The following is a work of erotic fiction. The content, names, and all details should be viewed as fictional and should only be read by readers 18 and over.

Nothing gets the endorphins rushing and the libido surging like a good workout. I hopped on the apps after the gym and didn’t have to wait long before I got my first hit. It was from a guy I had briefly talked to on a different app, but that conversation never went anywhere beyond chatting. Despite what his profile said on this app, I remembered exactly what he wanted; what he needed.

“Sup, faggot?”, I messaged.

“How are you, Sir?” The fact that he called me “Sir” was all I needed to confirm what I already knew.

“Good, fag, but I’ll be great after you take my cock all the way deep down your throat. Think you’re up to the task, cocksucker?”’

“Yes, Sir.”

“You alone?”

“Yes, Sir.”

‘“Give me your address. I’m coming over to give you some of this,” and I sent him some of my cock pics to see if he recognized me. 

If he did, he didn’t mention it when he replied, “Fuuuuuck, Sir. That’s an amazing cock. I want to worship it.”

“You like worshipping Alphas gods like me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll see about that. Heading there now. Be in a jockstrap or I’m leaving.”

I didn’t bother showering; I just headed over to his place. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far from the gym. I parked, walked to the door, and rang the bell. The door opened and he stood there in a jockstrap, just as I had told him to. I walked in, closed the door behind me, and inspected him. He had a short mohawk like all the hipster fags sport; good for gripping. His smooth body showed off his nice build; not overly muscular, but more muscular and solid than he looked in his pics. His trimmed goatee would be feeling great on my balls. The addition of a black leather collar around his neck was a welcomed addition and a clear sign he knew his place. 

“Nice, faggot. Turn the fuck around.” I told him. I wanted to see if his ass was as good in real life as I had hoped. He turned as ordered and I was presented with a nice round ass, perfectly framed by his jockstrap. I walked behind him and palmed his cheeks in my hands. They were firm but not bony. “I can work with this,” I thought to myself.

“Fuck yeah faggot, nice fuckin’ ass.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he said, keeping his head down.

“Where’s the bedroom, faggot?” I asked, as more of a statement than a question.

“This way, Sir,” he said as he led me down the hall.

I gripped his collar from behind and gave a tug, reminding him of the power dynamic. He stopped and I pushed my crotch into his ass. He gave a twitch and I knew he could feel my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. I gave a couple slow grinds into his ass to get a good feel before I gave him a push forward for him to continue.

---

After we entered the bedroom, he turned around to face me, keeping his head lowered, but sneaking glimpses at me. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. He dropped to his knees and immediately grabbed for my shorts to pull them down. I smacked him lightly across the face to get his attention. He looked stunned.

“Did you ask to remove my clothes?”

“Umm…no, Sir,” he replied, timid and nervous.

“If you want something, ask for it, and I’ll tell you if you can or cannot. Understand?”

“Sir, yes, Sir! Understood!”

“Yes. Now you can,” I said after a pause, motioning for him to approach again and remove my shorts.

As I lifted my leg to step out of the shorts, I steadied myself by holding on to his head. I could feel him inhale my scent as his nose neared my crotch.

“You like the way I smell?” I asked after he had fully removed my shorts.

“So much, Sir. It’s fucking incredible.”

I lifted my sweaty T-shirt and removed it in one fluid motion. I spun it into a ball on my fist, and wiped it over my sweaty body before shoving it into his face.

“Take a good whiff. There’s a lot more where that came from.” I tossed the shirt over to where I had kicked off my shoes.

I stood before him in my jockstrap, just like him. Only difference was I actually filled mine out.

He looked up from the floor, eyes wide like a deer who cannot run, and like the hunter I am, I locked eyes with him, challenging him to blink if he dared.

I moved my arms in front of me, and with one slow but deliberate motion, popped a double bicep flex, never looking away from him.

I saw his eyes slowly grow wider and bigger.

“Put your hand up,” I commanded.

He reached up and I grabbed him by the wrist, pressing his hand to my chest and letting him feel my pecs as I traced it down my abs before resting it on the top of the strap of my jock.

“Tell me what’s going through your little faggot brain.”

“Sir…can I…lick them…?” he asked hesitantly.

“Lick what, fag? I’m not a fucking mind reader, and there’s a lot here for you to lick.”

“All of it! Fuuuck, Your abs…can I lick Your pecs Sir? Your pits please, Sir? Your feet, Sir? Your…” he rambled as he leaned forward to lick the creases between my abs.

“Slow the fuck down. I know you’re a faggot, but have some fucking self control,” I said, as I pushed him back with one of my size 12 feet until he was on his back. “How about you start here and we can think about moving up. Clean my foot, bitch.”

I pressed my right foot onto his face and rubbed it around.

“Oh fuuuuck, Sir. Damn, absolutely, Sir!” he blurted between licks.

As he went to work, all I could think about was how I had just come from working out and hadn’t worn any socks. I knew my feet and toes were gunked with sweat, but he licked and sucked at my foot like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

“And the other one,” I said, switching feet.

Again he serviced my foot with dedication. When I felt they were clean, I rubbed my feet along his chest, wiping his saliva off of them.

