Corruption

[newboy1689]

Mike was blindfolded laying on his back as yet another mystery cock entered his hole. He moaned. His hole was tender. He had no idea how long he’d been there. The blindfold made it impossible to tell sense the passing of time. It could have been a whirlwind forty-five minutes, or a hole destroying five hours. He had no concept. What he did know was that he was now so full of cum that the cocks were just sliding into him without any resistance.

 

His legs were spread wide. His current top holding his ankles far apart as he hammered his fat cock into Mike’s wet hole. He was grunting deeply, he wouldn’t last long Mike thought. Not that that mattered. He was here for volume not a good long fuck.

 

Sir had said he wanted Mike’s hole sloppy and used. It was how Mike would prove he’d really given himself over to Sir. That Mike was really committed to being Sir’s cumdump. Mike hadn’t realized just how used Sir had meant. He’s though Sir would have had him here in the bathhouse sling for a while, get Mike to take a couple anonymous cocks and then he would scoop up his new boy and take him away somewhere private to play with. That was not what had happened. Mike had lost count after the tenth cock slid inside him. He’s become just a hole then. His mind had drifted away and all that was left was a hole to be filled.

 

Sir watched from the corner as man after man took advantage of his new play thing. He’d had his doubts about the cocky college jock, but Mike was proving him wrong. The boy’s body was covered in sweat, his chest heaved as another man unloaded inside him. His stomach was covered in precum as it leaked from his semi hard cock. Sir had thought Mike would take maybe three cocks before he begged to be let up from the sling. Then Sir would have gotten him up, fucked his cummy hole one last time and then sent him on his way. Mike, however, had been in the sling for almost three hours, and had sixteen men cum inside him. If he made it through four more cocks Sir would let him up, take him home, and give him his reward. For right now, it was just a waiting game for Sir.

 

“Please, please breed me. I need more!” Mike begged as the seventeenth man pressed his cock into him. At first, he’d just been doing this because Sir asked him to. He would have done anything Sir asked him to do. After he’s lost count of how many men had fucked him, however, it had become about something else. With his wrists and ankles tied to the chains of the sling he couldn’t touch his own cock. It just lay on his stomach forgotten and leaking. His inability to bring himself to climax had kept him in a state of blind horniness. Now each load pumped into him was the reward. When a top came inside him it was like Mike came too. He got a new kind of orgasmic pleasure from taking loads. As another man came inside him Mike thought, this is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had from my cock.

 

Eighteen loads in, only two more and the boy would have proved himself. Sir’s cock was hard and drooling in his jock. The nervous boy who had showed up at his house two weeks prior, never having been with a man older than him, never having been fucked raw, or taken a load, was transforming into a cum hungry slut in front of his eyes.

 

For a moment the room was empty, just Mike in the sling and Sir leaning against the wall. “Please, Sir are you there? Please fuck me! I’m so horny. It feels so good! I need more! Please Sir! Someone fuck me!”

 

Someone… that desperate cry was music to Sir’s ears. He’d broken the boy, he didn’t care who bred him now, he just knew he needed more raw cock.

 

“Fuck me! Please! Someone use me cummy hole. Fill me up with your punk!”

 

Another man came around the corner. Young, twinky, the sort of guy you’d normally think was a bottom. He looked at Mike strapped to the sling and begging for more. He grinned, pulled his bulging jock to the side and whipped out a big fat “Skinny White Boy” dick. Sir grinned, its ways the ones you least expect. The twink stepped between Mike’s legs and gave the bottom what he was begging for. Nineteen loads.

 

Just as the twink was finishing a big bear walked into the room. “He’s all yours,” said the twink and the bear just growled. The bear wasted no time in slamming his cock right into Mike’s dripping hole. He fucked Mike like a rutting bull, using swing of the slings chains to slam the boy’s ass against his cock. Mike moaned and whimpered, begging the man to breed him. Sir smiled listening to his broken boy beg. This was not the same boy who’d hit messaged him on Scruff that Saturday.

 

 

“Hey! How’s it going,” Mike typed nervously. He’d never tried to hook up with anyone on an app before. Really most of his hookups had just been drunken accidents after parties, hurried make outs and blow jobs hoping they didn’t get caught. He’d only actually gone all the way with a guy three times. Always safe. He liked it. He wanted more of it, but he didn’t really know how to find guys to… well… he’d heard about these hook up apps so he thought, what the hell.

