by Moore, Gabi
More like a mule. Or a one trick pony.
My fingers, still wet with his saliva and sweat pressed into his asshole. I didn’t bother with one finger at a time -- patience like that was for the inadequate or inexperienced. While this little fucker at the end of my fist might have been both, I most certainly was not. With a little pointed direction, I pushed, feeling the muscles of his sphincter strain at my attempted entry. He was tight.
“Good,” I grinned, “That means this is going to be fun.”
The crowd was loud and unholy. There were simple spectators, and there were more active types. A situation like this is a taboo destroying context; that’s why it’s so powerful. My demonstration of power and sexuality at the hands of this submissive little fuck offered permission to others. My awareness increased as my fingers pressed upward, straining his asshole. I saw others were itching to join, but I warded them off with a silent claim to my victim. Now was not the time to share.
The only problem was that instead of bowing down and looking at the floor in ecstasy or pain -- I didn’t much care which, he looked at me. His eyes were so large and beautiful, that I almost felt bad for prepping him in such a harsh way. The very effort required to turn his head made me think twice about what I was doing. I could see the muscles in his neck strain. I felt the roots of his hair pull and even give as he strained to watch me penetrate him.
I hate to say it, but it threw me off my game for a moment. Even a single moment in an experience like that was unacceptable. When you were a Dom, you couldn’t afford to get caught in sentimentality. Make no mistake about it -- emotions are a trap, and if you pay them any mind, they will disrupt your flow. I couldn’t afford to let that happen.
In order to regain control of myself, I had to shove him down to the ground. When his shoulders and cheek hit the warm tiles of the dance floor, my fingers slipped inside. I knew well enough not to start fucking him right away. I wanted him to acclimate to my presence. Pushing down deeper inside of him, I strained my knuckles against the entrance to his body. He was clear, even if he was tight.
“Good boy,” I said encouragingly.
The crowd went wild. I didn’t have to raise my head up from the task at hand in order to see the effect I was having on them. I heard them cry out, both men and women. They were encouraging me. They wanted this fuck as badly as I did. I smiled to myself, savoring the warmth and moisture of his asshole. He was practically mine. All I had to do now was ride it out and enjoy myself.
With my focus once more on exactly how I was going to fuck this one, I began to grow more technical in my approach. My fingers twisted expertly inside of him, feeling the wet walls inside of him. Moving my fingers inside of him, in a rhythmic motion, I watched as his anus pulled around my index and middle fingers in accordance with my movement. He moaned again, so I looked up to catch a glimpse of his facial expression.
“Eyes rolled back in your head,” I told him. “Look at you. You’re drooling on the floor like a lap dog.”
His palms were outstretched on the floor and with each breath, I could feel him moan all the way inside of his asshole. I knew he had taken drugs, but I had no idea how much. I could assume that he had gotten at least the same dose as myself. I was also fairly certain that he had gotten his drugs from Thomas as well. In truth, their proximity to one another on the rooftop was enough to tip me off. While I continued to twist my fingers inside of his asshole, I wondered exactly how much he had done. He was clearly overwhelmed, and at this point I doubt he was able to focus on anything except the feeling of being fucked.
Thomas had given me a mild dose of Foxy, a stimulating psychedelic tryptamine commonly used as an aphrodisiac. The standard name was 5-MeO-DIPT. I suspected at first that he had slipped me a tab of acid, but the body load of the drug was far too heavy. Another thing that tipped me off was the intense level of clarity in my perceptions. Most acid around this place tended to be extremely heady, and emotionally volatile. I felt none of those effects at all -- only a clear sense of purpose as well as a heightened physical sensitivity.
While pulling my fingers out of his ass just enough to entertain myself with the way his body practically begged me to push back inside of him, I remembered his eyes.
Well, at least one unexpected emotional change, I thought to myself before shoving my fingers inside to the knuckle.
Having this eager young ass at my disposal was getting me more than a little riled up. My cock was standing at full attention. I even treated myself to brushing the head of my dick against the inside of his thigh. His asshole was loosening up, and it became increasingly easier to fuck him.
I noticed that his eyes were wider than when I last looked at his face.
How many did this guy take? I wondered.
Looking down at his cock, I noticed that he was completely engorged with blood. His legs were spread wide to accommodate my fingers. With each penetrative push of my fingers, he worked his ass backward into my hand. He wanted more, and I knew exactly how to push him into excess.
Finally, I let go of the back of his hair. He sighed with relief, but was only able to find a moment’s rest. With a firm hand, I brought my other hand down between his legs and pulled his cock toward me. He was thick, and much larger than I expected. Naturally, my own cock was larger -- it was easy enough to compare the two when they were side by side. I brought my fingers up toward the base of his cock, and wrapped my hand around both his testicles and shaft. Squeezing and pulling his cock backward toward his asshole, I made him scream.
