Mickey's Load

Mickey was snoring heavily. I took my chance and began to shower. Strands of his red bristle and dried clumps of his cum, washed out of me. His scent was still strong in the shower mist.

My ass bore the scars of his invasion, it felt like he was still inside me. My shoulders ached from his brutal double arm bar. My mouth couldn't shake the taste of his cum soaked jocks.

At least most of his sweat was off me. I found a clean pair of his boxers , a pair of his sports socks and his Gymshark t shirt. Everything else was dirty.

I was lacing up my trainers when I heard him cough. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking his head. 'I was ready to fuck you again but you ran off like a bitch' . 'Mickey you were snoring on my back, that stubby limp cock of yours wasn't able to piss, let alone fuck me'. ' we will see about that later, thought you learned a lesson yesterday, how many times did I rip your ass apart last night?' 'Mickey leave all your bullshit for later, are you going to sit on your bed all day like a moaney little bitch.

He just glared at me and walked out the door. 'You fucking showered, did I say you could?' . Mickey, your pubes are still cum stained and that sweat, maybe you need to clean up?. 'Typical bitch boy, you think a bit of soap is going to save you? I filled you up last night, you should have respected that. Now I have to do it again, you need to learn that I make the rules now'.

There was an aggressive edge to Mickey this morning, I could tell he would go full beast mode.

'Youre one thick cunt, wearing my jocks, my socks, you're really asking for it today. Get me food'. 'Only because you made food and juice drinks, I'll do that for you, but I'm not forgetting you used my phone to pay for everything else'. ' 'I'll be using it again when I'm standing on your face'. Mickey sat naked on a stool at his breakfast bar. His balls protruded over the front of the stool and his cock curved slightly upwards. He always looked erect, it was a testament to his mass. I couldn't believe there was no sign of wear on his cock. Hours of ploughing into me and it looked perfect, primed.

' You're having problems walking today, is your little ass aching? . ' I'm 100% Mickey, you did your best but it looks like you just splattered a bit of cum on your pubes there. Maybe you just had a little accident? I was waiting, listening to you panting away, expecting something, but honestly I had to think of Deano to cum'.

' You sick lying bastard, I had you good, double arm barred , gagged with my fucking jocks and you were pleading with with me to slow down. Don't give me all that little bit of cum crap, there was so much inside you it made a slushing noise every time I banged you. You were lucky I flooded you or you would be sticking your finger up there today trying to put baby cream on your sores'.

' I don't deny that you overpowered me or that your arm bar was painful, and the gagg was brutal. I just don't think you're dick is anything to bragg about'.

Mickey didn't like insults about his manhood: 'Ive seen you, this lad here, look at it, at least twice as wide as yours and stronger too. You fucking know I damaged you'.

Mickey's cock was standing proud as he praised it's prowess. ' You will see later, I won't go easy on you this time'. I was going to go easy on you today as long as you were obedient. But now it's no holds barred' Mickey jumped off the bar stool, grabbed a dirty pair of jocks , socks and trainers and headed out to the gym.

' Get your ass out here so I can have you again and get my clothes off you'. 'Get used to it Mickey, me having your stuff.

We were facing of again on the mat. Micky crouched, looking for my ankles, I was too fast, he tried again and failed. The third time he dropped down, I caught him between my legs on the way back up.

I had him in a reverse standing headscissors, he lifted me up , hoping to throw me off, I grabbed the pull up bar above us, raised my left leg up under his throat and my right in tight, to lock him in. He growled as I started to choke him.

Mickey was trapped under me. This was my chance to weaken him. I used the pull up bar to raise myself up and pull him him with me. Mickey was stretched to his limit, on his toes, trying to stay awake. I wasn't going to break our agreement and choke him out, but I was happy to drain his energy. I just had to last long enough on the pull up bar, for him to collapse.

It didn't take long his legs were shaking and he was whimpering. I worked it closely but carefully. I knew time was in my side. Mickey started to buckle. I controlled his descent, until I had him on the mat .