 

He wasn’t not out, guys on the soccer team knew, but he was still nervous showing his face on the app so he made a profile with several pictures of his shirtless torso, set his preferences to bottom and started scrolling.

 

The profile stood out to him immediately. A rough looking man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, a close-cropped beard, square handsome face, and what promised to be a strong hair covered body, profile name “SIR.” Mike had never really admitted it but that’s the sort of man who turned him on. Big burly men who looked like they could toss him around. Men old enough to be his father. Still, even though he watched guys like that in porn almost every time he jerked off, he’d never had a chance to act on that attraction. In a moment of bravery though Mike clicked on the Sir’s profile and messaged him.

 

“Got a face pic?” Came Sir’s reply. Mike paused for a moment, took a deep breath and sent him an uncropped version of his profiled photo showing his full face.

 

“Fuck you’re cute!”

 

“Thank you Sir. You’re really sexy.”
 

“Thanks boy.”

 

…boy… looking at the word sent a jolt through Mike. It made his dick hard.

 

“What you looking for on here boy?”

 

“Dunno… I just downloaded the app. Haven’t done much but I was horny and hoping for some fun.”

 

“This kinda fun?” Sir unlocked his album and Mike’s jaw hit the floor. He was presented with picture after picture of a big thick broad headed cock thrusting out from a thick nest of pubes. His mouth was watering. He’d never seen a cock like that. Immediately he knew he wanted to see it in person.

 

“That kind of fun exactly!” Mike unlocked his own album which contained a couple of mirror pictures of his ass.

 

“You’ve got a cute ass boy, and your profile says you’re a bottom. You think you can handle all this?”

 

“Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve only been fucked a few times, but I’d love to try.”

 

“I’ll be frank boy, I don’t usually play with inexperienced bottoms. I like boys who can take my cock and don’t complain, but if you’re serious about wanting it I’m willing to make an exception.”

 

“I want it!”

 

“Prove it. Be here in thirty minutes.” Sir sent an address.

 

Mike stared at it for a long minute, not sure what to do, but then his hormones got the better of him. “On my way!” he responded.

 

“See you soon,” said Sir, assuming the boy would flake and then block him.

 

Sir had been wrong though, twenty minutes later there was knock at his door, and there was Mike standing nervously on his porch. Maybe this one is special Sir thought as he opened the door.

[Westlonlad]

What an incredible start! Looking forward to reading more!

[drew4fun]

Fantastic!  Thank you newboy1689

[chainsmokerpig]

This is a great start .hot as fuck and written perfectly!

[Hottightass4u]

Looking forward to part 2.

[randyrawman]

love your writing! always gets my dick drooling.

[Str8convert]

What a hot opening to this story, fuck I love stories about corruption hehe.

[DNG999]

Fantastic start, you tell a good story

[ffabbian]

Great story and really relatable. 

[clickdude]

More please,SIR!

[cuzudo]

Fucking love this. 

Reminds me a lot of the first poz top to ever fuck me, he was bent on corrupting me and breaking me into a mere willing fuckhole. Loved to watch me take random dick.

[SubOhioBttm]

Damn great start! I hope you have more to add. 

[RawSubDad]

Nice so far. Are you planning to add to it?

[newboy1689]

Mike’s hands were sweating as he knocked on Sir’s door. What was he thinking going over to some strange man’s house? He’d never even asked the man his name. The man had called him boy and everything else had gone out of his mind. As soon as he’d sent “See you soon,” he’d called a car and dashed out of the house. The whole ride over he’d sat staring at Sir’s pics, imagining what that big blunt cock would feel like in his hand, in his mouth, in his hole. That last thought scared and excited him in equal measure. He’d never taken anything that big, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to even take the head if it was as big as it looked… but he wanted to.

 

Thought Mike wasn’t ready to admit it, the more sex he had, and the more porn he watched the more he dreamed of taking a big cock. In the quiet recesses of his erotic mind he imagined what it would feel like to be slowly worked open till his hole gaped wide and a thick cock slide deep inside him. He watched guys on the internet getting drilled by massive dicks, and secretly wished that was happening to him too.

