I shouldn't have gone to that club! It had a reputation of being populated by dominant, rough Tops who ruthlessly dicked down twink bottoms. Me, Matthew Parker, blond haired, blue eyed, boy-next door, still in the closet, wished I was a bottom but really still a virgin, all around good boy. I should have known better! But I'd heard of this place, read stories online of the hot tops here, and curiosity got the better of me.
I've lived a very sheltered life. My parents are Christians, and wanted to keep me and my siblings away from the evils of the world as we grew up. I was home-schooled, and the only interaction I had with people my age was in the carefully quarantined world of church children and youth group. I knew from puberty that there was something different about me. When the other boys talked about girls they thought were "hot," I was secretly lusting after the other boys. I also knew enough to keep my desires secret, hidden deep within where no one could see. I was an outcast, a loner, with few friends and no opportunity to explore what my desires meant or why I was different. Even our internet was locked down, so I couldn't search anything that would flag as inappropriate. Not only did the router block the site, but Dad would get an email anytime something was suspicious in our web browsing history.
So I played the part of obedient son, the good boy who was eager for the day when I could experience something more. And college provided that, eventually. At my parent's insistence, I enrolled in a private Christian college near Atlanta. While I still had to keep my desires hidden from other students, I had a little more alone time and freedom to explore. My parents kept the family-friendly protections on my phone and laptop, but I discovered one evening at the on-campus computer lab that there were no protections on the campus computers! I began searching, looking for others like me, wanting to know more about men who were attracted to other men. And boy, did I find it!
I first discovered erotic stories of man to man sex. I barely knew what hetero sex was, and now I was reading really specific details of two men engaging in sex. It got to the point that whenever I walked by the computer lab, I would spring a boner, just because I associated that place with getting turned on! I also discovered porn videos, but I had to be careful to not let others see the images on my screen, so more often than not I was perusing erotic stories. It was through one of those stories that I discovered that hook-up sites existed.
I created a fake email account and began logging onto Doublelist at first. I would read the ads, wondering if people really answered them. Would I ever have the courage to respond to an ad, much less meet up with someone? Then I discovered Sniffies, and started seeing real people in real life proximity to me, who were looking for sex. It shocked me how many guys messaged me. I chatted with a few, then chickened out. I never believed I'd meet up with someone. I thought I was satisfied with just chatting.
But as anyone who watches porn knows, I began to grow bored with just chatting and reading about other people's experiences. I wanted to feel it for myself. I wanted to know how it felt for a man to fuck his cock into my virgin ass. I began fantasizing about actually meeting up with someone, actually acting out the stories I'd read. I knew from the descriptions that I would be a bottom. I longed for a big strong man to come and take me, and make me his. I got turned on by tales of dominant tops making twinks like me submit to them.
Then I discovered that there were clubs where men went to meet other men, hoping to hook up. I know it sounds silly, but the idea that something like that could exist never occurred to me, sheltered as I was. Soon, I was googling gay clubs in Atlanta, desperate for pictures or information. And that is how I came across "The Eagle." Reviews on line listed it as a former leather bar, but now catered to a broader audience. But the website showed that they still had special nights, including a leather night. My dick was harder than ever just imagining what it might be like to attend! I mentally made a note of the next event.
Over the next two weeks, I revisited the website over and over, fantasizing about going. I jerked off at night, in the seclusion of my single dorm room, imagining meeting a man there. I was drunk on the idea of going and seeing men lust after other men. I wanted to see people like me, who wanted to have sex with other guys. I couldn't put it out of my mind.
I don't know what snapped in my brain, but on the designated day I found myself driving to Piedmont Avenue. I was filled with a mixture of nervousness and resolve. I don't know if all gay boys feel that way on their first time out, but I was shaking and my heart was beating so fast, and yet I felt like I could do nothing but keep driving toward this thing I wanted so badly. I had even spent the day cleaning out, following the instructions I found online about how to get your ass ready for fucking. I did everything that I should do to be a good bottom, but I still wasn't sure I'd actually get out of the car, much less walk into the place!
I parked in the parking lot and turned off the car, still breathing fast with my heart racing. I put my phone in airplane mode so that my parent's couldn't check my location and see where I was. I could see the door, a small line formed outside, and a bouncer at the door admitting guys. There were two kinds of guys in the line: big, beefy and muscular guys, and small, thin guys. Most of them were wearing some type of leather, whether it was a harness or leather pants and a vest. None of them were dressed like me, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I had wrongly assumed that I could just blend into the background and watch. Instead, I would stick out like a sore thumb!
