Dylan's Descent

Asher

Asher comes from a very religious, conservative family. Asher outright rejects his religious upbringing. He has a younger brother who is all into it that he doesn’t talk to or even associate with. Asher is gay, no sliding scale or fluidity, just very much a gay boy. His parents have no idea. Asher is 22 and moved out to his own little, sort of trashy, cheap apartment as soon as he turned 18; though he still spends a lot of time hanging around his parents. His Mom still cooks for him and does his laundry and stuff like that. He otherwise avoids his family at all costs.

Asher is a pretty basic dude. He works at Amazon in the distribution center and actually makes a pretty decent amount of money. He’s a solid worker even though he doesn’t really do anything all that complicated. Asher likes the simplicity of his work and would rather use his creativity in the bedroom with Sam, or one of the other boys he plays with. Asher and Sam started a sexual relationship when Asher was 18 and Sam was just 14. It was awkward at first, especially since it was Sam who initiated it. Asher and Sam have grown very close beyond their sexual escapades. 

Asher is in love with Sam. He desperately wants to be with him and is willing to do anything to please him.

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[Asher]

Oh man. I can’t wait to see Sam tonight. I can’t wait to find out what he did to pervy dude. It’s gonna be hot and Sam’s gonna be all horned up. I hope he didn’t get off with the perv. Whatever. Sam can get off all day if he wants. Horny little fucker.

Sam: yo dude

Asher: LITTLE DUDE!!

Sam: when u comin over

Asher: I’m already on my way little buddy.

Asher: About to turn down 3rd.

Sam: nice ur close

Asher: Did you go crazy today?    

Sam: oh fuck man

Sam: wait til u hear about this

Sam: its rly fucked up

Sam: im totally high on power man

Asher: Good. That means you’re horny. 

Sam: beyond horny man

Sam: i hope ur ready

Asher: My ass is already tingling.

Asher: Parking now.

Asher: See you in a few.

Oh yeah! My little dude is ready to rock and roll! It’s gonna be a good night.

“Hey Mr. Charles! Can I go up?” I asked the doorman at Sam’s building. I already knew the answer.

“Sure thing Mr. Asher! Have a fun night!” The doorman cheerfully told me.

“Oh, I will!”

This building is so weird. 34 floors and it’s only half filled. Sam lives in a penthouse and is like one of only three people on that floor, even though there are six units. Like more than half the building is empty and unfinished, including just about every floor below his.

“It’s about fucking time!” an already naked Sam sneered as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the apartment. Whenever Sam was home, he was almost always naked. Usually I come in and get naked too.

“Whoa! LITTLE DU…” Before I could finish my greeting, he had slammed me against the door and firmly planted his lips on mine. He had his tongue down my throat in seconds. He was really ready to get it on.

Damn. He’s such a fine kisser. Fuck yeah. He’s got me hard as a rock. Wait, what? What the fuck?

 “Fuck you dude. Why you gotta play me like that? Fucker.” I snapped at Sam as he broke our kiss, pulled back, and slapped me in the face.

“Yeah, I know I’m fucking awful, man. Why are you still dressed?” demanded Sam.

“Um, I didn’t have a chance to do anything dude.”

Before I could say anything else, Sam was lip locked with me again. He was being super aggressive. Not that he isn’t most of the time, but this was extra. While he was kissing me, he was trying to get my clothes off. I had no idea this would go this way, so I wore a few too many layers for his needs right now. He was fumbling with the buttons on my sweater.

“UGH. What the fuck man? Why do you have to wear so many fucking clothes?”

“IT’S FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE!”

That got me another slap in the face. Harder than the last one.

“Yeah. Fuck that.” Sam said as he dropped to his knees and began to take the easier route of getting into my jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and slid them and my underwear down. My cock was already rock hard and oozing precum. Sam swallowed the whole of my cock like nothing. He went right to work blowing me – something he was pretty fucking awesome at.

He could deep throat my cock like no one else. He started slowly, getting me eased into his cock worship. He slowly slid his mouth back, almost completely, but instead just to my head. He’d lick my head and then quickly slide back down burying his nose in my pubes. He did this several times and then he’d start sliding back using his teeth, just slightly. Each time sliding back down softly and back up harshly – getting a bit more aggressive each time. 