He dropped even lower to the ground with his chest, while struggling to raise his ass up higher in the air. He didn’t have the energy necessary to achieve any real progress and ended up leaning over to one side. I corrected his lean by redirecting his body. I found that his cock and balls were suited well enough to the task of maneuvering him toward equilibrium. Besides, I had control of the base of his spine. He wasn’t going anywhere.
“Drop down all you like, honey,” I told him, still steadily fucking him in the ass with my fingers. “Makes no difference to me; I’ll take what I want either way.”
The feeling of his cock in my hand was a beautiful experience. I wasn’t all about the ass, though that was my primary focus most of the time. It felt good to have another person’s cock in my hand, or even in my mouth. I don’t suppose it was for any other purpose but my own. A dark feeling of control and pleasure took over my brain. I began to stroke him, squeezing hard on the shaft while letting his testicles pull out from my grip one by one. Both times he winced, and both times his sphincter tightened around my fingers.
Sensitive… I thought. Perhaps more than I had realized.
I tugged on his cock once more, this time squeezing into him as I did so. He was dry, and I bet it hurt more than a little. He was likely too focused on my fingers in his asshole to be able to care about the condition of his cock. I had been working him steadily into a rhythm for what seemed like an endless amount of time.
Feeling somewhat compassionate, I spat on my hand before continuing to jerk him off. The lubrication worked wonders. I swear his asshole practically opened up for me when I started stroking his cock. My fingers were gliding in and out of him with barely any resistance. I also found that I could go deeper, since the muscles around his ass were no longer as tight.
“You’re about ready, then,” I said.
The members of the crowd nearby must have heard me, because a cheer rose in response. The music was still deafening, so maybe that wasn’t it at all. With my right hand on his cock, my left hand buried in his ass, and a head full of Foxy -- we had reached critical mass.
If they’re close enough to see, then I’ll have to give them something worth looking at, I thought with a smile.
I released his cock from my grip, and let my fingers slip out from his asshole. He heaved a sigh of relief, and lay panting on the floor. Standing up, I posed for the crowd, putting my foot down on his back. With panache, I pressed his tired body to the floo
r and met the eyes of each person in the circle that surrounded us.
I wanted them to know who I was, and what I was capable of doing. They would all remember this night, and they would tell their friends. The tattoo on my chest offered them all of the information they would need.
The name was written in gothic print, with sharpened edges on each letter. When your calling card is your own body as I do, you tend to take pride in your appearance. My chest was waxed, and the lettering was raised on my pectorals. I thought I looked beautiful, standing sweaty and proud over the body of the fallen. My cock was firm and pulsed with the beat of the music.
“Take a good look!” I yelled to the crowd, smiling manically and walking around the body of my prey. “I think you’ll like what you see.”
“Who knows…” I shrugged. “You could be next.”
The crowd began to chant for me.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I nodded and lowered myself over his body. He was helpless and wasted. Sweaty and uncontrollably aroused. His cute little ass squirmed right above my cock as I hovered above him. I leaned in and bit him on the neck while prying his ass cheeks to each side.
I pushed into him, slowly at first, feeling the pressure on the head of my cock. He was tight, even after the fingering, and my cock actually bent slightly while I tried to force my way in. Some people try to pause on the way in, and take it slow. Consideration for his comfort wasn’t my primary motivation. I wanted inside, and I wanted it now. Lowering my hips with expertise and power, I pushed through and broke him.
His body tensed up when my cock entered his asshole. I felt him squeeze me and arch his back. His hands gripped helplessly at the floor and his mouth was open wide. I hooked him with a finger and pulled on the inside of his lip with one hand. The other hand was dug firmly into his side.
He was warm, and I loved the feeling of being completely inside of him. My cock was in absolute ecstasy. Every thrust inside of him was tight. I could feel his asshole rub along the length of my dick. Inside of him, I felt depth and lust. I had to strain in order to hold back from fucking the living shit out of him right then and there. My cock felt incredible, and the feelings of warmth were spreading inward and up the length of my body.
I started slow and deep at first, because I wanted to enjoy the process instead of watching him squirm in discomfort. He began alternately biting down, and sucking on my finger. I let him have what he wanted. After all, this wasn’t going to be a short fuck. Don’t let anyone ever tell you I’m not a generous master.
The crowd loved it and many of them were inching in closer in order to get a better view of the occasion. One particularly bold raver put his dick up to the lips of my prey. A poor choice on his part. If I wasn’t balls deep inside of an asshole already, I would have punched him. It’s not that I don’t like a little group action every now and then. More important was that at this moment, I was the show, and I didn’t care to share the spotlight with a newcomer. It’s far too easy to jump on the bandwagon once the party has already started. I flashed him a look, and he backed off. I also noticed that my boy didn’t bother opening his mouth.
Committed, I thought. Good for me.
Knowing that I had him all to myself, I began to fuck him harder. There was something incredibly encouraging about knowing that you are going to get everything you want, and seizing the opportunity with passion. Each thrust was more complete than the last. I began to truly feel every single aspect of the movement. I would have given anything to have a close-up of his face while I was fucking him -- anything except the ability to completely and utterly own his asshole.
