My Old Best Friend, Our New Bitch

"Yeah...suck that cock!"  I tell him, looking down at my old best friend down on my dick, who's slowly getting the hang of it. 

Pants are down to my sneakers, I'm leaning back on the couch, enjoying holding my jerk of a friend by the back of his fat neck, holding him down on my cock, watching him a choke a little bit. I'm enjoying this position in life that I usually don't entertain.

Derek now brings his hand over, probably thinking I'm not holding him down strong enough. Alex might be more durable than me, but he's certainly no match for my boyfriend's strong hand. Alex's lips and teeth are now put flat against my balls, the tip of my cock now into his throat, "Oooohh," I moan and kink my head back, eyes closed enjoying just how nice that deep-throat feels. I now understand why Derek loves having it deep in my throat so much. I almost felt sorry for the asshole, I know how difficult a good deep throat can be, it takes some practice. Yet, my cock's really not that big, certainly not as difficult to take as Derek's. From my point of you, this kid shouldn't be struggling and choking as much as he is, yet it's awesome to see him in pain, and certainly feels amazing. 

"Lick that cock, boy." Alex likely never imagined the day I'd be talking down to him like this. All those years of him talking down to me have sort of come full-circle, watching him now trying to slurp around the bottom of my shaft, with Derek's big hand making it hard for him to really move. I kink my head up again, "Damn, it feels so good..." I know Alex somewhat likes it. He's completely humiliated, as he deserves, but I know there's a deep part of him that's loving it, and I certainly am.

Alex's fat tongue might feel even better than Derek. Then again, Derek doesn't blow me all that much, little teases here and there, my boyfriend's not one for fellatio, it's just not in his nature. Derek has too much of a masculine drive, blow jobs are beneath him, involve him submitting to someone else, Derek is more the type endowed to receive great blow jobs, from willing counterparts like me. We had discussed such an idea time to time in the past, and now we're here after having arisen a great opportunity to have a third who can satisfy my lesser needs, submit to me in the way Derek will not. I push Alex's head back, off my dick. I hold his forehead stretched out and seeing his eyes all googley, sticking his tongue out deep in the air trying to return it to my dick. I see the fire of submission deep in his eyes, he's in that hypnotic zone, the type that I usually find myself in when pleasing Derek, my hunk, my king, making sure he feels like the most powerful man in the world. I can see Alex's desires are much less personal, he's shy to be submitted to his old friend he used to push around, and his more aggressive boyfriend. In Alex's eyes is just the flame of wanting to suck cock. 

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Alex should've known better than to double cross me, especially right now having Derek to defend him. His current status is no one's fault but his own. Alex and I grew up together, middle school, high school. He goes to a different college but isn't so far away. We see each other often, and Alex has met Derek a number of times. Derek never had a problem with Alex up until now. 

Alex and I always had a competitive best friendship. We're both very smart, me as the smaller, twinkier, openly gay 5'8" kid. I generally like to think I have good intentions. Alex has always been bigger, fatter, more muscular as well, and generally more sharp and conniving to get what he wants and achieve superiority. I know he's gay. He know's that I know he's gay, without ever having come to tell me. I remember him through high school, trying to get at me after I came out. Even through various relationships with women, my closeted friend would always try to play me, manipulate me through certain sexual gestures. Gestures of dominance. He'd like to remind me he was stronger than him my putting his hands of me time to time, shaking my hand awkwardly strong, arm-wrestling in front of his girlfriends. He's the type to have his shoes up on his desk, arms back, striking a power pose whenever he felt the need to talk to me. 

I know Alex has had experience with guys, despite trying to hide from me. Since college I can tell he's had two relationships with boys. I can read right through him. The first was with this small, docile, pushover kind-of kid named Johnny. He was almost like me, but even less able to stick up for himself. In recent years, since late high school, Alex enjoyed surrounding himself, with guys or girls, but especially guys, that he can manipulate and control. He'd never tell me about their sex, but rumors had spread, Johnny didn't keep his mouth quiet enough, about their close "friendship" that often involved him sucking Alex's dick or submitting to him in other ways. Our sophomore and junior years of college, Johnny seemed to fall off the face of the earth, and Alex was more often around this kid Garrett. An inch or two shorter than Alex's 5'11"-6'0" height. It appeared from the outside, that their relationship had more an equal energy. Not much was ever learned from their 'quality friend time,' but I know they were intimate, and despite being more equal personalities, Alex certainly tried to assert some sort of control over the kid.