I finally got my sweater and shirts off and put my hands on the back of his head. I tried to take some control and fuck his face. He was not having it. He took his hands and slammed them onto my pelvis and slammed me back into the door. He pushed on me while he remained in control of this blowjob. Just to show me who the boss is, he grabbed my low hanger balls and squeezed them, pulling and twisting on them in the process. It fucking hurt like hell, but I was also strangely into it.

My panting and moaning probably gave Sam the idea that I was close to cumming. Without letting go of my balls, he quit sucking my cock and stood up. He yanked on me just enough to get me to lean down and he shoved his tongue down my throat. He let go of my balls and grabbed on to my throat pretty tightly. Sam and I fucked around a lot and he was always pretty dominant, but this was really going to another level. His time with Dylan must have brought something out in him.

As he pressed on my neck, he stopped kissing me. He just stared right into my eyes. The intensity on his face was nothing I’d seen before. He seemed possessed. He grabbed my shoulder and swung me around pushing my face into the door.

“We’re gonna do this all right here?” I mumbled into the door.

“Does it fucking matter where I use your ass? SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!” He shouted into my ear as he slammed my face into the door again.

As if it wasn’t obvious before, I now know I’ve lost any control I might have had of this situation. He grabbed onto my hips and pulled them back just enough so my ass was at the same level as his cock. He usually had to maneuver somehow since he was so much shorter than me. He dropped to his knees again and spread my ass apart and dug his tongue right into my asshole. It goes without saying; this is another thing he was particularly good at. His tongue darted in and out of my hole. He was circling and digging and licking. It was intense. I pushed out just enough to give him my rosebud to suck on. He moaned his satisfaction as he fucked me with his mouth. He finally spit on my hole and stood up.

I started to lean back toward him and he put his left arm up and shoved me forcefully into the door again. This time, since I wasn’t quite ready for that, he ended up smashing my face into the door really hard. It hurt this time. He wasn’t playing around. With his other hand, he aimed his cock right at my well-eaten hole. I could feel his precum-covered cock pressing against my hole as he pushed right in. He didn’t hold back. He shoved his cock – all ten thick inches of it – all the way into me. I shrieked in pain from the force. That just encouraged him to do it again. He kept thrusting into me faster and harder. I am always amazed at how strong such a scrawny boy could be. He had me pressed against the door with one arm and was holding tightly onto my hip with the other as he rape-fucked me with all of his might.

This rough fucking went on for a while, easily 15 minutes or more. Sam had stamina. There was almost no limit to how long he could go. Finally, I felt him thrust one last time and hold his cock inside me. I thought for sure, he was ready to cum. Instead, he grabbed the back of my head and swung me around. He threw me to the floor with one solid push. I crashed down on the ground and looked up at him with a little fear in my eyes. This didn’t register with him at all. He knelt down and rolled me on to my back. He threw my legs up and roughly shoved his cock into my ass. He held it there as he just stared at me. His piercing stare was focused right into my eyes. It’s like he could see inside of me. I swear it looked like his eyes were glowing, but I figured I’m just completely stunned by the whole situation.

He slid his hands up and down my chest, feeling my nicely sculpted body. I knew he liked my body. He kept sliding his hands up and down with more and more pressure, using his nails and digging into me, scratching me, drawing blood. He just raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. 

He never broke his stare. His cock just buried deep inside me. His hands eventually made it to my throat. He wrapped both of his hands around my throat and slowly tightened them. I put my hands on his arms, but didn’t move beyond that. I just wanted to be ready should he go too far. He started to fuck me. It was a slow deliberate fuck. He eased his cock all the way out and right back in again. He never lost his rhythm or let the intensity of his stare ease up. He squeezed his hands more tightly. I could feel my breathing becoming more and more labored. I tried, in vain, to pull his hands away, but he was simply too strong. He loosened his grip and I could feel the blood rush and then he’d tighten them again. He held this grip as he increased the pace of his fucking. He started to go faster and faster, deeper and deeper, as he held on to my neck with a firmer and firmer grip. 

I began to feel lightheaded. He was holding on too tight. I tried to speak out and let out a barely audible, raspy protest. He ignored it and kept pounding away at me with even more intensity. My back was hurting from being pushed against the floor, my head was hitting the legs of the coffee table. My  throat was hurting and I felt I was fading. He finally made one last thrust and let out a growl at the top of his lungs as he simultaneously let go of my neck and shot a fire hose of cum into me. I could feel his monster cock pulsing as he shot another stream. I felt the warmth of his cum coating my insides and the rush of blood flow around my neck. He finished his filling of my ass, pulled out and leaned back, breathing heavily. 