My dick won the argument I was having with myself about whether or not to go in. I got hard looking at all the hot guys going into the club. I opened the car door, and with a courage I didn't know I had, I stepped out, closed and locked my car, and began walking toward the front door. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was watching me. I walked to the back of the line and stood there silently, slowly moving forward with those in front of me. A hand on my shoulder scared the crap out of me!
"First time?" the deep voice that belonged to the hand asked from behind me. I turned, and I'm sure I looked terrified when I made eye contact with the man. He was a dark-skinned and swarthy man, his arm and chest muscles framed by the leather harness he was wearing. His dark hair was cut short, and he wore a short beard that somehow made him look menacing and sexy as fuck! I noticed a tattoo on his lower arm, which just made him that much more taboo for my sheltered existence. His muscled physique made me dizzy with lust.
"I, uh, yeah..." I stuttered in response, not sure how to talk to a guy I found so attractive.
"Thought so," he said, grinning at me. "I'm Todd." He extended his hand for me to shake.
"Matthew," I answered honestly, never wondering if I should avoid giving my real name.
"Well, Matthew," he said, still holding onto my hand, "what is a boy like you doing in a place like this?"
"I, um, saw the ad online..." I said, stumbling over my words and unable to really even articulate why I was here.
"And what is it you're looking for?" he asked, his voice taking on a deeper tone, his eyes holding my own in a fierce contact that wouldn't let me go. I felt compelled to answer his question.
"I don't know," I said shyly, shivering as his fingers stroked my hand.
He smiled down at me. "Let me guess," he said. "You've been in the closet, and you're trying to figure out who you are and what you like?" He said it as a question, but it was almost as if he was reading my mind, describing what he saw in me. I nodded. "And you've been looking online, reading stories and watching videos?" Again I nodded. "And the stories about muscular strong guys dominating little twinks turns you on, gets you hard?" I gulped as I nodded again. Was I this obvious?
"Good boy," Todd said. "You've come to the right place. Just stick with me, and I'll show you who you are."
We had arrived at the door, and Todd put his hand on my lower back and ushered me in as the bouncer stepped aside to allow us entry. Suddenly, I was surrounded by men, some talking, some dancing together, and the atmosphere was electifying. I spotted one couple kissing against the wall! A man, kissing another man, in public! I'd only ever seen this on the computer screen, and now I was in a room where it was happening, and was being escorted through the room by one of the hottest men I'd ever been close to!
Todd led me to the bar, where he ordered us drinks. I suddenly realized that I'd never tasted anything alcoholic before! I was so overwhelmed by everything that I didn't even hear what he ordered. He grabbed the drinks from the bartender, handed me one, then led me over to a corner of the room where we could watch the crowd.
Todd let me take in the scene before me for a moment, then he said, "Take a drink and relax." I put the glass to my lips, my first taste of alcohol sweet but burning as it went down my throat. We stood and sipped on our drinks for a few moments. I could feel Todd watching me as I took it all in. I could feel a warmth in my stomach spreading as the drink took effect, and I could feel myself relaxing.
"So, Matthew," Todd asked, sensing my growing ease, "What have you done?"
I'm sure my face looked like a deer in the headlights as I turned to look at him. "Um, nothing," I answered shyly, the anxiety of earlier returning as I wondered if he would not like the fact that I was so inexperienced.
He smiled. "Well, what would you like to try?" he asked.
"I don't know," I answered again, unable to express the desires that boiled within me.
"Let's try this," he said. "Have you ever been kissed?" I shook my head no. He smiled as he pulled my body toward himself, his hand firmly on back. Then he was pressing his lips to mine, as stars were exploding in my head. I'm kissing another man! I couldn't believe this was actually happening. His tongue pressed against my lips, forcing them open, as he began to ravage my mouth, taking me. I felt like I was melting.
Sensing my weakness, Todd pulled back, took the glass from my hand, and set it down on the table next to where we were standing, setting his own glass beside it. Then he encircled my body with both arms, and resumed kissing me. My hands felt up his arms and over his shoulders as I surrendered to his kiss, giving him full access to my mouth, and by extension, my body. I could feel his hands slide down my back and grip my butt. I could feel his hardening dick press against my own.
