My Asian Zorro

It happened in New Orleans on the last day of Mardi Gras Carnival. I was nineteen at the time and I was constantly horny for sex. I was gorgeously good looking - still am in fact -with dirty blond hair, soulful hazel eyes, small button nose, and full kissable lips. I’m five-four and at one hundred and twenty-five pounds my naturally creamy white body is athletically ripped with lean, hard muscles that are pack and sharply define thanks to proper dieting and training hard at the gym. From my round shoulders, smooth pecs, tightly chiseled abs, slim compact waist, and sumptuous fuck-able ass, I have the fabulous physique of a skilled gymnast. I possess all the necessary equipment for my then profession as a street hustler.

I ran away to New Orleans when I was sixteen. I had a shitty home life. My mother died when I was a toddler so I was raised by a drunken, abusive father who loved using me as his personal pounding bag. I won’t get too much into that. The past is the past. I happy now with trusting friends, living in a city I love and working a job in which I was being well-paid.

But on that last day of Carnival, my world would change forever.

My friends and I agreed that it was one of the best carnivals ever. It certainly was very profitable. I made nearly $2,500 bucks offering up my services to a variety of horny men searching for a good time. Sure, I was a whore. But I was a whore who loved what I did. Like I mentioned I was young at the time and I didn’t have much more to often in life in terms of a respectable job. With just my hard body and boyish good looks to rely on, it was all I had, so I used it to my advantage, and it was paying off.

The weather was amazingly perfect and rather warm, the parades were especially dazzling, and the spirit of the crowd was upbeat. There was the usual flashing for beads in the French Quarter where I lived, but as usual, it was largely ignored by the city fathers and enjoyed by everyone.

I had just returned home to my apartment after attending one last late afternoon party on Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras itself, and had gone out onto my tiny balcony for a farewell look at the departing revelers. The streets were still crowded, so I was glad to be above it all.

Then someone very special caught my eye.

It was my destiny.

He was leaning against the house across the street. At first, I thought he might be drunk but it turned out he was just resting. He certainly came to life when he saw me standing on my balcony staring eagerly down at him with nothing on above the waist except a bunch of glittering carnival beads draped around my neck.

The stranger was bare-chested, and he was wearing a mask, and I really liked what I saw, especially when he stepped outta the shadow of the house which allowed me to get a better look at him.

His tan skin was beautifully creamy. I mean his skin just glowed. I wasn’t sure of his ethnicity, but I found his coloring intriguing. All I knew was that he was sexy as hell with just the right amount of menace thrown in for good measure thanks to the mask he was sporting.

He had the appearance of a man in his late twenties. I would later learn he was in fact thirty-one at the time. He stood six-two and clocked in at around one hundred and ninety-five pounds of the most perfectly structured set of solid lean muscles I’ve ever seen in my life.

It was obvious this dude worked out with the same religious fervor of a monk praying in church. I mean this guy’s body was seriously jacked. His smooth, unblemished skin was tightly stretched over astonishingly chiseled muscles that were only carrying perhaps seven percent body fat. Every curve of his ripped body was superbly cut with perfect symmetry. He was all granite muscles from his strong board shoulders which slimmed down to a very narrow waist. His rock-hard pecs were bloated and strong. His long torso was packed with muscles and his eight pack abs were so shredded and so fantastically overly developed they looked beautifully freakish. His veiny thick biceps and triceps bulged with each movement he made with his arms. He was a lean, muscular fighting machine.

The mask he was wearing was one of those Zorro type variety. Wrapped around his head with a knot behind it, it covered his hair and the upper part of his face with openings for his eyes. Everything else was exposed from his nose downward and from what I could see, even from this distance, was strikingly attractive. He possessed a solid square jawline that sat upon a long-muscled neck, beautiful high cheekbones, an attractive nostril, and wide sensuous full lips that were meant to be kiss and often.

Things looked good below his waist as well. The dude was wearing a pair of tight low riding hip-hugging jeans that highlighted his long powerful slightly bowlegged legs. Those black jeans were also displaying a huge mouth-watering bulge at the crotch. I mean the shit looked colossal even from this distance. People like to strut their stuff during Mardi Gras, and this guy was clearly no exception, and what he had to strut would make a horse - let alone a man - envious. 

He walked with a confident, smooth swagger until he was standing directly below my balcony. When he lifted his right arm to wave at me, for a moment I was sure he was about to break out in soliloquy, “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east…” the setting was that kick-ass perfect.

Instead, he yelled out in a seductive, melting, accented  voice the four most often-heard words during Mardi Gras: “Throw me something, little one.”

