The following is a work of erotic fiction. Although it is based on real life events, the content, names, and all details should be viewed as fictional and should only be read by readers 18 and over.

I was getting more and more nervous each minute. I kept looking down at my phone. The last text I got said, “Heading there now,” and just to see that had made my faggot heart leap out of my chest.

It had happened randomly, His profile had a picture of a mountain lake but I had been curious enough to say hi. The stats seemed nice: 6’2’’, muscular. Not much information.

When He responded to my first hello with, “Sup, faggot? , my jaw dropped. I was hoping He was Dom so I said, “How are You, Sir?”

“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?”

His response floored me. Something shuddered cold down my spine. This wasn’t just a role-play game. He reduced me to a complete cocksucking faggot, just like that. I got hungrier and more eager to please Him and be used in every way He wanted.

“You alone?” He messaged. I was! For the first fucking time in six weeks, I knew my roommates would be gone until 7.

“Give me your address. I’m coming over to give you some of this.”

He started to flood my box with pics of His cock. It was huge and veiny and thick. The girth was what made me drool and my fag nub quiver between my thighs, thinking of that power taking me, just destroying my hole.

As I got ready, He messaged, “You like worshipping Alpha gods like me?”

So fucking much! My tongue was salivating and I was drooling like I was in heat.

“We’ll see about that. Heading there now,” he wrote as I waited.

When the doorbell rang, I walked up wearing only a jock as he had told me to do. I also slipped on a black leather collar just before he arrived. I wasn’t sure if he would like this sign of ownership or if it was too much.

I was blown away by how much space He seemed to claim: His size, His stature, His presence. He walked in and already He was looking down on me in every way, sizing me up, degrading me just with His looks from His towering frame.

“Nice, faggot.” He eyed me like meat, and He was hungry. “Turn the fuck around.”

Something about His commanding voice was intimidating but I also felt secure at the same time. Obeying Him somehow felt really good. He walked over and grabbed my ass, not softly, but firmly like He owned it.

“Fuck yeah, faggot. Nice fuckin’ ass.”

I kept my head down as I tried to process how blown away I was by every word. I knew He would be Dom, but I had NO IDEA he was this much of a total Alpha. I kept my head lowered instinctually and thanked Him. 

“Where’s the bedroom, faggot?!” he asked/commanded and something inside me jolted to faggot attention. I realized this wasn’t going to be a game; this was the REAL fucking deal. He was going to be in complete control of me. In this moment, He owned me as He gripped my collar and I led Him back to my bedroom.

I knew my place with a Man like him. I could have never guessed waking up this morning that every ounce of training I’d ever received would be rushing to the forefront of my mind all at once. 

Do I keep my head down or is it disrespectful not to look Him in the eyes as an Alpha, I wondered. I could hardly think straight; the presence of all six foot, two inches of Him was closing in, hovering over me as we entered the bedroom.

I hadn’t had enough of a good look at every part of him and I kept moving my eyes to parts of His body when He wasn’t looking. He paused in the middle of my bedroom. My room had never felt so full.

I tried to muster up as much training as I could. I think I’m supposed to undress Him. I moved in to take off His shorts, pulling them down from the elastic waistband.

A smack came across my face. Not harsh, but it got my attention.

“Did you ask to remove my clothes?”

Dammit; permission! Why can I never remember to always ask for permission?

I reapproached with His encouragement and took His gym shorts off. His musk, his ridiculously Manly, athletic scent, had been strong since He had entered my house, but when His shorts came off, a whiff of real strong Alpha musk hit my nostrils, stronger than a deep hit of good poppers. I was paralyzed, and not by choice. Something was stunning me way beyond my power. I had hardly ever experienced this incredibly deep visceral vulnerability. It was more overpowering than any wet dream I could ever imagine or porn I had watched. THIS was the real thing. The smell of this Dominant Man had me hypnotized. When I saw the outline of His enormous cock through his jock, I felt my entire body become heavy and limp in awe but also straight up intimidation.

“You like the way I smell?”

I was way too obvious in my heavy breathing. I couldn’t hide how turned on I was. I confessed and He started to take off His shirt, revealing a muscular chest and chiseled abs. He balled up His shirt and wiped up the sweat from His workout on His washboard stomach. He chucked, almost laughing. Damn, it was exactly what my faggot heart wanted. I knew because it was thumping loudly through my head as the wadded clothes fell down my chest. 

“Take a good whiff. There’s a lot more where that came from.”

