I’d been needing.
His load.
My mouth filled, then emptied, then filled again.
And still, he stayed buried.
Letting me take it all.
Letting me prove I was worth it.
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