I gave him a big grin and yelled back the standard response, at least when the thrower wanted his prey to work for the beads: “Show me something, mister!” I called, pulling a couple of strands of golden beads from my neck, dangling them enticingly over the railing.

He grinned back flashing a set of pearly whites and reached for his fly, totally oblivious to the people passing by as he unzipped and reached inside his jeans and with a great deal of flourish pulled out his cock. He gave it a couple of vigorous strokes and it began to grow and grow and grow some more.

I couldn’t believe how much and how fast that damn thing grew. In a matter of seconds, his cock was fully erect and aimed right in my direction. It was a freak of nature in its awesomeness in terms of its mammoth length and width. It appeared to be an incredible eleven inches in length with a thickness that was on the borderline at being unnaturally obscene. I’ve never seen a cock so massively thick. My mouth watered instantly.

The dude had both his large hands wrapped it squeezing and stroking it - hard. He was pumping it good. His entire body was into it. I watched the dance of his rigid abs as he breathed in his iron stomach. He was eight-packs for sure and they were tremendous. His bulging biceps rippled with each stroke as his hands became a blur around his colossal rod. His legs were parted slightly. His masked eyes never left me as he snaked out a long tongue licking it around the edges of his lips.

A crowd had gathered around him watching in startled anticipation. Like me, they were awe-struck by this display of naked exhibition. It was arousing and exciting all at once. It was pure eroticism at its most primal and masculine. He was all primitive animal totally proud to be on display. If he was uncomfortable, he conceded it perfectly. And then it happened. Zorro threw back his head against his shoulders and release a lion’s roar as his cock exploded sending an ocean of semen flying a good two feet into the air to the approving yells from the crowd.

Over and over he ejaculated an immense amount of jism from the opening of his mushroom head. It shot from him like water from an untapped raging fire hose. It was a complete gusher. My mouth only got more and more wetter!

Oh yeah, this dude had earned his reward.

“Here!” I called out. “Catch!”

I tossed him three strands of bead, which he deftly caught and put around his neck. He grinned and waved. “Thanks, little one! Happy Mardi Gras!”

“Same to you!” I said. He turned to go, and the word flew out of my mouth almost before I realized it. “Hey!”

He turned around, still stuffing - with a great deal of difficulty I must add - his still very hard cock back into his jeans. He grinned - damn he didn’t have the most beautiful set of dimples. “Got some more beads for me, little one?”  The way he said “little one” – with such dominated authority in that sexy voice of his - sent chills up my spine. It would become an endearment I would grow to love.

“Something better than beads,” I said, deciding it was my turn to show off a little as I whipped out my cock. I’d gotten so excited from seeing his monster that mine was hard, and from the way he licked his lips he obviously liked what he saw. I wasn’t nearly as long nor as thick as him, but my six inches were juicy, cut, and nicely fat.

“Wanna come up?”

“Fuck, yeah!” he shouted.

“Apartment C!” I yelled. “Second floor.”

My ass tingled with excitement as I buzzed him in. I just knew with a jackhammer like that the guy was pure top, which was no problem for me, seeing how I’m a pure bottom. There is simply no greater pleasure in life than being fucked, and with a dick that size waiting for me, I knew I was going to enjoy this session like nothing else.

Normally I would have charged him for the price at fucking me. But in my excitement, I decided to skip the fee and simply enjoy the pleasurable fuck I just knew I was about to receive from this masked Zorro. 

I opened the door to my apartment and watched him leap up the stairs, taking them two and three at a time with his long legs. The sense of urgency he demonstrated at getting to me fed into my ego perfectly. Pure lust was seeping through him and the image was electric.

This masked man may have been a stranger at the time, but he scooped me up in his powerfully strong arms as if he’d known me forever and gave me a full-throated heated sloppily wet kiss with such intensity and drive, my knees began buckling underneath me almost immediately.

His lips were indeed sensuously soft. He used them to stretch my mouth wide as he plunged his super long snake-like wet tongue deep down my murmuring throat. His kissing was sensual, passionate, and extremely hot. Not to mention very controlling. The way he held me hard up against the door in such a bone-crushing iron embrace while kissing me so passionately and so forcefully I knew this dude was in the possession of a very dominated personality. Here was someone who clearly took charge of his surroundings by the mere force of his presence. He knew what he wanted and he damn sure was going to have it. He exuded a dominated power that was intensely sexual and all-consuming, and I was falling underneath its intoxicating spell. I loved it!

One of his super large, powerful hands instinctively reached down and groped my tight round ass squeezing it hard with his long strong fingers while the other hand grip tightly around my neck keeping my face in place for his ferocious kisses. Just the mere feel of those digits fondling my ass had me panting in his manly embrace. I guessed correctly. This guy is an ass man!

