Life is never as simple as it looks on paper. The same rule applies to my relationships with Tommy. I told you about our exciting beginning and even more exciting end, but the devil is often hidden in the details. The journey in between took a lot of my time and effort, and as you know, sometimes this journey is more important than the destination.
Let’s talk about that in this note… Let’s talk about the physical side of things.
Because many years ago… on this fucking day… This. Boy. Was. Fucking. Physically. Rejecting. Me. And I won’t tolerate this little rebellion at any single point.
But no worries. I had a plan.
It all started Friday evening, when I was trying to devour him in a way I wanted it the most.
Raw. Hard. Deep. Physical.
Only to face a closed door between those lovely red cheeks. Shut in the way no oxygen molecule can squeeze in. If his rectum were a person, it would suffocate that night.
Do you have any idea how frustrating it is?
So I decided to start with dinner. Lovely veggies and a Greek salad, dressed with just a glass of red wine. And then his favorite drink - turmeric milk. If you never tried those, you'd better not do this in an unfamiliar environment, cause it might take you down in minutes. That’s what happened to Tommy that night. A little dizzy and comfy, he was going down the hall next to my bedroom, only to realize all that fancy bed was ready and welcoming him. He was stunned in a little disbelief (I rarely invite him in my bed unless it’s a big holiday or a special occasion), but it was all real - I made sure to stand in the doors and confirm his expectations by a little nod - just to see him collapsing on the bed in the sweet moment of ecstasy. He wasn’t wearing any clothes at this point (house rules), so it was a perfect moment to strike.
And I struck hard like a cobra attacking an innocent rabbit.
I wasn’t quite sure about my moves, so I had to act spontaneously. I pushed my belly against his back and immediately grabbed his arms in mine. That allowed me to crush him with my weight and completely overpower him, so I could pin him down and wrap my legs around his. I didn’t want him to realize anything before it was too late, so I immediately welcomed him with kisses on the neck and some manly groaning sounds, so he felt relaxed and unaware. It worked exactly in the way I wanted - and in seconds later - my pulsating from the excitement and prelubricated dick was inside Tommy at full length.
He moaned in those moments of pleasure - completely unaware of what’s about to happen - only to face the wall of rejection and disappointment.
No movement. No sweet echo of expected dom-sub hard fuck. No kisses anymore.
Just the giant blanket covered both of us, and a little whisper “Sweet dreams” was all he had before it was all over - just for Tommy to realize that this is gonna be a long… long… LONG night for him.
But I didn’t care. The sweet taste of his insides around my dick and the realization that he wouldn’t be able to move an inch underneath was just enough to make me fall asleep instantly.
I opened my eyes in the pitch dark and tried to realize what time it was. Probably too early to wake up, but yet something - or someone awoke me.
I was still lying down, trying to understand my feelings and thoughts. It was very hot - not just from the weather outside, but also from a body underneath me. I froze in a moment to understand what was happening.
While I was having a wonderful sleep, it was a very different situation for Tommy. Grabbed by a man 2 times his size with a fully erect dick in his ass, he had very little time to sleep. All covered in sweat (dripping mostly from my body, but I’m not sorry at all), he was feeling every freaking second of this experience. I knew he wasn’t asleep because I was feeling his elevated heartbeat beneath my chest and frequent contractions of his gaping hole, desperately trying to close.
Oh, that’s what was happening. I guess while being relaxed in my sleep, my dick was often becoming very flaccid, but the contractions around it were only making it hard again, repeating this cycle on - and off - again and again. Stretching that ass for the good. My good.
It happened again - a warm hug, squeezing my penis so hard that it bordered between pain and pleasure. I knew he wasn’t asleep at all, so I decided to finish that lesson out of the blue - and started to pull my dick out. But God, damn, these weak, stupid big-muscled hands - weren’t listening to me, so I fell back down, piercing this innocent boy deeper than it was before. And again. And again. And AGAIN.
A stream of sweat ran down my dick right in his hole. I felt this dripping, warm stream of a man's essence entering the body of a boy. He felt it too and made a little involuntary movement towards his freedom. No… I squeezed my thighs around his legs so tight that even any thought of resistance in that boy’s head was destroyed by being covered in sweat. I pulled on the blanket with my free hand to cover us both completely, head to toe, like I was trying to hide my crime from any unexpected witnesses. But there was no one to help this poor boy.
My movements were harsh and loud. Imagine a sound that makes two completely covered in sweat bodies - those loud slaps of a man’s crotch against wet ass - and make them 10 times louder. I used my hand to cover Tommy’s mouth, so I could enjoy this lovely sound all the way until the end. I literally exploded in his guts, only to go limp and remain in the place I’ve been all that time.
Seconds were going by until I finally opened my left eye and checked the clocks on my phone.
5 am…
God no, I’m not waking up that early.
This was the last memory I had before falling back to sleep without any movement at all.
The morning was very rough for Tommy. He didn’t have much sleep, and I could see it in his sad red eyes, looking more tired than ever.
I felt guilty, but only a little bit. I wanted to give his body a workout, and it worked out just fine, even at the cost of his sanity tonight. No worries, he can sleep and recover just fine in his cage the next night.
I repeated my experiment twice next week - on Tuesday and Thursday - only to make it more violent last time, when I woke up and made an execution of his ass three times during the night, making his hole a little piñata filled with my jizz.
Everything changed on Sunday, when I was on another round of owning my boy.
It started all the same - defeated by his evening drink, Tommy was lying down on my bed, ass up and doing nothing to stop me. I was rubbing my dick against his already stretched hole to begin his usual torture, entering him only 1 inch deep. By this point, he usually made a loud sound and tried to escape - only to be stopped by my arm, when something very unexpected happened.
He did his loud mumbling as always, but the moment he felt my glans inside him, he pushed his ass towards me, literally stringing himself on my dick. Once it was over, his mumbling turned into a little snoring sound, just like a baby makes when he’s comfortably in his sleep…
I froze in disbelief. He was… comfortable? Is it possible that this boy’s torture became his desired state? I don’t know what a straight man feels when he first holds his son, but that was the closest feeling I ever had in my entire life.
Sleep well, my baby.
Daddy holds you.
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