Dominated by Dwaine

At least a year had past since my encounter with Dwaine. There had been lots to read about him. The local press listed his history of petty crimes eventually leading to the headline 'Young Thug Smirks as Judge passes Sentence'.

None of this surprised me. Dwaine had been on the rampage for years, clocking up charges for: drunk and disorderly conduct, aggressive behaviour, fighting, theft, etc.

In his mind, Dwaine was invincible, he could have anything he wanted and anyone in his way, would be sorry.

I could just picture him standing there in front of the court, smirking. Probably wearing those grey track bottoms, white trainers and blue t shirt, looking rough and cocky.

Dwaine was roguishly handsome at the time: aged 19 and youthful, brownish, reddish tightly cut hair, freckled with blondish reddish stubble, blue eyes, chiseled facial profile and a near perfect, lean, but muscular physique.

He always looked handsome, but threatening. He would catch your eye, but on closer study, you would notice he was scruffy. If he did reel you in with those blue eyes, you could be certain trouble lay ahead.

I had been his victim before, he had physically overpowered and sexually dominated me.

For almost eighteen months after that experience, I lusted after Dwaine. He was locked away and by all accounts he was getting sexually serviced by his cell mate.

I couldn't approve of or justify, Dwaine's criminal behaviour or his in prison deeds, but in my fantasy world, I wanted to be his cell mate.

It wasn't just his looks or body, but his attitude too, that turned me on, that cockiness the judge found so offensive, I found deeply arousing.

When Darren told me he had seen Dwaine hanging out at the local snooker hall, I felt a rush of excitement. 'When did you see him Dar. How did he look?' 'Today, what do you mean, he looked normal, bit rough, but he put on a bit of size in detention'. Darren could talk about size, he was a beast of a lad, unnaturally muscular and incredibly good looking.

'What did he say Darren?' ' He was doing what he always does, looking for trouble, not with me, he knows I'd floor him, took no crap from him even in prison, he did ask if you were around though so watch out, he's one strange fucker'.

The difference between Darren and Dwaine was, Darren had spent time inside as well, drug related, but turned his life around, mostly because of his new addiction to keeping fit and boxing. Dwaine seemed bent on trouble again.

Despite Darren's warning, I was conflicted, I had an unbearable yearning to see him and yet I knew he would bring trouble.

I didn't expect to see Dwaine so soon, I had just left Darren and jumped on the bus. There was no one upstairs and I preferred it, because there's more leg room near the front.

The first thing I felt was his bicep lodged tightly into the side of my neck and his forearm under my throat, his bicep bulged and his forearm thickened as he locked in his sleeper hold, from behind me.

Straight away, I knew it was Dwaine, I recognized his smell, his breath, his arms.

The lock was gruesome, rigid, unbreakable. From what I could see Darren was right, Dwaine had put on muscle, those arms were impressive.

My cock was rising while I was fading, it felt like Dwaine wanted to choke me out. I was aroused by his strength and brutality.

'Bringing back memories for ya, remember this, I fucking had the run of you, did you missed me?' ' Dwaine?..that you aagh ' ' Don't pretend you don't know it's me, I've got a good view of you're cock from back here and it's the way I remember it, all excited and desperate for Dwaine, you never fucking visited me, I needed my cock sucked'.

Dwaine had me completely at his mercy, I couldn't reach him and he had perfect leverage seated behind me, to execute a brutal choke.

My only chance was to pander to Dwaine's ego. 'Sorry Dwaine, I didn't know you wanted visits'. 'I expect you to come in when I'm there, leave me trainers, jocks, socks, cash and suck my cock'.

It was like the last eighteen months hadn't happened. In the space of a few minutes Dwaine had taken control of me again. I couldn't even see his face but his cockiness had me overwhelmed.

We were only three stops from the bus depot. I wasn't sure if he would leave me there, out cold, erect, for the driver to find, or if he had other plans for me.

I felt his muscles close in around me, he was resting his chin on my head and flexing hard. 'Submit bitch..' 'aasgh aaah sss submit' 'Do you want to suck me?' ' Yeah..aah' 'Say it..' ' Aaah fuck Dwaine, please, I, I want to suck you'.

He must of been satisfied, he let me out of the sleeper hold. I needed less blood in my cock and more in my head.

The bus stopped, the speaker sounded 'final stop'. I felt the impact of Dwaine's lock, I was weakened.

Finally I could see him, he was in front of me on the way down the stairs. He was shirtless, his shoulders and upper back were wider now and impressively muscled. By the time we reached the base of the stairs, his t shirt was back on but I was grateful for the glimpse I had caught of his powerful v shaped torso.

The driver nodded as we exited the bus but I was staring at Dwaine's ass. He was wearing those grey track bottoms and fuck they were tight on him. His ass pumped out and cried strength.