 

Sometimes when he was really turned on after stroking his cock for hours he’d find himself watching some random man on twitter or some porno’s hole get hollowed out by a fat raw cock. He’d watch with a horrified fascination as the bottom’s hole grew to accommodate the invading shaft, becoming pink and puffy. Though he couldn’t admit it, even to himself, he loved seeing a hot load drip out of a guy’s spent hole. He’d cum almost immediately and then close the browser as quickly as he could, ashamed of where his lust had just taken him.

 

How would he feel after this, he wondered weakly, if jerking off made him feel guilty how would hooking up make him feel?

 

Sir opened the door in a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a black tank top. Mike’s mouth went dry. He was even more attractive in person than in the pictures. At just over six feet he towered over Mike, forcing the college jock to look up into his square handsome face. Mike hungrily took in the salt and pepper stubble; the thick mat of chest hair erupting up from the top of the tank top; the strong stout hairy forearms; and the tree trunk like fur covered legs. His eyes quickly honed in on the obvious bulge in Sir’s shorts. Involuntarily he licked his lips.

 

“Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to come inside and have some fun?” Sir said, his gruff voice light and teasing.

 

“Oh, um sorry!” Mike stammered, following Sir inside.

“No need to be sorry boy,” there was that word again, now spoken out loud. It sent a shiver down Mike’s spine. “It’s ok to be nervous. This is your first time meeting someone from an app?”

 

“Yeah… well… my first time even talking to someone on an app. I found your profile as soon as I downloaded it.”

 

“Really. That’s pretty ballzy.”

 

“I guess so… I… well… I guess I didn’t think much about it.”

 

“Well, don’t start over thinking things now boy.” He’d led Mike down a hall and around a corner to a door at the far end of the house. “You’ve got nothing to be scare of with me. I’m going to make you feel real good.” Sir reached forward and grabbed Mike by the small of his back, pulling him forward. Mike melted into the other man, letting himself be drawn forward till they were pressed together. Sir’s other hand came up to Mike’s chin and tilted his face up. It was like a bolt of electricity was shooting between them. Mike couldn’t look away. His gaze was locked on Sir’s eyes as their faces got closer and closer together. He took a shallow breath, and then Sir pressed his mouth to Mike’s.

 

Mike became putty in his hands almost instantly. He’d never felt stubble like Sir’s against his face. He loved it. He loved how rough it felt, completely unlike the facial hair of his peers. This was what it was like to kiss a real man. He opened his mouth and let Sir’s tongue slip past his lips. He let Sir guide him, relaxing into the older man’s touch.

 

Sir opened the door behind him, and still locked together, they tumbled into the back bedroom. He dragged the boy across the floor, never breaking their kiss. Finally he pushed Mike back against the bed, allowing their mouths to part at last. Mike looked up, now perched on the edge of the mattress at the beautiful Adonis before him.

 

“So this is your first time meeting up with a guy just for sex?”

 

“Yeah…” Mike replied sheepishly.

 

“Don’t be ashamed boy, we all start somewhere. Most of the time I like my boys a little more experienced but… I thought it might be fun to really break one in from the start.” As he said this he pulled his shirt off revealing his broad chest. His nipples stood out proud from the swirling hair on his chest, a silver barbell through both of them. Mike gulped. The guys he’d hooked up with in college were cute, but Sir was right out of his wet dreams.

 

“Now, this is just your first hook up right, not your first time? Though, at this point it doesn’t matter if it’s your first time or fiftieth, we both know this ends with me balls deep inside you, even if that takes the rest of the day.”

 

Mike’s eyes bugged out at that. “I’ve had sex with guys before… college guys… usually just guys I meet at parties. We make out, I blow them, sometimes they blow me…”

 

“Have you been fucked before boy?” Sir took a step forward so he was really looming over Mike.

 

“Yes! But only a few times.”

 

“Safe?”

 

“Yes, always!”

 

“Did you like it? Getting fucked by them?”

 

“Yeah… It felt good!”
 

“I sense some hesitation there boy…”

 

“No, its just… I always imagine its going to feel better than it does. But its still fucking hot, and I want to get fucked more. I want…”

 

“What boy?”

 

“Well… I’ve never taken anyone as big as… but I want… I’d love for you to fuck me.”

 

“Good boy, that’s what I like to hear: honesty. Like I said, we both know this doesn’t end till I’m balls deep inside you.”

 

“Yes Sir!” Mike responded almost instinctually.

 

“Good boy. Now, why don’t you strip off and show me that hot college jock body.”