He landed face down locked between my hamstrings, I grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up and planted his face deep into my arse. I crushed him into submission.

I had him in a reverse face down headscissors. A cruel and humiliating lock, one that uses the body's strongest muscles.

'Whats it like Mickey submitting into your own jocks? Must be hard enough breathing in my arse but I'm wearing your jocks too. Maybe I'll wank in them while I'm crushing you. How would you feel about that? Mickey couldn't speak even if he tried too. His stubby nose and his mouth were pressing into my hole. I knew it drove him crazy when I taunted him, so I fucked with his head.

' I never knew you loved ass so much until you spent the night inside me yesterday. I showered today to get your smell out , so you could get the pure smell of me today. No point worshipping an ass that smells of yourself, is there Mickey? The longer you're here the more you you will smell me and taste me. There's so much I can do to you here. What do you think it would feel like, if I did push ups now?

Powering into Mickey's neck I started my set of push ups. Pulling him up and in deeper, with each rep. I stopped at 15. ' Your not counting Mickey, your supposed to be motivating me, cheering me on, I know it's hard to speak, but I'll take a groan for each rep.

A routine was born, I'd do 30 push ups with Mickey groaning to count each one. Then I'd let him rest for a few minutes and do another 10 or 20. Enough to work my arms and upper body, without wasting energy. I had to keep my energy levels up. Being master is rewarding, but it means you work harder, to keep your opponent down.

I was in peak form. Hard to believe I was trapped in desperation a few hours before. Now I had total control over Mickey. There was no more cocky comments or threats from him, just the odd whimper in my ass. For Mickey the experience was devastating. He was crushed into my arse, zapped of energy, breathing my sweat and gas. But this was how he had exhausted me just a day ago. I had learned from his technique. I remembered the devastation when he sat on me for hours, smothered under his body heat, struggling for clean air.

Now it was his time for him to suffer the same fate. I realized too, how erotic it was, for both of us. Yes he was suffering, but he was turned on now, with the full knowledge of what he had subjected me to. So I kept it tight and worked him hard. I had to push him further, if I was going to own him.

The next step was humiliating for him and sheer ecstacy for me. I wasn't surprised when he agreed to pull down my (his) jocks and lick my hole. I knew it turned him on.

He was surprised though, when I told him I'd be wanking off in those jocks, I'd stolen from him.

Total domination: robbing his jocks, forcing him to lick my hole so that I would cum in his jocks. All loss for Mickey, all gain for me, pain for him, pleasure for me.

Mickey couldn't help himself though, he was so excited by his ordeal, he had to fuck the floor underneath him. Proof to me, he was starting to accept his role, as my bitch.

I'd often put a coushin or football between my legs to wank off solo. It somehow intensified everything. That feeling of his neck there, was way more intense and Mickey had incredible tongue technique too. My pleasure was deep, he fired up zones of pleasure inside me until I came.

Post cum release was a time of deep satisfaction, all the better with the feeling of his neck between my legs and his tongue inside me. Better still knowing I was wearing his jocks. I had to make sure I had tamed this stocky beast though. There was no room for pity or mercy. Mickey had been utterly ruthless with me.

I had to be determined, demanding and confident. That was bad news for Mickey. I couldn't let him settle for too long, I had to make sure his journey was arduous, unpredictable and tough. After another set of push ups, I was peaking and he was fading. That was the perfect moment to pull him up.

Mickey was on his knees now. I was standing tall, grabbing the base of the pull up stand. Crossing my ankles and squeezing hard, he was locked hard into my ass. Pulling at the bars added pressure to the scissors. 'aaah, yyy, szhh, submit..' Mickey was desperate to submit. He could barely get the words out. I locked my legs around his neck into a rear figure four and completed 40 pull ups. Each one crushed him, giving him a split second to recover before the next.

Then it was back down on the mat, with him licking me. All my communication now was physical. I applied the pressure, he submitted. I locked in, he groaned. I was teaching him a new language, a way to communicate with a master.

