When his mother came home, she went straight to Chris’s room. She found him inside and sat down on his bed.
“Chris I know you are unhappy with Hassan, but what you are doing here is both unethical and illegal.”
“What!” Not expecting this turn of events, Chris was in shock.
“Taking a video of Hassan while he had sex with other people is illegal in most respects,” Emma told Chris.
“But Hassan is having sex with other people in your house. One of them was even a guy. Aren’t you even a bit upset?” Chris was bewildered.
“Look, Chris, I thought I told you Hassan and I, are in an open relationship,” Emma stated.
“But…”
“Well Hassan is free to do what he wants, and I am too.”
“But why him?”
“Well, he is my personal trainer and he had confided to me that he was having trouble with his rental especially since Cali’s rent is really expensive. So, naturally, I thought why not? He was hot and I have an open room.”
“Mom.”
“Okay, whatever, what you have done is very wrong. I am not free now as I am about to catch a plane to Hawaii in three hours. But once I am back next week, I will help you get an apartment next to your campus. Clearly, it will be best for all of us.” Emma said as she caressed her son's face sweetly.
“No, please Mom, don’t kick me out,” Chris whined. Sadly, Emma had none of it and quickly dashed out of her home, into her car and drove to the airport to catch her plane.
That night, Chris doesn’t know what to do or feel. Perhaps it would be best for him to move out? He does not know. But before he does, Chris decides to do something. He dressed himself in his lacy feminine lingerie. A white lacy teddy, a lacy white thigh high and a white lacy choker with a bell and a leash. Chris covered himself in a bathrobe and walked up to his mom and Hassan’s room.
Chris opened the door to see Hassan on his bed asleep. Hassan woke up and asked Chris, “Why are you here boy? Are you here to ask me to talk to your mom about you moving out? Sorry, you know I don’t usually intervene between you and your mom…”
Before Hassan could finish, Chris opened his bathrobe, revealing the feminine outfit he was wearing. Hassan only in his boxer, began to grin with a perverted twist. Chris can see that Hassan is the usual sex addict he is. Hassan was excited and his erection was visible.
“So, this is what’s been going on this whole time.” Hassan grinned devilishly as he rose from the bed. He walked towards Christian. Standing at 190cm (6 feet 3) Hassan was a giant compared to the small 165cm (5 feet 4) Christian. “So, you were angry and behaving like a brat to get Daddy Hassan’s attention is that right?” Hassan chuckled with his full beard.
Chris did not respond and instead lowered his head.
“You naughty little slut! Now let Daddy Hassan tell you what. I will tell your mom to let you stay if you agree to be my submissive whore.”
“What do you mean…?” Before Chris could say anything he was slapped in the face.
“First rule of a submissive, is never speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Chris said.
Hassan slaps him again. “Second rule, you are only to address me as either “Sir” or “Daddy” take your pick.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Hassan chuckled as he sat on his bed. Spreading his legs apart and taking off his boxer, he reveals a huge erect cock ready to be serviced.
“Third rule, you must make sure to serve daddy whenever daddy wants you to. Do you understand? You coming to Daddy's room in that slutty lingerie had made Daddy so horny and you have to deal with it. Get ready to serve your daddy.”
With that Christ knelt and began sucking on Hassan’s huge cock. Hassan took his leash and took out his phone and began taking photos of Christ sucking his cock. “Now don’t you dare tell your mom about this, or I’m gonna show her what a slut you are. Understand me!”
“Yes… Daddy.” Christ struggled as he tried to put Hassan'sn huge cock in his mouth.
Chris did as he should and opened his mouth. Not even half of Hassan’s cock made it into his mouth before he gagged. Impatient, Hassan grabbed Christ by his hair and proceeded to push his huge cock down his delicate throat. Push and pull, Hassan is now face fucking Chris like a little fucktoy. It was only when Chris's face turned red, his eyes teared up and his hands struggled to pull away from Hassan, that Hassan released his grip to allow the submissive a breather.
