My boyfriend and I met Miguel on Manhunt about 4 years ago. Awesome top, nice body, with a big uncut cock. The first couple times he came over, he fucked both of us—once he dumped his load into my boyfriend, the second time to me—but he barely said two words. His screen name...well, I probably shouldn’t say it here, but let’s just say it was a clever, very masculine way of implying he had a big dick and wasn’t verbal. At some point I set to work on making him more verbal, and by the time I was done, he had become by far the best verbal top I’ve ever been with.

I brought out a mean streak in him you wouldn’t believe. He could crush me into total submission in 30 seconds, whether I was high or sober. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and then he’d hit them with a fucking sledgehammer.

He came over a few more times, getting more and more into it each time. He’d make me worship his thick 9.5” uncut cock, say nasty things to me, then make me watch as he fucked the ass off my boyfriend and blew a monster load inside him. I tried to take video once, but he angrily slapped the camera out of my hand. I should have hidden the damn camera.

It turned out he’s only into 1 on 1; we’re the only ones he ever did a 3-way with. The only reason he did it with us was he couldn’t resist fucking my boyfriend’s gorgeous bubble butt. After a few times with us, he realized he was in control and we’d do anything he wanted. So one night when we were partying, I texted him, begging him to come over, but instead he made me drive my boyfriend over to his place and sit in the car waiting while they fucked in his apartment. He called me and put his phone on speaker so I could hear the whole thing. He even fucked my boyfriend standing up against the window so I could see from a distance. It was early morning, just getting light out, so nobody walked by, but I don’t know if any of the neighbors could see. I kind of hoped someone else was watching.

That happened a few more times, but he had me send my boyfriend over while I stayed home alone, undoubtedly so he could spend more time fucking him. One time he sent my boyfriend home with two loads inside him, and texted me telling me to suck the cum out. Oh my fucking god, was there a lot of cum. About 3 hours after that he texted me, ordering ME to come over. He fucked the shit out of me, while telling me all about how much my boyfriend loved getting fucked by him. It was SO fucking hot! Unfortunately my boyfriend is a little uncomfortable talking to me about how good another guy fucks him—he doesn’t really get why I’m so turned on by being humiliated—so I could never get all the juicy details out of him.

The last time I saw Miguel was a little over a year ago. I was at work and we started texting each other. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I was the one who texted him first. Within a half hour, he had me so worked up that I was literally BEGGING him to let me come over and pay him $300 (my idea, not his) to verbally abuse me, make fun of my small dick, and fuck me. (He’s not a pro, never was.) Before he agreed, he made me take a picture of three $100 bills next to my “baby dick” and send it to him. Man, when this guy goes to work on you, you’ll do ANYTHING he wants.

I got three hundreds from the bank, came back to work and went to the bathroom to take the picture. For good measure I doused my cock in cold water to make it as small as possible. A short wave of panic came over me as I snapped the picture. What the fuck am I doing? I can’t afford this!

I clicked SEND.

“good boy. leave work NOW. be here in 30 min”

Shit! I hadn’t expected that. Still, an order is an order. I made a lame excuse, left work three hours early and was at his door just in time. I was trembling in fear and excitement as he let me in.

There were some contractors there just finished with some work on his place, getting ready to leave. Miguel pointed at the couch and said “sit there.” I sat there and waited obediently for about 15 minutes, not saying a word, as the workers got their stuff together and left. Nervous and still trembling, I tried to look “normal” in front of the workers. Miguel was talking to them, ignoring me completely. After they left, I thought he might say “Sorry about that” or something. He didn’t.

He told me to stand up. Then he told me to strip down to my underwear, stand in the corner and wait for him. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He left me standing there for a good 10 minutes; I could hear him doing some things around his place. I didn’t know or care what he was doing, I just stood there as I was told, feeling very exposed.

Miguel came back in the room, still fully dressed. Seeing that I had obeyed him, he said “Good boy.” He walked toward me and stopped a few feet away, just standing there. I started trembling harder. My heart was racing, I could feel it pounding in my throat. After a few seconds, I looked down at the bulge in his pants and found I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“Yeah?” he said softly, gently grabbing his crotch. “You want this?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered with shaky breath.