He started flexing His biceps. It was mesmerizing. Each arm was sculpted and veiny. My eyes popped back and forth, thinking of gluing my tongue to them. He motioned to lift my hands and placed them on His pecs first before he ran them down His abs. Rock hard, Jesus Christ! I had full permission, and I knew He wanted me to be an indulgent piggy, so I did. I ran my fingers across each curve and line, whimpering, feeling how concrete His muscles were, pressing my fingers lightly in, squeezing just a little. This was faggot heaven. It was all I could do to keep from lunging forward and suctioning my entire mouth to his stomach. Permission.

“What’s going through your faggot mind?”

I asked if I could lick Him. 

“Where?” The reply was curt, so I started rambling body parts; all of the body parts. Everywhere, every inch. I started almost grotesquely smacking on His abs with my lips.

“Slow the fuck down.” He was becoming annoyed. “I know you’re a faggot, but have some self control.”

As He said it, He pushed His foot into my chest and forced me to my back with a hard fast pin, taking the wind out of me and knocking me back into the moment.

“Start with this.” He lifted a big size 12 foot towards my head and planted it smack in the middle of my face. What a stench, like he hadn’t used socks and had been running laps. My eyes rolled back into my head; it was an aphrodisiac. I was turned on by how casually He was doing all this, like it was no big deal for Him to completely dominate me. I started licking, embracing the grungy taste, feel, and smell of His feet which were quickly becoming the smell of my face and taste of my mouth. Every part of me was now turned on wildly, my true pig-bitch-self taking over. I slobbered, licked, cleaned, and moaned loudly every second, letting Him know what bliss I was in as I lapped between His toes. I wanted to show Him how good my tongue was, so I just started taking big licks along the sole of his foot like a paint brush, the funky smell overpowering me.

When He was satisfied with my attention to both feet, he put me back on my knees.

“Before we go any further, you’ve got to prove yourself to me.”

He grabbed the side of His jock, slowly pulled out His big cock, and held it in His hand. I cursed, gasping. It looked even bigger than it had seemed hidden behind His jock. He was already leaking precum. He pinched His fingers together to scoop up a glob, playing with it. He was making fun of me, saying how ALL faggots wanted His cock, that it wasn’t anything He hadn’t heard before, but I was too fixated to fully listen as I zeroed in on his precum. I wanted to taste it so badly, I was salivating.

“Open your mouth,” He coaxed, and stuck His fingers in like He was fingering a fag hole. He stepped in closer and started running His fingers along my tongue. I moaned with pleasure, licking the sweet salty precum from His fingers. It tasted amazing; musky in the best way, but milky sweet and flavorful. ALPHA precum.

I wanted to taste more and felt Him pressing further and further back until, before I knew it, I gagged. I didn’t mean to, it just happened, but I knew it was bad.

“That’s the best you can do?”

As His fingers left my mouth, I sucked and licked as hard as I could to make up for it. He flicked His fingers on my face.

“Oh, you like spit, faggot?” He asked and I shook my head vigorously. 

“So much!!” He held my head back and stepped in close, moving His jaw around. I could see Him forming a huge glob of spit in His mouth. I opened wider. He held my head even further back, almost to an uncomfortable point where my arms started flailing, and slowly drizzled a mixture of spit, phlegm, and snot into my mouth. Most of it went straight down my throat, but He purposefully moved His head around so that some of it landed on my face. I guzzled His wad. I was so overcome by the feeling and desire to please Him in every way. I had that deep faggot feeling of hating and loving every second of this so much. 

“We’re just getting started,” He said, stepping back and placing His cock in His hand. “Time to see if you’re worthy of calling yourself a cocksucker. Open your mouth. Wide!”

The sharpness of the last command sent a lightning jolt through my body and I cranked my jaw open as wide as I could.

He moved in and settled the head of His cock in my mouth, right on my tongue so I could get used to how big and wide just the tip of His cock was. He inched in a bit more and my eyebrows started pinching together. I wondered if He was just going to plow through and head straight for my gag reflex again, but He made me lick just His piss slit to start with. I felt more prepared for that and licked it, moaning and drooling, slobbering while my head spun. All I could think of was to lick, to suck, to be a fucking faggot for Him, letting Him take my mouth over. He pulled His dripping cock out and slapped it in His hand a few times.

“You want this cock?” More than I had ever wanted anything before! “Then open wide.”

This time He was less polite. He brought a hand to the back of my head as He started sliding His cock in my mouth as though He knew exactly what I was going to do. His cock started taking up more space and even though my mouth grew wider, as His cock moved towards my throat, I started wiggling; the inevitable kind of eager squirm that comes from really being dominated.

He held my head and moved in closer. I could feel He wanted to test how deeply He could fuck my mouth, but like a hunter teases its prey before the kill, I also sensed He wanted to enjoy every second.

“This is all you’re getting for now.”

He held a big meaty fat part of His cock right in the center of my mouth and I milked it, bobbing my head a little back and forth so I didn’t take more than I was allowed. 