 

Nervously Mike stood up. His hands shook as he pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it to the floor. Sir smiled wickedly taking in the boy’s toned growing body. Mike’s body was at that very specific and short-lived moment where all the softness of youth had melted away, but none of the harness of manhood had set in. His pecs were round and rim though not overly large. A small patch of hair grew between them, almost but not quite connecting to the wide triangular trail that covered most of his flat stomach and vanished into his waistband. The boy hesitated for a moment before hooking his thumbs into his shorts and pushing them to the ground so he was standing in front of Sir in just his underwear. Sir gave him an encouraging nod, noticing the already obvious wet spot forming at Mike’s crotch. Mike took a deep breath, and pulled down his boxer briefs. He was now completely naked, his hard cock sticking straight out in front of him, with a man he’d just met, who’s name he didn’t know.

 

“Fucking sexy boy.” Sir growled, closing the distance between them. “Hot fucking jock.” He pulled Mike into another frantic, frenetic kiss. “You’ll gonna look even cuter with my cock in your mouth though, why don’t you get on your knees for me boy?” It was phrased like a question, but it didn’t feel like that to Mike. It felt like a command, one he couldn’t help but obey. He dropped to his knees and looked up at Sir with big desperate eyes.

 

“Just take your time boy,” Sir said, before he pulled his bulging shorts down, “We’ve got all fucking day.” Sir’s cock hung, half hard, from a thick nest of pubes. Even only partly inflated it was a sight to behold. Uncut, and broad, with thick veins twisting around the shaft. As it hardened the foreskin quickly retracted exposing a fat, blunt looking mushroom head. With basically no taper it was as wide at the tip head as it was at the base of the shaft. It looked impossible, but Mike wanted it.

 

“Open your mouth boy,” Sir instructed. Mike obeyed instantly, hanging his jaw slack. Sir stepped forward and lightly rested his cockhead on Mike’s lips. “Just take the tip. Lick it. Get my taste in your mouth.”

 

Mike stuck out his tongue and lapped at Sir’s fat head. It tasted unlike any cock he’d ever sucked before. Salty, and musky, not for the last time that afternoon Mike thought “This is a real man’s cock.” He tried desperately to get more and more of Sir’s head into his mouth, swallowing as much as he could. As he did it continued to swell growing harder and thicker. He grabbed at Sir’s hips trying to get purchase to pull himself forward.

 

Though all his previous hookups had been hurried and drunken Mike knew he loved sucking cock. He quickly worked up a thick wet wads of spit as he gobbled down more and more of Sir’s shaft. His cheeks were stretched tight. His jaw started to hurt. Still he wanted Sir’s cock deeper down his throat.

 

Sir gave an appreciative growl and twisted one of his hands into Mike’s hair. He held the boy’s head in place and pushed his hips forward. He pressed more and more of his cock down Mike’s throat, holding him there till he couldn’t take it anymore and gagged hard. Sir pulled back, allowing Mike to gasp for air once before shoving his dick down the boy’s throat again. Over and over he fucked Mike’s throat, bringing him right to the point of gagging, before letting him up for air.

 

When Sir finally pushed Mike off of his cock, tossing him onto the bed, he was red faced, gasping for air, and covered in thick saliva.

 

“Holy shit boy,” Sir said, a wide smile on his face. “I was not expecting that.”

 

“I may not have been fucked much,” Mike said, wiping his chin, “but I love sucking cock.”

 

“And you’re fucking good at it. Shit.” Sir stroked his fat cock a few times, feeling Mike’s spit along the shaft. “Lay on your back with your head off the bed. Let’s see if you’re as good a cock sucker as you think you are. You cocky little fuck.”

 

“Yes Sir!” Mike responded. He liked calling this man Sir. It felt right. Though he’d never been instructed to it just seemed like the most obvious thing in the world. Mike spun around and lay on his back with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. He watched Sir, now towering above him, move over his head, and squat down. He opened his mouth. Sir’s dick slid easily past his lips, and to the back of his mouth. Mike took a deep breath through his nose, and swallowed. In one long thrust Sir sank almost half his cock into Mike’s willing throat. Mike fought off his gag reflex and tried to relax as Sir started to face fuck him.

 

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” Mike thought. “I feel so fucking sexy.” His cock was hard as a rock, and sticking straight up from his well trimmed pubes. Thick drops of precum leaked from the tip, dripping down into his pubes and making his balls slick.