He pulled back and looked me deep in my eyes. “What’s your name?” He growled at me with an accented voice so deep and seductive that it sent shivers up and down my spine.

“Dylan,” I managed to say with a shaky voice before I was once again overwhelmed by his full-throated kissing. I swear the sloppy hunger in which he fuck-raped my mouth with his lethal tongue and full lips had me whimpering as he continuously held me in a tight, intense embrace until he had me hyperventilating for oxygen. “Hap-Happy…ooh God…Mardi Gras.”

“We already said that,” the masked man said in between kisses. “Your mouth is delicious.” He kissed me ever harder, more controlling as if he was trying to choke the air out of me and was doing it quite successfully. “Maybe we’d better take this inside before I scare your neighbors. I’m a raunchy guy and there’s no telling what I may do!”

“There’s very little my neighbors haven’t seen,” I tell him as I pulled him inside my apartment, closing the door behind him. “They’re all gay and this isn’t their first Mardi Gras. A bottle of beer?”

“I’d rather have some of this,” he said, helping himself to a handful of my ass.

He and I sort of stumbled backward, releasing ourselves from our respective jeans, shorts, and shoes along the way, as well as the beads around our necks, towards the bedroom with a little steering from me. With his hands underneath my buttocks, he hoisted me off the floor into his powerful arms and carried me easily through my bedroom door. We landed on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs as we hungrily locked eager lips. His knee slipped easily between my legs and put some delicious pressure on my swelling prick. He felt good everywhere I touched him.

There was something else about the masked man, his smell. He had an unusual scent that was a combination of sweat, some sort of faded cologne, beer, cigarettes, and something uniquely his own that I couldn’t identify. Whatever it was, it worked as an aphrodisiac, and I found myself taking deep breaths as we embraced. His body felt like stainless steel it was so hard. His solid muscles rippled underneath his unblemished tightly stretched out smooth skin as I roamed my hands over his amazing body. Everything was so ripped and chiseled and bulged with shredded brilliance. He was an Adonis come remarkably to life and would remain so for years to come. I was totally enveloped by the man, in more ways than one.

I was the first to break away. I reached for his mask, but he resisted.

“Not yet,” he said in a deeply low murmur. Like I mentioned, when I first met him, I wasn’t sure of his ethnicity, but once I was up this close to him, his ethnicity became clearer. He was staring down at me with Asian slanted eyes the color of honeysuckle. They were intensely gorgeous and extremely hypnotic. They were so sultry they scorched my insides. I didn’t know his name and thanks to that mask from the nose up I had no idea what he looked like.

Instead of being put off by these circumstances, I was stimulated by them. That sense of danger and kinkiness presented in this situation was simply too enticing for me to ignore. The fact that he was Asian added to the excitement. I had never been fucked by an Asian before and the thought of it was exciting.

Flipping him onto his back I began taking inventory of his rock-hard body giving him a juicy tongue bath, licking downward over his chin, strong pulsating neck, hairless armpits and his dark brown nipples which I sucked and bite in between my teeth which produced a deep growling groan from my masked Asian Zorro.

Licking downward even more I roamed my tongue over his iron stomach. With each hard breath he took his rigid abs would become even more visible. I’m a lover of abs and his was so tightly developed and brick house shredded. I lick and smack noisily over them as I journey over his narrow hip bone as the thing I wanted most came into view.

His mammoth cock was resting between his expose legs growing harder with anticipation. Up close the damn thing was even bigger and thicker than I thought. The shaft was as smooth as marble and possess the width of a fully-grown man’s wrist.

“Damn,” I said in adoration as I wrapped a hand as best as I could around it, “you’re big as a mutherfucker!” I began stroking it steadily. It felt as if I was stroking an aluminum baseball bat.

“Like my shit, huh little one,” he asked with pride lacing his heavy sexy voice.

“Fuck yeah! Who wouldn’t?”

It was beautifully uncut. The small hint of foreskin hanged over the bulbous head. With each stroke I gave of his cock the head would appear and disappear from its hiding place. If there’s anything I love it’s pushing back foreskin with my lips and tongue, and that’s just what I did while my masked man moaned in response.

I nibbled the thing and tugged it with my teeth. Then I sucked it between my lips and shot my tongue underneath, reaming around the swollen knob. He moaned again, especially when I used my tongue to shove back the foreskin and popped his huge cockhead between my lips.

“Yeah,” he grunted loudly. “Suck it…ahhh fucck…suck my shit!!”