He kissed me for several minutes, then pulled back. "Well?" he asked, grinning at me.
"Wow!" I responded.
"Now, let me guess some more," he said. "I bet you grew up sheltered, probably religious?" I nodded shyly. "And you've always thought big muscular men are hot?" I nodded shyly again, dropping my gaze for just a moment. Todd brought his hand up to my chin, lifting my face and returning my eyes to his. "Don't ever feel guilty for who you are," he said. "If you want to submit to other men, then embrace that. If dominant men turn you on, own that." I nodded, grateful for his words. "Be who you are."
"Now," he continued after gazing into my soul for a few moments, "we need to set a few rules." I looked at him questioningly. "I'm going to introduce you to who you really are," he said as I listened. "And rule number one when I play with a submissive boy like you is that you call me Sir." He paused, waiting on my response.
"Yes, Sir," I responded as a flood of desire washed through me. This was exactly what I'd been looking for as I read stories and watched videos online! This was what I'd secretly wanted by coming here. This was a muscular, dominant man who wanted me.
"Good boy," He said. "Now, boy, here's what happens next. I'm going to take you home, and introduce you to everything you've always wished you could feel. But first, you have to show me you're worthy."
"How...?" I started to ask, before he lightly slapped me on the mouth.
"Good boys always answer with 'Yes Sir' no matter what your Master commands!" he growled at me. I was scared and turned on even more by his dominant manner.
"Yes Sir," I weakly replied.
"Good boy," was his reply. "You learn quick! Follow me."
"Yes Sir," I answered more confidently as he began striding confidently toward the back of the bar, knowing I would follow. I hurried to keep up with him.
Turning a corner, Todd led me into a dark hall. The bathrooms opened off of the hallway, and he pushed open the door to the men's room. I followed him inside, awaiting his instruction. The bathroom was laid out with the sinks and urinals on one wall, across from the stalls on the other wall. Directly in front of us was the blank wall between the two sides. Todd walked to that wall, then turned around with his back resting against the wall.
"On your knees," he commanded, his voice calm but his eyes piercing. I walked up to him and then slowly sank to my knees, submitted before him in the bathroom.
"You wanna be my bitch?" he asked, glaring down at me.
"Yes Sir!" I breathlessly replied.
"Then prove it," he said. "Ask to suck my dick, right here."
I gulped in shock and fear. It was one thing to acknowledge my desires and be kneeling before this man I found irresistibly attractive and powerful. It was another to engage in a sex act in a public place. I suddenly realized the gravity of what was being asked. He wanted me to give myself to him, to prove that I'd not back out. He wanted to push my limits.
"I'm waiting, slut," he said above me as I pondered his command. My cock pulsed harder as he called me the demeaning names.
"Sir, may I, uh, um, suck...your, um..." I trailed off. I realized I'd never uttered the word "cock" before in my life. Cussing and using crass language was forbidden in my parent's home, and I was about to say a work that would have brought swift punishment from my father.
"Suck my what, bitch?" he asked.
"May I suck your...cock?" I asked, the word finally leaving my lips.
"You want to wrap your faggot lips around my superior cock, bitch?" he asked, sneering at my discomfort.
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
"Okay, I give you permission to take my cock out of my pants and suck it," he said. I reached up, unbuttoned his leather pants and pulled his zipper down. I realized as I did that he was not wearing underwear, and as I pulled the sides of his zipper apart, the shaft of his dick became visible. Here I was, on my knees, having asked permission to suck his cock, and now that cock was right in front of my face. I pulled his cock out of his pants. Now free, it stretched straight out from his crotch, probably about 8 inches long, and hard. The head was now about 2 inches from my mouth as I stared at it, hardly believing this could be real, that I could really be about to put a cock into my mouth for the first time!
"Open up," Todd commanded above me as he gripped the side of my head. I opened my mouth as he pulled me forward, and for the first time in my life, I felt the velvety hardness of a cock head slide across my lips and over my tongue. He was leaking a clear fluid, which tasted sweet as he slid in.
"Stick out your tongue," Todd instructed. I obeyed and he pressed further in, his cock head hitting the back of my throat before he pulled back. "Now close your lips and suck." I did, tasting more of him as he filled my mouth. He thrust back and forth gently, not going too far, allowing me to get my first taste of a real man's cock. I was immediately hooked.
