The life of this Daddy Dom is pretty good at the moment. Lots of fucking. Lots of writing and recording. All boxes ticked. But last week things got even better.
I was at the gym on when my phone buzzed with a new message from Paul - the eager twink I’d fucked a few weeks back after snaring him at breakfast buffet. Him leaving the hotel with my number, a smile and a ruined state of mind and. We stayed in touch - Paul constantly sending me dick pics and wanting a rematch. I kept my distance with better alternatives around until he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Hey! I got a friend who’s dying to meet you. He’s 24, great body , total bottom slut like me. You down for both of us?
My fat nine-inch cock thickened instantly in my shorts. Fuck yes - I was in! Already planning their downfalls as I chugged back my protein shake. I thought about bringing them to my place with all my toys and restraints - but decided on a hotel close to mine instead. A discreet little fuck palace that I used a lot. A date was set and this soon rolled around.
That night I packed heavy. Two thick leather collars with heavy metal rings and matching leashes. Condoms and lube. Bottled water. And a ton of wicked ideas in my head. Already throbbing at the thought of double meat for this hungry Dom.
Paul and his friend—simply known as T - were all skinny jeans and leather jackets when I met them in the hotel bar. I knew Paul well enough, and T was lean and clean shaven like his friend, complete with a tight little ass and green eyes. I refused their offer of a drink and sorted out my room instead. Collecting the boys and all of us heading up to Daddy Dom heaven. Once in the room, I didn’t fuck around. Locking the door and barking out an order.
“Strip. Both of you. On your knees.”
The pups obeyed fast, clothes on the floor in a messy head, nervous eyes but hard cocks bouncing as they knelt. I dominated the situation, delving into my stronghold Vivanne Westward bag and pulling out two collars and leashes. I buckled the thick leather around their throats, nice and snug, before clipping the leashes on and letting out some twink destroying dirty talk.
“Look at you two. My personal fuck toys for the night.”
I made things even clearer by yanking their leashes and pulling their faces toward my crotch. They got the message and worked together like hungry sluts - Paul unzipping me while T fished out my heavy veiny dick, both of them clumsily licking and slurping up and down the shaft. This made me grip their leashes even tighter before targeting Paul’s familiar throat. Face-fucking him while T sucked and kissed my ass. We switched and I then filled T’s mouth while Paul worked my balls with his tongue and spit covered fingers.
“Good pups! Worship me!.”
After five stamina testing minutes of sloppy service, I pulled them up by their leashes, my impressive chest tensing as I did so. I then bent them both over the kingsize bed side by side. Both so keen and easy to manoeuvre. Desperate asses up. Presenting themselves like total sluts. Having as much fun as me.
I went back to my bag for a condom and some lube - (I am not an animal you know! Raw has it time and place!) - rolling down thick rubber over thick cock. I then slicked myself before placing a finger in each of their asses. Preparing the way the best I could.
Paul’s asshole I already knew, but T’s was pink, twitching and desperate to be used so I started with him. Entering slowly enough but my desire quickly taking me places. Soon slamming in balls-deep with brutal thrusts, my hairy chest and belly flexing as I pounded hard. T moaning like a total bitch and pushing back while I railed him.
I was a considerate Master, pulling, condom still slick, and switching to Paul - his familiar hole somehow tighter, gripping me like a vice as I stretched into him. His asshole so happy to be reacquainted with my Daddy Dom Dick.
I was in heaven now. Alternating between them. Fucking one for a dozen strokes, then the other, leashes wrapped around my fist, yanking their heads back so they could kiss each other. Sloppy, tongues and moans while my cock attacked and the A+ dirty talk flowed.
“Kiss him deeper! That’s right Paul. Show T how much you love sharing cock.”
Their mouths intensified and so did my thrusts. My heavy balls smacking skin, fit to burst as the sweat collected on my forehead and dripped down. Both leashes pulled so tight. T’s ass felt incredible clenching around me, but it was Paul’s familiar and greedy hole that won the race. Taking me over the edge.
“Gonna fill this one first.” I roared to no one in particular, slamming home and pumping thick jets of hot cum into the condom buried inside Paul. Breeding him through the latex while he cried out against T’s lips. The sight of this kept my passion high. Continuing to fuck through my orgasm until I had milked every drop from my happy sack.
I caught my breath and pulled out slowly. Taking off the full, heavy condom and tossing it aside. I then grabbed my phone and hit record. Wanting to capture this filthy occasion on video.
“Now take care of each other while your Master films.”
They flipped onto the bed facing one another, still collared and leashed, their cocks rock hard and leaking. Paul grabbed T’s dick and started stroking while T reached for his, both of them jerking fast and messy on the bed. They kept making out, tongues deep, moaning my name as they worked each other off and I filmed every dirty second—close-ups of their tongues wrestling, hands pumping slick cocks, asses still gaping and shiny with lube from my pounding.
“Cum for me, boys. Show me what good bitches you are!”
And come they did! Paul first, shooting his load across T’s abs and the bed. T following seconds later, exploding from Paul’s fist and painting his friend’s thigh white.
I stopped recording at this point and yanked their leashes again, pulling them to their knees in front of me. One simple command in mind.
“Clean me up!”
Despite just coming, they obeyed with vigour. Licking my cock and balls clean, tasting rubber, lube and sweat while I petted their heads and told them what good pups they were. And once I was acceptably clean, T went to loosen his collar. However, I stopped him with a smirk. My stubbled smile announcing that we were far from finished. Oh those poor little pups were in for a long night.
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