“Come here.” I approached him, still looking at his bulge. “Look at me.” I obeyed, knowing that he could see the look of desire and terror in my eyes. “Now get on your knees. “

I dropped down and his bulge was directly in front of my face. I leaned toward it and he said “Don’t move.”

He started rubbing his crotch and his bulge immediately started getting bigger, just a few inches from my face. Teasing me. My eyes were locked onto it. I didn’t move.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a few inches. I could see the thickening shaft of his cock in his briefs. He squeezed it and rubbed it. I kept getting thicker. My breath hitched.

“What’s this?” He said, giving it another squeeze. He spoke quietly, his voice deep and very masculine.

“A big beautiful cock,” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “Your cock anywhere near this big?”

“NO sir!”

“Yeah, I know. I can tell right now how small it is.” His words were slow and deliberate. He was in complete control and he knew it. I didn’t move, I just knelt there in front of him, my eyes on the outline of his cock, hands at my sides, awaiting his next orders.

“You wanna see what a REAL man’s cock looks like?”

“YES sir!” I whispered loudly, with no attempt to hide the desperation in my voice. “Please let me see your big dick, sir!”

He pulled his briefs down enough to let his thick, beautiful cock swung out, just a couple inches from my mouth. It was almost all the way hard. I let out a gasp. I resisted the urge to just attack it and suck like crazy. Instead, I started to move my face toward it to see if he’d let me keep going.

“No. Stay there.” He grabbed it and started stroking. It was fully hard now and I could see precum already glistening on the tip. He stroked it with long, smooth strokes. Up and down the shaft. Up and down. Then he started to work on me.

“Yeah, take a goooood look at that big dick, boy.”

Stroke. Stroke.

“You’ll NEVER have a cock like this.”

Stroke. Stroke. I was mesmerized by the big uncut dick right in front of me.

“You’re stuck with that worthless little baby dick.”

Oh, fuck....here we go. Do it, stud. Hurt me.

“You know that, don’t you boy?”

“Yes Sir,” I whispered weakly. Everything he said hit me like a slug in the gut. He spoke very quietly, knowing his words were crushing me.

“Yeah, boy. Your pathetic little cock can never compare to this.”

Stroke. Stroke.

“That’s why your boyfriend comes here...he needs a REAL man to fuck him.”

Oof! That one literally knocked the wind out of me—I could hardly breathe. I started shaking and almost doubled over.

He chuckled. “You know that, don’t you boy?”

“Y-yes...Sir...” I managed to get out, in a barely audible whisper. I was almost hyperventilating. Stroke. Stroke.

“That’s right. Your boyfriend comes here when he needs a man who can satisfy him.”

That felt like a kick to the stomach. It was mean. It was abusive. And it was true.

Stroke. Stroke.

“Right, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Stroke. Stroke.

“That’s right. Your boyfriend leaves you and comes here when he needs MY big cock inside him.”

Stroke. Stroke.

He was relentless. “And you know he thinks about me fucking him whenever he jerks off, right, boy?”

Another verbal gut-punch. “Yes sir.”

“Because I have the kind of cock your boyfriend needs to satisfy him.”

“Yes sir.”

Then he moved in for the kill.

“Because you can’t.”

That one hit me like a kick in the balls. My eyes rolled back and I felt dizzy, like I’d just done a hit of strong poppers. I was having trouble breathing.

“You know that boy?”

“Yes...s-sir......” I whispered meekly.

“That’s right. Your boyfriend needs me because you can’t satisfy him. Right, boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Look at me and say it.”

I looked up at him. Was he serious?

“Say it,” he said more firmly.

Oh, fuck...

“My boyfriend...”

“Yes?”

“My boyfriend needs your cock, Sir.”

“Fuck yeah, he does. Tell me why.”

“Be...Because I can’t...satisfy....him....”