“I thought you want it?” Hassan chuckled. "If you don't want it we can stop right now, and I wouldn't tell your mom about this."
Does he want this? Chris asked himself while looking up to Hassan As much as he hated Hassan, something was appealing about the Arabian stallion. Hassan's muscles, his beard and that 10-inch cock are simply irresistible. Even when Hassan is just standing there, his body just radiates domination and control. More importantly, within Christ, this uncontrollable incubus is struggling to burst out and lose control.
Not getting an answer, Hassan tried to pull Chris up by pulling both his arms. "Now stand up and go back to your room to get a good rest and forget this ever happened."
Dazed, Chris followed the instructions. But just as he was about to walk out of Hassan's room. His mind snapped, and Chris had made a decision. "Daddy please..."
"Huh?"
"Daddy please...don't throw me away." With tears flowing, Chris ran towards Hassan and knelt at the feet of his daddy.
"Please I want to be your bitch daddy." Chris had abandoned all his pride and self-respect at this moment in time. "Please make me your whore like my mom and the other people. I was so jealous of them. Jealous because they are so lucky to have Daddy fucking them. I was being difficult because I was jealous of Mommy, I was angry at Daddy for not fucking me, I want Daddy's attention, I want Daddy to fuck me too!" Chris cried.
"I'm so sorry daddy. I was a dumb brat. Please make me your bitch Daddy. Please slap me, choke me, pulled my hair, tear away my panties and fuck me like you fuck Mommy!" Chris pleaded with Hassan.
"Well, I didn't know you were so desperate for Daddy's attention." Hassan chuckled at how pathetic Chris was at his feet, he had seen so many submissives like Chris before, and in the end, no matter how tough they act, they all are the same. Desperate to be fucked by an alpha god like him. Bemused, Hassan petted Chris's head consoling the hurt young man.
However, all of a sudden, Hassan grabbed Chris by his hair and picked Chris up to his eye level.
"So, it seems to me you do want Daddy cock after all, huh?"
"Alright then repeat to me what are my rules if you want to be my submissive., Hassan asked.
"Rule number one, I must... only speak when spoken to." In pain, Chris struggled to word his sentence.
"Next." Hassan spit on his face.
"Rule number two, I need to call you 'daddy' when no one is around."
"Good boy." Hassan slapped Chris on the face gently. "Rule number three, I must service daddy whenever daddy wants to be serviced."
"Good! Now add a third one: you must keep your hair long, long enough for Daddy to get it easily understood! " Hassan commanded.
"Yes, Daddy!" Chris whimpered.
"Now on your knees and start sucking."
Without saying a word, Chris dropped to his knees. Hassan's huge hard cock is right in front of Chris's mouth. It's a 10 inches monster, bigger than most pornstars cocks. Its head is bulged like it is an oversized grapefruit. Chris slowly licked it. The musky and earthy smell of the cock was driving Chris insane. Chris then slowly place the huge cock into his mouth, not without it being slightly covered in saliva first. Slowly bobbing his head, Chris started licking and sucking the huge monster in front of his mouth. Hassan can feel Chris's tongue on the tip of his hard rod of flesh. As a tease, Hassan grabbed Chris by his hair again and pushed his face into his crotch. Hassan tightly squeezed Chris to his crotch, Chris's face had turned red and started to mumble, but this time he did not struggle. Bemused, Hassan pulled him out from his crotch. Hassan watches the young man struggling to grasp air while a mix of Chris' saliva and Hassan's precum drips from Chris's face.
“Good boy,” Hassan said with a smile while giving Chris a gentle slap on his face.
Chris groaned at the praise by putting the man’s cock back in his mouth. He sucked as much of Hassan’s cock into his mouth as he could. His tongue swirled around the thick meat, and he could taste precum leaking from the tip. Chris lapped at the salty juice like it was the only water on earth. He wanted to show Hassan just how capable he was at pleasing him. To the point where Chris wanted to be more enticing than his mother.