Hell, I sure didn’t need to be told what to do when I had a fat, juicy, extra-long uncut cock in my mouth. I swallowed as much of that monster as I could in my mouth squeezing my jaws around it tightly sucking on it feverishly. Over and over I sucked hard slurping up the pre-cum that oozed outta the pee hole of his cock.

Coming up for air a few times I lick the entire thick column coating it with globs of spit before woofing it back down my throat. Using the power of my jaw muscles I attack that monster with all my might. Born with no gag reflex it gave me the ability to swallow any cock regardless of size with no difficulty. As a hustler that naturally made me a sought-after cocksucker and I was paid handsomely for it.

Well, it was time to give my Asian Zorro a treat he won’t soon forget.

Slowly I began going down on him. Inch after inch after incredibly long inch. I kept going down on him. It wasn’t long before I was nearly deep-throating Zorro’s eleven amazingly thick inches down my windpipes. I repeated that movement over and over. I worked that cock for a long time, all the while grinding my stiff whanger against the sheets. I wanted to take my time with this masked man, wanted to enjoy every inch of his beautifully bloated prick.

“Holy fucking hell,” Zorro screamed at the top of his lungs as I continuously swallowed him whole, “that’s it…swallow up my shit…all of it…yeeaah…Ahh fuuck…AHH FUUCCKK!!”

Grabbing my head tightly with his powerful hands he began punching his horsedick hard down my throat at a near-violent pace. Breathing through my nostrils I attacked him with bold relish. It wasn’t long before I had him thrashing and bouncing off the bed. He was yelling his head off as I ate away at his dick. He was at my mercy and I was loving it.

“Holy fffuucck…holy-shiittt!!” His screaming voice was all strain as he continuously forced fed me his massive cock. “Uhhh f-f-uucckk yeesss…damn-damn!!”

I was doing such an exceptionally good job Zorro began yelling out in his native tongue. I wasn’t sure if it was Japanese, Chinese, Korean, or any other Asian language. Whatever language he was speaking at that moment sounded hot and sexy.

Over and over I swallowed him whole using the strength of my jaw muscles to suck on his cock like a high-power vacuum. If I could I would have ripped the thing off at its root and swallow it whole down my throat. I certainly gave off the impression that was exactly what I was trying to do. I had him howling like a wild beast caught in a trap and damn if those sounds were beautiful to hear.

“Holy shiittt,” Zorro screamed out in a desperate blood-curling voice, “let go…let go!”

With a great deal of difficulty, he jerked his cock from my mouth. Before doing so I could feel his monster weapon expanding in my throat. I knew he was on the verge of exploding his jism. As he grabbed the base of his large cock I watched with pleasure as he visibly struggled to calm himself down. His muscles were all tight and contracted. His breathing was coming out all hard and haggard and his body was heavily soaked in drowning sweat. When I started blowing him off his skin was bone dry.

“Where the fuck you learn how to do that shit,” he inquired collecting himself while still breathing heavily. “That mouth of yours is fucking lethal.”

“I’m just a natural-born cocksucker,” I grinned licking his fat clean-shaven nuts. They were big and juicy and hung close to his body. I couldn’t help it. I swallow both sacs in my mouth and chugged on them eagerly much to Zorro’s startled excitement. For a few moments I attack them with the same relish I attack his cock and once again I had him thrashing about the bed yelling at the top of his lungs. 

“Goddamn, you’re killing the shit out of me, little one!”

“Well we wouldn’t want that,” I said popping his nuts out of my mouth. Climbing up on top of him I grind our throbbing cocks together as I fed him my hungry tongue, letting him suck greedily on it until I offered him something bigger for his mouth.

“You wanna suck my dick?”

“Hell, yeah! Gimme!”

He heaved me off him and flipped me onto my back without any sense of struggle. The movement was smooth and easily accomplished. No question he was demonstrating his brute strength and the fact he was taller and physically more powerful than I aroused me greatly.

He pinned my wrists down against the mattress, holding them tightly with his powerful hands. I pulled against them to no avail. I was trapped.

“Don’t fight against me little one,” he smirked with a growl, “you won’t win.”

“I won’t,” I asked as I pulled even stronger against his grip, and sure enough he only tightens the pressure with relative ease on his part, trapping me even more and believe me I was using all my strength.

“No, you won’t. The quicker you learn it, the happier you’ll be.”

He gave me an intensely searing kiss before shifting his lips towards my exposed neck. He sucked me with the force of blood-hungry vampire. The pressure of those lips was so enormous I began whimpering like a defenseless baby. He sucked me long and hard without once releasing the tight grip he had on my wrists.