This was the moment to subject him to a barrage of brutality. That meant scissoring him around the gym aggressively for forty minutes. I crushed every way I could, scissoring him into me, sideways, on his knees, standing, I rolled him and I twisted him.

By the time I released him he was disoriented, unsteady and utterly submissive. Now Micky had to be split apart, spladeld, humiliated. It was easy to lock him into the spladle, he was so weak. But I never expected him to be so desperate.

Mickey looked incredible: naked, muscular, hard, stretched apart, pinned on his shoulders, his manhood exposed to the sky. He was utterly defenceless against the punishment that awaited him, and yet it turned him on. His cock was desperate to unload, but he couldn't touch it.

If he wanted to ease his suffering he had to go beyond submission, swallow his pride, and plead for mercy. I wasn't going to make that easy for him, not now when I was so close to finalizing is fate, as my bitch. Mickey would have to accept that his humility and submission and his acceptance of suffering, were the only pathways to relief.

I couldn't underestimate him though, or give him any chance to rebound. He more than a match for me physically. If he got the edge again, I would be the object of his revenge.

So Mickey's journey to subjection would have to go deeper. I started to pull him apart, his left and right legs stretched away from each other. 'Aaaah, fuck aaagh I submit'. 'Im hardly stretching you Mickey, you're too tight, you can bend much further, but as you submitted, I'll give you a few minutes to adjust'.

'I can't, you can't stretch me anymore'. 'Mickey you're cock is rock hard, your loving this. Next time you go to the gym, do some stretching too, it will make easier for you when I splade you'.

'Youre going much wider lad so stop bitching'. 'aaaaah, no, aaagh, fuck'. 'Were half way there Mickey, you should be thanking me for working on your flexibility. This time we're going all the way, are you ready? 'Youre going to fucking pay for this'. 'Wrong answer Mickey. I had him stretched out as far as I could, without causing him damage. He shrieked, submitted and whimpered so I let him back an inch.

' No manners Mickey? I don't hear thank you' . I stretched him out again and in again and out again. The next hour and a half was dedicated to the spladle. I didn't give him time to think, he was busy trying to manage his pain.

I wasn't just stretching, I was also spladling him around the floor, until I lined him up with the gym mirror. 'Look at that Mickey, what a sight eh? Me in charge all powerful. You naked, trapped, your butt, balls and cock exposed. How does that make you feel?

I forced him to watch his destruction, until he couldn't take anymore and finally, I released the spladle.

It was time to finish him off. Stripping off my t-shirt, I waited for him to get to his knees and then locked him, face into my armpit, with a standing guillotine choke.

I dropped down on one knee and forced it into his back, stretching him backward over my upper thigh. He was struggling to breathe. ' Lick if you want to breathe Mickey'. He obeyed and submitted. He was smothered under my armpit and stretched out in agony. I worked the guillotine on him until he was at breaking point again. ' fuck..mercy.. please..I submit'. It was time for him to face his worst fears. I stripped off my jocks and socks. Dragged him over to his weights bench and forced him on it, face down.

Sitting on his ass I: (1) Bent his right, then left arm, up behind his back, (2) Grabbed one of my white ankle socks off the floor and stuffed my cock into it. (3) Rammed my cock into his ass (4) Lifted him up by the chin into a camel clutch.

'No aaah fuck no not the camel' Mickey was devastated, this was what he threatened to do to me, and now he was the victim. ' How does it feel to have a proper cock inside you Mickey, not a stubby one like yours but a man's cock. I doubt you're little ass is big enough to fit this in?

I could see why Mickey loved this position. The harder I fucked him, the more I pulled back on his chin and forced submission.

This was the ultimate victory for me. The first time I was in his ass, dominating. It felt good. He was tight but breaking him was errotic. Mickey was in heaven and hell. Moaning with pleasure as I explored every inch of his ass, whimpering in pain from the camel clutch. His cum spurted upward as I pulled him back by the chin. It covered his eyes and my hands.