Again Hassan violently pushed Christ’s head down, and soon Hassan had lost control and begun to use Chris like a rag his mouth up and down. Suddenly, Hassan’s cock tensed up and his cum flooded Chris’s mouth. Instead of releasing his hand, Hassan pushes Chris deep down to his groin and only releases when Chris begins to spasm, struggle and slap Hassan’s body. Once released, Chris with his cum filled throat was gasping for air before suddenly Hassan pulled Chris up again by his hair. Then Hassan throws Chris to his bed.
“You ready for daddy?” Hassan grinned at Christ on his bed. Chris was wearing the white lace teddy which had become a cum-stained mess with his cock pressing tightly on the fabric of his lingerie.
Chris gave multiple eager nods of yes. He had put his two hands into his ass cheeks and separated them for Hassan's huge monster.
Hassan suddenly grabbed Chris's white lace underwear and pulled it up so hard that it acted as a thong. Chris's cock was rubbing against his thong. “No Daddy!!” He cried as he felt the laced material rubbing against his hard cock and balls. “Ahhh!" Suddenly, with a snap, Hassan had torn the thong. It lay broken, discarded and unwanted. But Hassan had other plans and stuffed torn underwear into Chris's mouth. Hassan then slapped Chris’s ass hard and gripped his ass cheek. “Calm down, boy.” Hassan’s voice was firm even as he said, “Daddy Hassan will take good care of your little boy pussy.”
At the end of Hassan’s sentence, the man’s face press into the crevice of Chris’s ass. Never had Chris had his ass eaten out before like how his daddy did. Hassan’s tongue was just as skilled at digging deep into his hole. Chris couldn’t help but his feet started to spasm and moans came out of his mouth as Hassan's big fat tongue twisted and turned inside his tight boy hole. With a combination of fingers and tongue stretched Chris’s hole much to Hassan’s satisfaction.
A moment’s pause took place for Hassan to lube not only him but Chris as well. The cold wet sensation was even more strange out of the new experiences Chris was receiving. What followed next would blow his mind as Hassan lined the head of his cock up with his entrance. Hassan performed a clear sign of neglect as he rammed his cock into Chris’s hole and reached directly for Chris's soft virgin prostate.
Without taking the time Chris needed, Hassan forced his cock deeper into Chris thoroughly stretching him. Sounds and movements coming from Chris were telling just how magnificent he felt under Hassan's control. Hassan suddenly pulled out his cock from Chris's gapping boypussy, and proceed to sit on the bed while gesturing for Christ to sit on his cock. "Come here and serve Daddy," Hassan said with a deep chuckle and grinned devilishly.
Chris crawled towards Hassan, open his peach cheek, aim for his gapping hole and slide down his hole directly into Hassan's monster cock. “Now I want you to bounce on Daddy's cock.” With no hesitation, Chris moved up and down on Hassan's cock.
Once seated on Hassan's incredible rod, Chris found himself fully submitting to the man. With hands holding his hips, Hassan was soon bouncing Chris on his cock with a repetitious rhythm. Hitting his prostate multiple times, sounds of pleasure and pain escape his mouth uncontrollably. Chris found it difficult to keep his composure. The sensations he was feeling then were nothing he had ever felt before. Then Hassan hauled off and slapped Chris across the face. Chris let out a yelp before being backhanded by Hassan across the other side of his face.
“You like my cock, boy?” Hassan used both hands and wrapped them around Chris's throat. He held Chris firmly as he teased, “Being fucked by a man? Your mom's boyfriend? Tell me how much you like it.”
Hassan picked up his speed while tightening his grip on Chris’s throat. Chris managed to shout, “It’s – amazing!”
“It’s the fucking best!” Chris shouted back between thrusts. “You’re the best fuck – your cock feels so good – aha – fuck, right there!”
Hassan’s dick finally triggered every man’s secret weakness. Chris gasped at the new awareness his body reached. He probably looked like a dumb pornstar bouncing against a dick they were losing control over. The only grip he had on reality was Hassan’s hands around his throat squeezing so tight he couldn’t breathe. His hole was being destroyed and would only get a second to breathe before Hassan choked him again and again.