I felt myself getting weaker and weaker.

“That’s right. And why does he come to me?”

“Because he needs a real man to fuck him.”

“Good boy. It’s good that you know your place. Open your mouth.”

Finally! I couldn’t have taken much more torture while being deprived of worshiping his massive cock. I opened my mouth wide, waiting for him to fill my mouth and throat. He said, “Stick out your tongue.”

He squeezed his cock and, holy shit, look at all that precum gushing out. He positioned the tip right over my tongue and used it to wipe the precum off. I slurped it into my mouth and tasted it. Mmm...

“Open up.”

He slid his cock into my mouth as far as it could go, about halfway. I sucked on it hungrily, but couldn’t deep throat it. It was just too big.

“Yeah, SUCK that big dick, boy.” He grabbed the back of my head and tried to force his cock down my throat. I gagged but he kept forcing it. Finally I choked and reflexively pulled back off it. Tears were running down my cheeks.

“Too much for you, huh boy? Too bad no one will ever have that problem with you. No one will ever choke on that worthless little pindick.”

“Yes sir.”

I sucked on him as deep as I could. After a couple minutes he pulled out of my mouth and said “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir! Fucking big beautiful stud cock!”

“You want this inside you?”

“Fuck yeah sir!”

“Good little bitch. Get the money. Go in the bedroom and wait on the bed. Now.”

He walked out of the room and I did as I was told. After a couple minutes he came in with a camera, started it recording and set it on the nightstand pointed at me. “Get on your hands and knees.”

I obeyed. He was standing next to the bed, his cock directly in front of my face. The camera was about 3 feet away, recording only my face and his massive cock. I started sucking on it and he grabbed my head and turned it so I was looking at the camera while sucking him.

I thought dimly, Oh fuck. He could totally blackmail me with this video! But I wanted him to have that power over me. I put on a show for the camera, passionately worshiping his thick hard cock, slurping up and down the entire length.

“Good boy. You like that dick?”

“I fuckin’ LOVE this big beautiful dick, sir!”

“Yeah? And who needs this big dick more than you?”

“My boyfriend needs this big dick, sir.”

“What does he need?”

“He needs this cock inside him.”

“Why?”

“He needs to get fucked by a real man, sir.”

“That’s right, slut. Tell me why.”

“Because I can’t satisfy him.”

“Right. Because you’re a fuckin’ worthless pussy.”

“Yes sir.”

“Look into the camera and say it.”

“I’m a fuckin’ worthless pussy with a small dick. My boyfriend needs your cock inside him. He needs a real man. You’re the stud who can give him what he needs, sir.”

Now he REALLY had blackmail material on me. No turning back. I was totally humiliated on camera. He owned me now.

“Good boy. Get that money.”

I reached over and picked up the three hundreds off the bed, holding them in clear view of the camera. He didn’t take them.

“What’s that for?”

“For the privilege of worshiping your big beautiful cock, sir.”

“And what else?”

“To pay you to fuck my boyfriend the way he needs to get fucked.”

“Good boy.” That was the answer he was looking for. He reached down and, one by one, pulled the bills from me. I felt weaker and weaker. He turned and put the bills on his dresser.

“Thank you, Sir.” Somehow it felt right to thank him for completely fucking me over and humiliating me on camera.

“That’s a good little bitch. Turn around.”

I turned and arched my back to give him my ass, lowering to my elbows for a more submissive angle. He tossed a bottle of poppers in front of me on the bed. I took three big hits off the bottle as he lubed up, then felt him slapping that massive cock against my ass. I heard him turn the camera to record him fucking me, then felt his cock head press against my hole.

Oh, fuck...here we go...

The poppers kicked in and my ass yielded, just as he began to enter me. He grabbed my hips and slowly slid his big cock all the way inside me, stretching me, filling me all the way up. I surrendered my body to him—my body was his now. He began to pump in and out.

“Ohhhh god,” I moaned. “SO fucking big...”