I couldn’t move. I was completely wiped out by this wild fuck. Sam still wasn’t done yet. He leaned back up and grabbed my still hard cock. He took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me gently, but intensely. He was determined to make me cum. This wasn’t too difficult given how much I had been edged to this point. I let out a loud moan and just shot my load into his mouth. He sucked and slurped my cum as if it were what he needed to save his life. He sucked every last drop out of me. He finally pulled off of me and crawled over me and lay down on top of me. He kissed me and then just rested his head on my chest and cuddled me. We both just lay there breathing heavily, sweating, trying to regain our composure. It was like a switch went off and he was a sweet boy again.

“Holy fucking Christ dude. What the fuck was that?” I asked breathlessly.

“Fuck. I can’t explain it. I just needed to take you. To hurt you.”

“You’re not making any sense little dude.”

“I know. I wanted you. Bad. Not just like usual. I wanted to own you.”

“You fucking owned me dude. You totally fucking owned me. I thought you were going to kill me dude. You had me scared.”

“I know. Sorry, not sorry. Ugh. Asher, I wouldn’t hurt you like that. You’re too important to me. I just…I… just needed to show you what I’m capable of. I needed you to know what you are and what I am.”

“Hmmm. You’re gonna need to explain that sometime. Don’t know. You probably won’t make any sense. You’re almost incoherent. You could have just told me you know. Does this have something to do with your abusing Dylan today?”

“I think it does. I wanted to totally fuck the hell out of him. I know I need to wait. I need to make sure he’s completely obedient. Completely mine.”

“I need a drink. Come one, let’s go get some beers.”

I stood up and extended my hand to Sam. He grabbed it and I helped him up. I held on to his hand as we walked to the kitchen. Despite how rough that was, it only heightened my feelings for Sam. I still don’t think I have the nerve to tell him though.

We went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers. Sam was leaning back on the counter. He looked so sweet and angelic. I can’t imagine how this cute little teenager could be so rough and mean. I walked up to him and got really close to him. I put my arm around him and looked right into his eyes. He stared right back. Unlike the violent fierceness of the stares we just had, this was softer. I so wanted to tell him how I felt about him, that I was in love with him. Instead all I could do was talk about what just happened.

“I’m not going to lie. That was fucking awesome.”

“Yeah? You’re OK with that? I mean, I really hope you are. I feel like that’s what’s next for us. It’s definitely what I want.”

I didn’t know what else to say, so I just leaned in on him and kissed him. We passionately made out with one another for a few minutes. When we pulled back, I ran my hand through his bushy hair and smiled at him. I then got down on my knees and took his cock in my hand. As big as it is, it isn’t something I can just swallow and deep throat like he can mine. I started licking and kissing it, as it got hard again. I slid the head of his cock into my mouth and lapped at it with my tongue. I also began to massage his balls. Like mine, they hang low, but they are considerably bigger. I pulled off of his cock and began to lick his balls. He cooed his pleasure. I knew he liked this. I may not have been able to take his cock deep in my mouth, but I was able to suck on his almost golf ball sized balls. 

I took one testicle into my mouth and sucked and pulled on it. I moved over to the other and did the same. I went back and forth until I began to slide both of them into my mouth. It was always a little challenging at the beginning and it required a little squeezing and pulling, but I always got them both. I pulled down and sucked as he moaned and grabbed onto my hair. I grabbed his cock while I worked his balls in my mouth and started stroking. He spit down onto his cock to give me a little extra lubrication and I kept stroking his cock while I suckedand tugged on his little orbs. I could hear his breathing get more intense and he started to buck his hips a little and slide down a bit. He finally let out a loud groan and shot his load. I pulled his balls out of my mouth and let him shoot all over my face and into my mouth. I stood up and began to kiss him again. Sam pulled back and began to lick his cum off my face and then kissed me back. We then just stood there looking at each other.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, you know that?” Sam said to me.

“Nah, you’re the amazing one. So fucking amazing.”

“Let’s go cuddle for a bit before I fuck you again.” Sam said with a devilish smile.

“That sounds cool.”

“Oh! And I can tell you what I did to Dylan today!”