“Fuck yeah, boy.” Hassan’s tone was stern, “You’re a whore for Daddy Hassan's big cock aren’t you.” He pounded into his sub harder, “Who’s your daddy?”
“You are!” Chris was allowed to say.
Hassan slapped his face and shouted, “Who am I?”
“Daddy!” Chris cried out and was slapped several times, “You’re daddy! You’re my fucking daddy!”
Daddy’s laughter joined the wet-fapping noises as he thrashed Chris’s face and hole. At this point, Chris was whimpering at the assault he was receiving but did not indicate displeasure. Not even as his face burned, and his throat ached.
As Hassan was fucking Christ, Hassan got a call from Emma. Hassan put one of his hands over Christ’s mouth as he continued to fuck him. “Hey there, babe. How is it going.”
“Hey Hassan, it's fine. How’s Christ? Is he still upset that he needs to leave?”
“Well, actually, Christ came over and talked to me. We have cleared our differences. Christ is even willing to accept me not wearing any clothes at home anymore.”
“Hassan, is it true? Can you bring Christ over the line?” Emma asked.
“Sure.” Hassan chuckled heartily as he gave the phone over to Christ. Christ took the phone and struggles to keep his voice still up while being fucked by Hassan.
“Hi…mom. Yes!!! Yes I mean, I… had … a … talk with Hassan… and I don’t think we will have any more problems…I promised to be a good boy so please let me stay.” Chris was about to moan but Hassan squeezed his throat so tight not a sound could be heard.
"Alright, I will speak to Hassan and think about it," Emma replied.
"Thanks...mom." In that moment Hassan flooded Chris’s insides. He shoved his cock so far up his ass Chris wanted to scream, but no sound come out as Hassan was strangling his throat with one hand and covering his mouth with another. Hassan even bucked his hips further torturing Chris as he creamed his ass with his cum.. Letting up on Chris’s throat, Chris quickly said, “....huff...huff..Al. Alright, Mom talk..ah..to you soon.” Christ replied and Hassan quickly took over the phone and covered Chris' mouth again.
“See it’s all done. Daddy Hassan knows how to handle little brats like Christ.” Hassan talked to Emma as he devilishly smiled at Christ. “Bye, see you soon babe. Miss that juicy pussy of yours. Mwah! Haha!” Hassan roared with laughter.
As he hung up, he pulled Chris’s hips down digging his cock in his ass. “Now, Daddy Hassan is not done with you yet.” “Yes, Daddy. I am your toy.” Chris said right before being slapped hard across the face.
“What did I say, boy?” Hassan slapped him again reminding Chris of his place.
Chris gave no response…
Hassan laughed at how submissive Chris was to him now. Even though Hassan had already busted his nut in Chris’s ass, that didn’t stop Hassan from filling him with more of his cum. Chris wasn’t allowed a moment’s respite as he was fucked into the mattress for hours. When Hassan was tired of cumming in Chris’s ass, he made Chris suck his cock. Even then, Hassan would cum down Chris’s throat only to order him to sit on his cock again.
Chris couldn’t believe how much sex they had that night. He was on autopilot pleasuring his master and daddy. He didn’t care how much his ass hurt, all he wanted was to have Hassan’s seed buried so deep in him that he would never come out of him. Chris was happy to impale himself on Hassan’s cock. Even more so when Hassan came in him again. It was like the incubus Chris had inside him had fully released that night with no control at all.
The only true reprieve Chris got was when he passed out with Hassan’s cock ramming him into the headboard. When he awoke, his face was immediately smashed with Hassan's morning wood, Hassan had wanted him to suck him off for the morning. For the next week, Chris had completely surrendered himself as Hassan's fucktoy. During the morning Hassan would expect Chris to wake him up with a blowjob before serving him his breakfast. Then when Hassan brought his clients to the house, Chris would be his towel boy. When Hassan finishes the exercise with his client. Chris would watch as he fucked his clients, and later at night as Hassan watches football, he make sure to have his cock sucked by his little slut. Days went on before Emma finally came back.
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