He was branding me; leaving his mark; staking his claim.  The intensity in which he sucked me there could be felt throughout my entire body. I jerked and pulled against his tight grip but the pressure in which held me kept me immobile.

“Oh God,” I panted repeatedly in a shallow voice under his attack, “Oh God-Oh God-Oh God!!“

Releasing my neck, he headed southward towards my tight pecs. My nipples are super-sensitive, especially when they have a hot mouth working them, and Zorro knew exactly how to work them. He sucked, nibbled and teased those babies with his wickedly sinful lips and tongue until they were swollen and throbbing. I was purring like an overheated sex kitten underneath him in enjoyable agony.

“Your body is so smooth,” he growled out, finally letting go of my wrists to rub his large hands over my terrifically limber, supple body. He roamed his hand over my chest, rigid pulsing abs as if taking inventory as he licked and bit on my left nipple. “Your small muscles are so ripped.”

“You’re compact as hell,” he said appreciatively. “So small and tiny. Good for fucking!”

As good as his hand felt and the sucking of my tits, I was desperate to have his mouth on my dick, so I pushed his head across my tight belly downward towards my throbbing dick. He teased me a bit by flicking his tongue against my cockhead sending sharp little tingles down the shaft to the bottom of my balls. He repeated that gesture again and again.

When I was about to scream with frustration, he opened wide and swallowed my six inches right down to the root. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one born without a gag reflex. The sensation at being swallowed up whole was kicking ass fabulous. The feel of his hot, wet mouth sheathing my throbbing prick was almost enough to make me shoot. It was now my turn to thrash about the bed as he hungry eat at my cock. He gave me a long, thorough, mind-bending blow-job that had my toes curling, and my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Spitting my dick out of his soaked mouth he grunted at me, “Turn over on your stomach. I’m wanna eat your ass!”

Obeying his order, I flipped over spreading my bent legs wide, resting my upper body on my bent elbows, arching my ass upward for easy access as he stuffed a pillow underneath me to keep me stationary in that position.

“Perfect little ass,” he grunted giving each of my round cheeks a powerful slap, “muscle hard but smooth and as soft as a baby’s bottom and such a tiny, little bitty hole. Oh yeah…like that!”

He was salivating. I could hear him slurping up the drool coming from his mouth as he stared down at my inviting asshole. “Before I’m finished that baby hole is gonna be stretch out real wide! Like the sound of that little one?”

“Fuck yeah!” I was shaking all over.

He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my buttcheeks, pulled them apart, and shoved his face dead center and began ferociously eating my expose, tiny hairless asshole.

“Unnggh…fuucckk!!”

His extra-long tongue felt like a live wire as it worked its way inside my anal hole giving me the type of rimming I’d only dreamt about. His slurping sounds filled the room along with my low gut-wrenching moaning. He was feasting on my expertly. My inside was transforming into warm butter.

“Oh-oh God! Yeeaahhh!! Eat me…eat-eat meee!!”

It wasn’t even hot outside but thanks to that ass eating he was giving me I was slowly drenching in sweat. It was sex sweat, pure and simple, and Zorro matched it with his own soaked body. The grunting sounds he was making while ravishing my chute was all animal. From the noise, he was making you would have thought a wild beast was devouring me. He was eating me out with the same greedy passion a hungry pig had when eating his grub. My bedroom was soon reeking with a combination of raunchy sweat and a burning cloud of testosterone you could almost taste with your tongue. It made my dick so hard it hurt.

“How about a finger, little one?” He snorted.

I grimaced as I felt the first of a series of invasions as he licked his finger and rammed it up my butt hole. I’d barely had time to adjust to it when he added another long finger, as he began to vibrate his hand.

“Ahhh fuuck!” I gasped, reaching under and grabbing my prick stroking it hard as he twisted his wrist and rimmed my hole good with those thick, long digits of his.

“That’s it,” I shouted. “Shiittt! Fuck-fuck-FUCK!! Ahhh…keep-keep it coming!!”

“Want a third finger, babe?”

“Oohh, yeeah!”

The third one did the trick. It made me want dick up my ass so bad I almost screamed. He finger-fucked me long and brilliantly as I whaled and murmured burying my face in my pillow. He continued working my asshole until he had relaxed and opened it real good. We both knew that was the only way he was ever going to get that monstrous beast between his legs up my rear end.

“Ready for the main event, babe?”

“Do it…do it!” I muttered, wiggling my tight ass in invitation. “Shove that horsedick up my tiny hole and fuck the holy hell out of it!”

“Fuck yeah!”