I was so into the moment that I lost focus for a split second and I felt my teeth just gently touch His cock. He whipped His dick out and sent the palm of His hand hard across my face.

“What the fuck was that, bitch? Teeth?” I could tell He was really mad. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

I had never felt more humiliated, not only because I had bragged (lied) that I was very experienced at deep-throating cock, but now something inside of me craved deeply His approval as a Handler. I looked down to the ground, the beginnings of tears welling up. I felt so embarrassed. I started saying sorry over and over again and that it would never 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.”

I was shaking, not only from knowing He meant it, but more from the thought of not being worthy to serve Him. I wanted His cock now more than anything. I started begging for Him to please let me suck His cock again. I wanted it on a level I couldn’t understand fully. No, not wanted; I needed it.

I had an idea: poppers. They had always loosened me up as a bitch and made me easier to use.

“Sir, can I please have a whiff of poppers before I suck You?” I knew it was a gamble. Some Doms hated them and He might be offended or say “that’s not my thing.” Instead, it was just the opposite. 

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

I ran over to my bedside and shook up the bottle as I knelt down in front of Him. He told me to take a really big rip once in each nostril. He really wanted to fuck me up for a second. I inhaled until I couldn’t any more. He snatched the bottle and started huffing deeply Himself while moving in so His cock was dripping precum on my face. In a matter of seconds, the rush started moving to my head. I sometimes thought of poppers like Popeye’s spinach: some alien power that takes over me.

As He moved in, I began funneling his cock down my mouth with my tongue, as though my lips, mouth, and throat knew exactly what a gift this was, and what to do with it. It became so primal, so instinctual, I just let it go.

His cock was moving deeper down my mouth with ease, but He didn’t seem ready for me to take all of it. He pulled out. I was so hungry I lurched right back on His cock and He quickly and forcefully backhanded me, this time leaving a ringing in my ears. Permission!!!

He asked who was in charge, and I yelled back dutifully that HE was. He said not to forget it and just like that, He grabbed my head and forced His cock deeper than He’d gone yet.

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

I pulled slightly away from sucking to squeal, “Yes, Sir. Can I please have another hit of poppers first?”

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

I reached for the bottle. This time He had me take an even bigger rip. He wanted me really gooned out, He said. I hit deeper than I think I ever had, and He followed right behind.

His cock started moving into my mouth and headed straight for my throat; no stopping now. His power over me coursed through my body. My heart was in my head as He lifted my hands to grip His rock solid ass, feeling it flex with every thrust into my eager mouth. I held on tight as he explored my throat deeper, taking more and more of Him inside me. He started by pounding my face, thrusting quickly in and out, before switching positions to get a more direct hit to the back of my throat. Coordinating His cock, legs, and hands, He gripped and found a spot near the back of my throat and just started in at it, jackhammer-style, with rapid fire hits. I was a fuck-toy for HIM to pleasure Himself with, and that reality was crashing in with every jolt of His pelvis into my face. I gave in, wondering if it was the poppers making my eyes roll into the back of my head or if it was the smell of His feet still in my nostrils. All I could think about was guzzling His cum. He relentlessly plowed the back spot of my throat until I couldn’t physically handle it anymore, and struggled to pull away. He wouldn’t let me at first, but finally allowed me up for air. 

“Fuck,” I panted, falling back against the bed, burning faggot heat in my eyes. “Can I please have Your load, Sir?”

“You think you deserve this load?”

“Yes, Sir, please! I want it so bad.”

He gestured to the poppers and I quickly obeyed by taking another big rip for Him. He followed quicker this time, and W/we began to feel the rush together.

He pushed His cock straight through my mouth to my throat, and this time His thrusts were much bigger. He was grunting, groaning, holding my head and pushing His hips into me.

“You want that load faggot? Fucking take it!”

His hips moved faster and faster. His intensity was growing. I knew what was coming. He gripped the back of my head hard and I heard Him start grunting, heaving, choking me with His cock. He forced it down my throat, ramming aggressively. I started to feel hot cummy globs hit the back of my mouth and slide down my throat. I savored each drop as I felt it coating my throat, leaving salty cream down on the back of my tongue. There was so fucking much! Glob after glob kept cumming as He grunted and thrust. I chugged with my throat muscle to down it all. I had never had to do that before but the back of my mouth was so full of His thick jizz.  Finally, He gave a deep long sigh. He fell forward onto the bed with His cock in my mouth. Holy shit! He was still rock hard. I couldn’t stop sucking. I had never felt this way. I never wanted to take His cock out. My mouth would feel empty, so I kept nursing and sucking and sucking. All I could think was: I’m the luckiest faggot in the world.

To Be Continued…

“He Said: An Alpha’s Perspective” (Part 1)