I sucked him for 2 minutes or so there on the floor of the bathroom of the bar. To my horror, I heard the squeak of the hinges on the door opening as someone walked in.
"Damn, Todd!" I heard the deep voice of the newcomer say, "You sure have a type!"
"Yeah," Todd laughed above me as he held my head on his cock, "young, blond, and fresh meat! Gets me hard every time. I'm about to show this one what a bitch she really is!" They both laughed at Todd's comment, then Todd pulled me off his cock, reached under my arms and pulled me up to stand. He stuffed his cock back into his pants as he commanded, "Tell my buddy Rick how many cocks you'd sucked before mine," Todd said.
"None, Sir," I answered.
"FUCK!" Rick exclaimed. "Virgin mouth and you've already got him saying Sir!"
Todd laughed. "He won't have anything virgin left when I'm done with him!" They both laughed as I shivered at his words. They high-fived, then Todd grabbed my arm and marched me toward the door. We walked back through the bar and out into the night. He never asked if I had a car, or how I'd gotten to the bar. He just walked me to his Jeep, opened the passenger door, and ushered me in. I felt like the bitch, and he was the man.
He climbed into the driver's side, started up the Jeep, the unzipped his pants again. "I like my bitches to blow me while I drive." He didn't ask, he just told me what he wanted. He didn't care if I wanted to do that or not. It was just my job to obey him, and do what he wanted. And what he wanted was my mouth on his cock. I leaned over to take him back into my mouth.
"Uhh, uhh, uhh," he said disapprovingly. "Sub boys answer their master when given a command."
"I'm sorry Sir," I replied.
"Let's try that again," he said. "I like my bitches to blow me while I drive."
"Yes Sir," I answered, waiting expectantly for his approval.
He nodded with a smile. "Good boy. Now get on this dick." I leaned over his lap, sucking his still hard cock into my mouth as he pulled out of the parking space and began driving. His free hand was on the back of my head, moving me up and down on his cock as he drove. I realized as we were traveling that I couldn't see where we were going, so I had no idea where I was or where we would be when we got to his place. I was completely at his mercy.
We drove for about 10-15 minutes, until I felt him turn into a driveway and park. Only then did he let go of my head. Sitting up, I could see we were parked in front of a townhouse, but nothing about the neighborhood looked familiar. I had no idea where I was. He opened the door and hopped out, indicating I should do the same. I climbed out and closed the passenger door, then walked around the Jeep to join him and follow him inside.
He unlocked the front door, then opened it and ushered me in. I found myself in a foyer with stairs running up one side. The other side opened to a living area, and I could see a dining area and kitchen behind that. I assumed the stairs led up to bedrooms.
"Strip!" Todd commanded as he shut and locked the front door.
"Yes Sir!" I answered as I began shucking my clothes. It dawned on me that I was alone in a home with a man who was a complete stranger, shedding my clothes and preparing to give him control of my body. I shivered with fear and excitement as I contemplated experiencing what I'd only fantasized about. I'd never been naked in front of another person before, never been involved in the locker room shenanigans that so many guys talk about. I was a prude in every sense of the word, and Todd was uncovering and ripping that away with every dominant command.
Once naked, I turned and stood before him, awaiting his next command. He was still clothed, his leather harness and pants covering his olive skin, a contrast to my own naked white skin. I thought about trying to cover my dick and balls, but I was hard and it would be impossible. So I ignored my embarrassment and stood before him, embracing my inner slut, eager to please.
"Turn around, hands on the wall!" Todd barked. I spun around and did as instructed. A second later, I felt a sharp slap on my ass. "I told you to answer me with 'Yes Sir!' when I give you a command!"
"Yes Sir!" I yelped, still surprised by the spank.
"You'll learn, bitch," he growled, his voice right by my ear as he stepped up behind me. "Now thank me for training you, for showing you who you are."
"Thank you, Sir," I moaned as he kissed my neck. My head rolled back against his shoulder as he caressed my body from behind. Then he stepped back. I could hear rustling as he removed his clothes. I desperately wanted to see his body, but in fear I remained still, waiting for whatever came next.