The harder I fucked him and clutched him, the harder he came. I was determined to drain him. It took much longer than I had thought, Mickey was a fit bastard with incredible endurance. I admired his ability to take me and suffer, as long as he did. Finally he cried out 'im done, I' can't take anymore' . That's the moment I was waiting for. I had been holding my load until he was empty, as a symbol of my superiority.

He shivered as my cum flooded into the sock and leaked out into his ass. 'aah fuck man, that feels good, fucking amazing'. His aggression was gone, he flopped down into the bench and pleaded with me to fuck him again. I pulled out of him and stuffed the cum soaked sock into his mouth. He didn't resist. ' How does it feel to taste my cum and your ass Mickey, how does it feel to be fucked by your master?' 'Good, fucking good' ' Ready to go to your bed so I can fuck you properly Mickey?' Yeah, god yeah.

He was totally submissive, I didn't have to tell him to lie flat down on his bed, he spread his cheeks apart willingly and put the sock gagg back in. 'Youv'e earned a good fuck Mickey'.

He was under me, my thighs entangled his, the hair on our legs matted together. My feet wrapped around his ankles. I was inside him. It felt warm and solid. Mickey sighed with pleasure. His physique was incredible. Solid, strong, heavy, muscular. I licked every muscle I could reach: his forearms, triceps, biceps, delts, traps, side obliques and back. I licked them over and over until my tongue knew every inch.

My tongue lashed his pits. He tasted salty, sweet and nutty. I drank his sweat. I licked his face and nose, his eyes , I sucked his hair. My cock travelled through every molecule of his ass, stopping to stimulate his zones of pleasure and nourish him.He throbbed with desire, his pulse raced.

He wanted it deeper so I stood up and grabbed his bedhead and ploughed into him. I couldn't have been any harder or further inside him. I was almost carrying his weight on my cock. ' Fuck youre a legend, youre the King, fuck. Fuck me in the shower' . Stay inside me, make me crawl to the shower and fuck me there'. That was music to my ears, I straddled him all the way to the shower and hit the cold water over him. He reacted with shock at the cold and deep pleasure to the cock inside him.

' Face fuck me' Mickey's need for domination was intense. I switched on the warm water, pushed him down on his knees in the shower and destroyed his mouth. He sucked hard, as though he needed my cum to survive. I shot a mega load down into his skull and then spat in his face. ' Again do it again' I don't know why I spat at Mickey , but he loved it. I realized there was no limit to his sexual desire. I had to set the rules for him.

'Bend over Mickey, I'm going to stick my cock back in, I'm going to ride you back to your bed, you're going to put the jocks back in you're mouth and I'm going to fuck until you can't take anymore' ' yes yes ..ahh fuck' It was hard to keep up with his sexual desires. By 7am he was out, asleep, limp. It had taken that long to satisfy him.

My weekend was over, in just an hour his mother would be home. I hated pulling out of him but I had no choice. At least I knew his ass was mine now.

Three days later, I saw him out jogging with Deano. Mickey was wearing those under armour rugby shorts. I was sure it was just to show off his thigh muscles. These weren't jogging shorts. Deano was friendly and impossibly sexy. God the lad made me hard. Mickey was edgy. He stared at me aggressively. I was surprised, my bitch was challenging me again? Maybe not maybe it was just a show for Deano.

I was wrong, Deano wanted to finish the run but Mickey said his ankle ached. Deano jogged away, Mickey turned to me and said 'You left something in my house, come I'll get if for you'.

What the hell I thought, if this little prick wants trouble I'm happy to cream him?

'Hang there outside, I'll get if for you'. I waited outside his house. Mickey returned with a package. 'take that you will know what to do with it'.

He slammed the door and I jogged home confused. I forgot about the package until my shower was finished.

Naked in front of my bedroom mirror, I felt confident and cocky. I liked what I saw. I was proud of my physique.

On my bed I noticed Mickey's package. I opened the bag, inside a pair of freshly cum stained jocks.

My cock hardened immediately. I stuffed his jocks in my mouth. It felt like heaven. I spent the rest of the day wanking to his smell.