 

“Oh yeah, good boy. Good fucking boy. Swallowing my fat daddy cock. I was right. You look so cute with my cocks stretching out those pretty lips. A cute little slut. That’s what you look like. A cute hungry cock sucking slut.” Sir growled as he drove his cock in and out of Mike’s mouth.

 

[newboy1689]

Mike coughed and spluttered, gasping for air, when Sir finally took his cock out of the boy’s throat. His eyes were red and watery, his entire face was covered in spit. Sweat covered his chest, and his stomach was covered in his own precum. Sir grinned. He’d managed in just under an hour to make this innocent college jock look like well-used faggot cocksucker. Looks were deceiving though, they boy maybe covered in sweat and spit with a sloppy grin on his face, but in his mind, he was still a good wholesome boy. If Sir was to really have fun with him he’d have to break him of that. He wondered, looking down at Mike’s cute smiling face, if he could. Could he break this boy? Could he take him from being basically a virgin to a real bottom boy? Could he make him into a cumdump? How far could he push this boy?

 

“Fuck boy,” he said, in a low growl, “You might just be a natural born cock sucker. You took that so well.”

 

“Thank you, Sir,” Mike gasped. He still hadn’t quite caught his breath.

 

“Flip over, and spin around. I think it’s time for you to show me that tight college boy hole.”

 

Mike’s heart thudded in his chest. He’d been so lost in trying to deep throat Sir’s cock he’d forgotten about Sir’s promise to get balls deep inside him before the day was over. He blinked a few times, stealing his nerve. Sir watched the wheels turning in the boy’s head, and gave his cock a little shake. That did it. Mike’s eyes darted to Sir’s spit slicked cock head and he immediately rolled over. He wanted Sir’s cock. He was scared, Sir could tell, but he wanted it all the same.

 

Sir grabbed Mike by the hips and pulled hip up so his chest was pressed into he mattress and his ass was sticking up in the air.

 

“Fuck,” Sir growled getting a good look at Mike’s ass for the first time. He gave the jock’s round, bouncy, furry cheek a light slap making the boy jump. “Fuck you’ve got a nice ass.”

 

“Thank you Sir!”

 

“Anyone ever eaten your hole before boy?”

 

“Only one guy, and just for a second…”

 

“Well then you’re in for a treat,” Sir said. He spread Mike’s cheeks wide with both hands exposing his tight pink pucker. Hair swirled around its perimeter, drawing Sir’s eye to it’s center. He smiled wickedly, licked his lips and dove in.

 

At first, he went slowly, flicking his tongue across Mike’s hole delicately. Mike whimpered at the alien sensation. Then he built up a little pace, dancing his tongue around the edges of the boy’s pucker, sucking occasionally on the flesh. He pushed his tongue hard against the tight sphincter, willing it to open for him. Mike moaned into the mattress. He’d never felt anything like this. The guy who’d eaten him out at school had really just spit on his hole a few times before giving up and getting a condom ready. It was nothing like this.

 

“Oh my God! Oh my God,” he panted over and over again, unable to process what was happening behind him.

 

Sir grunted his approval, never letting up the assault on Mike’s hole. He poked and prodded, dancing his tongue all over. He tickled the boys ring, slowly opening him up. He felt it, little by little Mike’s hole blossomed for him. Under his steady assault it was slowly transforming from the tight and alluring ass of a curious college jock to the warm wet hole of a willing bottom.

 

“That feels so good! Holy Shit! I’ve never… fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that! Oh my god!” Mike arched his back and pushed his ass into Sir’s face, willing his tongue to penetrate him deeper.

 

“I’ve got him,” Sir thought, as he felt Mike push back into him. “He’s getting hungry for it.”

 

“Feels good, doesn’t it boy,” he said out loud, rubbing his finger over the boy’s hole.

“Oh my god Sir! It feels so fucking good! Please! Please… don’t stop!”

 

Sir hawked a big wad of spit onto Mike’s hole and rubbed it in with his finger. He pushed at the center of Mike’s pucker feeling the weakened resistance. He pushed harder. Mike moaned. He spat onto the boy’s hole again, rubbing his finder back and forth. Mike’s hole was failing, little by little it was giving up the fight against Sir’s invading digit.

 

“Oh please Sir! Please!” Mike begged.

