My life in submission to an Asian man

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“I know it’s quick, and I know I’m young,” I said, taking a breath and bracing myself for what I was about to say. It would be the first time saying it out loud. “I’m pretty sure I’m already in love with him.”

My mom didn’t say anything at first, but she did start to tear up. 

“Oh, Jacky,” she said, a name only she called me and that I was exceedingly thankful she hadn’t used in front of Alex. “I’m happy for you. It’s a lot sooner than I hoped you’d be moving out, but you have always been more mature than other boys your age. But just know that if anything ever happens, if you ever need me, I’ll be here.”

I started crying now, too, and we hugged each other. I was more aware now than ever of the cage around my dick, but I pushed it out of my mind to enjoy this moment with my mother.

I saw my mom off, then gave myself a moment to dry my eyes before walking back in.

It was finally official in both my heart and mind now. I was in love with Alex Hwang-Tanaka.

Chapter 11

When I stepped back into the apartment I immediately began stripping. Once naked except my cage I realized I’d been uncomfortable being dressed in the apartment the whole time. This was my natural state. Naked, caged and constantly ready to serve my Asian God.

Alex was in the living room using Armando’s throat, the Latino houseboy choking and gagging with tears streaming from his eyes. 

Alex looked up and me and flashed a knowing crooked smile. The Asian God grabbed a fistful of Armando’s hair, pulled him off his dick and shoved him to the ground.

I felt my balls immediately start to church and my little white dick try uselessly to get hard in the cage as Alex stood and walked toward me with his massive, terrifying, worship-worthy cock bobbing back and forth with each step.

His hand was wrapped around my throat the moment he was standing in front of me. He squeezed, just enough to make me wheeze but not nearly enough to actually strangle me and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

He didn’t waste much time with kissing before he shifted his hand around to the back of my neck and forcefully guided me to the bedroom

“Your little caged nub is so cute,” he said with a sadistic laugh, climbing on the bed and pushing my knees back to my shoulders. “Even if you already accept it, your whiteboy dick doesn’t realize what it truly is. Nothing but decoration. A reminder of your inferiority.”

I couldn’t help myself. His degradation and cruel tone paired with the love and affection painted on his face suddenly overwhelmed me. The contradiction was incomprehensibly arousing; putting me in my place as an inferior slave born to give my body, my life, my free will to him while his eyes said firmly, ‘I’ve never felt this way about anybody.’ I couldn’t help it.

“I…” I started. Alex froze, staring at me. “I love you.”

With that, Alex spat on his dick and rubbed the saliva around. He put a little on the entrance to my boy pussy and ruthlessly shoved every last centimeter into me, his balls smacking so loudly against me I could hear them over my pained cry.

“Take it, bitch,” he told me.

Wanting to be a good slave and use my body to worship my God without limit, I gritted my teeth as Alex drilled me. Sharp pain shot through my whole body from my pussy. It was too much and my hands went to his thighs. Involuntarily, I tried to push him back. Of all the times Alex had ravaged my body for his pleasure in the short time I’d known and revered him, this was the most painful. I was wholly unprepared, but even in my instinctual efforts to get the intruding cock out of my hole I was determined to make him proud of me.

Alex ignored my screams at first but apparently decided it was too much.

“Shut the fuck up, slut,” he barked at me.

I recoiled in fear and stopped my cries at the same time I felt the carnal need to be used and abused take an even deeper hold on my psyche.

I maintained my near silence, nothing but grunts and quiet whimpers from me, for about 10 minutes of constant fucking. Then one particularly deep, hard, fast thrust made every muscle constrict and I yelped.

Immediately I wished I hadn’t. Alex’s open palm came down hard and fast on my face. It was no playful or simply corrective hit. It was meant to hurt.

And seeing the look of terror in my eyes, my mind immediately recalling visions of my time in the punishment room, pushed Alex over.

One final thrust and Alex unloaded in me, breeding my pussy with his precious, priceless, superior Asian cum.

Alex grunted and sputtered, then collapsed on top of me.

I was limp and weak and Alex’s weight on my body furthered the discomfort that built as he was using me, but I didn’t dare complain. As a matter of fact, I didn’t have any desire to complain. My pain and discomfort was Alex’s pleasure. Knowing that made it in some twisted way mine, too.

“Fuck,” he finally said. 

Alex pulled out of me slowly the rolled over to lay next to me. He pulled me into him and held my head to his chest.

“When you said you love me,” Alex started, “I just had to take you. Own you. Brutally. And deep down, you know you loved it.”

I said nothing at first, angling my head to look up at him thinking about the truth of what he said.

“I did love it,” I said finally. “I love it when you make love to me. I love it when you fuck my throat. I love it when you use me like a flashlight. I love it all because I really do love you. Love being your property, your slave.”

Alex smiled and laid his head back. And there, lying across the bed, we fell asleep above the blankets.

When I woke up, Alex was petting my head while I lay motionless, still using his greek god-muscled chest as a pillow. My hole was sore, but it had been worse. I could take another two hours of him pounding me without taking me, my desires or my well-being into consideration for even a moment. Even though I knew to my core he would never do anything to permanently damage or traumatize me, both as his boyfriend and as his property.

“Good morning,” Alex said with an affectionate smile. “Time to stretch your throat.”

It was obviously an order but Alex’s tone was dripping with adoration and kindness.

I moved as quickly as I could, my muscles putting up the slightest protest, and dove down on his cock. Alex’s cock was always so delicious, and even more so this morning.

Sure, a part of it was the psychological effect of using my throat to massage his cock, an act of servitude that allowed me to showcase the way I viewed him as a perfect being. A God. An act that demonstrates how I have been willingly, excitedly brainwashed into believing with my whole heart, mind and soul that his Asianness makes him racially superior to me.

But part of it was, I realized as his spongy mushroom head pushed into my trachea, was just that he truly did taste like heaven.

Pride overwhelmed me as my chin came into contact with Alex’s balls and he sighed as my tongue darted around his shaft, not a single tooth making contact. I swallowed around his massive cock, stroking him with my throat. He moaned, a soft and deep sound.

Alex let me set the pace for a while. About 20 minutes where I hoped beyond hope that my efforts to please him as I went slow, then fast, then held him and swallowed, then pulled back and swirled my tongue around his head, would be like an undeniable telepathic message conveying my submission and reverence. The feel of his velvety iron-hard dick hypnotized me.

But eventually Alex decided it was time to get to the finale so he could start his day. I felt his hand grip my hair and he pulled me up before starting the almost ceremonial power fuck of my throat. The training really was working. It was easier, almost natural even, to accept his forceful use of my trachea as a pocket pussy.

And when he finally let loose his load, causing me to choke and sputter and fear some of it might escape through my nose, I was sad that he was done.

With the act of swallowing all his cum and letting him deflate in my mouth, I realized I hadn’t cum and my balls were aching again.

But I didn’t care. I would deal with it.

Alex grappled his hands under my arms and pulled me up to him, pecking me on the lips and the staring into my eyes. I knew it was coming but the incomprehensible joy still almost induced cardiac arrest.

“I love you, too, Jackson.”