I snapped my fingers, and he returned to his kneeling position in front of me.

“Before you get any more of what you want, you’ve got to prove yourself to me.”

I pulled my jockstrap to the side and let my cock flop out.

“Jesus fuck Christ, Sir. That’s fucking huge.”

“That’s not going to be a problem, will it?” I teased.

“No, Sir! Please, I want it.”

“All faggots want my cock. Nothing I haven’t heard before,” I said, gripping my cock like a tube of toothpaste, squeezing out a big drop of precum. I wiped it onto two of my fingers and moved them towards his mouth. “Open up.”

Instinctually, his mouth fell open wide and his eyes looked up with instant longing for every last drop of what was being offered. He closed his lips around my fingers, moaning like he was entering faggot heaven. He began to suck on them, licking between each, sliding them slowly down towards his throat, attentively slobbering and drooling a little on purpose to show he was a grateful pig, giving me a hint of what his mouth could do. I pushed my fingers down deep enough to see if he had a gag reflex.  Instantly he choked. I saw panic in his eyes and felt saliva lurch from the back of his throat. Just as I thought: I’d have to remove his gag reflex for him.  

“That’s the best you can do?” I laughed, keeping my fingers in his mouth, teasing his tonsils. “I thought you said you were an experienced cocksucker.”

I pulled my fingers out slowly for him to reply. I could feel him return to licking like a hungry faggot as my fingers exited his mouth. Then, at the last second, I flicked them onto his face, drenching his face with the same spit that would be coating the base of my cock shortly.

“Oh, you like spit, faggot?” I challenged him.

“Sir, so much from an Alpha Dom like You. Yes, Sir.”

I grabbed him by his hair, putting that mohawk to use, tilting his head back.

“Open your mouth,” I said, gathering a big blob of spit before hocking a faggot’s kiss into his opened mouth. Most of it hit its target, but some splattered on his face and in his beard, giving me a good image of what my cum would look like there in its place. He winced but not much, and as soon as it hit, he closed his mouth to savor my saliva. I could see it in his eyes that he was a grateful faggot.

“Thank You, Sir.”

“We’re just getting started. Time to see if you’re worthy of calling yourself a ‘cocksucker’. Open your mouth; wide.”

He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I could see the eagerness in his eyes as I stepped forward and placed the head of my cock on his tongue. His breathing became heavier as I held my cock right there on the tip. I inched deeper, barely, to see his reaction. His eyebrows wrinkled together, anticipating the full size of my shaft making its way down his throat. I gripped my cock again, and bounced it on his tongue. I could see my precum mix with his saliva, forming globs of flavor that is like catnip to a faggot.

“Don’t worry,” I said mockingly. “I know what you want, but for right now, lick my piss slit. Savor my precum. You want to show appreciation? Moan when you taste it.” He started licking my slit, and began to whimper and moan, a little timid at first, but then his hunger came out. He lapped up eagerly, aware he was being controlled every second, on task but trying to show how much of a piggy faggot he could be. As he gorged on my precum, his moans became deeper. I could feel his hunger building, but I was enjoying taking my time.

I pulled away and whacked my cock hard into my hands a few times. He looked like a dog who just had their favorite bone taken away from them, but I didn’t give a fuck.

“You want this cock?”

“So fucking much, Sir!”

I slapped him across the face with it to tease him. “Then open up.”

He again opened his mouth wide and I slid my cock in halfway. I placed my hand on the back of his head this time, anticipating a slight pull away. He flinched, but I pushed him right back onto it. I felt him struggle to begin making room for the full size of my cock, but I was still barely past the tip. I waited for his breathing to calm down and again he started to groan deeply. I felt his faggot tongue moving around my shaft while he moaned, hungry for every inch.

“Suck what’s in your mouth, and suck it good. I’m not giving you more until you can prove you can handle it.”

I could feel my cock getting bigger in his mouth as he tried to accommodate for its size. I knew he was struggling, but when I felt my cock graze his teeth, I immediately pulled out and smacked him across the face with the palm of my hand.

“What the fuck was that, bitch? Teeth? Are you fucking serious right now?”

He lowered his eyes to my feet. “Shit, Sir, sorry. I didn’t mean to. That WON’T happen again.”

“You’re fucking right it won’t, because if it does, I’m beating your ass and telling everyone to avoid you ‘cuz you can’t suck dick.”

He nodded his head a few times to emphasize that he understood the punishment if he failed again. He was shaking slightly with nerves. I knew he’d never had it this real before, but I could see that deep, deep hunger in his eyes, getting exactly what he’s always wanted.

“Sir, can I please suck Your cock again?”

“Last chance, faggot. I’ve been nice up to now.” I grabbed him by his collar and dragged him over to the bed, his back against the frame. “Learn fast or get your ass beat.”  

“Yes, Sir!” he piped back. “Sir, can I please have a whiff of poppers before I suck You? It just puts me in total bitch mode. Sir, I’ll open my throat fuckin wide as possible for You, Sir.”