I reached in the night table and grabbed a tube of lube which Zorro quickly snatched out of my hand. My asshole trembled with excited anticipation hearing the telltale sounds of him greasing up his cock. It was fucking music to my ears!

I scooted closer to the head of the bed and grabbed onto the bars on the brass bed for support against the coming onslaught as I laid out on my stomach spreading and resting my lower half on my bent legs, arching my ass up higher thanks to the pillow that was still stuffed underneath me. I felt vulnerable as hell when this masked stud got right behind me and massaged my hole with his massively fat, blood-engorged knob. I guess he couldn’t resist teasing me just a little bit longer.

“Ready for this huh, little one,” he growled confidently, rubbing the cockhead against my waiting opening. “You want this big monster inside your tiny, juicy little hole?”

“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck me! Stick that juicy Asian dick up my white ass! Need it bad!!”

I braced myself as I felt him positioning that flanged knob against my tender pucker hole. I took a deep breath of the sex-laden air - we both did - as he lunged forward.

I closed my eyes and saw heavenly stars for a moment as his massive cock slowly plowed inward. I could literally feel the walls of my tight sphincter opening, stretching outwardly as it gave way to the monstrous invasion. The more he lunged the wider he opened me.

“Ooh GOD,” I cried out in a mumbled laced voice. “Unngh it’s soooo fuckin’ b-bb-biigg!!”

“How does it feel little one,” Zorro asked in a heavy controlling voice.

“Like you’re stuffing an iron flagpole up my ass,” I moaned out. “Ahh fuucckk…love it!!”

“Sound nice…and I got only half of it in. Brace yourself babe…here comes the rest.”

And with that, he slowly thrust the other half inside me and held it there.

“HOLY FUCKKIINGG HELL!!!” My eyes popped open wide as I screamed out in a loud crying voice. It was as if a human leg had just been jammed up my ass! “Motherfucker!!”

“You feel that white boy,” My Asian Zorro growled in a heavily dominated voice. “Feel all that power I got over ya. Feel it babe…feel it! This shit belongs to me! It’s all mines!”

My masked Zorro began moving his pelvis…slowly, meticulously, erotically grinding the full length of his massive cock inside me kissing it up against my inflamed prostate. I’ve never felt so overly stuffed in my life. My rectum felt stretched to its limit. My entire body became alert to the intense invasion. I could feel it from the top of my head to the tips of toes. I was drowning, melting into it as I began gasping for air.

“Uuhh Gawd,” I murmured in a stained lust-ridden voice, “sooo fuckin’ big…aagghh shiitt!!”

“Your ass feels so good and tight,” Zorro hissed between clenched teeth as he flattened the full strength of his body directly on top me. His large hands latched themselves upon my head and around my neck. “It’s time for me to fuck you like a bitch!”

And fuck yeah…that’s exactly what he did!!

Thrust after powerful thrust his plunge his mammoth cock inside me, fucking me jockey style. The pressure was relentless as he held me in place as his cock sliced up my innards. He was so exceedingly voracious like a ravenous jungle beast on steroid as he powered fucked me over and over again.

“Ahhh FUUCCKKK!!!”

"Yeah boy! Feel it…feel it!! I’m gonna punch-fuck the hell outta ya!!”

His fucking was so forceful, so fucking powerful, and yet enticingly sensual. With each colossal thrust he gave me he rotated his strong pelvis releasing a cascade of sensualist feelings inside me that was so carnal and so earthly I was literally seeing double vision in my diluted eyes. 

“Unngh…unngh…ooh…aahhh…urrghh.” My moans were all listless and incoherent.

“Yes, babe that’s the way,” My Zorro said in a confident proud voice, “keep making those sounds! It’s music to my ears!”

The springs on the bed began squeaking loudly. The popping of our sweaty flesh hitting repeatedly against one another began echoing loudly in the room. The brass headboard of my bed banged hard and heavily against the wall. Zorro was going all ballistic. My heart was racing hard in my chest. My head was swimming. Every inch of me was consumed with the intense fucking he was giving me. I closed my eyes and saw heavenly stars as his cock drove in, again and again, each mammoth thrust taking me further and closer to unimaginable pleasure I didn’t think was humanly possible. Zorro was fucking me like a well-oiled machine and was masterfully working that greasy piston of his to perfection!

“UUNNGGHHH…FUUCKK…HOLY SHIITTT!!!”

“Fucking hot ass!” He grunted in that hungry animalistic voice of his as he lifted himself off me grabbing my slender waist in his powerful hands as began fucking me doggie-style. “Aaargh yeah…this shit was made for fucking!”

“OH-MY-GOD!! HOLY FUUCCKK…AAHH SHIITTT…OH-GOD-OOHH GAWD!!!”

