This is a true story. Only extra thing to say is that all was agreed in advance. CNC.
My local pub is just one minute away from home. It was cold out, so I wore my favourite (pretty distinctive) scarf and popped in for a quick pint. Luckily I scored one of the last free tables and sat down with my pint contentedly. It’s a good traditional boozer, with a mix of London tourists and locals.
“Mind if I sit here?” A friendly voice asked. Not at all - a hunky mid 20s black guy smiled down at me. He looked hot; buzz cut hair and a hint of bulging muscle under his winter coat. Turned out he was an American tourist in london for a few days.
We chatted for a while, and he had an easy, engaging manner. He told me he’d meant to see the sights today but ended up fucking a red head woman he met online. I downed the rest of my pint and said I should go. He said he was leaving as well.
We walked past mine, and as I fished my keys out of my pocket he said “shit - I should have gone for a piss before I left. I’ll never last the tube journey back to the hotel”. Perhaps stupidly I said “no problem - you can use the toilet at mine”. I unlocked the door and let him in.
He went to the bathroom and I went into my bedroom next door, hoping to hear him pissing. But just silence. Then he came out waving my douche bulb. Shit. I’d forgotten I’d left it there.
“What’s this then?” he asked, sounding amused but with a harder edge now. As I stammered a reply he broke in “so you’re a slutty faggot cleaning his arse out for men to use?” He looked more threatening now, blocking the doorway. “That bitch today left me horny. I could use some faggot ass”.
“You’ve got it wrong” I said weakly, as he slowly approached, backing me towards the bed. Next thing I knew he was on me, pushing me flat on the bed with one arm round my neck, and strong legs pushing mine apart. I could feel something else as well, as an iron hard bulge pressed itself into my arse cheeks.
I knew I had to take some control of the situation and tried to kick and roll him off me. But he was unmovable, seeming to keep just a relaxed hold that I had no chance of escaping from. I’m not the strongest to start with - swimming rather than weights is my go to exercise - and a realised I had no chance of escaping his grip.
“Relax slut” he said, sounding amused at my efforts. “I’m a semi pro wrestler back home, and I’ve taken out many bigger pussies than you”. Now I was starting to seriously struggle, but he laughed and grabbed the frayed crotch of my jeans, ripping them half off me. Shit. This guy was strong. Seriously strong.
I remembered I’d worn a jock strap underneath, which meant my arse cheeks were on full view under the ripped remains of my jeans. He grabbed my balls painfully and smiled as he encountered the chastity cage my master makes me wear.
“A locked faggot cock, perfect” he said twisting my balls painfully. “You’re just a faggot hole to be fucked then”. He ripped my jeans more, revealing my vulnerable hole. This couldn’t be happening. I struggled again, and realised I was just wearing myself out. His grip was strong and vice like.
“Going to show my cock a good time?” he taunted, pulling down his trackies so just his thin cotton underwear was between his cock and my hole. I could feel the dick heat coming off him as my hole quivered.
Then something I wouldn’t have believed. This guy was big, I could see the thickness of his cock as it grew even more as he held me in place. But thick cocks can struggle to get in a tight arse. I might not be able to fight him off, but there’s no way he can get that monster in if I squeeze my arse tight. Or so I thought
He spat on my hole, and then yanked his pants down to his knees revealed a beautiful hard cock - twitching in the light from the lamp, with a drop of precum glistening on the pink end of his hard cock. Returning both hands to pin mine down he positioned his hips over my arse, and pushed his cock against my hole.
He pushed, I squeezed tight, but his hard cock was relentless. Almost as if it had a mind of its own I felt the tip go in, then bit by bit my arse was stretched wide open till he was fully inside. How did I think I could hold him back? This guy was all muscle, and it was all centred on driving his cock into me. He was a fucking machine.
He started to pick up the pace. As he jackhammered into me I started to feel a familiar urgent glow spreading despite the pain. As a chastity sub the only way I can cum is from being fucked. I get fucked a lot, living centrally, but very few tops ever make me cum. And only ever when I’m face down on the bed, exactly as this guy had me now.
I became more aware of his thick strong biceps looped casually round my neck. His flat abs against my back. And that cock, still hammering relentlessly in and out of my arse. It was too much. I came, shooting cum into my chastity cage and smearing my jock with wetness.
It seemed to go on forever. I cried out, as my arse twitched and pulsed as my orgasm continued. “Shit” he cried as he started to cum as well, releasing his cum deep inside me as his cock continued to pump deep inside.
He pulled it out. I felt sticky emptiness where his cock had stretched me open. “Clean me up bitch” he said, pushing his cock into my mouth, as I sucked him clean, savouring the last drops of cum. Then his cock twitched, and I felt a warm stream hit the back of my throat. “Drink it slut” he said, as he voided his bladder of the pints he had d*unk. Making sure I drank every drop. I hate being used as a urinal, but he was in charge and I had no control.
“Not bad” he said , rolling over. “I meant to last longer than that though. Free tomorrow?” I was. But that’s another story.
***
And that’s it. All true. Nothing elaborated or changed. He fucked me three times that weekend. He then went back to the States, but is coming back to London next year… He wants to meet up again. |