You have to pick your priorities.
My positioning required stamina, and I was glad that I had been training for this. Every good Dom should be able to be able to fuck their partner into oblivion at a moment’s notice. With him laying on the floor in front of me, I practically needed to do push-ups in order to drive my cock as far into him as possible. My chest and abs burned, with exertion, but hearing him moan and push himself into me was all the motivation I needed. The crowd also helped. An audience always puts me at my best behavior.
I noticed that I really enjoyed the way that my fingers felt inside of his mouth as well. He was soft, and pliable. Occasionally, when I felt the urge to shove my fingers down his throat, he would open for me, and take me as deep as I wanted to go. He only bit back a little bit, which I found to be an endearing trait.
“I’ll give you something to suck on before this is all over,” I promised.
He moaned in response, and the crowd closed even tighter around our bodies. They were so loud, and I could feel the sexual energy flying through the air between them. The sensations of sex seemed heightened beyond all reason. I’m not sure whether it was the drugs, the crowd, or the combination of the two, but I was having one of the best fucks of my life. I felt super dominant, and completely in control of my sex appeal. I was so confident, it felt like I could have bent over and fucked any one of the spectators around us. That level of confidence pushed me to fuck even harder; it was a glorious cycle.
Not that I had my fill of his ass, but I wanted to push things further into the realm of humiliation. I really wanted to see just how far I could take this whole experience. In the moment, I felt like I could do whatever I want, so I did. I slapped his ass so hard I knew it would leave a mark the next day.
When I stood up and pulled out of him, I got an intense head rush. All of the drugs in my system seemed to overwhelm my awareness at once. I gasped for breath, and watched as the room spun around me. Everything was so vivid, and disorienting. I lost track of myself, and all of my pretense. For a moment, I felt incredibly vulnerable. I looked down at the man I had been fucking. He was blissed out, and panting on the floor. His ass was raised up in the air, and sweat covered his entire body. When I saw his face, I knew that he was intoxicated with pleasure. I had been the one that had caused him that pleasure. For a moment, I felt the responsibility of my role in the sexual relationship. I was more than a bad boy, performing in front of an audience. To him, I was a lover. The shift in roles became a stumbling block to my game of dominance. I faltered.
Keep it together, Stoker, I reminded myself, knowing that the performance was not yet over.
Raising my foot up to his hips, I pushed him down to the ground on his side. He rolled over without any form of resistance, until he was flat on his back -- still gasping for air. My cock was wet from being inside of him, and I was still hard. Lowering my body, I straddled his face. With a single motion, I shoved my cock into his throat. I felt him gag for a moment, and then he closed his lips around me.
Thrusting forward with my hips, I began to ride his mouth. I didn’t fuck him hard, but mostly because I felt a sort of exhaustion coming over me. Instead, I worked my cock slowly in and out of his mouth. I was resolved to simply let him do most of the work. My balls rested on his upper lip, and I could feel the breath coming through his nose. As short bursts of air tickled my scrotum, I hunched over his body.
Something inside of me changed, then. The transformation was beyond my control. I saw his cock in front of my face, and he looked beautiful. I wanted to have him inside of me as well. The feeling of his lips wrapped around my cock pushed me towards ecstasy, and I leaned forward on his body. My hands found either side of his hips, and I felt a tenderness that I didn’t feel only moments before. This time, when I was touching him, I felt like was losing myself within him. These thoughts were totally unprecedented, and it felt like some kind of alien mind was overwhelming my consciousness with compassion.
For a moment, I tried to fight it off. I honestly gave the fight everything I had to give. My cock made him choke, and I pushed down farther inside of him. In response, he only pulled me in deeper with his mouth. One of his hands went up to pet my hair, while the other began to probe my asshole -- pushing against my own resistance as I had pushed against his. The sensations were too much for me in my state of heightened sensitivity.
I let out a moan, and looked down at his cock. He was harder than the last time.
I watched his cock, inches from my lips, as it throbbed up and down with his heartbeat. He didn’t have any lubrication on his finger, so his entrance was slow. I even felt a sharp pain from the pressure, but when he pushed past that, all of my dominance left me. My mouth fell onto his cock, and I began to suck him eagerly. He tasted wonderful. As his finger worked slowly, from side to side, deeper into my asshole, I lost track of myself completely.
The crowd was going wild, and there was more commotion than there had been so far. I wasn’t sure what it was about, so I looked up. The club bouncers were finally trying to break through the crowd in order to get at us. I could only see the tops of their heads, towering over the crowd several layers deep. They were huge men, and rightly so, but they were several layers of people away from us. We were insulated by our own celebrity.
My cock continued to be sucked eagerly, deeper into his mouth each moment. He had worked his finger into my asshole, and was slowly moving it around in circles. The effect was intoxicating. Obedient to the moment of our affection, I lowered my head once more and began to pull harder on his own cock with my mouth. I wanted to drink from him before this was all over, and I knew I needed to act fast.