 

Sir sucked on his finger, getting its full length slick. He spat once more onto Mike’s hole and then slid his finger into the jock’s barely open hole. Mike gasped. He tried to pull away but Sir held him in place with his other hand.

 

“No, no boy, stay right there. That’s it. Stay right there. I’m going to open you up nice and slow. No need to panic. That’s it, take a deep breath. Very good. Any time you feel pressure, or like its too much take a deep breath, hold it for a moment and then let it out. All the tension in your body will just drift away. Drift away and you’ll open up for me.” Sir slowly took his finger out of Mike’s hole as he talked, and then just as slowly pushed it back in. “That’s it, open up for me. Good boy.”

 

Mike groaned. He loved hearing Sir call him a good boy. It sent electric shivers through him every time he heard it. He didn’t understand why but he wanted this man’s approval, and the longer he spent with him the more desperate he became for it.

 

“Please Sir! Open me up!”

 

“Good boy. Good boy. That’s it. Feel that? Feel how easy that’s getting. That’s your hole blossoming for me. Its opening up. It wants to be opened up.”

 

“Fuck! Please!”

 

Sir spat onto Mike’s hole again, bringing a second finger against his hole. He pushed. There was a moment of resistance. Sir watched Mike’s back rise and fall as he let out a deep breath, and felt the boy’s hole open. He slid a second finger into his hole. He twisted and pulled them, working the sides of Mike’s sphincter till it felt more relaxed around the base of his fingers. Then he added more spit and added a finger from the other hand too.

 

The boy was shaking when Sir managed to get two fingers from each hand inside him. He felt like he was being stretched wide, but he liked it. He liked feeling each of Sir’s fingers slide inside him. He liked the sense of achievement he got as each one finally breached his sphincter. It was like working out, each finger added was like finally going up a weight on a machine. The achievement sent endorphins coursing through him. He loved the feeling of accomplishment almost as much as he loved the physical sensation of having his hole spread wide.

 

“Good boy. Fuck! Look at this pretty fucking hole. Stretched wide around my four fingers. Feel that boy? Your tight little hole’s being spread wide around my fingers.”

 

“It feels so fucking good Sir! Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy fucking shit!”

 

“You like that boy don’t you boy? You like being spread wide by my fingers.”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Good boy, but if you think my fingers feel good… imagine how good my cock will feel. Sliding in and out of you, opening up your hole, stretching you out…”

 

“Fuck!”

 

“You want it, don’t you boy. You want to feel my big fucking daddy cock inside your tight little hole. You want to be stretched around my shaft. Don’t you.”

 

“Yes…” Mike panted.

 

“Yes what?”

 

“Yes Sir…”

 

“That’s the right answer most of the time… but this time… this time you have to say it. If you want my cock inside your hole. If you want to feel me stretching you out you have to say it.”

 

“Fuck…” Mike was breathless, his heart was pounding. He ground his ass back on Sir’s fingers, though for a second and said, “Please! Sir, I want you inside me! I want you to open me up! Stretch me out! Please Sir!”

 

“Good boy, flip over on your back. You’re going to watch me open you up for the first time.”

 

Sir gently slipped his fingers from Mike’s hole, and the boy flipped over on the bed. Almost instinctually Mike pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole once more to Sir. Sir grinned. He stepped up to the edge of the bed getting between Mike’s legs. He rubbed his cock on the boy’s hole, and then brought his hand to his mouth. He lobbed a big wad of spit into his palm. He smeared it all over his cock, wiping the excess on Mike’s quivering hole.

 

“Remember boy, deep breath and all the tension melts away. I’m about to open this hole up wide.” He pressed his cock head against Mike’s hole feeling the resistance.

 

“Wait… Sir… aren’t,” Mike faltered, “aren’t you going to use a condom?”

 

“I never do… besides your hole’s so tight that a condom would just break. No. If you want this cock you’re gonna take it raw.” He pushed again, making Mike squirm but refraining from entraining him yet.

 

Mike moaned. Sir’s cock teased his hole. He wanted it. Now that he was this close he couldn’t not. He wanted to be stretched around its wide shaft. He wanted to know what it was like. He wanted to make Sir happy. He swallowed hard.

 

“Please Sir… fuck me raw.”

 

“Good boy.” Sir spat one more time onto his shaft and leaned over Mike’s prone body. He pushed forward, a slow steady pressure, and Mike’s hole gave way.