Now in senior year, Garrett also fell off the face of the Earth, and I can tell because Alex had been much more interested in being his old-self with me. His college only twenty minutes away, I often saw him at bars and at weekends home. He loved to play up his credentials and job prospects, and insist how successful he was going to be. I didn't give him the satisfaction of playing this competitive game back. When Derek was around, I could tell Alex knew to watch himself, but after a while Derek started to pick up on his demeanor too, but simply laughed the kid off as a "loser" in the way he does.

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It's Alex's fault that he's been reduced to our bitch at the moment, my humiliated dick sucker. I'm now pulling his head up and down my cock. His lips are tight to my shaft, he has more skills and experience with this than perhaps I imagined. Derek is now texting on his phone, unconcerned with our bitch and my personal pleasure just beside him on our couch.

I smack Alex's face, wanting more effort, despite the effort he seems to be naturally giving me -- I guess I'm starting to enjoy the power. "Come on, bitch. I know you want this," I smack him again. He should've known better to give up my secrets in public, he should've thought harder than to play conniving or try to one-up me at the bar, right in front of Derek. 

I release my hands, putting them behind my head, slouching further down into him. He now sucks on the meat of my head, tight-lipped the way he should be, scraping his tongue on my meat to get just enough friction to sooth it. He's not bad at this at all. I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure, thinking of those moments leaving the bar last night. Derek and I planned it all. We left with him via the back door and the alley, where Derek was fast to make Alex learn his strength and rage, holding him by his neck up against the brick wall, hearing him asphyxiate, watching him taken by total shock and fear. Derek held him just long and strong enough that he collapsed on the concrete ground, hands out, upon releasing him. Derek kicked him to the side, flipping him over, his back to the cold damp alley. I kicked him to his other side. He was now in pain, the little bitch not even thinking about trying to resist. Derek taunted him from above, just enough, reminded him what it means to fuck with him and his boy. "If you're gonna play with my boy's secrets, we're going to play with yours....but don't worry, we won't tell anyone, if you cooperate." Derek felt he wasn't worthy of the back seat, my weakened, scared-out-of-his-mind childhood friend didn't fight being put in the trunk. 

Off to my apartment, we decided to not fuck with him that night. It was best to make him wait, give him just a little bit of food while we kept him tied in the hallway closet overnight. We made sure to make him suffer in long silence, with plenty of time to worry as to what would happen with him. I didn't have class this morning, but Derek had a work meeting which called him out all morning and early afternoon. I was instructed, though in full agreement with Derek, to not begin with him until he returned home. I threw him a granola bar early this morning, shutting the closet abruptly. I took the wrapper off to be nice, but he must've had to bend down and eat it from the floor the way we tied him up.

I open my eyes and decide to reposition the both of us, I push his head further away, and slouch further so my ass is better exposed to the bitch. I don't bother to hold, push, or force him physically. "Clean the underside of my balls," and the douchebag didn't hesitate to lap up, pretty eagerly, the sweat and masculine musk from the underside of my scrotum. I push his tongue to give him a bigger swipe path, from the skin between my crack and scrotum, up to the bottom of my ballsack. He's does an okay job, rather lazy. "Deeper, harder." I feel more pressure from his tongue, he digs his face further in my crotch. "More." He's now really getting in there, his tongue almost flat on my skin. "By deeper, I mean go further down!" With each swipe his tongue descends further and further down. "More." He finally understands, and meets the top of my ass crack. He swipes from inside, over my tender hole and up to my balls. Enough pressure, enough moisture, my dick couldn't get any harder than it's measly 5.5". This was perhaps the best sensation yet. 

"You're lucky to be allowed to do that," Derek taunts, "because on any given day, your superior friend's ass is 100% mine." Derek was pretty territorial with me, but I loved it. 

When Derek finally got home about forty minutes ago, we finally opened the closet door and allowed the fucker the first big dose of light he's had in the past fifteen hours or so. We picked him up, tired, weak, and stood him up, we took off his sneakers, socks, pants, underwear. His hands tied, we left his button-up on that he was still wearing from the bar. We brought his ass to the bathroom and help him up insisting that he probably needed to pee. Alex's cock actually isn't so bad, somewhere in between me and Derek, but of more girth, and uncut. He moved his big, fat, feet around the tile floor, likely cold. He finished his small stream and then was paraded into our living room. Derek hit him in the gut to see him bend forward, making it easier for us to kick in his knees to that he collapse into a kneel between our couch and coffee table. I sat down in front of the bitch, with my authoritative hunk to my side, and brought down my pants to my sneakers. The dick sucking began. 