When he stepped back up to me, I could feel that he was naked. I could feel his muscular chest against my back. I could feel his hard cock, pressing against the crack of my ass, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum in my crack. His hands wrapped around me and he pulled me hard against him.
"You ready to be my bitch?" He growled in my ear.
"Yes Sir!" I exclaimed as his hands found my nipples and pinched them simultaneously. I had no idea that a man's nipples were sensitive. Holy moly!
"Good boy," He said, his breath hot on my ear. I groaned in pleasure. "Now listen carefully. This first time, it's gonna hurt. I'm not going to be gentle. I'm taking this ass. It's mine. You've got to endure this first time, and then it will be better than you ever imagined. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," I answered, trepidation at my impending deflowering growing.
"But whatever happens," he continued, "You stay here. You do not try to get away from me. You will take what I give you, and you will thank me for showing you who you truly are."
"Yes, Sir," I promised. I had no idea how hard it would be to keep that promise.
"Lean forward, hands on the wall," He instructed. I obeyed. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back further, bending me forward even more. He used his feet to move my legs further apart, preparing me to take him. I felt his hand slide up my crack, touching me where no one else had ever touched me to my memory (not counting Mom and Dad when I was a baby). My body shivered with the contact of his fingers on my hole, relishing the pleasure that radiated through me at his touch. His hand left my hole and I heard him sniff.
"Good boy!" he said. "You got clean tonight, hoping to get fucked?"
"Yes Sir," I answered, somewhat embarrassed that he could see through me so easily, yet also glad that I pleased him.
Todd moved from behind me momentarily, opening a drawer in a side table in the foyer. Then he stepped up behind me once again. I heard a bottle top pop open, and a wetness running down my crack. "Gotta lube this pussy up!" he said as he rubbed his finger down my crack, stopping at my hole. Then he pushed in, pushing the lube into my hole. I'd never had another person inside of me. I'd played with my own hole enough in the last few weeks to know the feeling, but it was exponentially more pleasurable to have someone else play with my hole. "Tight pussy, just the way I like it!" he growled as he pulled his finger from my hole.
Stepping back up to me, he put the head of his dick right on my hole, pushing forward slightly, but not pushing in. Pleasure shot through me as his dick head kissed my hole. "Say goodbye to your cherry, bitch!" he whispered roughly in my ear as he pressed up behind me. "This bitch hole is about to get fucked!" With that, he shoved roughly forward, sinking balls deep into my hole.
I gasped, the wind knocked out of me from the invasion as my ass clamped down on the 8 inch cock that was now fully impaled in my ass! I opened my mouth in a silent scream, the pain ripping through me at the aggressive penetration. Finally I found my voice.
"FUCK!" I shouted. I'd never uttered that word in my life! "THAT HURTS! OOHHHH! SHIT!" Suddenly, my body's fight or flight kicked in, and I tried to stand up and get away from the awful pain that was shooting out from my formerly virgin hole.
A swift slap to my ass from Todd stopped me cold. "SHUT UP BITCH!" he yelled. "I told you to take whatever I give you, and you promised to not try to get away. So SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS COCK LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE!"
I held still, groaning in pain. "Yes Sir," I finally muttered.
I felt him grip my hair and turn my face to look back in his direction. "Smile for the camera, little bitch! I bet Mommy and Daddy would shit themselves if they saw their little angel for the faggot slut he really is!" I looked back in time to see him holding his phone up, taking a picture.
Still holding the phone, I watched him switch it to video mode. Then he pressed record and set the phone down on a stand on the table. He was recording my first fuck! Shit, there would be video evidence of me taking dick, proving I'm a faggot. Faggot. I'd never called myself that before. I shivered at the idea.
"Starting to like that dick?" he asked as he felt my body relaxing.
I groaned out "Yes Sir," unsure if I meant it, but growing accustomed to the fullness of his cock in my hole for sure.
"Good boy," he said soothingly. He began moving his hips slightly, causing me to hiss and gasp, but I soon realized that the pain was ebbing and there were fractional moments when I felt something akin to pleasure. I felt him lean over and grab something on the table, and then his left arm went around my chest as he pulled me back against his body. In his right hand, he held a small brown bottle. He used one finger to close my left nostril and held the bottle under the right. "Now inhale!" he commanded.