Dwaine was slightly shorter than me and when he stopped outside the bus my cock wedged right into his upper ass.

'Lad you're fucking desperate for me, you missed you're target, you will pay for thinking you can have mine' Dwaine was right, I was so mesmerised by his ass I had almost ploughed into him.

That was the first glimpse I caught of his face. Time had been good to him. Dwaine still looked rough, handsome and youthful but with more intensity now.

'Youre coming with me, we have catching up to do, I'm only on temporary release, you're going to be busy tonight'.

I was stunned by Dwaine's certainty that he could just use me. In truth he could though.

It sounds crazy now but I obeyed Dwaine's command. I followed him down to a familiar spot near the beach. It had been his hunting ground as a teen tearaway. We all avoided the spot because Dwaine's gang used it to party and fight.

He was older now, almost 21, but he still returned there, this time to use me.

As soon as we arrived, Dwaine searched for his stash. He'd left alcohol and weed there, earlier that day.

It was a balmy humid, hot night. To my right the sea, dark and calm, to my left Dwaine lit by the moonlight above.

He was a sight, standing sideways on a rock: naked, hard and ripped, sculpted like renaissance God. His shape was perfect, broad from the shoulders, tapering to a tight waist interrupted by bulges of muscle, sinewed veins and abdominal slabs. Even under moonlight his public hair was rough and wirey, neatly hedging over his cock and shooting under his balls. They were meaty, his balls, heavy, almost muscular.

Dwaine's cock was stunning. It shot out, almost straight but pointing upwards towards the stars. It seemed to throb and it's head resembled a kind of weapon that would penetrate anything, and once in, anchor itself firm.

The long thick base of his cock was fed by surging veins of vigor.

Dwaines legs were muscular, long, manly and peppered with hair.

I don't know if he stood there to taunt me or to impress himself but it phased me. I don't know how, maybe he forced me, maybe I did it in worship him, but I found myself kneeling before him, his cock in my mouth.

There was a lot to take. I struggled with his impressive head but it tasted so good, I couldn't resist sucking it in. It burst through and as I feared it was anchored in my mouth. My mouth was stretched as wide as it could go, it felt like his head was stuck there, it couldn't go deeper, I couldn't take him and it couldn't pull out while he was hard.

I looked up and he was holding a bottle of beer, he saw me and plugged my nose with his fingers. He drilled further in and plugged my nostrils tight. His cock head scraped the roof of my mouth and tongue, if felt like it was growing thicker by the minute.

He laughed as I moaned and struggled to breathe. ''Either you're mouths got smaller or my cocks got bigger'.  I looked up at him pleadingly, he smirked and spat in my face.

Gasping and gurgling I struggled to satisfy and contain him but he felt warm and tasted buttery. Dwaine wasn't even half way in and I was exhausted, I hoped he might slow down if I pleasured him. My tongue curled to reach under the ridges of his cock head. The more I probed there, the more he seemed to weaken in his legs. It sent a mini orgasm through me as well.

It was like a battle, me working that spot to weaken his hold on me or slow him down and Dwaine trying to manage that pleasure and force his way further into me.

I succeeded in pushing him to edge of orgasm. He released my nose and I could breathe freely, he gasped and I felt his precum drip over my tongue.

That's when Dwaine had me. I couldn't manage my state of arousal, his precum acted like a drug, almost knocked me out with bliss.

For Dwaine it was like igniting a rocket, he wanted the full experience. I lost control of my mouth, he drilled in and down into my throat.

Dwained pumped hard, I sucked hard, He held me by the ears and pulled me deep into his crotch.

I could only see his bushy pubic hair. I held onto his hairy muscular calf muscles while he dominated my mouth and throat.

My mouth was full of spit, his crotch sweat and precum. He reached down through his spikey crotch hair and plugged my nose again.

I braced for it and like a thick gym shake, it filled me fast, but flooding me from my throat first, up to my mouth and into my nose.

I swallowed and drank him as fast as I could, but he kept flooding me. When I was full of him and could take no more, he released my nose and his cum flooded there too. Anywhere it could, it filled me.

He forced me over, onto my back and pinned me. ' I haven't had a good fuck for a long time'. Lying on top of me, Dwaine face fucked me into the sand for the rest of the night.

I can't remember how many times he was in my mouth or for how long. I just remember he felt and tasted so good. He seemed to have endless sexual drive and seed.

I woke alone, it was morning, His surplus cum was dry on my face. It still felt like his cock was in my mouth.

I checked my phone. Darren left a message. Dwaine had escaped from a day outing. Police had found him and he was on his way back to prison.

I realized I'd been fucked by an escapee, part of me felt thrilled he'd spent most of his freedom with me, part of me just felt used. Who could I tell and what good would come from it?

On the ground his empty beer bottles, one with a note sticking out. 'I meant it you better cum in to visit me this time'.