Derek, still in his meeting clothes, starts to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. "Faggot," as he had been referring to Alex, "take care of my laces for me." I help push Alex's head down toward hunk's dress shoes. He has no hands to physically take them off for him, but he sure has teeth to unlace them. "Kiss each shoe. Appreciate how shiny they are," Derek commands after the unlacing. Alex plants a kiss on each. "Again." Alex obeyed. My 6'0" beefy hunk slipped his strong feet out of his shoes, resting his soles on top of them. "Kiss the tops of my feet." Alex kisses each of the black dress socks. I was almost jealous in that moment, Derek has Alex much more submissive than he ever has with me, despite me always wanting more in-depth submissive kink with my boyfriend. 

"Kiss your way up to my crotch." Alex tries in his weird position to ascend Derek's legs, tilting his neck seemingly uncomfortably to kiss up the dress pants. He kisses his knees, and repositioned himself to further kiss up his thighs. He must've been taking too long as Alex just take the back of his head and rams him into his crotch of steel. I see my boyfriend starting to grow in his pants, enjoying watching this fucker who mistreated me down at his knees, his crotch. Instinctively, the bitch starts to lick and dampen Derek's crotch through his pants. Derek slowly begins to unbuckle, but then pauses, and returns his hands to his side. With his leg he pushes Alex back towards me, "Go worship my boy some more," I think Derek wanted to pace how fast he got erect. 

My pants still down, dick still freshly out, I decide to lift up my legs and cross my feet on the coffee table. "Take my pants off." He hesitated. "That means taking my shoes off too." I still had my sneakers on from some of the cardio I did earlier on our elliptical and treadmill. I can see that Alex is really hesitant now. I smack him, "NOW." I'm really enjoying the power now. I don't think I would enjoy this with Derek, I'm naturally submissive to his natural dominance, yet, over a piece-of-shit bitch who deserves it, this is really satisfying. Like with Derek, Alex moves to teeth my laces out their knots. In his kneel he has to lean over the coffee table and stretch to reach over my legs. I slip my shoes off, feeling my black socks still kind of damp. "Now my pants." Alex's teeth moves to the top button and moves his neck toward my feet to drag my pants down. I figured this would take way too long, so I just bent in and pulled them off the rest. My legs crossed over the coffee table, "Take off my socks now," I command. I wiggle my toes inside, feeling moist and rather sweaty. He's so hesitant, slow, he doesn't want to. I don't bother to push him, just enjoy watching him struggle and he bites the heel of my sock and drags it off my foot. I can tell from the grimace of his face how it must've already smelled a bit. I didn't care, I just enjoyed watching him peel off the other.

"Why don't we move the coffee table back a little bit?"

"I like that idea," Derek supported.

I leaned in to push the coffee table just back enough to give the faggot more ample floor room. "Lay on the floor." He relaxed from his awkward kneel onto his side on the floor. I pushed my bare feet into my face, forcing his face upright, his body followed suit and now he was flat on his back, arched with his tied hands behind his back. I wondered how long it'd take for those to go numb with all of his weight on them. 

I mashed my feet into his face, my feet are as strong or sexy as Derek's 12s, but they're suitable 10.5s. "Clean them." He didn't hesitate as much to open his mouth. I stuck the toes of my right foot in. He lathed his tongue around my toes and tilted his neck up to get them further into his mouth. The warm saliva in his mouth was like a massage I never imagined. The soft touches with his teeth also felt kind of nice. I dug my toes further down his throat, really testing him to the point of choking. I dabbed my foot up and down, along his tongue, watching saliva form out of his mouth and drizzle my toes. I fanned my toes out and enjoyed him tonguing in between each one, removing some lint from my black socks that are pretty new. I then moved my left foot in, resting my saliva soaked foot on his forehead. I watched him suck those toes, then I moved my foot out. "Stick out your tongue." I swiped my sole along his tongue, and slowed my motion as he began to tilt his head, be more diligent in licking the sweat off my sole. Derek watched in amusement. I had worshiped Derek's feet a few times and really was curious to feel it myself. Though Derek usually doesn't find it as hot as I do. 