I sniffed in through my open nostril, the putrid fumes burning my nose as I breathed them in. I began to feel light headed. Then he immediately switched to the other nostril. "Inhale again!" he instructed. I began to feel a warmth in my abdomen that radiated out to my ass. I could feel my ass relax as he began gently thrusting, adding more movement to the fuck.
"Works every time!" he laughed behind me as the fumes took the desired effect on my body. I know he could feel me pushing my ass back against him, now beginning to need to feel his cock moving in my formerly virgin hole. "Two hits and it fits! Take the bottle!" He handed me the bottle of what I learned later were called poppers. Then he pressed forward on my back, bending me back down, gripped my hips, and started pulling out further, then pressing back in.
Within a minute, he was pounding my ass hard! "FUCK YEAH!" he yelled out. "Take that cock, faggot! This hole was made to submit to cock!" I found his verbal domination of me sexy as hell.
"UGH, UGH, UGH, OH!" The sounds coming from my mouth were unintelligible and uncontrollable. I couldn't stop myself from grunting to his fuck, moaning as the pleasure mounted within me, punctuated by pain as he abused my hole. This was a powerful fuck, and I had been a virgin before this! He was not stopping, and he wasn't being careful for my first time. I'd watched enough porn to know that this was a fucking rough fuck by a dominant top that was establishing his superiority over his submissive faggot whore. I was his submissive faggot whore.
The thing that troubled me the most, when I really considered it later, is that despite the pain and humiliation, this is how I wanted to be fucked from now on. This is what turned me on. I was a submissive faggot, and I wanted a dominant Top to make me his bitch every time a cock was in my hole. Todd had in fact shown me who I truly am.
He fucked me there in his foyer for about 15 minutes until he unloaded deep in my deflowered ass. I'd never even considered asking about a condom, and he didn't offer. But if I was honest, I loved that he bred me, claimed me, made me his bitch. A bitch was supposed to be a cum receptacle, and I now had a part of him swimming deep inside. I loved that thought.
Todd turned me around and commanded, "On your knees!" I'm not sure if I dropped down out of obedience or exhaustion, but I found myself on my knees, staring at his wet cock that had moments before bred my virgin ass. A slap to my face brought me out of my trance. "What did I tell you about answering my commands?!?" he scolded.
"Yes Sir!" I quickly answered.
"Now clean this dick!" Todd gripped my head, his thumb opening my lips as he pushed his cummy cock into my mouth. "Suck!" He commanded as he slid in, and I could taste his cum, the lube and my ass juice on his dick as I sucked him clean. He controlled me, and debased me, and I fucking loved submitting to him.
Once I'd cleaned him up, he reached down and lifted me up. Grabbing me around the waist, he lifted me up, my tired body draped over his shoulder, as he began climbing the stairs, carrying his conquest to his bedroom. We rested on his bed for a little while, and then he was ready to go again. He never offered to take me back to my car. Instead, it was assumed I was there with him until he was ready to let me go. I found that I liked being at his mercy.
Todd fucked me three more times over that night. The next time, he put me in his sex sling and I got to watch his face and magnificent body as he pounded out my hole. He kept me flying high on poppers as he fucked me mercilessly. The third fuck was in his shower, and he was a little more gentle there, but not much. I found that I loved the feeling of the hot water raining down on me as he was pounding out my hole. For our final fuck, he tied me down to a padded sawhorse type contraption and fucked me hard, using only the previous loads he'd deposited as lube. It fucking hurt and was glorious! After fucking me there, he left me tied up and went to his bed to sleep. I finally dozed off still tied to the fuck bench.
In the morning, he untied me, then made me suck him off. I got the first taste of his cum straight from the source as he blasted in my mouth. "SWALLOW!" He commanded firmly as he held my head trapped on his spasming cock. I had no choice but to take his seed down my throat, as if I'd want to do anything else with it!
He did finally take me back to my car. First, though, he got my number and gave me his. He sent me the video of him fucking me the first time, and then told me he would expect me to come whenever he called. If I didn't, he would post the video of him rough fucking my faggot ass on every porn site on the web. I believed him!
I drove back to campus a changed man. I knew my parents would be heartbroken, and would probably even disown me. But I also knew I could not live without what I'd just experienced. I knew that Todd was right, I was a submissive faggot slut who would only feel complete when I was being rough fucked by my dominant Top Master. Giving myself to real men for their sexual gratification was my true calling in life. It was my destiny.
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