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Sam and Asher often had lengthy sex sessions. Most of the time they were just plenty of sex with a few stops in between to drink more. They’d always end up hanging out for a while and eventually Asher would go home. They almost always did this at Sam’s. There were a few times where they spent the night together, but usually they went their separate ways when they were done. 

Tonight would be different. Sam shared his experience with Dylan in graphic detail. It was a major turn on for both boys. The two boys would get no sleep, as they would embark on a marathon of sex for hours on end. Everything from the wild, violent sex they’d just had to more passionate, intimate time together. 

This night would mark the beginning of a new phase of Sam and Asher’s relationship. 

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[Sam]

I feel like something is wrong with me, yet I feel completely fine. I’m wide awake, even though I’ve had absolutely no sleep. I finally wiped Asher out. He’s dead to the world right now. He looks so cute when he sleeps. I want to just kiss and cuddle him. I also want to inflict pain on him. I want to just strangle him, not kill him, I just want to keep him afraid of me. I guess all those years of twisted and violent porn has had an effect on me.

I think it is about time I make Asher more than just my fuck buddy. We should be a lot more. I want to control him, not like I do Dylan, but I still need him to be obedient to me. I also can’t stop thinking about Dylan. Maybe, after yesterday, I need to give him a little break. I could let him have a little bit of special time with me, let him finally get something out of this. Or not. Fuck him. He’s my slave. I really want him to suffer. I love the way he looks when he’s uncomfortable and in pain. He's so into it, it is so obvious. It makes me love him even more, in the dark, strange way I feel for him, which very well might not be love. I really don't know what love feels like. No ones ever shown me love.

Ugh. As usual, I’m still so fucking horny. I need to just please myself. The poor boy needs some sleep. I should just wake him up and fuck him again, but I’ll give him a pass - this time. I know, I think I’ll just fist myself. That would be a good way to keep myself busy until he wakes up. I don’t even have to leave the bed.

I lubed up my ass and my right hand. I got on my back and lifted my legs up over my head. I’m a pretty flexible boy, so this is easy for me. My heart started to pound a little knowing that Asher was right there next to me and he clouds wake up at any minute. My obsession with self-pleasure was still just a secret of my own. I guess if I’m going to get into a relationship with him, I could tell him. 

I slid my fingers in and out, slowly working my hole. Two fingers, three fingers, four fingers. When I took my fingers out of my ass, I started to fuck it with my thumb to lube it more, and to feel each one of my fingers in my ass by themselves. I started putting all five fingers in, feeling that big difference from just my fingers. This position somehow helped me ease in even more. Gradually, I felt my asshole opening more and more under the pressure of my hand. I was inside just before the knuckles. I loved that feeling of pressure on my ass. That moment just before my hole stretches and lets whatever huge thing I’m trying to slip inside of me penetrate me. 

Finally, my hole gave way to my hand, I gasped and moaned with extreme pleasure as my knuckles went inside my body. Fuck! This feels so good! I just held my hand inside of me. It always impresses me that I can fist my own ass. 

I love how being full felt, no matter what it was - my hand, a dildo, a plug. One day, I need to let Asher fuck me or fist me. It would probably feel really amazing. Drops of precum drooled out of my cock. I slowly moved my hand back and forth, and the pleasure was even stronger, almost mind blowing. I felt opened and full and was loving it. Fuck, I am so fucking horny!

I kept thrusting with my hand, without pulling out, faster and faster, harder and harder. I wanted to make myself feel the pain I inflict on others. I grabbed my balls with my free hand and squeezed and twisted them. Now I was thrusting my fist in and out of my ass, punch fisting myself. I began to punch my own balls too. Ugh! This is so fucking amazing!! I was in complete ecstasy, with my heart pounding so strong and fast in my chest, and panting and moaning almost uncontrollably. I had no idea Asher had woken up and was watching me, jerking on his own cock. I finally started to tense up and I could feel the cum welling up from my beaten balls. I let out a loud, long grunt and cum spurted out of my cock like a geyser, covering my face and chest and the bed. Asher shot his own load all over me as well. 

“Damn little dude, that was fucking hot as hell. Why haven’t you ever done that for me? Fuck!”

I was breathing heavily, but slowly regaining my composure. I was drenched in cum. I leaned into Asher’s face and angrily responded to him.

“Beacuse it is none of your fucking business, bitch. You find things out when I want you to. Be lucky you saw that. Now lick this fucking cum off me so we can go get Dylan.