Big, and thick. Painfully big and thick. And rock hard. It hurt—I wasn’t stretched out enough yet—but somehow the pain didn’t bother me. It wasn’t my body any more, he owned it, so the pain didn’t really belong to me. I let go and relished the pain as he began fucking me harder.

“How’s that big dick feel, boy?”

“It feels fucking GREAT, sir!”

“Yeah? You like my cock inside your pussy ass?”

“Fuck yeah! Please fuck me, sir!”

He tightened his grip on my hips and began pounding me harder. The pain, which had begun to subside, flashed through me again. I let it.

He began to work up a good rhythm and I felt his skin slapping against mine as he drilled me deep. The pain subsided as he stretched my hole open. I began to moan with each stroke: “uh....uh...uh....”

I was delirious with pleasure and submission. I thought about the control he had over me: In less than two hours, he made me leave work and come to his house; degraded and emasculated me; made me humiliate myself on video; taken my money; and now I was on all fours, moaning as he fucked me doggy style with his massive cock. And then he delivered the coup de grace.

“This is how your boyfriend likes it.”

“OH FUCK!” I shouted. Somewhere deep inside me, I felt the last tattered shred of my masculinity ripped away. In my head was the image of my gorgeous boyfriend, on all fours, his beautiful round ass in the air, moaning like crazy with that massive, thick, rock-hard, raw cock pounding him. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was crushed. Wrecked. Destroyed.

Because that’s exactly how my boyfriend likes it.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” I moaned. He was pounding me full-force now.

“You know that, don’t you boy?”

“YES SIR! Fuck yeah! You’re a fuckin’ stud!”

“Yeah, your boyfriend is my bitch! His ass belongs to me. He’ll do anything I say! Right, boy?”

“Yes sir! My boyfriend is your bitch! You own his ass sir!”

“That’s right! Now TAKE that big dick, you worthless fuckin’ pussy!”

“Fuck yeah sir! I am SUCH a fuckin’ pussy! RAPE my worthless faggot ass!”

His fucking intensified. My body bounced back and forth. It felt like he was fucking me within an inch of my life.

“You want my big load, bitch?”

“YES SIR! Please fuck your load deep inside me!”

I felt his cock swelling up even thicker. He grabbed my hips with an iron grip.

“NNNNGGGGGG!!!” he shouted as I felt his cum gush into me. He slammed his cock into me a few more times, then pulled hard on me, forcing him cock as deep into me as he possibly could, and held me there. I felt it pulsing inside me as his hot load filled me up. My own cock erupted and I started shooting cum all over his bed.

“Feel it pumping inside you?”

“Ohhhh yeah.... Fuck yeah.....” I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me up. My own orgasm was wracking my body.

“Good boy.” He relaxed his grip and pumped me a few more times, catching his breath, then pushed all the way back in. “Now squeeze.”

I moaned, and squeezed his cock as hard as I could. Slowly he pulled out as I squeezed the last of his load from his cock into my ass. I felt his cock pulse a couple more times. He pulled all the way out and I collapsed on the bed. I was totally spent.

He walked to the other side of the room, picked up a small towel and wiped his cock off with it, then tossed it at me. I did my best to clean my cum off his bed, then wiped up the cum and lube dripping out of my hole. He took the towel from me and I tried to get up, but couldn’t summon the energy. I flopped onto my back and lay there, still panting. I watched numbly as he put his underwear and a pair of sweat pants on. Finally he turned to me and said, “Now get the fuck out.”

With his command my energy came back. I hopped off the bed and was dressed and ready to leave in about two minutes. He was holding the door open for me; it wasn’t polite, it was I’m done with you, faggot.

As I walked out the door, he looked at me with a cocky little smile. I said, “See you.” He didn’t say a word. I drove home, feeling his cum in my ass the whole way.

Man, that was the best $300 I ever spent.

I never saw him again. I texted him a month or so after that, but he told me to fuck off, that he had a boyfriend and to lose his number. Hopefully I’ll see him around somewhere, just to get that shudder through my body when he looks at me. He’ll probably ignore me, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll give me that same cocky little smile one more time...