I now stood up from the couch, off of his face. I moved stuff off the coffee table. Derek understood my intentions and moved so that together we could move this fat ass onto the coffee table. I moved around toward his legs. "Why don't you..."

"I'm going to..." I didn't even let Derek finish his sentence. We both just smiled in agreement. 

Derek removed his pants and shirt, happy to flex his nice chest for our captive. Alex's head on the coffee table, his legs and feet off to the other side, Derek moved in, leg to each side of the table, and happily sat on our bitch's face. Using his hands to spread his ass cheeks a bit, Alex knew what to do and began tongue up my boyfriend's hairy crack and hole. I almost felt sorry for Alex, Derek is no bottom, and certainly doesn't keep a bottom's hygiene when it came to is ass. I see Alex sort of slow down and struggle with all the sweat and smell that he must be trapped in. I pick up the Alex's fat legs, holding them up. His big ass is just so perfectly at the end of the coffee table. I take a clorox wipe, and clean his ass a bit. Not that it was dirty, I just like to be extra clean when I ever have to top. I could tell he liked the feeling of me swiping his ass with the moist toilette, and probing his ass with it just so slightly as to open him up.

"Should I get a Trojan?" I asked Derek.

He just shrugged his head at me, "Nahhh...."

I just did it, and heard him shriek from underneath my hunk's big manly ass. We both laughed. In and out, damn this felt so nice. It wasn't my first time topping, but I can definitely count all the times I've topped on one hand. I'm not a natural, I'm a happy bottom boy usually. Yet, my best-friends thick ass was just so tight, the size of his fat ass also turned me on. My dick loved every moment of it. I wasn't too tired to keep up good thrusts. "Yeah baby," Derek smiled, happy to sort of teach me to how to top a bitch, "Go a little slower, but deeper." Oh yess....that was amazing advice. Alex's murmurs from deep down under affirmed that we equally enjoyed my steady but strong back-and-forth. 

"So, bitch," I spoke, "When was the last time you bottomed?" I heard some sort of murmur but couldn't make it out and frankly didn't care. I just continued to fuck my best-friend. I'm proudly fucking my cocky-douchebag of an asshole best-friend.

His big ass, his thick legs, his thick feet in my face. I remember how he used to taunt me with his big feet growing up, stepping over me, or trying to put them near my face as a statement of dominance. I remember secretly enjoying it but never admitting it, Alex always had these nice 13-14s.

The smells were starting to accumulate. Alex's ball sweat and my ball sweat combined with the stench of his feet and ass. Yet all together, it made me zone in harder. My best friend was my bitch right now, and there was nothing stopping me. The power rush got to my head, and I felt my dick grow and tense, I felt a rush of heat through my body and up my shift and I exploded deep into my childhood best friend's big ass. I felt streams of cum string out of my head like I used to do during the early days of Derek and I's relationship. I slowed down, continuing to thrust. 

"Yeah baby!" I could tell how proud Derek is of me to see my top like that for the first time. "Alright, my turn with our bitch. I'll be fast."

We switched positions, and I got to enjoy the faggot clean up my ballsack and ass crack, slowing down as Derek punched him more and more into orgasm, we were never going to let him cum yet. Not now anyway. Not today. Derek gave our new bitch a few more minutes of his pounding, he was going heavy, deep and rough, he clearly didn't care to make Alex feel anything the way he does with me. This is to be a fast, orgasmic release of his plumbing. I saw his face grimace as he closed his eyes and looked up, "Ooooo," Derek exploded as well deep in our bitch's ass. 

The come-down felt amazing, fulfilling. Derek and I shared a long passionate kiss as the faggot continued to lay on the coffee table weak and exhausted. We weren't done with him yet. We dragged him off the table, down the hallway where he crawled. Into our bedroom, Derek and I felt the need for a post-sex nap, just an hour or two. Derek tied the bitch the end post at the foot of the bed, and collapsing on the bed on his usual side, he bent in to remove his socks, and told the faggot to lick his feet until we were both asleep. I laid down on my side, laying on Derek, my head on his chest, his arms around me. I nuzzled my head further into him, eyes closed, enjoying the security I usually get when cuddling with him, enjoying the dark satisfaction of watching my douchebag of a childhood friend being made into a total bitch worth nothing but licking the dirt and sweat off our bodies, right now off Derek's big feet. We would decide what to do with him once and for all after our nap.