“Yeah, you likin’ this hard dickin’ I’m givin’ ya ain’cha white boy! Aaargh fuck - yeah - boy! That’s the way…fuck me back! Grind that fine fuck hole, squeeze it tighter around my fat dick! Unngghh…tighter bitch…tighter! Yeeah, ohh yeeah…that‘s the way!”

He was banging me good. Banging me merciless. I was whaling and screaming at the top of my lungs as he thrashed me about the bed like a rag doll on a string. He was so intensely ferocious, so detailed in the way he plowed into me, I was drowning in it!

“Oh God yes-yes!! Uggghhh…ahhh shiittt…ahhh shhiiittt!!!”

I don’t know how long he plowed my hole, only that I held onto that headboard for dear life while he slammed me closer and closer to the erotic edge. His lunges were perfectly calculated to give me the maximum pleasure, striking areas deep inside me I didn’t know existed. He was so fucking good my insides were on fire. My rock-hard dick throbbed wildly as he rimrod away, never pausing to catch his breath or missing a single critical stroke. I swear he was a possessed man on a mission, and soon my dick was drooling pre-cum on the sheets as I meowed like a hapless over-heated kitten.

When he heard this, he acted fast.

“Gonna flip you over, little one,” he roared. “I wanna see your face when I fuck the cum right outta ya!”

“Unnggh God!!”

I whimpered frantically as he pulled his meat out. I grabbed for it, desperate to have it back inside me, as he flipped me easily onto my back.

“What’s this?” I heard him. I glanced in the direction he was looking at it. He was staring at the two long leather straps connected to the bars of my brass bed. “How the fuck could I’ve missed those?!” He moved quickly tying my wrists securely to the bed. I pulled at the restrains hard, but he had tied them super tight. Now I was completely at his mercy.

“I’m gonna fuck ya until I melt the skin off your bones!!”

I gasped with erotic delirium when he quickly found the hole and once again impaled himself inside me with fierce determination. My entire body shuddered, and I locked my legs quickly around his powerful waist, holding him as tight as possible.

“Keep your fucking eyes on me boy,” the masked man said to me. “I wanna see those eyes as I fuck ya!”

I obeyed and stared into his eyes. Until that moment I’d forgotten he was still wearing a mask. He was a total stranger who had my hands tied preventing me any possible way of escaping. Looking at his masked face torn in my insides multiplying the heated, exotic sensation at knowingly being ravished by someone whose face I couldn’t even see.

I hypnotically looked into those fiery eyes of his as they in turned bored into me like molten lava, melting my insides over and over again. They were so erotically menacing. There was danger lurking there: sweaty, heated danger that only increase in measure as I continuously stared into them underneath that hooded mask.

I pulled hard on the restrains but it was fruitless. They were super tight. I was trapped. Defenseless. Helpless. I allowed that sensation at knowing I was totally at the mercy of this nameless Asian beast to seep inside my soul increasing the overflowing excitement already coursing throughout my body.

I felt myself turning into pure puddle as my masked Zorro’s ravenous cock once again pound away at an alarming speed and finesse searing my insides with such an intensity I was drowning in it like a desperate man screaming for air. Over and over again he was a ferocious beast. All that I could focus on was the feeling of that enormous cock as it slid in and out of my ass as it propelled me closer and closer to climax.

“Fuck me!! Oh God…yes-yes-yes!! Feels so good…so fucking good!!!”

By then my throbbing harden cock was streaming pre-cum juice. A silver string drooled from my cockhead to my tightened belly. He touched it with his fingertip and then brought it to my mouth so I could lick myself away from his finger.

Just as I tasted my own juice, he drove deeper than before and hit that trigger he’d been seeking. I released a scream that would have shattered glass as my dick exploded with a jet of jism that caught me right on the chin. It was followed by more until my entire chest and abs were coated with the stuff. I’ve never cum so hard and so plentiful in my entire life!

I was reeling with orgasm – the most explosive I’ve ever experienced – gasping desperately for breath while begging this sexy, masked fucker to cum inside me. He continued his fucking with brute strength until finally, he erupted his seed inside my thirsty hole. I could actually feel those gushers of white-hot spunk shooting up inside me with the same force of a bullet shooting out of a rifle gun. He kept firing his gigantic wad inside me, over and over. There was so much. All the while his roared and growled at the top of lungs like a lion as he released himself. His shredded sweaty muscles were flexing to the extreme. The veins in his neck were pulsating and his eyes had the looks of a possessed demon. His entire body shuddered again and again the last time so hard we banged the headboard against the wall.