I liked that idea a lot, not only because it would make him a complete pig for what I wanted to do with him, but I wanted a few hits myself now, to really let the beast out and see if this faggot could prove himself.

---

“You’ve had poppers this whole time and haven’t offered me any? Go get ‘em. Now.”

He quickly went to his nightstand and grabbed a small bottle out of the drawer. He shook them furiously as he returned to his place at the bed, cracked them open, and began to huff.

“Huff until I say stop. I need to make sure you’re properly gooned.”

I had him take a long 10 second rip in each nostril.

“Give me those and suck my cock.” I snatched them out of his hand and placed my cock near enough for him to do his thing. I felt him take my cock into his mouth as I shook the bottle. I barely got started taking my first huff before I noticed a remarkable difference in his approach. He was consuming my cock now, the back of his mouth and throat vacuum sucking my cock in deeper and deeper. His center of gravity moved in towards my crotch and he lifted his hands from the ground and instinctively grabbed the backs of my legs to suck even more, even harder, even deeper. I reached back and lifted his hands to my ass so he could feel my glutes flex with every thrust.

I wasn’t ready to let him enjoy that much of me that quickly. so as my rush began to hit, I put my hand to his forehead and held him a steady pace back, riding out the moment, holding him just there on the brink of taking me in completely, enjoying controlling him every step.

He leaned forward to take my cock back into his mouth without any thought, so I backhanded him before slamming his head back against the bed.

“Who’s in charge here?”

“Fuuck, YOU are, Sir!”

The rush had fully hit me, so I slammed my cock back into his mouth and told him, “Don’t you forget it, faggot.”

I fucked his mouth with a faster but steady pace now, starting to enjoy his mouth opening to accept me better. 

“That’s how you do it. Turns out all you needed were some poppers to be finally decent. You think you’re ready to deep throat the whole thing?”

He started shaking his head yes and moving his body in excitement. He drew his mouth away from my cock and looked up. 

“Yes, Sir. Can I please have another hit of poppers first?”

“Duh, faggot. I’m not taking any chances with your teeth again.”

I handed him the bottle and made him take another ten second hit in each nostril. “I’ll feed you my cock when I’m ready, understand?” He nodded and I let him suck on just the head of my dick as I took my own deep hits.

I could feel in his mouth when his rush started, so I let him take my cock in slowly so his gooned up faggot brain could truly appreciate every inch of my cock. By the time my own rush hit, I was almost balls deep with just the faintest struggle. I could feel the rush surging through my whole body and I gave in to it. I leaned down to the bed, grabbed him by the back of his head, and in one deliberate thrust, plunged every inch of my cock down his throat until I could feel my balls against his beard. I held it there until I could feel him begin to need air. I pulled out completely, let him catch his breath, then began the real skull fucking.

“Fuck that feels good,” I moaned as I fucked his mouth.  My only thoughts rushed towards the pleasure coming from my cock. For a moment, the faggot became no more than a human  FleshLight™. I moved into a gradual but aggressive rhythm and felt his mouth and throat fall into a synchronic glide with my rut.

---

Wet saliva dribbled out of his mouth. The sounds of him slobbering on my cock only added to my bliss and I pumped harder. Finally, I had moved beyond his initial resistance and I could feel his body and mind as much as his mouth giving themselves over to me, letting me grip, hold, and fuck just how I like to do it. He was a fuck toy now. My fuck toy. I felt his body go slightly limp. I moved in closer and started thrusting faster and harder. His struggle was now replaced by his moans, louder and more guttural, but his body was obeying every thrust I gave. I switched my position on the bed so I could hold the back of his head better and plowed in deep: direct hit. I could feel past his tonsils and he moaned loudly. I stayed there and just grinded my hips, never taking my cock out of his mouth, just tapping the back of his throat over and over again with rapid-fire pulses. I could tell he was nearing his limit of how long he could take that, but the poppers had awakened the animal in me and I wanted more and more; to see how long I could stay right in that spot before he’d pull away, gasping desperately for air.

He lasted longer than I had thought, and even though I could feel his body start to react from a lack of oxygen, he never tried to pull away. I finally had to be the one to back up and pull my dick out of his mouth.

He gasped for air, before letting out a gasping  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

He fell back, panting heavily, “Fuck, Sir, can I please have Your load? Please, Sir?!” I could see the poppers had unleashed his animal too.

“You think you deserve this load?”

“Yes, Sir, please. I want it so bad.”

I didn’t need more of a cue. We both hit the poppers again before I barreled the head of my cock past his lips, fucking his face as deep and as hard as I could. I could feel his rush hit the same time as mine, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You want that load? Fucking take it!”

I grabbed the back of his head and thrust in as deep as I could go. Feeling the back of his throat rub against the head of my cock was enough to push me over the edge and I started to cum.

My eyes rolled back, poppers rushing through my body along with the flood of released endorphins, muscles flexing in orgasmic spasms. I could hear myself release with a primal roar of satisfaction that would soon become grunts as I caught my breath.

I leaned forward and collapsed onto the bed, my cock still in his mouth as he nursed every last drop of my load out. All I could think was: It’s good to be the king.

end of part one.