The sensation was so intense it was finally too much for me. I blacked out.

Somewhere in the night, I heard the bells of St. Louis Cathedral, tolling at midnight to announce the end of Mardi Gas Festival. Damn! I was fucked so completely I was knocked out for several hours! When I stretched my body, I became aware my hands had been untied. I opened my eyes and stared at the masked man who was still here, already awake, grinning down at me. Before I got the chance to open my mouth, he took off his mask and tossed it aside.

I took in a large helping of inhaled breath as I looked for the first time at this breathtaking dude. Yes, indeed he was Asian. He had thick, silky raven shoulder-length hair, a strong forehead, and beautiful set ears. Like the rest of his face, it was all chiseled and gorgeously masculine.

“My name is Takeshi,” He pronounced his name with great pride. “How you’re feeling little one?”

“Exhausted and extremely well-spent,” I answered breathlessly. He pulled me tightly into his powerful arms and kissed me – slowly, gently, erotically.

“Asian…” I inquired.

“Born and raised in Japan – Tokyo.”

“I know your name must have a meaning.”

“Yes, it does,” he laughed holding me tighter.

“So, what is it?”

“It means fierce warrior,” he answered in a low growl before slipping his tongue sensuously down my throat. I couldn’t help thinking his parents named him superbly.

“I hope you’re not too well-spent,” he murmured softly in between kisses. “I’m still hungry for some of that juicy ass of yours.”

“Are you now,” I giggled as a draped a leg around his strong hip pulling him closer to me. I could feel his long, thick cock. It was powerfully hard, leaking, and ready for action.

“Yes little one,” he grunted. “I’m gonna fuck ya until you have a permanent limp in your step. Better get used to it.”

With that, Takeshi rolled over on top of me and began fucking me ravenously missionary style. My limbs instinctively wrapped around his powerfully wide muscled back and narrow hips. He took me so intensely smooth and passionately he literally had tears falling from my eyes. I never felt more nakedly vulnerable to another person and damn if Takeshi didn’t use it to manipulate me brilliantly with his skillful fucking. He was pure seductive adrenaline loaded on meth. He truly was the Master and I was his grasshopper. For four solid days, he banged and plowed into me leaving me spent, exhausted, and begging and pleading for more! And yes – after four days I did indeed began walking joyously with a limp.

In between the marathon fucking I learned Takeshi’s parents were extremely wealthy thanks to real estate. They had homes in Japan, New York, London as well in the south of France. Takeshi lived in San Francisco. Studying to be a cardiac surgeon he was doing his residency at UCSF Medical Center one of the most prestigious medical centers in the country.

When I told him about my humble beginnings and the fact I was a hustler, Takeshi’s eyes grew extremely dark. Apparently, he has been searching for a live-in house boy to do domestic and personal chores for him as he was too busy with his residency.

“You’re coming with me,” he stated with bold confidence.

“Coming where?” I asked not quite sure at first at what he was suggesting.

“You’re coming with me to San Francisco. You’re my new house boy.”

“But…”

“Did you hear what I said,” his voice was very stern, authoritarian as he stared at me with darkening eyes. "Learn quickly little one. My word is law. Understand?"

“Yes, sir,” I swallowed.

And with that I was on a plane with literally nothing on except the clothes on my back flying to the other side of the country to start my life as Takeshi’s personal houseboy, and believe me, that’s exactly how he viewed me. I was there to serve him no question ask.

I quickly learned Takeshi is very possessive in nature. I wasn’t allowed to do anything without his express permission. He kept me on a very short leash. He was totally in charge of my body and soul. And it was clear he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He had something of an anal personality. Everything in regard to his life had its meticulous proper place. Anything out of place he would notice immediately and would react accordingly. Everything had to be just right…his home…what he ate…his body…his job…his houseboy. Everything had to be done exactly the way he wanted to be done. Which was easy because everything he did and told me to do turned out to be exactly the right thing to do.  

Now you would think that would be a problem for me, but it wasn’t. Yes, Takeshi was extremely possessive and very dominant in nature when it came to me. No question he was the Master, but he was never cruel or mean-spirited. Indeed he was a generous and loving Master. As long as I did as I was told he spoiled me rotten. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give me. I literally wanted for nothing – not materialistically but more importantly emotionally. He seemed to enjoy pampering me. The more he gave the more happily I submitted myself to his loving dominance. Which of course is exactly what he wanted. The sweeter he was towards me the more obedient I became towards him. I'm no dummy.

It wasn’t long before I went from being his simple House/Fuck boy to his lover to eventually – after three short years – his much adored and cherished husband.

And we’ve been living happily ever after ever since.